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Gary Jubelin.

Hey, it's me.

Look, we've had a nibblefor the reward on Falconer.

Now, do you know the realname of this Decker character?

Simpson.

Simpson, yeah. - Brett?

This is it.

We get Brett Simpson, we got Decker.

Decker can get us Perish.

This is it, Gaz. - Police!

Freeze!

Get down!

Get down!

They said Andy was making drugs.

Yeah, I heard.

That's why I'm here.

That can't be true, can it?

Don't recognize the gorilla.

That's Vito Russo.

Given Decker's form, my money would be on a hit.

So the hit is on?

Yeah, we think so.

Then pull them over.

We'll get them on firearms and conspiracy.

What, then lose our bestchance of getting to Perish?

Welcome to Strike Force Tuno 2.

Our primary aim remains the same--

that's for the arrest andthe conviction for those

responsible for themurder of Terry Falconer.

We're still reasonably confident that Decker

has been hired for a hit.

Preventing this hit is currentlyour number one priority.

I'm gonna kill that pig.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

You want me to knock a cop?

They're flesh andblood like anyone else, mate.

Yeah, but--

But what?

Oh, don't tell me you're gutless, eh?

No way.

I just got a few other things on.

Yeah?

Well, drop 'em.

No, I can't.

You can.

Can't.

What things?

Another hit.

What?

Oh, fuck.

First Undies, now you.

You blokes are bloody dangerous when

you think you're smartenough to go out on your own.

I've gotta make a living.

Oh, bullshit.

I've got a family.

Tahnee's about ready to drop.

I don't wanna hear yourfucking sob story, all right?

You're doing it.

You're doing it, end of story.

Gaz, we've got a problem.

No listening devices for tomorrow.

What?

Techies say they're all assigned to other gigs.

Well, that's bullshit'cause we've got warrants.

Told them that. I cracked the shits.

Jesus Christ.

We're trying to prevent a hit.

Told them that too.

Fucking cake-eaters.

I'll go out and buy the LDs.

I'm getting a-- getting a good signal

from the bug in the red Volvo and the one

in the silver Vee Dub.

Yeah, yeah, no one likesa smug bastard, Gary.

Yeah, well, a win's a win, Brownie.

Let's just hope Vito makesit three mornings in a row.

He'll be here.

He'll be here.

Hey, you ever been inthe Sheraton on the Park?

For a drink?

No, for a weekend.

Thinking about taking Tracy there.

Sounds very romantic, Gary.

That's the fucking idea, Brownie.

Oh, hello, Vito.

Don't park there, dickhead.

Take the other spot.

The last two mornings, he's parked there

and they've talked there.

Well, here comes muscles.

Fuck.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

We gotta get this moving along 'cause

Tran's getting impatient.

Yeah, we got 'em.

We got 'em, got 'em.

It can't be done.

Did you call him?

Yeah, he's cool.

I've got the merchandisesecure in my lockup.

Lockup?

Be operational--

Oh, don't you start withthat military bullshit too.

He said lockup.

Where's his lockup?

Let's go.

Christiansen lives in Glebe.

His place doesn't have a garage.

I did a search of storagefacilities in the area.

Closest are in Camperdown and Ultimo.

Manager of the Camperdownplace ID'd Christiansen.

I'll get a warrant.

Hey, you reckon chicksreally go for bods like this?

Some do, some don't.

Impressive guns.

Well, well.

What do we have here?

Interesting.

Very impressive guns.

Despite uncoveringa cache of firearms and drugs,

Strike Force Tuno did not have the resources

to mount around-the-clocksurveillance

on Christiansen's storage shed.

Hows it going there, mate?- Yeah, all done.

Yep?

Good.

Instead, a concealed camera

allowed them to monitor the big man's

comings and goings remotelyfrom Tuno's headquarters.

Yeah?

Everything's set for tomorrow.

Copy that.

Eagle one is good to go.

Brett?

Honey.

Coming, hon.

Going dark from N-O-Wuntil operation completed.

Over and out.

Brett?

What is it, hon?

I need a back rub.

Mummy need a daddy special?

Hmm?

Brett, you-- you've gotta stop.

No.

I'm almost there, baby.

Brett, something's wrong.- What?

Oh, Brett! Oh!

Oh!

Baby, did you cum?

No, waters broke.

What?

Oh.

The baby's coming. We've gotta go.

What?

Are you all right?

Pull your fucking pants up and let's go!

This is Decker.

I've got a 10-16.

I'm calling a code blue.

What does that mean?

My wife is having

a baby tonight, now, now.

She's in labor.

Yeah, congratulations.

Well, I'm calling a code blue.

Yeah, what the fuck does that mean?

I'mputting the mission on hold.

Bullshit.

Look, my wife is having a baby.

How bad would it make melook if I pissed off now?

Mate, I don't really care.

We're all set ready to go tomorrow.

- You do it. - What?

I'm not doing it.

You're doing it.

Mate, I'm not the shooter.

You're the bloody shooter.

Yeah, well, look on it as a promotion.

Time to step up, soldier.

This isn't my thing.

I don't--

It's a cakewalk.

He's a pussy.

He's not going to be expecting any trouble.

Just-- just point and squeeze.

I don't do this type of thing.

Anyway, I'm not doing it.

End of fucking discussion.

A pussy.

A cakewalk.

Decker's wife's giving birth.

They're at the hospital.

Imagine having him for your old man.

Well, at least we get a night off to relax.

Come for Chrissie drinks?

Yeah, I'll be there in a while, mate.

See you over there.

Thanks, Brownie.

Gary Jubelin.

That's very formal, detective inspector.

Sorry, it's a force of habit.

Now, listen, we don'thave to check in tomorrow

till after 2:00, so you wannaget some lunch in the city

first?

Sounds good.

Hey, I've bought something new to wear.

What, a new dress?

Nope.

You'll see.

Well, now, you've got me intrigued.

Good.

I hope I can always do that.

Now, you go and have fun tonight.

I'll see you when you get home.

All right, I won't be late.

I love you.

I love you too, Trace.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers.

Merry Christmas.

I missed the first shout.

Go on, pony up.

Can I get another beer, Grace.

Where's the boss?

On his way.

Just one rule tonight, folks-- no shop talk.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Agreed.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You know what I don't get about Perish?

How he can fly under the radar?

Oh, can he ever.

Someone must know.

You fucker.

By the time the nearest patrol got there,

Michael Christiansen was gone.

Well, we've gotsurveillance at his flat,

and also Vito Russo's house, but so far, he hasn't shown.

Decker's still in thelabor ward with his wife.

Maybe Christiansen'sup to some other badness.

Yeah, I'll tell you what, we're not gonna take that risk.

I've issued a KALOF on his car.

I've posted him on COPS.

You need to check in with your fizzes.

Talk to the local area commands.

Rattle as many cages as you can.

I want Michael Christiansenfound before a hit goes down.

For those of you who hadweekends planned, I'm sorry.

This is where we are, so let's get into it.

So much for Chrissie drinks.

Tuno, the job that never sleeps.

Trace.

Hey, you.

On your way home already?

Well, look, I'm--

I'm not gonna make it home.

I'm sorry.

Yup.

Rightio.

Yeah, I understand.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Sin City, what do you reckon?

It's an airport hotel.

So fucking what?

Hey, we got cable porn.

Paul, we just drove 10 hours.

I'm busting for a piss and a shower.

Yeah, well then, go have a piss

and I'll see you in the shower.

Paul Elliot--

Melbourne gangster, drug dealer, and associate

of the Moran family--

a man intent on some serious badness.

Come back to bed.

Can't.

Get us some brekkie, then.

What am I, fucking room service?

Then where are you going?

Out.

If I'm not back in an hour, then I'm dead.

Yeah, g'day, mate.

This number 17?

Yeah, it is.

How can I help you?

Where's Tran?

Who?

Asian prick, said he'd be here.

Oh, mate, I'm just doing some painting.

Um, a Vietnamese guy owns this place,

but I think he's nicked up to the shops

for a bit, maybe gone to the bank.

Wanna come in and wait?

Yeah, I'll wait.

Come on, babe, come on.

Keep breathing.

That's it.

Come on.

That's it, baby.

Come on.

Give me another big push.

What?

I'm sorry, hon.

I'm sorry. I've gotta take this.

Brett?

We need to talk.

Oh, Rooster.

Brett!

I've gotta go.

I'll call you back.

Come on, baby.

Come on. That's it.

Come on.

Oh, fuck I am having a fucking baby!

Yeah, mate, it's done.

Two in the chest, one in the head.

Yeah, right.

Brett!

Oh, my God.

Oh, baby.

Almost there!

Keep going. Keep going.

Oh, we've got anotherlittle baby boy, darling.

It's another little baby boy.

You gonna answer that?

You cock.

I guess not.

This is Paul.

Leave a message.

Hang on a sec.

So the boat's all set to go tomorrow, Jeremy.

Yeah, tomorrow morning.

Yeah, right.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Hello?

What happened tocalling me back, fuckwit?

Mate, I'm sorry.

I've just kind of had my hands full.

We need a face-to-face.

Usual place, tomorrow at 10:00.

Mate--

Just be there.

Still planning on knocking that pig?

Fucking oath I am.

And have every cop in thecountry looking for you?

Oh, you know me, Muzz, I'm the invisible man.

Now, what say we goand get some real chicks?

How about you pull your head out of your arse

and get on board with this idea, eh?

Hey.

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah.

Dinner's in the microwave.

I ate at work.

I meant to call.

But you didn't.

No, I got sidetracked.

I'm sorry.

I gotta go in tomorrow.

It's Sunday.

I know.

So much for salvaging any partof our romantic weekend, hmm?

Trace--

This is your boat?

Nah.

Do you know how to drive it?

Uh, point and try not to hit anything?

Jesus.

Let's just get the thingin the fucking water first.

Boys, watch out, this fucker is heavy.

Have you got it?

Yeah.

Beer?

Everyone out on the street?

Some are.

Command wouldn't cover theovertime, so we're down a few.

Who puts in for overtime?

You'd be surprised.

You want the bad news or the bad news?

We lost Decker.

They cut back our hours on surveillance.

Night shift clocked off at midnight.

He was at home.

Morning crew arrived at 6:00.

His car was gone.

He's not at the hospital, and their other kid's

staying at the wife's parents.

So he could be anywhere?

Fuck.

So anyway-- so two inthe chest, one in the head.

Bang, bang.

Bang.

So fucking easy.

Did you clean the place up?

Yeah, spotless.

Mate, you ever notice howbleach smells like spoof?

Police, don't move!

Oh, f-- fuck.

Scare the shit out of us, why don't ya?

Oh, serve yourself right fornot posting a watch, dickheads.

If I was the heat, you'd be gone.

All right, smart-arse, but who was the one that

did the job like a fucking pro?

Show a bit of respect.

My wife was having a baby.

I think that's a pretty good excuse.

Oh, congratulations.

So how was that?

Honestly?

Like watching your favorite pub burn down.

Make sure you drill some holes in

that so it sinks to the bottom.

Where's Camille?

Doctor's appointment.

Brownie.

Get on the ground!

Get on your guts!

It's done.

Jesus Christ.

Michael Christiansen.

What the fuck is this shit?

Michael Christiansen, you're under arrest

for possession of unlicensed firearms

and a prohibited substance.

The fuck is this bullshit?

Get him up.

On your back.

Who the fuck are you?

What the fuck is this all about?

It's Paul Elliot.

Fuck.

We're too late.

Who's Paul Elliott?

Well, he's a Melbourne-based crook.

He's a friend of the Morans.

He's got form for drug possession, speed.

And you think he's been hit.

His girlfriend reportedhim missing four days ago,

last seen in Sydney.

So send a team down toMelbourne, interview her,

hopefully get some DNA.

We knew there was a hit in the pipeline.

We were all over it.

How did we let it happen?

Now, how's this gonna lookwhen it hits the bloody papers?

First of all, Howard, wedidn't know who, we didn't know

how, and we didn't know when.

We weren't all over it.

We didn't have the fuckingresources to be all over it,

OK?Didn't have the manpower.

Didn't have the technical support.

We didn't have the assets.

Yeah, enough excuses.

These are excuses, Howard.

If this man is dead, there aren't excuses.

These are just the facts.

All right.

I know you did everythingthat you could do.

It's just-- it's a bad business.

Have you put the frightenerson Michael Christiansen.

So far, we've only questioned him

about the drugs and firearms.

Why are holding back?

- Because we don't have enough. - Got no body.

Christiansen can say he foundthe wallet in the street.

If we play our hand to it, we could lose everything.

OK, we'll do it your way, Gary.

Just make sure you get those bastards.

Get all of them.

At the time of hisarrest, Michael Christensen

had three mobile phones in his possession.

Nearly all of the calls made and received

around December 6 with a prepaid mobiles

with bogus registrations.

Great.

Well, except for onenumber that appears twice.

It's registered to a Jeremy Postlewaight.

I pulled the logs for hisnumber and ran a check.

More of these calls that are legitimately

registered numbers, including two on December 5

to a Richard Curtis.

All right.

Does he got a phone?

No, but he is the registered owner

of a 6.75 meter motor boat.

You've got ledgers?

Ben, go find the boat.

This is good work, Camille.

Yeah, I heard you had another doctor's

- appointment this morning. - You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Thanks.

I'll make up the time.

No, don't be silly.

Just remember to look after yourself.

We found the boat.

The what?

The boat you used todump Paul Elliot's body.

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

Well, a lot about this young lady who

works for me, Michael, andshe's incredibly tenacious.

She breeds dobermans on the side,

and we found out about the boat.

Did you know they had security cameras

stationed in the harbor?

No, I didn't know that.

Well, Unfortunately for you, she did.

Take a look at that.

See, that's the boat.

Right here, that you.

It could be anyone.

No, that you.

That being your muscles, aren't they?

And that's Vito Russo, andthat's Jeremy Postlewaight.

Oh, yeah.

That's when we were headed out the other day

for a fishing trip.

We didn't catch anything.

What?

You see these?

They had fallen into the toolboxcontaining Paul Elliot's body.

Because you drilled holes in it.

Because you didn't wanthim doing a Terry Falconer,

did you, Michael?

What's that shit?

We also found some DNAevidence, which I reckon

will be a match for Paul Elliot.

Look, it was self-defense.

He tried to kill me.

Oh, so you admit killing Paul Elliott?

In self-defense.

He pulled a gun on me.

What was I supposed to do?

I had to defend myself.

So you didn't intend on killing him?

No.

OK.

You know that lady I spokeabout, the real tenacious one,

she pulled your credit records, which I've got.

So on the day before you killed Paul Elliott,

you bought a big, fucking toolbox.

Big enough to put a body in for $890.

You see that there?

Now, that goes to premeditation, Michael,

which means you're fucked.

Right.

Is there any chance I canmake a deal or something?

We can tell the DPP you cooperated.

Can't offer you much more than that.

Ah, what are we going to do?

We're going to start at the beginning, Michael?

Tell me when and why AnthonyPerish commissioned the hit?

Perish?

Perish had nothing to do with it.

Don't fuck with me, Michael.

You're in a lot of trouble, OK?

This is not the time to be playing silly games.

Look, I'm not. I swear.

It was some littlefucking, scary Asian dude.

We stay solid.

Think so?

You think so?

Shit.

Yeah, I'm getting out of town for a while.

I reckon you should too.

No, I can't.

Got a job on for Rooster.

I'm putting A team backtogether-- you, me, Skits.

Forget it.

I'm out of here.

Vito, wait.

I'll make it worth your while.

Come on, soldier.

I need you.

I'm not a fucking soldier.

Huh?

Stop calling me that.

It gives me the shits.

Look, Rooster is this bad news.

I'd be real careful, mate.

Ciao.

Listen, I want that fucking cop knocked,

and I want it done now.

Mate, a job like this needs meticulous,

split-second planning.

I need a crack team.

And none of them fucks are to know

this came from me, all right?

Of course.

The less they know the better.

I roger that.

I got the right men for the job.

Then quick stuffing aboutit, and get on with it.

If you're not part of the solution,

you're part of the problem.

That includes your fucking family.

Understood?

December 2008, finally,

after seven frustrating years, Gary Jubelin

judged he had sufficientevidence to charge the men

who murdered Terry Falconer.

Witness, Frank O'Rourke, code named Informant X,

gave him premeditation.

Informant Y, Ben Dockage, added a confession from Anthony

Perish's his own mouth.

And when Little Willie Strong, Informant Z,

decided to sign hisstatement against Decker,

Gary had corroboration.

Surely this time theDPP's office wouldn't dare

refuse him.

So Gary, I need to ask how you've been spending

Christmas and New Year?

Have I missed something?

Your only forensic evidence isthe DNA linking Simpson a.k.a.

Decker, to the JB shooting.

Is that correct?

That's right.

No eye witnesses?

No, but we've got sworn statements testifying

to the fact that AnthonyPerish, by his own admission,

murdered Terry Falconer andthat Brett Simpson a.k.a.

Decker kidnapped and drugged Terry Falconer.

Yes.

Yes, Detective, thank you.

I've read those statements.

It's a pity that that's all you have.

How's Andy?

Shit.

You scared the crap out of me.

You went to see him this morning?

Yeah, I did.

Yeah, what did he say?

That he misses me and the kids.

Reckons he's going to need a good lawyer.

I reckon he's going to needa fucking miracle worker.

What the fuck was he thinkingsetting up a drug lab, eh?

He said it was bullshit.

Yeah, well, I've done a bit of checking.

God.

So you didn't know nothing about it?

No, nothing.

I'll organize a lawyer.

Here.

No, it's all right.

Just take the fucking money.

Get your hair done or something.

You look like shit.

Thanks, Rooster.

We'll stick together, Eliza.

We're family, all right?

What did he say about Juno?

What?

Juno, the fuckingmongrels who arrested him.

I told you to ask him. - I did.

I asked him.

Jesus Christ, what did he say?

He said it wasn't them.

He's sure?

Yeah, he's sure.

Listen up.

The DPP have given us the green light

to arrest Anthony Perish, Andrew Perish,

and Brett Simpson a.k.a.

Decker for conspiracy to murder Terry Falconer,

and Decker for the shootingat JB Bar and Grill.

Conspiracy to murder, not murder.

We always knew murder wasgoing to be big arse, Branny.

Fuck.

Branny, cheer up, mate.

This is good, all right?

Our number one priority nowis finding Anthony Perish.

My bet is on Mudgy.

And we got that on surveillance

as well as his Hoxton Park address.

Pucks and Parks are dead loss.

Andrews is in Silver Water, and it's

easy enough to pick up Decker.

Yeah, if we alert Andrewor he got off to Decker a line,

I'm convinced we're going tolose Anthony Perish for good.

So it's absolutelycritical that we take him

and Decker down simultaneously.

Either we're in it together or on some sort

of coordinated operation.

And Branny, we'll need all handson deck on this, which means--

Canceling all holiday leave.

Clear out holiday.

Afraid so.

Camille, we're getting taildanced around Decker's home

and work, so we're going to needa list of most likely numbers

for the TRs.

OK.

This is good.

Come on, you stupid bloody thing.

What?

- You've got the nappies?

Yeah.

What?

Three packets.

The nipple cream?

Yeah.

DECKER'S WIFE [ON That's all.

I love you. We'll see you soon.

See you soon.

Fucking nipple cream.

There's a cell tower close to the mall.

Because we have an exact time, I'm

almost certain that this is the mobile phone

number Decker is using.

Well, let's get a telephone intercept.

Our PI's are under that number.

All right.

Enough.

Hey, prick, just to let you know time's up.

Mate, I am telling you, it has been

a nightmare a couple of weeks.

This kid doesn't sleep.

I'm still putting the time together.

No more fucking excuses, all right?

I'm begging you.

I will get this job done.

Can't tell you the plan.

I'll explain it to you face to face.

All right, tomorrow at 10:00.

Usual place, right?

No, where we shot Dockage.

Mate.

Just fucking be there.

Gary, what do you want?

Gary, I'm sorry to get you up, but we've

had an intercept on Decker's phone,

and this is not something thatcan wait till the morning.

Things could be a--

I'm on my way.

I'm coming, Trace.

Hey.

Trace.

Just keep the doors locked.

I always do.

No morefucking excuses, all right?

I can't tell you the plan.

I'll explain it to you face to face.

PERISH [ON All right.

Tomorrow at 10:00.

Usual place, right?

- No, where we shot Dockage.

Mate.

Just fucking be there.

That's our Mungie.

With Dockage's statement, he said

they forced him to make type omissions,

and this cafe let him by.

10:00 AM.

Perfect coffee times at Mom's and Pop's.

Well, at this point, we don't have a choice.

Lean on them hard and fastbefore they know it's him.

Polly Kio.

Just looking how we're movingalong Perish and Decker?

When?

They're on their way.

Gary, you call this a heads up?

I need to get a cameraman out there.

It's notgoing to happen, Polly,

- and they're going to be armed. - It's too dangerous.

I don't give a fuck, Gary.

We need pictures.

I need pictures. Please.

- All right. - All right.

Then you tell him to stayright back until the scene is

secured, all right? That's the deal.

Yeah. Sure.

They know the drill.

Give me an address.

There's Decker.

Oh, shit.

All right, Team 1, move in.

Gun.

Team 2, go. Go.

Go. Go.

Anthony Perish, you're under arrest

for the conspiracy of themurder of Terry Falconer.

It's taken us years, and now I've got you.

And all of our ducks, they'reall lined up in a row.

So you really want to help yourself,

then you make a statement.

Tell me what happened.

Why you did it.

You think I should?

You reckon it would help me?

And those ducks of yours, click, click, click.

Cocky.

Yep.

We need to get Deckerand Andrew Perish to roll

over this prick and walk.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.