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It's a jungle out there.

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Get us a top-up, would ya?

Oh, why don't you get it, you lazy fucker?

You can work off some of the flab.

I like watching you do it.

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That is bad.

- What? - Mark Moran's a sitting duck.

Or isn't this what you've been waiting for?

It's a chance to pay him back for what him and Jason done to you.

You talking about knocking him?

Knocking him?

Fuck me dead, doe!

No, I'm talking about wrecking his business, sending him broke.

Yeah.

Yeah, right. No, he's treating him like dog shit, just like he treated you.

Let me go on that for a second.

No one treats you like dog shit, bae.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You like that?

- No, no. - I was just pulling your chain.

Pulling something.

You know what?

I like it.

You do?

- Yeah. - Best idea I've heard all day.

What do you reckon?

Someone should have knocked Mark Moran years ago.

He thinks he's criminal. Fucking royalty.

I got 50 grand for the guy who puts his hand up.

Hubba hubba.

- You interested? - Nah, not me.

I don't like loud noises.

You like the era girls scream.

The one exception to it.

I don't like loud noises. I don't like loud noises. Why don't you do it?

You're the guy that wants it done.

Nah, that's not my area.

I'm a businessman.

You're supposed to be action, man.

If you ain't got the balls to pull a

trigger, fat boy, I'd insult the guys that do.

Ring it, ring it on.

Ring it, ring it on.

Ring it, ring it on.

Ring it, ring it on.

Ring it,

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Ring it, ring it on.

I broke.

I broke mummy's best cup and saucer.

That's very bad.

You need to be punished for

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- shit! - Mark?

You're just lucky I like you.

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I love it when you're here.

Don't use that word.

What word?

Mark, you know I didn't mean it like that.

You start using it and the next thing

is, when are you going to leave your wife?

You know I'm not going to ask you that question, OK?

Better that we're clear, you know, about

everything, so no one gets hurt.

Sure.

Whatever.

You're the big gangster.

I've turned you in.

What?

Come on.

No, don't.

Give me a small one.

You're adorable.

You know that.

So many bills, Chet.

You'd better go.

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Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh!

What the fuck is this?

What are you doing?

You're vulnerable, mate.

I could have shot you a dozen times.

You got no one watching your back.

All I'm saying is, I'm available.

Even if I did need someone, why am I going

to pick a glue-sniffing crackhead like you?

Hey, that's bullshit.

I never ever sniffed that Tarzan's crib.

When was the last time you ate?

I've always wanted a Labrador.

So what are you going to do with yourself?

Have another ale if I may.

With your life, dickhead.

How long have you been out?

What, six months?

You're just drifting, mate.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

I've got a five-step plan, mate.

Oh yeah?

What's that?

Nah, you just pinch it, eh?

All you need to know is, I'm going to carve out my own

slice of the action, set up my own distribution network.

Step one, set up bona fide contacts.

Now how do I do that?

By joining your crew as a security advisor.

Mate, I don't need a bodyguard.

Come see me in a month or two, I might be looking for people.

There's something wrong with his gun.

Yeah, the fuck with pulling the trigger.

Give me some more ammo, smart-ass.

How many times have I got to tell you, mate?

Too tense.

Relax and squeeze.

I'll be closer on the day.

What if he makes a run for it?

I thought the idea was to hit him with the shotty

first, immobilise him, then finish him off with this.

What if the shotty malfunctions?

The point is, you've got to be comfortable with both weapons.

It'll be like an extension of your own body.

You know, bang, bang!

We'll give Scar the shotty in.

Not until you get the pistol right.

Go again.

He's got a stump, you idiot!

How you doing, brother?

Good.

Good.

What's on your mind?

Mock battle.

You having sexual fantasies about Henry Levin, these gangsters?

He's squeezing every other dealer out of business.

What are the Jacks doing about it?

Fuck all.

When one thing's fixed, we do it ourselves.

Can't wait to look it up.

I don't know, Mark.

Stopping guys, that's not your thing.

- I can handle it. - That's what I do.

You load the gun on the one who pulls the trigger.

Yeah, but you went fucking Lulu and ended up in...

Mark.

I'm asking you to wait.

What would you do to yourself, Toad?

Shh. Concentrate. Someone leaning on you?

Someone trying to break your thumb?

Tell me, Toad, I'll bite the fucking balls off.

Slamming the car door, right?

Go home.

Come make me some tea, Mrs. Worms.

Oh

Hehehehehehe

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Plenty of room for all of us, even Tony Mockbell.

If we don't stop him now, he will force us out of this.

We're making a quid.

Tony knows not to crowd us. You don't get this, Pardy.

- I get it. - Don't worry.

Look, it's not about coke and speed and truff and all that shit anymore.

Lewis, this is big, and it's only gonna get bigger, cos every kid

out there thinks that swallowing a neckie's like popping a vitamin.

There's a billion dollars to be made.

Yeah, yeah, I read the Sunday papers too, mate.

Well, you think Tony Mockbell wants to share it?

Give me one good reason why we don't off him.

Off him?

Are you mad?

Oh, have you got your own deal going with the Brookes family?

No, I don't. I've talked since, would you see?

We lost the gambling, we lost the parlours, and now we're

gonna lose our slice of the biggest fucking pie of all time.

All you're gonna do is start a war.

I'm trying to do something for the family.

Well, destroy it.

If it was Jason, you'd listen.

Ah, here we go again.

Poor bloody Orphan Mark.

Always getting the rough end of the pie.

You're a bunch of fucking dinosaurs.

Don't try and be something you're not, Mark.

Oh my god!

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Connor Norman, Connor or Huffin' or Puffin' or I'll blow your house down.

It's three o'clock in the morning.

Yeah?

Come on, mate.

Come on.

Mate.

It's not even five grand you owe me now.

Nah.

Hey, we're trying to make a profit here, mate.

Come on, Rich, it's not a dropping center.

You'll get it, mate.

I got a new gig, eh?

I'm chief of security for Mark Moran, eh?

That's true.

I got big plans, mate.

I'm gonna take this town by the scruff

of the neck and shake the shit out of it.

Well, the working girls who use the motel reckon they saw

a guy come out afterwards when he was wearing a balaclava.

Well, I was a professional hit.

Shotgun to stop him.

Pistol to finish him off.

Why? I mean, who'd want to do this to a harmless goon like Mad Rich?

Does he really care?

According to his dealer, his work is your bodyguard.

You are joking.

Well, that's what he said.

You two have any kind of business arrangement?

I haven't seen him in years.

So you've had no contact with him in the

last seven months since he got out of jail?

None at all.

Come on, Mark.

We both know that's a load of crap, don't we?

I would not even recognise the guy.

Let's assume whoever's responsible believed the rumours.

Have you got any enemies we need to know about?

I'm a normal suburban guy.

I don't care what sort of bloke Mladenic was.

No one deserves to die like that.

So if you've got any information, let's have it.

Sorry, I can't help you.

Richard Mladenic?

I've never heard of him.

He's the bloke you abducted.

In the boot, remember?

The abduction you're out on bail for?

Oh, yeah.

That Richard Mladenic.

Oh, right, yeah.

Now I remember.

You and me in the kitchen, Rocco.

Let's go.

So, here's the facts, Dino.

You're up for abduction, deprivation of liberty

charges, and the victim was found last night shot dead.

So, where were you?

What time?

Between dusk and dawn.

I was with Rocco at his joint.

From dinner time, watching telly.

So, you didn't move for 12 hours?

Nah, I was stoned.

You got a problem with that?

What did you watch?

Just them ads.

You know, the ads.

Telly Cafe.

Abdomaster.

Mr. Biceps.

Chuck Norris has a new range out.

He's doing, uh...

- Wait a sec, wait a sec. - Yeah, yeah.

We went out to grab a shawarma roll around two or three-ish.

Where'd you go for a feed?

Buckle Street, Moody Ponds.

Except the shit hole was closed.

That's convenient.

- Not for us. - We were starving.

Dino had to stop for cash.

He was well pissed off.

Are we done?

My wine's getting cold.

Mark, how are you?

Good.

What can we do for you?

The bloke I know's got a shipment of coke coming in any day.

How do you know?

Did he tell you?

I've got contacts on the wharves, nothing comes in without help.

How many K's?

- Three to five. - Oh, piss wick.

Why tell us?

I'm being public spirited.

And what do you expect in return?

Not a thing.

Alright, give us a name.

Antonius Mockbell.

And I happen to have his secret unlisted number.

Thanks, Mark.

No worries.

See ya's later.

See ya, Mark.

See ya.

Forgot to ask you Mark, how's business your end?

I'm a pastry chef mate Yeah, well what a pastry chef have any use

for a cheap and reliable source of precursor chemicals Source

from where ever heard of the controlled delivery system We sell

small quantities of pseudo to street-level dealers then follow

the trials back to the drug labs You're gonna supply me then

arrest me no I'm proposing a different

arrangement mark you get something for free.

I get to top up my super How does your partner feel about that a

good cop Now I don't like to burden him with too much information

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Eve likes wine.

Senior detectives Parker and Love drug-spoiled.

You mind popping in the luggage compartment, please, Tony?

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You know what everybody's saying?

Mark Moran.

Your dog Don Tony?

Fuck.

Yeah, mate.

He's in tight with them drug squad D's.

Jeremy Parker, Vince Love.

What do you reckon?

Not bad.

Yeah, as long as the target's made of polystyrene and doesn't move.

It's fiberglass.

Richard Mladnik.

He's been trying to muscle in on the blokes' rackets ever since he got here.

Drugs, stand over, even personal protection that

everyone's been telling the mad bastard to get stuffed.

Since when do we refer to murder victims as mad bastards?

Well, everyone calls him mad.

Not everyone, not us.

Do you know Deborah's cash card was used at a bank

in Melbourne ATM in Moonee Ponds at 3.05 that morning?

Doesn't mean it was him.

Is there a security camera?

Yeah.

Request the footage.

Excuse me, boss.

Do you know a fella by the name of Frank Benvenuto?

I am familiar with a third-rate gangster of that name

who thinks he runs a central fruit and veggie market, yes.

He shot Dad 20 minutes ago in his driveway.

Assistant Commissioner wants you upstairs for a powwow.

Right.

I want a full team out there straight away.

You were right to run this maladonage file on your own.

Sure.

He was bad, a bad boy.

He had to go away to home for bad boys.

They took my little Richie.

They brought him like a zombie.

Look, I'm sorry, Mrs. Mladnik.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I just thought you may be able to help us with our inquiries.

Promise me you'll catch the killer.

Now, I can't promise you that.

You don't care.

No, it's not that I don't care.

It's just...

Bring me Foto.

Sorry, bring you a photo of what?

My Richard.

Dead.

Sorry, you want me to bring you a crime scene photo?

Oh.

They're a Bosnian version of a cabbage roll.

Very garlicky.

Mm-hmm.

You know what that is.

Big vampire problem in Bosnia.

Massive.

Right.

Tell Mrs Magwitch when you see her that the cabbage rolls were damn good.

Mladnik.

Mladnik.

Had an itch.

Had an itch.

He's not coming to bed with us.

I'm sure this is a good idea.

Stay in the car if you like.

Dino, just a few more questions, mate.

No, no, no, no.

Don't do that. Get out of the car.

Come on, mate. Are you alright, mate? I'm a busy man.

Let's have a chat. Come on, out of the car. Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

When was the last time you saw Richard Mladenik?

I can't remember.

Here's what I reckon.

He changed his mind about testifying.

You thought you'd shut him up.

You arresting me?

No.

Because you had no proof.

So I never touched a hair off his head.

You familiar with the contact trace theory, Dino?

Every murderer takes a trace of the scene away with him.

Leaves a trace of himself at the scene.

Next time I see you, you'd better be wearing a bulletproof vest.

I'd describe them as very dangerous.

I'd expect you to use the necessary force if you catch my meaning.

Okay, thanks.

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Well, so where do we do it?

How do I get Mark close enough, you know, in range?

Where do we isolate him?

Knock on his fucking door.

Hello, Mark. Boom, that's a plan.

When he's got to open up when he sees a guy in a balaclava and opens.

Oh, what about we set fire to his house and when

he runs outside, boom, that's an even better plan.

That's a good idea. I think we should do that.

I'm taking the piss, you fucking dickhead.

So I'll just get the

What's up, New York?

What's up, New York?

down.

Up on your feet, come on.

Get in there.

Get in that car!

I hear you roughed up a suspect.

I never touched him.

Don't insult my intelligence, son.

You had a man beaten up, and you did it by proxy.

I don't operate that way.

None of my crew operate that way.

What makes you think you can?

In my book, it's a matter for the ethical standards bench.

I actually picked up the phone to the ESB,

and I still don't know why I put it down again.

This is your first and only warning, son.

You bend the rules again like this, you'll be back chasing stolen VCRs.

What happened again, boss?

Do right at work.

Sit down.

I believe there was an ATM security camera installed.

Dibra was clocked at exactly 3 ...05 AM making a withdrawal.

He's not our man. Explain to me why you went

hell for leather after him in the first place.

Whatever happened to keeping an open mind?

I thought I was keeping an open mind.

It's basic.

I realize that. Yeah, that's why it's easy to forget.

Ask yourself, how many hours you've wasted chasing him?

What if you'd spent those hours chasing other leads?

Well, I don't have any other leads.

Because you had your Dino Dibra blinkers on.

Why do you think I left you to run with this file?

Because I've got faith in your instincts

and your work ethic, but not your methodology.

All right.

So what do I do now?

Tenacity, thoroughness, professionalism.

You go back to square one, re-interview Mladenic's dealer,

talk to those girls in that motel room, check his phone

records, talk to his mates, talk to his enemies, keep asking

questions, and eventually he'll ask a question that'll give you an answer.

How are you?

Fucking fantastic.

Bring it, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on.

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What's this?

Makeup for being such a prick last week.

Oh my God.

You're gorgeous.

You like it?

Yes.

- Yes. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Forgive me.

Yes.

I'll never use that bad word again.

Bad girl needs to learn to live by the rules.

- She does. - Yes, she does.

Otherwise, she'll be smacked.

I'll buy you anything you want, so...

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Oh, God.

He was beautiful.

Got a new collar.

Three kilos of pure Mexican in his boot.

Then he's out on bay hopping and he'll do two years for sure.

I wish you could have seen it.

Didn't I say to fucking wait?

Are you listening to me?

Problem solved.

Problem solved?

What happens when he sends his brother or

his fucking cousins or whoever after you?

Who's gonna watch your back, Mark?

Everyone knows you fucking dogged on him.

You don't think I can deal with a bunch of lint?

Oh, cut him in if I have to.

That's not the problem.

The problem is getting you and Lewis to see the big fucking picture.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

BWAAAH

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We all know what we've got to do.

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Nice and easy, so you don't come off

Scafie's got the jump come on brockie.

You can do it.

It's an easy.

Don't come off the track Almost almost

you're on you nearly there Baby's smashing yeah

Who wants mini drumsticks Me please there

you go your mobiles baking

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Don't go out again tonight.

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You wanted to make a statement about Richard Malenich's death?

Yeah.

Oh shit

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- Vince, it's me. - Where are you?

Well, you know everybody's saying he's working for Mark Moran.

I actually heard he's working for the Fongs.

The Fong's-n-g They run a car rebirth and scam out of

Thomastown Anyway, I heard that Richard was a number one

driver, but then also heard he had this private deal going with

Wally Chevchak Now Wally the Chook, the

cranium guy, runs the Amphitheater Laila

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All right, Tim, all right, all right, all right.

What?

What are you wasting my time for?

You come down here telling me these bullshit stories, do you know why?

You wasted a shit load of my time, mate.

Now you know what it feels like.

Anybody call for me?

No, why?

Some prick's winding me up.

I'm going to put the bins out.

Hey, leave it to the morning.

Kids room to head.

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Piece of piss, mate!

Hey, mate, you got any, um, Lambrusco?

Lambrusco?

Yeah, Lambrusco.

Sure.

Go, go, go, go, go!

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He's not saying for sure that it's him, but it's that Tony.

He's house, so it's fucking gotta be, right?

- It's gotta be. - Fuck!

Do you hear what I said?

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Mark Moran was murdered tonight.

Yeah, no we saw that on TV.

Figured it must have been him.

So where's your partner gone?

Carole home?

- Yeah. - I'll come in.

Karl?

Looking relaxed?

We were just saying, you know, what a tragedy, you

know, a lovely young bloke like Mark cut down in his prime.

Where were you tonight, Carl?

Say, from about 7 o'clock onwards.

I was having a bite to eat at the Hotel

Terminus, Camberwell, on your own, with a mate.

Left about quarter to 9, grabbed a bottle of

plonk from your missus, cabbed home by about half past.

This mate of yours could confirm it.

Know anything about Mark's death?

Nope.

You have anything to do with it?

- Nope. - Did you pay to have him killed?

That's enough, get out of my house.

You want me to have one of them, um, gunpowder tests?

You made a gunshot residue test.

Just had to show you how to have your car.

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At approximately 8 o'clock last night, underworld

figure Mark Moran was gunned down outside his house.

A member of the infamous Moran family, Moran was murdered in a

manner police say bears awful clear marks of an underworld execution.

As yet there are no witnesses to the shooting, but police are

appealing to the public who might have information to contact crime service.

**sobbing**

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You be strong for me love.

Moran women gotta be strong.

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Rock and roll.

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Mark, thank you for everything you did for me and for our family.

Your beautiful smile and face I will never forget.

You were, and you always will be, the most important person in my life.

Mark, you have deeply touched everyone who came into contact

with you, and we've all lost an integral link in our family.

Goodbye for now.

And I'll see you again.

I love you, brother.

This is just the beginning.

I will never forget.

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We don't have any serious suspects Mrs. Blanding.

We don't even have any leads.

I'm sorry.

It may be related to the murder of a man

called Mark Moran, though we're not sure.

He sent me flowers.

Who Mark Moran did.

He threw them in the bin.

He criminal.

Yes.

Nothing will help.

My Richard is dead.

The file stays open.

Brick photo?

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It's a joke

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