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It's a jungle out here.

Welcome back to 3RW Drive.

I'm Darren Hinch.

Recently, you may have heard the name Carl

Williams in connection with a $20 million amphetamine ring.

In fact, police are calling him the Mr Big of the drug trade.

I have him on the line now.

Carl Williams, good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

What do you say in answer to these very serious accusations?

It's all a flaw show, Darren.

It's all corruption.

It's all corruption from everywhere and the police force.

Wait a second.

Exactly who are you accusing of corruption?

Hey, guys, listen to this.

What we need here is a royal commission.

Everyone knows that.

You stamp out one drug squad, you've got

another corrupt drug squad in its place.

It's a drug squad that's corrupt?

Goes right to the top.

I know for a fact Detective Sergeant Steve Owen of the Piranha

Task Force has had regular dealings with certain members of

the drug squad who have since been arrested on corruption charges.

It's nothing but police corruption.

Now, hang on.

Let's be growing up here.

Why did the police...

Why do they pluck you out of McDonald's, I mean, if you're a clean skin?

You tell me.

You tell me. I don't get involved in nothing.

Well, I haven't come looking for Mr Darren Hinch.

I've come looking for Mr Carl Williams.

Have you ever been involved in trafficking drugs?

Fuck no.

Excuse my French.

You shouldn't listen to this rubbish, love.

I couldn't live without Darren.

How do you, Carl Williams, earn a quid?

I'm a commissioner.

You're what?

You're what?

What were you just saying?

I earn commissions for people.

Suck an idiot.

What's a commission?

I have a bed.

I have a gamble on horses.

So, you know, I sell jewellery.

I do a lot of odds and ends, Darren.

You get jewellery for people.

What, do you steal it?

No, no, I don't steal.

I'm not a thief. I'm certainly not a thief, Darren.

Well, what do you mean you get jewellery for people?

Well, I have a friend who's a wholesale jeweller.

So if anyone wants necklaces or gold jewellery, then I'll

buy it for them at wholesale and then sell it to them retail.

Ask him how he can afford to buy us for cash, Darren.

Go on, ask him.

Mr Williams, more than 20 people have died in the so-called Gangland War.

Are you scared?

I've got nothing to be scared of.

I think it's media things, you know.

I've got no problems.

Well, Andrew Veneman, is he your bodyguard?

No, I bet he's a personal friend.

It's like, you know, if you're walking along the

street and you're next to someone, is that your bodyguard?

Have you got life insurance, Carl?

No, I don't have no life insurance.

Well, I recommend you get some.

Haven't you people got any work to do?

That was Carl Williams.

I'm Darren Hinch, and that's life.

Tell her to tell them that you've got our total support.

Because you're corrupt too.

What?

That's what they'll say.

Look, somebody's going to stick, that's inevitable.

You've just got to work through it, Steph.

How's Operation Gatto coming along?

Yeah, fine, ready to roll.

Actually, I'd prefer it if you let Barbara and Jackie run it.

What, so you can spend more time harassing Carl Williams?

No, I'd prefer it if you got Mick Gatto off the streets first.

Mick Gatto was the highest profile member of the Carlton crew.

Our plan was simple.

Use every means at our disposal to get him behind bars and out of harm's way.

Away from Carl Williams' guns.

It's time we drew a line in the sand.

If we don't stop the prick now, we'll run this town.

He already runs it.

Missed that boat.

Don't pick up your guts, Lewis.

I've lost two sons.

We'll do something about it.

Why don't you do something about it?

I'm the money man.

They told me he started punching his wife for a change, I reckon.

Mick, don't get me wrong, I'm not calling him gapless.

Of course not.

I'm talking about the fella who went the distance

with the heavyweight champion of New South Wales.

Twice.

This is all partly his fault, you know.

Well, we brought Benji into the crowd first.

Now he's counted as number one in a tech doll.

Mick's record as a heavyweight boxer wasn't the greatest.

Nine fights for five wins.

But he did learn a few valuable lessons.

Never let your opponent know when you hurt, never

throw a punch in anger, and never, never, never blink.

Yeah, who's there?

Can you state your business?

Mr. Gatto, these gentlemen are with the Australian Crime Commission.

Gareth Forrester, Mr. Gatto.

I've got a warrant here to search these premises and

see such items as might assist us with our investigation.

And what am I being investigated for?

A whole range of criminal activities.

It's all in the document.

Mr. um...

Forrester.

There's a gentlemanly way to do things.

And then there's the wrong way.

You're turning up here at seven o'clock in the morning, disturbing my family.

That's the wrong way.

Step aside, please, Mr. Gatto.

Just give us 30 minutes.

I'll have a shower, a little coffee.

And dispose of the evidence.

30 minutes.

Provided, of course, I can come in and keep an eye on you.

You be my guest.

Is that the only computer Mr. Gatto?

Yeah, there's one in the boys room.

Check that out.

You make sure and tell me if he's been looking at any porn, all right?

So is this your idea,

or theirs?

We believe it's for your own good, Mr Gatto.

You see, every time we drop a hit list, your name seems to be at the top.

We think it's harder to kill you when you're in jail.

I don't need your protection, champ.

You've got to be top of the list, old mate.

Scare tactics.

It's the oldest strategy in the world, divide and conquer.

All right, boys, keep a low profile.

Take a long holiday.

What do I look like, an invalid?

Can't take care of myself?

Mark and Jason thought they were bulletproof, too.

No, run and hide.

That's not my style.

Well, in that case, you confront the threat head on.

Mr Dominic Getter?

Who wants him?

The Australian Taxation Office.

Barbarians at the gate.

What can I do for you according to ATO records, mr.

Gatto you haven't filed a tax return since 1989 Is this an appropriate venue?

This is where you conduct all your business Look, I could

have taken my eye off the ball forgotten your tax return or two.

I'll be busy Since the sources of

your income were difficult to trace.

We undertook an audit of your assets and lifestyle We

calculated your taxable income on their value what I said

you're talking about Your home in Doncaster holiday house

and Sorrento to investment properties in Richmond Your

share of a crane and scaffolding business operating out of Leviton.

It's all in here Happy reading The bottom

line is that you owe us one

million two hundred and four thousand six hundred and forty eight dollars

Come on Fatso.

Come on, up on your elbows.

That's hopeless.

Come on.

Alright, now turn around.

Oh, fuck off.

Hey, listen Fatso, you want to lose the gut, you've got to do the work.

I'm thinking it's time we made a move on the big guy.

Who?

- You know who. - Gatto.

Nah, you'll find someone else.

Can't touch him, he's a mate.

Benji, you're like family now.

We open up our hearts to you.

You aiming me Gatto?

It's like asking me to murder my father.

You act your best mate Dino, why can't you act some big ugly knob like Gatto?

You listen to me, alright?

It's about respect.

Which side you on Benji?

I didn't order a salad.

No, you never do, but you should.

Take it back.

You want parmesan?

I can already feel it's doing me good.

Mick, you know how Benji borrowed my car?

It was a few months back.

He still hasn't returned it.

I'll talk to him first chance I get.

Hey, Mick, Mick, can I help you guys or what?

You need to see me gut her.

So, who are you?

My name's Sean, this is Michael.

Carl Williams, says L.A.

I'm his cousin.

Well, congratulations.

That must be a thrill for you.

So, is that it?

Hello?

Somewhere we can talk in private, Mick.

Talk right here.

Say whatever you want to say, then you piss off.

Carl wants you to know he's got no plans to hurt the monster.

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Mate, who would want to waste a bullet on me?

Who am I a threat to?

Nah, they're just trying to put the wind up us.

You know how to use it?

I don't need a gun.

You want a demi?

I was carrying one of these when you were still pooing in your napkin.

Oh, maybe you're right.

Maybe it is me that they're after.

Well, in that case, we'll drink to your health.

Merry Christmas.

So long.

Come on, you fat pig!

Get up there!

You are hopeless, Carl.

Piss off!

Totally hopeless.

Shocking, mate.

Who is it?

- Eh? - Ah. - It's private, mate.

Hey, buddy, Andrew.

Hey, thanks for stopping by appreciate it.

I mean sure haven't seen much of a champ What's going on?

No commitments my yeah, it's not okay.

Oh, you got a minute for a check 60 seconds tops and then we'll have a coffee.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. No, I'm just retired of the boardroom

I'm worried about you champ me fine fine.

I hear that you're spending a lot of time with

car Williams look Sometimes I spend time with you.

Sometimes I spend time with him, you know, I

know a lot of people You're a special person Andrew.

You got special gifts and I hate to see you wasting.

Don't worry about me

You doing a lot of gear?

No.

No, you just remember what happens to guys who do do a lot of that shit.

Listen, I got it under control

Andrew, I don't want to hear that you're running with the Williams crew.

That's not healthy.

Think it over.

Think it over.

- Come on. - Come here. - Come here.

What are you thinking about?

Jesus Christ on the cross.

What do you reckon it feels like to get spikes gnawed through your hands?

Nah, I'm kidding.

I'm thinking about what a beautiful back you got.

Lower.

What a beautiful back you got.

These want anything from the bar?

Um, bunny and coke?

Yeah, who's those straight up?

It'll cost ya.

Everything's got a price, Ben.

Remember that.

What's up, pizazz?

You two having a blue?

Nah, we're cool.

Yeah, sure you are.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I thought that was new.

It's pretty.

And look.

Guess who?

You got me hanging around your neck.

You only get one soul, mate.

I love you, Binge.

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Have a good day, love?

Mm-hmm.

Pretty good.

You?

- Yeah. - Sis rang.

They're coming for Christmas dinner, after all.

Oh, good, eh?

More the merrier.

Yes, that poor job site, that's enough.

Yes, and roast veggies.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Brian, what's the matter?

Nothing, love.

Don't scare me.

You're worried about something.

I haven't got a worry in the world.

You are worried, I can tell.

See, well, I'm not worried.

Put your head in and read your bloody book.

Thirty years of marriage, I can read you like a bloody book.

Can I do anything to help?

I love you very much.

Tell me what I can do to help.

Keep the home fires burning, it's what I'd like you to do.

Because nobody does it better.

Ah, have we got any ice cream?

Choc chip?

What about your cholesterol?

Cybil, have we got any ice cream or not?

Yes or no?

No!

I'm hopin' to have.

Hello, Mick.

It's Sybil Kinnebury here.

Hey.

Graham's dead, Mick.

Murdered.

He went out for ice cream.

They killed him when he went out for choc chip ice cream.

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It has to be Benji Veneman, doesn't it?

Well, the MO's about right.

The shooter was on foot, waited for Kinnerborough to get

home, couple of bullets in him, took off in a waiting vehicle.

Yeah, a 10-man team, as per usual.

My condolences.

I know Mr Kinnibra was a good friend.

He was my best friend.

Just for the record, what was Mr Kinnibra's line of work?

He was a rigger.

Can you shed any light on the matter, Mr. Guetta?

Well, I wish I could, but I can't.

Did he have any enemies?

He was widely liked, well respected in the

community and I wouldn't know anyone who'd want to hurt him.

Yes, but surely you must have your suspicions, I mean we do.

Then why are you bothering me?

Come on Mick, how are we supposed to shut these

blokes down if you don't tell us what you know?

Are we done?

Oh, this is bloody useless.

I don't want you sorting this out yourself.

We'll deal with it.

Understand?

Yeah, I'd like to place a death notice.

Keenaburra?

Graham.

The Munster.

tragically taken.

Words cannot express the way that I feel right now.

You were my lifelong friend and I was so

proud to be part of your life.

This has left a void in my life that cannot be replaced.

I love you Pa, and I

will never, ever forget you.

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Why him?

Why Graham?

Why not me you mean?

You could have prevented this Mick.

All you had to do was take that little tattooed prick mate of yours in hand.

We all know who did it.

What are you gonna do about him?

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Hello?

Hey?

Hey, buddy, what's doing?

Yeah.

Yeah, righto.

Hey, Fatso!

It's Meek.

Meek?

He wants to talk to you.

Got him, eh?

Powwow.

Gee Mick, I don't know, I get pretty nervous

when strange men invite me to private powwows.

- Yeah, alright. - I'll see you there.

So, where are you meeting him?

Just at a pub.

Where are my bloody keys?

You got my bloody keys? Don't get all fucking tizzy with me, Toad.

I haven't seen you this nervous since

you were off to see Jason and Martin Reiner.

Yeah, and look what fucking happened.

I got an extra navel in me belly.

- Hey. - Wish me luck.

See ya.

Yeah, I'll be alright.

Nick?

Carol.

Beer?

- Yeah, sure. - Why not?

It's Becky Weber at the moment, isn't it?

Just cut to the chase.

A lot of shit's been going on, and you better be candid.

Sorry, I'm late.

I was parking the car.

He's driving me.

Andrew.

A lot of shit's been going on.

And you've had a big hand in it.

- Both of you. - Mate, we've had enough.

Don't interrupt. Because I'm not going to argue the toss with you.

Because right now, I don't care why this bloke

or that bloke had to be knocked.

What I care about...

My condolences about the monster.

- He was a toddler. - You just shut up.

You are not even fit to mention his name.

You put your guns away.

You hearing me Andrew?

Mate, it's over.

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He says he wants us to move on.

Does he mean us?

He just set me up.

What do you think, Benji?

Benji!

You know me better than me.

You know me better than anyone.

Mick, don't take shit from no one, Carl.

That includes you.

What's that supposed to mean?

He's gonna kill you, man.

I mean, unless you kill him first.

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Hello?

Were you gonna wish me happy birthday?

Hey Roberta, happy birthday.

Guess what I'm doing?

I'm having a bath in French fucking champagne.

You got a prezzie for me?

Yeah, of course I have, babe.

Am I ever gonna see your face again?

You just try and stop me.

Nah, that's all.

Am I ever gonna see your face again?

No way, get- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

Convinced?

I love you.

Or not.

You off to work?

Oh, yeah.

You want something to eat first, or?

No, I'm fine.

You be careful, eh?

Andrew.

Come here.

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Hey Mick.

Hey Mick.

Anything you want done today?

You should be on standby in case anything comes up.

Oh, thanks for coming.

Take a seat.

You have a check for us in the amount of $1,204,648?

You know, I can read tea leaves.

I can foretell the future.

But if I choose to contest this number 1204648, that we are

going to spend a lot of time in court together, you and me.

You'd lose and pay costs.

But if I win, it will cost the taxpayer more than $1.2 million.

So you want to hear my counteroffer?

I agree that I have to pay you some money.

That is only fair and just.

There's $200,000 there.

And it's all yours if you rip that up.

So why don't you go back to your masters and you tell them the situation?

Because I've got a busy day ahead of me.

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Sit, sit, sit.

Giovanni, we've got peppermint tea and what do you want, what do you want?

Ah, normal cappuccino.

Don't make it too strong.

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

So what's with the peppermint tea?

How's me old mate doing?

Ronnie?

Oh, he's going real well.

Yeah, he looks fucking real good.

Yeah, he looks terrific.

But he's going to have an x-ray soon.

See what the cancer looks like.

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So why you been avoiding me champ?

Nick, who's avoiding you?

Here I am.

You want to chat?

Yeah, I do.

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Giovanni, it's both your trouble.

I just shot Andrew Benjamin.

He's dead.

Call the police.

Fuck.

Call the police.

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I keep hearing that you think that I killed Grainer.

Well, Andrew, to be honest with you, mate, that's what I keep hearing.

Why would I fuck with you?

- You were a mate of mine. - Dino-Dibbra!

Poor Calipolitis!

Yeah, they were your mates, but you never- They fucking deserved it!

They were dogs!

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Good afternoon.

As you would have just heard on the news, there

seems to be another gangland slaying here in Melbourne.

That's been either 22 or number 23.

According to the news that's just in, a man has

been shot dead in the inner Melbourne suburb of Carlton.

Ambulance service spokesman James Howe says they

received a call to attend the scene of a shooting

near the corner of Faraday and Rathdown streets just before 3pm.

The man was dead when paramedics arrived.

It happened outside La Pochella restaurant.

Sounds like something out of the Mafia days in New York City, doesn't it?

As I understand it,

the man who was dead, we have a name, we can't confirm it

yet, but the man who was dead is an associate of Carl Williams.

That's right, I've been using it for quite a long time now.

Good on you. Thank you, Darren. Oi, Owen!

I heard there was a shooting, what happened?

Andrew Venneman's been shot.

Dead?

Who did it?

Who did it?

Who is he talking about?

Oh, Jesus, it's the ghetto.

And what happened next?

I said, um, Dino Dipera and Paul Calipolitis

were your mates, but you fucking killed them.

He said they deserved it.

They were dogs.

And I'm looking him in the eyes, and his face goes kind of funny.

He takes a step back.

He says, we had to kill Graham.

We had to kill fucking Graham.

Fuck him.

And fuck you.

And I never seen where he got it from, but he pulled out a gun.

And that's when I lunged.

And I grabbed his arm.

Grabbed his arm with my hand.

And then the gun went off past my head.

Grabbed his hands with both my hands.

And pushed his hands, because his hands were still on the trigger.

And I squeezed his hands, forced him to pull the trigger.

And then it was just bang, bang.

And I don't remember where it went or whatever.

So what happens now?

We'll swab you for gunshot residue, take your

photograph, your fingerprints and remand you into custody.

Mr. Vetterman, Detectives James and I are in Piranha Task Force.

Sir, I've got some bad news for you.

Your son Andrew was shot dead this afternoon.

May we call someone for you?

Mr. Venneman, do you understand Andrew is dead?

Thank you.

I understand.

Yes, boss.

Are they sure?

All right, thanks.

Transcribers have been working through the listening device backlog.

Guess it was home safe and sound watching Christmas

carols with Mum and Dad the night Kinnoburro was shot.

Benji.

Who the hell was it, then?

I thought that was one fall we could put away.

You've lost someone important to you, a relative or close friend?

Very close friend.

Very close.

Do you have something belonging to this departed one?

I have a strong sense of a

man trying to make contact.

Yeah.

- Neither may I. - Can you see him?

I'm getting a message.

I can see a letter.

The letter S.

Think hard.

It's important. He's being pulled away from us.

Sunshine.

He grew up in sunshine.

Yes.

Yes, I can see the sun shining.

Shining all around him like a halo.

What's his name?

- Benji. - That's right.

Benjamin.

No, we called him Benji, but his name's Andrew.

Correct.

He wants you to know he's looking over you.

Benji's looking after you, Roberta.

And tell him I love him he knows oh my word.

Yes, he knows And he wants you to know

that he loves you with all of his heart.

The Deputy Commissioner says you're a

prime target in the gangland war, Carl Williams.

What do you say to that?

I haven't got any enemies, Darren.

Do you have any message for Andrew Venneman's killer?

If anyone wants to come get me, come get me.

Just don't miss.

On June the 15th, 2005, after eight hours' deliberation, a

Supreme Court jury rejected the Crown's case against Mick Gatto.

He was found not guilty of murdering Andrew Venuman and acquitted.

Gatto's solicitor, Brian Rolfe, said the

prosecution case was based on theory, not facts.

The prosecution could never establish that

Andrew Venuman did not bring the gun to the restaurant.

Thank God for the jury system.

And thank God for my barrister, Robert Richter, Sir Gatto.

Mr Rolfe said his client's first wish, after 15 months in custody,

was to have a nice meal, probably in Carlton, but not at La Becella.

No one's been charged with Graham Kinebra's murder.

We're still working on that one.

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