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It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

Giovanni, there's been some trouble.

I just shot Andrew Veniamin.

He's dead. Call the police.

# To be a partyhead is something
I could never do

# I don't like no-one except for you

# You're my only friend,
you don't even like me

# You're my only friend,
you don't even like me... #

Guess we better get goin', eh?

You dressed?

Bobbie?

Bobbie?

Fuck off, toad.

Temper, temper, Carl.

Don't you have any respect,
Detective?

I'm goin' to a fuckin' funeral.

I just wanted
to reassure you personally

that the Purana Taskforce
is here for you.

Any time, day or night,
at your service.

Look around the corner,
and, hey presto, there we'll be.

Enjoy the wake.

You're still a sphincter, Owen!

You're a hairy, brown-ringed,
smelly old sphincter!

Cage successfully rattled.

I didn't know him for very long,

but Benji was what I call
a true friend.

Yep, he was a real...
What's the name?

... role model.

Yeah, yeah, he had, uh,

fuckin' awesome tatts.

Yeah.

And like Benji would have said,

we should all just get pissed
and go and get a root

and get on with it, eh?

Yep?
To Benj.

Carl Williams's war
on the Carlton Crew

had created chaos.

The criminal world
had spun out of control.

Friends had become enemies.

The only way to settle a dispute
was with a bullet.

Benji.
To Benji.

An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth.

It really was a jungle out there.

And we couldn't control it.

You want someone to bump Moran
or Condello for you, I can do it.

I'll do either one of them.

Take out the whole fuckin'
Carlton gang if you like.

Why would you wanna do that?

Oh, come on, Carl.

You reckon Benji put a gun
in Mick Gatto's face?

There's no fuckin' way.

He respected him too much,
for a start.

For fuck's sake!

Don't tell me you believe
that crap, do ya?

Hey?

Alright, mate.
I'll have a think about it, OK?

Carl Williams.

Honour to meet you, mate. Truly.

Makes my heart swell with pride.

Now, sunshine, if there's
anything I can do for you,

just say the word,
'cause I'm your man - in like Flynn.

With Benji dead

and his other guns for hire
locked up in jail,

we were hoping
Carl might call the war off.

But reinforcements came crawling
out of the woodwork like maggots.

Everybody knew there were still
two names on the fat boy's hit list -

Mario Condello and Lewis Moran.

They were living on borrowed time.

# You're fucken awesome

# You're fucken awesome

# You're fucken awesome

# You're fucken awesome

# I'm just diggin' ya now

# I'm diggin' ya now...

# I'm just diggin' ya now

# I'm diggin' ya now

# Don't wanna walk away

# I couldn't anyway

# You fill my empty day

# You know you make me stay

# 'Cause you're fucken awesome

# You're fucken awesome

# You're fucken awesome... #

Hello?

Just, uh, just wondering
if you'd had a chance

to think about me doing that...

...thing for ya.

Oh, yeah.

You just say the word, right?
Any of those guys.

Talk prices and... sort it out.

Yeah, look, um,

I'm gonna have to go with
someone more experienced.

I can do this.

Yeah, I know, mate.

This is a business decision.

I have to think with me head.

Right.

How was the wake?

How are you?

Babe, look at me.

Alright, the only thing
that's real is us.

That is all that matters.

OK?

OK.

OK.

I'm gonna have to go
with someone more experienced.

I can do this.

Yeah, I know.
It's a business decision.

I've gotta think with me head.

Rather than some other part
of his anatomy?

Just say the word,
right? Any of those guys.

Talk prices and... sort it out.

Who the hell was that?

Well, this number's
never called Carl before.

Find out who owns that phone.

I'll check it out.

5:15 tomorrow?

How come you blokes
keep changing my report times?

It's for your own safety, Lewis.

What, do you know something
I don't, Garry?

We have no specific information,

but common sense tells me
you're a marked man.

You ought to vary your habits,
change your routine.

Remember when a bloke could go about
his business in peace, Bertie?

You don't want Carl Williams
being able to track you.

You might as well
make it hard for the sod.

That arsehole can't do nothin' to me.
There you go.

Come on, mate.

You want to think about
your grandkids, Lewis!

They're gonna need you around.

Have another shortbread, will ya?

I'm telling you, mate,

Benji Veniamin was lured
to his death that day.

Gatto used blandishments on him.

Thought it was a Smith and Wesson.

Gatto couldn't pick on
someone his own size.

He's a cowardly shit.

You know, the way I hear it,

he lured Benji with the promises
of drugs and girls

and then strung him up
in the kitchen

and tortured him
with cooking knives.

Shit! What a dog!

It upsets me when a...

... dear friend's good character
is abused.

Mick Gatto is a man of honour.

I never said a word against Mick.

You were heard slandering him
from here to Naples.

Slander him? No way!

No, me and Mick, we were...
we were mates.

Mick Gatto wouldn't
wipe his bum with you.

Mario, I'd heard nasty scuttlebutts
against Mick,

so I took the liberty
of informing my friend of them

so as he wouldn't
take them seriously.

He wouldn't wipe his dog's bum
with you.

I never started that rumour
about Mick.

But there's plenty of sick shits
out there

who don't hold you and the
Carlton Crew in the high esteem I do.

Where'd you hear that?

Leave it.

Get your buffed arse here now.

Why?

To explain why you're biting
the hand that feeds you.

Put it away, you fool.

What, are you planning to shoot me
in front of all these people, are ya?

Like Veniamin was
gonna do to Mick, huh?

Benji loved Mick.
He would never have pulled...

Shut up!

Veniamin was a drug-addled
piece of shit

that would rip off his nonna
and root his sister.

He would kill anyone
for the right price, even you.

You are witless and ungrateful,
my friend.

Mick looked out for both of you.

You should be kissing
his fuckin' arse,

not running around defaming him,
telling lies.

You and Veniamin,

you're animals.

You're all base drive and instinct.

You don't think.

You're not even worth a bullet.

Boss?

That number belongs to a phone
that was stolen months ago.

Oh, so along with threat to kill,

we could charge this guy,
whoever he is, with phone theft.

It's been a long haul,
but we are making progress.

There's been another shooting.

He said it's
two men - one dead, one, uh, shot.

That the dead man,

I am told from my sources,
unconfirmed at this stage,

is that it is Jason Moran's
father Lewis Moran,

has been shot dead

and that the other man
who's been shot,

I'm told, is the uncle.

There were two gunmen,
wearing balaclavas.

They ran straight in,
straight up to him.

Did these men say anything?

Lewis did, though.

And what did he say?

He said, "I think we're off here."

I'm his wife.
I'm his wife. Let me in.

Stupid...

You should have protected him,
you bloody useless jack!

You're bloody useless,
the lot of ya!

We'd all known
about Carl's vendetta for years.

We still couldn't stop it.

That was Purana's lowest ebb,

when Garry Butterworth
almost threw in the towel.

It's now got past
the amphetamines war

and a territorial war.

It's got to the stage now
of tit for tat,

and, uh, there's
23, 24, 25 people are dead

and I don't see an end of it

until another four or five
have gone down.

Can we have a statement?
Just anything.

Thanks a lot
for bringing us that news...

Carl? Come on.

Where were you
when Mr Moran was shot?

Here. Here. We were real shocked
when we heard, weren't we, Bobbie?

Who do you think's responsible,
Detective Inspector?

Well, we have no firm leads...
Was it Carl Williams?

I don't think
it's helpful to speculate.

Yeah, a real shock.

Is it true that you have
a vendetta against the Morans?

Vendetta? No, I only met Lewis
a few times.

Never had any problems with him.

My heart
goes out to them Morans.

Are the police
just happy to sit back

and let the crims
knock themselves off?

Absolutely not.

Where's it gonna end?

And how many more people
are gonna die?

We're committed to
doing everything we can

to put an end to it.

When are the police
gonna do anything about this?

You know, like, surely they've
got some idea who's behind it.

Is there anything else
you want to say?

We reckon the police
should just get on with their job.

Don't we, Bob? Bobbie?
What do you propose they do?

I got nothin' more to say.

Bobbie?

Roberta!

You wanna make me look like an idiot?

You do that on your own.
I do everything on me bloody own!

Look at this place.

It's a fucking pigsty.

I'm grieving. Fuck you!

Grieving?

You fucked my best mate

and you're still
rubbing my fucking nose in it.

He was my soul mate.

I'm your fucking husband!

Where do you think all this stuff
came from, huh? Hey?

All this fucking stuff?

If it wasn't for me,

you'd be sucking off fuckers
in St Kilda by now.

You just remember
whose fucking bed you sleep in.

It's only for a while, darling.

It'll be safer for you and the children
if I'm not at home.

No, it's OK.

Come on, no tears.

I know, I know, I know.

I'll be in touch.

God bless.

I'm doing this for them.

I'm not runnin' away.

How long for?
Look, I'm not sure.

Well, how long did Garry
cancel leave for?

Look, it's not official.

I just don't think
I can take a long holiday right now.

Look, we're very close
to getting Carl, OK?

He's getting reckless,
he's getting feral.

If I leave now...

What, you might miss something?

You know, it's just a job, Steve.

Purana will survive without you.

You know, hell, they might even
catch Carl without you.

I've lived with that stupid,
ugly gangster for years.

Wish you were
as sick of him as I am.

Hang on. Hang on. What's that?

What was that? Keep going.

There.

Bruise?
It's too dark.

A tatt.

Of what?

A face, maybe?

A fist?

A smiley face?
Could it be a yin yang?

Well, yeah,
it could be, yeah.

I think I know who that is.

These two get pissed
and act like dickheads,

all in full view of the camera
and Lewis Moran, of all people.

If you were planning
to kill someone,

why go to the scene the day before?

To throw us off the scent.

If they're seen there earlier,
we'll assume they didn't do the murder.

Bit 'stupidhead',
as my 6-year-old would say.

If there was a stupid Olympics,
this tattooed scrote would win gold.

So do we pick 'em up?

No. A tattoo's not enough
to convict, Jacqui.

But he's cunning.
He'll have a plan.

What's that?

Kill all the gangsters in Melbourne
and take over the city for himself?

Something like that.

This veteran maggot

had arrived on the scene
with one ambition in mind -

to see as many bodies drop
as possible,

to be the one standing on the top
of the heap when the smoke cleared.

Then the Melbourne drug trade
would all be his.

To watch Lewis work a bus

on the way back from Moonee Valley
on a Saturday afternoon...

Oh, it was nothin' to see him
pinch 20, maybe 30 fat wallets.

Salt of the earth. Salute!
Salute!

Come on, Mario. I'll get you home.

You've had enough.

Ah, jacks are just sitting back

while that evil bastard is
knocking us off one by one.

Come on, come on.
I'll put you to bed.

It is time.

Time for what?

Kill Carl Williams.

Find me someone to do the deed.

The flights
range in length,

depending on the deliveries,

with the longest trip
stretching over a massive 800km.

The scenery is amazing...

Hey, I've been thinking.
Mmm?

How would you feel about maybe
getting our own place?

Yeah, right. That'd be good.

Yeah.
Mmm.

There's a couple of apartments
for sale in that block by the station.

Been having a look already,
have you?

Eh?
Oh, no.

No, I did... I did the conveyancing
for Mario Condello.

Mario lives there?

Yeah.

Yeah, he moved in last week.

We should have a look
at this apartment.

Yeah?
Yeah, yeah.

Let's do it.

Yay.

# Hey, you

# You never shoulda ran

# You wanna make something
that can take you down again

# This time you say you're just fine

# You need a little something
that can make you smile again

# Come on, it won't take long

# You're never gonna need it
when you hear that sound again

# It's a sin,
you're lookin' kinda thin

# You need a little bit... #

G'day, mate.

Look, I know what you said
the other day.

What?

But I got a new angle.

If you want someone to help you
solve that problem,

I can help you out.

You're dating one of
the Carlton Crew solicitors.

It's all about who you know.

I can get to him, Carl.

Simple as that.

Carl, I can square the ledger
for Benji, right?

Come on, mate. I can do this.

OK.

300 grand.

Half now, half later.

Nah, that's not how it works.

I'll give you 10 now

and you get the rest when I see
a big hole in Condello's head.

Yeah, right.

Lew.

I'm not one of them stingy
Carlton Crew pricks, mate.

I just like to see a job done first.

So are we on?

# Hey, you, you never shoulda ran

# You wanna make something
that can take you down again

# This time you say you're just fine

# You need a little something
that can make you smile again

# Come on, it won't take long

# You're never gonna need it
when you hear that sound again

# It's a sin,
you're lookin' kinda thin

# You need a little bit
so you can impress everybody

# Oh, oh, oh

# You're still in a daze... #

Whoa!
Wow!

Check it out!
Ohh!

Plenty of sky for you.

That's amazing.

I could have a study.
We could set you up a gym.

Sweet.

Oh, the spa.

Oh! The spa!

What are we on? The 34th?
What floor's Condello on again?

Uh, 22nd.
Oh, good.

I'll be shitting on him for a change.
Babe, forget about Mario.

Have you got time

to return these
to the real estate agent?

Yeah, sure.
Yeah? OK.

'Bye. Go.

Go!
I'm going.

'Bye.
'Bye.

Hello?
Oh, g'day, mate. It's me.

Yeah, uh, it's all sorted.

It's that number again.

Quick, turn it up.

Well, car park, lift.
Do him in his flat.

You got the hardware?

Oh, yeah, it's no problem.

Uh, hey, listen, I've just realised,
it's not a one-man job, really.

Thought you said you could do it?

Oh, I can do it. I CAN do it.

I just need some backup, that's all.

Look, you want to subcontract, mate.
That's up to you.

The fee's the same.

Is there anyone...

...anyone you had in mind, or...

Who is that?

...anyone you'd recommend?

Alright, so the driver stays in the car,
operates the security grille.

Two of us go upstairs and do the job.

I can do it, it's just with the lift,

the corridors, other tenants,
it's too risky for one.

Yeah, easy for three, but.
Yeah.

The driver gets 50 grand.

Yeah, that'd be Jackie Chan here.

Backup gets 100.
Moi.

And I do Condello.

Yeah, I saw you at Benji's wake.

Been wanting to avenge
the little bloke myself.

Benji never mentioned
you and him were mates.

Oh, yeah.

Peas in a frickin' pod.

Fat boy Williams
put a contract out on you.

Yeah, I can tell
you're shocked, mate.

I think it's atrocious too,
this tit for tat.

Getting out of hand completely.

City's not safe for anyone anymore.

When will it end?

I'll tell you when it'll end, mate.

It'll end when someone puts a slug
through Williams's sluggy tummy.

And I'm here to offer to be
the guy who slugs him for you.

Who's Williams using on me,
do you know?

Lew Caine.

That fuckin' ingrate.

Yeah, I know.

Outrageous after all
you've done for him.

Why don't I see
what I can do about Caine?

He's not going to get you
if he's already been got, is he?

I think it's important
to clear the air,

get rid of the bits of shit.

Well, look, I, um,

I appreciate the offer,
mate, but...

... cash flow's a bit of a problem
at the moment.

You know, the market's down
and business disruptions...

Mario, I'm not...

I'm not a greedy man and I want
to do the right thing by you.

50 grand would see the job done.

45, even.

I forgot.
The real estate agent called again.

They didn't get back that swipe card
that opens the garage.

You know, the swipe card.
I don't know!

Are you sure?
Don't know what to tell you.

They're worried about security,
that's all.

I think we should have a baby.

Sorry? I thought you said...

I could have sworn you said,
"I think we should have a baby."

That was really weird.

You don't want to have
a baby with me.

You don't know who I am.

Why wouldn't I want to have a baby
with you?

Of course I want
to have a baby with you.

Really?

Well, that number there
hasn't called Carl for three days

and he hasn't called it.

You can see there's
a definite pattern going on.

Before Marshall was shot,

Carl called the Running Man
four to five times a day

and he'd call Carl nearly as often.

Then four days out before the hit,
all calls between them stop.

And the same thing happened
before Jason.

And with Benji before he hit Radev.

So Carl's across the planning

but before the actual murder,
he distances himself.

Well, we can guess
who the next target'll be.

All we've got to do
is find him before they do.

Find me Condello.

You're going to the pub
with that brainless sicko?

Oh, he's alright.

He just likes to pump up
his own tyres, that's all.

Why are you going?
I'm just going to have a drink.

Alright. Well, will you be home late?

Oh, no, no. Shouldn't be.

Outside doesn't matter, Zarah.

It's only you and me that matters.

I love ya.

So, you up for this, boys?

Need the cash.
I lost a stack on the doggies.

Well, you'll make it back tonight,
won't ya?

Your shout.

No, I don't want to
get too pissed. Fuck that.

Get yourself a light, then.

Come on, it's time.
Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

We'll get a pizza first.
We're not gonna get pizza. Come on.

Plenty of time. You said so yourself,
Condello never goes out after 10pm.

The idea's to get him
before he goes to bed.

I think I've whacked a few more
wankers than you in my time.

There's only one wanker around here.

Can we go?
Ooh-hoo. Ladies first.

After you.
Ladies...

Oh, that's right. You're Fulham
Prison's answer to the Karate Kid.

Yeah, I kept fit and didn't
stuff my face with pizza.

Yeah, well fuck fitness. When I was
in the boob I won on technique.

Is that right? What's his technique?
Blowing hot air?

Smash him.

What are you fuckin'...

Got any more, sweetheart, or what?

Hey?

Alright! OK, drop off.

Drop off!

You want some more, or can we
go do a job we came to do, eh?

Can we go do our fuckin' job now,
or what?

Too much to ask?

I guess I got you pretty good,
didn't I?

Eh?

Don't worry about it, mate.

You're just getting on, that's all.

You know, over the hill.

So can we do this thing or what?

Who's over the hill now, fuckwit?!

You didn't see that comin',
did ya, pretty boy?!

Uncle...

Yeah, that's how
a real gangster does it.

Not just a 'think you're so good'
gym junkie!

Uncle!
What?

I thought we were gonna
kill him down the docks

so we wouldn't have to dump the car!

Shit!

God.
Shotgun at close range, I'd say.

Daresay
his prints'll be on file.

A cleanskin doesn't get
killed like this.

Black jeans, black gloves.
I'd say that he liked his basic black.

There's no wallet.

Oh, hang on.

The number
you have dialled is 04151...

Shit. Give me...
... 0...

This guy's our mystery caller.
... 616.

Hey? What?
If you'd like to leave...

This is the number - the one
that's been calling Carl.

Carl's new hit man.

We have this
as the registered address

of a Mr Lewis Caine.

I'm very sorry.
He's been involved in an accident.

When did you last see Lewis?

Um, last night.

Mm-hm.

I should have said, "Don't go."

I should have said, "Don't go out."

Not with him.

And who did he go out with?

Now, you say
that you met Mr Caine

because he wanted to buy your car.

Yeah, and he took it for a spin

and that was the last I saw of him,
or my vehicle.

That's the four-wheel drive
Ford Explorer

we've since found burnt out
in Port Melbourne?

Phew.

It's almost new,
so that's a tragedy.

Look, I don't know what happened
to Caine after he left.

I mean, we just...
we just drove back to Geelong.

What time did you get there?

10pm.

What time was Lew killed?

We have your phone records here

and this statement claims

that you made a call
to Geelong at 10:08pm.

A call from Brunswick.

A call that went through
a transmitter tower

situated half a K from
where Lewis Caine's body was found.

OK, look. Just give me a sec.

OK.

No bullshit.

When we were at the pub,
Caine's all cool.

But as soon as we get in the car,

he pulls a gun,
saying we're dead meat.

So...

... in fear of his own life,

my buddy wrestled the gun
from Caine's grip

and in the ensuing struggle,

it accidentally went off
and he shot him.

And, foolishly, I then agreed
to assist him

in the dumping of the body
in the alley.

And the disposing of the car.

And the bit about him
wanting to buy it.

Right.

So where's the gun?

OK.

Just give me a sec.

We'd let
the veteran maggot run

in hope he'd lead us back to Carl.

Wrong call.

We had our 29th dead body.

But at least we'd taken
two more gunmen off the street.

There was a glimmer of light
at the end of the tunnel.

Zarah made a request
to the Coroner's Court

to have sperm taken from Lew Caine's
body after the autopsy.

Amazingly, they granted it,

but his family launched
an injunction against her.

Still stands today.

Hi,
you've called Lew and Zarah.

Leave us a message.

Zarah, g'day. It's Carl Williams.

We haven't met before,

but I just wanted to say
how sorry I was to hear about Lew.

He was a really lovely bloke.

I reckon them Carlton Crew pricks
have got it comin'.

Just gotta hope we can trust
the cops to sort it out.

Anyway, if you ever need anything,

you want to talk to someone,
just give us a ring.

Cheers.

Hey, babe?

Do you want a beer?

Thanks, darl.

# Hey, you, you never shoulda ran

# You wanna make something
that can take you down again

# This time you say you're just fine

# You need a little something
that can make you smile again

# Come on, it won't take long

# You're never gonna need it
when you hear that sound again

# It's a sin,
you're lookin' kinda thin

# You need a little bit
so you can impress everybody

# Oh, oh, oh

# You're still in a daze

# Hey, you, I know you like to prance

# So get up on and dance
so I can spin you round again

# Take your time,
you're lookin' just fine

# Let's do a little shuffle
that can make you smile again

# Come on, it won't take long

# Let's sing a little song
until the sun don't shine again

# But every time
you say you're just fine

# You need a little bit
so you can impress everybody

# Oh, oh, oh

# You're still in a daze... #

Garry's tattooed scrote
and his little mate

were found guilty of the murder
of Lew Caine

and sentenced to life imprisonment

with non-parole periods of 19 years
and 15 years respectively.

Caine had died for nothing.

In June, 2005,
Mick Gatto was found not guilty

of murdering Andrew 'Benji' Veniamin
and acquitted.