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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.