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It's a jungle out here.

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You tell your mate Carl Williams that I'm shutting down all

these cook houses, you tell that fat prick I'm not gonna stop

until he's begging to change outside of Flinders Street Station.

You got that?

Fuckin' Steve Owen.

You gotta do something about him, Carl.

And fuck you too, you little fuckin' faggot.

Get out!

I'm talking about my fuckin' lifestyle here.

Message to you, Owen.

You better keep your door locked, cos I'm coming for you, prick.

I'm gonna chop you up.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop.

Gonna chop up your girlfriend too while I'm at it.

If Steve Owen comes looking for me, there's a gun under the pillow.

If you don't talk to us, someone else will get in first.

I don't, dog.

Never have, never will.

We know you've got information, so why

don't you stop wasting our time and spit it out?

If you help us get certain people off the

streets, you'd be doing yourself a huge favour.

I wouldn't leave it too long, cos someone

else will jump into the queue ahead of you.

I'll just take a moment to remind you your priors.

Rape.

Assault with intent.

Message to you, Owen.

You better keep your door locked, cos I'm coming for you, prick.

I'm gonna chop you up.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop.

And chop up your girlfriend too, while I'm at it.

Hey.

Hey.

What?

Carl Williams has made death threats against me.

And you.

He knows about me?

No, he didn't mention you by name.

Well, does he know where we live?

No, I don't think so.

Look, I don't think he's serious.

Just typical Carl bullshit. You don't think

he knows where we live, but you're not sure?

Look, I don't think we have anything to worry about realistically.

He kills people, Steve.

That's what you told me. He grabs handfuls of cash

out of his money sack and then gives it to murderers.

And that's why I think it's best if you move home with your parents.

What?

No, I want to be with you.

Susan, this is not a buddy debate.

You go home, you pack your things, you leave tonight.

Until this thing is over.

What a fuckin' mess.

This is vandalism, that is.

How many kitchens have they closed down now, car?

When we're done, Condello, we do Owen.

Who's going to put their hand up for that?

Carl, Steve Owen is a jack.

I know he's a jack, Michael.

He's after me.

He's been coming after me for nine years.

We kill Owen, we put evidence on him proving he's corrupt, Piranha collapses.

When do we do Condello?

As soon as I get the cash together.

May 2004, the Carlton crew was all but wiped out.

Carl had murdered, or ordered the murders

of both Moran boys as well as their dad Lewis.

Elder statesman Graeme Kinnabrew was dead and the boss, Mick

Gatto, he was in jail, which only left the money man, Mario Condello.

He was the last man standing between Carl and a complete victory.

And he was starting to feel distinctly nervous.

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I'm gonna chop you up, Owen.

I am worried about it, and so should you be.

Yeah, look, it's just hot air, boss.

Just means we're getting to it, means I'm getting to it.

It's grounds for taking him off the street, you're aware of that?

Look, we're ahead of the game for once.

Let's not let it slip now.

Promise me you'll upgrade your domestic security arrangements.

No worries.

Listen, um, I was thinking...

maybe it's a good idea to get someone inside the Candela camp.

G'day Tibor.

Detectives Lyle McManus, Brunswick Detectives.

Do you mind if we take a look over the car?

Well, as a matter of fact, I bloody do.

Got a warrant?

Don't need one.

Under the Firearms Act, Drugs, Poisons and Controlled Substances

Act, and the Control of Weapons Act, we're entitled to search,

provided we've got reasonable suspicion you're carrying prohibited articles.

And we're very suspicious, let me tell you.

Step back, mate.

Duh!

15 years.

Bloody hell.

How would your family cope with that?

What if I told you I could make it all go away?

I could write what they call a letter of comfort to

the DPP, asking him not to proceed with the charges.

Oh, I see.

This is going to cost me money.

No, I don't want money.

I want you to tell me something I don't know.

Mario's looking for someone to knock Carl Williams.

Give me a name.

Hasn't found anybody yet.

Tell me about this writing thing.

Hang on.

You've got to give me something solid.

A name, a how, a where.

What, so you can be there to stop it?

Get yourself a nice juicy arrest?

Get your face on television?

There are blokes out there trying to kill him, Tibor.

I'm trying to get him off the street.

Save his life.

I'm actually doing your job for you.

Alright, what if I put my hand up for it, told him I'd do it?

Would he believe you?

He trust me?

Well, you'd have to wear a wire, record the conversation.

A wire?

Mario catches me with a fucking wire, I'm dead.

But I reckon it's better than 15 years.

Meanwhile, I had my own job to do.

I had to find someone with the guts to testify against Carl Williams.

You sure that's a good idea?

Just don't tell Gary.

This is Senior Detective Carpenter.

What are their names?

How have you been?

Do you need anything?

Ten minutes alone with your puppies would be nice.

Keep that up and I'll bounce your head off the wall.

The best legal advice money can buy.

Isn't that what your friend promised you?

I didn't see any QC's names in the visitor's book.

Now we know you're only the driver in the Michael Marshall murder.

The other guy was the shooter.

And we know you were paid for the hit.

All we want to know is who paid you.

Just two words.

That's all we need.

And your future's looking a whole heap brighter.

Those don't last five minutes.

We'll put you into witness security.

So tell me, honey.

Yeah?

What's your cup size?

Oh, you fucking grub.

See?

What's yours?

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What did he say you refuse to actually say the words Carl Williams,

but there's no doubt It's gonna be tough getting the creep to testify.

I don't mind working on him Dave and I can handle it.

Yep Okay done

Now, by law, you're required to turn the unit on and off yourself, like so.

This goes in your pocket, all right?

Now, keep it on your person at all time.

Don't rush it.

Just wait for the right moment, OK?

The right moment?

Look, you've got two tasks.

One, convince him you're the right man for the job, OK?

And two, he has to pay for it up front.

Otherwise, it's just talk.

Look, you've got no right offering something you can't deliver.

I've got him between a rock and a hard place, and now we're in business.

You cannot usurp the DPP.

All you can do is ask him to consider how helpful a man has been.

Now, I know what you're trying to do.

I need some means to an end, all right?

This end never justifies the means, Steve.

The process has to be lawful and correct the whole time,

otherwise you just jeopardise everyone else's hard work.

You shouldn't need to be reminded of that.

I'm trying to save a man's life, OK?

For Christ's sake, boss, I just want to stop this fucking war.

Don't use that language to me.

There's a right way to do things and a wrong way.

Jesus was a man of peace, right?

He was.

Why do you ask if he could have joined you?

Unlike me, I mean.

I'm a man of war, Mario.

A man of violence.

I've been thinking about your problem, Carl Williams.

You want someone to off the fat boy, I'm ready to step up

Yeah.

Who can you trust?

You ever killed a man before?

Could've started somewhere.

It'd be an honor to do him for you.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Guy

50 for the job,

20 to start.

Forget it, Mario.

I've done my research.

I know what the market rate is.

150 G's, 50 to start.

It is.

This is crap.

Can't hear a thing.

He agreed on a fee, he gave me the green light.

Nah, doesn't matter.

You gotta get him to hand over serious cash.

Listen, these Carlton boys, they never pay up.

And if they do, they're never on time.

If he wants Williams dead, he'll pay.

Now you think about it, Tibor.

Fifteen years.

Having fun?

Take five, bunny.

How can you not believe in a good and benevolent God?

Unbelievable.

Listen, I've been thinking.

I'll need a disguise.

What?

When I do the hit, I'll need a disguise.

Well, you're an international man of mystery now, eh?

I've got nothing to hide under Mario.

And I want to leave the country straight away.

I'll need a passport.

Go to the post office, get an application form.

In another name.

Costs money.

Twenty-odd grand.

I'll add it to the balance when you deliver.

I'd really like it now, Mario.

I'm a little short this week.

You get the document, I'll be back.

You mean to tell me you haven't got 20 grand in the case?

So you don't think I'm good for this?

That's not what I said.

Hang on. Wait. You don't think I'm good for this?

Fuck.

You.

I want six months living expenses, plus a university degree in some

kind of computer engineering and a matching resume with bona fide referees.

Honours degrees, international prizes.

Reality check, mate.

You're between a rock and a hard place.

You're not getting out of jail.

DPP's not throwing away a murder charge.

The best thing you can hope for is a reduction in your sentence.

How much?

It depends how good your info is and how charitable the judge is

feeling on the day, but you're looking at 12 on the bottom, maybe 14.

Maybe.

I don't know anything.

Exactly.

Anyone can write CW on a table, can't they?

It does not mean a thing.

If you don't help yourself, you'll never breathe free air again.

Why carry the can on your own?

Wasn't your idea to kill anyone, was it?

You could chop use off your sentence.

I like it in here just fine.

Bullshit, you do.

Three square meals a day, plenty of exercise, telly, no bills to pay.

It's fucking paradise.

Change your mind.

You know, I thought your mum might like to see you free again one day.

I'm a man of war, Mario.

Man of violence.

I want to leave the country straight afterwards.

It costs money, twenty-odd grand.

You mean to tell me you haven't got twenty grand in the suitcase?

You want someone to off the fat boy.

Who can we trust?

Who can you trust?

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Michael?

What's the big emergency?

Cannella, mate, it's on.

Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,

ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Yeah.

What's the plan?

Condolo, he walks his dog every morning through the cemetery.

When that little pooch stops for a plop...

Bang!

Simple.

Good doggy.

Let's go

I thought Mario Candela had moved into an apartment in the CBD.

He has, but he goes home on the weekends to visit the family.

If we let Michael Thornycroft and this other bloke, what's his name?

Sean Sonnet.

If we let them run, we just might get Fat Boy on conspiracy to murder.

The only way we'll get that to stick is to catch him in the act.

I realise that, Gary.

We have to prove intent. Gary, I was in school that day, too.

All right, we're going to need 24-hour surveillance, OK?

We need LDs, TIs, tracks in the cars.

Got it.

But just don't lose them.

Don't drop the ball now.

What's the matter?

Where's my gun?

What do you mean?

The gun that I keep in here to protect myself from evil.

What are you doing?

The question is, what are you doing?

More the point, who are you doing it for?

You working for Williams?

- Huh? - You taking money from Carl?

Why would I take money off Williams?

To off me, what else?

I know how your mind works, Tibor.

You take money from Carl to knock me,

then get a deposit out of me to knock him.

You think I'd double-cross you?

It's beautiful if it works, isn't it?

- Just beautiful. - With all the crap I go

through for you, you insult my integrity?

You fucking Italian ingrate!

Put it away!

Tell me you're not working for Williams.

I want to hear it!

I want to hear it.

I am not working for the fat boy.

Now, just calm down, Mario, and listen to me.

My job is to protect your life, and you have my word on that.

I can't do it.

Yes, you bloody can.

Are you scared or something?

Yeah.

But you wouldn't get it.

Try me.

Forcing me to dog on the bloke.

He's a mate.

Tebow, I'm not going to force you to do anything, alright?

I can't.

What I am asking you to do is to help us.

And why should I?

Because we should stop this thing before someone else gets killed.

It's the right thing to do.

Do you think you might go feral, knock Williams, take the money and scram?

I want to know what he's doing every minute of the day.

- I don't trust him. - Exactly.

Now this is a monster you created.

For Christ's sake, get real.

Don't talk to me like... Excuse me, Skipper.

Time for the happy steps.

Now...

Right, if we have to do it, let's do it right.

Jackets and ties.

Let's look like professionals, even if we don't always act like one.

Come on, a bit of a smile, eh?

There we go, good.

Say cheese piranha.

Cheese piranha.

- Nice one. - Even bigger.

Come on, a bit of a hand with that cheese.

One, two, three.

Lovely.

OK?

Okay?

I was, uh...

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Yeah but I'm only asking for 30 grand.

It's a fucking emergency car.

I can't afford it this month.

You've got a shit load here.

I already told you, I can't afford it this month.

My fucking jewellery won't be on special forever.

Nah.

All right, all right.

I, uh...

What's in the bag?

A hundred J's.

Oh, well,

once the job's done, you get $200 more.

Mate, I'm not going to use you in the actual hit.

Eh?

Why not?

I can't rely on you.

If you're not stoned, you're asleep.

If you're not asleep, you're stoned.

Sometimes it's asleep and stoned.

Ha ha, fuck off.

I want you to source the gun car.

So I'm the vehicle guy?

Oh.

Break that thing like a 4-tap drop, same

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slow Break that thing like a 4-tap drop, same way you slidin' on this loft

You heard Michael Thornycroft just stole a Ford Telstar.

Gary?

Game on, mate.

I want the surveillance team in on that car, I want to know where it is

at all times, who's in it, what they say and I don't want any mistakes.

I reckon they'll strive to avoid anyway.

Gary, tuckers up!

What a bloody retard, Todd.

Boss, chair's up.

Boss.

- Jason! - Come on!

Come on! Get in here! Get a bloody ambulance!

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You know, when they do the final body count.

They're not going to include him.

They should.

This job killed him.

Unless it was a short breath.

Okay.

I was gonna have a talk to him later on,

too, just to, um, you know, just clear the air.

What about?

Yeah, I might just head home for an hour, see the kids.

Yeah, of course.

Hello It's me Hey

Haven't heard from you in a while Yeah, sorry.

I've just um Well, it's just been kind

of crazy at work Is everything okay?

I just needed to hear your voice.

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Just remember, Greg, do everything like I said, and we'll be cool.

Feel like Shawnee, I'm cool.

I'm 50 grand cool.

Shawnee?

Shawnee?

Please, mate.

Jesus Christ.

Mobile 1 and Mobile 2, come in, Greg here.

My ball one and my ball two, what the fuck's going on?

Oi, give me the unit.

You're mobile too, dickhead.

Flat battery.

You got jumper leads?

What idiot boots a unit with a flat battery?

Michael Thornycroft.

Greg, you got jumper leads?

No, I don't, Shaunie.

Fuck!

What's happened?

Someone's jumpstarted the Telstar.

Sounds like Sean Sonnet and our new guy, Greg, someone.

Right, this is the Telstar, this is Mario's

place in Brighton, this is his apartment in the city.

Somewhere between here and these two locations,

we're going to have to stop them with guns in their hands.

They might have changed their plans.

We've got to cover all bases.

What crazy eyes wants another chat.

- Do it, yep. - Yep. - Take Dave, go.

They're going south.

They're going to Brighton. I'm going out there.

Jeremy, get your crew, mate.

- We're going. - Let's go.

Where to?

Home. Brighton. Dogs booked in for vaccinations this morning.

Listen, my advice would be just to stay put for a couple of days.

Just cancel the whole thing.

Mario.

Listen, look, call it a premonition, okay?

But I had a really bad dream about you last night.

Just...

Just stay put for a couple of days

You're with Darren Hinch.

We've all heard about the spate of gangland murders in recent years.

You've seen the gangsters' funerals on television, those

offensive, ostentatious festivals of muscle, phony, emotions, and bad taste.

Well, yesterday, we lost one of the good guys, Detective Inspector

Gary Butterworth of the Piranha Task Force, who died suddenly last night.

Typically, he was at his desk when he

died, doing the job he'd dedicated his life to.

Gary Butterworth joined the police force as a cadet in 1978.

He worked the tough streets of Brunswick

as he killed her with a uniformed copper.

His skills as an investigator were soon recognised.

Gary rose to the ranks of homicide, where his professionalism,

his tenacity, thoroughness and absolute integrity became watchwords.

We sadly missed.

We're stopped outside Brighton Cemetery.

Steve, can you confirm that Candelo is in town?

Yeah, boss.

- Give me a sec. - I'll call him.

T-Ball, if you need to tell us what's going on, mate, call me back.

Right, we're in position.

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We're in position now.

Who paid you for the hit?

I can't talk, Walker.

I'm still out and about.

Open my mouth, he'll come after me.

There are guys in here who'll stab you for a pack of twisties.

Lock him up first, then I'll talk.

How can we lock him up without your evidence?

I was the driver for the marshal job, and I did the Jason job Drive

the shooter to the car park Dropped him off what we saw Jason and Pat

getting back in the van Picked him up after on the other side of the creek.

Oh incidentally Pepper Barrow was Jason's fault that

prick shouldn't have ducked who paid you for the hit Come on.

Just give us a name, and we'll look after you nice decoy a couple

of lilies in Him that bloke over there walkie-talkie bloke

There's a lot of people around Do this you have to hang about get up close

Is that it?

Well, you're looking for a bloke with a dog, right?

Well, bloke, dog.

Snap, let's go.

Come on, mate.

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$20,000, you said?

For a passport, yeah, $20,000.

Forty thousand.

Two passports, one for you, one for me.

For you.

Once the job's done, I'll leave the country too.

We meet up overseas and I pay you the full amount.

Personally.

Now you prove to me.

Man of violence.

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Steve, shut these clowns down before they shoot somebody.

Not yet, boss. Steve, don't muck about.

Shut the bastards down.

Sorry, missed that boss.

He's breaking up.

I've got the wrong guy

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G'day, Mr. Karn.

What a coincidence to see you here, Mr. Karn.

Mr. Imran Karn.

Sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else.

You've mistaken me for someone...

My name is Mr. Abbas.

I know, man.

Steve, how much intent do you need?

Well, have they mentioned car by name yet?

Well, no.

We're still up Shit Creek, aren't we?

Forget it, Steve. Shut the bastards down.

Oh, shit.

Hey, Sean, you nearly popped the wrong bloke, mate.

You're in this too, mate.

Don't you forget it. Not as much as you, mate.

Who's paying you?

Who's paying you?

Who's behind it? It was a kill, wasn't it?

Tell me who paid you!

Say his name! Say his name, you bastard!

Say his bloody name!

Yeah!

All we want to know is who paid you.

Carl Williams gave us 150 grand for the job.

Got 25 for mark mark

Mark Moran see cup.

Who do you fucking think I?

Drove Carl was the shooter after he did it.

I raced him across town to a pub so he get his fat

face on closed-circuit TV No way am I getting in a

witness box till Carl's locked up nice and tight You got that

I thought you'd done a runner on me.

I did.

Good quality this time.

$40,000 for two forged passports for him and me.

So why'd you come back?

It was the right thing to do.

Hey, thanks for coming in.

Um, can you deliver a letter for me?

I don't want it going through the prison office.

Director of Public Prosecutions.

Do you want to do a deal?

Are you prepared to testify against Carl?

He promised me the best lawyers in town, didn't he?

Yeah, you reckon I've seen one of the bastards?

Yeah, I'm going to do a deal before someone else beats me to it.

You've got to promise me one thing, though.

Promise me you'll take care of me, Mum.

Keep her safe.

Sure.

On you, Jaggie.

Thanks.

Gary should be doing this.

Detective Sergeant Owen.

Go get the fat boy.

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Coat buttoned up, piranha tie, knotted sharply, boss.

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Hey, car?

Yeah?

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Williams, I'm arresting you for murder.

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That's how the gangland war ended, on a cold day in

June 2004, when Steve Owen finally shut down Carl Williams.

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Carl Williams was convicted of Michael Marshall's murder in 2006.

In February 2007, he pleaded guilty to murdering

Jason Moran, Lewis Moran, another drug dealer

called Mark Marlier, and conspiring to murder Mario Condello.

He's currently serving a minimum of 35 years.

In March 2007, he and Roberta were divorced.

A week into Mario Condello's trial for conspiring to

murder Carl, he was shot dead by a person's unknown.

His file is still open.

Tiny Mockbell fled Australia in the

middle of his trial for cocaine trafficking.

In his absence, he was sentenced to nine years.

Early in 2007, Daniel McGuire gave birth to his daughter, Renata.

Today, Nick Gatto is a director of a construction crane company.

He also runs a mediation and arbitration business.

And as for us, the work of the Piranha Task Force goes on.

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