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It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

Police! Don't move!
Police! Get down!

Tell your mate Carl Williams

that we're shutting down
all his cookhouses.

Tell that fat prick
I'm not gonna stop

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

You got that?

Fuck that
fucking Steve Owen.

You gotta do something
about him, Carl.

And fuck you too, you little
fucking faggot. Get out!

Talking about my
fucking lifestyle here.

Message to you, Owen.

You better keep your door locked,
'cause 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'll be doing yourself a huge favour.

I wouldn't leave it too long,

'cause someone else will jump
into the queue ahead of you.

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

Rape, assault with intent...

Message to you, Owen.

You'd better keep your door locked,
'cause 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.

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...

I don't think he's serious.
Typical Carl bull...

You don't think he knows,
but you're not sure?

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...

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 bloody debate.

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

Until this thing is over.

What a fucking mess.

That's just vandalism, that is.
Phew.

How many kitchens have they
closed down now, Carl?

When we've done Condello,

we do Owen.

Who's gonna put
their hand up for that?

Carl, Steve Owen is a jack.
I know he's a jack, Michael.

He's after me. Been coming
after me for nine years.

We kill Owen,

we put evidence on him proving
he's corrupt, Purana 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
Graham Kinniburgh 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.

Don't be gentle.

"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 him.
Means I'm getting to him.

It's grounds for taking him off
the street. You're aware of that?

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 Condello camp.

G'day, Tibor.

Detectives Lowe and McManus,
Brunswick detectives.

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.

Oh, shit.

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 gonna 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.

He hasn't found anybody yet.

Tell me about this writing thing.
No, hang on.

You gotta 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 trusts 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 Garry.

This is Senior Detective Carpenter.

What are their names?

How have you been?

Do you need anything?

10 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 QCs' names
in the visitors' book.

Now, we know you were 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.

Dogs 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.

C.

What's yours?

What did he say?

He refused 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.
OK. Done.

Now, by law,

Now, by law,

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

This goes in your pocket, alright?

And keep it on your person
at all time.

But 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.

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

Got him between a rock and
a hard place. 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.

I know what you're trying to do...
It's a means to an end, alright?

The 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?
You thinking of joining up?

Unlike me, I mean.

I'm a man of war, Mario,

a man of violence.

Been thinking about
your problem - Carl Williams.

You want someone to off the fat boy,

I'm ready to step up.

You?

Who can you trust?

You ever
killed a man before?

Gotta start somewhere.

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

OK.

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.

150...

... 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've got to 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.

15 years.

Mmm.

Hah. Having fun?

Take five, Bunny.

How could you not believe

in a good and benevolent God?

Unbelievable.

Listen, I've been thinking.

Hmm?

I'll need a disguise.
What?

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

What are you, an international man
of mystery now, huh?

I've got nothing
to hide under, Mario.

And I want to leave
the country straightaway.

I'll need a passport.

Go to the post office.
Get an application form.

In another name.
Costs money - 20-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 pay you 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.
Nah, hang on.

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

Huh?

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?

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?

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?

It wasn't your idea
to kill anyone, was it?

You could chop years
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.

If you change your mind...

You know,

I'd have thought your mum might
like to see you free again one day.

I'm a man of war, Mario,

a man of violence.

I want to leave the country
straight afterwards.

Costs money - 20-odd grand.

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

You want someone to off the fat boy.
Who can you trust?

Who can you trust? Who can you trust?

Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?

# Ah, yeah

# Well, come on

# Well, every time that I see you

# It leaves me feeling, oh, so blue

# Knowing that you
used to be all mine

# Still got my friends
and I got some time

# Driving round your neighbourhood

# I'll burn it up

# You know I should

# Burn it up
Burn it up... #

Hey.

Michael.
What's the big emergency?

Condello, mate. It's on.

Whoo-hoo!
Hah-hah-hah!

Yeah.

What's the plan?

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

Now...

... when that little pooch
stops for a popper -

bang!

Simple.

Good doggy. Bang!

Let's go.

I thought Mario Condello

had moved into
an apartment in the CBD.

He has. He goes home at
the weekends to visit the family.

If we let Michael Thorneycroft
and this other bloke...

What's his name?
Sean Sonnet.

If we let them run, we might get
fat boy on conspiracy to murder.

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

I realise that, Garry.
You have to prove intent.

Garry, I was in school that day too.

We're gonna need
24-hour surveillance, OK?

We need LDs, Tls,
trackers 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, Tibor.

What are you doing?

No, the question is
what are you doing?

Or more to the point,
who are you doing it for?

You working for Williams, huh?
You taking money from Carl?

Why would I take money
off somebody who was...

To off me - what else?
I know how your mind works.

You take money from Carl
to knock me,

then get a deposit
out of me to knock him.

You think I'd doublecross 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!

You tell me...
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.

Oh, what?
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.

Tibor, I'm not gonna 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.

You think he might go feral, knock
Williams, take the money and scram?

I wanna know what he's doing
every minute. I don't trust him.

Exactly. Now, this is
a monster you created.

Oh, for Christ's sake. Get real.
Don't talk to me like...

S'cuse me, skipper.

Time for the happy snaps.
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, bit of a smile, eh?

There we go, good.
Say cheese, Purana!

Cheese, Purana!
Nice one.

Even bigger. Come on,
bit of ham with that cheese.

One, two, three.
Hey!

Lovely.

Garry?

You OK?

I was, um...

Yeah,
but I'm only asking for 30 grand.

It's a fucking emergency, Carl.
Can't afford it this month.

You've got a shitload here.

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

The fucking jewellery
won't be on special forever.

Nah.

Hi, mate.

Hey, um... what's in the bag?

100 G's.

Huh.
We're on.

Once the job's done,
you get 200 more.

Mate,

I'm not gonna 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 he's asleep AND stoned.

Fuck off!

I want you to source the gun car.

So I'm the vehicle guy?

Cool.

Michael Thorneycroft
just stole a Ford Telstar.

Garry? Game on, mate.

I'm afraid Mr Butterworth's
not available at the moment.

Can I take a message?

Yep, OK. No, I'll get him to call you
as soon as possible.

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.

Have we established where Mario's
staying tonight - home or away?

The city apartment. I don't reckon
they'll strike till dawn anyway.

Garry, tucker's up!

Maybe he doesn't like Thai food?

He's not a bloody retard, Todd.

Oi. Oi.

Here you go.

Boss, chow's up.

Boss? JESUS!

C'mon, get in here!
Get a bloody ambulance!

Just been
having a blub in the ladies'.

You know, when they do
the final body count...

...they're not gonna include him.

They should.

This job killed him.

Unless it was the shortbread.

I was gonna have a talk to him
later on too,

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

What about?

Yeah, I might... just head home
for an hour.

See the kids.

Yeah. Course.

OK.

Hello?

It's me.

Hey.

I haven't heard from you in a while.

Yeah, sorry. I've just, um...

Well, it's just been
kinda crazy at work.

Is everything OK?

I just... needed to hear your voice.

Babe.

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

Relax, Seany. I'm cool.
I'm 50 grand cool.

Seany? Seany.

Please, mate. Jesus Christ.

Mobile 1 to Mobile 2.
Come in. Gregg here.

Mobile 1 to Mobile 2,
what the fuck's going on?

Oi. Didn't you hear me?
You're Mobile 2, dickhead.

Flat battery.
You got jumper leads?

What idiot boosts a unit
with a flat battery?

Michael Thorneycroft.

Gregg, have you got jumper leads?
No, I don't, Seany.

Fuck!

What's happened?

Someone's jump-started the Telstar.

Sounds like Sean Sonnet and
a new guy - Gregg 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 gonna have to stop them
with guns in their hands.

They might have changed their plans.
We gotta cover ALL bases.

Crazy Eyes wants another chat.

Do it, yep. Take Dave. Go.

There. They're going south,
to Brighton. I'm going out there.

Jeremy, get your crew, mate.
We're going.

Let's go.
Where to?

Home. Brighton.

Dog's booked in
for vaccinations this morning.

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

Just cancel the vet.

Mario...

Listen, I...

Call it a premonition, OK?

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

Just... just stay put
for a couple of days.

You're with Derryn Hinch.

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

We've seen the gangsters' funerals
on television -

those offensive,
ostentatious festivals

of muscle, phoney emotions
and bad taste.

Well, yesterday we lost
one of the good guys.

Detective Inspector Garry Butterworth
of the Purana Taskforce

died suddenly last night.

Typically, he was at his desk
when he died,

doing the job
that he'd dedicated his life to.

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

He worked the tough streets
of Brunswick and St Kilda

as a uniformed copper.

His skills as an investigator
were soon recognised

and Garry rose through
the ranks of Homicide

where his professionalism
and his tenacity,

thoroughness and absolute integrity

became watchwords.

He'll be sadly missed.

They've stopped outside
Brighton Cemetery.

Steve, can you confirm
that Condello is in town?

Yeah, boss.
Give me a sec, I'll call him.

Tibor, you need to tell us
what's going on, mate.

Call me back.

Right, we're in position.

We're in position now.

Who paid you for the hit?

I can't talk
while Carl's still out and about.

I open my mouth,
he'll come after me.

There are guys in here
who'll stab you for a packet of Twisties.

You lock him up first,
then I'll talk.

How can we lock him up
without your evidence?

I was the driver
for the Marshall job.

And I did the Jason job.

Drove the shooter to the car park,

dropped him off where we saw Jason
and Pat getting back in the van.

Picked him up after
on the other side of the creek.

Oh, incidentally,
Pat Barbaro 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, eh?
Sweet.

Couple of lilies.

Him? Him, that bloke over there,
the woggy looking bloke?

Nah, that's not him.

Gee, there's a lot of people around.
Fuckin' too many people around.

Not gonna be able to do this.

We're gonna have to hang about,
get up close to him.

Is that him?

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

Well, bloke, dog - snap.
Let's go. Come on, mate.

20,000, you said.

For a passport, yeah, 20.

40,000.

Two passports -
one for you, one for me.

For you?

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

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

Now, you prove to me
you're a man of violence.

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.
You're breaking up.

Jesus, they've got the wrong guy.
Steve, they've got the wrong guy!

Mr Khan! G'day, Mr Khan!

What a coincidence seeing you here,
Mr Khan. Mr Imran Khan!

Sorry, you've mistaken me
for someone else.

You've mistaken me for someone...

My name is Mr Abbas.
I know, mate. I know.

Steve, how much intent do you need?

Well, have they mentioned
Carl by name yet?

Well, no, we're still up
shit creek, aren't we?

Forget it, Steve.
Shut the bastards down!

Shit!

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

You're in this too, mate.
Don't you forget it.

Not as much as you, mate.

Get down! On the ground.
Face down. On the ground.

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!

Argh!

All we wanna know
is who paid you.

Carl Williams gave us
150 grand for the job.

I got 25 for Mark.
Mark?

Mark Moran, C-cup.
Who do you fuckin' think?

I drove. Carl was the shooter.

After he did it,
I raced him across town to a pub

so he could get his fat face
on closed-circuit TV.

But 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.

Can you deliver a letter for me?

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

Director of Public Prosecutions.

Do you wanna do a deal?

You prepared
to testify against Carl?

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

You reckon I've seen
one of the bastards?

I'm gonna do a deal...
before someone else beats me to it.

You gotta promise me
one thing though.

Promise me
you'll take care of me mum.

Keep her safe.

Sure.

Onya, Jacqui. Thanks.

Garry should be doing this.

Detective Sergeant Owen...

... go get the fat boy.

# Say goodbye... #

Coat buttoned up.
Purana tie knotted sharply, boss.

# And we'll steal

# A lover's song

# How it breaks

# My heart to leave you

# Now the carnival has gone

# Oh, my love, the dawn is... #

Hey, Carl.
Yeah?

# And my tears

# Are falling rain

# For the carnival is over

# We may never meet again

# Like a drum

# My heart was beating

# And your kiss

# Was sweet as wine

# But the joys

# Of love are fleeting... #

Carl Williams,
I'm arresting you for murder.

# For Pierrot and Columbine... #

That's how the gangland war
ended, on a cold day in June 2004,

when Steve Owen
finally shut down Carl Williams.

# This will be

# Our last goodbye

# Though the carnival... #

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 Mallia

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 persons unknown.

His file is still open.

Tony Mokbel fled Australia

in the middle of his trial
for cocaine trafficking.

In his absence,
he was sentenced to nine years.

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

Today Mick Gatto is a director
of a construction crane company.

He also runs a mediation
and arbitration business.

And as for us, the work
at the Purana Taskforce goes on.