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OK, ready. Go! Go! Rolling, rolling.

Today is a day that that man, Ivan Bosnich, will always remember.

Because three years ago, his son was brutally bashed to death.

Any minute, the murderer is due.

In fact, in that taxi is Ashley Carey, the man who murdered his son.

Now Ivan Bosnich will stand face-to-face

and offer an apprenticeship to this convicted killer.

Mr Carey? -Mr Carey?

G'day.

Mr Bosnich, what do you think?

This is an opportunity for these men to try and move on.

The savage attack that took the life of Aaron Bosnich

is just one example of the violence

that's plaguing Melbourne's streets.

Look, street violence is a fact of life

in every major city in the world,

and Melbourne, unfortunately, is no exception.

We're constantly examining and implementing strategic alternatives.

Still, we all need to step up to the plate here.

The entertainments venues, yes, but parents and young people

have to assume responsibility as well.

We need societal change.

Dawn breaks, and three more young men have lost their lives

in a brutal street shooting.

Melbourne's plague of violence seems unstoppable.

In cold blood. This area is a known crime hot spot.

Yeah, OK, I'll get back to you.

Maggots. You seen this?

If someone kicked your son to death, would you be giving him a job?

This'll stir the pot even further.

So that's why you're here, Terry.

No, I'm here because Commander Waverley

called me a bum crack and told me to get my arse down here.

I preferred her when she was filling in for you, Stan.

Yeah, well, she has been getting hammered on street violence

and this is gonna put the spotlight fair and square right on her.

If this is street violence, I must be going soft, Stan.

Looks more like an execution.

Yep. Sure.

Well, if you get down here straightaway, it'll be appreciated.

This city is out of control.

Once more, the question must be asked,

"Do we have the confidence in our police to the solve the problem?"

Detective Buchanan, do you have anything to say

on the current spree of violence that's plaguing Melbourne's streets?

Bloody vultures.

Touch nothing. This is still a hot scene.

Uniforms got the call, what, two hours ago?

Yeah, shots fired. What have you got for us, Ronnie?

All aged early 20s. And dressed to party.

All died slightly differently.

This one took a hit at very close range.

Gut shot, then a second shot to the chest.

This guy over here was hit in the back.

Running away, probably.

His other mate was brought down by one in the leg.

He hit his head hard on the pillar.

The shooter cured the headache with a close-range shot to the temple.

Finished him off? Emphatically.

OK, three blokes dead. Why?

Who were they? Crank it up. What have we got?

We've got more blood at a secondary scene on the corner.

Lone shooter, gang killing, what? Hard to tell.

I've only got one type of casing. It's a .32.

OK, up in the other corner, fourth victim who got away?

The shooter, maybe.

Blood could be from an unrelated bashing.

This is one of command's designated hot spots.

OK, what happened to the additional resources?

They're at another hot spot. Sticking their finger in a dyke.

Whosever blood it is,

they're most likely looking for medical attention.

So... Hospitals, medical centres?

Yeah. Check nightclubs too.

A lot of the kids have got those pass-out stamps on their hands.

It's a little blue hammer. Actually, they're ice picks.

20 Below. Cheap vodka, crap music. It's just round the block.

Austin Searle, Cain Dunning and their mate Nabil Bey.

All three have priors for serious assaults.

Street kickings, a glassing.

These two were currently on bail prior to sentencing

for putting a young backpacker in a coma.

In short, pisshead thugs looking for trouble.

Beau Roberts, early 20s.

He matches a description we got from the emergency department.

Wound to the calf. False name, took off after treatment.

Looks like our fourth victim. The one that got away.

This is his driver's licence photo.

He's not on our files. We got a lead on him from the bouncer at the club.

He said the kid looked like trouble.

Asked him for ID when he showed three weeks ago.

And the bouncer remembered his name? No.

The first time Beau was there, he got drunk and smashed up a toilet.

Patrol took his name, but released him with a caution.

What? So he could progress from smashing toilets to kicking heads?

The bouncer said the three other guys

rock into the club a few times a month, cause strife, get kicked out.

What, and they still let 'em in? Classy joint.

So we know the three victims were there last night, right?

They left under their own steam to mix it up somewhere else.

And Beau was with them? Yep.

They bit off more than they could chew.

Yeah.

You've got an address for their new friend. Pull him in, find out.

Beau Roberts? Yeah - 28.

Nice try, Beau.

Let me go! I haven't done nothing!

Calm down. Too slow, mate.

Got a sore leg, have you?

Fell on some broken glass. So what?

It's a terrible thing, littering.

Doctor at the emergency department thought it was a bullet wound.

Can I sit down? You can sit at the station.

The doc can have a dig around, see if he can find any broken glass.

OK, OK. Some dickhead took a shot at me.

OK. Can I sit down?

Go ahead. Got a crease in the back of my leg.

Had to get the doc to see to it. What's wrong with that?

You got a description for us? Of the doctor?

The shooter, Beau.

Nah.

We're walking to the taxis. He comes out of nowhere, starts shooting.

You see, that is just not true. Yes, it is.

We've seen your mates' records.

They tried to attack someone again, didn't they?

But this person got the better of them.

You ran straightaway,

otherwise you'd have lost more than some of your leg.

You, Beau, are still a witness.

And this person knows that you saw him.

You need to tell us what happened.

Or he might come for you and then it's bye-bye, Beau.

Alright, alright.

He was flashing his wallet around at the ATM, counting his money.

And?

He looked like he was asking for it.

Us and the other guys go to bounce him, but suddenly, he pulls a gun.

And what did he look like? Dunno, I was looking at the gun!

Come on, you've gotta have something for us.

Tallish. Wore a cap, loose coat.

I don't know. Mr Ordinary, just like you.

Too easy.

Until he pulls the hardware.

Ask Austin and Cain. They were closer.

Yeah, well, I've got some information for you, Beau.

Your mates are dead.

All three.

He killed them.

Time to make a statement, Beau.

All their blood results show a high concentration of alcohol,

and a full-leaded cocktail of party drugs, so-called.

Surprise, surprise. They were high, drunk and ready to go.

Until they were stopped in their tracks.

We'll autopsy tonight. Families are doing IDs.

Whatever they've done, they're still somebody's kids.

These our street shooting victims? Yeah.

Commander Waverley has asked for my support,

so if there's anything you want to handball to me?

Reckon psych profiles on the killer and the victims would be good.

Whatever's needed.

So do we have any theory on what we're dealing with?

Looks like a bunch of young thugs

and someone who thinks he gave them exactly what they deserve.

Were they targeted? We don't know.

There's still a possibility it was an opportunistic thrill killing.

Or just someone who doesn't take kindly to being mugged.

Could be revenge. Someone who's been their victim in the past.

What about that backpacker kid that was attacked by those two?

They put him in a coma,

and that's how his parents took him home to Canada, so count them out.

Maybe we won't find out what motivated the shooter

until we catch him.

We won't catch him until we work out why he did it.

Look, media's already having a go at us.

Police have no leads

on the slaying of three young men early this morning.

Distressed parents of the victims have criticised the investigation,

saying police have been too slow to act on violence in the city.

The question is now being asked,

"Are the police powerless to stop the carnage in our streets?"

Puss, puss, puss. Chicky, chicky, chicky.

Hey, baby! -Yes!

Shake it! How's it going?

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Whoo.

Just give us the wallet, man. OK.

OK. Take it easy. Come on!

Quickly. Come on!

Quick. Don't hurt me.

Hurry up.

Come on! I'll give it to you.

William?

William?

Yeah? You finished your work?

Yep.

Ready for tea?

Yeah.

Ashley Carey was recently released from jail

after serving three years

for the manslaughter of Ivan Bosnich's son, Aaron.

There have to be people wondering why and indeed how you can do this.

Look, we all know how much violence there is out there,

but not many of us know personally

how that violence affects the families and friends of victims.

I do. But giving your son's killer a job?

Well, I'm not just giving him a job, I'm giving him a fresh start.

That's something your son will never have, isn't it?

Mapplethorpe.

This stance has cost you your marriage as well, hasn't it?

Moving forward is hard, but you know,

it's time that someone stood up and showed that the answer to violence

isn't always hatred and condemnation.

There are families of other victims out there

who wouldn't agree with that.

Some would say that this teaches violent offenders

that there will be no punishment.

In fact, they get rewarded with a job.

Nick, got another call-out. Well, they're idiots.

I mean, hatred's not gonna bring my son back, is it?

There's an opportunity here, through conciliation,

to turn this man around.

You know, to use what Ashley Carey did to my son

to help educate, change other young men

who might have otherwise committed similar crimes.

I mean, that's what this is about.

Ronnie.

Same kind of firearm? Looks like it - .32.

How many shots?

This one, gut shot and one to the head.

The other kid copped one through the back.

It must have clipped his heart. It's all close-range?

Yeah, maybe a struggle too.

This fella's got a flash burn on his wrist as well.

I'm thinking maybe he grabbed the barrel of the gun.

Casings on the ground. Plenty of similarities.

Another runner too.

Crime Scene found another couple of bullets down there.

Someone got away.

Probably the same guy who called 000.

Got a witness for you. Guy at the service station down the road.

What did he see?

Young Asian male, running like hell, jumping into a car, taking off,

not long after the shots.

Get a make, colour? Better. We got a rego.

So where have you been all night, Anh?

Out. Clubbing.

It's called 'having a good time'.

Pretty cold, my friend,

considering you've just watched two of your mates get shot.

Nah. Not me. Yeah, right.

Lee and Tran were killed in the underpass last night.

And you were seen fleeing the scene. Wasn't me.

Because if I was there and someone went for my mates,

I would mess them up.

Some guys got shot. Shot bad.

OK, where?

The underpass by the river near the casino. They're hurt bad!

Can you give me a precise location?

Get an ambulance there! They need an ambulance!

You still maintain that's not you?

Not me.

Mate, we checked your mobile phone records,

so don't bother lying to us.

You're wasting our time. We could investigating your mates' murder.

OK, Anh.

We'll tell you what we think happened

and you just nod when you can be bothered.

You, Lee and Tran cruise that underpass,

park your car down the road and go looking for targets.

You thought you'd found a soft one.

A man, flashing his wallet around.

That's a nod.

So you made a move on him.

Except he pulled a gun on you, right? Now your mates are dead!

He wanted you to go for him. You did exactly what he knew you would do.

He was waving his money round.

We went over to tell him he was being dumb.

Yeah, right.

And the knife and the machete your mates dropped

just fell out of their pockets, right?

What did the man look like?

You must have seen him. There's plenty of light there.

I don't know. He was just a guy.

You people all look the same.

Around that underpass is another hot spot for violent crime.

There's been three bashings and two stabbings in the last four months.

So you think this shooting's a match for our multiple?

Dead ringer. Same weapon, matching bullets.

And the victims all had records of violence too.

Lee, Tran and their mate Anh

were the ones that bashed that guy on his bucks night outside the casino.

Bloke had to go his own wedding with a broken jaw.

Yeah, they were all convicted of assault,

but only served nine months each.

That bucks bashing got a lot of media coverage,

as did the backpacker one.

That's how he picks them.

He follows the story, and then he becomes judge, jury and executioner.

Or someone who kills for fun,

a sociopath who likes to think they can justify their murders.

That's also possible.

Some serial killers will keep offending

because they target victims who they think are acceptable to kill.

But it's equally possible that our Mr Ordinary is exactly that.

Just an ordinary guy who's been tipped over the edge.

Understandably. And he uses the same procedure.

He stands on his own, flashing his wallet around.

A Judas goat.

A what?

A goat that they tether out in the open to lure predators.

So this guy deliberately puts himself into harm's way.

He is the bait and the hunter.

So we have an avenger on our streets.

We just need to work out what or who he's avenging.

So we need to be looking at victims of street assault

over the last, say, I don't know, four years?

That's a lot of assaults.

I think we could cut that down, though.

This is a pretty extreme response

and that indicates an extreme catalyst.

I'd be looking at bashings that resulted in death.

In the studio we have Commander Bernice Waverley

taking your calls on the rising tide of violence on Melbourne's streets.

Are police doing enough? Jo from Wantirna has a suggestion.

Yeah. Well, for starters, they should lock them up.

You know, how are these young blokes meant to change their behaviour

if all they get is a slap on the wrist?

Well, I do understand your frustration, Jo,

but sentencing, as you'd be aware, is not up to police.

What we can do and are doing

is focusing our resources on prevention strategies.

But it takes time to get results.

Yeah, I just wanna say that

I think all this prevention stuff is rubbish.

You know, our children are getting gunned down on the street.

I'm talking about those poor boys.

That's a good point, Carolyn. There's been another shooting just yesterday.

The community is now up in arms.

Maybe it's time we took up arms.

That's ridiculous, Noel. That's sensationalist spin and you know it.

So, Commander, you're willing to give your personal guarantee of safety

to anybody heading out on Melbourne's streets tonight?

In eight of these cases

the attackers will still be in jail in five years' time.

Well, we can cross this guy off. He's already been avenged.

Killer got zero jail time.

Just a slap on the wrist and a suspended sentence.

And then? Victim's brother ran him down.

He got heaps of jail time - 10 years.

Well, stands to reason. It was premeditated.

Like Claudia said, the extreme nature of these current attacks -

it makes sense to pull this list down further.

OK. These nine, all killed.

And all the killers bargained down to manslaughter

and all could have been considered to have been light sentences.

So, any of these nine could have spawned

some kind of vigilante scenario.

So we start with them.

We need to talk to all close relatives of those victims,

prioritising males, middle-aged.

Hey. Hey, that's a 24-hour clearway. I won't be long.

Yeah, well, you're gonna have to shift it, mate.

I got a question for you.

Alright, a journo.

Hey, look, I told others - I can't talk. Carey can't talk.

We've done an exclusive deal with the Sunday paper. Just read it there.

I want to understand you. Sorry?

Did you love your son?

What?

How can you help him if you loved your son?

Listen, dickhead, I've been getting this sort of thing from my family.

I've been getting it from my ex-wife and from victim support groups.

I don't need it from you, whoever you are. Leave me...

He killed your son. How can you even stand to look at him?

You think I don't cry for my son?

You think I don't lie awake and wish I could turn back the clock?

I can't do that, but what I can do

is try and make something positive come out of all of this.

Positive? There's no positive.

There's just an empty room, a bunch of memories,

a woman who can't sleep at night without pills

and still cries in her sleep anyway.

Mate, I know what you're... I'm not your mate.

Go on, then. Scared he might dirty your image?

Forgiveness.

It's all crap.

Nah. Nah, you're wrong.

Carey's going to talk to those other young offenders out there.

He's trying to change things.

You're selling out your son to get your face on TV.

No-one's accusing you of anything, Mr Myers.

We're talking to everyone who's in a similar position.

Well, ask what you wanna know.

So how you coping?

My son Ethan was stomped to death

by two thugs harassing his girlfriend.

How do you think I'm coping?

They were put away for five years, right?

Yeah, 'cause that wanker DPP

agreed to bargain the charge down to manslaughter.

Mr Myers, they do that to get a conviction.

Sometimes it's not worth the risk.

There'd be no risk if you'd got more evidence.

Those murderers deserve a lot more than five years.

What do you think they should have got?

They shouldn't even be breathing.

If the police had started to deal with the violence in the city,

maybe Ethan would be alive.

You're useless.

Have you ever thought of taking the law into your own hands?

What are you, a retard?

Is that how you spend your days, is it? Asking people stupid questions.

OK, we just need to take it down a notch.

Or what, you'll hit me?

That's what you cops do, isn't it? Well, come on, then. Go me.

OK, mate, let's just ease it down a bit?

Piss off.

Mr Myers, please.

What we're trying to do is rule you out of the investigation.

If you could just answer a couple of questions

we'll be out of your hair.

I'm just trying to get through this, you know.

There's no handbook that tells you how to cope when your son's killed.

So where were you the last two nights?

Er, at work. Stocktake.

Was anyone with you? My assistant manager.

My wife usually does it, but she's with our other son in Mildura,

visiting our in-laws.

Life goes on, detectives.

Even when you don't want it to.

Your son's name was Peter?

He was 18.

It would have been his 21st birthday just over a week ago.

He was a talented cricketer, wasn't he?

Batsman. He was being looked at for the State.

What's this about?

We're investigating some recent random acts of violence.

Random? That's always struck me as an odd word.

These people choose their targets.

Sweetheart...

We understand your anger. Do you?

They kicked our son to death.

The ringleader got four years. Four years for a life.

How do you deal with it, Mr Clegg?

What?

The loss. Your anger, your pain.

I work. I'm not sure why anymore, but I work.

We all cope in our different ways.

Thoughts of revenge? Well, we wouldn't be the first.

What happened the night Peter died?

For goodness' sake.

You must have a dozen reports on it, court records or something.

Why don't you read them instead? That's a beautiful follow-through.

Peter had great style.

He was a run machine. An opener?

Natural number three. He was born to it.

Pace or spin, didn't matter.

Takes guts to face the quicks.

That was always my problem.

I'd see the ball coming anywhere near my head and I'd just duck.

I know what you mean, but that didn't bother Peter.

He always got right in line.

Great heart.

Not the sort of kid to get into fights?

No.

Was he standing up for himself or... defending a mate?

Is that what happened?

There were three of them, the ones that killed our son.

Two of them were under 16.

They had past records of violence, but all of that was inadmissible.

That's the way the system works. Guarantees a fair trial.

Fair? How was that fair to Peter?

To us? Those boys didn't even get juvenile detention.

Just community service, picking up rubbish off a few nature strips.

It's an insult.

And the older one? The one who kicked Peter in the head?

He only got four years for involuntary manslaughter.

Sure, but there were mitigating factors, right?

Well, they were high on drugs - drugs they chose to take.

Peter too. He was on a night out. Was he drunk, on drugs?

No! So how did he react when the boys approached him?

He did everything he was supposed to do.

Offered them his wallet, his phone. They beat him anyway.

He didn't fight back? Not even a little?

I mean, he looks like a strong kid.

How dare you come in here

and suggest our son might have brought that beating on himself!

She's not saying that, Mrs Clegg.

We're just trying to build a clearer picture of what happened that night.

There's just a couple more questions.

Mr Clegg, where were you last night?

He was in his study. He works a lot.

And the night before that? Same.

Is that it? I don't think we can give you any more.

Well, for the moment yes, but we may need to speak with you again.

I'll be at work or here. You'll find me.

It's a tough one, hey? Sure.

Compared to those parents, what have we got to complain about?

You did some good work with the dad in there.

I didn't know you knew your outswing from your flipper.

Didn't get us anywhere, though, did it? Poor bastard.

You can't rule Clegg out as a suspect.

I mean, his wife alibied him, but she could be in on it.

Jen, we've talked to five fathers today.

Any one of them could be the shooter.

Yeah, and we'll find the shooter and bring him in.

We can't leave the killer out on the street.

Fine. You bring him in, then, because I don't want to do it.

You're staring to sound like those talkback callers.

Yeah, well, part of me agrees with them.

I don't reckon society needs these thugs either.

Just like our killer.

Odds are he's a grieving parent.

He's still a killer.

Yes, a killer. A killer acting out of grief over the loss of his child.

Nick, I know. It's awful. Yes, it is.

Jen, for the first time

I've gotta go and catch someone I don't wanna catch.

The bottom line is he has to be stopped.

Yeah, and locked up and punished.

You really think any of those parents can be punished any more?

So that's it? Decision made, you've taken the job?

Yeah, Matt. I have.

And you didn't think to tell me about it?

I've been trying to talk to you about this for weeks now.

We've got a big case right now, multiple murders.

You might have heard about that. Yeah, I did. But not from you.

Hey...

..say you're coming to France.

I'll speak to the sergeant,

but this isn't something I can turn around quickly.

You'll talk to him?

I can probably get a month off once this case is closed.

A month?

I might be able to get another couple of weeks later in the year.

Right. Hey, how did I become the bad guy?

You're the one going overseas for your career, not mine.

What, so your career's more important?

We were going fine until this job offer came up.

Were we? Were we fine?

How the hell would you even know, Matt? You're never there.

I love you. I want this to work out.

But you're not prepared to put your career on hold for me.

And you won't give up this job.

I'm leaving on Friday, but I'll come collect my stuff before then.

How'd you go with the grieving parents? Any fit the profile?

Yeah, try all of them.

They've been put through the emotional wringer, man.

I tell you, these people... Hey, hey, hey.

Forget the sob stories. What about just good old-fashioned rage?

Well, it's hard to know what's bubbling under the surface,

but these two men did stand out.

William Clegg and Scott Myers.

Matty and I spoke to Scott Myers.

We think he's definitely one to watch.

Is that right, Ryan? Sorry, sir?

It's nice of you to join us.

You have a big night last night? Hey, forget Ryan's social calendar.

What's our next move?

We've got Anh Dang Ma and Beau Roberts

waiting in the interview rooms.

Good. Wave those piccies under their noses.

See if they can point out vigilante daddy.

Matt, are you ready?

Here. It's OK, I'm fine.

It's OK.

You don't look OK. What's going on?

Emma left me. She's going to France. Au revoir.

Matt, I'm sorry.

We haven't been getting on for ages...

..apparently.

Yeah, I should have seen it coming.

She thinks I love my job more than her.

I've been putting my job on hold for her.

I put off going for my sergeant's stripes for her

so we could spend more time together.

It's not easy being the partner of a cop. You know that.

Well, it was pretty bloody easy this morning when she walked out on me.

Stuff it. I'm gonna sit those exams.

Hey, you're gonna have to leave Homicide.

Once you make sergeant there's no guarantee you can come back here.

Yeah, well, I think I've been putting this off for long enough.

Come on. Let's do this thing.

Terry. Bernice.

You have seen the paper this morning?

No, not yet.

"Police hunt vigilante killer." "Cops grill grieving parents."

"Sniper terror on our streets."

That's the media for you, Bernice.

They are out of control. They are completely irresponsible.

Stirring the public up into a state of hysteria.

I'm being as open and accessible as I can.

I am dealing with ignorant bloody rednecks

who are ripping me and the police force to shreds

on every talkback show there is.

That's the public for you, Bernice.

They pay their taxes and they think it's their bit done.

They want us to pull an arrest from our back pocket.

I mean, if that's what makes them happy.

Well, given that the press seem to know more about this case than I do,

do you have any updates for me?

Any little bones I can throw to the dogs?

Couple of eye witnesses, accomplices of the victims.

May get a positive ID. Very good.

Very good.

I don't know. I didn't see anybody. He killed your mates. Look closer.

I told you I didn't see him. I was running.

Not until he opened up. Look again.

Come on, take a closer look. Yeah, right.

I look close, identify the guy,

and you people get me for attempted robbery.

Permission to go in there and stomp on the pricks?

Don't tempt me, Terry. We're after him, not you.

You gonna give me that in writing?

No.

But what I can tell you is that this man is a person of interest

in other incidents, not just the shooting of your friends.

We'd very appreciative of your help.

Maybe this guy.

Maybe's not good enough. Are you sure?

Him. He pulled the gun and shot Lee and Tran.

This is the dude.

Thank you, Terry. Ma'am.

Which one was it?

William Clegg. His son Peter was killed three years ago.

He spent 10 days in ICU

before he died from repeated kicks to the head.

We know Clegg is armed and emotionally unstable.

Nick and I can attempt a low-key apprehension. He knows us, at least.

Well, remember that he is volatile and unpredictable.

He's coming from a position of grief,

which makes him more dangerous than a pro.

We need to contain him quickly and quietly.

Mrs Clegg. Detective Buchanan.

Could you step outside for a moment, please?

Go!

Mr Clegg?

Detective Mapplethorpe.

Mr Clegg. Police.

Mr Clegg, this is Detective Freeman. Clegg?

Mr Clegg, Detective Ryan.

Mr Clegg?

Clear. Clear.

Clear.

Mrs Clegg, this is a warrant to search these premises

and your vehicle.

Where's your husband, Mrs Clegg?

I don't know. He wasn't here when I got up. He's gone.

You say your husband left yesterday afternoon?

Yes.

He didn't tell you where he was going?

No. I was out back, I think, when he left.

Mrs Clegg, we want to help your husband.

Help him?

We believe he is having major problems

dealing with your son's death.

Yes. I know.

He holds it all in.

He won't even go to counselling.

To look at him, you'd think he was just the same.

Except for the cricket.

The cricket?

He loves cricket, but he never watches it now.

Sarge.

His car's clean. We're taking it for an examination anyway.

Right. His wife's got a car.

Been out of registration for about two years

and the plates haven't been handed in.

He could have taken that one. Possible.

Put out a KALOF. OK.

Mrs Clegg, is it possible that your husband took your car?

I don't have a car.

There was one registered in your name - a red Honda Civic.

That's Peter's. We helped him buy it for his 18th.

It just sits in the garage now.

All we've got from inside so far is an empty box of ammo.

.32s. But no firearm?

Not yet, sarge. Jane, we need to find him.

If he told you anything, we need to know.

I don't know where he is.

So let me get this straight, Stan.

We're sure Clegg did this, but he's gone to ground.

Yes. And he's still armed?

He's still completely unpredictable? That's right.

We've got no idea what he intends to do next.

I'm sure that's gonna go down well with the talkback rednecks.

Now, look, we've put a KALOF out on the son's car,

and we're circulating his picture.

Yeah and we can't guarantee finding him

before he hits some other thieving lowlife.

What about his work?

Checked. Under surveillance, if he shows. But he won't.

No, he's definitely on a mission. But who is the next target?

We're trying work that out.

We're reviewing the material that we've got,

but we expected his agenda is unchanged -

to rid the streets of the kind of thugs that killed his son.

Well, if he's trying to stir up a climate of fear,

he's doing a bloody good job.

Find him, Stanley.

Sarge. There's something you should see.

It was wedged behind the bookshelf.

The boys who attacked the backpacker are in here.

So are Tran Huong and his mates.

This is proof these shootings were never random.

Clegg chose his targets deliberately.

Now he's on the loose and any one of the offenders in this book

could be his next target.

There's a reason why Clegg's only started doing this now.

Peter's been dead for three years.

Why wait so long to start taking revenge?

Exactly. Claudia said there'd be a catalyst.

We thought it was the son's death. I don't think it is.

The birthday. Peter Clegg would have turned 21 last week.

Milestones and anniversaries can intensify the loss, yeah.

What about this?

The guy that killed Clegg's son. Christos Demetriou.

Got four years, right? So?

Who serves their full sentence, especially at that age?

When's he come up for parole?

Christos Demetriou, is he next?

What do you mean, next to what?

Mrs Clegg.

We have witnesses who placed your husband

at the scene of the killings of five young men earlier this week.

No, they must be wrong.

This is your husband's book.

It is full of newspaper articles on those boys and many more.

He hunts them.

What? You know he does, Jane.

I do not. You alibied your husband.

Said he was in the study. He was.

Are you sure?

Well, I was in the garden.

William is not a killer.

But he hasn't been the same since Peter died.

Sarge - Christos Demetriou. He was paroled today.

I've got a home address.

Open up! Police. Mr and Mrs Demetriou?

Can you check that for me? Christos!

It's the police.

Open up!

House is clear. No sign of disturbance or forced entry.

Definitely no-one home.

Are you certain Demetriou is getting paroled today?

I checked with the prison.

They said Christos Demetriou left in a taxi 45 minutes ago.

Sarge! Cab company has got a drop-off point for Christos.

44 Hynes Court, Templestowe.

We checked - it's the grandmother's house.

Let's go!

If Clegg starts shooting at a family gathering...

It'll be a massacre.

Yeah! I knew it.

What's going on?

Move the children!

Police! Don't move!

Police! Mr Clegg, lower your weapon! Mr Clegg, put the gun down!

Get the children out now!

Christos! Drop the gun! Drop it now!

Christos! Mrs Demetriou, get back! Now!

Mama! Stay there!

Christos! Stay right where you are.

We've gotta get him away from these people!

Yeah. Not much chance of that. Stay calm and stay where you are!

Drop the gun, William! Don't want to hurt you.

You can't hurt me.

Mate, can you get a clear shot? Too dangerous. Too many people.

You stay there, I'll shoot you. You try to run, I'll shoot you down.

We are outside the home of William Clegg,

who sources claim has a personal interest in the vigilante killings.

Keep away, please.

Keep right away, please.

Is William Clegg a murderer?

Nothing to report at this stage.

Is he here now?

I'll be making a statement shortly. Thank you.

Can we please get a statement? Who's the murderer?

Put your weapon on the ground, William. Don't make us shoot.

You don't have the balls anyway.

You wanna run? Go ahead. Run. Make me shoot you.

Come on, William. Think of your wife.

I am. And my son.

Look, man, I did my time for that.

I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident. Please, man.

Christos, if you've got any sense, you will keep your mouth shut.

Senior Sergeant... Wonderful.

Mac, take some uniforms. Get up there. Tell 'em to stay back.

Sarge. Absolutely no visuals, got it?

Killing him's not gonna help you and your wife.

It's not gonna make you feel any better.

I want justice for my son.

They let him go free.

How can they do that? How can they? The bastards!

William! William! I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

Duncan, can you get a clear shot?

No, sarge.

Nick! Please.

What the hell's he think he's doing?

Nick! Don't make me.

What? Shoot me?

I'm already dead. So is Jane. No, she's not.

She's waiting for you at home. She wants you with her.

My son was just starting out his life.

He dreamed about playing for Australia.

I know.

And he probably would have.

And he killed him!

Come on, William! Peter wouldn't want this.

You know nothing about my son.

He was so much better than this piece of garbage.

He was. But you know what?

You're betraying his memory.

What? What are you talking about?

Do you think you're honouring your son?

Do you really think Peter wants to be remembered like this?

Peter was a fine sportsman.

He was fair.

He was honest.

He was the kind of son a man can be proud of.

That's how he'll be remembered.

No-one here will remember that.

They'll only remember you - the father who became a killer.

This is not about me. Isn't it?

This is all about you, William.

Please!

Argh!

Put the gun down! We'll shoot!

Move.

Argh!

Dickhead!

Stanley.

I see. Thank you.

I can definitely assure the public

there will be a full inquiry into this incident.

Commander, I think what the public would like is an assurance

that police shootings will become less common, not more.

Noel, the use of firearms is always a last resort.

The officers today responded to an immediate threat to their lives,

and to civilians' lives.

On the line we've got Roger from South Morang.

Hey, the police are too trigger-happy, mate.

I mean, why didn't they use the capsicum spray

or the tasers or something?

Why didn't they try and talk him down?

Commander, your response?

Well, as I said, there will be a full inquiry, but at this point,

it appears that the officers involved today

in this tragic incident used entirely appropriate force.

They didn't have to shoot him, mate. I mean, look.

If it's not street violence, it's cops, acting like gun-crazy cowboys.

I mean, when's it gonna stop, mate?

You had no choice.

I know.

Well, the people of Melbourne

have had enough of this violence, that's clear.

The whole thing is a sham.

Police say they're helping,

but all they're doing is provoking more violence.

I mean, when does it stop?

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