All language subtitles for Underbelly S05E03.The Loaded Dog

Police have identified
the body parts of a man

found in six bags in the
Hastings River at Wauchope

as those of missing prisoner
Terry Falconer.

You 're the dog who murdered
my grandparents.

Look at this. These are the
ones who killed Terry Falconer.

FRANK: That's Anthony Perish.

My old man used to say you gotta
do the right thing, yeah?

Even if it hurts. The more
it hurts, the righter it is.

Mate, are you sure
this informant of yours

isn't just leading you
by the nose?

He's not a bad suspect
for Falconer himself.

This guy is as sound
and as reliable as they get.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Gary Jubelin.

You dropped me in it,
didn't ya, hey?

You told Perish
I was doggin' him.

Anthony Perish hasn't ever had
an account with Telstra

or any of the private
phone companies.

He's not registered
with the Housing Commission,

Medicare or any
private health fund.

No super fund
has any record of him.

He's got no outstanding fines,

no traffic infringements,
he's not on the electoral roll,

got no tax file number,
no credit history.

Only someone
with serious badness to hide

would go to this much effort
to cover their tracks.

(THEME MUSIC)

SONG: # It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #

(PHONE RINGS)

- Gary Jubelin?
- Pam Young?

PAM: Mm-hm.

Nuh.

Nuh. No, Sandra.

I can drive myself.

Mm-hm.

OK, I'll see you down there.

There's a murder in Wollongong.
Sounds like a gay bashing.

Sometimes I wonder
what it's like.

A normal life.

No, you don't.

See you when I see you,
Jubelin.

Good luck catching your ghost.

Be careful.

J ACQUl: Almost a year

into the Terry Falconer
murder investigation,

Gary Jubelin was no closer

to finding
his elusive prime suspect,

Anthony John Michael Perish,
the ghost.

Huh! What Gary didn't know -

the ghost was studying him

and his illustrious career
just as closely.

Know your enemy.

You 're a star, mate.

Cop star.

J ACQUl: For more than a decade,

Anthony Perish had managed
to fly under the radar,

invisible to police eyes.

Unlike most criminals,

he went to great trouble to
leave no trace of his passing.

He had never put a foot wrong
until Terry Falconer came along.

- PIPPA: Clear?
- Don't rush me, OK?

For fuck's sake, Frank,
I'm busting for the loo.

- Are we clear?
- We're clear.

Go on. Go on, get in, get in.

- You, sometimes...
- Shut the door, alright?

(DOG BARKS)

Pippa! Come here!

(TOILET FLUSHES)

PIPPA: What?

- (MUTTERS) What?
- Look.

Yeah, looks like
a Jatz cracker.

It's a sign.

It's a biscuit.

FRANK: Rooster and Undies
have been here, eh?

More likely that little
kid from next door.

No, it's a warning, OK?
Now get inside.

- Did you lock the front door?
- Jeepers, you 're scaring me.

- You ought to be scared, eh?
- No, you. You 're scaring me.

Hey, inside. Go. Move it.
Let's go.

- PIPPA: Fuckin' hell.
- Get inside. Inside.

J ACQUl: Gary Jubelin's
second major focus

was the man
code named Informant X.

He knew Francis Xavier
O'Rourke's evidence

would be crucial
if he ever got the chance

to put Anthony Perish
on trial for murder.

You tipped off Rooster, eh?

- GARY: And why would I do that?
- FRANK: You 're in his pocket.

You 're up to your fuckin'
eyeballs in Falconer's murder.

You, Rooster, Undies. Now you 're
trying to stitch me up over it.

GARY: That's a load of
paranoid bullshit, Frank.

Correct. And I'm just crazy
enough to pull that trigger, eh?

- TIM: Oh, shit!
- J ASON: What?

Now, you agreed
to come alone, right?

Sorry, Frank, it's procedure.

GARY: Listen to me. Listen.

If I wanted to fit you up,

I would have planted Terry
Falconer's DNA in your house.

Well, maybe you did, huh? Maybe
I just haven't found it yet.

Well, why am I tellin' you?

Yeah.

Point.

You know the best way
to lock this guy up?

Rooster?

Rooster.

Get him bragging about it.
Who did what.

All the fuckin'
gruesome details.

Then you record it.

You know who the best person
to do that is?

You want me to wear a wire, huh?
Against Anthony Perish?

(LAUGHS) Oh, shit, was I wrong.

Nah, you 're not trying
to stitch me up.

- You wanna get me killed.
- No, Frank...

That's what this is about, you
lyin' bloody squarehead, huh?

I get blamed for Falconer, you
and Rooster go on your merry way

like a couple bloody schoolyard
lovers, ya fuckin' idiot!

Jesus Christ, eh?
Fuckin' dreaming.

You like the little boys, do ya?
Get you fuckin' head read, mate.

COMMISSIONER: Gary, you can't
hang an entire murder brief

on one tattooed lunatic.

- He'll come round.
- Bullshit.

He's turned his life around.
Have faith in human nature.

I've got a ton
of faith, mate.

I just don't have unlimited
bucks to back it up.

My strong advice?

Concentrate on catching
Anthony John Michael Perish

while you 've still got
a strike force to do it.

Dickhead alert.

Permission to come aboard.

Oh, shit, is this necessary?

ANTHONY:
Can't stay here now, can I?

Not secure anymore.
All thanks to you.

Can I have a private word?

- Been thinking.
- ANTHONY: Yeah, well, don't.

You know the best means
of defence is attack, right?

The last thing
the Living Deads will expect

is a direct assault
on their clubhouse.

DECKER: Yeah?

Nah, listen.
We firebomb the pricks.

They come runnin' outside,
we put a few rounds into 'em.

Not to kill, just to panic 'em.

Teach 'em
who they're messing with.

I got all the men lined up.
All the hardware.

All I need is my orders.

That'd start a bloody war, mate,
not finish it.

You 'd get the Gang Squad
up our arse.

No.

How will I do business with 'em
after a stunt like that, eh?

Well, you got a better plan?

Yeah, I do. Peace summit.

A peace summit with the Deads?

Better work on your apology,
mate.

The keystone of a successful
informant relationship

is trust, yeah?

You have to believe
what he tells you,

he has to believe
he's safe in your hands.

The trouble with your Mr X

is after a lifetime's
bad experiences

with authority figures,

he naturally assumes
you 're going to betray him,

and therefore he'll never
let himself trust you

unless he knows you trust him.

So, how do we handle him,
Sonya?

FRANK: You 're late.
You organising back-up?

I'm on me own, Frank.
I give you my word.

FRANK: What do you want, huh?

I've already told you everything
I'm gonna tell you.

Then why are you here?

Aren't you gonna
pat me down, huh?

No, I'm not.

If we're gonna work together,
I've got to learn to trust you.

And vice versa.

Sit down, Frank.

Who says we're working
together, hmm?

Here's what I reckon.

I reckon you got two voices
in your head

telling you two
very different things.

Just two? (LAUGHS) Happy days.

GARY: One of them's saying
"Never trust a cop,"

and the other one's saying...

...he's telling you
to do the right thing.

And I reckon that's
your old man, Frank.

And I reckon
that's why you 're here.

I'm already a dead man
talking to you.

So, why would I stick
my neck out even further?

What have you got to lose?
They can't kill you twice.

And you told me you didn't want
to go back to that life.

It doesn't mean I want to be
a dog, either.

But you do want to be
a better man.

Don't ya?
That what you want, Frank?

Think about your old man, mate.

Oh, every day I do.

And what was he like?

He was an army man,
drill sergeant.

Was all spit and polish.

He hated bikies, eh?
Thought they were all crims.

Said if he ever caught me
on a Harley,

he'd put a bullet in me head.

I joined me first club
before I had me first naughty.

You good?

You know how it is.
How are the kids?

Yeah, they're good.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm good.
Thanks for asking.

(PHONE RINGS)

I know it's you, Frank.

PIPPA: Babe, what's wrong?

I'll do it.

Well, you 're doing
the right thing, mate.

Come here, beautiful.

J ASPER: First this maniac
beats my godson to a pulp.

Kid'd be lucky to walk again.

Then he comes after me with
a pair of freaking six guns!

ANTHONY: Yeah, and the reason
we're all sitting here

freezing our tits off - the man
wants to apologise, Jasper.

Alright?

Look, I had no idea
he was connected.

What can I say?
The kid never said anything.

So it's at least 50% his fault.
Why didn't he speak up?

You were kicking seven shades
of fuckin' shit out of him.

Put it down
to collateral damage.

KENNY: You are a deadset
fuckwit, mate.

- We want compensation.
- Give you 50 cents to fuck off!

Fuck you!

ANTHONY: Hey, hey, hey, hey,
not in my car!

- Lil' decorum, for fuck's sake.
- KENNY: Fuck off!

ANTHONY: Fuckin' settle down,
you idiots.

Fucking goose.

Jesus Christ.

Look, you got the moral
high ground here, Jasper.

No argument.
How much we talking?

A million cash.

Plus twenty kilos of pills.

Might have to dock your wages
there, digger.

J ASPER: And...

...I heard you supplied the
Bloods with grenade launchers.

ANTHONY: We might be able
to rustle up a few more.

Will you take a deposit?
Say... twenty grand?

You wouldn't be thinking
of stiffing us, would ya?

Jasper, mate.

How long have you and I
been doing business for, eh?

Come on. Forever.

(COUGHS)

Fuck.

Looks like the Living Dead
are in the market

for a new president, eh?

Any thoughts there, Kenny?
Congratulations, mate.

Couldn't have picked
a better man.

- Thanks, mate.
- Yeah.

Congratulations, Mr. President.

ANTHONY: Now piss off.

And don't forget who done you
this good turn.

Man, right in the heart.
No blood, no mess.

Beautiful.

I owe you, Rooster.

Yeah? You think?

You 're fuckin' joking me, right?

Be OK if you wear
a baggy shirt.

Mate, I got a boombox smaller
than that thing.

I'm gettin' a beer. Drown me
sorrows, ya bloody amateurs.

I'm going straight back to
the tech department after this,

find the boss, rip his head off
and shit down his neck.

You got my word
we'll do better, Frank.

Say you do, right?

And what's me excuse for
lobbing on Rooster's doorstep?

The thing is we can't tell you
what to say. That's entrapment.

(LAUGHS) This gets fuckin'
better, doesn't it, eh?

Frank, have you been
summonsed to appear

at the new inquest
into the Perish grandparents?

- Me? No.
- Bit of an oversight.

Yeah. Could be.

Cops. Had to be.

Tink'd never tell. It's not
in his... whatchamacallit... DNA.

Besides, he knows what would
happen to him if he did.

I don't know.

- Have you told Rooster?
- Nuh.

Don't. No need upsetting him
for no good reason.

Yeah, what if he finds out we
knew but never said nothin'?

TIM: The main LD's
in the bum bag.

What if Undies asks
what's in it, eh?

Oh, just tell him bums.

That's funny, eh?
Dark horse. Funny. Hey?

First back-up's in your phone.
Battery compartment.

- Fuck's sake, don't drop it.
- FRANK: First back-up?

TIM: Second back-up's in your
smokes, behind the foil. See?

Don't forget and chuck
the pack away.

- Righto.
- TIM: That's it.

What if he gets onto me?
Where's my back-up, huh?

There isn't any, Frank.
You 're on your own.

Oh, right.

You really know how to make a
bloke feel appreciated, Jubes.

- Hey, Mr Positive? Hey?
- We all set?

Recording.

Right, this is Detective
Sergeant Gary Jubelin

and Francis Xavier O'Rourke.

The time is 3:19pm. The date
the 30th of the 11 th, '02.

This is the commencement
of an operation

for Strike Force Tuno.

In a short time,
you will be speaking to people

who may be involved
in criminal activities.

You may be asked questions,

you may need to give
appropriate responses.

I've also been authorised
to provide you

with the following inducement -

nothing you do or say
can be used against you

in any court in this state.

Do you understand that, Frank?

I heard a whisper that
you 'd been talking... to Tuno.

Talking to a tuna?
What are you?

It's the task force looking
after the Falconer thing.

Now is that true, Tink?

Yeah. Yeah, you bet I been
talkin' to cops, eh?

Check this out.
Yeah, I been summonsed.

The new inquest,
your grandpa's murder.

I mean, shit, why do they want
to hear from me, huh?

So where's Rooster? He around?

So this is why the cops
came round,

serving you with a summons?

Yeah. That's why I need
to see him, mate.

I want to know how to play it
and what to do. Right?

- Call him, will ya?
- Yeah.

- Go on, call him now.
- Yeah, I'll fucking call him!

- Good.
- (PHONE DIALS)

See the photofits in the paper?
It looks like Rooster and me.

I never read papers.
There's too much news, eh?

Someone's been talking.

What, you 're sayin' I dogged?

When have I ever dogged you,
you paranoid fuck, eh?

- I'll call him later.
- Now you 're pulling my dick.

Ring the right fuckin' number,
dude, hey?

LAUREN: Hey, darl, have you got
the code for star pickets?

I'll be back in a sec.
Take that.

(PHONE BEEPS)

04... (MOUTHS SILENTLY)

ANDREW: Look at the code sheet
hanging on the fuckin' wall.

OK. Um... I'll talk to him, OK?

Righto. Make sure you do, eh?

Take it easy, Undies, eh?
Good day, mate.

Yeah.

FRANK: 0491-570...
something, something, something.

- I didn't get it, eh?
- This is Anthony's number?

- FRANK: Yeah.
- Didn't get the last 3 digits?

Well, slap my wrist. Stick a
finger up me arse if you want.

I did get the make and model of
the dog and bone though, yeah?

Smart piece of work, mate.
Well done.

FRANK: Thanks, Gary.

- GARY: Am I happy?
- Well, a Nokia 3315.

Plus the first seven digits
of the number.

I'm optimistic you 'll be happy.

We need warrants for
local phone tower dumps

for that period, yeah?

Say an hour either way.

You realise a single tower dump
could cost $1,000 or more?

Right, well, get it done.

You can't hide forever, pal.

- Want me to help?
- It's a job for experts.

You see, every mobile phone has
its own electronic signature.

It's just a matter of
cross-checking

the right make and model
with the partial number.

When you find it,
can you call Gary Jubelin AS AP?

Only if you give me his number.

- KEVIN: Camille?
- CAMILLE: Kevin?

You ID'd the number?

Of course I did.
Am I not a professional?

Now all you have to do is get
a warrant to put it off.

I'll call Gary J immediately.

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Wasn't expecting you this week.

Just making sure you 're
putting in the work.

Look, how long do I have to
stay in this bloody dump?

Long as I say so, hey?

Hello?

Sergeant Jubelin?
Technical branch.

We've identified the number.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

KEVIN: Anthony Perish's
mobile number?

What's this in aid of?

It's a carrot cake.

We all just stopping work
to have cake now, are we?

It's for your birthday,
Jubelin.

KYLIE: Happy birthday, Gaz.

Yes, Kevin?

There's been a slight mix-up.

GARY: Fuck!

Any idea how hard everyone's
been working to do this?

You had one job to do. One job.

(MUTTERS INCOMPREHENSIBLY)

J ACQUl: It would be over
a year before Gary Jubelin

got another chance
to bring down his prey.

WOMAN: You are too cranky.

GARY: I'm not cranky.

WOMAN: You are.
You 're too cranky.

GARY: I'm not.
Really, I'm not.

Gary.

Alright.
I'm very bloody cranky.

FRANK: My fat aunt could have
figured out his number

from what I told ya, eh?

GARY: It's more complex than
that, the whole warrant thing.

The Listening Devices Act's
a prick.

What are you driving at?

I need you to put
the wire back on.

Fuck me, Gary. Every time I
front them dudes I risk me life.

Don't you get that? Or you just
don't give a fuck? Huh?! Huh?!

Hey, I know what they're
capable of, alright?

I saw Terry Falconer's
body parts.

That's why it's imperative
we put him away.

And your role in this
is vital, Frank.

You 're the only one
who can do it.

It's the right thing to do.
You know it.

FRANK: You mention my old man
again, I'll fuckin' chop you up.

ANDREW: It's 'cause
you left the pen lid off,

it's not working anymore.

I haven't had a chance
to call him yet.

FRANK: Bullshit, Undies.
Lazy cowboy.

Give us his number,
I'll call him.

If I gave you his number,
he wouldn't be happy.

Leave the summons with me
and I'll call him, OK?

Just leave me to fuckin' eat
my hummus in peace.

Another thing.
You know that money for me boat?

I wanna pay him back.

It's only a couple of grand.
Don't stress out about it.

I know the way he works, right?
I wanna pay back every cent.

- You tell him that, OK?
- OK.

So one more thing.

You 're giving me
a fucking headache, Tink.

- Mate, it's important, right?
- What?

- Now, you know that document.
- What document? This one?

No. The document you and Rooster
came round and showed me, right?

The one that said Falconer had
been dogging to the jacks.

I just remembered something.

- What?!
- I handled it.

You know what I'm sayin'?

It's got me fingerprints on it.

Tink, there's probably
a hundred fingerprints

on that fuckin' document.

What if these Tuna dudes decide
I'm suspect number one

'cause of me record,
and then they link me to you?

- Tink...
- I gotta talk to Rooster.

Shut up, alright?
You just need to relax.

I will... I will call him
and set up a meeting, alright?

But you just need to relax,
right? Nobody knows who did it.

Nobody knows it was us
who killed the prick.

"Nobody knows it was us
who killed the prick."

- Yeah?
- You sure that's what he said?

Yeah. What do you say, boys?
Huh? Huh? Hey?

- Sensational.
- Gold star, mate. Gold, gold!

I fuckin'... I deserve a beer,
eh? Six bloody beers!

A hundred bloody beers!
Bring 'em on!

(MUFFLED CONVERS ATIONS)

(BEEPING)

TIM: It's a forklift
or something.

We sent it off-site
to get it enhanced,

they've sent it on to some
experts in London, but...

What about the back-ups?

Same, only worse.

Better luck next time.

We can't take a fucking trick.

Who's going to tell
Francis Xavier?

FRANK: Fuck!

So, what? Want me to go back?
Try again, huh?

- That'd be good.
- Fuck!

We'd also like you to make
a full statement, Frank.

Put down on paper
everything you 've told us.

Names, dates, details.
Your full criminal history.

- What? No! No way!
- It's a way of formalising...

I make a statement,

the whole world knows I've
dogged me mates, right? No.

They're not your mates.

You fuckin' idiots don't
understand a thing, right?

Now get out! Go on, get out!

Wait up, idiot. Fuckin'...

Take this bastard, right?

I was going to give it
to you anyway.

What the fuck is this, Frank?

Haven't you ever seen
a pipe bomb before, hmm?

Had it rigged to protect me
front door, yeah?

They usually make 'em
out of galvanised pipe,

but this one's PVC,
so don't bump it.

Now get out of my face,
ya bloody idiots,

and take that piece of junk
with you. Go on. Get!

Watch your step.

I'll call the Bomb Squad.

Can't risk bringing them here
and exposing Frank.

Tell 'em we'll meet them
in a park.

Hey! Youse blokes want a Coke?

- No, thanks.
- PIPPA: Huh?

We get the bomb there how?

Just stick it in the boot and
drive very fuckin' carefully.

- Mum wanted me to be a dentist.
- Browney!

Sorry, Pip.

COMMISSIONER: Transporting
an IED in the boot of a car?

Didn't you idiots
do any explosives training?

J ACQUl: Anthony Perish
had a habit of using people.

Buy them, bully them,
manipulate them.

As long as they did
exactly what he wanted,

nobody got hurt.

Decker was handy.

He had his uses,
but he was accident prone

and had to be punished
for past mistakes.

That's one reason Anthony
kept him a virtual prisoner

on his Girvan property
for three Ionely months.

And since he was sitting up
there cooling his heels,

Anthony put him to work
installing a defence system.

After all,
there was a lot to protect.

A single cook-up
from this one drug lab

could produce several million
dollars worth of amphetamines.

ANTHONY: Eat up, champ.
It'll get cold.

Well, why are you all eating
pizza and I'm not?

Brought you a special treat,
that's why. Don't you like it?

- It smells funny.
- What are you talkin' about?

It's the best chicken
and chips on the coast.

It was lovely the other night
when we had it.

- Wasn't it, Muzzy?
- Yeah. Uh, Monday?

- It was scrumptious.
- Monday? That's a week ago.

Fair enough.

Cheers.

ANTHONY: Whoo! Look out, teeth!

Look out, gums, eh? (LAUGHS)

Oh, come on. Where you going?

ANTHONY: By the way,
cops have posted a reward

for that little shoot-up
of yours at JB's.

A hundred grand.

ANTHONY: Hope you haven't been
big-noting yourself

to your bogan mates.

Security's my middle name,
Rooster.

ANTHONY: Glad to hear it.

Eat up. It's rude to leave food
on your plate.

J ACQUl: There's a story
going around

that when Anthony Perish
was a teenager,

he shot 200 cats.

It's probably apocryphal.

I mean, who was counting?

But where there's smoke...

GARY: The Gillespies say why
they were getting rid of it?

Well, see, they're going back
to England, and Mum's allergic.

- You 're my last resort.
- And what about the RSPCA?

- (PHONE RINGS)
- I can't believe you said that.

Hello?

If I wanted a dog, I would have
got a proper dog. Right?

Not a white fluffy dog.
Who is it?

Some guy called Frank.
Says his life's in danger.

What's the matter?

- Is that your son just now?
- GARY: No.

It's the guy
who cleans my guns.

(LAUGHS) He sounds alright, eh?

What do you want, Frank?

This'd be what you cops call
an induced statement, yeah?

We could never use it
to bring charges against you.

Unless of course you lie to me.

Then I'm gonna throw
the book at you.

Let's be clear, Gary.
I'm not signing it, alright?

It'd just be for you.

I can't risk word
getting back to our mate,

you know what I'm saying?

And I need my bloody head read,
that's for sure. Later.

(HANGS UP)

(HELICOPTER HOVERS OVERHEAD)

Oh, my giddy aunt.

Hey? Hey, Rooster,
you fuckin'...

- (GUNSHOT)
- Hey?

How'd you know where I was,
you fuckin' bastard?!

Come on, come and get me,
ya bastard!

- Hey? Ya fucker!
- (GUNSHOT)

Come on, Rooster!
I'm not afraid of ya!

PIPPA: Except they said
I was too tall.

I mean...

He was here a minute ago.
What have you done with him?

TIM: Frank, you 're not well.
Come back to the hospital.

- Fuck off.
- Babe, don't do this to me.

- PIPPA: Frankie!
- TIM: You need blood.

You need surgery.
You need antibiotics.

We can protect you
from Rooster.

No-one can protect me
from the Rooster.

He's everywhere.

GARY: It was an accident.

Rooster had nothing
to do with it.

- Frank, get in the fuckin' car.
- PIPPA: Frankie!

Soldier! Get in the car, mate.

Browney, grab his arm.

J ACQUl: Gary decided
a remote, secluded beach house

was the best place to
debrief Frank O'Rourke,

far away from girls and booze,
dope... and helicopters.

GARY: So Undies picked you up

and took you to a restaurant
in Newtown.

That's where you met
Anthony Perish.

FRANK: Yeah, well,
sounds right, yeah.

- Sounds right or is it right?
- Righty right, Captain. Eh?

TIM: Was this October 16th
or 17th?

Ah, I give up, eh?
I can't remember.

What day of the week was it?

Ah... Pippa wasn't working
that night.

Could have been a Wednesday,
eh? Yeah, Wednesday.

Wednesday was the 17th.

What was the name
of the restaurant?

How am I supposed
to remember that?

- Try concentrating.
- TIM: Where was it?

- Was it King Street?
- Oh, shit.

GARY: Look, we've been
over this before, Frank.

Alright, what sort
of cuisine was it?

Was it Asian, Italian? Martian?

Did you like it? Eat it?
Enjoy it?

Gary, how would I know, mate?

I didn't want to be there
and I was shittin' bricks.

- What does it matter?
- It matters, Frank! Alright?

We have to dot every I,
get every detail correct

or the defence
is gonna rip us apart.

That's assuming
we get to court.

Court? I never agreed
to no court.

I'm not goin' nowhere
near no fuckin' bloody court!

GARY: Alright, relax.
Alright, just think.

Was the restaurant... was it
flash, was it downmarket?

Think, Frank.

It was flash.
Flash, yeah.

J ASON: OK, I've got
Newtown restaurants.

Jesus, there are hundreds,
so get comfy.

This could take a while.
From the top.

Alberto's Pizzeria? Does it
ring any bells, Frank?

- Anise.
- Booze.

Rooster.

Making good progress, champion.
You 'll be asking for a pay rise.

Any wage at all
would be a bonus.

Yeah, no, I'm gonna miss ya.

What do you mean?

You can't hang around up here
enjoying yourself forever, hey?

So you 're cool if I just leave?

Yeah, you done
a good job, mate.

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

Useless till he signs it.
If he signs it.

Well, you can use it as
a scribble pad if he doesn't.

Having said that,
it's quite an achievement.

Well done him, and you, Gary.
He will sign, yes?

Well, it's his better nature
fighting his criminal instinct,

but, yeah, I think he will.

I'm afraid there's not very much
in the budget to resettle him.

Well, how much
is not very much?

TIM: Two grand?
Pull the other one.

- That is a disgrace.
- LUKE: We can't offer that.

J ASON: Don't have much choice,
do we? Short of robbing a bank.

What if we chipped in ourselves?

FRANK: If I sign,
I'm dead, yeah?

GARY: If you don't sign,
you don't get relocated.

You 're dead anyway.

Mmm. Only closer to home.

What about the relocation money?
Just another lie, was it, huh?

It's a bank statement.

Account's in your name.

Your new name.

This six grand... for me?

It's not a lot, mate.
It's all we could do.

I can't believe
you 're for real sometimes.

But you 've got to sign and date
every page of that.

And you gotta stand by it.

Which means what?

You know what it means, Frank.

It means you gotta look Rooster
in the eye in court one day

and you gotta tell the jury
what happened.

That's what it means.

I'd like to learn a trade, eh?
Something with me hands.

You any good with your hands?
Hey?

- No, I'm not, Frank.
- Yeah, wouldn't think so.

Give me that pen.

J ACQUl: Francis Xavier O'Rourke
is a fictional name.

The man himself is real,

but his true identity cannot be
revealed by order of the court.

He was relocated,
instructed to keep his head down

and wait for the day
Tuno officers would call on him

to testify against
Anthony John Michael Perish.

You are not so cranky today.

How can you tell?

I cannot hear
your teeth grinding.

Things going better at work?

Yep.

And at home?

Got a dog.

Likes cheese.

Cheese is good, in moderation.

Now, fei chang fang,
monkey style.

SONG: # It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #