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It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

# Hey!

# Come on

# Come on

# I'm back to where I came from

# Come on

# Come on

# I'm back to where... #

Alright, everyone, this is a raid!

Face down on the floor, all of you! Jesus Christ.

Jase!

Hey, everyone, this is Jase and he's all mine.

Hi, Alphonse.

Hello, Taylor. Looking delicious.

Ella? Ella?!

What's this shit?

Where have you been? You were supposed to be here bloody ages ago.

Oh, I love it when you get stroppy. Yeah? How much?

Oh, yes.

Here we go!

Mad bastard.

Hands up who loves opera.

Oh, good or what? How good's that, hey?

Hello, Ella. Alphonse.

Nice to see you.

Thank you. No worries.

What is this? That cost 30 bucks!

Ripped off, love.

As I live and breathe,

Greg Workman!

G'day, Alphonse. Nice threads.

Didn't know you were out of Barwon.

What'd you do? Jump the wall?

No, got out early. Good behaviour.

Didn't I invest a, uh, sum of money into a business venture of yours?

I'm gonna pay you back as soon as I get an earner.

Oh, oh, God! Oh! You got any vodka?

Alphonse wants a bloody mary.

Uh, yeah. In the cupboard under the microwave.

How come we can't do this more often?

I don't know. Oh!

I better run it past my wife. Oooh, funny bugger, aren't you?

Any reason why you missed that stop sign back there?

What stop sign? I didn't see a stop sign.

That's how accidents happen.

Look, I was in a rush to the all-night chemist, OK?

I've got the flu and I just needed some cough mixture.

Wanna hop out of the car for me?

I'd really rather not.

I'd prefer you did, Miss...

...Susan Carmel Money of Brighton Road, Elwood.

Just to the back of the vehicle, thanks.

Cute. I've got a pair just like them.

VKC to St Kilda... Pig.

Noise complaint, Wando Grove. Can you attend?

VKC from St Kilda 210. We're on our way.

Just try and be more careful next time, miss.

It was a Tuesday night about 2am.

Me and Steve were overdue to take a meal break.

If I knew then what I know now

I probably would've gone straight home to bed.

Look, Monday - $1,500 in full, alright?

What about the interest? What?

Five grand, Monday, 9am. Five gr...

Where the fuck am I gonna get five grand?

Sell one of your kidneys, you fat slob.

I'm not gonna be able to get five grand by Monday.

I tell you what.

I'll make a little deal with you, Gregory.

If you can lay a glove on me, I'm gonna forget the whole thing.

You want me to hit you?

Why don't you give it a shot, Gregory? Hey?

Give it a shot. Come on. Have a go.

I don't wanna hit you. Have a fucking go.

I don't wanna hit you! Come on! Have a go!

Think of the money. Come on, come on.

Whoa!

Oh!

Arggh!

Arggh, Jesus!

Get up. Get up!

Come on. Come here, come here.

Arggh!

Oi! Oi! Enough, fellas.

What's the problem?

No problem. Just having a bit of fun. Right.

And you're having fun, are you, mate?

Yeah, sure. Just mucking around.

There's been complaints about the noise, fellas.

It's time to kill the music.

Who complained? Never mind who it was.

Just quit the world title fight, turn the music right down, yeah?

Since when has there been a law against music?

People are trying to sleep. Just can it.

You know who you're talking to?

You really wanna spend a night in the cells, do ya?

Alphonse Gangitano.

'Cause I don't wanna do paperwork unless I really have to.

You're gonna have to arrest me first.

I can get three units down here in five minutes, if you like.

Look, we'll just turn the music down, alright?

Steve.

Oi.

What's your name?

Senior Constable Steve Owen.

I'll remember that.

Good.

"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names."

I'll get your money for you, OK? Just give me some time.

You know who said that, Gregory?

You?

John F. Kennedy.

I don't know him. Look, are we still mates?

Yeah. Yeah, mates.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, mate!

Shit. It's Alphonse. Fuck!

Greg?

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit. He's still breathing.

Call an ambulance.

What happened? What happened? Call an ambulance!

Fuck! My pants are ruined.

Call a fucking ambulance!

Jase, help us, please!

Carl, it's me, Jase.

Just put your pants on and get to Taylor's place.

Now. Now! Alphonse, help us!

Oh, God. Get away. Get up.

How come you had to shoot him so many times?

See the size of the fat fuck?

Anyway, it was business, alright? The fat slob owed me money.

How much? Doesn't matter how much.

It's the principle, alright?

Oh, fuck. Principle. Jeez.

Give me the gun.

What?! Give me the gun.

Give it here. Come on. Jase, this is my favourite gun.

I'll buy you another gun.

I'll get you a bigger gun. Just give me the gun.

I love this gun. Yeah, yeah, just give me the gun.

Come on. Come on!

Yeah, good one, Jase.

Shut up and drive.

What's your name?

Steve Owen. First on the scene.

Right. What have we got, Steve Owen?

Gregory Workman attended a party on the premises

and the killer pumped a whole magazine into him.

Witnesses?

Uh, two sisters.

We've got the girls inside.

I've kept them separate so they don't get together on their stories.

It's like he was crazy.

He just... kept shooting till the bullets ran out.

Did you witness the actual argument?

Nuh, just the murder.

And he was known to you? Uh, Greg?

He was a friend. Good friend.

Did he have any kids?

Yeah, three.

Well, they just lost their dad.

Now, Ella, this is a summary of what you've told us so far.

I'd like you to read it and sign it if it's correct

and in a day or so we'll get you to St Kilda Road

to make a full statement.

You... you want me to, like, testify against him?

That's our best chance of getting... No. No way.

With your help, we can put this guy away...

You don't understand. He's a psycho. He'll come after me.

There are measures we can put in place to protect you.

Ella, this is your chance to get away from these guys.

Change your life. Make a fresh start.

I don't need to change my life.

You know, I've got a career at VicRoads. My life's fine.

You got the wrong sister.

Ella, this is the right thing to do.

Did you have a good night?

Not bad. You?

Hmm. Dishwasher's on the blink again.

I'll check it out in the morning.

Did you see the letter about the school fees?

In the morning.

What were you doing in the laundry?

Why did you have a shower down in the laundry?

Go back to sleep, Virginia.

And that was the beginning.

Looking back,

what the media called the Gangland War

started the night Alphonse Gangitano shot Greg Workman for no good reason

at a St Kilda party.

It triggered a series of chain reactions

that would see almost 30 people murdered.

Hey, sweetie. Hey, mate!

Oh, shout quietly, will you?

Want some brekkie?

I'm doing Jase a hangover special. Nah, I'm good.

Oh, darl, no. I can't... I couldn't...

Oh, you could have said so before.

How are you, mate? What's all this?

Salsa di pomodoro. I made it myself. You made it yourself, did you?

Bullshit.

Technically, it was Antonella's mum, but I was official taster.

Ooh! Yum!

Weren't in St Kilda last night, were you?

Just gonna pop outside, darl.

I had nothing to do with it.

Not according to rumour.

You and Alphonse, that's the big word.

No, no, just Alphonse. He didn't need any help.

Greg Workman, yeah?

Yeah.

Apparently owed a couple of grand.

What's the point of bumping someone who owes you money?

That's not the way Alphonse's brain works. You know that.

You're too close to him. He's my mate.

Dad know? That's why I'm here.

Get dressed. We've got a meeting.

No gain without pain, Craig. Come on!

How are we looking, gentlemen?

Al. Al.

Yeah, it's gonna be a long season.

Spot of bother last night, Al?

Just a little argument that got out of hand. Greg Workman's no loss.

Probably did the world a favour.

His wife and kids think that way?

He insulted me, Graham.

Did you find out if he had life insurance before you bumped him, Al?

It was a matter of honour.

You can stick your honour up your shiny arse, Alphonse.

You fuckin' stuffed up, alright?

I mean, you're bringing the heat down on all of us.

How so, Mario? Tell me.

How does my personal business impact on you and yours?

Extra jacks on the street, for starters.

I had two runners arrested this morning.

They're gonna hassle anyone who knows you, Alphonse. You watch.

You're a big blip on the radar, mate.

And that's not good for anyone's business.

I apologise, Graham.

Oh, come on. Sit down, sit down.

Come on.

Alright. I've spoken to our lawyer. He contacted Homicide, hmm?

You've got an appointment with a Detective Butterworth.

"I, Alphonse John Gangitano,

"am willing to listen to any allegations put to me

"in regard to the tragic death of Greg Workman.

"But I am not prepared to answer any questions

"until after consultation with my barrister.

"I would like to take this opportunity

"to declare my total and absolute innocence in the matter.

"Signed, Alphonse John Gangitano.

"14 February 1995."

Here's an updated photo for your files.

Now, you can't shed any light on the matter?

How can I? I'm an innocent man.

So you'd be prepared to participate in an identification parade?

You got a witness?

Who?

You better get your lawyer in here 'cause I'm charging you with murder.

Hi.

You got a booking? No. No, we're not eating.

Um, we're just looking for a friend of ours - Taylor Randall.

She didn't show up for work today.

Did she tell you what she was doing?

No. Did you try her mobile?

Of course we tried her mobile! What do you think we are? Stupid?

Hey, hey, come on.

Listen. We're just a little bit worried about her, OK?

I mean, she's not at home, she hasn't shown up for work.

Do you know if she said anything to any of the other girls?

I don't know.

What's your name? Tracey.

Tracey.

Tracey, you wanna do me a favour?

Hey, let's get the fuck out of here. Just give me a sec.

Would you mind asking them for me?

Please?

Hey. It's all your fault, Jase.

How is it my fault, huh?

I wasn't the nut case who emptied a clip into the bloke.

If those bitches testify, I go away for 10 years.

10 fucking years!

Come on, charges never stick to the Black Prince.

You're, um, teflon-coated.

What the fuck's teflon?

I thought you said they were going to get us a proper hotel.

I guess they thought this'd be safer. It's cheaper.

As soon as Alphonse Gangitano was charged with murder,

the sisters were moved into Witness Security.

Problem was, back in those days, we didn't do WITSEC too well.

What happens after the trial?

We get new identities, I suppose.

Is Mum allowed to know?

For how long?

Forever, I guess.

Shit.

Hey, look on the bright side.

At least you never have to go back to that sleazy bistro.

You can find yourself a proper job, right?

You know, maybe I like working in that sleazy bistro.

Did you ever think of that?

Anyway, who asked YOU for career advice?

I didn't mean for this to happen.

I'm doing it! I told you, you would.

I told you there was nothing to be scared of.

Look at that. You're as good as your sister now.

I'm doing it! I'm doing it! I know, I know!

Oh, there's Daddy's phone.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's me, yeah.

You heard about my problem?

Yeah, I need you to reach some witnesses.

Yeah, don't give me that.

Should be a cinch for a big dick detective like yourself.

Well, get off your arse, alright, and make a few calls.

It's five grand now and five grand when you deliver.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, don't fuck me.

What was that?

It was probably just the wind.

Did you remember to lock the door?

I'm trying to sleep.

Taylor, did you lock the door? Yes!

I locked the bloody door!

Not that it matters.

One good yank...

They should've given us bodyguards.

Maybe they did.

Maybe they paid them off.

I can't see anyone.

You wouldn't, till it's too late.

I am so fucking scared right now. Where's the number?

They said to only use it in an emergency.

This is a fucking emergency! I'm packing death!

Fuck!

This emergency number's a dud.

You know why?

'Cause they knew we'd try and bail.

Yeah.

Hey, there's got to be, like, a Melbourne bus, right?

Or a train? Nuh.

They'll kill us if we leave.

Alphonse is gonna kill us if we stay here.

I'll call Jase.

His best mate? Are you off your head? HE'LL kill us.

No, not if we promise to shut up.

It's the only way we're gonna get out of here, bub.

Any word from your, uh, bent detective mate?

Greedy prick takes the money,

then tells me there's no way

a regular cop can get access to protected witnesses.

Fuckin' dog.

Shit!

Where do you reckon they are?

Locked up in a hotel somewhere.

Here we go.

Mr Gangitano.

We have reason to believe

that you're carrying drugs about your person.

Stand up and empty your pockets, please.

Can't you see I'm in a meeting?

It wasn't a request, sir. Do it now or I'll do it for you.

Yeah.

Yeah, just calm down, calm down.

You see? Nothing there.

But you already knew that, didn't ya?

And do I get an apology?

Yeah, I'm sorry you're such an arsehole.

Oh, God, I'm sick of those tits.

Oh, jealousy's a curse, bub.

Na, na, na, na...

Who the hell are you?

Oh, it's just Carl. He's harmless.

Next time knock, you dirty perve.

Jason sent me.

Can we trust him?

What other choice have we got?

What if he takes us to Alphonse?

Put your hands up in the air.

What's going on, Carl? Do it.

First floor.

Last door at the end of the corridor.

Go on, piss off.

Jase! Thank Christ... Whoa, whoa.

How come you talked to the jacks, huh?

Why did you do that?

What are you, fuckin' stupid?

Jason. That's not helpful.

Make yourselves comfortable, please.

Now, you've both made statements to the police

pertaining to certain events

that took place in Wando Grove, St Kilda, back in February.

Yeah. The cops made us sign that shit.

They verballed us.

Tell me the story.

Where do you want to start?

What's he doing here?

Good to see you again, Taylor.

Al, please.

We don't require your presence.

Can we have a moment in private before you do this?

I'm not scared of you.

What's going on, Jason?

Talk to me, Ella.

Are you prepared to make a new statement?

Course she is. Tell him, bub.

Tell him.

Thank you.

But it's not good enough.

What do you mean?

I need you both to disappear.

What do you mean?

How would you both like an all-expenses-paid trip to Europe?

Hmm?

You and your sister?

What, like a holiday?

You'd be gone for a year. Minimum.

Out of reach of the jacks.

Who's footing the bill?

You?

It's an investment in my freedom, yeah?

One catch.

You have to be out of the country by tomorrow night.

Or else what?

Or else you'll disappear some other way.

Gonna be OK, bub.

You gotta be the luckiest chicks in the world.

Yeah, I guess.

Hey, Mr G. Welcome.

Hey.

How's the family? Good, Mr Wang. How are you?

I reserve best table.

Sit down, fellas.

Couple of bottles of Bollinger, straight up, hey?

Yes, indeed. Good man.

What are we celebrating? Nothing yet.

Plane doesn't leave for an hour.

Next.

Hi.

Off on holidays? Sort of, yeah - working holiday.

What's the problem?

Would you like to order drinks?

Thank you, mate. Cheers.

I don't believe this.

What is it?

You see the guy on this side in the grey suit?

Come with me, please.

Garry Butterworth.

If they hold us overnight, we're dead.

He's about to go down for an open-and-shut murder.

Happened on the night we met. Do you want to go somewhere else?

Put me on to Ella.

Detective Senior Sergeant Butterworth.

Tell him.

I'm really sorry. I can't do what you want.

I have to go away.

Ella, now, you're not under arrest, so I can't stop you from leaving.

But please, please reconsider.

I can understand you being frightened,

but if you don't testify, we will have no case

and we will have to drop the charges.

You've already seen him kill a man.

He doesn't care what he does to people.

Should he be walking the streets?

That's what you have to ask yourself.

Ella?

Ella?

Salute!

The Carlton Crew.

Hey. What are you looking at?

Nothing, mate.

No, no. What are you looking at?

I'm checking the menu.

You staring at my friends?

No. Yes, you fucking were.

Listen, buddy. I'm not looking for any trouble.

Trouble? Who said anything about trouble? Did I mention trouble?

What do you reckon, princess? Did I say anything about fucking trouble?

I think you've said enough, mate.

You might want to keep your fucking hands off me, matey.

Hey. What's up, mate?

This shithead is perving at us.

Well, there's no harm in looking, is there?

You guys alright?

Yeah. Yeah, sure. We're cool.

Come on, dickhead.

You OK?

Yep.

My fault. You're right - we should've gone somewhere else.

Those guys should be in jail. Yeah.

You're right. One day.

It's a gift from Mr Gangitano. He apologises for any offence.

You tell Mr Gangitano... thanks...

... but no, thanks.

That's why they were celebrating -

key witnesses have just jumped on a plane and pissed off.

Gone to London for good, we're told.

So, what, the case just collapses? Can't we extradite them or something?

No, 'cause they haven't committed a crime.

If they ever do come back, I'll be at the airport to meet them.

So who paid? Must've cost a bomb. 40 - what? - 50 grand.

Alphonse. Who do you reckon?

Well, you seem pretty relaxed about it - missing out on a major arrest.

Do I?

Any other leads?

What's a bloke like you still doing in uniform?

You're 100 short. It's been a bad month.

I said you're 100 short.

It's all I can afford, Alphonse. I swear, next month I'll do better.

How can I afford what I haven't got?

Ooh!

I'm very disappointed in you.

We got a problem.

Internal? External? Internal.

You worried about Alphonse?

He's a heat-seeking missile, mate. He attracts trouble, it attracts him.

He doesn't pull his head in, the jacks'll chop it off.

Then they'll come looking for the rest of us.

You want a coffee or something?

They do fresh juices here? You name it.

Beetroot, celery, carrot, ginger.

I'd stick with the coffee. Flat white.

Every man needs a holiday.

I don't want a holiday.

We're worried about you, mate. You've been under a lot of pressure.

Everyone needs a change.

Don't I pull my weight?

Take Ginny and the kids to New Zealand - three months on us.

Can I have a moment with the chef, please, Graham?

Too right. I'll go water the horse.

Me, I'd go while the going's good.

Who's Ella Randall?

First I got the Munster on my back

and now you're here breaking my balls.

Who is this person you wrote $30,000 cheques to?

Some bitch I had to pay off for an abortion.

How do I know? Just leave me alone about shit like that, will you?

You had everything and you pissed it all away!

I don't know who you are anymore. I don't even know what you are.

You know who I am. You know what I am!

You know what? And that's why you married me!

Get us a drink!

People called Alphonse Gangitano

the Black Prince of Lygon Street, and he loved the notoriety.

He'd beaten a murder rap.

But it had taken its toll emotionally and financially,

and he was desperate to keep the crown.

That looks like a wedding ring.

No. Me and the missus, we have an arrangement.

Why do I always meet guys like you?

You never met anyone like me.

Hey, Jase. Hey. Hey.

How are you? Good.

Oh, we're closing. Kitchen's shut.

Alphonse, you remember Tracey.

Does the moon remember the sun?

Does a tulip remember to flower in spring?

Charmed, Mistress Tracey.

Any chance of getting a glass of shiraz for a thirsty traveller?

Thanks, darling.

Feel like a bit of excitement tonight, mate?

There's a guy owes me 20 grand. Needs a bit of a touch-up.

Who?

You know the Sports Bar?

The boys don't want you making any more headlines.

You know that, don't you? I need a win, Jase.

20 grand - the pump gets primed, I'm back in the game.

Alright? Are you in or what, paesano?

What if he ain't there?

Fuck it, we'll trash the place.

You want me to come too? No, this is man's work, Carl.

Go and park up and wait for us. Yeah, alright.

Better off taking an early mark tonight, lads.

Fuck!

Let's go. Where's Alphonse?

Just drive, fat boy!

Come here, fuck ya!

Come on! Take me on, fuck ya!

Where are you going? Put it down, mate! Put it down.

Settle down! Settle down. Down!

Hey! Weapon down. Just drop it.

You want it? You want it? Don't do anything stupid, Alphonse.

Come on, mate. Just drop it, mate.

Huh? You know who I am? I'm the Prince, mate.

I'm the Prince. Just stop it, OK?

Good boy. Get the fuck off me!

Fucking liar!

Senior Detective Steve Owen.

Leave it out. Get off me!

Get...

I truly believe Alphonse Gangitano

went to that club intending to inflict as much damage as possible.

The debt was just an excuse.

Why, I don't know.

Maybe he was just trying to silence the devil voices in his head.

Just drop it, mate.

Know who I am? I'm the Prince, mate.

Drop it. You want it?

I'm the Prince. I'm the...

People called Alphonse Gangitano

the Black Prince of Lygon Street,

and he loved the notoriety.

He loved being referred to in the media

as a "Melbourne criminal identity",

and "Melbourne crime boss".

But the night he and his best mate, Jason Moran,

went berserk in a King Street bar

and sent 13 innocent people to hospital,

they crossed a line.

And we couldn't write it off as just another underworld dispute.

And Alphonse couldn't write it off

as just another case of collateral damage,

no matter how much he wanted to.

The reality shocked him and it was the beginning of the end...

... of everything.

Broken jaw. Half her dental work's missing.

Took 38 stitches to close up this bloke's face.

Actually, I think that was 48.

48?

48. We reckon she'll lose her eye.

Guess what she does for a living, Alphonse.

Photographer.

And what'd you do to this bloke?

Did you put him through a meat grinder?

I'd like to call my lawyer.

I'd like to see a doctor of my choice.

You'll get access to your solicitor later.

A doctor, you don't need. These people needed a doctor, Alphonse.

13 people from that club needed a doctor.

I'm making no comment.

We've got CCTV footage plus a bunch of witnesses.

Now, you do yourself a favour. Make a full statement.

So, who was the other guy with you, Alphonse?

The other bloke in the coat. That could be Jason Moran.

He's a known associate of Gangitano. And that's his walk.

You know how Jason Moran walks?

You know, shoulders over and...

Well, wait till he's face on, alright?

Should get it on the next camera.

Oh, Jesus!

Human error.

Either way, it's bloody useless. Now we've just got to rely on witnesses.

Do you feel like going and having a chat with Mr Moran?

Yeah, but he'd just deny it, wouldn't he?

So, why don't we get ourselves some proof first?

Yeah?

Virginia, hey! Hey, what are you doing?

We're going to my sister's. What are you doing? Hang on a sec.

Girls, come here. Get in the car.

Get out of my way, Alphonse. No, no, don't. Don't.

Come here. Leave 'em. Leave 'em!

Mummy and Daddy are gonna have a little talk, huh?

You go back inside. Yeah, Dad, whatever.

What, are you leaving without even a single word of explanation?

I can't do this anymore. Why not?!

Because it hurts too much.

Come on, you're overreacting. You're overreacting.

No, I'm doing what I should have done ages ago.

Get off me! You stink.

The coppers threw me in... in a drunk tank. Don't you see?

Everybody wants to be the one that took down Alphonse Gangitano.

Who do you think you are - Public Enemy Number One?

No.

I'm the man that loves you.

No. What else is important?

I knew you were different. I knew you were different.

I knew you weren't a regular guy, but you're not real anymore.

You're living in some movie inside your head.

You're not...

You're not allowed to leave me.

You're not allowed to leave me.

Who are you?

Carl Williams?

Detectives Kraus and Owen, City West Detectives.

This vehicle was seen in King Street early this morning,

around 2am, outside the Sports Bar.

Can you tell me what you were doing there, Carl?

Am I under arrest? What for?

It's a simple question, mate. What's the answer?

Picking up a mate.

Well, we know that was Jason Moran. That's not the issue.

See, what we don't know is where you dropped him afterwards.

His joint, Moonee Ponds. Why?

Jason's joint?

And so you took Jason and his mate Alphonse to the club earlier.

What time would that have been?

I don't know. 1:50.

Right. Only stayed there 5 to 10 minutes? That's a quick drink.

And how come you didn't go in?

I was the designated driver.

Right. Stone-cold sober, were ya? Yeah.

Well, you would have noticed that Jason was covered in blood

when he hopped back into the car.

Oh, shit. No, no, I didn't see nothing like that.

Must have been too dark.

Good thing she was due for a clean, eh?

And did he mention where Alphonse had got to?

Look, mate, I don't know nothin' about nothin'.

I'm just an honest citizen goin' about me business.

Mate, the only people who ever feel the need to say that are crooks.

Bald, hmm, nearly bald, and let me guess...

... bald.

I mean, this vehicle really is a disgrace.

I really have no choice but to slap a canary on it.

Owen. Is that what you said?

You're a sphincter, Owen.

That's a technical name for arsehole.

Mmm, that was good. Don't tell me that wasn't good.

You're good. You're so good.

Hey, what happened to your hand?

Ah, no, no, just...

... nah, just muckin' up.

Guess what.

I got you a new job.

I don't like you flashing your boobs at punters all night,

so I got you a nice job, got you a proper job in a florist shop.

You what? It's OK. It's alright.

It belongs to a guy I know called the Munster.

Graham Kinniburgh.

He's an ugly bastard, but he's a good guy. You'll like him.

Jason, who asked you to interfere?

Come on, darl. Look, I'm just... I'm just lookin' out for you, OK?

Oh, I suppose he's sort of like an uncle to me and Mark.

Uh, listen, um, if anyone asks, I was with you last night, OK?

Come here.

Come here, come here, come here.

Idiot!

Police! Get out of the car!

Get out of the car now. Open the door!

Open the door! On the other side!

Get out! Get out! Get down on the ground!

Jason!

Don't be a fool! Aargh!

Get him up!

Uh, well, we found nothing at the house.

What?

Jason must have dumped all the clothes he was wearing.

There's no trace of it.

What, not even that flash duffle coat?

Well, he's obviously pulled this kind of stunt before.

Where is he? Upstairs?

No, he had to go to hospital. He's not feeling very well.

Mistress Tracey.

I'm surprised you recognised me.

Yours is a face I would not forget.

So, uh, you were with Jason? How is he?

He's got a head injury.

They won't let me see him yet. Cops are in there.

I don't even know what this is about.

It's probably all my fault.

How can it be your fault?

Jason, uh... Jason got involved in a business dispute of mine.

And, uh... well, things got out of hand.

If it's serious, I'll never be able to forgive myself.

If you just follow me this way, Mrs Moran.

We just have a little bit of paperwork to fill out

just over at reception, if you don't mind.

That's Trish, Jason's wife.

Ah.

I wondered what she looked like.

I'll go.

Say hello to him for me.

Not "give him my love"?

Hey, listen, it was, um...

... it was nice seeing you again.

You know, I didn't like you at first, but you're a nice man.

OK, thank you.

Bless me, Father, for I have, um, sinned.

It's been a, uh...

... Iong time since my last confession.

Yeah, it's been a while, actually.

It's... been a long...

... a long while, actually.

How long?

Lester Ellis was a bantam weight.

What does that tell you?

A lot more than you know.

Sorry, Father, false alarm.

Tony Mokbel?

No kidding. That's my name too.

I'm Carl Williams. Mind if I sit down for a sec?

What can I do for you, Carl?

I just want to say how much I admire what you've done, Tony.

You want something or you're just generally arse-licking?

As far as I can figure out,

you supply about 50% of Melbourne's amphet market.

Yeah? Fair comment?

Mate, if you're working for the cops,

you're gonna be severely disappointed.

No, no, no. I work for the Morans, as a driver.

Call 'em. Check me out. So, what do you want?

You supply quality merchandise. Everybody says so.

I want to learn how to cook and press A-grade E's.

I thought maybe you could teach me how to do it.

Why don't you ask Mark? Ask Jason?

You're the only guy I respect.

What's in it for me, Carl?

Well, when I set up my operation, you get a piece.

Oh, a franchise?

Hey, we could set up a chain, huh? Mokbel's Party World.

Yeah, why not?

How do I know you're not just a lazy, greedy wannabe, Carl?

Try me.

I don't think so, Carl.

You're asking me to prove I'm not?

I'm not asking you anything. Piss off, Carl.

Why'd you dog on me, fat boy?

Oh, g'day, Jase. Good to see you up and about.

You told the jacks I was with Alphonse, huh? Why'd you do that?

Oh, Jase, them cops, they lied to me.

This D, Owen, he told me he already knew you was there.

And you fell for it, huh? You stupid fat fuckin' moron.

Next time use your fuckin' brain.

Oh, Carl...

Your bonus.

Merry Christmas.

Ta, Jase. You too.

Merry Christmas to you too, Alphonse!

OK, come on, now, bog in!

Trish has been up to her elbows in giblets all week.

You boys got enough turkey?

Yes, Mum. Thanks, Mum.

Now, Jase, should you be drinking?

I remember when Mark's father used to have concussion,

he could never drink.

Piss off, Mum!

Guys, do you want any more?

Do you want some?

She's worried about ya. You know who you've got to blame.

It's not Alphonse's fault.

He treats you like shit.

How long are you gonna swallow it?

You're going back inside because of Alphonse Gangitano, no-one else.

Well, what can I say? He's like a brother to me.

He's a tumour on your brain.

Stop it!

Stand back! Get out of the way!

What are you doing?

Guys!

Mark!

Leave his head alone. Hit him in the guts. He's crook!

Merry fuckin' Christmas! Stop him! Stop it!

Stop it! Cut it out!

What did you think you were doing, you bloody idiots?

They've got you on toast, even without the CCTV footage.

The case is only as good as their strongest witness, yeah?

It only takes one.

So what are you saying?

You want us to enter a plea?

If you fight it and the court finds against you,

which is a distinct possibility,

given the circumstances of your arrest,

the sentence, Alphonse, could be harsh.

Very.

On the other hand, plead guilty and we skip the trial.

No witnesses to tell their sob stories,

no juries to get emotionally involved.

No. No. What, are you kidding?

If I plead guilty, I'd get kicked out of the family.

Jase, Jase.

So, what do you think they'd give us?

12 months.

Against, what, two, three years?

Or more.

And you'd be saving on barrister's fees...

This is fucked.

Fat boy, let's go!

Jase. Ho, Jase, come here.

Maybe he's right, you know?

It makes sense. How are we gonna get to all these witnesses?

It only takes one of them to sink us.

Listen, listen, listen, you plead guilty, I go down too.

Did you think about that, huh? It may be for the best.

We do a year, paesan. So what? What are you, a fuckin' lulu, huh?

What the fuck is up your arse?

Hey...

Hey, Jase.

Jase!

Jase! Jase, Jase!

Another skull fracture? Uh-huh.

You? Why?

If he dies, it's my fault.

I'm not so sure.

I've got a feeling Jason's writing his own ticket.

Why do you say that?

What, you love him?

In a way. Do you?

Of course.

I just don't get it. Why am I attracted to men like him?

You believe in redemption, don't you?

Catholics, I mean.

Yeah, we do. Why? What are you - anything?

Baptist. Was.

I keep wondering if it's possible to change myself, my life.

How does it work?

What, redemption?

Confess your sins, you ask for forgiveness and you clean the slate.

That's it.

No matter what you've done?

Provided you repent. That's the catch.

Sounds too good to be true.

Fuck, I hope not.

I could do with a hug.

When I started, I couldn't stop.

And I started swinging that piece of wood around like it was...

... you know, like it was a... like it was a sword,

and I was in a war.

Yeah, I don't know. I just...

I wanted them to bleed.

I wanted to hurt them.

I wanted to leave a mark on them.

I wanted them to remember the night... they met me.

I dunno.

Does that make me a...

... does that make me a monster, Father, yeah?

And whose fault is it, you know?

Mine or God's?

When the time came for their committal hearing,

Jason was still unsure which way Alphonse would jump.

Would he plead guilty or not guilty?

Why don't you let us sort it out?

They put a dozen people in hospital, Graham.

Yes, I think it's the Empire's turn to strike back this time, Graham.

Don't say I didn't offer.

Nicola. Good to see you.

All greased up and ready to go.

You realise it's not gonna be easy giving evidence?

Look, you'll be fine.

The magistrate just needs to hear your story in your own words, OK?

So how many other witnesses have shown up?

Hello?

Oh, yeah, no, it's OK. Um...

Oh, well, look, I'll just have to check the timetable.

Hang on, I'll go to my office.

Shh!

This had better be good, sunshine.

It's a gift, Tony. It's for you. A tribute.

Hello, gorgeous. Come here. Come on!

A dog? Who said I wanted a dog?

Not just any dog. This is Jason's dog.

You pinched Jason Moran's dog for me?

Mate, he loves this bloody animal more than he loves his bloody kids.

Is that right? So what's his name? Moet.

What if I don't like dogs, Carl?

We'll put him down. Just say the word.

That's your big plan to impress me?

Plan B, actually.

That's only if you don't really like him.

I think you'd better come and tell me plan A.

Despite the best advice from his closest allies,

Alphonse did plead guilty that day

and he effectively severed the bond with the closest of them all -

Jason Moran, his brother in arms.

So what happens now?

Well, Alphonse goes straight to a sentencing hearing.

Jason's committal resumes Monday.

So I come back then?

We are gonna have to slug it out after all, unfortunately.

I wouldn't mind slugging him. Ugly little rodent.

Yeah, I know.

You have a good weekend. Yeah.

Without CCTV footage, without physical evidence,

the entire Crown case depended on witnesses.

And one by one, they were persuaded not to testify.

You have a nice day, Nicola.

I need my bloody head read.

What sort of a dimbo gets involved with two married gangsters?

Hey, hey - one gangster, one ex-gangster.

You're serious?

Yeah. Yeah, I don't want to finish up in some shoot-out, you know?

I want to see my daughters growing up.

What are you gonna do for a crust?

Tommy! What are you doing home?

Anna had to score a deal.

Anna's his sitter. Ex-sitter.

Sweetheart, this is Al. He's a friend of mine.

Let's go see what's in the cookie tin, hey?

Fuck. Fuck.

Hello?

Hey, Mark.

What's up?

Isn't this Tracey Seymour's place?

Yeah.

Hi, Mark.

Oh, God, is it Jason?

No, he's fine.

You wanna come in?

No.

I just came to tell you

that he's trying to get his life back together -

Jason, we're talking about - and there's no room for you.

But it looks like you've already moved on, doesn't it?

You gotta try the veal.

Hey? You're always recommending the veal.

That's because the veal is excellent.

Yeah, thanks, but I'm a little dyspeptic.

Oh, Jude reckons I should avoid cream-based sauces,

so I'll have the Caprese salad and a beer.

"Your Worship, my heart is full of remorse."

The guy's a bloody actor!

Hey, Mario, what's the name of that play?

'Amleto'.

Hamlet! Prince of Denmark. Yeah, Hamlet.

Oi.

What?

Alphonse is slipping your girlfriend the length.

Tracey? Bullshit. She can't get enough of me.

Well, she can't get enough of the Mediterranean either.

How long have I been warning you about this prick, hey?

Once bitten, twice shy.

How many times you been bitten now, brother?

Mark Moran called.

He says you're sleeping with a lingerie waitress.

True or false?

Fuck off!

"If you want your dog back in one piece, it will cost you $10,000.

"Wait by the phone for instructions. Do not tell Jase."

It was stuffed in the letterbox.

Neighbourhood kids, going by the crap spelling and punctuation.

10 grand's a shitload for a dog. They must be serious.

What do I do, Cliff? Carl.

Um, you gotta tell Jase.

Oh, no.

He'll hunt the little bastards down and rip their hearts out.

Well, um, maybe call the cops. He'll rip MY heart out.

You want me to have a sniff around, maybe see if I can track 'em down?

Would you? Oh, yeah, yeah.

Well, you gotta pay 'em something.

How much you got stashed around in the house?

Oh, yeah, this'll do.

Yeah. Um, alright, I'll give you a call.

$6,300 in change.

That's your plan A?

I take the dog back, you buy yourself a few new suits.

I don't buy my suits, Carl.

Only one problem with that, Carl. What's that, Tony?

I think he likes me. What if I don't wanna give him back?

Ah-ha!

What's he doing, eh? What's he doing?

Holy shit! Hey? Hey?

Come here. There you go.

Hello, puppy.

Stir that through. The fragrance is good.

What the fuck do you want?

What's this, mate?

Some Indian shit. I don't know... cauliflower something.

Hey, mate, uh, listen... What? What?

I'm sorry about Tracey, eh?

It just happened. Wasn't a planned thing.

It was just... it was 100% pure accident.

Doesn't matter.

She's a... bloody moll anyway.

Probably too good for both of us.

What the fuck's the matter with you, Alphonse?

I went to church.

You what?

I had a chat with the priest, you know?

He helped me see what a fuck-up I've made of my life, you know?

I can't afford to fuck up anymore.

It's nothing personal.

Get your hands off my dog.

Hey, I, uh... I saw the girl.

It's over, OK? It's all over.

I think I prefer it when you lie.

Everything's gonna be good, OK?

I'm gonna go pick up the girls from Gail's.

There's a casserole in the oven.

Is there enough for two? 'Cause Graham said he's coming over.

Yeah.

I'm glad you're here.

Everything's gonna be OK, I promise.

You did good... cutting him loose.

I didn't. He cut me.

Prick.

Everything this family's done for him.

Takes your girl and treats you like shit.

Want a freshie?

Once bitten.

Al!

Hey, you shouldn't have dressed!

Graham. Come in, mate.

You hungry? Yeah.

Thanks for the invite, mate. What's on your mind?

Where's Uncle Jase? He went out to drive his car.

Shit.

What do you think of me pleading, eh? Turning over a new leaf?

You could have knocked me down with a feather.

I just don't want the girls growing up

thinking their old man was some sort of cheap hood, you know?

Don't worry. We'll look after Ginny when you're in the boob.

I appreciate it,

but that's not the way I plan on financing my future life.

Which is where you come in, Graham -

Australia's greatest ever safe-breaker.

King of the legendary Magnetic Drill Gang.

Answer your phone, Jason! Turn it on! Shit!

How long you been thinking about this?

A couple of hours. What do you think?

What do you need me for?

What if the old man doesn't wanna give up the combination to the safe?

Hey, Jase. What are you doin' here?

Jason, put the bloody gun down!

Jesus!

So long, old mate.

God bless.

Nope.

What about this guy?

What about him? Yes, that's him. Definitely.

That's good.

And this bloke? No, I don't think so.

Are you sure?

No, the guy I saw had tats.

Thanks.

I'm still waiting for some bastard to tell me what happened.

I wanna know WHY it happened.

He was a threat to every one of us. It was bound to happen...

Somebody killed a friend of mine!

I wanna know why.

I take this as a personal fuckin' insult. Got it?

He was a loose cannon. We gave him repeated warnings.

You warned him, Mario, but he couldn't help himself.

He just had to prove what a big gangster he was.

I mean, that was what the guilty plea was all about.

None of this answers my question.

Who cares what happened? It's not gonna bring him back.

Munster, you got nothing to say?

Well, he was my mate too, Mario.

He just... had a death wish.

May he rest in peace.

Anyway, bottom line is the witnesses' evidence is fairly useless.

So, therefore, Jason's gonna get away with murder?

Explain to me why you are going to Gangitano's funeral.

Because anyone who's anyone will be there.

It's an intelligence bonanza.

Well, enjoy yourself.

I'm gonna have a shower and go home.

Well, I thought you'd maybe stay.

Even... permanently.

The reason being?

Well, there's lots of reasons.

Who did it?

Internal affairs, Tony.

Rumour has it Mark was on the premises.

You don't expect me to respond to rumours, do you?

Condolences.

My heart is full of sorrow.

The Prince is dead.

Long live the Prince.

The Moran boys thought the world was theirs for the taking.

But they'd overlooked a home-grown threat

with the potential to bring law and order in this town to its knees.

And Carl Williams had just learned

that it was possible to get away with murder.