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Dickhead alert.

Permission to come aboard?

Oh, mate, your
ears must be burning.

Oh, yeah?

We were just talking
about how Decker takes

care of all your problems.

Rooster.

If there's anyone who can
put me away for a long time,

it's you, mate.

Just remember, it was your car.

You were the last one
seen with Falconer alive.

We did it.

Did what?

Killed Falconer.

Me and Muzz.

Decker was one of
the kidnappers.

We also have a sufficiency
of evidence hearing scheduled.

We might have enough to
arrest Anthony, Andrew,

and Decker on conspiracy.

Fine.

Service the Falconer
brief from gangs,

but let's have
those arrests, eh?

Dokic's evidence
corroborates O'Rourke's,

but it's all circumstantial.

You need to ID this Decker,
then you can make arrests.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

Have a great day.

You too.

Oh, hon?

Don't forget that the reception
place needs that deposit today.

I'm onto it.

I love you.

You too.

Decker-- cold-blooded killer,

gun for hire, and
casual phys ed teacher.

Anthony Perish's go-to
man was preoccupied

delivering his girlfriend
a fairy tale wedding.

And fairy tales
don't come cheap.

This is a stickup.

Open the till.

Give me all your money.

Move!

Pick it up!

That's all there is.

Bullshit!

It's early.

Please

He had no idea

he had recently
become Gary Jubelin's

number one person of interest.

G'day, mate.

Good day?

Yeah.

Had the kids eating out
of the palm of my hand.

They're so lucky to
have a teacher like you--

so dedicated.

What's this?

Isn't it gorgeous?

What am I looking at?

Everything.

The flowers, real butterflies.

Isn't it beautiful?

It looks like a
dream come true, babe.

Nothing's too good for my girl.

Gang squad, Detective
Sergeant Browne.

The Terry
Falconer murder investigation

was again pushed
to the backburner,

while Tim Browne and Gary
Jubelin attended other matters.

Gary had picked up
the threads of an old

unsolved homicide he had first
investigated back in the '90s--

the murder of three
indigenous kids in Bowraville.

In typical fashion, he
refused to give up on it.

Because should these
matters have been solved?

Yes, they should have.

And could they have been solved?

Yes, they could have.

We all know who done it.

All right, OK,
but listen, listen.

Unfortunately,
knowing and having

the proof to get
a conviction can

be two very different things.

But believe me, I do understand
your pain and your anger,

all right?

I am a father, as
well as a policeman.

And I made you a promise
before, and I gave you my word,

and I have no intention
of backing away from that.

I will not let this matter
rest until justice is done.

Nice speech.

So what happens now?

You just get in your car and
drive off into the sunset?

That wasn't the plan, no.

Do you really
believe a black life's

worth as much as a white one?

Yes, I do.

I'm not going to let this go.

All right, Tracy Shepherd.

Gary Jubelin.

You a local girl?

No, mate.

I'm just a blow-in like you.

I come from the Territory.

You're a long way from home.

I go where I'm needed.

And so what do you do here?

Just work with the community.

Can I buy you a coffee, Gary?

I don't drink coffee.

You can twist my arm
with a green tea though.

Really?

Gary
Jubelin and Tracy Shepherd

stayed up all that first night,
talking, arguing, solving

the problems of the world.

Within weeks, they were in
a committed relationship.

Anthony "Rooster" Perish's
paranoia had eased.

Months had passed without
evidence of police activity,

and he'd resumed full-scale
drug manufacturing.

One 44-gallon drum of
precursor chemicals

could produce 200,000
ecstasy tablets with a street

value of $8 million.

Life, once again, was sweet,
and Anthony John Michael

Perish was rolling in it.

Younger brother Andrew,
however, was still

out in the cold for
his sin of bringing

the dog, Frank O'Rourke, into
the company's inner sanctum.

For Undies, life wasn't
exactly a box of chocolates.

Hey, do you want to head
up the pub when you're done?

I could really go a beer.

Yeah, I'd like that.

What are you doing?

I need $60 for some
new sports shoes.

I just bought
her new trainers.

Yeah, I know.

They dangling from the
powerlines in Johnson Street.

What?

Some bloody little snot
chucked them up there.

You're weak as piss.

Why don't you do
something about it?

Andy!

Dad didn't mean
that, did you, dad?

Just take the money.

It's been tough.

Well, then maybe
you should ask--

I'm not asking Rooster
for anything, all right?

It's just not gonna happen.

I've got a plan though.

Got money coming in.

I'm gonna be all right.

I'm gonna support this family.

Trust me.

Once again,

Gary Jubelin's efforts to
close the Bowraville murders

hit a brick wall.

He had no choice but
to return to Sydney.

He would never give
up on Bowraville,

but for now, the case
remained an open wound.

Gary Jubelin.

[ON
PHONE] Hey, it's me.

Look, we've had a nibble
for the reward on Falconer.

It sounds like it
might have legs.

I'm just getting home.

You want me to handle it solo?

No, no, I'll come in.

There was
a $100,000 reward on the heads

of Terry Falconer's murderers.

Perhaps, Gary and Tim
were about to get lucky.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

No, that's fine.

I won't be long, OK?

I promise.

Gives me a chance to look
through your personal stuff.

See ya.

Bye.

William Albert Strong?

Detectives Browne and Jubelin.

Come in, quick.

Got the money?

That's not how
it works, William.

100 grand, right?

That's right.

Paid for by the government
when we get a conviction.

Oh, Jesus.

So you wanna tell
us what you know?

I work security--

pubs, clubs.

Some of the guys
there like to brag.

You know, my dick's
bigger than yours.

Now, I go out with some of
the guys, Skits and Vito,

and this one bloke, Simmo.

You got the muscle, but I am
the superior fighting machine.

Is that right?

Yeah, I've got the brains.

I've got the skill set.

I can fuckin' kill
a man with a pencil.

I reckon you're
full of shit, mate.

Ask Terry Falconer that.

Yeah, right.

We snatched him
in broad daylight.

I'm trying!

Ah!

My brothers in arms here
were the extraction team.

Ah, for fuck's
sake, Decker, you

want the whole world to know.

He called him Decker?

Skits, Craig Bottin did, yeah.

But you just called him Simmo.

Decker, Simmo,
it's the same guy.

Names are names.

No, they're not.

Now, do you know the real
name of this Decker character?

Just give us a sec, um--

Simmo-- Simms--

Simmons.

Simmons.

Yeah, that's him--

Simms.

You're sure?

'Cause you don't sound sure.

No, no, no, no, no, not Simms.

Uh, shit.

Um, Simpson.

Simpson, yeah.

Simpson.

I'm sure.

And what's his first name?

Bob.

Barry.

Bart.

I can't remember.

Brett?

Brett.

That's the name
on the land title

of Perish's Mudgee property.

We ran it, got nothing,
thought it was just an alias.

Crazy motherfucker.

Reckons they took Falconer
up to a shed up north.

Now, I believed him.

Reckons he also put a
cap in that bro at JB's.

That was me too, tiny cock.

So shove that up
your big black arse.

So there you go--

Falconer, JB's hit.

No bad, eh?

Thanks, Will.

This is it.

We get Brett Simpson,
we've got Decker.

Decker can give us Perish.

This is it, Gaz.

You know, by
memory, there's DNA

on file from the JB's shooting.

They found a glove.

Yeah, you're right.

With no match on the database.

We need to find this
Simpson, get a DNA sample

without tipping our hand.

Thought you'd given
up them cancer sticks.

Rooster.

Look, I'm sorry, mate.

I should have sent
you an invite.

Yeah.

Figured me invite must
have got lost in the mail.

Yeah, must have.

Oh, look, great to see you.

Thanks very much for coming.

Mate, wouldn't have
missed it for quids.

Shit.

Here's the lady now.

Show time.

Nice day for it, but.

Yeah.

Good luck, eh?

Oi.

Got another job for you
soon, so don't go away.

Getting the DNA sample was

an all-too-rare
stroke of good luck,

or so it seemed at the time.

Yeah?

We now know who Anthony
Perish's attack dog is.

Decker is Brett Simpson.

Go on.

And we've got
reliable information

linking him to Terry Falconer's
abduction and murder.

From another one of
your top-shelf informants?

Yes.

Who any decent,
law-abiding juror is

going to look at and
think, what, serial killer,

thug, gangbanger?

They're going to
look at him, Howard,

and they're going to
listen, hear his testimony,

and know that Anthony Perish
and Decker committed the most

heinous of crimes,
the type of crimes

that deserve the kind of justice
a guilty verdict can deliver.

Do we have a signed statement?

Not yet.

Our source wants relocation
for himself and his family.

Course he does.

And we're waiting for
a positive DNA match

linking Decker to JB's shooting.

Which was also at
the behest of Perish?

Very likely, yes.

What do you want, Gary?

You know what I want, Howard.

I want Strike Force Tuno
back up and running.

And I want enough manpower
so my sergeant doesn't have

to go out on the weekend
with his own fucking camera

and do surveillance.

And I want to catch
these pricks, Howard,

and hold them accountable
for what they've done.

I understand your
frustration, but the reality is

right now, the cupboard's bare.

Got anything else?

They killed a guy, they
chopped him into pieces,

and then dumped him
in the fucking river.

You'd think it'd be a priority
to get them off the streets.

So go over their heads.

Go higher up.

And if it was my superior
stopping me from doing my job--

Well, that's not how things
are done in the cops, Trace.

Why not?

Because you piss the wrong
people off in there and you

get nowhere.

OK.

What about a jump to the left?

You know, your mates at the
federal organized crime thingy.

Oh, the Crime
Authority, really?

Well, why not?

You have a relationship.

Yeah, based on mutual
distrust and loathing.

Forget it.

So what?

You told me that all they
care about is the money--

the proceeds from crime.

They're not cops, Gaz.

They're bureaucrats, and
Perish is made of millions.

So suck it up.

Be nice.

What have you got to lose, huh?

What?

What?

Right, give it here.

Give what here?

You're gonna do us both
a favor right now, Gary.

Call them.

Do it right now.

Really?
Just like that?

Enough!

Call it!

Go and call them.

OK, I will then.

Good.

All right, now,
Brett Simpson AKA

Decker, he's our best chance
of getting to Anthony Perish.

And we get Perish for
murder, you get his assets.

And given the quantities
of meth he's been moving,

we're talking millions.

What do you think?

It's just hearsay so far.

Well, Anthony Perish
went to Decker's wedding.

That's not hearsay.

Well, you got
any audio on this?

Do we know what
they're discussing?

No.

So it could be the footy,
the weather, anything.

We don't have your resources.

That's why I'm here.

I tell you what, Gary, if
this DNA comes back positive

and we've got some
real evidence,

you'll have our backing.

Strike Force Tuno might not
be a dead duck after all.

Thought you said you
could cook this shit.

I can.

Well, where's the whizz?

Andy, are you in there?

Andy?

Just-- one sec, one sec.

Yeah, unlock the door.

I've gotta talk to you.

What?

My fucking credit card
keeps getting declined.

Well, I told
you to scale back.

And I told you, Andy,
to go and ask Rooster.

I'm not asking Rooster.

Then I will.

No, you won't.

He scares the shit out of you.

Now, piss off and let me work.

What are you doing
in there anyway?

It fucking stinks.

I'm cooking fertilizer.

Yeah, like that's gonna
make us a small fortune.

I'm doing the best
that I can, all right?

Now, why don't you
stand on a street corner

and flog your
skanky twat and see

how much money you bring home.

You dickhead!

What are you smiling at?

Nothing.

Get back to work or
I'll have your balls.

Fuck!

Shit!

Fuck!

You fuck up again
and I'll kill you.

What?

I've got the lab results
back on the DNA test

from Decker's cigarette.

And?

It's a negative.

It's not a match for
the DNA on the glove

from the JB's shooting.

Well, how can
it not be a match?

You sure it was his cigarette?

Yes, I saw him drop it on
the ground and stub it out.

It was his cigarette.

Then how?

I don't know.

Maybe Little Willy's just
blowing smoke up our ass

or Decker's bullshitting him.

Fuck!

There is one other option.

Lab says given the sample
size and the timeframe,

there's the slight possibility
of a false negative.

Meaning what?

Could order another
test from another lab.

And what's the
downside of that?

It's a long shot,
it'll take more time,

and cost over a grand.

And we end up with the
same result. Cupboard's bare,

Brownie.

So?

So get the test.

You've already ordered
the test, haven't you?

Yep.

Hey, I've got the
kids this weekend.

Mm?

You up for that?

I'd love to meet your kids.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, I'll organize
something fun then.

All right.

I've got some white
boxes in their room.

I'll move them tomorrow.

You won't have to lift a finger.

Oh, I love it when
you talk all domestic.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Come here.

Oh, no.

Let it ring.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What?

I don't know where it is.

What?

Trace, Trace,
Trace, Trace, Trace.

Hello?

Hello.

Shh, Trace, Trace.

Yeah.

All right.

All right.

I've gotta go in.

Go.

I thought you'd
want to hear this.

Picked it up on a telephone
intercept about an hour ago.

The first voice is Decker.

OK, so we're involved.

[ON
RECORDING] Hey, prick,

I'm on my fucking honeymoon.

[ON RECORDING] You away?

Who's that?

Mobile's registered
to a Mr. Donald Duck.

The call came from Surry Hills.

No, dickhead,

but the kid's at her mum's.

This could be my last fuckfest
before my bitch drops.

Add romantic to his CV.

[ON RECORDING] Oh,
mate, this one's way

too good to pass up.

What do you reckon?

It could be anything.

And given Decker's form,
my money would be on a hit.

Yeah, we think so too.

OK, meet you

at the Parkway, under the
Frog, tomorrow at 1:00.

OK, so at the moment,
we're thinking somewhere

on the Wakehurst
Parkway, and the frog

being rhyming slang
for the road, as

in "frog and toad,"
so maybe a bridge

or somewhere with access.

We've got a team out
there at the moment

looking for possible locations.

I know it's a bit of a
stretch, but have you

got any better ideas?

Do you want to share?

No.

I drive past this way every day,
and so would Decker on his way

to town.

So sometimes,
a frog is just a frog.

Hopefully, Brownie.

If I'm wrong, FOCA have got a
dozen teams between Balgowlah

and Narrabeen Lakes.

Oh, for those
sort of resources.

Here we go.

Which they won't need
'cause that's Decker.

I don't
recognize the gorilla.

That's Vito Russo.

That's the target.

Oh, well, you're dead, fucker.

I believe you'll be
needing a bit of that.

Is that right?

There's the down payment.

Well, what do we do?

Stay on Decker.

Believing a contract hit

could happen at any
time, Gary and Tim

had no choice but to cancel
the rest of their day

and continue close
surveillance on Decker.

Hey, you travelling?

No, not yet.

I thought I'd make pasta.

Oh, yeah, pasta's great.

Look, I've still got
a couple of boxes

I need to move from the spare.

I'll look after them, and
I'll make the kids' beds too.

Sorry, I'm just a little
caught up here at the moment.

The kids are going to be
riding their bikes over,

so they'll be there about 6:00.

That's all right.

You just do what you need to
do and get here when you can.

OK, thanks, Trace.

Trace is gonna meet the kids.

We need to get a surveillance
team here to take over.

What's in the bag?

Who's the driver?

Don't know.

Gaz, what do you wanna do?

Go, go, go.

This is Detective
Inspector Gary Jubelin.

I need you to run a
rego check for me.

It's alpha, alpha,
zulu, one, one, alpha.

You sure about that?

Righto, thanks.

It's registered to a Mr. Smith
from Smith Street, Smithfield.

Zero points for imagination.

Decker
and his mysterious companion

were headed north.

How far north was
anyone's guess.

So the hit is on?

Yeah, we think so.

Then pull him over.

We'll get him off
firearms and conspiracy.

What, then lose our best
chance at getting to Perish?

I'm sending backup.

What's your present position?

Uh, hello?

Uh, Howard?

Howard, you're cutting up.
- Jubelin.

Mate, there's a
bad reception here.

I can't hear you.
Howard.

Firearms offenses, my arse.

Bad look though if
someone ends up dead,

especially if it's one of us.

Keep it together, Brownie.

Bottle of wine
and some ice cream.

What?

If you're stopping
at the shops.

Uh, I'm afraid not, sweetie.

I think I'm gonna be a
little later than I expected.

How much later?

Well, you might have
to eat on your own.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just in the
middle of something.

I'll keep you posted.

All right, be careful.

Always.

Where is this bastard going?

Hi.

I'm Tracy.

Your dad's running a little
bit late, but come in.

I've got my run

and I've got my tequila.

I've got somewhere to be.

I've got my rum and
I've got my tequila.

I've got somewhere to be.

Shiny black glasses
and those FBI shoes.

Make me an offer.

I've got nothing to lose.

Shiny black glasses
and those FBI shoes.

Make me an offer.

I've got nothing to lose.

Double-breasted pockets
and an axe in the shed.

A pair of Asian twins
sleeping in my bed.

Double-breasted pockets
and an axe in the shed.

A pair of Asian twins
sleeping in my bed.

What did we miss?

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah.

The wheel of fortune's

turning out tricks.

The chicken's laying eggs,
but there ain't no chicks.

The wheel of fortune's
turning out tricks.

The chicken's laying eggs,
but there ain't no chicks.

I've got my run and
I've got my tequila.

I've got somewhere to be.

There we go.

My special spag bol.

I don't eat dead animals.

What?

I'm vegetarian.

Oh.

OK.

Just give me a minute.

Scrambled eggs.

Don't eat eggs either.

Right, you didn't
think to mention

that before I cooked them?

Cheese on toast.
- No.

Tuna.

Fish have feelings too.

Don't worry about her.

She's always a pain in the bum.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Well, I'm not.

No, no, no, it's OK.

We'll find something you like.

Hey.

Hey, how's it going?

Oh, good.

We're just watching telly
and eating chocolates.

Happiness is.

Look, at this rate, I'm not
gonna be home until morning,

but I promise I'll make it
up to everyone tomorrow.

Gaz, don't worry about it.

We're fine.

Guys, say goodnight to your dad.

Night, dad.

Night, dad.

Night, dad.

Goodnight, I love you.

I love you too, mate.

Decker
and the mystery driver

stopped at four more pubs as
they continued their journey

up the coast, each
one a potential hit,

each one frustratingly
uneventful.

You
all right, Browne?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm all right.

Want me
to drive for awhile?

No, no, I'm good.

This Decker's mate, Mr.
Smith from Smithfield,

maybe he's the key to all this.

Why don't we pull
him over and ask him?

We could do that.

Ballina Police.

Sergeant Manelli.

Sergeant Manelli, this
is Detective Inspector

Gary Jubelin from gang squad.

I need you to do a
stop and search for me.

Yeah, I suppose we
could help you boys out.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Look, Sergeant Manelli,
another thing--

it might be a good idea
to wear Kevlar vests.

You're not joking, are you?

I'm afraid not, no.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You've been stopped
for the purpose

of a roadside breathalyzer test.

License please, driver.

License, please.

Blow into the machine, please.

All right, you're done.

Just under the limit, sir.

Have a safe trip.

How did you go?

Queensland licence holder.

One Nicholas Green.

And do you know him?

Green's an alias.

His real name's some
unpronounceable Ruski

Sonofabitchivic or something.

He's a nasty, evil
little fucker.

Russian mafia, according
to Brisbane City CIB.

All right.

Thanks, Sergeant Manelli.

Russian mafia, Brownie.

State border dead ahead.

Should let the banana
benders know we're here.

Professional courtesy.

Yeah.

We'll just tell them we're
following an armed hit

man and his Russian mafia mate.

Maybe if we phrase
it a bit differently.

Let's just keep
it simple, Brownie.

Gaz--

Looks like they're gonna knock
someone, we'll make a move.

It's my call, Brownie.

Reaching
the Gold Coast, Decker and Mr.

green hit the clubs and,
fueled by alcohol and Bolivian

marching powder, partied
all through the night.

Daddy will be home soon.

You be a good boy for mum.

Ugh.

Next time they
stop for juice, we

should pick up some deodorant.

Mm.

You stink, Brownie.

Someone snoring lat
night, or was it the dog?

Hey, where are you?

Surfers paradise.

So you won't be joining
us for breakfast then.

Trace, look, I'm sorry.

Tracy?

It's OK.

I know you'd be
here if you could.

[ON
PHONE] I would.

You know I would.

Look, I'll call back
when the kids are up.

I just wanted to check in.

No, they're up.

They're up?

Well, how'd you manage that?

You know, ice cubes on
the soles of their feet.

Look, I'll just get 'em for you.

It's your dad.

He wants to talk There you go.

After another day

visiting pubs and
brothels, Decker

and Green arrived in Brisbane.

They freshened up, hooked
up with a couple of hookers,

and hit the town.

We
better eat too, Browne.

What do you want?

What they're having?

Burger with the lot,
chips and a Coke.

Seriously?

Well, it's got
all the food groups.

Call me if they make a move.

Yep.

Fuck.

Gary Jubelin.

Tell me you're
on your way back

with two offenders in custody.

Well, if I did that, Howard,
it wouldn't be entirely true.

Which bit wouldn't be true?

Pretty much all of it.

Where are you?

We're in Brisbane.

Brisbane?

The good news is no
one's been killed--

us, them, or persons unknown.

You've crossed
state jurisdiction.

You have informed the locals?

We'll do that when
and if it's required.

[ON PHONE] Gary,
this has the potential

to blow up in your face, which
I'm prepared to live with,

but it also has the potential
to blow up in my face, which

I am not prepared to live with.

I'm just doing my job, Howard.

Bullshit.

Your job requires you--

My job requires me
to find the bad guys

and put them away, not give
them a slap on the wrist

for fucking firearm offenses.

I want you back on
home turf now, tonight.

Understood?

You listen to me, Howard.

There's no place I'd rather be
than at home with my family.

So what are you
ordering us to do?

Are you ordering us to
stop this operation,

knowing that if we do, someone's
probably gonna get murdered?

I will inform the
locals of your presence

and apologize for
the lack of courtesy.

Thank you very much, Howard.

Don't think this is the
end of the matter, Gary.

It is not.

Fuck me.

So what happened?

They ordered dessert.

Here you are.

Oh, thanks.

I'm starving.

Sorry, Gaz, what is this?

Sushi and a water.

I ordered a burger,
chips, and a Coke.

Yeah, well, I couldn't
find one, could I?

Are you kidding?

The Strip is crawling
with greasy spoons.

Well, if that's what
you wanted, Brownie,

go get it yourself.

I don't do raw fish.

Hurry up and eat, you sook.

I do understand your
pain and your anger.

Do you really
believe a black life is

worth as much as a white one?

Yes, I do.

Need to use the bathroom?

No, I'm good.

Anthony Perish

had to be behind
Decker's mission,

Gary was certain of it.

Perish was somehow
calling the shots,

but what exactly
was the mission?

Hello?

Camille, it's Gary Jubelin.

Boss.

I'm sorry to call you so late.

No, no, that's OK.

I was just-- that's OK.

Look, I know tomorrow's
Sunday, Camille,

and I know you're no
longer part of Tuno, um--

What do you want me to do?

The next
day was more of the same--

more clubs, more pubs,
and more brothels

in and around Brisbane.

Here we go.

Why don't we end all this--

just-- shoot 'em?

Yeah.

I'll ring Howard and tell
him what we're doing.

It was an accident.

Then
late on Sunday afternoon,

things finally came to a head.

Camille.

I ran those
searches you wanted.

Licensees are all
clean and legitimate.

The actual owners of the
hotels could be another story.

What's that mean?

Well, they're all owned

by different shelf companies.

Each has only one
or two directors.

Some of them look suss.

Holy shit.

It's Perish.

He's handing him the bag.

It's a bag drop.

Fuck.

Sorry, sir?

Thanks, Camille.

Good job.

All right, glad to help--

I think.

Oh, and, uh, wish Brownie
a happy birthday for me.

And when's that?

Today.

All right, thanks.

I owe you one.

So?

So Perish owns a share
of all those properties

under different aliases.

He takes a regular
cut of profits.

And that's it?

That's all there is?

That's all there is.

It's not much of a
birthday present, is it?

No, it's not.

Well, happy birthday, Brownie.

Let's go home.

I don't know where
your dad's got to,

but you guys ride home safe, OK?

We will.

Ah, speak of the devil.

Sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry, sorry.

Missed you, daddy.

Missed you too, sweetie.

Did you catch
the bad guys, dad?

No, not yet, mate.

You will.

Yeah, we will.

Get you guys home, eh?

Your mum will be shouting at me.

No, she won't.

I promise I'll make it up
to both of you next time, OK?

It was OK, dad.

We had-- we had an OK time.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah?

All right, jump on your bikes.

See ya.

See ya.

Watch the road, mate.

They're great kids.

They are great kids.

You look dog tired.

I'm rooted.

Hey, I had a look
at your casework

for the Bowraville killings.

Hope you don't mind.

No, it's not classified.

You know, I know
what happened,

but I never actually saw.

I don't know you do your job.

But I am so glad you're
out there doing it.

After the
disappointments of the weekend,

Gary Jubelin finally
got some good news.

Decker's second DNA test
came back a positive match

to evidence on file from the
JB's Bar and Grill shooting.

It was all the encouragement
Police Command needed.

Welcome to Strike
Force Tuno 2.

Our primary aim
remains the same--

that's for the arrest and
the conviction for those

responsible for the
murder of Terry Falconer.

And as always, things
aren't that straightforward.

We're still reasonably
confident that Decker's

been hired for a hit using these
two dickheads here, who we've

identified as Vito Russo
and Michael Christiansen,

as intermediaries.

Now, preventing this
hit is currently

our number-one priority.

On the last two mornings,
Russo and Christiansen have

hooked up outside this gym.

Steroid World.

Now, they could be talking
about the weather or football,

but I doubt it.

So hopefully, tomorrow,
they'll meet up again

and we'll find out.

We've got warrants to put
bugs in that car park.

What about TIs?

These guys are changing their
phones too often, all right?

We've done tower dumps.

Camille's into that, but I
wouldn't hold your breath.

For the moment, we continue to
surveil these three suspects.

We get the LDs
ready for tomorrow.

Anyone got any questions?

That's it.

Sorry, Gaz, just
heard about this.

What's our strategy?
We go big?

I can get us in
the weekend papers.

Not this time.

This time, we adopt
a zero profile.

Yeah, but I think the
public deserves to know.

Look, if we spook Perish,
he's gonna disappear.

I can't have that happen.

Right.

So there's not really
much for me to do then.

What I want you to do is
field the calls from the press

and you deny Tuno 2 even exists.

Can you do that for me?

I worked with Rupert.

I can do denial.

OK, thanks, Kyles.

Just had a call from drugs.

I'll leave you to it.

They got intel on a meth
lab run by Andrew Perish.

You mean Anthony Perish?

It seems little brother's
gone out on his own.

And they're ready to move,
but they don't want to stuff

up anything we've got going.

No, tell them
to take him down.

Fuck.

Police!

Get down!

Andrew Perish was

arrested in a textbook bust--

his dreams of becoming
his own man up in smoke.

They trashed this joint too.

Fucking pigs.

Made a mess of the place.

They said Andy
was making drugs.

Yeah, I heard.

That's why I'm here.

But it can't be true, can it?

No, of course not.

It's all bullshit.

What am I gonna tell the kids?

You don't tell them
nothing, all right?

I want you to go see
him as soon as you can.

No, I want you to take it, Loz.

Thanks.

And ask him if there's another
dog we should be worried about.

OK.

And ask him if it was Tuno.

Tuna?

Tuno.

He'll know what that
means, all right?

OK.

All right?

It's gonna be OK.

Thanks, Rooster.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Come on.

We're going for a drive.

Hello.

Hello, stranger.

Christ, that was a long day.

Did you get
everything you want?

I never get everything I want.

Still, you had a big win.

You should be happy.

I did have a win.

It's good.

It's good.

I'm gonna kill that fucker.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.