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It's a jungle out there.

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This isn't gonna work man never know

I'll get away with it Gus Yes, how are you?

Since when he's been sailors.

Oh, let's just say we're expanding our investment

portfolio Thought you're going in a clink mate for starting a riot.

Hey kidding Gus.

It's clean as a whistle Cody man, I don't know what he is want.

We hear word that a mate of yours being targeted by the Jacks

They're gonna shut him down any second All right, all right

This is straight from the horse's mouth the bent cop We know

he seems to think it's a mate of yours who supplies the pill press.

- What do you say? - His name was Mark.

What do you want the name of my supplier?

You want to know me the only bloke in town is gonna lay his

hands on the quality pill press Hey, we're trying to do you a favor.

No. No, you're trying to rip me off your cheeky

little cocksucker Gus what would I try to rip you?

This is the way it is You want a pill press you

speak to me and I speak to my bloke and he sources

it I deliver you pay I take a cut and pass on the balance.

All right, so you repeat after me I am a cheeky

little cocksucker Might get this fucker off me Don't do it

Fuck!

You're on your new phone, you fuck!

Hey, I might have that beer now, mate, eh?

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you clumsy dickhead!

What are you calling, dickhead?

We're paying a fortune for this thing, mate.

I don't want these guys to fuck it up.

Relax. This will be the best cash we've ever spent.

80 fucking grand.

We are going to make fucking truckloads of eccies.

This thing will be a license to print money.

Yeah, well, not till we find ourselves a cook, it won't be.

I will find one.

I can cook.

What?

I know how to make it.

Since when?

Just when I'm in the Italians.

Well, along with driving and eating, that makes three.

Nah, come on, give me a shot.

Happy Gus?

Yeah, mate.

Come on, time to sing some piss, eh?

I can't do it, mate.

Trace is bringing the kid around.

So?

That means I don't spend enough time with him.

She's got your pussy whip, mate.

Yeah, fuck her.

Daddy, I'm here!

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sure he won't be long.

He forgot.

Daddy wouldn't have forgotten your tummy.

I'm sure wherever he is it was something he couldn't get out of.

Tracey Seymour was once married to a biker called Sid.

An outlaw biker.

And that was his great appeal.

Hi.

What's your name?

Tracey.

You're good.

You're so good.

The daughter of a Baptist minister.

Tracey was fascinated by bad boys.

And the badder they were, the better she liked them.

But when her son Tom got old enough to ask questions, she

knew the time had come to make a break and forge a new life.

Yeah.

You get your money like I said you'd get it.

What?

Get fucked.

That's all I got the press for.

I'm ready to rip him off.

What's his name again?

Len Kerr.

We didn't have the pleasure. The trouble was,

Tracey's old life kept snapping at her heels.

We'd stop you going around there, bud.

Teach him some manners.

Shouldn't bloody pay him at all, the mad bastard.

So, what do you get when you take a not very bright

biker, add three litres of beer and a handful of amphetamines?

He gets him all his fucking customers.

We do.

Someone ought to knock the cheek out of that prick.

What a knocking period.

Disaster.

That's what you get.

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Letting it grow.

Hey, John, what the hell?

You late cop!

Are you a late cop?

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Jason Moran is a violent little turd who

needs to be behind bars and wasting your time.

I'm wasting my time.

I mean look

There's no bloody point in going to all the expense of

taking Jason to trial if we haven't even got a single witness.

Well, we've still got one left.

I'm gonna track down this Campbell Lawler bloke.

The African?

Didn't he bugger off home?

Yeah, but there can't be too many

Lawlers in the Swaziland phone book, can there?

You're a sucker for punishment, mate.

Anyway, you're still short of physical evidence.

Oh, I am, am I?

Because you've all of a sudden retired from this case, have you?

I just don't believe in beating my head against a brick wall, okay?

I've been thinking about the coat that Jason was wearing that night as well.

Yeah, what about it?

This is a fucking home invasion.

One approved by a magistrate.

Brendan!

What are you doing with my coat?

Well, you see, I noticed on the King Street

security tape that your coat was kind of snazzy.

So I thought just maybe you hadn't thrown it

out with the rest of your gear from that night.

Zegna.

Now that's a top designer.

- A designer? - Duffle coat?

You are a stylish fella.

Pure merino, too.

Jeez, you must have been hot bashing up all those people.

You jacks have got nothing, huh?

You're shit.

Thanks for your cooperation, Jase.

Well, as that is it, you just came for the jacket.

I'll see you later, Detective Schwenkter.

Means arsehole, remember?

Get a real job, Carl.

What are you always eating?

It's a pity you can't say the same about the kitchen.

It was the place I decided to bring...

The whole thing's in pretty good nick.

The services are fine, the doors...

Surprise.

You'll lose your favorite, right?

What do you want?

How's Tom?

Okay, considering.

Sorry I couldn't help it.

How many times are you going to let him down, Sydney?

Couldn't help it.

Look, I'm going to make it up to him, alright?

I'm going to buy him a minibike.

Don't you get it? He doesn't want things.

He wants to spend time with you.

He was gutted.

It's just a minute now, aren't we?

Yeah, okay.

Well, Tom's asleep now, but maybe next weekend.

He's playing soccer and he'd love you to watch.

What if I stay here tomorrow?

What?

It could be a nice surprise for Tom if I wake up here in the morning.

Oh, good night, Sydney.

I need to stay here, Trace.

Better run him with my house, right?

Go to Gus.

I'm sure he'd give you a piece of floor.

What have you been up to?

Look, don't look at me.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Please.

Tell me you didn't really do this.

First bloke should have kept his head down.

Oh Jesus.

Stupid prick should have said something instead of staring at me.

Don't tell me anymore.

Fucking serves him right.

Both of them.

Dense bloody grease.

Don't involve us.

Drop me gun.

You know that old one that I bought in WA.

Shut up you bloody idiot.

Just shut up.

What's got up your nose? You kill two people and then you come here.

Don't you know how hard I've tried to protect Tom from all this crap?

Protect him? I've given him a normal life.

I've made sure he's safe.

Secure. Who are you fucking kidding Tracy?

You work in a topless bar.

You screwed Jason Moran and Alfons Gadgetano.

Look, you gonna help me out or what?

Typical.

Now, when you're in the shit, you remember we exist.

Can you just give me a break for five minutes?

I can't believe you used Thomas as an excuse for coming here.

Well, he's my son, as you keep reminding me.

You don't deserve him.

You don't give a rat's about him except when it suits you.

Hello, Tommy.

Hello, Daddy.

How you going, mate?

I got a new game.

Is that right?

I'd love to play it.

Can I turn it on?

I don't know whether I'm allowed to stay overnight.

You can sleep in my room, please!

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I wanted a woman.

A woman?

Yeah, in homicide.

I requested a female officer because people management's not

our strong suit and I thought a female might help redress that.

People management?

Yes, witnesses specifically.

They're our strongest asset, far and above any physical

evidence and at times we haven't been that good at managing them.

Your desk is down there and this is my office here.

Come in.

Sit down and welcome.

I've got to say, Sergeant, I'm stoked to be here.

I really am.

Well, take that as a positive and you should call me boss.

The other men, the other detectives call me boss.

Are you familiar with the phrase PTT?

I know about PMT.

PTT stands for professionalism, thoroughness and tenacity.

They're our code words here at Homicide and that's what I expect from you.

Sure.

The dictionary might not agree but to me

the word homicide means search for truth.

I want you to think about that.

Do you like shortbread?

Shortbread?

Yes, I bake them myself.

It's a hobby.

Thanks.

Your first case.

Leonard Kerr and Anton Young.

You might have heard about them.

They're two guys who were shot down a garage in Port Melbourne.

Maybe gang related or it could be a robbery gone wrong.

You're on it with Peter Brownlow.

Good luck.

And that was my introduction to homicide.

A Luger pistol and a piece of baked shortbread.

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Wanna be Mario this time?

Dad has to go.

But we've only had one game.

He has to go.

Such a hard-ass choice.

Who's that?

I'll go.

Tracy Seymour.

Senior Detective James.

Brown lives and killed a homicide.

We're making enquiries about the whereabouts of a Mr Sydney Martin.

He's not at his address but we were told you used to be married to him.

Yes, I was.

Know where we could find him?

Wow Dad, that was great!

He's, um, here.

Sydney!

What?

Senior Detective James.

Mr. Martin, this one killed a homicide.

Tom, go watch TV in the lounge.

- Me and Dad... - Now!

Ah, Mr. Martin, do you own a Luger pistol?

Yeah, do you know where it is now?

It's been stolen.

Stolen?

From the pannier on my bike.

Left it while I was at the pub.

Right.

- What pub? - I forget.

When?

A few weeks ago.

Did you report it?

Couldn't be bothered.

It's not like you guys would find it.

Well, we have.

We believe it was a weapon used in two murders.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Where were you at 3pm yesterday, Mr. Martin?

I was riding.

Alone?

No.

I was with Tracey.

Where'd you go?

Ah, in town.

Over the bridge.

Did you stop for petrol or a snack?

No.

See anyone?

No.

Which roads did you use?

I forget.

Do you remember, Miss Seymour?

Come on, dude.

You saw they were after me.

I had to say something.

Sydney, three o'clock yesterday afternoon, I

was at Tom's school discussing a bloody cake stall.

Alright, I'll be quick.

I've got work.

How many people do you expect to lie for you?

You fucking let him in.

Go away.

Go away!

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The forensics found no recoverable DNA on the

lapels, the collar, the front, the sleeve, the hem.

Jason's had the bloody thing dry cleaned.

And the last of his victims is somewhere in Swaziland.

He jacks it up now, huh?

He's shit.

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I just don't believe in beating my head against a brick wall.

I'll see

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remember?

Steve?

Yeah, I'm here.

Guess who's just been attached to the QBE account?

The big one?

Yeah, one of our partners just asked if I'd be interested.

Interested?

I mean, I thought I'd have to be there like

five years before I got a chance like this.

Well done.

Shitty day, babe.

Why don't we open this and see if tonight gets any better?

Might get you laid.

When the Morans and their mates discovered Steve's DNA tests had drawn

a blank and that Jason was effectively in the clear, they threw a party.

Not that they condoned his violent

behaviour, they just hated the police getting a win.

Alright, alright, a bit of shush please, a bit of shush.

Hey, Marriott, I just want a drink to my son Jason.

Heads held high, fellas.

Here's to your innocence and the right result.

Laughin' like a shark, dad, laughin' like a shark.

Ha ha ha!

Jason!

Nice to win a round.

Well, you know, boxing above my weight, Nick.

Might be time to move up a division.

Well, Jason, not all decisions you make are going to go your way.

I mean, eventually the points, they stack up against you.

If there were any more big match-ups, I'd appreciate

it that you dealt with it in a more gentlemanly manner.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

A little less of this.

And a bit more of this.

- Sure, Mckay. - Yeah, sure.

Excuse me, ladies.

All you fat asses are stuck to their chairs, aren't they?

Where are you going, Roberta?

I'm going to the fucking Dunny.

Do you want to come and watch?

Nobody ever called Roberta Stevens a shrinking violet.

But Carl Williams didn't care about her mouth.

He knew he'd found his princess.

Want a drink?

Already got one.

So how do you fit in?

Married to that fucking loser mate of

Jason's with a nose like a fucking samosa.

The only fucking loser that fell pregnant to him.

Wouldn't say I'm in, though.

Not with those up-themselves bitches.

Yeah, I noticed.

What about you?

Just here getting shit-faced?

No, no, I do a bit for Jason, Mark.

Toady boy, huh?

It's how far up you climb that counts, not where you start.

And just where are you going to end up?

Whatever your name is.

I'm going to be a bloke that makes so much

dough, I can buy a chick like you whatever she wants.

I'm Carl.

Carl Williams.

And how about that drink?

Go and pick one.

- Anything. - Blue one.

Blue one.

Alright, bartender.

Pretty drink for a pretty girl.

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Hello?

Guess what I'm doing.

How'd you get this number?

You gave it to me, Dimbo.

I'm vacuuming.

In stilettos.

Nude.

- Nude. - Nude.

Can't hear no vacuum cleaner.

Oh, it's a real flash one, it purrs.

And I purr too, Carl.

And meow.

And go.

Hey, fat boy, that personal call's in company time.

- Back to work. - Yeah, sorry, Jase.

You're still working for the Morans?

I've got to go, Mum.

I thought you said you were going to be a big man.

Well, um, I'll call you later, OK?

No, no, don't bother till you're rich.

- Hey! - Back to work!

I've told you everything.

You and Sydney have been split a while.

Certainly didn't seem that comfortable around him.

Just don't see him that much.

Seems a good dad.

He's not going to win father of the year.

That night was the first we'd seen him in months.

That's tonight.

Thought you were riding with him all afternoon.

We didn't get home till late.

I see. You know we have information that puts him at the crime scene.

Oh, why bother with me then?

Because if you keep up this story, you could end up being charged with perjury.

We'd hate to have to bring his son into this.

What's your name again?

Jackie.

Jackie.

Sid did come over.

When?

What was he doing before that?

Did he say why he'd come over?

He wanted to see Tom.

What, for the first time in months?

Only hours after two men were shot with his gun.

Is there nothing more you want to tell me?

I looked up your record.

Oh, good for you.

Had multiple arrests, you've done time, but for the past five years, nothing.

Something changed.

Was it having Tom?

Leave me alone.

He's a beautiful little boy.

Does he know what his dad did?

Both of the guys Sydney murdered had kids too

and they're never going to see their fathers again.

I know you want what's best for your son, so just tell

the truth, make a statement and give evidence in court.

You've got no idea what you're asking.

No idea what they could do to me.

We can look after you.

We'll put you and Tom into witness protection.

Come on Tracy just talk to me.

I can't.

If you let Sidney get away with this Then one day Tom is

gonna find out that his dad is a double murderer and that

you think that's okay Because that's what lying for him does Tracy.

It tells him that you think that's okay

and your son is gonna learn that from you

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You've been talking to the cops again.

What'd you tell him?

Nothing yet.

Good.

OK, I don't want to pressure you or nothing, but

me, Gus and the guys, we kind of stick together.

What's that supposed to mean?

Take on one of us, you take on all of us.

You're threatening me.

No.

I'm just telling you how it is, babe.

Looking after your future.

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What's wrong, Mommy?

Tom, we're gonna go on a holiday.

So, this is where they're hiding you.

Eh?

What are you doing lurking around homicide?

I thought I'd just come down and select a desk in case I get the call up.

I thought I'd just come down and say g'day.

How's the King Street thing going?

Still chasing Jason Moran?

I swear, I'm going to call my autobiography chasing Jason.

What about you, your double murder?

It all hangs on one witness and she won't talk.

Tell me about it.

Let's get out of here.

Get in the pub. Drain our sorrows.

Hang on.

- Homicide. - Jackie James.

Yeah, no, no, no, no, that's fine, Tracey.

Yep.

So where do we stand?

Good girl.

Can you come down to St Kilda Road and make a statement?

No, that's great.

Yep.

I'll see you then.

Yes.

Tracy Seymour.

She knows what she's in for, giving evidence against her ex.

She's as gutsy as all hell.

I've seen witnesses fall over at the last minute.

Rock solid cases just turn to water.

She's going to do the right thing.

I'd back her.

You'll need to.

She'll need all the support she can get.

Let's get her into witness security ASAP.

Good work

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On the track!

He's been charged with the murders of Leonard Kerr and Anton Young.

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- Here? - No fucking here.

Fuck!

Fucking bitch!

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Traces of dry blood in both pockets.

Remind me not to use those dry cleaners.

Forensics pulled DNA from four separate

individuals, so this means we can prove that

Jason punched these people, shoved his hands in his pockets...

He'll say in a post anyway.

The blood got on his hands as he ministered to their wounds.

Oh, well...

Steve, it's not a home run, mate.

We've still got to get one of those victims to stand up in court and ID Jason.

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That's for me.

It's very nice

Aren't you supposed to be a guy that can get a girl whatever she wants?

What do you want?

What do you got?

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That's nice

Jason should get you one of them chef hats and a

frilly apron not gonna be shit kicker all my life.

Yeah, so you keep saying

Do me iron praises, Roberta.

You're using the Moran's rig?

Fucking little hooter!

You're not going to tell him, are you?

- Tell him? - Nah. - Nah, I'll help you.

Let's send him fucking broke.

You don't look like much.

But you've got balls, haven't you?

Cal Williams.

Yeah.

Yeah.

My bedside is loaded,

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protect Tracy until Sid's trial, witness security hid

them away in a remote coastal town with an armed guard.

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G'day.

Hey I got your call.

How about you go play on the equipment for a bit, honey?

No. Go on. It's dumb, there's no monkey bars.

Go to the camp store then, get an ice cream.

Not if Farty Pants has to come.

Don't be rude.

I hate Warrnambool.

I hate this holiday.

I want to go home.

- Hello? - Hello?

Is Campbell Lawler there, please?

Hello Kemal Allah speaking.

- Who is this? - Please?

Mr. Lola?

My name's senior detective Stephen Owen from the Victoria Police in Australia.

Is this about the assault in the nightclub?

Yes.

Yes it is Mr. Lola, we were wondering if you'd be

able to return to Melbourne to identify your

assailant to Melbourne I'm in Swaziland detective Owen.

It's a very long way I'm sorry, but I don't think I can afford the airfare.

Sir, if you're prepared to come back to

Australia I'm sure the fare would not be a problem.

I would like to see justice done If I can arrange

some time off my job I'll do it Look, I'll be in

touch with you in the next couple of days with more details.

So have a good day

- Here's to us. - Thanks.

Cheers.

Where's my fucking coat?

I'd like it back.

You can wave to it at your trial.

How's it going, princess?

Sue, just ignore him.

Is it good banging a corrupt cop?

Go away.

I need to go to the bathroom.

Look, it's fine.

No.

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- Woo! - Yay!

Woo-hoo!

Woo!

Fire!

Yay! Do you want to see me about a trial?

Is there a problem with your evidence?

Do you think I'm going to pull out?

Are you?

No.

Well, what is it then?

You were right, you know.

About what?

Knowing I was dragging Tom into the crap was killing me.

Yeah.

For a long time you can make it okay in your head, you see.

I know what I'm doing.

It's my choice.

I was living this exciting, out there life.

Go where I want, get what I want, do what I want.

It wasn't Tom's choice, but...

It'll be okay, Tracy.

You're setting a role model for him.

You know, you're teaching him what the right

thing to do is and how much courage that takes.

Pity I've wimped out of actually telling him what's going on.

You got a sec?

Yep.

I heard that bloke you got for the double

murder in Port Melbourne was Gus Brown's too, I see.

Yes, he is.

And it was a good thing we got his wife into

Whitsett because the first thing he did was kick her door in.

Well, I've just seen Gus Brown talking with Jason Moran.

And Jason Moran knows where Whitsett had the Randall sisters.

I mean, I don't know how Whitsett works.

Do they use the same places?

Well, there's half a dozen places they use off and on.

Or it could be somewhere completely different.

Right, so the odds are pretty long.

You don't know where they got her, do you, boss?

No, no idea.

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You can keep me safe, you know, even after the trial.

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Heading back to Bairnsdale as soon as this is over.

My sister still lives there.

It'd be much safer if you change your name and you move further away.

Tom needs family.

And I want to get closer to who I used to be, not further away.

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Jakey James?

Hi.

Why?

Right.

You know what, Tom?

I reckon you're right about this place.

It's pretty boring here, isn't it?

Very. Might find you guys someplace else to stay.

What, now? Time for a change of scenery.

- Yep, let's go. - Something's wrong.

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I told you about it last time, I'll leave you another message.

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That's him

Are you sure?

Detective Krause, when I was a little boy,

my mother taught me a very important lesson.

She taught me to never forget the face of the white man who beats you.

Well, uh, you're absolutely sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Steve already had the bloodied coat, and now he had a witness.

Jason would go to jail after all.

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Following her husband's murder trial,

Tracy and Tom moved back to her old home town.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't

persuade her to change identities and move into state.

So much for my people management skills.

What's this place?

It's our new home, I told you.

Is this where Aunty Jodie lives?

We'll see her heaps.

And you can go to school with your cousins.

Will Daddy visit us?

No.

Dad's going to jail.

Did he do something bad?

Yes.

Did you tell on him?

Yes I did.

Sometimes you've got to tell.

Even on your friends.

Even if they don't like you anymore.

But Tom, that doesn't mean that he doesn't love you.

Or that he's bad all the way through.

But what he did was very terrible.

And he needs to be punished for it.

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Can I get a guinea pig?

Sure.

Two?

If you get two, you might get more.

I like baby guinea pigs.

They're born with their eyes wide open.

Let's go inside.

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shot her in her head while she slept, her son

lying right there beside her, a heartbeat away.

Tracey Seymour's death was a warning to everyone

who ever took the witness stand against the underworld.

Another brick in the wall of silence that

would defeat us again and again in the years ahead.

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It's a jungle out there.