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Is a jungle out there?

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Everybody's got to earn a crust somehow.

Mario Condello's racket was loan sharking.

He didn't care who, what or why.

All he was interested in was the interest.

Drug dealer walks in the door looking to finance his next deal.

No problemo.

Here's 10 grand.

Have a nice day.

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Unfortunately for our side, a few bad apples in the

drug squad had their own ideas about O'Neill Crust.

When the law finally caught up, we didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The upside, we knew we were clean again.

The downside, the public thought we were all dirty.

Plus it meant half the crims saving time for

drugs got a free walk on account of tainted evidence.

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Around the same time Carl Williams got out of jail free, Jason Moran

finished his sentence for being a vicious, brutal, ugly little turd.

Suck my fuckin' toe jam.

And then Carl, Jason, Uncle Tom, Cobbly and

all got back to the business of earning a crust.

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Gentlemen, your pizza.

There it is.

Look at that.

Enjoy.

Giovanni, a little more drinks, please.

I've got to say something, all right?

Finita la musica, passata la festa!

You need an injection of funds, get

yourself back in the business, you let me know.

Are you kidding, Mario?

Not at your rates.

What are you talking about? You're now 12 months interest-free.

As much as you need.

You think about it.

I will.

- Thank you. - I love you. - Mr. Condello.

All right, let's eat.

There's been a bit of a mix-up with your credit card.

It's been rejected.

I'm sorry.

I'm telling you, I know the difference.

It's been a long time. I know the difference in smell.

I like it. Might have some work for you.

Oh, yeah?

What might that be?

I hear you like playing with guns.

Who told you that?

What's it going to rate?

Depends on who we're offering.

Fat boy.

I can't wait.

You know he's a mate of mine?

Why do you think I'm talking to you?

You can get close to him.

I don't think so.

Why? He's been running around telling everyone that he shot my brother.

Personally, I don't think he's a shooter's arsehole,

but either way, I can't have him taking credit for it.

100 G's.

- 70 now. - 30 after I've done it.

That's if I do decide to do it.

- 50. - All up. - Fuck off.

You know what? Your old man still hasn't paid me for the last time.

No, 100 G's.

70 up front. Take it or leave it, Jase.

60.

40-20 split.

90.

- 70. - 80.

Done.

He asked you to do it.

Me best mate.

It's outrageous.

Then give me the gun.

How much?

80.

That's not bad.

Tell you what, I'll give you 120 to put him off with his own gun.

No, hang on, that's a bit obvious.

Yeah, he'll be expecting us to come back at him.

Let me think about it.

And this is Damien, behind you.

He's from next door.

Guess how we met?

Caught in purple. I mean, when I was in the Sparse Darkens.

We're good mates now, but I'm even

investing a sum of money in him, aren't I, Dam?

Yeah. You know them one-time nukes with the coffee

machines and the pine warmers and shit out the back?

You know, they go around in the factories at lunchtime?

Yeah, reckon I can pick up a second-hand one for 12 or 14 thousand.

You saved up half, little champ.

I'm gonna loan him the rest.

There you go. Good to see a man put his money where his mouth is.

Enjoy your party, eh? Good luck, Damien. Roberta, um, sorry.

Thanks for your offer and everything.

No offence.

I just reckon I'm gonna get the money from the bank.

Oh, why?

You don't like to claim my money, is that it?

See yourself.

Fuck.

Nice.

Trying to throw a dog a bone.

Thanks, Carl.

Welcome. Thanks for coming to my home.

So that's what you do all day, huh?

- Yes. - How are you, mate?

Good. Pleased. Hey, Col, I just happened to be glancing through

the ledger, and there's no pressure here, but you're late again.

Late? I don't think so, mate. It's the 20th, Col.

It's the 20th already?

Are you kidding me?

I close the business tomorrow, yeah?

I mean, I can't count on you.

Yeah, all right.

Just don't threaten as I came.

I'm not threatening. It's a courtesy call.

Courtesy bullshit.

$88,000.

- Bye. - Five tomorrow.

You say no more about it.

Five tomorrow?

Okay.

- See ya. - Okay. - Bye.

50 now, 50 when it's done.

Carl decided the best candidate for the

Jason hit was veteran hard man Victor Pierce.

50 now, 50 when we pick up the newspaper and

we read the headline, Jason Moran, gunned down.

What bother me?

Why don't you off him, you weird little munchkin?

We used to be friends with him, didn't you?

Carl likes the, uh...

What do you call it?

Iron.

The irony, that's it.

75-25.

50-50.

You think I'm gonna rip his off?

I'm a professional, Sonny.

If I say I'm gonna do something...

It's done.

50 now, 50 later.

Got it with you?

Head's in the wagon.

A special request?

Yep.

It was this.

June 15 is the anniversary of Mark's death.

Jason always visits the grave.

We thought it would be...

Ironic.

We believe you may be at risk.

From who?

You tell me.

Shortbread?

Whoever killed your brother.

I doubt it.

Not worried about someone carrying a grudge?

Nope.

You can't think of anyone who might want to hurt you, or your family.

I don't have any enemies, so why would anyone want to hurt me, huh?

Okay, I've got a deal for you.

We're prepared to ask the parole board to allow you

to leave the country, provided you make it permanent.

Permanent?

For the time being.

Until things settle down.

You expect us to drag the kids out of

school, jump on a plane and never come back?

Just to suit you?

All we're worried about is your family's safety.

And who's going to foot the bill, huh?

Him?

That's not part of the deal.

You guys are pathetic.

Let's go.

Trish, if you want me to speak to the parole board, just pick up the phone.

Trish.

Thanks for the cover.

Surveillance on both camps 24-7 is the only way to stop this boss.

Haven't got the budget.

But it could be on his way to Carl's to knock him off right now, you know that.

I can't even get my photocopier replaced.

Do you want another biscuit?

Damien is it?

Take a peer.

I need a loan Mr Condelli.

Where else would you be here?

See I've got this business plan.

You know those auto...

Please, please, no details.

Just the numbers.

Okay.

I reckon I could pick up a second hand

unit for maybe twelve to fourteen thousand.

I've got my own eight thousand saved up.

It's just no one's going to lend me the rest.

- Why is that? - You a bank robber?

No, I've just got some personal problems.

I'm taking care of it.

I'm taking my medication. Good for you young man.

Good for you.

Just the banks look at me as some form of risk.

That's okay.

We're not prejudiced here.

We'll take anyone's money.

So we're talking about what?

Five thousand dollars?

This is my rates.

My standard agreement.

So five thou, over six months, forty percent would make

repayments of two hundred and seventeen dollars a week.

That's pretty steep.

Think of me as a convenience store.

You pay a premium for the service.

The question is...

How bad do you want it?

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Go back to her. 900 and 100.

Oh, dear.

It's all right. We'll get the kids through to the salon.

Such genius, hm?

Don't worry about it. That'll take the night off.

find a car and send it back home.

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I hate it when he's like this.

It's maximum history

Hi!

- Hey. - Classic to miss!

Hey.

You're scaring me

Why?

You're worried all the time.

I'll always protect you

I think we should do what Gary Butterworth said.

God, I want our kids to grow up without their father.

You want to run away

You've got the wrong day, Munchkin.

You hear me?

Don't die.

It's the 15th, so...

Where is he?

I don't know, maybe another 50 grand.

Hey, hey, listen, kick me again and I'll stab you in the fucking eye, alright?

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Hey, sexy wheels, Damien.

Oh, hey, Roberta.

Hey, so this is it, eh?

Yeah, what do you reckon?

Oh, it's beautiful, mate.

Hey, um, no hard feelings, eh?

- Nah. - Yeah?

So how much did she put you back?

Yeah, a bit more than I thought.

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When Jason announced he was heading off overseas, the

Carlton crew passed the hat around to help him on his way.

The size of the contributions directly

proportional to the size of the donor's ego.

$15,000.

Oh, Mario, you need extra, make a reverse

charge call to your Uncle Mario.

Thank you, thank you.

Hey, good man, good man, man.

Thank you.

Boys, boys.

Even the loyal retainers and hangers-on were expected to chip in.

Bon voyage, Jason.

Have a safe trip.

Benji, don't, uh, don't forget about our little arrangement.

Of course you need it.

All right.

I'll be keeping an eye on things while I'm away.

Very generous.

Very generous.

Stay healthy.

Hey, what are you doing? Come on, let's get a drink.

- Come on. - Jesus. - Come on, sit down.

Let's eat. Let's eat. Everybody, where are the girls?

What sort of a party is this?

Before you go.

Why didn't you stab him when you had the chance?

I paid Pierce to do that.

What about Jase?

How can he piss off overseas?

I mean, what about his parole conditions?

The cops land on the parole board.

You're the one that postponed it till Mark's anniversary.

Go back to Pierce and get me my deposit back now.

Please, would you do me that favour, Bench?

Hey, come on, mate.

Make it worth your while, eh?

All right.

He's not going to like it, though.

How long does it take to hang up a couple of G-strings?

Lou Cain was barely earning a crust as

General Go for a dog's body to Mick Gadot.

Inspired by his upwardly mobile lawyer

girlfriend, he wanted a bigger slice of the action.

Oh!

Oh!

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Yeah, I'm good, aren't I?

I'm good.

Yeah.

I think it's time I went into business for myself.

It's better than running here in some ghetto, yeah?

Yeah, too rough.

Yeah.

You could do a TAFE course or something.

A TAFE course?

Yeah, set yourself up as a handyman or something.

Yeah, we've been good at screwing things.

I just want you to be happy.

I am happy for you, though.

What have you got in mind?

I thought I'd, uh, get in a partnership with Benji Veneman.

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What's up, Bunchkin?

Here with the news?

Jason skipped the country, yeah, I get the mail too.

Yeah, I want the deposit back.

Get stuffed.

Job's cancelled.

I consider it on hold.

What, you gonna make me ask twice?

It's how easy it is.

Is it your muscle? No, I don't need extra muscle.

Just give me the gun and the money.

Piss off.

That goes for you and your boyfriend.

Look, there isn't a deposit or a spinet.

That gun's a piece of junk.

I wouldn't embarrass myself.

That's Carl Williams' money, mate.

He's gonna spew.

Carl Williams is a fucking amateur.

They couldn't blow the head off a beer.

Don't insult my reputation.

Voila.

It's what you do for Carl Williams.

That's how I feel about it.

Oh, you do what you gotta do, Lou.

It's all about earning the cash.

Si.

Te lo so.

I'm late.

I'll have it to you by close of business tomorrow, yeah?

No problem.

Yeah, all of it.

Ciao.

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Hey, Colt.

How are you, buddy? Early this month, huh?

Good to see you.

Look at you.

I mean, how come you always look so fit, you know?

- You're relaxed. - You're healthy, Mario.

Well, you ought to see the stressed-out portrait in the attic.

Sit down.

Now, I hope you're not expecting a discount.

No, no.

No, Mario. Mate, the truth is things are quiet.

Turnover's down.

Now, there's no way I can make a repayment on the 20th.

Oh, Colt, come on.

Don't disappoint me. Please, don't disappoint me.

It's 88 grand.

I mean, shit, Mario. That's a fucking lot of money to find in a month.

You don't think I know that?

I mean, how do you think I got the finance to

put you into the business in the first place, Colt?

How do you think I got it, huh?

I borrowed it, which means each and

every month I have repayments just like you.

You default, I'm at risk of defaulting, too.

Mate, hey, listen.

You don't pay up, my family goes hungry.

Come on.

You've got to understand that.

Look, look.

I brought you a present, all right?

I hope you accept these Cuban cigars as a token of good faith.

- Ah. - Is that good?

- Nice. - Nice? - Nice.

I'm going to say one thing.

I'm still going to see you on the 20th.

The 20th.

Okay.

All right.

You fucking wog bastard.

Time for your party trick.

So how long are you gonna be I don't know just got to see a bike about

something up the road a few minutes Well, I've got the stopwatch on you.

You just put the coffee machine on

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Hey.

How's Big Mick?

Yeah, he's good.

How's the job?

Doing a little bit of work for another company as well at the moment.

Williams & Williams.

What do they do for a crust?

Deliveries.

Oh, so you're a delivery driver?

Something like that.

And they let you dress like that?

Yeah, I've got a uniform at work.

Is that a gun or something you're wearing?

Yeah.

I do security for them as well.

Security guy, little shit like you.

Yeah, come in if you're good looking.

Hey, fella.

Hey, beer's in the fridge.

Help yourself, Luke.

You alright?

Yeah, get me one as well, man.

It was you, wasn't it?

Come on, Piers, it was you.

I know what you're talking about.

You little fucking shit.

There's a story if you want to hear it.

You in the mood to party?

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Should we get you started?

This is a lie.

No mate, you can keep that.

Serious?

- Grrrrrrrr! - Arrrrgh!

She's so sorry

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You make me feel dirty.

Oh, God.

Look, I was inside for a long time.

I just...

I fuckin' forgot how to behave.

And, uh... I mean, I'll see a girl and I'll want her.

It's just as simple as that.

Will it happen again?

Will it happen again?

Not if you're here when I want you.

I'm not going to give up.

Not if you're here when I need you.

The party drug business had become a mega-business.

An ecchi could be produced for around a

buck, and sold in the clubs for over 20.

Of course, the really greedy drug barons could make even more profit by

cutting the good stuff with codeine or caffeine or anything else handy.

Tough luck on the kids, and tough luck on the

street-level dealers trying to peddle the rubbish.

Especially the ones who'd borrowed money to finance their operation.

And middlemen like Nick the Russian Radev, who bought

the product in bulk and supplied the street-level dealers.

They were caught fair and square in the middle.

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Thanks.

Cold beer?

Oh, pussy. Please. Tommy, this is no fucking social call.

You will give me a guarantee now.

No more shit bills.

Hey, Nick, we're the first to admit there's been some...

Shut up, fence boy!

You want to fuck with me?

Come on, man. It's just a misunderstanding.

We feel bad about it, too, yeah?

We got this new cook down from Sydney, Josh.

A great expense, too, because he's supposed to be the business.

Turns out he's been stiffing us.

He's been cutting the top-end product

with caffeine, pocketing the rest for himself.

Come on. Hey, I feel betrayed about it, personally.

- You know? - I know Tony does, too.

- Right, Tony? - Yeah, yeah.

Devastated. How long I do business with you?

I know you do this to me.

You tell me this is cook fault.

Fuck, come on.

We straightened him out.

He's on notice.

Everything's back on track. Let me talk to him.

I want to meet this cook.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I don't think so, Nick.

I can't do that.

I want to hear from his mouth.

I don't fucking believe you, too.

I will meet him, or you and me is kaput.

You know what this means?

Huh?

You know what this means, fat boy?

Yeah, I know what kaput means.

- Okay. - You understand situation?

G'day Josh, I've got a Mr. Radev here, he wants to meet you.

Yes Mr. Williams, tell Mr. Radev I look forward to meeting him very soon.

Bye.

Five minutes.

I should be the shooter.

You've been in and out of jail, five minutes and the world owes you a living.

No, I just think I'm better than you.

How do you know?

How do you know I'm not the best fucking

shooter in the history of organised crime?

That's not fair, driver only gets 30, shooter gets 70.

Standard industry practice.

I really need the extra dosh.

Yeah, you said.

It's all my business.

Your business?

Yeah, everything.

Crapery and St Kilda.

I thought I was a fucking head case.

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In the yellow-hot Africa, in the titanic part.

You can't see a thing.

Well, that's that.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Get back in the fucking car!

Don't be a fucking dick!

Got him!

- Got him! - What? - Fuck, got him!

I got him.

- Fuck, I got him! - I got him.

I fucking got him. I fucking got him!

I fucking got him! I fucking got him!

Get away, I got him!

Fuck you!

- Dammit, fuck you! - I fucking got him!

Possibly the only person who genuinely mourned Nick the

Russian's death, apart from Daniel McGuire that is, was his dentist.

He still owed him 55 grand for a full set of crowns.

All you can say at the present moment is that

it has the hallmarks of an underworld killer.

What are police doing to crack down on

what's obviously an escalating underworld war?

I wouldn't call it a war.

18 bodies on the streets, what else would you call it?

No comment.

Is that one man with two guns or two gunmen?

Jeepers, don't tell me they're multiplying.

My second shot hit him in the heart.

He's already fucking dead, you spastic.

Mate, you were spraying bullets all over the place.

You're lucky you didn't shoot yourself.

Why'd you bring a gun along anyway?

Because I knew you'd make a dog's breakfast of it, that's why.

There's no fucking dog around here.

Say what?

What?

Woof, woof, Fleabag.

Yeah, he's doing fucking money.

I got him!

I got him!

Jesus!

This is my home here.

What do you want me to do, call the coroner?

Get a ballistics report?

Who cares if he fired the fatal shot?

The prick's dead, alright?

Now we've all got a vested interest in this,

so what I'm going to do is split the fee 50-50.

And I want yous to shake on it.

That was the first time Carl Williams

commissioned a murder for purely business reasons.

It wouldn't be the last.

An important milestone was reached in our world too.

Because of the brazen nature of the Nick Radev

murder, a special task force was formed to tackle

what the press was starting to call the Gangland War.

Todd Macdonald and Gary Butterworth famously hated each other's guts.

To me, Todd always looked like he just climbed

out of a saddle and tied up his horse outside.

They all know why you're here.

Of course they do, Gary.

Welcome to Task Force Purana, folks.

Sure, we're a small team, but we're a united team.

From now on, you've got a single focus.

Gangland murders.

Gary and I want all the killers walking our streets locked up.

So what's the main boss?

Piranha.

Don't ask me.

The computer generated the name.

But what it's going to mean is up to you.

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It's looking good, Diamion.

Oh, hey, Roberta, can I borrow your car?

What if I want to use it?

Um, walk.

Yeah, you're good.

Get rid of those love handles.

Take care of it, smart-ass.

Jai Min!

Are you all right?

Is he okay?

You've got to call an ambulance.

Get him.

I'm going to get some help.

Fine, fine, fine.

Damien what the hell happened to you?

I had an accident Mr. Condello Sit down sit down.

T-boy help the boy. Come on Take it easy.

Come on relax What's going on

I'm not gonna be able to drive the truck anymore.

I Don't know how the doctors said I won't be back on

deck for months, so they're gonna pin my ankle and I

Don't know how I'm gonna make the repayments So I

was wondering if maybe just an extension or something

I'll tell you what I'll do, and this is only because I like you.

I'll accept goods in lieu of the outstanding balance.

How's that?

Goods?

Yeah, items of value, jewellery, family

heirlooms, object d'art, vehicles.

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her, please.

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wimp.

Put that stuff back.

Come on, give that back.

Put that stuff back.

You two!

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Oh, I hope you're happy, dickhead, you fuckin'

eye-tire, ass-wipe, shitty, greasy, ass-monkey, prick!

He's getting hit by a car.

He was hit by a car, you stinkhead!

He was hit by a car!

No, no, I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

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$50,000, $60,000, $61,000.

$27,000 short.

It's a lot of money, Cole. Yeah, well, you get the rest Monday, right?

Monday?

Absolute latest.

You've been in the law, hasn't my friend?

Yeah, someone attacked us last night.

Hit me from behind, gave us a kicking.

It was a fucking mongrel act.

So, Cole, tell us about these rollers of yours.

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Bit light on Mario.

What's up bad month?

Oh, I'll no need to complain about this that the other Lewis.

It's what you said last time this time There's a sweet

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Why?

Tell me near.

Yeah.

Okay.

You don't know just don't

- He... - he dropped himself.

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I just wish that I'd forced him to take my money.

Just to be going to that motherfucking blood-sucking whore.

You can't change someone else's life,

their own, maybe.

It's if you want it bad enough.

What?

I've never met anyone like you before.

That's because there's only one Benji Venjaman on the planet.

How come they call you that?

Oh, Benji.

Yeah.

When I was a kid, if the Jacks ever picked

me up, I used to call myself Andy Benjamin.

Venjaman, Benjamin.

Benji.

Why does it taste so soggy?

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Who come to call you that?

Benji.

Who?

When I was a kid, after Jackson would pick me up.

I used to call myself Andy Benjamin.

Benjamin, Benjamin.

Benji is really Andrew Benjamin.

At last, we put a face to the name of our biggest problem.

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They shoot me, they beat up Tony, and now

they drive our next door neighbour to his death.

Who are we talking about?

Them Carlton bastards.

Gatto, Condello, Kinnenburg, Moran.

They're dead, mate.

They're fucking history.

Let me at him, Carl.

I need the extra dosh.

Yep, everybody's gotta earn a crust somehow.

You can do it thumpin' a bloke.

Fuck you! You can do it bumpin' a bloke.

You can do a charge in a million percent interest.

But all the gangsters agree, the best way of earning a

crust is when it's the other poor bugger who does all the work.

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It's a jungle out there.