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Oh, what would you do without me live a life

of squalor and disorder don't forget the celibacy

G'day. Guess he just got back from London.

Oh, you're kidding.

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After his brother was gunned down in the driveway of

his own home, Jason Moran had moved up the hit list.

And everyone knew it.

He got his parole conditions altered so he

could leave the country and be out of harm's way.

But after only a few months overseas, he turned up again.

Just like a bad penny.

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Jason wanted to square the ledger, but so did Carl Williams.

He'd promised himself he'd never rest until

both the Moran boys were six feet underground.

And the job was only half done.

So we spent a truckload of cash to send you

overseas, and here you are back again, like a bad smell.

Yeah, well, England's full of bad smells and bloody ponzing queues.

Well, it would have killed you to wait in one of them, would it?

So how much?

Depends who it is.

Fat boy, Carl.

What?

- Why? - Mark, Dad.

You remember him, yeah?

Yeah, I know, but...

You're looking a bit thin, darling.

Yeah, what can I say, Mum, huh?

Miss you cooking.

- None for me. - Oh, Jase, can you...

Your arthritis playing up?

- Yep. - Can't work. - Can't work.

Oh, you shut up, you grumpy old man.

Our boy's back where he belongs.

That's all that matters.

Carl Williams, he's got a lot of mates these days.

A lot of pricks want to work for his money.

A lot of pricks with guns for hire.

What are we talking about?

30, 40, 50?

He's 200 these days.

They haven't got that sort of money lying around.

That's because you've been sitting on your arse.

Dreaming of your sleepy bloody retirement.

Look, I know I let the E-Trade slip a bit, but...

Slip?

Mate, Carl Williams.

We've already dealt with the prick he paid to do your brother.

I'm not asking the question, Dad.

Fat prick's eaten his last greasy drumstick.

You're probably right.

I am right.

Don't worry, Dad.

I'll get this family back on the map.

Yeah, look out.

Come on, where's the ball?

Oh, it's the grab, huh?

Here we go.

Oh, very well caught.

Good hands, good hands.

Someone's happy to be home.

I hated London.

What about you?

Pleased you come back?

Ready?

He's back.

I could truly puke.

You're still laughing at your car?

All over his ugly rat face.

Tell him, Benj.

Jason Moran's got an ugly rat face.

Wasting my fucking breath.

Oi, bitch, come on.

Let's get a slushie.

Can you do it, Benj?

Um...

Jason?

That's a big ask.

Money's not a problem, you know that.

He's being careful.

Like, really, really careful.

So we get him where we can get him.

When he's alone.

He's not going to turn up for a meeting with me or you.

That's for sure.

Who's he going to turn up for?

Munster?

The only guy who's never gonna tell to piss off is Mick.

I'm gonna ask him.

Ah, then you'll know you're working for me, Doc.

I was already.

He's Louis Moran's mate.

Doesn't like Jason much though.

I don't know, it's a bit too risky.

Carl, how much do you want it?

I want it.

I want a hole in his head the size I can put my fist through.

I want to see his brains splattered on

the footpath with pigeons crapping in them.

No, Jason hasn't got that much brains.

Hey, hey, it's pretty simple don't touch the

fucking car stab in the boot Benji

All right.

What have we got here?

Weapons or drugs?

My mom, she makes a beautiful sauce.

Wanna come round for dinner?

Oh, well, looks like you're gonna have to buy some more, mate.

I was wondering if you could set up a meeting with someone for me.

Who?

Jason Moran.

Is this the kind of meeting that you get out for dinner from?

You really are a monster, aren't you?

I'm just doing my job like everybody else, Mick.

The only thing that you do like

everyone else is what you push out of your arse.

I don't get into that kind of shit.

And you ought to be careful what that friend of yours gets up to.

Jason shot him in the guts.

He's still pissed off.

You shoot me, I shoot you.

Hey Mick.

It could end everything right here.

Right here.

Not my cup of tea, Andrew.

I don't give a shit about Jason.

But his father and I go back a long way.

I respect that, Mick.

Just thought I'd ask.

I'm glad you did

I'm kidding.

What?

Benji!

We were just a little concerned for your safety,

mate, so we thought it best if we just kept an eye on you.

Every day.

You might like to think about getting yourself a proper job.

Or even enrolling in a TAFE course, maybe.

Fuck all they can teach me at TAFE.

Get out of my fucking way.

A little bit deeper.

More tongue.

More tongue.

Oh yeah, oh that's good.

- yeah. - Slow it down a little bit.

Oh Jesus Christ.

What, can't I even get my dick sucked?

What, you want to have a go, do ya?

Oh, you too.

Want to have a go?

Come here, bud.

So, what's the hold up?

Hold up? I'll tell you what the fucking hold up is, alright?

I can't take a shit without that prick Owen looking over the cubicle.

Didn't it bug my house too, the arseholes?

You've been a while though then, eh?

No, no, it's alright, mate.

I'm up for it.

Give me a few days.

Just wait until the heat dies down, that's all.

Hey come come on.

I'm telling you.

I'll do anything for you

- Don't worry. - I've got it sorted.

Well. You're someone else Now shit what you kidding me?

That prick belongs in a fucking sheltered workshop gets the job done man

Wow!

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Still keeping in shape, mate?

Yeah, you know how it is.

Body's a temple.

Interested in a job?

How much?

Alright, so what do you want me to do then?

- Stab him? - Drown him? - Poison him?

- What? - I'd probably keep it simple.

Simple, yeah? Yeah, good. So shooting him would probably be best then?

Sure, if that's what you think's good.

It's Moran's address.

He drives a black Merc and a Ford Spectrum.

You rentin' my slag this Easter?

You can talk, you mole.

Here, sit down.

I'll miss you.

Hi.

Chicken?

No, no, no, no. Well, I hope they're veggie head.

A vegetarian?

Yep.

Kidding. Full of hormones, preservatives, meat.

Made good for you.

How do you make a hormone?

You refuse to pay her.

Yeah,

I like to stay active.

Are we all?

Chips okay, but?

Yeah, sure.

- Good. - Okay.

Nick.

Louis.

Thank you.

What's, uh, Graeme about?

Munster.

No, he's, uh, he's dog sick.

He's at the vet.

Why? Oh, I was supposed to meet him here to play cards.

Could have caught me.

- Right, I better. - Let's go to the pub.

Lewis, uh, how's Jason settling back in?

- Good? - Yeah, good.

So what's he up to?

Pretty much running things.

Looking out for his old man, as all good sons should.

Pretty soon, I'll be sitting here with my feet up like you blokes.

There's always a seat for you here.

Yeah.

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Going with anyone?

Pat Barbera.

Make sure one of you stays sober.

How's kicks at 8.30, right?

You picking up Antonella's kids too?

Yeah.

Hey, Jace.

Don't forget, okay?

Not for quids.

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I love you.

Jason, welcome back, mate.

Drink?

Willie, I have a scotch.

Better get a pimm's for my girlfriend here.

Two scotches, will ya?

Willie, I seem to remember that you owe

me about, uh, what was it, about 50 grand?

Oh, yeah?

Didn't know where you were, did I?

- Oh, I'm back. - That's where I am.

And I need it.

Now.

Now?

Jeez, mate, I'm going to pay, but I don't have it.

Now, now.

Hey, look, um, I've got a good line on chemicals.

Soot, P2P, enough to make a mountain of eccies.

That's good.

That's good. I reckon we can do some business.

But first I need my cash.

Got a big job on.

Mate, we've all owed each other dosh at one time or another.

I had your money, but you pissed off.

Next week...

And we'll have another scotch.

Okay.

Shit, I can't find the hole.

I bet you Trisha's had that one before.

No, I'm serious, I can't find the hole.

High five, Jase.

Didn't take you as a fan.

Hey, hey, hey, Ron's rootable.

Check it out.

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Backboard car Williams, that's what it was Who this,

huh, what did you my car fuck you could have been killed J.

I'm gonna kill every single one of the fuckers Hey easy boy.

It's not like the old days is it me now?

The only difference is you've gotten older and you lost your balls.

We used to run this town Yeah, we'll just

sort this little cocksucker out easy boy.

You stick your head up.

You'll get a shot off Yeah shot right off you mark my words birdie.

Shut up. You silly old prick.

No call to be rude to your bed Jason come here

Yeah

What is it what do you think I can't take

care of myself is that it huh, what do you think?

I'm afraid let me tell you I'm not chicken shit like some people

just watch your mouth No, I don't want you going anywhere alone.

- All right. - Hey watch his back.

All right. No, I was loose I'm gonna go through me first.

What are you gonna stop treating me like a kid?

Nothing Nothing hey, come on kids just ball.

Oh nice on the chest on the chest.

- There we go. - Come on

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do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

You did what?

Well, we were following him around, checking his movements out, and then...

It was just so quiet.

There was no one around. I just thought, bugger it.

Why not just do it now?

- Here, now. - He could have seen you.

He could have recognised your car.

- No, no, no. - No chance of that, mate.

We got us the best wheels ever.

Next I ran forward...

Magna Verada.

Ten million off him in Melbourne.

I could have been the parish priest.

I want you to do this clean.

I don't want all the Carlton gunning for me.

Hey!

Is it true you and Missy are shaking up?

Yeah, bloody-o.

You mean she's a complete slut?

Dirty!

You know, I always wondered why they never touched you after you did, Mark.

Didn't think I did it, mate.

Didn't think I had it in me.

Really?

Don't worry, Carl.

I've got a new plan.

Gonna get up nice, close and personal, and then bam!

Hey, Moran's gonna be pushing up dahlias.

Daisies.

He'll be pushing up daisies.

No, no. See, my granddaddy used to grow dahlias.

Very, very pretty flower, that one.

Come on!

Oh, go on, you birdie.

- Cheers, birdie. - Cheers.

On your chest!

- On your chest! - On your chest!

Oh, you're not going to believe it.

I'm out of change. I'll fix you up later.

Come on!

OK.

It's probably Pinkham.

You should get another gun.

Carry a double.

Yeah.

Those cows cock off twice.

You're still going to do that, are you?

Just getting the money together.

All right. We'll find Fatso by the end of the season.

Yeah, but you can't do it.

You've got to get someone else.

Who are you going to get?

I don't know yet.

No, listen.

You should move out.

Ball!

- Ball! - You are a shit umpire!

Shit!

Get the little runt!

And are you listening to me?

- You've been shot at. - Come on, kick it!

Kick it!

Going hard!

Kick it!

Yes!

Straight up him, son!

Go!

Kids think it's Christmas time with their big cousins.

So nice having you guys back home.

A little bit lonely when yous are away.

Hey, come here.

Why are you so strong?

People do.

Kids shouldn't have to grow up without their father.

Hey, whoever it was, they'll rot in hell.

Don't you worry.

How come you're so strong, Tricia?

I'm a hard bitch.

Bye, Jase.

49% bitch, 51% sweetheart.

See you later.

- See ya. - See ya, kids.

Bye, Jase!

Mark would be so chuffed if he takes him to footy every week.

He loves it.

Big bloody kid.

Enjoys it more than I do.

You're so lucky, Tricia.

You keep insisting on eating here, you're going to

end up with an ass the size of a fucking elephant.

I swear I'm the best fucking mother in the

world the amount of money I fucking spend on you.

Hello, Patricia.

What do you want?

It's an amazing coincidence our

children are going to the same school, isn't it?

I'm surprised you can afford it.

You're always wearing up yourself, cow.

And you'll always be a scrubber.

Fucking rants.

You think you're shit hot that your husband is a

floppy dick prick ball who treats everyone like crap.

But he's going to get his one of these days, the fucking poser.

Shh.

Fucking clumsy fuckers!

Son of a whore! Don't do it, don't do it!

Mark told me to kill him.

I should have listened to him. I should have finished him off.

Mate, don't do it!

Every second this prick's alive is an insult to his memory.

Yeah, but you can't do it.

He's too big for his boots.

- He's got to be stopped. - No, no!

Mate, are you listening to me?

Son of a wife has a go at mine.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Chris can handle herself.

Hey, hey! How's you going to prison going to help her any?

Jason.

Well, all right, all right, if you're going to do

it, do it properly, be patient, don't risk everything.

If you need extra dosh, well, I can come back into the business.

You can't even unzip your fly.

Piss off, will you? I've been doing this

crap since you were crapping your pants.

I do pick-ups, drop-offs.

I'll pull me weight, don't you worry about it.

- All right. - All right.

You, uh, locked all your windows?

- Yeah. - Doors?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, come on then.

What?

Let's check them again.

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We knew Jason was building up a war chest.

We assumed he was financing a hit on his archenemy, Carl Williams.

What we didn't know was when, where or how it was going to happen.

All we could do was watch and wait.

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If you don't know Come on, Bertie, what's your problem?

Move your arse. This stuff weighs a tonne.

- Yeah? - Did you count it? - Yeah.

500 bags, a thousand each.

Good, eh?

Beer o'clock, I reckon.

Tell me, did you ever drop one of these, then?

Heck, yes, yeah.

Playing havoc with me angina medication.

Oh, life flashed before me eyes.

How about you?

Nah, Mrs had cut up my...

Hey, Lewis!

She's rampant!

Ah, fuck it.

Lewis Moran and his mate Bertie were remanded into custody

Which meant Jason had two fewer pairs of eyes watching his

back Well mate the only place I've seen him more than once

is junior footy takes a bunch of kids out to Pascoe Vale

every Saturday morning Could've told you that hey Is he alone?

Yeah, sometimes sometimes not what's wrong with doing it there then

exactly Oh, there's all these kids here plus a couple hundred other

people plus some Moody Ponds Road Why is this one so fucking hard to

get someone tell me that they're all hard car you should know that

Yeah, I thought maybe I could do it like in the day of the Jackal what

the Jackal He disguised himself as this old bloke to get past security

so I can pop off the king or the president or whoever you want To

dress up as an old man to get Jason

An old lady old lady Yeah I'm a

shoddy in one of them shopping carts the old bitch to take to the

market pop him in a nightclub People think it's a bit weird when some

old deer walks into a nightclub Pulls a shoddy

out of a shopping cart, and then blows the guy away.

I'll wear a balaclava You wear a balaclava what the bloody hell you?

I'm only kidding mate just want the clam dead all right nothing fancy.

Just dead

Do it at the Ivory.

Eh?

What about all them kids?

I'll get Ivory.

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If the resources had been available, we'd have kept every

single one of Carl's associates under 24-hour surveillance.

But we had to prioritise.

Tailing Benji was a no-brainer.

He'd murdered for Fatboy before.

How could we ignore him?

We couldn't.

And Carl was counting on it.

He was way ahead of us, as per usual.

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Come in.

It's your dad.

As per.

Thanks

Hi Dad.

Have you er...

Yes I've done it.

You doing it every night?

Yes, yes I'm doing it every bloody night.

What are they, slipping your old lady hormones in your tea in there huh?

Just check they're all locked alright?

Just check it for me.

Yeah alright mate, just for you.

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Witnesses say the masked gunman ran through the

crowded car park up to the van where his target sat

She had one of Tony's notes.

I'm partying tonight.

Chase him around with the cock-sucking clown.

SHUT UP!

SHUT UP, HAVE A LITTLE RESPECT!

LEWIS!

I'M HERE, MATE!

I'M HERE!

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- Yep. - Nah, that'll be fine.

Well, a witness reckoned he sprinted it.

Bullshit. A K? Mate, I ran it this afternoon.

It's doable if you're fit.

Mr. Bloody Superhero.

Ladies, that's enough!

Now, what crim do we know who could sprint a kilometre?

This bloke.

Did a load of bank jobs back in the 80s and 90s.

Used to park his car six to seven hundred

metres away and then run to the bank and back.

The running man.

- That's what we called him. - Find him.

- Get on with it. - Gary, more journos.

They're just going to have to wait for the press conference like everyone else.

Yeah, I'm afraid he's unavailable at the moment.

Yeah, okay.

Jason's murder was a huge story right across the country.

Broad daylight, public place, witnessed by innocent children.

It broke all the codes.

The community looked to the police for an explanation.

How could we stand by twiddling our thumbs when

someone had shot a dad and his mate at a junior footy clinic?

We'd failed everyone.

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What are we celebrating again, spider?

Jason Moran's dead.

Really?

Bobby will be rad!

- Yeah! - Ha ha ha!

Hey, you remember the first time we met Carl?

Yeah?

You were Jason's bloody driver.

You're my long way, Carl.

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Jesus, we'll get a few more of them, huh?

At least you're not taking advantage of the situation, are you?

Nah, nah, he's right.

Hey, Bobby!

Huh?

What do you think of this place?

It's a fucking, fucking palace.

Woo! You wanna have Decatur's Christian in here?

Yeah!

Okay, fine.

Yeah!

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey.

What time is it?

It's late.

I know you're busy. I just thought I could

get you something to eat, bring it in for you.

Oh, thanks, but I think I'll just, um, call it quits, eh?

One sec, I'll just drop these off.

Yeah, sure.

Oh, hit the road, eh?

Bye.

I thought it was just another one of your bloody murders.

I thought it was, I mean, those little kids, they've been...

I'm gonna get this blood, okay?

Yep.

You don't think I'm gonna be

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Don't worry, Mommy.

I'll look after you, I promise.

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Lewis, what did you do that?

to eat.

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That's really lovely.

I'll see you later.

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Dakota Williams' christening was really Carl's coronation.

With the destruction of the Moran boys, he'd

become the most powerful gangster in Melbourne.

The King of the Crims.

But if he'd had a crystal ball that night,

he might not have partied so long and so hard.

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