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There would be no
Gerry Matticks

without the West End gang,
the Irish mob.

In the last three, four decades,

there would be no Irish mob or
West End gang

without Gerry Matticks.

26 tons of hashish
found at the Port of Montréal.

Québec police force
investigators

determined it belonged to
a group of suspected

drug traffickers known as
the Matticks clan.

It did look like
it was going to be game over

for the Matticks.

The Crown's evidence was
unbelievably strong.

Gerry turned to me and he said,

"If youse guys don't win,
youse dead."

The chain of evidence,
the chain of possession

of the evidence,
they screwed up.

I think they were incredibly
determined to convict them

because... because they planted
evidence.

They really wanted to get
the Matticks brothers.

From the time Gerry and
Richie Matticks are arrested,

to the collapse of their trial
in 1995,

they spend a pretty quiet year
behind bars.

But it was far from quiet
outside in the streets

of Montréal.

You have an explosion

of a deadly biker gang war

for control of the illegal
drug trade.

There was 160 murders at
the peak of the biker war.

We were overwhelmed at one point
until we got great informants.

Dany Boy Kane was
a career criminal,

but he was also the most
successful informant

in the history of law
enforcement in Canada.

And Dany Kane will lead to
the takedown of top leaders

of organized crime in Montréal.

♪ I drove by the place where
we used to live ♪

♪ I learned how to forget but
not to forgive ♪

♪ My kindness was weakness ♪

♪ So I'm forgetting
the forgiveness ♪

♪ Of the dirty work ♪

♪ Yo put in the work ♪

♪ Oh those were good times ♪

♪ Yo put in the work ♪

♪ Those were good years ♪

♪ Those were good times ♪

The biker war was to gain
the control

of the drug trafficking.

It was Hells Angels
against anybody

that was dealing drugs in
the same territory.

The Hells Angels wanted to take
control.

While U.S. Hells Angel leaders
were in favour of the war

initially, by the late 90s,

they began to sour on the idea

relatively fast.

The Hells Angels in the U.S.

were worried things could blow
back on them.

To have this much bloodshed

and media attention,

and frankly, the belief coming
out of the United States

was that Mom Boucher couldn't be
controlled.

That they had created a monster.

That Mom Boucher with his big
fucking mouth,

you know,
and causing so much trouble,

thinking his shit didn't stink,

and then treating people
like shit.

He was a bad person.

He was a bad person right from
the start.

You can't treat people the way
he treated people, right?

Eventually,
it's going to blow up.

It's December,
1997.

The big event is the arrest of
Maurice "Mom" Boucher.

Everyone is shocked

that the Hell's Angels leader is
arrested.

Police
arrested Boucher in connection

with the murders of two
prison guards.

Diane Lavigne was shot and
killed in June.

Pierre Rondeau was ambushed
while behind the wheel

of a prison van.

Maurice Boucher was
betrayed by associates

who participated in the prison
guard murders.

Maurice Boucher was hoping

that no one would make a deal
with a prison guard killer.

But it didn't work.

Stéphane Gagné made a deal with
the government.

Stéphane Gagné participated in
the murder of the prison guards,

which practically guaranteed
Boucher's conviction.

Prosecutor Charbonneau tried to
convince the jury that

you could not commit such an act

without Maurice Boucher's
approval.

When Boucher gives an order,
you listen. He's the boss.

You had a
defence lawyer

who basically tore the Crown
witness,

Stéphane Godasse Gagné,

one of the shooters, to shreds
because he was a street kid.

He spoke in this heavy joual.

He had pulled the trigger.

He admitted he pulled
the trigger.

So why would the jury believe
him in the first place?

And there was no attempt by
the Crown

to back up what Godasse
was saying.

Boucher paid spectators

to get out of their seats so
the Hells Angels

could sit in the front row and
stare at the jury

to intimidate them. That is a...

That's... that means... Chilling
to think about it.

I spent most of the trial
sitting next

to Normand Robitaille of
the Hells Angels.

And they would all sit,
leaning forward,

staring at the jury.

So in the end,

what would have been in it for
the jury

to convict Mom Boucher?

So he was acquitted,
and the judge

just let him walk out of
the prisoner's dock.

Just like that.

He was
the big catch

for the police anti-biker squad,

but Maurice "Mom" Boucher
got away.

I was standing on a bench,

and I had my tape recorder out.

And I was the first person
he knocked over.

He just plowed through
the crowd.

His buddies were
there.

They celebrated,
shouting and high-fiving.

Ask the
cops!

They insulted the police
who were frustrated,

disheartened, defeated.

It was difficult for society
to accept

that Maurice Boucher had been
acquitted

of murders that he'd
undoubtedly ordered.

I'll never
forget Maurice Boucher's face,

walking out of the courthouse
when he was acquitted.

Boucher was so confident
that he was going to get off,

that he made a promise
that he was going to be out

on Friday night and attend this
championship boxing match

at the Molson Centre. And
sure enough,

he was at the Molson Centre,
and he came in,

and took a seat in
the front row.

Mom Boucher shows up at
the boxing match,

and he gets a standing ovation
from the people

welcoming him as some war hero.

They think he's some type of
Robin Hood.

He was sort of a showman.

He had a following and
he played to it.

I've always been fascinated by
Maurice "Mom" Boucher

and Gerry Matticks.

Maurice "Mom" Boucher,

poor francophone guy

from the east end of the city.

Gerry Matticks, poor Irish guy

from the English part of
the city.

It's the two solitudes of crime.

But they have something
surprisingly in common,

because they both come from
disregarded neighbourhoods.

They claw their way up through
the criminal world

to become respective kings of
their own empires.

And then they're put on trial,

and one after another,
they get acquitted.

I thought it would be very
interesting

to speak to Gerry Matticks after
he was acquitted.

And I approached his lawyer and
asked if it was possible.

And I found myself going off in
the lawyer's Porsche

to the country and western bar
that Gerry owns,

a place called Mickey's.

It's this dark place

with smoke, and Tiffany lamps,

and a lot of men,

waitresses with big breasts.

This was where Gerry Matticks
held court.

He just showed a lot of
largesse,

you know, just calling for round
after round of drinks.

He was drinking gin,
a lot of gin.

I think he thought that this was
a good opportunity

for him to try to rehabilitate
his reputation.

THE KINGS OF MONTREAL'S PORT

The West End gang had been
accused of bringing in

tons of cocaine,
so I asked Gerry

what his involvement was in
the drug trade.

He just looked at me and
he gestured,

made a grand gesture around
the room and said,

"Look around here,
look around this room.

Do you see any drugs here? There
are no drugs here."

That was, to him, the proof
that he was not involved

in the drug trade.

I think he was trying to say

that he's made a success of
his life,

he's a successful businessman,
he's a good guy,

he gives money away,
he gives food away,

he supported the community.

Whether it was a church roof
that was leaking

and nobody could fix it,

or turkeys that would go missing
off a truck

and everybody in the point
ate well.

So they may not be saints,

but they are there for
their community.

Did you ever
think that you did that in part

to balance the other side of
your life?

No, it has nothing to do with
my other life,

it's just what I wanted to do.

Kids didn't know
that Gerry Matticks

came with that truck. They said,
here comes Johnny Claus,

that's it. That's all I wanted
them to know,

to be happy, you know?

People do the math,

and they come up with
a street value

of a couple hundred million
dollars in a year

and they say,
where is all that money?

I didn't make that money

because I didn't do all those
things, you know?

And anyway, I want to stop
talking about this now

because it's my crime life.

Let's forget about that now.

Gerry Matticks hated the story
I wrote about him.

That's what his lawyer told me.

Nothing happened, you know,
my car didn't blow up or...

or I didn't think that he'd want
to take out a journalist.

I've
been shot.

Where?

- At the Journal de Montréal.
- Your name?

Michel Auger.

This was
Michel Auger on Wednesday,

lying on the pavement with five
bullets in his back.

In The Journal's newsroom,

Auger's desk is now
cordoned off.

He's been a fixture on
Montréal's crime beat

for nearly 30 years.

On Tuesday,
he broke yet another story

about Montréal's biker gangs.

MESS AMONGST THE KINGPINS!

In North America,

there's a no-touch order on
members of the press.

Because of how many bullets
he took,

it was a practical miracle
that he even survived.

Auger was writing often on
the Hells Angels.

Did he write something
that they didn't like?

Did they want to scare people
around the system? Probably.

Human beings for them is
nothing.

Don't interfere in
their business.

You'll pay the price.

REVOLTING!

Investigators also found
a hit list

that the Hells Angels had
that was naming journalists,

law enforcement,
members of the government.

And without a doubt by
this time,

people are starting to wonder,

is Québec becoming something
along the lines

of like a cartel-controlled area

like you had in Colombia or
places in Mexico?

The RCMP had picked up my name

on a surveillance line
that they had

covering some meeting of
Hells Angels.

So I did have concerns,

because these were people
who were very violent.

Mom Boucher and his bloodlust

had really gone over the top

and was on the warpath to kill

not just combatants in his war,

but public servants.

And that's how off his rocker
Mom Boucher was.

He was a sociopath.

He could convince himself that
it was the right thing to do,

even if that meant killing
a judge,

or killing a prison guard,
or killing a reporter.

By 1997, Maurice "Mom" Boucher

is winning his war against
the rock machine.

The Hells Angels are becoming
increasingly powerful

and increasingly rich.

Everything's going
well for the Hells Angels.

Their drug business is thriving,

the money is pouring in,

and they've grown so big

that they have a seat at
the grown-ups table.

They're respected.

Even the top brass in the Quebec
police force

didn't believe that one day,

the bikers would sit down with

the West End Gang or
the Italians.

It's well known, the Italians
equal Mafia and godfather.

It's big.

And the West End Gang was
untouchable.

They were secretive. It was
a reign of terror.

People were terrified of them.

These guys will
do whatever they can to take
power.

And it makes for a landscape

where alliances and friendships
and rivalries

are always shifting.

Gerry, at one point,
there's evidence,

he helps co-sign the mortgage

for Maurice "Mom" Boucher on
the South Shore.

He even gave money to
Maurice Boucher's son Francis.

They, in a strange way,
become friends,

if not colleagues,
and certainly business partners.

Gerry's control of the port
would prove instrumental

when the Hells Angels decided to
move directly

into importing cocaine.

The Hells Angels don't just want
to make money

selling the drugs that the mafia
is bringing in.

So they go down directly to
South America

and start dealing directly with
the drug lords.

The bikers
wanted to step in as importers.

And once you have that link with
the producer,

you don't need
a second-hand person.

You can go directly. That's what
they wanted to do.

One less person to pay. Simple
as that.

And so in June 2000,
we see an amazing event.

Vito Rizzuto,
the godfather of the mafia,

always nattily dressed,

he's not a guy who's riding
a motorcycle

with leather jackets,

has to sit down at the table

with these greasy bikers.

They agreed to set the price of
a kilo of cocaine

at something like $50,000.

$50,000 on the street.

No less than that.

$50,000. And they agreed.

They went by what
the Hells Angels were saying.

Maurice "Mom" Boucher,
this poor guy from East End,

Montréal, um,
and the Hells Angels,

who were errand boys,
delivery boys for the mafia,

are now equals with them.

And that shows how much
the political map

had changed in Montréal.

Now the West End gang,
they too begin to say,

why are we just operating
a toll gate

when we can make much
more money?

Instead of just taking a cut,

we control the port,
we could bring in the drugs.

So starting in 1999,
a West End gang associate

named Luis Lekkas and
John McLean

start making trips down to
Colombia.

Lekkas was their close
associate.

Matticks has great
confidence in him.

He was close to him. He was
close to him.

He was really reliable for him.

The first importation was
2,300 kilos.

At the end of the last seven
importations,

the last one was 9,000 kilos.

These are guys, you know,
from the West End of Montréal,

and they're driving around in
army jeeps,

machine guns. I mean,
this is the stuff

of Hollywood movies.

So again, you see the monopoly

that the mafia once had is
beginning to break down.

The West End gang and
the Hells Angels are greedy,

hungry, and they become direct
drug importers

and traffickers.

The cocaine shipments were
still coming in

fast and furious. But from a law
enforcement perspective,

the Wolverine squad
wasn't making

the headway that they had
anticipated.

And that was causing a lot of
problems and headaches.

In law enforcement, we tend

to stretch investigations.

We won't settle for the kilo.

We want the mother load.

At the same time,
they're growing,

and they're coming out of like
wild mushrooms.

And that's why we were
overwhelmed at one point,

until we got great informants
that spoke of police work

investigations without
informants going nowhere.

We found out the good
guys, the law enforcement,

they had some really valuable
confidential informants.

Um, guys that were feeding them

real-time information

from the highest levels of power

in Rock Machine and
the Hells Angels.

One of them being Dany Kane,
Dany Boy.

Dany Kane is a troubled biker.

He wanted to be a biker,

but also kind of wanted to
be a spy

and work for the police.

At one point, he decides,
he literally picks up the phone

and calls the RCMP and says,

"I'd like to speak to somebody
about, you know,

being an informant."

And he's a terrific informant

because he's moving up quite
steadily

in the biker ranks.

Dany Boy Kane was
the right-hand man

of one of the most powerful
Hells Angels in Canada.

That whole time, Dany Boy is
working with the government

and getting paid to go

right from a meeting of
Hells Angels bosses

to talk strategy in the war
against the Rock Machine,

and a couple hours later,
he'd be in a debriefing room

with the police.

So Dany Kane was living
a double life.

He had a wife and kids in
a suburb,

and meanwhile,
he also had a gay lover

who was a Hells Angels biker.

And he started wearing a wire
for the police.

When something
comes up at the table,

the table handles it.

This time,
you took care of it...

Dany Kane allowed us to
videotape

what they called the mass
church meetings

in the city of Montréal

to install technical support

to videotape them,
to record them.

He was introducing us to
the system itself,

so it was priceless for us.

He was doing a lot of things
that if he got caught doing,

he would have been killed
on sight.

He was under tremendous amount
of emotional stress

because he was struggling with
his sexuality

in addition to this double life
he was leading.

Dany Kane
committed suicide

August 7, 2000.

Basically,
he gassed himself in the garage,

and that was quite a shock
for us.

Their golden boy,
this informant

who's going to help them take
down the Hells Angels,

is out of the picture.

The police investigation is
collapsing.

It forced us to sit back and
think outside the box.

When investigators
begin going through the things

that he left behind, they found
a diamond in the rough

that would become the linchpin
to the whole case.

Just a few weeks before Dany
committed suicide,

he was with Normand Robitaille,
the high-power member

of the Nomads.

And Normand was going to
a meeting,

so Dany was left behind,

and he left him with
his fanny pouch,

in which most of the time,
they would carry their guns

and documents and whatever,

like wallet, pager, cell phone,
and anything.

Members would not go to
any meeting

with any electronic device.
That was a rule.

THE PHONE IS ENEMY #1

And in that pouch was a sheet
of paper

with different columns,

different names, nicknames.

The documents showed clients
with amounts.

One of the names I recall
was Beef.

At the time,
we didn't know who it was.

We're talking millions of
dollars.

We didn't know where it was
going to bring us.

We focused on the sheet

and different civilians
that we had,

and one of the addresses
that came up

was 7415 Beaubien Street.

We spent hours and hours there,

days and nights,
trying to see what was going on

inside the building.

We were seeing people walking in

with either bags or boxes,

and leave with empty hands.

What was in those bags,
we didn't know,

and we didn't know if
those people

were a direct link with
our case.

And one day in the afternoon,

I saw Robert Gauthier on
the balcony of Apartment 503.

First time we tried to have
access to Apartment 503,

it took three nights for
the locksmith guy

to make the key.

We entered the apartment

to find out that the apartment
was empty.

Nobody was living there.

There was a couch, table,
chairs, a bed,

but you could tell there was
no food,

nothing in the fridge,
and there was a closet

where there was tons of bags,

gym bags, plastic bags.

So within a few days,

we were able to install
cameras inside

and we were able to record
as well.

People would come in in a bag,

they would leave the bag,
they would have a brief

conversation with
Robert Gauthier.

We could see that Robert was
writing something

on a piece of paper,

placing that piece of paper
into the bag,

and the person would leave.

But then the technicians were
able to install a microphone.

At first we thought
the microphone was broken

because the sound didn't make
any sense to us

because it was all...

It was all...

And at one point it stopped,
and we heard,

"There's $2 million on
the table."

That's how we realized
that it was the counting machine

that was running.

Non-stop.

They had millions of dollars
to count.

Upon searching the place,

I discovered in the bedroom

a big safe about four feet high.

The amount of money in the safe
could vary from

$100,000 to $4 or $5 million.

And I remember one day,
it was all stacked properly,

really neat inside.

When I opened it up,

it all collapsed because it was
so tight,

so I had to replace everything
properly.

The investigation revealed
that in an eight-month period,

they made $100 million profit on
cocaine alone.

The police realize
that this is where

the money is delivered

and withdrawn,
hence the name "bank".

You deposit and you withdraw.

We saw people
coming in, empty hands,

and leaving the building
with boxes.

We had one guy showing up,
goes in,

comes back with a dolly,

on which there is three boxes.

We knew we were looking at $1.5
million.

We knew it was a supplier.

Who that supplier was,
we didn't know,

and we took a chance.

Let's follow the boxes,
see where we go.

The person that showed up
that day, he was the money man.

This is the guy to follow.

I'll never forget,
he stops at a store.

He walks in.

He spends probably 15,
20 minutes inside

talking to the clerk there.

And he's got three boxes.

We're looking at $1.5
million minimum

in the back of his truck.

So the Wolverine squad
is tailing this car

from the Nomad's bank.

They don't know where
they're going.

Eventually, they follow this car
to a ranch, a cattle ranch.

Turns out to
be Gerry Matticks' place.

The nickname of the supplier
was Boeuf.

Gerry Matticks is also involved
in the meat market.

Within days, I managed to put my
hand on the account again.

And sure enough,
the account Beef

was deducted for that amount
of money.

Boeuf was Matticks.

Gerry Matticks and Mom Boucher
during the biker war

worked closely together.
They were friends,

business associates,
mutual respect.

They had a relationship in terms
of the rackets

where it was mutually
beneficial.

You know, Gerry Matticks was and
is a godfather.

He needs no introduction.

And he's looked at as a titan of
organized crime.

You know, he is the opposite of
Mom Boucher in a good way.

He's understated. He's low-key.

But when push came to shove,

both Gerry Matticks and
Mom Boucher

could be ruthless and gruesome
in their behaviour.

There was a biker named
Louis "Melou" Roy,

a member of
the Hell's Angels Nomads,

who was making his fortune by
undercutting

the set price for cocaine,

$50,000 per kilo.

Melou had to be eliminated.

June 24th,
he went to a meeting,

never came out.

The meeting was to get rid
of him.

And he ended up in the meat
cruncher

at Matticks' place.

It's hearsay for me,

but that's what Lekkas declared.

I mean, it's awful.

You wouldn't kill a dog like
they killed him.

After Salvatore
Cazzetta went to prison,

there was a handful of leaders
that took their shot

at trying to captain the war
against the Hell's Angels.

In 1997,
a guy named Freddie Faucher

became the president of
the Rock Machine.

Fred Faucher could see
that the Rock Machine

was losing the battle with
the Hells Angels in Québec.

And one way that he thought
they could bolster their forces

was to align themselves with
a bigger biker gang,

the Bandidos,
which was globally,

the biggest rival of
the Hells Angels.

The Bandidos was a major
biker club

and had gone international
really early on.

It was based out of
Houston, Texas,

and was founded by ex-U.S.
Marines.

Fred Faucher invited
the leader of the Bandidos

to Montréal to meet about
joining forces,

and the Hells Angels had
surveillance footage

of this meeting,

and they did not like this
potential development

because, of course,
the Rock Machine was their rival

and was now trying to
join forces

with their biggest rival
globally.

I had approached Rizzuto to do
something, yes,

I did approach him.

And his answer was,
"How do you deal

with guys holding guns?

How do you sit down with
these guys?"

You know, they hate each other
with a passion.

He didn't want to deal
with them,

but he had no choice,
because he had pressure

from everybody,
from businessmen.

Let us not forget,

Vito was at
a street-level mafia.

There's the corporate mafia.

He's got to answer to them.

Understand? The mafiosi's with
the ties,

behind a desk,
they're also in politics...

They go to him,
"What's going on?"

So he's got to answer,
so he had to take a decision.

He wasn't much of
a decision-maker.

He was a person that would get
people together.

There's a difference. Talk
it out.

So I think that's what happened.

The meeting they had on
Crescent Street

at the restaurant Le Bleu Marin.

They called the press

and got footage of them sitting
together

and toasting together,

and putting an end to the war.

Now, the war didn't really end
at that point,

even though it looked like
it was gonna.

The peace summit was between

the Rock Machine and
the Hells Angels.

The Rock Machine didn't exist
anymore.

They were the Bandidos.

And the Bandidos didn't want to
end their war

with the Hells Angels because
they viewed it

as a sign of weakness.

They were fighting multiple wars
on multiple fronts.

So if the war was going to be
stopped,

it was going to be up to law
enforcement.

Police, police!

March 28th, 2001,

the launch of
Operation Springtime.

Operation Springtime was one
of the biggest,

most consequential cases in
the history

of Canadian law enforcement.

And did effectively, you know,

end a war that cost 200 lives.

For Springtime,
we had 2,000 officers.

To this day, it's been
the biggest takedown ever.

A massive
operation.

Police officers arrest all
the Nomads,

as well as their foot soldiers,
the Rockers.

It was gigantic.

And of all
the arrests,

all the busts of these Québecois

French Canadian bikers
throughout the province,

there's Gerald Matticks.

Irish guy from the West End.

You know, who gets swept up

in this huge crackdown

because Gerry Matticks is
the Beef.

Finally, everything
paid off.

The creation of the Wolverine
task force

managed to gather enough
evidence

to charge them not only with
drug trafficking,

but with murder.

Lekkas wasn't built to be
a criminal,

he didn't have what it took.

He was terrified of being
incarcerated,

or killed by Matticks.

He was really
scared.

And he tried to commit suicide.

He began to fear

that Matticks really didn't care
about him.

And he began to fear for
his future.

And he became an informant.

Mr. Lekkas, do you
recognize anyone in this video?

Yes, it's me.

Do you remember
what was in the box?

Yeah, it was a
box of money.

Do you have any
idea

how much money you were
carrying?

When I used to
go to the apartment,

it was usually $500,000 at
a time.

You explained that
you were an importer.

Was that a one-time thing?

No, we imported
seven different importations.

And you were
associated with Gerald Matticks.

Did you, Mr. Matticks or any
other of your associates have

a network for distributing these
products?

No, we didn't
have our own network of
distribution.

We had different people
that we sold to,

namely one was Norm Robitaille.

He was a Hells Angels.

Other than Normand
Robitaille,

did you ever meet any other
Hells Angels?

I met Mom a
couple of times.

You've been talking
about Gerry Matticks.

Did Mr. Matticks go by any
other name?

Well,
Mom used to call him Beef.

Some people went to be cops.
Some people went to be judges.

Some people went to be lawyers.

And some people go the other
way, whatever,

you know?

Gerry Matticks is
sentenced

to 12 years behind bars.

Meanwhile, his longtime pal,
Maurice "Mom" Boucher,

is about to stand trial for
a second time

for the murder of
the prison guards.

I did two profiles of
the prosecutor,

France Charbonneau.

And she was determined

to retry Maurice "Mom" Boucher.

She went to the appeal court and
she got it done.

And this time,

the Crown had learned
its lesson.

Whenever Stéphane Gagné,
the Crown witness,

said something,
she would back it up.

The jury said,
"Guilty, 25 years."

And he was gone.

They now know that they can't
attack the system,

and that if they do,
it will fight back.

What happens to
every single leader of these
gangs?

How long do they really last?

They all went to prison,
or they all got killed.

You know what I mean? Every
single one of them.

Every single one.

Maurice "Mom"
Boucher is on his way to jail

to begin serving a life sentence
for first-degree murder.

Mom Boucher, he just lost it.

The power got to him.

You don't attack law enforcement
or a judicial system.

That is one of the most
stupidest things you could do.

I'm surprised that his peers
didn't eliminate him.

You can't treat people the way
he treated people, right?

Eventually,
it's going to blow up.

He lived his final years in
prison as...

not a member of
the Hells Angels anymore.

They kicked him out. They pulled
his badge.

During the trial, I testified
over three weeks straight.

It was tough. It was hard. But
as a police officer,

your final exam is in court.
That's how I see it.

It was a very
ambitious theory.

The bikers are part of
a criminal organization

whose goal is to take over
territory

and to eliminate
the competition.

They said it clearly.

There was audio and video
evidence

in which the bikers were saying:
"We're at war,"

and exchanged firearms.

Therefore, they were aware

that murders were being
committed,

that Rock Machines had to
be killed,

to take over their territory.

So, they were all guilty.

They all participated in
attaining this goal,

they all contributed to
the common fund.

It was like a pirate ship:

if you're on board,

you're as guilty as the one
who pulled the trigger,

or the one who planned it.

It turns out
that we had a great file and
solid evidence.

I'm thankful I was able to
deliver as a witness.

When it comes down to
an investigation like that,

it's a matter of, do your case,
I'll do the time.

Do it right, I'll do the time.
I was told that many times

by Mom Boucher, for example.

Do your case, I'll do my time.

Everything comes full circle.

And although Salvatore Cazzetta

resisted joining
the Hells Angels

back in the 80s,

when he came out of prison
in 2005,

he decided to become a part of
the group

that he was so opposed to
joining.

The Hells Angels
reorganized.

They said, "Go ahead and sell on
our territory,

but you have to give us a cut."

- "How much are you selling?"
- "An ounce."

"Buy it wherever you want,
but give us 10% of the profit."

And once in a while,

they'll check if you're really
selling an ounce.

If you're selling two,

that won't work,
you'll get a visit.

That's how it's done now.

They no longer touch the drugs,
import them,

stash them or deliver them.

All they do is collect what
they're owed.

It makes them harder to catch.

Gerry
Matticks ended up serving nine
years

of his 12-year sentence.

He's finally released in 2010,

but under strict parole
conditions

for four years,

forbidding him from going to
his old stomping grounds

at the port.

By 2014,
he can do what he wants,

but Gerry Matticks really never
recovers,

never becomes the King of Coke
he once was.

A prominent figure
in one of Montréal's

criminal gang organizations
has died.

Gerald Matticks was the alleged
leader of the West End gang.

Members of his family...

Writing an op-ed about
Gerry Matticks was strange.

And the majority of responses on
the Globe's website was,

"Why are you giving this kind
of coverage

to a drug dealer?"

It's right here.

I decided to come because
I do feel

that it's saying goodbye
to an era,

not just a man.

It does feel like a closing
chapter for me,

to see Gerry there. Not quite
diminished,

but still,
to see him in a casket is...

is weird.

It's almost like, I mean,
you didn't really think

that Gerry Matticks would
ever die.

That's all.

After the Biker War of most
powerful

mafia in the world,

more members of the mafia were
here in Canada.

All the biggest mobsters

that had the only ties with
the elite, I'm talking now,

from the 70s and up,
were in Montréal.

They weren't in
the United States,

because there,
you're going to go to jail,

it won't be 32 months.

It might be 3,200 years.

So where do you settle? Canada.

Of course they'd take advantage
of the Biker War.

Of course,
the eyes were all on the bikers,

everything was,
bikers were to blame.

Everything that happened was
the bikers,

they played their cards right.

Following the Bike Award,
Vito Rizzuto

became the John Gotti,
that's it.

He flourished.

When I arrested Vito Rizzuto
with my partner Nick Milano,

we obviously,
like any other procedure,

we placed him in the back seat
of the police car

and we had a ways to go,
so we would talk,

small talk and everything.

And I'll never forget what
he said.

He says, "You know, guys,
you're making a big mistake."

He goes,
"When I leave this city,

it's going to be total chaos."

And he was absolutely right.

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