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It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

Get us a top up, would ya?

Why don't you get it,
you lazy fucker?

You can work off some of the flab.

I like watching you do it.

Thanks, babe.

What?
Mark Moran's a sitting duck.

Isn't this
what you've been waiting for?

A chance to pay him back for
what him and Jason done to you.

Are you talking about knocking him?

Knocking him? Fuck me dead, toad.

No, I'm talking about wrecking
his business, sending him broke.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

You know, treating him like dogshit,
just like he treated you.

You had me going there for a second.

No-one treats you like dogshit, babe.

Do they?

What?

Nah, I was just pulling ya chain.
Pulling something.

You know what? I like it.
You do?

Yeah. Best idea I've heard all day.
What do you reckon?

Someone should've knocked
Mark Moran years ago.

Thinks he's criminal
fucking royalty.

Well, I've got 50 grand
for the guy that volunteers.

Hubba! Hubba!
You interested?

Nah, not me.
I don't like loud noises.

You like to hear a girl scream.
The one exception to my rule.

Why don't YOU do it?

You're the guy that wants it done.

Nah, it's not my area.
I'm a businessman.

You're supposed to be Action Man.

If you ain't got the balls
to pull a trigger, fat boy,

don't insult the guys that do.

I've been a bad girl.

I broke...

I broke Mummy's best cup and saucer.

That's very bad.

You need to be punished for that.

Ooh! Shit, Mark!

That hurt.

You're just lucky I like you.

I love it when you're here.

Don't use that word.
What word?

Mark, you know
I didn't mean it like that.

You start using it,

and next thing it's "When
are you gonna leave your wife?"

You know I'm not gonna
ask you that question, OK?

Better that we're clear, you know,
about everything,

so no-one gets hurt.

Sure.

Whatever.

You're the big gangster.
Danielle.

What?

Come on.
No, don't.

Give me a smile.

You're adorable, you know that. Hmm?

So, any bills due?

You better go.

Arggh!

What the fuck is this?

What are ya doing?

You're vulnerable, mate. I could
have shot you a dozen times.

You got no-one watching your back.

All I'm saying is, I'm available.

Even if I did need someone,

why am I gonna pick a glue-sniffing
crackhead like you?

Hey, that's bullshit.

I never, ever sniffed
that Tarzan's Grip.

When was the last time you ate?

I always wanted a labrador.

So, what are you
gonna do with yourself?

Have another ale, if I may.
With your life, dickhead.

How long you been out?
What, six months?

You're just drifting, mate.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
I've got a 5-step plan, mate.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Nah, you'd just pinch it, eh?

All you need to know is

I'm gonna carve out
me own slice of the action,

set up me own distribution network.

Step one -
set up bona fide contacts.

Now, how do I do that? By joining
your crew as a security adviser.

Mate, I don't need a bodyguard.

But come see me in a month or two,
I might be looking for people.

No, there's something wrong
with this gun.

Yeah, the fuckwit
pulling the trigger.

Well, give me some more ammo,
smart-arse.

How many times
have I gotta tell you, mate?

Too tense, relax and squeeze.

Yeah, I'll be closer on the day.

What if he makes a run for it?

Well, I thought the idea
was to hit him with a shottie first,

immobilise him,
then finish him off with this.

What if the shottie malfunctions?

Hey, the point is, you've got to be
comfortable with both weapons, yeah?

They've got to be like
an extension of your own body.

You know - bang! Bang!
Give us a go of the shottie, then.

Not until you get the pistol right.
Go again.

He got his thumb! You idiot!

How you doing, brother?
Good.

Good.

What's on your mind?
Mokbel.

You having sexual fantasies
about a hairy Lebanese gangster?

He's squeezing every other dealer
out of business.

We could be next.

What are the jacks doing about it?

Fuck all. If we want things fixed,
we do it ourselves.

Can it wait till I get out?

I don't know, Mark. Stopping guys,
that's not your thing.

I can handle it.
That's what I do, hmm?

You load the gun,
I'm the one that pulls the trigger.

Yeah, but you went fucking lulu
and ended up in here.

Mark... I'm asking you to wait.

What did you do to yourself, toad?

Shh! I'm concentrating.

Was someone leaning on you?
Someone trying to break your thumb?

Tell me, toad. I'll bite
their fucking balls off.

Slammed in a car door, alright?

Come home. Come and make me
some tea, Mrs Williams.

Whoo!

Plenty of room for all of us,
even Tony Mokbel.

If we don't stop him now,
he will force us out of business.

We're all making a quid.
Tony knows not to crowd us.

You don't get this party drug thing.
I get it. Don't worry.

No, it's not about coke and speed
and choof, and all that shit anymore.

Lewis, this is big,
and it's only gonna get bigger,

'cause every kid out there

thinks that swallowing an eccy's
like popping a vitamin.

There's a billion dollars to be made.

Yeah, yeah, I read
the Sunday papers too, mate.

Well, you think Tony Mokbel
wants to share it?

Give me one good reason
why we don't off him.

"Off him"? Are you mad?

Have you got your own deal
going with him?

Talk sense.

We lost the gambling,
we lost the parlours.

And now we're gonna lose our slice
of the biggest fucking pie of all time.

All you're gonna do is start a war.

I'm trying to do something
for the family.

What, destroy it?

If it was Jason, you'd listen.

Oh, here we go again -
poor bloody orphan Mark,

always getting the rough end
of the pineapple.

Oh, piss off, will you?
You're a bunch of fucking dinosaurs.

Don't try and be something
you're not, Mark.

Mark, don't...

Come on, Norman.

Come on, or I'll huff and I'll puff
and I'll blow your house down.

It's three o'clock in the morning.
Yeah.

Come on, mate. Come on.

Mate!

That's an even five grand
you owe me now.

Nah.

Hey, we're trying to make a profit
here, mate.

Come on, Rich,
it's not a drop-in centre.

You'll get it, mate.
I got a new gig, eh?

I'm chief of security
for Mark Moran, eh?

Nah, it's true.

I got big plans, mate.

I'm gonna take this town
by the scruff of the neck

and shake the shit out of it.

Hey!

The working girls who use the motel

reckon they saw a guy come out
afterwards

but he was wearing a balaclava.

Well, it was a professional hit -

shotgun to stop him,
pistol to finish him off.

Why? I mean, who'd want to do this
to a harmless goon like Mad Rich?

Do you really care?

According to his dealer,
he was working as your bodyguard.

You are joking?

Well, that's what he said.

You two have any kind
of business arrangement?

I haven't seen him in years.

You've had no contact with him
in the last seven months

since he got out of jail?

None at all.
Come on, Mark.

We both know that's a load of crap,
don't we?

Would not even recognise the guy.

Let's assume whoever's responsible
believed the rumours.

You got any enemies
we need to know about?

I'm a normal, suburban guy.

I don't care what sort of bloke
Mladenich was.

No-one deserves to die like that.

So if you've got any information,
let's have it.

Sorry, I can't help ya.

Richard Mladenich?
I never heard of him.

He's the bloke you abducted
in the boot, remember?

The abduction you're out on bail for.

Oh, yeah. That Richard Mladenich.

Oh, right, yeah. Now I remember.

You and me in the kitchen, Rocco.
Let's go.

So, here's the facts, Dino -

you're up for abduction,
deprivation of liberty charges,

and the victim was found last night
shot dead.

So where were you?
What time?

Between dusk and dawn.

I was with Rocco, at his joint
from dinnertime, watching telly.

So you didn't move for 12 hours?
Nah, we were stoned.

You got a problem with that?
What did you watch?

Just them ads - you know the ads.

'Telecafe', 'Abdo Master',
'Mr Biceps'.

Chuck Norris has a new range out.
He's doing, uh...

Wait a sec, wait a sec, yeah, yeah.

We went out to grab a shawarma roll
around two or three-ish.

Where'd you go for a feed?
Puckle Street, Moonee Ponds.

Except the shithole was closed.
That's convenient.

Not for us, we were starving.

Dino had to stop for cash.
He was well pissed off.

Are we done?
My Hawaiian's getting cold.

Mark, how are you?
Good.

What can we do for you?

Bloke I know's got a shipment
of coke coming in any day.

How do you know? Did he tell ya?

Got contacts on the wharves.
Nothing comes in without help.

How many K's?
Three to five.

Oh, piss-weak.
Why tell us?

Being public spirited.

And what do you expect in return?
Not a thing.

Alright, give us a name.
Antonios Mokbel.

And I happen to have his secret,
unlisted number.

Thanks, Mark.
No worries.

See youse later.

See you, Mark.
See ya.

I forgot to ask you, Mark -
how's business your end?

I'm a pastry chef, mate.

Yeah, well, would a pastry chef
have any use

for a cheap and reliable source
of precursor chemicals?

Sourced from where?

Ever heard of
the Controlled Delivery System?

We sell small quantities of pseudo
to street-level dealers

then follow the trails
back to the drug labs.

Are you gonna supply me
then arrest me?

No. I'm proposing
a different arrangement, Mark.

You get something for free,
I get to top up my super.

How does your partner
feel about that?

Who? Good cop?

No, I don't like to burden him
with too much information.

What the fuck you doing?!

Oh, fuck me.

What do you blokes want?

Senior detectives Parker and Love,
drug squad.

Would you mind popping the luggage
compartment, please, Tony?

You know what everyone's saying?
Mark Moran.

Who dogged on Tony?

Fuck.
Yeah, mate.

He's in tight with them drug squad D's -
Jeremy Parker, Vince Love.

What do you reckon?
Not bad.

Yeah, as long as the target's made
of polystyrene and doesn't move.

It's fibreglass.

Richard Mladenich.

He's been trying to muscle in
on other blokes' rackets

ever since he got out.

Drugs, standover,
even personal protection,

but everyone's been telling
the mad bastard to get stuffed.

Since when do we refer to
murder victims as "mad bastards"?

Well, everyone calls him 'Mad Ri... '
Not everyone. Not us.

Dino Dibra's cash card was used
at a Bank of Melbourne ATM

at Moonee Ponds
at 3:05 that morning.

Doesn't mean it was him.

Is there a security camera?
Yeah.

Request the footage.
Sure.

Excuse me, boss -

do you know a fella by the name of
Frank Benvenuto?

I am familiar with a third-rate
gangster of that name

who thinks he runs the central fruit
and vegie market, yes.

He was shot dead 20 minutes ago
in his driveway.

The Assistant Commissioner
wants you upstairs for a powwow.

Right. I want a full team
out there straightaway.

You alright to run
this Mladenich file on your own?

Sure.

He was bad, a bad boy.

He had to go away
to home for bad boys.

They took my little Richie.

They brought me back zombie.

Look, I'm sorry, Mrs Mladenich.

I didn't mean to upset you. I just
thought you may be able to help us.

Promise me you'll catch the killer.

Now, I can't promise you that.
You don't care.

No, it's not
that I don't care. It's just...

And... bring me photo.

Sorry, bring you a photo of what?

My Richard, dead.

Sorry, you want me to bring you a...
crime scene photo?

Mmm.

They're a Bosnian version
of a cabbage roll.

Very garlicky.
Mm-hm.

You know what that is -
big vampire problem in Bosnia.

Mmm.
Massive.

Right, well, tell Mrs Magwich
when you see her

that the cabbage rolls
were damn good.

Mladen-ik.
Mladen-ik. Mladen-ich.

Had an itch.

He's not coming to bed with us.

Thanks.

Sure this is a good idea?

You can stay in the car if you want.

Dino, just a few more questions, mate.

No, don't do that.
Get out of the car. Come on, mate.

Are you right? I'm a busy man.
Let's have a chat. Come on out.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

When was the last time
you saw Richard Mladenich?

I can't remember.

Here's what I reckon -

he changed his mind about testifying,
you thought you'd shut him up.

Are you arresting me? No.

'Cause you got no proof, 'cause
I never touched a hair off his head.

Are you familiar with
the contact trace theory, Dino?

Every murderer takes
a trace of the scene away with him.

Leaves a trace of himself
at the scene.

Next time I see you, you better
be wearing a bulletproof vest.

I'd describe him as "very dangerous".

Well, I'd expect you to use
the necessary force,

if you catch my meaning.

OK, thanks.

Well, so where do we do it?

How do I get Mark close enough,
you know, in range?

Where do we isolate him?

Knock on his fucking door!
"Hello, Mark." Boom! That's a plan.

He's gonna open up when he sees
a guy in a balaclava and overalls?

How about we set fire to his house,
and when he runs outside, boom!

That's even better.
That's a good idea.

Reckon we should do that.
I'm taking the piss, you dickheads.

So, just get the shottie out...

Freeze! Police!

Put your hands back.
That's it. Behind your back.

Up on your feet, come on!

Get in there. Get in! Get in!
You mongrel. You idiot!

Get in that car!

I hear you roughed up a suspect.
I never touched him.

Don't insult my intelligence, son.

You had a man beaten up
and you did it by proxy.

I don't operate that way.
None of my crew operate that way.

What makes you think you can?

In my book, it's a matter for
the Ethical Standards Branch.

I actually picked up the phone
to the ESB,

and I still don't know
why I put it down again.

This is your first
and only warning, son.

You bend the rules again like this,
you'll be back chasing stolen VCRs.

Won't happen again, boss.
Too right it won't.

Sit down.

I believe there was
an ATM security camera installed.

Dibra was clocked at exactly 3:05am
making a withdrawal.

He's not our man.

Why did you go hell for leather
after him in the first place?

Whatever happened
to keeping an open mind?

I thought I was keeping an open mind.

It's basic, I realise that.
That's why it's easy to forget.

Ask yourself how many hours
you've wasted chasing him.

What if you'd spent those hours
chasing other leads?

Well, I don't have any other leads.

Because you had
your Dino Dibra blinkers on.

Why do you think I left you
to run with this file?

Because I've got faith in your
instincts and your work ethic,

but not your methodology.

Alright. So, what do I do now?

Tenacity. Thoroughness.
Professionalism.

You go back to square one.

Re-interview Mladenich's dealer.

Talk to those girls
in that motel room.

Check his phone records.
Talk to his mates. Talk to his enemies.

Keep asking questions,

and eventually you'll ask a question
that'll give you an answer.

How are you?

Fucking fantastic.

Ahhh! Oh!

Shit.

What's this?

To make up for being
such a prick last week.

Oh, my God.

They're gorgeous.
You like 'em?

Yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you.

Am I forgiven?
Yes.

I will never
use that bad word again.

A bad girl needs to learn
to live by the rules.

She does.
Yes, she does.

Otherwise she might get a smack.

Buy you anything you want soon.

Really?
Yeah.

It was beautiful. Got him cold.

Three kilos of pure Mexican
in his boot.

He's out on bail,
but he'll do two years for sure.

I wish you could've seen it.

Didn't I say to fucking wait?

Are you listening to me?
Problem solved.

Problem solved?

What happens when he sends
his brother or cousins after ya?

Who's gonna watch your back, Mark?
Everyone knows you dogged on him.

You don't think I can deal
with a bunch of Lebs?

I'll cut him in if I have to.
That's not the problem.

The problem is getting you and Lewis
to see the big fucking picture.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Fuck!

Well, we all know what we gotta do.

Shit!

One, two, three. Go.

OK.

Nice and easy so you don't come off.

Skaifey's got the jump.

Come on, Brocky, you can do it.
OK.

Nice and easy.
Don't come off the track.

Almost, almost. You're nearly there.

Come on.
Skaifey's smashing ya.

I know! But I'm stuck.

Who wants mini drumsticks?

Me, please.

There you go.
Thank you.

Your mobile's beeping at me.
Thank you, Mum.

Don't go out again tonight.

Hang on.

Steve.

You wanted to make a statement
about Richard Mladenich's death?

Yeah.

Well, shoot.

Vince, it's me. Where are ya?

Well, you know everybody's
saying he's working for Mark Moran?

I actually heard
he's working for the Phuongs.

The Phuongs?

P-H-O-U-N-G.

They run a car rebirthing scam
out of Thomastown.

Anyway, I heard that Richard
was their number one driver,

but I also heard he had this private
deal going on with Wally Shevchuk.

You know Wally the Chook?

The Ukrainian guy that runs
the amphets out of Lalor.

Chickenshit!

Alright, alright, alright, alright.

What?

What are you wasting my time for?

What do you mean?

You come down here telling me
these bullshit stories, Dino. Why?

You wasted a shitload
of my time, mate.

Now you know what it feels like.

Anybody call for me?
No. Why?

Some prick's winding me up.
I'm gonna put the bins out.

Hey... leave it till the morning.

Come and have a spa with me.

The kids are in bed. We can play.

Wanna run the spa?

Back in a sec.

Oi!

Piece of piss, mate!

Hey, mate, you got any Lambrusco?
Lambrusco?

Yeah, Lambrusco.
Sure.

Come on.

Go, go, go, go, go!

TV's not saying it's him, but it's
outside his house, so it's gotta be.

It's gotta be. Fuck!

Did you hear what I said?

Mark Moran was murdered tonight.

Yeah. No, we saw that on TV.
Figured it must have been him.

So, where's your partner gone?
Carl home?

Yeah.
Can I come in?

Carl?

Looking relaxed.

We were just saying,
you know, what a tragedy.

You know, lovely young bloke
like Mark cut down in his prime.

Where were you tonight, Carl?

Say, from about
seven o'clock onwards.

I was having a bite to eat
at the Hotel Terminus, Camberwell.

On your own?
With a mate.

Left about 8:45.

Grabbed a bottle of plonk
for my missus.

Cabbed it home by about half-past.

This mate of yours can confirm it?

Know anything about Mark's death?

Nope.
You have anything to do with it?

Nope.
Did you pay to have him killed?

That's enough. Get out of my house.

You want me to have
one of them gunpowder tests?

You mean a gunshot residue test?

Just had a shower, have you, Carl?

At approximately
eight o'clock last night

underworld figure Mark Moran
was gunned down outside his house.

A member of
the infamous Moran family,

Moran was murdered in a manner
police say bears all the hallmarks

of an underworld execution.

As yet there are no witnesses
to the shooting,

but police are appealing to the public
who might have information

to contact Crime Stoppers.

You be strong for me, love.

Moran women gotta be strong.

Jason!

Look at what they did.
Come on.

Put him down.

Mark... thank you for everything
you did for me

and for our family.

Your beautiful smile and face
I will never forget.

You were, and you always will be,

the most important person in my life.

Mark, you have deeply touched
everyone

who came into contact with you.

And we have all lost
an integral link in our family.

Goodbye for now.

And I will see you again.

I love you, brother.

This is just the beginning.

I will never forget.

We don't have any serious suspects, Mrs
Mladenich.

We don't even have any leads.
I'm sorry.

It may be related to the murder
of a man called Mark Moran,

though we're not sure.

He sent me flowers.

Who? Mark Moran did?

Yeah. I threw them in the bin.

He...

...criminal.

Yes.
Nothing will help.

My Richard is dead.

The file stays open.

You bring photo?