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Tobacco accounts for
millions of deaths each year.

In 2006 in Australia,

the taxes raised from tobacco
were $5.2 billion

and the cost of smoking-related
illnesses to our society

was over $1 2 billion.

It's not hard to do the maths.

We're being slaughtered

and even people who don't smoke
are footing the bill.

Your mother sued tobacco giant
Gadstone Reilly unsuccessfully

before her death as a result
of lung cancer late last year.

Unsuccessfully because they
shredded evidence.

Allegedly.
No, Sandra. Actually.

And I have some news
about Gadstone Reilly,

or rather about Harlan Jeffries,

that your viewers
will be interested in.

You're talking about
Gadstone Reilly's CEO,

Harlan Jeffries,

who went missing a fortnight ago?

He's not missing. He's dead.

And you're saying you have
personal knowledge of this?

I do.

Mr Rickards, what makes you
so sure Harlan Jeffries is dead?

Because I killed him.

I'd been following him for some time,
waiting for an opportunity.

Then one afternoon he drove
to an abandoned factory site

out in the western suburbs.

What was he doing there?
I don't know.

I waited for him to get out of his car

and then I shot him, twice.

And then...?
I dug a hole and put him in it.

You don't seem too upset
by what you've done.

My mother is dead
because of men like Harlan Jeffries.

He was Gadstone Reilly -

a company so concerned
with their profits

they don't let a little thing

Like poisoning innocent people
spoil their day.

So what happens now?
Do I sign a statement?

What happens now is you start
telling us the truth.

Excuse me?

The thing is, Mr Rickards,
I've been in this job a while now

and I consider myself a pretty
good judge of character

and I don't think
you killed Harlan Jeffries.

Why else would I admit to it?

You're an activist, you need a headline.

You didn't shoot anyone.
This is just one big publicity stunt.

You're absolutely right.
THlS is about publicity.

My mother was killed
by Gadstone Reilly's products.

The only mention of her in the media

was the death notice
I put in the newspaper.

So, yes, I'm trying to
draw attention to the cause,

but I promise you it's not a stunt.

I killed Harlan Jeffries.

Mr Rickards, we can't
just take your word for it.

Why not? I'm telling you the truth.

We're gonna need to see some proof.
Like what?

Location of the corpse.

Guys.

It's him - Harlan Jeffries.

# I've been living a lie

# I get to the maker on time... #

Get in the car.

Get in the car now!

# Yes, I'm gonna live a long time

# And I'm gonna get what's mine

# You keep saying, "Just wait and see

# But I found out

# Where I wanna be tonight... #

Fast and clean. Shooters were gone
before anyone realised what happened.

Professional hit?
I reckon.

I got a few vague descriptions,
an ID on the car,

but my guess is it's stolen.

This was in the cab.
Bill Wright - heavy vehicle licence.

A long-haul truckie. No criminal record.

Home address - Perth, boarding
house. Spoke to the landlady.

All she could tell me

was Bill drove containers
from Perth to Melbourne regularly.

Melbourne address?
No.

Looks like this is the company
he worked for.

You're kidding me. Bill Wright?

So he was one of your drivers?

Yep, been driving for me
about three years.

He's a bit of a lead foot, but he always
got there on time...till today.

Sheree! You get in here, will ya?

Sorry, mate.

We're gonna need a driver
to replace Bill Wright.

Sure. Any reason?
Dead men can't drive trucks.

And grab me a contact list, will you?

And Mr Wright's personnel file
if you don't mind, please, Sheree.

Sure.
No, hang on, hang on.

She might not mind but I do.
What do you want with my files?

Well, a man was murdered, Mr Rankin.

And...?

Well, he was one of your drivers
and we need to know more about him.

I told YOU everything I know.

He was just another long-haul truckie.

You don't get gunned down for being
"just another long-haul truckie."

Was he in any trouble?

What's he
talking about, trouble?

Petty thieving,
disagreements with other drivers?

No, nothing worth speaking about.

I mean, they all seem to get on OK
whenever they see each other.

So there's been nothing
out of the ordinary?

No, nothing.

Look, I hardly knew this guy.
He just worked for me.

What about next of kin,
home address?

He was from Perth originally, right?
Yeah, that's right.

You know where he stayed
when he was in Melbourne?

No. Sorry, mate.

But I guess you can
take this, if you need.

What about you, Sheree?
Did you know Bill well?

No, hardly at all.

He seemed nice enough -
polite, smiles, you know?

What happened to him?
He's been murdered.

He was shot earlier today.

Did he have any friends at work,
people that he hung around with?

Uh, not really.
He...he was a bit of a loner.

All the long-haul guys are the same.

Used to their own company.
Yeah.

If you've finished your little chat,
I need to get back to work.

Very sorry about Bill, but I'm down
a driver. I've got a company to run.

No problem. We understand.

Thanks, Sheree.

Sorry for your loss.

Tea, not coffee in the afternoon,
otherwise you don't sleep.

Good memory. Thanks.
With soy milk.

Oi, Nick, how do I take MY tea?

Sorry, mate, I only remember
the important people.

This could be interesting.

Up until six months ago,
whenever he was in Melbourne,

Bill Wright stayed at
a cheap motel in Flemington.

What happened six months ago?

No more charges on his credit card
for accommodation.

Some of these guys
drive through the night.

Maybe he just headed back to Perth.

Fuel purchases show he stayed here.

Where was he staying?
In his truck?

- Maybe got a girlfriend in Melbourne.
- Possibility.

He also got himself
a pretty serious drug habit

judging by the amphetamines
we found in his glove box.

Family details from Perth -

he's got a 9-year-old daughter
from a previous marriage.

I knew there was something dodgy
about that Rankin bloke.

What?

He said nothing out
of the ordinary happened.

Yeah, nothing he could think of.

One of his trucks was hijacked
a few months back.

While he was driving.

Colin Rankin was hospitalised
after being bashed into a coma.

Must have slipped his mind.
Busy man.

So why didn't you mention
you'd been hijacked, Mr Rankin?

I didn't think it was a big deal.

Not a big deal? You were
in a coma for two days.

I've been in a coma. It's a big deal.

Is it normal practice
for the manager

of a company like this
to be driving?

It can be.

Driver doesn't turn up and I can't
find a replacement, I step in.

I'll be doing the same again

if you two don't give me
time to find another driver.

So what happened?

I'd just finished a burger and chips

at a truck stop
somewhere near the border one night.

I was getting back in my rig
when I got jumped from behind.

Jumped? How?

Someone was waiting for me.
I didn't see their face.

Hit me on the back of the scone.
That's the last thing I remember.

Remember what was in
that stolen load?

Mm, kitchenware.
Kitchenware.

$90,000 worth of kitchenware.

How did you know?
Said so on the manifest.

You didn't look?
Why would l?

I was just a driver.

Can't have been good for business,
losing a load like that.

What's any of this got to do
with Bill Wright's murder?

You want us to spell it out?

The man who took your kitchenware
wasn't your average thief.

He knew how to drive a heavy rig.

Bill Wright knew how to drive
a semitrailer, didn't he?

He also knew your routes

and probably had access
to your shipment information.

He also had
a methamphetamine problem,

thanks to all those
long hours on the road,

and a kid to support in WA,
so he needed the money.

So it makes sense that he was the one
that hijacked your truck.

Also makes sense
that if you found out,

you wouldn't be very happy with him.

But it was only kitchenware,
wasn't it?

What are you implying?

We're implying that there
was something else going on

that had nothing to do
with kitchenware.

You weren't happy about
your load being stolen.

You thought Bill Wright did it
so you decided to pay him back.

Yeah? Are you saying I killed him?

Where were you earlier today
between 1 0: 1 5am and 1 1 :1 5am?

I was right bloody here. You can
ask anyone else in this place.

Who the hell do you think you are,

coming into my place
and accusing me of murder?

You haven't got a scrap of evidence.

You call me if you think of anything.

What an arsehole.
Yeah. Pity he's alibied.

Easy to have an alibi when you get
pros to do your dirty work.

I'll meet you at the car, yeah?
Yep.

You want a hand with that?
I'm right.

Thanks.

You seem pretty upset.

Well, of course I am.
Someone I knew got killed.

Someone you knew pretty well?
Just through work stuff.

You get to know all the drivers.

But you got to know Bill Wright
better than the others, didn't you?

I didn't. I just liked him. That's all.

Sheree, you seem like a nice person.

The problem with nice people
is they make bad liars.

Now, we haven't been able to find out

where Bill Wright's been staying
for the last six months.

We thought maybe he was staying
with a friend...or a girlfriend.

Sheree, if you do know something

the best thing is to tell us
because we can help.

I'll call you later.
But, please, stop talking to me, OK?

Just go.
OK.

You reckon she's gonna call?

I don't remember leaving my number
with a woman and she didn't call.

When was the last time
you left your number with a woman?

What I want to know is
is she scared of Rankin

because he's a nasty piece of work,
or because he had Bill killed?

Could be time to find out.

Detective Freeman?

Sheree.

It's me. I want you to get him
for this and put him away.

Who's 'he'?

Sheree, are you there?
I'm here.

Do you know something
that could help us?

If I say anything,
he'll kill me. I know he will.

Look, I know you're scared,
but we can help.

Can you come in? We can pick you up.
No, not here.

I don't want him to see me with you.

Well, you tell us where and when.

Sheree, are you there?

I'm here.

Meet me after work.
I'll be home by 6:00.

Looks like you still got it.

Here she comes.

What's this?

Bloody hell.

Police!
Police!

Step away from the young lady!
Hands above your head!

We're from Customs.
Lower your weapons.

Hands above your head. Now!

Lower your weapons. We're from
Customs. I'm Agent Jack Ferguson.

You two, walk towards the fence,
keep your hands where I can see them.

Sheree, you alright?
Yeah.

I'm gonna reach into
my pocket and get my ID.

Alright, detectives?
Nice and slowly, please.

Are you two deaf?
Turn around and face the fence.

Yep.
We're from Customs.

We're here to take
Sheree Debney into custody.

Detectives Buchanan
and Freeman, Homicide.

I think you'll find she's coming with us.

Border bloody security.
Just what we needed.

Sheree was about
to cough up what she knows.

You watch - they'll use the old,

"Our operation is long-standing
and ongoing, " excuse,

try and take priority.

Oh, you worry too much.
Come on. Jarvis is on our side.

He'll put Customs in their place.

Don't tell me -
he's there the next day?

Didn't know you'd put him in
back, we thought he was in your lockup.

He spent the night in a paddy wagon

while we were in the pub
celebrating the bust.

Boys and girls,
Agent Jack Ferguson from Customs -

an old mate of mine
from too long ago to remember.

Give him whatever he needs.

Would you, uh, Like to bring
the troops up to speed?

Yeah, we've been watching

Colin Rankin's transport business
for over a year now.

We believe Rankin is using his trucks

to move illegally imported tobacco leaf.

Tobacco leaf. Bigger money
than carting kitchenware.

Colin Rankin transports
the tobacco from Perth

and then he moves it
to somewhere in Melbourne

where it's cut, turned into cigarettes

and then distributed on the black market.

What sort of money we talking about?

Tobacco's taxed at 70%.

An importer of chop-chop -
illegal leaf -

will pay 200 grand for a container,
another 50 grand to have it moved

and a bit more to have it cut.

That's a lot of cash.

Not when you consider
that on the street,

you can get between
$4 million and $6 million for it.

That's each load.

We thought people weren't
smoking much anymore.

Where does Bill Wright
come into all this?

We think Bill Wright
got wind of the smuggling.

He decided he wanted
a piece of the action

so he robbed Rankin
from right under his nose?

Correct.

Colin Rankin found out
Bill had done it and had him shot?

That's the theory.

Send a pretty clear message to other
truck drivers not to rock the boat.

And Sheree Debney?
Sheree and Bill were an item, right?

We think Sheree Debney is the one who
gave Bill the heads-up on the tobacco.

She runs the place for Colin Rankin.

If anyone knows how
the operation works, it's her.

And if anyone can link Rankin to the
murder of her boyfriend, it's Sheree.

We'll have first go at Sheree.

You can interview her after that, Jack.

As long as I can listen, that's fine by me.

We want to get Colin Rankin

for conveying and possessing
smuggled goods.

You get him for murder,
I'll smile for a week.

So the head of Homicide, Terry?
That's no mean feat.

Right place, right time, mate.

Right man for the job.

Oh, I just knew where
the bodies were buried.

They had no choice, Jack.
Don't give me that.

You may have everyone else fooled
with this larrikin behaviour,

but I know you've put in the miles.

Here we go - showtime.

How long had you
been seeing Bill Wright?

Just over seven months.

That's a long time in this business,
but we were solid.

He was gonna take me to Perth
to meet his little girl.

Do you know who killed
your boyfriend, Sheree?

Y es. It was Colin Rankin.

Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

Why?
I couldn't keep my big mouth shut.

Don't stop now, darling.

I figured out Colin was using the
trucks to shift something dodgy.

Kitchenware was just a cover.

I told Bill, he took a peek
inside the container

and came home grinning
from ear to ear.

What did he find?
Chop-chop.

Tobacco?
Yes.

Next thing I know
he's got this great plan.

Rip Colin off, steal the shipment
and make your own illegal fortune.

I tried to talk him out of it.
But that didn't work.

I thought it had,

then one day I went into work,
it was chaos.

Colin was in hospital. He'd been
bashed when his rig was stolen.

I knew it must have been Bill and
he made it look like a hijacking.

But Colin got suspicious.
He was so angry.

What happened to the tobacco?

I don't know.

Why are you telling us all this?

Colin killed Bill.
Maybe he's planning to kill me too.

Or maybe you persuaded Bill
to steal the shipment

and then when Colin came
baying for blood, you sold Bill out.

I wouldn't do that! I loved Bill!

Yeah, yeah, but money
changes everything.

Doesn't it, Sheree?
What?

You decided you didn't want
to share the money, had Bill killed

and now you're sitting on the tobacco,

waiting until the coast is clear.

No.

Sheree, the point is
everything you've told us so far,

it leads back to one person - you.

How do we know you're on the level?

I know about another murder,
a big one.

It happened a few months ago.
What murder?

I'll tell you, but you
have to keep me safe.

Please. He'll kill me. I know he will.

What do you know, Sheree?

That guy from the big
tobacco company that got murdered.

Harlan Jeffries?

Someone's already admitted
to the killing of Harlan Jeffries.

Well, they're lying.

I know who killed him.
Who?

I'm not telling you any more
until you promise you'll protect me.

She is spinning you a line.
She knows where the chop-chop is.

She seemed pretty straight to me.

Freeman, gut.
I believe her.

Everything she told us about
Bill Wright and Colin Rankin,

it fits the facts.

Alright, we'll put her in a motel,
get a uniform to watch her.

If this puts her in the mood
for some more truth-telling,

it'll be worth it.

Get back in there, Freeman.

Get me Kingston and Ryan
down here now.

Where's the fire, sir?

Listen.

I know Colin Rankin
had Harlan Jeffries killed.

You're kidding me.

I was delivering the payroll one night,

Colin was in his office watching the TV

and that anti-tobacco guy
came on the news

talking about killing the CEO.

He's dead because I killed him.

Colin didn't know I was there.

He started laughing.

He made a phone call on his mobile,
said he couldn't believe it,

someone was admitting to their hit.

That's why I told Bill
not to go ahead with the hijack.

If Colin could get someone killed,
I didn't want Bill to get hurt.

Anyway, Colin said
to the person on the phone

they wouldn't have to worry anymore,

some 'idiot' had taken
the fall for them.

This has gotta be crap.

Steve Rickards confessed
on television and to us.

He gave us the body.
But not the murder weapon.

Yeah, he said he threw it in the Yarra.

We had a dive team
in there for two days.

They came up empty-flippered. No gun.

Yeah, but, sir, we've got motive,
a body and a confession.

He's gotta be our man.

I still reckon there's something
dodgy about Rickard's confession.

And I think there's something
off about Sheree Debney.

I don't buy her damsel-in-distress act.

She knows too much.
Alright, that's enough, both of you.

Two murders, both because of tobacco.

It doesn't take much to follow
the smoking gun to the smokes.

Re-interview Rickards.
But...

Get on to Corrections now. I want
Rickards here first thing tomorrow.

Finally!

Thanks. We'll be right there.

They're giving us Rickards,
but we have to go and pick him up.

What? We spent half the night
processing the paperwork.

They can't even get
the remand bus to bring him over?

OK by me. The grumpier I get,
the harder I'll go this dickhead.

If he's lying, he's a good con artist -

might not be smart to play
all our cards from the get-go.

Meaning...?

Rickards has no idea why we want him.
His guard will be down.

We go in gently, pull a few threads...

And when that doesn't work?

Then we put the fear of God into him.

We wanted to check a couple
of things from your statement.

Can you tell us again what happened

to the gun you used
to murder Harlan Jeffries?

I told you. I threw it in the river.

What sort of gun was it, again?

An automatic.

What sort of ammunition did you use?

Just whatever bullets
came with the gun.

Well, did the gun have a safety?

I can't remember.

Automatics have a safety.

That's right. Y es, it had a safety.

Why are you asking me all this stuff
again? I've already been charged.

We have a witness who claims
to know who killed Harlan Jeffries

and they say that person wasn't you.

Well, they're wrong.
That's what I thought.

But we have to check these things

because if this lead
turns out to be true

and someone kills you in prison,

my boss is gonna have me put down.

Kill me? Who'd kill me?

Professional killers. That's who the
source says killed Harlan Jeffries.

That's why we thought
we better talk to you.

If professionals killed Harlan Jeffries,
your life could be in danger.

Professionals don't like loose ends

and they can get to you in prison
just as easily as they can outside.

Given what you've said,
we can rule out this other witness.

No need for protective detail.

Maybe some protection isn't
such a bad idea just in case.

How long have you been in remand?
Three months.

Yeah, you could be inside
another year or more.

We can't waste the resources.

But don't worry.

If you killed Harlan Jeffries, there's
no bogeyman waiting to pounce,

no need to sweat.

We're done. Thanks.
And thank you for your time.

Wait.

I didn't kill him.

I just took credit for it.

And why would you do that,
Mr Rickards?

I was going to kill him.
I mean, I wanted to.

I wanted people to take notice,
for my mother.

But when it came down to it,
I just couldn't do it.

You were willing to spend
1 5 years in prison to prove a point?

I was going to tell the truth
when I got to court -

all the media in one place,
maximum coverage.

How did you know where the body was?

Because I saw the men
who killed him, alright?

How

I followed him from work, Like I told you,

to that old factory site.

I watched him get out of his car.

I'd parked around the corner
and followed him on foot.

It was like he was waiting for someone.

I wanted to stab him - walk up,

Look him in the eye
and tell him it was for my mother.

But I couldn't do it.

I was just about to turn around and leave

when someone else arrived.

It happened so fast - "Bang! Bang!" -

and he was dead.

I freaked out. I hid down low.

Then I hear them moving around.

I grabbed my phone
and put the video recorder on.

Hang on. Let me get this straight.

You videoed the killers?
Yeah.

Well, where's that footage?

It's in a safe deposit box.
I was gonna show it at my trial.

Forget the trial. We wanna see it now.

Come on. Come on!

Let's go!

Stills taken off
Steve Rickards's mobile phone.

These men killed Harlan Jeffries.

And given the nature of the hit -
execution-style, two shooters -

it's a fair bet that
they killed Bill Wright too.

Names?

John and Malcolm Karlsen -
assault, standover, extortion.

A nasty pair from Western Australia.

What about Harlan Jeffries?
Where does he fit in?

Colin Rankin smuggles
the tobacco into town.

Up until now, we haven't been able
to work out where he gets it cut.

Gadstone Reilly.

Rankin needed someone inside
to turn a blind eye.

Who better than a CEO
to smooth the waters?

So why take him out?

Maybe Jeffries got greedy,
wanted a bigger cut.

Maybe he got cold feet, wanted out.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Look, innocent CEOs don't
get executed in broad daylight.

Go talk to the people at Gadstone Reilly.

Someone there knows why he was
the target for assassination.

Anna sends her love.

How's she doing?
Great.

When the task force wrapped,
she got promoted.

Really? Good on her.

Well, it means more desk work.
I think she misses those dawn raids.

Remember how she always had to be
the first through the door?

Here she is...with our daughters.

That's Alice and that's Charlotte.

Yeah, they're beautiful.

Thank God they take after
their mother, Jack.

Should have seen Anna's face

when I told her I was
working with you again.

A million questions -
"ls he married? Is he happy?

"Any little Jarvises running about?"

She wants a full report.

Maybe you can come over for dinner
when this is done,

we can all catch up.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

I never miss the chance
for a free feed, Jack.

Great. I'll let her know. She'll be thrilled.

Sir, we think we've found out

why Harlan Jeffries
was targeted by those hit men.

We spoke to the new CEO of Gadstone
Reilly at corporate headquarters.

Apparently before he died,

Harlan Jeffries told
one of the board members

that more tobacco was being cut

than was being converted into cigarettes.

Rankin's chop-chop.

He called a board meeting to discuss
"abnormalities in the machine area."

Jeffries wasn't
in on the operation.

He was gonna blow the whistle,
but Rankin got to him first.

So how come the board or this new
CEO didn't come forward?

They said they conducted
their own investigation

and all the machine figures
seemed kosher.

It seems they didn't want any bad press.

Any more than a tobacco company
usually gets, you mean.

We do have the name of
the floor manager at the factory.

If anyone would know about
dodgy machine figures, he would.

Go get him, then.

See you inside.

Mr Hagan?

Yep.

I'm Detective Buchanan.
This is Detective Mapplethorpe.

We were hoping to ask you
a few questions.

Knock yourselves out.

Mr Hagan, are you aware there
have been some discrepancies

reported in your area of the factory?

I'm aware that I've been
knee-deep in paperwork

for the last three months
for no good reason.

So your machines aren't
being used to cut illegal tobacco?

Not a chance. No, I run
a tight ship around here.

If there was something going on,
I'd know about it.

Ever seen this man before?

Nah, I don't know him.

Did the new CEO, Mr Burgess,
talk to you about discrepancies?

He wanted to see all the time
sheets, output reports, everything.

I swear, in this place,
more paper than a printing factory.

I showed him the lot
in duplicate and triplicate.

What did he find?
Nothing, not a discrepancy in sight.

Thanks for your time, Mr Hagan.
Any time.

Sheree tried to do a runner.

I stuck
my neck out for you, Sheree.

I know. I'm sorry.

I mean, I got you a safe place
to stay, people to look after you.

Look, I'm scared.
So you run away from protection?

OK, I'll go back to the motel.
I'll get a uniform to take you.

Got those checks
on Lou Hagan for you.

Some unpaid parking fines,
three demerit points on his licence.

Apart from that, he's clean.

He might be clean, but he's tied up
with Colin Rankin somehow.

We just need to make that connection.
This might be worth a try.

How you doing, Sheree?
Well, I'm alive.

But I'd feel a lot better if you
could put Colin Rankin behind bars.

Maybe you could help us.
You know this guy?

I do know him. He's a mate of Colin's.

Where have you seen him?

At work. He comes in all the time.
Lou something.

You're right, Lou.

You said if there was something
going on, you'd know about it.

But you don't just
know about it, do you, Lou?

You're the one who's been giving
Rankin access to the machines.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're the one that's been
covering it up, fudging the reports.

My paperwork might not have
always been up to scratch.

We got a load of Customs agents
out there with itchy feet.

They're just dying
to get into your factory.

Well, they won't find anything.

We just have to give them the nod

and they'll be in there
with their own independent audit

and inventory of the machines.

They'll find more than enough
to put you away.

So what's it gonna be, Lou?
You're in the gun anyway.

If you cooperate, we help you.
You don't, you're on your own.

It was supposed to be a one-off.

A mate of mine put me on to him.
I needed the money.

My daughter was getting married.

I wanted to give her a real good wedding.

All I had to do

was give Colin Rankin
access to the cutting machines.

That's it.

But he ended up wanting more.
Wouldn't leave me alone.

He mentioned my daughter, my family.
I didn't have a choice.

Then the boss started nosing around.
Harlan Jeffries?

Mr Jeffries was looking
at ways to cut costs.

He realised something was up.

He started talking about
audits and machine inventories.

I knew we were buggered.
So you told Colin Rankin about it.

I didn't know what else to do.

Then Harlan Jeffries was murdered.

By that anti-tobacco campaigner,
Steve Rickards.

Rickards didn't kill him.

But on the news it said...

But we think you know who did.

Don't you, Lou?

Colin said he just wanted
to talk to Mr Jeffries,

stir him up a bit.

He'd back off and we'd be able to
keep on going. So I set up the meet.

There's no way Harlan Jeffries
would have agreed

to meet Colin Rankin
in a deserted industrial area.

I told him it would just be me.

I said I had the real figures
relating to the use of the machines.

Which is why he called
the board meeting.

You lured him to his death.

Uh...when that Rickards guy
put up his hand for the murder,

I was so relieved,

but deep down I knew it wasn't right.

I knew it had to be Colin.

I'm so sorry. I'll do whatever
I can to prove it to you guys.

Mr Hagan, that file -

the one that has the real usage
of the tobacco cutters -

do you still have that file?

To pin Rankin to the murders, we have
to find a way to link him to the hit man.

That would make it open and shut.
I'm with you so far.

I think I've got a way.

I want to take Lou Hagan's
real inventories to Colin Rankin.

You want to take my key evidence
to the man it incriminates?

I take back everything I ever said
about your team being smart.

I want Rankin to think I'm bent.

You convince him you're on the take,
wear a wire, build his trust,

then get him to admit to ordering
the hit on Jeffries and Wright?

That'll never work.
Rankin's too smart by half.

Don't think we haven't tried
to put bugs on him in the past.

It'd take weeks, months.

Nice try, Freeman.
Hang on, sir.

I don't want Rankin to think
I'm bent so he'll confide in me.

I want him to see me
as an obstacle to his operation.

I want him to order another hit.

Let me get this straight.

You want Colin Rankin
to try and take you out?

No better way to flush out
the Karlsen brothers.

You want me to strip?

I've got nothing to hide.

I'm the one putting
my career on the line.

And that makes me wonder why.

Well, you're a smart man.
You should be able to figure it out.

I want to see the colour
of your money, Rankin.

You're pissing in the dark, mate.

From what I can see,
the cops have got nothing.

That's because I haven't
given them what I've got. Yet.

I don't believe you.
I've been doing my own digging.

I've got the cutting
machine inventories,

you know, the ones that show
just how much chop-chop

passes through Gadstone Reilly.

And I know about your mates in Perth,

the ones you get
to do your dirty work.

I don't know anyone from Perth.

I do.

What do you want?
1 00 grand, per shipment, ongoing.

In your dream time.

I don't think so.

This is cheap for what I'm offering.

Well? What are you offering?
Put your cards on the table.

To keep what I know about you
and your mates to myself.

1 0 grand per shipment.

I know how much you make
on these deals, so cut the crap.

It's 1 00 grand or I take
the file to my boss

and I get a nice little promotion

and you get a nice little prison cell.

Your call.

Another round?

Think I'll have an early one.

I got a feeling
tomorrow's gonna be big.

Sleep well, Dunny.

Better than Colin Rankin, I'll bet.

Yeah. Thanks, Nick.

See you, Jen.
See ya.

What?

You put Duncan up to this, didn't you?

Up to what?
The set-up.

The wire, the potential
shoot-out at the O. K. Corral.

No, but it's a good plan.

What? You're usually
right behind this kind of thing.

He offered Duncan
1 0 grand a shipment.

There's enough on that wire
to pull Rankin in now, tonight.

We could've cut a deal with him,
a legitimate deal.

But this way, we get Rankin
and his hit men - all three.

This way, we have Duncan out there,
alone, with a target on his back.

We've all been there, Jen.

Part of the job.

And you and I both know
how these things can go wrong.

Can't let that stop us.

Good. OK, great news.
Keep me informed. Well done.

Colin Rankin called Freeman.
He's got the money, wants to meet.

So it's on.

Wanna ride shotgun?
Just try and stop me.

Want some of my blokes on board?
Give me what you can.

Taking a bit gamble here, Terry.

Freeman's a smart operator.

Yeah, reminds me of someone
I knew when I was younger.

You tell Freeman he's anything
like me, he'll knock your block off.

Who says I was talking about you?

Ryan, I need you to take Kingston,
go and sit on Lou Hagan at his work.

He doesn't look like the target,
but we can't be too careful.

Sir.

Alright, everybody, Listen up.

Freeman's arranged the meet -
industrial site behind Bond Street.

Same place Harlan Jeffries
was shot and buried.

You getting the message, Freeman?
Yeah, loud and clear.

We've scoped the surrounds.

Putting three units here, here and here.

Team A - Mapplethorpe, Buchanan,
position yourselves on the west side.

Team B - you need to position yourself

with a clear eye line to this entrance.

I'll be with Agent Ferguson
and his Customs guys here.

Now, the two men we are
dealing with are pros

so everybody needs to be on their game.

No room for error.

How do we even know the Karlsen
brothers are gonna show up?

Because a bullet's a lot cheaper

than 1 00 grand a shipment,
indefinitely.

Watch Freeman's back!
He's gonna be a sitting duck.

Let's go.

MAN ON RADIO: This is
team B reporting in.

Go ahead.

We're in position, sir.

Team A in position.
The area's deserted, no sign.

Sit tight.

How you going there, Freeman?

Yeah, good to go, sir.

We've done a full sweep. It's clean.

No sign of Rankin
or the Karlsen brothers.

You know, I'd forgotten that
you and Anna used to see each other.

She reminded me last night.

Of course, given the amount
of skirt you used to chase,

it's not surprising I forgot.

He's late. I'm gonna call him.

Terry.
Here we go, boys and girls.

Sit tight, Freeman.

Any sign of the shooters?
Not from here.

Nothing this end.

OK, Let's make this thing happen.

He's completely out in the open.

They're not gonna kill him until
Rankin's sure Duncan's got the file.

Is that the file?
Is that the money?

I've kept the original.

He's going through with it.

Maybe he'll just pay the blackmail.

And where did you say
you got this from?

I didn't.

It's a pleasure doing business with you.

Maybe we've misjudged Rankin.
Maybe he CAN live with it.

I don't like it.
Something's not right.

Well, what are you waiting for?
A hug? Bye-bye.

What the hell, Jack?

- Car!
- Gun!

- Go, go, go!
- Police! Police!

Move in!

MAN 2: Drop it now!
Put your weapons down!

Drop it!
Police! Drop it now!

Police! Stay down!

Move in.

Police. Stay down!
DUNCAN!

Put your hands behind your head.
Duncan!

Duncan, come on.

- Hands where I can see them.
- Don't move!

Come on!

Stay down! Stay down!

Well, that went pretty well,
don't you reckon?

Duncan, I'm gonna kill you!

Well, what have we got here?
This looks like interesting reading.

I'll get someone
to read this to you in court.

He's all yours, Terry.

Wanna give him the spiel, Freeman?

Oh, with pleasure.

Colin Rankin, you're under arrest

in relation to the murders
of Bill Wright and Harlan Jeffries

and conspiracy
to murder a police officer.

I did not kill Harlan Jeffries.

I'm relieved to be out of prison

and apologise to
those people I misled,

but I am not a killer.

Tobacco is the real killer.

We found the shipment that
Bill Wright stole from Colin Rankin.

Hmm, Rankin will be peeved about that.

He's too busy trying to shirk the blame.

We're making arrests
all around the country.

Time to crack open the cigars.

You got a great team
there, Terry.

They're a credit to you, mate.
Yeah, they're a good mob.

I can't believe it's been 1 0 years.

Anyway, I called Anna -
she said it's not too late

for her to whip
something up for dinner.

She said she would love to see you.

Ooh, I don't know
if I can make it tonight, Jack.

I... I'm drowning
in paperwork here, mate.

Oh,come on, Terry. It can wait.

It's been years since you've seen Anna.

Yeah, it has.

You sure I can't twist your arm?

I'm sure.

Well, I'll let you get on with it.
But what about a rain check?

No rain check, mate. No rain check.

Not gonna happen.

Right.

I should probably get going, then.

Yeah. It's been great to see you, Jack.

Give my love to Anna.
Will do, matey.

# I've been
trying to make amends

# I've been trying
to choose a better plan

# I know I can't
change what's been done

# But I'll face up to it
I don't want to run... #

Sheree Debney's out of
protective custody. Gonna testify.

The Karlsen brothers are recovering
under guard in hospital.

They're pissed off Rankin led them into
a trap - they're happy to give him up.

Nothing better than
locking scumbags away.

Isn't there?

Don't stay too late, you mob.

Hmph.

# Can you

# Forget the past? #