"It's a jungle out there." "It's a jungle out there." "It's a jungle out there." "Ecstasy was the magic pill." "It had the power to make everyone rich." "Every punk on the street was a dealer." "Every nightclub bouncer thought he was Mr Big." "And Jason Moran, he thought he was the king of them all." "But he had no idea there was another would-be king working away secretly to dethrone him." "I'm gonna be a bloke that makes so much dough," "I can buy a chick like you whatever she wants." "I'm doing me own presses, Roberta." "Using the Morans' rig?" "You fuckin' little hooter." "Carl Williams, you don't look like much, but you've got balls, haven't you?" "Hey, mate." "How's it hanging?" "Kinda busy, actually, Rich." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." "Well, why don't you give us a cut and I'll help youse out?" "No, no, she's right." "Oh, come on, mate." "Hey, Bruno." "How are you going?" "Mate, on Wednesday I left 550 pills here, yeah?" "Right." "You were gonna sell them for $23." "Hmm." "Three bucks a pill for your commission." "And I'm here to collect the other $20, right?" "It's 20 bucks a pill." "Do the maths, right?" "I done the maths." "Dino, no-one's buying, mate." "Why not?" "What are you telling 'em?" "Mate, I'm telling 'em the price." "Listen, at $23, you're out of the game." "That's crap." "Dino, the streets are full of some other shit, mate, going for 12 bucks." "You know, personally, mate, there's nothing I can do, mate." "Do you think I'm gonna let you pocket the lot?" "There's fucking nothing to pocket." "Are you serious?" "11 grand, Bruno." "It's mine." "I need it." "Don't fucking dog on me." "Don't you call me a dog." "I'm not a dog." "Understand?" "I'm not a fuckin' dog." "Hey!" "So, you and Bruno worked together a lot?" "Sure." "Tonight both you guys were on the door from what time?" "Since about eight, probably." "So, did he seem nervous to you?" "Anxious?" "Nah." "Was he in any trouble or get into any fights lately?" "Not that I recall." "Well, you're sort of right next to him pretty much all the time, yeah?" "Oh, yeah." "If you say so." "It's not if I say so." "You're the one who said so." "Yeah, if you say so." "Is he gonna pull through?" "Look, Willie, come on, mate, just give me a description of who was involved here." "Look, mate, I wish I could help, but I can't." "Hey, bozo, where is it?" "Excuse me, sir." "I dunno." "What do you mean, "You don't know"?" "You said you'd keep an eye on it." "It was 15 metres away." "Sir, I said excuse me." "Look, about an hour ago," "I parked a blue XK8 Jaguar convertible right there." "It's a $200,000 car." "Oh, I love Jaguars." "Oh, I just love Jaguars." "Do you wanna go home or come inside?" "Can I come inside?" "Can I?" "We're at your house, dummy." "No, no." "I mean, if I could find a big enough condom somewhere." "Um... yeah, OK." "I mean, I don't normally do this, but it's just been a weird night." "Look, no pressure." "If you don't want to, that's fine." "You know, while you were gone, when you were getting the car," "I was waiting outside the restaurant, thinking, I don't even know what you do." "I'm a used car dealer." "How else am I gonna get wheels like this?" "So, what do you want?" "Want me to take you home or take you to heaven?" "Bruno Berlozzi, he's a nightclub bouncer." "He was shot to the cheek, lodged in his brain, took one in the shoulder." "So, he's unconscious but alive?" "Yeah." "Can't help you, then." "Yeah, well, look, there's a chance he may croak this afternoon, in which case we'll have to call you anyway..." "Yeah, but I don't work for the nearly-Homicide Squad." "So, until he's actually dead, it's your investigation, not ours." "Who's top of your list?" "Well, Jason Moran." "Any particular reason or just because?" "Well, he was at the club." "Does he have a motive?" "Well, does he ever?" "Look at this, will ya?" "Now, somebody's opened their car door onto this vehicle, chipped the duco." "They don't bother reporting it." "This is how rust starts." "Any security camera footage?" "Yeah, there's some, but nothing that shows the shooter, though." "There's a few blokes milling around, but no-one we recognise." "Try the Drug Squad." "Steve Owen was still a general dogsbody detective, but he was busting to get into the big league and mix it with the gangsters." "When's Jason's trial for that King Street thing?" "Eight, nine weeks away." "Yes, we don't think he'll get out of it." "I'm sure he thinks he can." "OK, here we go." "So this is the camera angle from outside the club." "And there's Bruno about to leave the frame." "I'm assuming he's going over the road to argue with the shooter - who we never see." "And there's Willie Thompson." "I guess they're both dealers." "Well, they are associates of people known to be in the amphetamine business." "But how much they actually deal..." "Right." "OK, so Bruno's shot there." "And there's Willie, the other bouncer, who claims he didn't see anything." "And this other bloke, here in the hood, who just seems to be hanging around Willie." "What do you think?" "It's Richard." "Richard?" "Right." "So who's Richard?" "Freeze." "This is a raid." "Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow." "Freeze, freeze." "Hold your fire." "What the hell are you doing?" "It's 'Star Wars'." "The force was with me." "Get it?" "We've got 200 rounds of ammo pointed at you, and you pretend to attack us." "You should have seen your face, but!" "Oh, what's this, Rich?" "I don't know, Your Honour." "I was in there digesting some literature, and these gentlemen come in and knocked me door down." "Then I come in here and there's all this stuff I've never seen before." "God's honour." "You blokes are out and out goat rooting' bastards." "You're on the Moran payroll, aren't ya?" "And Mokbel's." "What?" "And they can do whatever they like?" "But you come in here." "You frame up a hard worker..." "Where were you last night, Rich, around midnight?" "Out of it." "Sin City nightclub, maybe?" "I wouldn't have a clue." "I met Mark Moran down the Prince around seven..." "Someone shot Bruno right in front of you." "Well, I categorically deny that." "We've got you on video, mate." "We know you were there." "Bullshit." "Wouldn't look anything like me." "Actually, it does, Mr Mladenich." "Nothing a haircut wouldn't fix." "What, did you choose that tie yourself?" "You've got a new girlfriend, have you?" "Rich, mate, why don't you just give us a name, huh?" "You're on parole, mate." "And we've got you for possession." "So be sensible." "OK." "Yeah, alright." "I'll give youse a name if youse promise to leave me out of it." "What is it?" "Elmer Fudd." "Thanks." "Sorry." "You must be Rocco." "Yep." "I'm Shelley." "Hi." "OK." "Well, I guess I'll see you later." "'Bye, Dino." "Yeah, whatever." "Where did you get the car?" "Bullshit!" "Hey, call her up, if you like." "You screwed that chick nine times in one night?" "It'd fall off, wouldn't it?" "Amyl nitrite and Viagra, mate." "Bloody wonder drugs." "Any news on Bruno?" "Nothing... yet." "Except he wasn't bullshitting." "Yeah." "I thought he was, you know." "I thought he'd sold the lot and just taken the cash." "The word is, he hadn't." "There's a lot of cheap shit on the market." "That's why our stuff isn't moving." "Maybe it's not about drugs at all." "Do you reckon?" "It could be another standover thing." "Or a car stealing racket or something." "Yeah?" "Owen." "Yes, mate." "No, that's great." "No, do not approach anyone, OK?" "They've found the Jag." "Listen, I'm gonna try and get permission to get a listening device put in it." "Just follow it for a while." "Whoever's got it could be linked to an attempted murder, OK?" "Good on you, Ben." "Thanks, mate." "Bruno Berlozzi died about an hour ago." "So, he's dead?" "Boohoo." "Bastard." "Hardly sold a bloody pill all weekend." "We know why, though." "So, someone's undercutting us." "So what?" "Isn't there an endless demand for this stuff, huh?" "Tell me I'm not going fuckin' crazy in the head here, yeah?" "I mean, that was the whole point." "That's the reason we forked out, what, 80 grand for a press, yeah?" "Back in an hour or so, OK?" "Yeah." "Keep an eye on the kids?" "What?" "Your children - they're inside." "They're about this big." "Can you keep an eye on them?" "Yeah, they're fine." "Just piss off." "Where were we?" "Cheap eckies." "We charge $25 for ours, the cheapies are going for $12." "What would you buy?" "Well, who was it?" "Mokbel?" "Or the bikies." "Or Radev." "Who knows?" "Who shot Bruno?" "Mladenich saw it but he's not telling anyone, either." "So, these cheapies, anyway, I mean, whoever's doing it, do you think they're trying to seriously take us on?" "Is that what it's about?" "Whoever it is, it doesn't really matter." "Just gonna have to sort 'em out, hmm?" "How we handle it depends on who it is." "I don't give a fuck who it is." "Huh?" "This is costing us a fortune." "I've got a family to think about, for Christ's sake." "And this fuck... this fucker  is takin' our fucking cash - fuck!" "Calm down." "Alright?" "Cheap shit car, fuck." "Rocco, this is Nik Radev." "Nik, Rocco Arico, a good mate of mine." "Are you taking us down, Nik?" "Are you taking me down?" "We should have picked up 10 or 11 grand last night." "Do you think if I cleaned up I'd be standing here?" "Maybe." "It's just like you to make a shitload of cut-price tabs." "Blame everyone else." "Cut the crap." "It's either you or the Morans or Mokbel." "No-one else is making eckies in any sort of volume, right?" "You call me liar?" "All I'm saying is some rat, somewhere, is making all the fucking money, and we're starving." "Do I look like I'm smiling to you?" "I dropped three times that." "We dropped 11 fucking grand last night and we're up the shit creek." "If you're the one that's been putting all this cheap shit..." "Hey..." "I don't rip anyone off, Dino." "And if you repeat that again..." "I'll kill you." "And you, monkey." "$2,000 - that was the deal, right?" "You heard about Bruno?" "It's getting too hot, Carl." "I'll go through with what we agreed, but I'm out after this." "OK." "Thanks, Willie." "This is unbelievable." "Wanna slow down a bit from now on, though." "Nuh." "Nuh, we're on our way, Carl." "The horse has bolted." "You got the money." "And this buys you control, see?" "You control people with money." "It's how the whole world fucking works." "And look how much you just got yourself." "I am gonna love..." "living' with you." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Have you told Dean about us yet?" "Oh, fuck." "I knew it was something." "Oh, and remember he's a mate of Jason's, yeah?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "So don't piss him off too much, alright?" "Yeah." "Alright?" "Hi, honey." "It's me." "No, I'm with Carl Williams." "No, CARL Williams." "He used to go out with Trisha Moran's sister." "Yeah, that one." "Look..." "I want a divorce, OK?" "Yeah, 'cause... he's a great root and you and I just aren't in love anymore, yeah?" "Do you want me to go on?" "No." "Well, why?" "No, why start talking now?" "What's the point?" "No, Dean, it's too late." "It's too fucking late, alright?" "Yeah." "Hey, are you alright?" "Yeah." "You did that for me?" "Yeah." "It'll be alright now, OK?" "Prick." "Just you and me." "You don't need to worry about him." "Yeah." "Love you." "So, to summarise," "Homicide has now inherited an investigation where we have no firm idea who did the actual shooting, nor what it was all about." "And neither Thompson nor Mladenich can recall anything." "On the one hand, Jason was there - known to be an unpredictable thug." "On the other hand, Rocco and Dino are now driving around in a car stolen from the crime scene." "Which could have been stolen an hour before." "Possibly." "You won't get anywhere without surveillance." "Yes, but surveillance on whom?" "We haven't got the manpower to put it on everybody." "Well, Dino's got the car." "Yeah, but Jason's got the form." "What about the Drug Squad?" "Have they got any theories on what this might be all about?" "If they do, they're not sharing them." "And that'd be right." "Well, if we are gonna let Dino and Rocco drive around in a stolen Jag, we have to apply to get surveillance on them." "It's the only way I can justify it." "And we have to be bloody careful." "And it can't go on for too long." "Alright?" "Steve, have you got a minute?" "Yep." "Someone has suggested that you come over to Homicide and do temps for a few months." "Are you interested?" "Yeah, sure." "I mean, yeah, that'd be great." "Thanks." "Very good." "You little beauty." "You bloody knew." "Well... someone had to suggest it." "Some people just know when they've found their niche." "Still make mistakes, of course, but the job suits them." "And Steve was finally where he belonged." "Mario." "Hey, Lewis." "Hey." "Do you know where Mick is?" "Ah, Mick is out and about." "What?" "Did you want a word?" "No, no." "Just the boys have got a bit of a problem." "But, ah, it's probably something I can deal with myself, actually." "Business?" "Yeah, yeah." "Someone's undercutting them." "Selling really cheap stuff all over town." "Sorry, mate, I can't help you." "No, appreciate it." "Hey, Lewis, has Jason talked to his lawyer this week?" "Should he?" "I would." "See, the OPP have got another witness." "You know, with this mess in King Street." "Apparently they've tracked down some African bloke who was there." "Right." "Do we know where he lives?" "In Africa." "Fuck." "Yeah, so it's gonna make it pretty tricky." "So, if I was Jason, I'd put some serious thought into organising a character witness." "Oh." "Like who?" "Well, someone of good standing in the community." "This is what Mario reckons." "You know, well known, respected." "Someone who's prepared to stand up in front of a jury and swear blind what a gentle, peace-Ioving family man you are." "Right." "Yeah." "Look, I'll leave that one with you, I reckon." "In the meantime, I'll see what I can do about your other little problem." "Thanks, Dad." "So, there's this big batch of amphets selling at 12 bucks a pill." "Yeah, I heard." "Is it yours, Tony?" "Yes or no?" "No, mate." "It's not me." "Undercutting just upsets people." "Creates bad feeling." "It's not me." "I'm a good guy." "Jason and Mark are pretty upset." "I know." "A lot of people are upset." "You've gotta get 'em to calm down." "It's probably just some kid out in the suburbs doesn't know the business." "That's all." "It's gonna work out." "No need for fireworks." "I'll ask around." "Are you right to get the coffees?" "Yeah, yeah." "But it's a loan, not a shout." "You owe me three bucks fifty at 5% compound interest, starting... right now." "Oh, jeez, you're a tight-arse." "Me?" "All square?" "Yeah." "Let's do this again some time." "I've just heard you're in the nightclub scene." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "And my thing is, see, I can make the stuff." "But I need some mates to help me get it out to the punters." "So you need a distribution manager?" "Exactly." "So, if you've got some time tomorrow, maybe we can meet somewhere quieter." "See if we can get a deal together." "Hey, fat boy." "Fuck you, Jason." "You keep your fucking hands off my best mate's wife, alright?" "G'day, Mick" " Carl." "We met here once before - with me dad." "Yeah, I remember." "Yeah." "Well, here we are again, yeah." "Well, it seems that way." "Yeah." "Yep." "He uses his feet pretty well, don't you think, this fellow in the blue?" "He's very elusive." "Yeah, I think these are the sort of fighters that," "I mean, if you've got some speed on you, then, well, it doesn't hurt, does it?" "Why are you ripping us off, Jason?" "What the fuck are you talking about, Dino?" "The Russian and me are both getting undercut." "We figured it's gotta be you." "Is that right?" "Yeah." "You owe me 11 grand, Jason." "How about blowin' it out your arse, dickhead?" "!" "Hey, hey, hey." "I've got it, Jase." "Hey, you take on the Morans, you take on all of us." "That includes me." "And you wanna get your head smashed in, just keep going the way you're goin'." "Smart arse." "Hey, you don't have to leave just because I'm leaving." "Oh, no, no, no, no." "The best part of the night's over anyway." "Some good up-and-coming juniors, though, yeah?" "Oh, yeah." "Did you ever see Andrew Veniamin fight before he broke his leg?" "The best I've ever seen." "What was it - under-15, under-16 junior heavyweight?" "Now, you probably know most of what I'm gonna tell you." "Correction" " I'm sure you know." "But just indulge me." "Here at Homicide there is only one way we do things - by the book." "If you wanna behave like a cowboy, you move to Queensland." "I don't like the humidity." "The aim here is to search for the truth - whatever that may be." "I'm not interested in convictions based on shonky evidence." "P-T-T - professionalism, thoroughness, tenacity." "Those are our watchwords." "Well, welcome to Homicide." "Thanks, boss." "Would you like a shortbread?" "I baked them myself." "Hey." "Hey." "Have you got the bug up and running in Dino's house yet?" "Nearly." "What about the T.I. On the mobile?" "Yeah, yeah, they're active." "Now all we've gotta do is wait." "Did you get the shortbread?" "Yeah, look, I know, the bloke's a treasure, right?" "But he knows what he's talking about." "There's only one way to do things around here in Homicide," "Steve Owen, and that's... by the book." "Hey, hey, hang on." "Something's coming through." "Jeez, it's really clear." "Where did we get this gear - the FBI?" "Is it Dino?" "No." "It's just the bloody radio." "Well, if he's not home, where is he?" "I dunno - trawling for chicks, movies." "What do other drug dealers do during the day?" "# There were 10 big gangsters sittin' on a wall" "# 10 big gangsters sittin' on a wall" "# And if one big gangster... #" "Stand back, Rich." "Drop that fuckin' screwdriver." "I just finished fixing' that." "Stick 'em up, prick." "Mate, 50 bucks that cost me for a hinge and a new lock, and I bought a screwdriver." "Shut up!" "Get over there." "What are you doing, Dino?" "Getting our money." "What?" "!" "How much money do you reckon I've got, you Italian fruitcakes?" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Worth 11 grand?" "Dino..." "Ta, mate." "Oi, you pay for those, mate." "Hey, where do you think you're going?" "Hey." "Hey, mate, back here." "If you're gonna put it with petrol..." "Shut up or die, pickle brain." "Ow!" "Hey, Rocco." "How the hell did you think you could beat us, Rich?" "Fuck!" "Was that just like the movies, or what?" "They're back." "Except why do they build a car with a lever to open the boot from inside?" "What's the point?" "Who cares?" "We smashed it now." "Oh, you prick." "Come here." "It sounds like they're having sex." "What have you got?" "What have you got?" "Come on." "What did you get from his bedroom?" "Dunno." "He had fucking, ah, $300." "Chuck in what we had in the kitchen." "What have we got then, $360, $370?" "Yeah." "Well, mate, it's a start." "We've got the upper hand now." "We call the shots." "Either Jason pays up, kill the madman." "What?" "Are they talking about Bruno?" "They've kidnapped Mladenich." "What?" "When?" "Now." "Right now." "He's in Dino's boot." "What?" "Who the hell is gonna pay a ransom for Richard Mladenich?" "You've gotta be joking." "What the hell is this?" "Do you wanna see Rich again?" "Why?" "Give us 25 grand and we'll let him go." "How about piss off?" "We're serious, Jason." "We're down 11 grand thanks to you." "And unless we get our money, Rich has had it." "Alright, alright." "Two things." "Number one" " I had nothing to do with it, you fuckin' idiot." "Number two" " I don't care what you do with him." "He hung up on me." "Prick!" "He's hung up on them." "What?" "Hang on, hang on, wait." "Let's just think for a sec." "Think for a sec." "We've gotta find someone who's gonna give us money for him, right?" "There's gotta be someone." "Doesn't there?" "What's going on?" "Dunno." "They're trying to think of their next move." "If Dino starts talking about shooting Bruno, we've got him." "Yeah, and if Mladenich suffocates in the meantime, we're gone." "Oh, come on." "He'll be fine." "He's bound and gagged in a boot." "It can't be any worse than sharing a cell with 'Chopper' Read, can it?" "Did he?" "Yeah, over a year, when he was 16." "Oh." "Now, come on, boss, we have to let this run." "One mention of Bruno, that's all, and we've got Dino for murder." "I'm sorry, Steve." "You're gonna love this." "They called Mokbel." "Reckoned he might give them 25 for a hit." "On Mladenich?" "Yeah." "He wouldn't, of course." "Now they're stuck with a bloke no-one wants either way - dead or alive." "Are they still talking, though?" "No, Rocco's gone out to get some food." "And some other bloke's come around - Carl someone..." "What?" "Carl's in on this too?" "No, no, no." "He's here about something else." "They've gone out into the backyard." "As much fun as we're having here, it's time to break this party up." "To the rest of us," "Carl was just one of dozens of shadowy figures on the periphery." "But for Steve, he was already something more." "I like working with you, Dino." "So I'm thinking about 10 G a month?" "How's that sound?" "You'll pay me?" "Yeah." "If I want you to stick with me," "I've gotta look after your cashflow, right?" "So, instead of me selling you a bag of pills, let's agree on a monthly retainer." "Then I supply you with pills and we split whatever you sell 'em for." "It's easy-peasy." "Everyone's happy." "Mr Dibra?" "Yeah?" "Jacqui James, Homicide." "I've just got a couple of questions for you about last Saturday night and the shooting of Bruno Berlozzi." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah, Bruno." "Great bloke." "Lovely guy." "I just wanna say what happened to him was tragic and shocking." "I sincerely hope you nail the bastard responsible." "Do you mind taking your eyes off my vagina?" "Also, about that Jag parked in the driveway..." "A mate left it here." "Great." "Did he leave the keys too?" "You fuckin' dickhead." "You've got the fuzz here, you fuckin' shit." "Alright, Dino... do you have any information you'd like to volunteer with regards to the fatal shooting of Mr Bruno Berlozzi?" "No comment." "Right." "And on the evening of this shooting, were you, at any stage, in the vicinity of the Bar 20 Gentlemen's Club?" "No comment." "Do you recall on that night being in the company of a Miss Shelley Knight of Elsternwick?" "Oh, yeah - several times." "Nine, I think it was." "Did you drive her back to your home in a blue convertible Jag, which you stole from outside the Sin City nightclub?" "That's a record for me, by the way." "And was this the same Jag that you used in the abduction of Richard Mladenich?" "No comment." "Well, did you ask him why he did it?" "I mean, kidnapping someone in broad daylight in the middle of Melbourne." "I did, actually." "I reckon I could guess the answer." "Oh, yeah?" "I mean, statistically, the real impetus for that sort of behaviour goes back to family dynamics." "I mean, it indicates a lack of affection and security." "He was probably the youngest child." "Always fighting to be heard." "Sorry, no." "He needed the money?" "Well, that's what I think." "But it's not what he said." "Well, maybe it was that he secretly didn't want anyone to pay the ransom, because his real plan was to keep Richard bound and gagged so that he could play out a whole range of homoerotic fantasies." "Well... no." "But you know what?" "In a funny sort of way, you're closer than what you think." "Just tell me this, Dino." "A kidnap in broad daylight in the middle of St Kilda." "What's all that about?" "You know men." "I guess I've just watched 'Reservoir Dogs' too many times." "Right." "Mr Brown?" "No." "But a Mr David Brown does live at these premises?" "No, mate." "Not here." "We have a summons here for a court appearance in regards to 11 traffic offences." "And his address is listed as 34 Hayden Place." "Oh, this is 34A Hayden Place." "Yeah, you've got the wrong address." "Mate, what exactly is going on in here?" "Oh, nothin' much." "Thanks to Carl," "Jason and Mark's $80,000 pill press was impounded, along with nearly a million bucks worth of ecstasy." "Oh, now we can all get some sleep." "Yeah." "Who the fuck do they think they are?" "Well, they're fuckin' Morans, that's who they think they are." "And then Carl was released on bail, pending charges, just as Dino had been." "You've gotta stand up to 'em, Carl." "Don't just go, "Sorry, sorry, sorry." Just fuck 'em." "It's just sheer fucking bad fucking luck." "Fuck." "Shit happens." "Yeah." "So you lost a pill press." "OK, you'll pay 'em back." "Yeah." "I'll call Tony and you can borrow his for a bit." "Yeah?" "So, we can still, like, trade." "Just get some balls and go and talk to 'em." "You're good at that, babe." "Oh, thanks, Bobbie." "Yeah, of course you are." "Alright, I'll give 'em a call." "Jase, Mark." "Carl." "Thanks for meeting me." "I can't say it's a pleasure." "No." "So what are we gonna do about it?" "First of all I just wanna make things clear, right?" "For the record - it wasn't my fault." "It wasn't his fault." "No, no, not his fault." "The stupid jacks came to the wrong address, didn't they?" "And who let 'em in the house?" "Did they have a search warrant?" "No, no." "So what were you doin'?" "Giving them a guided fucking tour?" "They heard it." "Jesus." "I couldn't push 'em out." "They just came in..." "Of course you can push 'em out." "No search warrant - they shouldn't be in the front door." "Oh, don't!" "Alright, alright, alright." "Give you a month to come up with the 80 grand for the pill press, yeah?" "Yeah, OK." "Fair enough, no worries." "Right." "What do you mean, "They heard it"?" "What?" "The cop, you said he heard the pill press." "What was it doin' on when we hadn't asked you to make anything?" "I..." "I was, um, you know, making sure it was in good nick." "See it was in good working order, yeah?" "He's been pressing his own stuff." "All that cheap shit on the street, that's him." "That's you, isn't it?" "Using our press, which you've now lost!" "No!" "Of course." "He didn't pay for the press." "He's not paying for the rent on the house." "He can sell 'em cheap." "We've been copping shit off everyone." "Losing money hand over fist all 'cause of this  this spineless little piece of shit." "Fuck!" "No, Jase!" "80 grand by next week." "Take Roberta and piss off." "You just shot him, you idiot." "So what?" "It's a fucking derringer." "He'll live." "It's a bullet wound." "He's gotta go to the hospital now." "The cops will wanna know what happened, and you're out on bail." "Just kill him." "It's easier." "Kill him." "Nuh, nuh." "I want my 80 grand." "If I kill him, I'm never gonna see it." "Jesus Christ, Jason." "What are you doin'?" "No, no, no - it's alright." "Listen." "There's something you need to know." "You see, we've got a whole lot of cops in our back pocket." "Hmm?" "As a matter of fact, they're our main source of pseudoephedrine." "How about that, huh?" "So you whisper one word of this - one word - to anyone, and you'll end up in the slammer, quick smart." "And I've got a whole lot of friends in there too." "So, you see, there is nowhere on this planet that you can hide." "Hmm?" "Until you pay us back  you belong to us." "A few weeks later, and much to everyone's relief," "Jason was finally convicted over the King Street brawl and jailed for two years." "Carl recovered from the gunshot wound, but he was never the same again." "The Moran boys would have been better to finish the job."