"It's a jungle out there." "It's a jungle out there." "It's a jungle out there." "This isn't gonna work, man." "You never know." "Might get away with it." "Gus!" "Gus, how are you?" "Since when have youse been sailors?" "Well, let's just say we're expanding our investment portfolio." "Yeah..." "Thought you were going in the clink for starting a riot." "Me?" "You kidding, Gus?" "I'm as clean as a whistle." "Coldie, mate?" "No, no." "What do youse want?" "Were you aware that a mate of yours is being targeted by the jacks?" "They're gonna shut him down any second." "Who?" "Alright, alright." "This is straight from the horse's mouth." "The bent cop we know." "He seems to think it's that mate of yours who supplies the pill presses." "What did he say his name was, Mark?" "So you wanna know my supplier." "You want the name of the only bloke in town who's gonna lay his hands on a quality pill press." "Hey!" "We're trying to do you a favour." "No, no." "You're trying to rip me off, you cheeky little cocksucker." "Gus, why would I try to rip you off?" "This is the way it is, mate, hey?" "Hey, hey!" "You want a pill press, you speak to me." "And I speak to my bloke and he sources it." "I deliver, you pay, I take a cut and pass on the balance." "Sounds good." "Yeah." "So you repeat after me - I AM a cheeky little cocksucker." "Mark, get this fucker off me." "Don't do it." "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "You owe me a new phone, you fuck!" "Yeah, might have that beer now, mate, eh?" "Hey!" "Take it easy, you clumsy dickhead." "Who you calling dickhead?" "Jase..." "We paid a fortune for this thing." "I don't want these guys to fuck it up." "Relax, will you?" "This'll be the best cash we've ever spent." "80 fucking grand." "We are going to make fucking truckloads of eccys." "This thing will be a licence to print money." "Well, not till we find ourselves a cook, it won't be." "I will find one." "I can cook." "What?" "Ecstasy and that." "I know how to make it." "Since when?" "Just one of my many talents." "Well, along with driving and eating, that makes three." "No, come on, give me a shot." "Happy, Gus?" "Yeah, mate." "Alright." "Come on, time to sink some piss, eh?" "No can do, mate." "Trace's bringing the kid around." "So?" "Reckons I don't spend enough time with him." "She's got you pussy-whipped, mate." "Yeah." "Fuck her." "Daddy, I'm here!" "Sidney!" "I'm sure he won't be long." "He forgot." "Daddy wouldn't have forgotten you, Tommy." "I'm sure wherever he is, it was something he couldn't get out of." "Tracey Seymour was once married to a biker called Sid - an outlaw biker, and that was his great appeal." "Hi." "What's your name?" "Tracey." "You're good." "You're SO good." "The daughter of a Baptist minister," "Tracey was fascinated by bad boys and the badder they were, the better she liked them." "But when her son Tom got old enough to ask questions, she knew the time had come to make a break and forge a new life." "Yeah, you'll get your money, like I said you'll get it." "What?" "Get fucked!" "Pfft!" "That arsehole I got the press from reckons I'm gonna rip him off." "What's his name again?" "Len Kerr." "What, didn't you have the pleasure?" "The trouble was Tracey's old life kept snapping at her heels." "Won't stop me going round there, but." "Teaching him some manners." "Shouldn't bloody pay him at all, the mad bastard." "So, what do you get when you take a not-very-bright biker, add three litres of beer and a handful of amphetamines?" "Who gets him all his fucking customers?" "We do." "Someone ought to knock the cheek out of that prick." "Ought to knock him, period." "Disaster." "That's what you get." "Len Kerr?" "What the fuck?" "Anton, what the hell?" "Shit!" "You Len Kerr?" "Are you Len Kerr?" "Jason Moran is a violent little turd who needs to be behind bars." "You're wasting your time." "I'm wasting my time?" "I mean, look there's no bloody point in going to all the expense of taking Jason to trial if we haven't even got a single witness." "Well, we've still got one left." "Gonna track down this Campbell Lawler bloke." "What, the African?" "Didn't he bugger off home?" "Yeah, but there can't be too many Lawlers in the Swaziland phonebook, can there?" "You're a sucker for punishment, mate." "Anyway, you're still short of physical evidence." "Oh, I am, am I?" "Because you've all of a sudden retired from this case, have you?" "I just don't believe in beating my head against a brick wall, OK?" "I'm thinking about the coat that Jason was wearing that night as well." "Yeah, what about it?" "This is a fucking home invasion." "One approved by a magistrate." "Brendan!" "What are you doing with my coat?" "You see, I noticed on the King Street security tape that your coat was kind of snazzy." "So I thought maybe you hadn't thrown it out with the rest of your gear from that night." "'Zegna'." "Now, that's a top designer." "A designer duffel coat!" "You are a stylish fellow." "Pure merino too." "Jeez, it must have been hot, bashing up all those people." "You jacks have got nothing, huh?" "You're shit!" "Thanks for your cooperation, Jase." "What, is that it, is it?" "You just came for the jacket?" "Oh, see you later, Detective Sphincter." "Means 'arsehole', remember?" "Get a real job, Carl." "Why are you always eating?" "Surprise." "Yellow's your favourite, right?" "What do you want?" "How's Tom?" "OK, considering." "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." "How many times you going to let him down, Sidney?" "Couldn't help it." "Look, I'm gonna make it up to him, alright?" "I'm gonna buy him a minibike." "Don't you get it?" "He doesn't want things." "He wants to spend time with you." "He was gutted!" "Christ, I'm here now, aren't I?" "Yeah, OK." "Well, Tom's asleep now, but maybe next weekend." "He's playing soccer and he'd love you to watch." "What if I stay here tonight?" "What?" "!" "Could be a nice surprise for Tom if I wake up here in the morning." "Oh, goodnight, Sidney." "I need to stay here, Trace." "I had a run-in with my housemate." "Go to Gus." "I'm sure he'd give you a piece of floor." "What have you been up to?" "Look, can I come in?" "I don't think that's a good idea!" "Please!" "Tell me you didn't really do this." "First bloke should have kept his head down." "Oh, Jesus." "Stupid prick should have said something instead of standing there." "Don't tell me any more." "Fuckin' serves 'em right, both of them." "Dense bloody grease monkeys." "Don't involve us." "I dropped me gun." "You know, that old one that I bought in WA?" "Shut up, you bloody idiot!" "Just shut up!" "What's got up your nose?" "You kill two people and then you come here?" "Don't you know how hard I've tried to protect Tom from all this crap?" "Protect him?" "I've given him a normal life!" "I've made sure he's safe, secure..." "Who are you fucking kidding, Tracey!" "You work in a topless bar." "You screwed Jason Moran and Alphonse Gangitano!" "Look, you going to help me out or what?" "Typical." "Now, when you're in the shit, you remember we exist." "Can you just give me a break for five minutes?" "I can't believe you used Tom as an excuse for coming here." "Well, he's my son, as you keep reminding me." "You don't deserve him!" "You don't give a rat's about him except when it suits you." "Mummy?" "Hello, Tommy." "Hello, Daddy." "How are you going, mate?" "I got a new game." "Is that right?" "Well, I'd love to play it." "Can I turn it on?" "Don't know whether I'm allowed to stay over, mate." "He can sleep in my room." "Please!" "I wanted a woman." "A woman?" "Uh, yeah, in Homicide." "I requested a female... female officer because people management's not our strong suit and I thought a female might help redress that." "People management?" "Yes, witnesses, specifically." "Mm-hm." "They're our strongest asset, far and above any physical evidence, and at times we... we haven't been that good at managing them." "Your desk is down there and, um, this is my office here." "Come in." "Sit down and... and welcome." "I've got to say, Sergeant, I'm stoked to be here, I really am." "Well, I'll take that as a positive." "And you should call me 'boss'." "The other men... the other detectives call me 'boss'." "Are you familiar with the phrase 'PTT'?" "I know about PMT." "Uh, PTT stands for 'Professionalism, Thoroughness and Tenacity'." "They're our code words here at Homicide, and that's what I expect from you." "Sure." "The dictionary might not agree, but to me, the word 'homicide' means 'search for truth'." "I want you to think about that." "Do you like shortbread?" "Shortbread?" "Uh..." "Yes, I bake them myself." "It's... it's a hobby." "Thanks." "Your first case." "Leonard Kerr and Anton Young." "You might have heard about them." "They're two guys who were shot down in a garage in Port Melbourne." "May be gang-related or it could be a robbery gone wrong." "You're on it with Peter Brownlow." "Good luck." "And that was my introduction to Homicide - a Luger pistol and a piece of baked shortbread." "Wanna be Mario this time?" "Dad has to go." "But we've only had one game." "He has to go." "Don't be such a hard-arse, Trace." "Who's that?" "I'll go." "Tracey Seymour?" "Senior Detective James, Brownlow, St Kilda Homicide." "We're making enquiries about the whereabouts of a Mr Sidney Martin." "He's not at his address, but we were told you were married to him." "Yes, I WAS." "Know where we could find him?" "Wow, Dad, that was great!" "He's, um, here." "Sidney!" "What?" "Senior Detective James, Mr Martin." "St Kilda Homicide." "Tom, go watch TV in the lounge." "Me and Dad were..." "Now!" "Uh, Mr Martin, do you own a Luger pistol?" "Yeah." "Do you know where it is now?" "It's been stolen." "Stolen?" "From the pannier on my bike." "Lifted while I was at the pub." "Right." "What pub?" "I forget." "When?" "Few weeks ago." "Did you report it?" "Couldn't be bothered." "It's not like you guys would find it." "Well, we have." "We believe it was a weapon used in two murders." "I wouldn't know anything about that." "Where were you at 3pm yesterday, Mr Martin?" "I was riding." "Alone?" "Nup." "I was with Tracey." "Where did you go?" "Uh, in town, over the bridge..." "Did you stop for petrol or a snack?" "Nope." "See anyone?" "Nuh." "Which roads did you use?" "I forget." "Do you remember, Ms Seymour?" "You don't mind, do you?" "You saw they were after me." "I had to say something." "Sidney, at three o'clock yesterday afternoon" "I was at Tom's school discussing a bloody cake stall." "Right." "Who with?" "I'll have a word." "How many people do you expect to lie for you?" "You fucking let 'em in!" "Go away." "Go away!" "Forensics found no recoverable DNA on the lapels, the collar, the front, the sleeve, the hem." "Jason's had the bloody thing dry-cleaned!" "And the last of his victims is somewhere in Swaziland." "You jacks have got nothing, huh?" "You're shit!" "I just don't believe in beating my head against a brick wall." "I'll see you later, Detective Sphincter." "It means 'arsehole', remember?" "Steve?" "Yeah, in here." "Guess who's just been attached to the QBE account?" "The big one?" "Yeah, one of our partners just asked if I'd be interested." "Interested?" "I thought I'd have to be there like five years before I got a chance like this." "Well done." "Shitty day, babe?" "Why don't we open this and see if tonight gets any better?" "Might get you laid." "When the Morans and their mates discovered Steve's DNA tests had drawn a blank and that Jason was effectively in the clear, they threw a party." "Not that they condoned his violent behaviour - they just hated the police getting a win." "Alright, alright, a bit of shush, please, a bit of shush." "Hey!" "Mario." "I just want to drink to my son, Jason." "Heads held high, fellas." "Here's to your innocence and the right result!" "Laughin' like a shark, Dad." "Laughin' like a shark." "Jason!" "Nice to win a round." "Well, you know." "Boxing above my weight, Mick." "Might be time to move up a division." "Well, Jason, not all the decisions you make are going to go your way." "I mean, eventually, the points, they stack up against you." "But any more big match-ups," "I'd appreciate it that you dealt with it in a more gentlemanly manner." "Look at me when I'm talking to you." "A little less of this  and a bit more of this." "Sure, Mick, yeah." "Sure." "Excuse me, ladies." "Oh, your fat arses are stuck to their chairs, are they?" "Where are you going, Roberta?" "I'm going to the fuckin' dunny." "Do you want to come and watch?" "Nobody ever called Roberta Stevens a shrinking violet." "But Carl Williams didn't care about her mouth." "He knew he'd found his princess." "Buy you a drink?" "Already got one." "So, how do you fit in?" "Married to that fuckin' loser mate of Jason's with the nose like a fuckin' samosa." "Though I'm the fuckin' loser that fell pregnant to him." "Wouldn't say I'm in, but, not with those up-themselves bitches." "Yeah, I noticed." "Well, what about you?" "You just here getting shit-faced?" "No, no, I do a bit for Jase and Mark." "Toady boy, huh?" "It's how far up you climb that counts, not where you start." "And just where are you going to end up whatever your name is?" "I'm going to be a bloke that makes so much dough" "I can buy a chick like you whatever she wants." "I'm Carl." "Carl Williams." "Now, how about that drink?" "Go on, pick one." "Anything." "Blue one." "The blue one?" "Hey, bartender, pretty drink for a pretty girl." "Coming right up, mate." "Hello?" "Guess what I'm doing." "How'd you get this number?" "You gave it to me, dimbo." "I'm vacuuming, in stilettos, nude." "Nude." "Nude." "Can't hear no vacuum cleaner." "Oh, it's a real flash one." "It purrs." "And I purr too, Carl." "And yowl." "And go ohh..." "Ohh!" "Aghhh!" "Hey, fat boy!" "No personal calls on company time." "Back to work." "Yeah, sorry, Jase." "You still working for the Morans?" "I've got to go, Mum." "You said you were gonna be a big man." "I'II, um, call you later, OK?" "No, don't bother till you're rich." "Hey, back to work!" "I've told you everything." "You and Sidney been split a while?" "You certainly didn't seem that comfortable around him." "Just don't see him that much." "Seems a good dad." "He's not going to win Father of the Year." "That night was the first we'd seen him in months." "That night?" "I thought you were riding with him all afternoon?" "We didn't get home till late." "I see." "You know we have information that puts him at the crime scene." "Oh, why bother with me, then?" "Because if you keep up this story, you could end up being charged with perjury." "We'd hate to have to bring your son into this." "What's your name again?" "Jacqui." "Jacqui." "Sid did come over." "When?" "What was he doing before that?" "Did he say why he'd come over?" "He wanted to see Tom." "What, for the first time in months?" "Only hours after two men were shot with his gun?" "Is there nothing more you wanna tell me?" "I looked up your record." "Oh, good for you." "Had multiple arrests, you've done time, but for the past five years, nothing." "Has something changed?" "Was it having Tom?" "Leave me alone." "He's a beautiful little boy." "Does he know what his dad did?" "Both of the guys Sidney murdered had kids too and they're never gonna see their fathers again." "I know you want what's best for your son." "So just tell the truth, make a statement and give evidence in court." "You've got no idea what you're asking  no idea what they could do to me." "We can look after you." "We'll put you and Tom into witness protection." "Come on, Tracey, just talk to me." "I can't." "If you let Sidney get away with this, then one day Tom is going to find out that his dad is a double murderer and that you think that's OK." "'Cause that's what lying for him does, Tracey - it tells him that you think that's OK." "And your son is gonna learn that from you." "You been talking to the cops again?" "What'd you tell 'em?" "Nothing yet." "Good." "Look, I don't wanna pressure you or nothing, but me, Gus and the guys, we kind of stick together." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You take on one of us, you take on all of us." "You're threatening me?" "Nah." "I'm just telling you how it is, babe." "Looking after your future." "What's wrong, Mummy?" "Tom, we're gonna go on a holiday." "So this is where they're hiding you." "G'day." "What are you doing lurking around Homicide?" "Oh, I thought I'd just come down and select a desk in case I get the call-up." "I thought I'd just come down and say g'day." "How's your King Street thing going?" "Still chasing Jason Moran?" "I swear I'm gonna call my autobiography 'Chasin' Jason'." "What about you, your double murder?" "It all hangs on one witness and she won't talk." "Tell me about it." "Let's get out of here, go down to the pub, drown our sorrows." "Hang on." "Homicide." "Jacqui James." "Yeah, no, no." "That's fine, Tracey." "Yep." "So, where do we stand?" "Good girl." "Can you come down to St Kilda Road and make a statement?" "No, that's great." "Yep." "I'll see you then." "Yes?" "Tracey Seymour." "She knows what she's in for giving evidence against her ex?" "She's as gutsy as all hell." "I've seen witnesses fall over at the last minute, rock-solid cases just turn to water." "She's gonna do the right thing." "I'd back her." "You'll need to." "She'll need all the support she can get." "Let's get her into Witness Security ASAP." "Good work." "On the ground!" "ON THE GROUND!" "On the ground!" "You're being charged with the murders of Leonard Kerr and Anton Young." "Here?" "They're not fuckin' here." "FUCK!" "Fuckin' bitch!" "Traces of dried blood in both pockets." "Remind me not to use those drycleaners." "Forensics pulled DNA from four separate individuals, so this means we can prove that Jason punched these people, shoved his hands in his pockets..." "No, he'll say he never punched anyone and the blood got on his hands as he ministered to their wounds." "Oh, well, fu..." "Steve, it's not a home run, mate." "We still gotta get one of those victims to stand up in court and ID Jase." "Those for me?" "Very nice." "But aren't you supposed to be a guy that can get a girl whatever she wants?" "What do you want?" "What have you got?" "# The girl of my dreams is giving me nightmares" "# I found her on TV, now I see her everywhere" "# She's got style, she's got violent ways about her" "# She got me so that I can't dream without her" "# She's giving me nightmares" "# She's giving me nightmares" "# She's giving me nightmares" "# She's giving me nightmares... #" "It's nice." "Jason should get you one of them chef hats and a frilly apron." "I'm not gonna be a shitkicker all my life." "Yeah, so you keep saying." "I'm doing my own presses, Roberta." "You're using the Moran's rig?" "You fuckin' little hooter!" "You're not gonna tell 'em, are ya?" "Tell 'em?" "Nuh." "Nuh, I'll help you." "Let's send 'em fuckin' broke." "You don't look like much, but you got balls, haven't you?" "Carl Williams." "Yeah." "Yeah." "# My bedside is loaded, my bedside's exploded" "# Hard to believe you can't get what you're dreaming" "# If you try sometimes, you might find you get what you steal" "# The girl of my dreams is giving me nightmares... #" "# I don't know what it means, but she's got multi-coloured hair... #" "# When she stands in the sand I dream of peaches... #" "# And I'm not sure what that means either" "# She's giving me nightmares" "# She's giving me nightmares" "# She's giving me nightmares" "# She's giving me nightmares... #" "To protect Tracey until Sid's trial," "Witness Security hid them away in a remote coastal town with an armed guard." "G'day." "Hey." "I got your call." "What's up?" "How about you go play on the equipment for a bit, honey?" "No!" "Go on." "It's dumb." "There's no monkey bars." "Go to the camp store, then." "Get an ice-cream." "Not if fartie-pants has to come." "Don't be rude!" "I hate Warrnambool!" "I hate this holiday!" "I wanna go home!" "Hello." "Hello." "Is Campbell Lawler there, please?" "Just a second." "Hello?" "Campbell Lawler speaking." "Who is this, please?" "Mr Lawler, um, my name's Senior Detective Stephen Owen from the Victoria Police in Australia." "Is this about the assault in the nightclub?" "Yes." "Yes, it is." "Um, Mr Lawler, we were wondering if you'd be able to return to Melbourne to identify your assailant." "To Melbourne?" "I'm in Swaziland, Detective Owen." "It's a very long way." "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can afford the airfare." "Sir, if you're prepared to come back to Australia," "I'm sure the fare would not be a problem." "I would like to see justice done." "If I can arrange some time off my job, I'll do it." "Um, look, I'll be in touch with you in the next couple of days with more details, sir." "Have a good day." "Yes!" "Here's to us." "Thanks." "Where's my fucking coat?" "I'd like it back." "You can wave to it at your trial." "How's it going, princess?" "Suze, just ignore him." "Is it good banging a corrupt cop?" "He'll go away." "I need to go to the bathroom." "Look, it's fine." "No." "Just..." "Oi!" "Jase..." "Yay!" "Whoo-hoo!" "Whoo!" "Higher!" "Yay." "Did you wanna see me about the trial?" "Is there a problem with your evidence?" "Do you think I'm going to pull out?" "Are you?" "No." "Well, what is it, then?" "You were right, you know." "About what?" "Knowing I was dragging Tom into the crap was killing me." "Yeah." "For a long time, you can make it OK in your head." "You say, "I know what I'm doing, it's my choice."" "I was living this exciting, out-there life." "Go where I want, get what I want, do what I want." "Wasn't Tom's choice, but." "He'll be OK, Tracey." "You're setting a role model for him." "You know, you're teaching him what the right thing to do is and how much courage that takes." "Pity I've wimped out of actually telling him what's going on." "You got a sec?" "Yep." "I heard that bloke you got for the double murder in Port Melbourne was Gus Brown's 2IC." "Yes, he is." "And it was a good thing we got his wife into WITSEC because the first thing he did was kick her door in." "I've just seen Gus Brown talking with Jason Moran." "And Jason Moran knows where WITSEC had the Randall sisters." "I mean, I don't know how WITSEC works." "Do they use the same places?" "Well, there's half a dozen places they use off and on or it could be somewhere completely different." "Right, so the odds are pretty long." "You don't know where they've got her, do you, boss?" "No." "No idea." "We can keep you safe, you know?" "Even after the trial." "I'm heading back to Bairnsdale soon as this is over." "My sister still lives there." "It'd be much safer if you change your name and you move further away." "Tom needs family." "And I want to get closer to who I used to be, not further away." "Jacqui James." "Hi." "Why?" "Right." "You know what, Tom?" "I reckon you're right about this place." "It's pretty boring here, isn't it?" "Very." "Might find you someplace else to stay." "What, now?" "Time for a change of scenery." "Yep." "Let's go." "Something's wrong?" "That's him." "Are you sure?" "Detective Kraus, when I was a little boy, my mother taught me a very important lesson." "She taught me to never forget the face of the white man who beats you." "Well, er, you're absolutely sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "Steve already had the bloodied coat and now he had a witness." "Jason would go to jail after all." "Following her husband's murder trial," "Tracey and Tom moved back to her old home town." "No matter how hard I tried," "I couldn't persuade her to change identities and move interstate." "So much for my people-management skills." "What's this place?" "It's our new home." "I told you." "Is this near where Auntie Jodie lives?" "We'll see her heaps." "And you can go to school with your cousins." "Will... will Daddy visit us?" "No." "Dad's going to jail." "Did he do something bad?" "Yes." "Did you tell on him?" "Yes, I did." "Sometimes you've gotta tell, even on your friends, even if they don't like you anymore." "But, Tom, that doesn't mean that he doesn't love you or that he's bad all the way through." "But what he did was very terrible and he needs to be punished for it." "Can I get a guinea pig?" "Sure." "Two?" "If you get two, you might get more." "I like baby guinea pigs." "They're born with fur and their eyes wide open." "Let's go inside." "# Well, I still cry for baby Jesus" "# And I still pray when I'm alone" "# And when I'm lost" "# He'll come to find me" "# Because he died to save my soul" "# When I can't walk" "# He's there to carry" "# When I speak... #" "Come on, then." "# He hears my words" "# When I wake and I have nothing" "# He sends me gold, frankincense and myrrh" "# Well, I still cry for baby Jesus" "# And I still pray when I'm alone" "# And when I'm lost" "# He'll come to find me" "# Because he died to save my soul. #" "They shot her in her head while she slept, her son lying right there beside her, a heartbeat away." "Tracey Seymour's death was a warning to everyone who ever took the witness stand against the underworld, another brick in the wall of silence that would defeat us again and again in the years ahead."