"It's a jungle out there." "It's a jungle out there." "It's a jungle out there." "Of all the murders in the gangland war," "Australians most remember Jason's - the one in front of the kids at the footy clinic." "It shocked the nation." "The police now found themselves under immense pressure to prove to the public that they had the control of the streets of Melbourne." "In response, Purana was given everything." "Failure would no longer be an option." "Inspector!" "Inspector Butterworth!" "Are you any closer to an arrest, Garry?" "Any comment, Garry?" "What's the progress, Garry?" "On behalf of Taskforce Purana, I just want to assure the Victorian public that we are doing everything possible to solve these series of murders." "Do you have any idea who's behind it, Garry?" "I make no further comment." "Shit, Garry, there's been 21 murders, mate." "Who's running this State - you or them?" "What if it was your family, Garry?" "Come on, Garry." "Garry, further comments?" "How many more people, mate?" "From this day forward, whenever we go out, we will have our coats buttoned up and we will wear these Purana ties knotted sharply." "We will be a strong and confident team, and the public and the crims both have to know that." "We will no longer be rattled by a bunch of psychotic hooligans." "We will be in control and we will be effective." "We're gonna start locking these idiots up right now." "The whole country is watching us and they do not think we will get the job done but we WILL get the job done." "We have to - lawfully and efficiently." "Ladies and gentlemen, we need a win." "Willie Thompson " "Iollipop vendor, former kickboxer, sometimes bouncer who was there the night Berlozzi was murdered." "And according to the phone traffic, he was sitting on 700 litres of pseudoephedrine." "Has there been a lot of phone traffic?" "Yeah, huge." "Every crim in Melbourne's calling 10 others to find out who did it." "Mwah!" "Thank you." "Cheers, mate." "Hey, what's your name, son?" "Uh, Keith." "Keith." "You know who I am?" "Yeah." "Good." "Keep the change, eh?" "$100?" "Thanks, Mr Mokbel." "Have a nice day." "You should be ashamed of yourself." "Why's that?" "You, flashing your money around like a drunken sailor." "What's the use of making it if you don't enjoy it?" "Do you realise the next person who doesn't tip him 93 bucks he's gonna treat like shit?" "It's not about them, baby." "It's about me." "Oh." "Oh, well, that's OK, then." "Yeah." "It is OK." "Oh, fuck." "What?" "Fuck." "They shot a mate of mine." "Willie Thompson." "They shot him dead in the street." "Was he a good friend?" "I went to school with him." "Shit, he  he used to stick up for me in the yard and that, you know, so  I used to let him cheat off me." "Those pricks." "Fuckin' hell." "Hey, it's me." "You heard about Willie?" "Yeah, the bastards killed him." "Yeah, bloody oath." "He was a top bloke." "Listen, listen - you hear anything, right, you get back to me." "Hey, did anyone know Willie Thompson was a mate of Mokbel's?" "Here we go." "Oh, here he is." "Carl!" "Carl!" "What was your relationship..." "G'day!" "How well did you know Mr Thompson?" "Oh, I only met him a few times, but, you know, he seemed like a lovely bloke." "Why do you think he was murdered?" "Oh, I got no idea, mate." "Yeah, you should ask Purana." "They got, like, 70 cops working on this thing now." "They should be keeping the streets safe for an honest businessman like me." "You know what I'm saying?" "What is your business, Carl?" "Oh, um, I'm a property developer." "Yeah." "Carl's the one." "He's behind it." "Even though he's best mates with Mokbel and Mokbel is good mates with Willie?" "Carl is behind everything." "Keep an open mind." "I keep telling you, this is not gonna stop unless you lock Carl up." "And Carl and Benji both know they're hot?" "Yep." "Look - cars, phones, home." "They know we're listening to them." "And these two arseholes don't?" "That's right." "But he must know, surely?" "No, the guy's a bloody fruit loop." "He thinks we haven't gone near him." "In his mind, he's been too smart for us." "He's off the radar." "OK, well, if he is part of Williams' crew, he will be asked to offend again." "Providing he doesn't realise we're on his tail, that's our chance to catch him in the act." "And if we can get him, if we can just get one of 'em, we'll have our foot in the door." "Oh, I like this one." "Yeah!" "Can I keep it on for a couple of minutes at least?" "You can keep it on all night if you like, as long as your knickers are off." "Come on, Tigey." "Let's just sit down and talk for a while, huh?" "I just wanna wear it for a bit." "Please?" "Babe, please?" "I'm serious." "Ow!" "Alright, alright, alright, alright!" "OK, wait." "Undo it for me." "# Where's my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard?" "# Where's my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard?" "# Be my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard... #" "Oh, Tigey, come on!" "Come on!" "Is there anything else on?" "Oh, yeah!" "Fuckin' fuck me!" "You don't understand!" "Fuckin' right I don't." "Yeah, it's alright for you but!" "I get my legs waxed 'cause I got fuckin' hairs on them." "I'm not payin' $40 for you to get a wax when you haven't got any hairs there in the first place!" "You're so stupid!" "You want $40, you go and you tidy and you vacuum." "Then you do whatever the fuck you want with it, alright?" "Right, you owe me!" "I what?" "I owe you a bloody headache, you slut!" "God, she drives me up the wall sometimes." "I could kill her." "You know what it'll be, though." "She's gonna want a Brazilian." "I suppose she might have some hairs down there." "She hasn't let me in the bathroom for the past year and a half." "Yeah, that's what it'll be." "She probably doesn't wanna say anything in case I go ape-shit about her letting some boy cop a feel behind the toilets." "If only she knew, eh?" "Hey, you'd like the hairless look, wouldn't you?" "You ever done anal?" "The number of times I've been asked that." "No!" "Mine's got an exit sign on it, alright?" "It's a great feeling." "The ultimate fucking feeling of power when you're the doer." "Doing who?" "Guys or girls?" "Nah!" "Sorry." "Me myself, personally, I just don't get anal sex." "It must hurt like buggery." "Did she really just say that?" "Where's Carl?" "Oh, search me." "You might as well ask Purana." "They probably know." "All I know is he told me he was going for a walk." "Probably got a new girlfriend, for all I know." "The stroppy one's not gonna be down for hours now, so it's just you and me..." "if you want to do something." "Dhakota's napping but, so, you know, just can't be too loud." "Really?" "Don't these people do anything else?" "Went back a long way, Willie and me." "I'm very upset about this, Carl." "We went to high school together, you know." "Yeah?" "It just so happens..." "I think I know who did it." "Yeah?" "Michael Marshall." "You blokes heard of him?" "Nah." "No." "Nah, me either." "Apparently he owed Willie a shitload of cash, you know?" "And when he couldn't pay him, he figured he'd take him out." "Take out the bloke he owed the money to, sort out the debt." "Bastard." "What a prick." "Prick." "He's got it all wrong, hasn't he?" "Completely." "You... you organised Willie." "Yep." "So who's Michael Marshall?" "Who cares?" "Point is we've gotta get rid of him." "If Tony finds out I offed Willie then we're all stuffed." "So we get Marshall, we'll let him keep thinkin' it was Marshall." "Why did you knock Willie Thompson if he was a mate of Tony's?" "Didn't know he was a mate of Tony's." "Jesus, Carl!" "He had 700 litres of pseudoephedrine, for God's sake." "Look, fellas, I am making the gear." "I am the bank." "We're rolling the dice on a billion-dollar-a-year amphet trade here, so if we let some shit like this worry us, then we're all fucked." "A hundred G's each for the job." "He's right, mate." "Who gives a fuck?" "Let's just find him and off him." "That him?" "Yep." "Sells hot dogs all night outside that nightclub in Exhibition Street." "Gets home around now most mornings." "Oh, yeah, hot dogs, eh?" "And he owns a house in South Yarra." "Yeah." "Don't think it's just hot dogs." "So what do you wanna do?" "I reckon we should drive around for a little bit." "Just get a feel for things." "Yeah, OK." "Good morning." "Morning." "They on the move?" "Yeah, they're just going around the block." "What, at South Yarra?" "Yeah." "Chapel Street, Toorak Road." "Nup, they've stopped again." "What do you think about this?" "Yeah, we don't know when he leaves or anything, eh?" "Nup." "I'll take you home if you like." "I might come back, wait around for a while." "See what happens, eh?" "Alright." "Hey." "What are they up to?" "Well, you tell us." "They get up at 5am, they drive to South Yarra, they go round and round a few blocks for about half an hour or so." "Then they stop for 15 minutes, and then they go round and round again." "South Yarra?" "Yep." "Who the hell do they know in South Yarra?" "Did you get any conversation?" "No, there's no listening device in the car." "We haven't got a permit." "There's a tracker only." "There's intercepts on all the phones, but no-one's made a call yet." "Go and front the Supreme Court and get a warrant to OK an LD in that car." "Mish!" "Mish, I'm home." "Mishy?" "What's he doing?" "He's calling her." "Hi, this is Michelle." "Can't answer the phone at the moment." "If you're boring, hang up." "If not, please leave a name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I feel like it." "Mishy, hi, it's me." "Look, sorry." "Um, I got held up, so..." "I know I said I was going to be home at around 9:00 but it's looking more like 10:30, yeah?" "Don't feel like you've got to wait up or anything, but if you do, I'll make it worth your while." "Promise." "Alright, darlin'?" "I love you." "OK, thanks. 'Bye." "He's going back outside." "Oh, shit." "Where's our guy?" "I'm not in contact." "Call backup." "It's alright." "He's in the clear." "Is it working?" "I'm just trying to get the channel." "What was that?" "It's working." "He must have turned the radio on." "She's bloody cheating on me, buddy." "I mean, she's got to be, right?" "Fuck." "You can't trust 'em, you know, mate." "They're only good for one thing." "What's the old joke?" "They're just a life support system for a vagina, mate." "That's all a woman is." "Dump her." "Look, if you can off a bloke in front of his kids, you can dump a chick who's cheating on you." "This should not be difficult." "I know, mate, I know!" "No big deal, right?" "I know." "But I don't know." "There's something..." "Dad thought Mum was cheating on him once." "How'd he handle it?" "He bit her nipple off." "I saw it too." "I'm not shittin' ya." "Went for her with a knife a couple of years later." "I was a bit older then so I ran across the street, tried to get some help." "By the time I come back, prick had stabbed her 30 times." "Some women never learn, do they?" "No, no, she hadn't done anything that time." "She never liked him after that." "How old were ya?" "10, 11." "Shit." "Wake up." "Wake up." "Good morning, officers!" "Go on, get out." "It's breakfast time." "Suppose I better get up too, yeah?" "Yeah, if you ever want to get sucked off again, yes." "All the halogens need changing and the spin cycle on the washing machine's fucked." "Property developers should not have to put up with this." "What'd you get up to last night?" "Had some tea." "Watched some telly." "And then I had a long shower." "That must have been when you called." "I did get your message." "Yeah, right." "Sorry I fell asleep." "Sorry I was late." "Hey, let's do something tonight." "Yeah, sure." "Was it your whole class?" "Yep." "How many did you get wrong?" "One." "It was L-A-K-E." "I said 'like'." "Ahh." "This happens every afternoon, yeah?" "Yeah." "When do you want to do it?" "I'll give you a call, I guess." "I don't know." "Well, don't leave it too long, mate." "I've got the arse falling out of my trousers this week." "Oh, he tackles him!" "BALL!" "Quick kick." "Kick us the ball!" "Oh, good kick." "Come on." "Well, sometimes they stop but never in the same place." "Otherwise they just go round and round." "But what is the job?" "We don't know." "They just talk about 'it'." "You know, when they're gonna do 'it'." "How's the phone traffic been?" "Anyone's name been mentioned?" "No-one who lives in here." "You know, 'it' could be a thing, not a person." "These guys have got a long history of armed robbery." "Good point." "Could be the TAB at the Bush Inn." "Or one of the banks." "They're on the move again." "Is this it?" "No." "They're still unarmed." "What time is it?" "Just after half past." "What's in Howitt Street?" "Maybe that's a base." "Now, remember he can run up to a kilometre from the getaway car." "If you do it when the kid's with him, it means he's slower getting out of the car and he's not really looking around much." "I reckon that's your best option." "Yeah." "Was that some kind of dress rehearsal, you reckon?" "It's gotta be this TAB here." "We are very close." "Hello!" "Where you off to?" "Out." "Where?" "To get something." "For us." "For tonight." "It WAS going to be a surprise." "Well, come on." "I'll come too." "Uh-uh." "Ah, babe!" "It's for you, really." "It's my treat." "Come on." "You stay here." "I'll be back in two or three hours." "Department?" "Yeah, Bill Inquiries." "Did you say, "Billing Inquiries"?" "Yes." "Hello, Billing Inquiries." "Are you a person or a computer?" "A person, sir." "Good." "I need an itemised copy of my last bill, please." "They're not going to give it to him." "They'll only give it to her." "Sorry, sir - we can only pass that information on to the authorised account holder." "She's just asked me to do it, that's all." "Is the account holder there?" "Yeah, she's right here." "You can talk to her, but she's just asked me to do it." "I need to speak to her." "Hang on a second." "Yep, yep, I'll get her for you." "Hold on, one tick, one tick." "Mishy!" "Mishy, they want you." ""Just tell 'em to do it, babe!"" "No, they won't give it to me." "They need to speak to you." "Garry?" ""Just tell them that I want it!"" "They won't give it to me, ya bitch!" "That's why they gotta talk to you!" ""Oh, for fuck's sake." "Do I have to do everything?" ""Jeez!"" "Who's that?" "Running Man." ""I just need an itemised copy of my last bill."" "He's very good." ""It's Michelle Mercieca." Date of birth?" ""August 14, 1970."" "So it was your last bill?" ""Mm-hm."" "OK, Michelle, we'll fax that to you right away." ""Great." "Thank you!"" "They're doing it now." "Where's our copy?" "Have we got a copy of this?" "Oh, yeah, should do." "Hey, buddy, what's going on?" "Yeah, Benj, can you talk for a second?" "Yeah, mate, fire away." "Mate, I think Mishy's screwing around on me." "Well, there's this number on her phone bill, right, that I haven't seen before and she's called the fuckin' thing about a million times." "Fuck, mate." "And I was thinking I was just going to call it straight up but then I thought no, I should just, like, ask around, see if anyone knows who I'm messing with." "Know what I mean?" "She mention anything to you, Bobbie, Carl, anyone?" "No mate, nothin'." "Not that I know of." "I guess I just gotta call it up then, eh?" "Fuck it, I would!" "I'm gonna rip his dick off, Benj." "That's what I'm gonna do." "One of 'em's gotta cop it, right?" "You know, I'm just a weak piece of shit otherwise, right?" "Yeah, mate." "Go for it." "What can I say?" "Thanks, Benj." "Alright, mate." "No worries." "Take it easy." "That's it, guys." "Thanks, fellas." "See ya tomorrow." "Yeah, look forward to it." "Who was that?" "No-one." "Fuckin' prepaid junk." "Hey, baby, come here." "Oh, shit." "What?" "He's dialled the wrong number." "He's supposed to dial 0416 and he's dialled 0413." "So who's he gonna get?" "Well, dunno." "Hello?" "Hello, sir, this is Edward Kelly from the Australian Taxation Office." "Er, does this phone belong to you?" "Yes." "Good." "Can you tell us your name, please?" "Don't tell him your name." "John Wang." "Thank you, John." "We're preparing an audit into your affairs and I have to tell you that this call may be recorded for training purposes only." "Can we start by confirming your address, please, John?" "Uh, 46 Hill Street, Box Hill." "Thank you, sir." "And can you also tell me why are you fucking my girlfriend?" "What?" "You heard me, you little prick." "Where'd ya fuckin' meet her?" "Piss off." "What?" "I said, piss off, you nutcase." "Piss off?" "Yeah, I haven't touched your bloody girlfriend." "Don't you lie to me!" "Yeah, whatever." "Jerk." "Hey, you want to be tough, arsehole?" "You want to be fuckin' tough now, don't ya, eh?" "Yeah, I'll show you fuckin' tough, pal." "I'll show you tough, you little prick." "Yeah, we'll see who's tough now." "Bloody hell." "If we pull him over now, he's gonna know we've been listening." "Exactly." "So we've gotta get this John Wang guy right out of the way." "Without letting him know why?" "He can't know a thing." "I'm comin' in!" "I thought I would've got a reminder or something." "I mean, it's only a speeding fine." "You didn't have to drag me down here." "I could have paid it over the phone if you'd sent me a reminder notice." "OK." "OK, fair enough." "Jesus." "Uh-oh." "Garry." "Mate, we're hot." "I think I've found something, like a bug or something." "You know what they look like?" "Shit." "Where?" "In the HiAce." "Deadset?" "I'm not sure." "I mean, do you know what they're like?" "Bring it over and let's have a look." "We gotta pull out if it is." "Yeah, OK." "What's happened?" "They found the LD in the car." "And they've aborted the job?" "Well, they're not total idiots." "Oh, well." "Looks like there's nothing we can do now." "My ride's here so I suppose I'll see you Monday." "Hey, Susie." "Hey." "Not a good day, huh?" "Very depressing." "Is that him?" "Hmm?" "The shooter from the Auskick thing?" "Yeah, that's what we reckon." "What a psychopath." "He's a failed psychopath, actually." "I spoke to one of the shrinks who saw him in jail and apparently he was born with no feelings - so, in other words, he's a bona-fide psychopath but then something happened which meant that in some situations" "he's just capable of actually feeling something." "Just not when there's a car-Ioad of kiddies in between him and the person he wants to shoot." "Yeah, no, that doesn't count." "You having a fucking affair, bitch?" "No!" "Hey?" "Are you having a fucking affair?" "No!" "Get off me!" "Are you or not?" "I am not having an affair!" "So who's the Box Hill dude then?" "I don't know!" "You've called that number at least eight times!" "I've seen it on your account." "Yeah, I call lots of people." "If they don't answer, I call back and call back and call back!" "Could be a hairdresser, a florist, a pizza-delivery guy." "Who knows?" "Yeah?" "And what about this afternoon?" "You said you were going out to get me something." "Yeah." "Well?" "We can't afford it." "Don't you fuckin' lie to me!" "Please, please!" "Babe, please!" "Cards on the table here, right?" "Cards on the fucking table." "Are you fucking with me or what?" "Benji..." "Benji took me out to see Roberta's plastic surgeon." "After you jerked off all through that Angelina Jolie movie," "I just thought, you know, if I want you to change to be a bit nicer to me, then  then maybe I should change a bit to be a bit nicer to you too." "Be more what you want." "So I looked into getting some work done." "Just everything a bit more sexy." "For you." "Tits like Angelina's?" "Yeah." "And lips." "Wow." "For me?" "Yeah." "This better be true." "I swear." "So when's it happening?" "Well, we can't afford it." "No, no, no, no." "Don't say can't, OK?" "Don't say can't." "It'd cost us 70 grand." "That's doable." "Yeah?" "If I get the money, will you do it?" "Yeah." "Come here." "I fuckin' love you." "I love you too, baby." "Show me." "Rightio." "What do you think?" "Yeah, it's a bug." "So what?" "So what?" "!" "We're fucked." "They're onto us." "Mate, if they were onto us, we'd be fighting them off right now." "I reckon we go ahead." "Sooner the better, I reckon." "Yeah, stupid dumb cops." "So what if they're listening?" "As long as we don't say nothin', they've got nothin'." "Right?" "Do it." "Come on." "See ya, mate." "See ya, boys." "Hey, you need a shower afterwards?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Here we go." "Get a call out." "I need everybody back here right now." "Can we go around to your place?" "Sure." "They're mad." "They know they're hot." "Hey, don't knock it." "Been waiting years for a mistake like this." "You gonna help Dad pick up his bread rolls again?" "It's a big night." "Saturday night." "I reckon we might have to get two bags." "I'll carry one." "Yeah?" "Let's just wait and see how heavy they are, eh?" "Jones, Owen, Kaldas, Brownlow." "Two cars, but stay outside the target area." "If they get a whiff, they'll abort." "We've got to hang back until we can establish intent to commit a crime." "By then we will know the target." "Alright." "Onto it." "And wear vests." "Yeah, I think he likes me." "Oh, really?" "Oooh." "Hello." "Keep walking, darling." "She's cute." "Wonder what she'd taste like." "Creeps." "Are you right, are ya?" "It's not your sister, is it?" "You wish." "What time is it?" "10 past." "OK." "Toorak Road's clear." "Our guys are back here." "SOGs are waiting on this side." "You reckon they're gonna hit the bank?" "Well, it's Saturday." "The banks'll be closed." "It's gotta be that TAB." "A ram-raid?" "They could hit a bank that's closed." "Jesus!" "Watch it!" "I can't help dickheads." "Sorry, mate." "You right?" "Yeah, yeah." "What's happened?" "Come on, guys." "What's going on?" "Where are they?" "Uh, we've lost the tracker." "Shit!" "It's frozen." "Unfreeze it!" "We can only do that by rebooting." "What's that mean?" "It means powering down, letting it clear and powering it back up again." "The listening device is on the same software." "When we put it in, they were linked." "How long will it take to reboot?" "About five minutes." "What?" "!" "If we reboot, we can get them both back in about five minutes, but in the meantime they could do anything and we won't have any evidence." "If we let it go, we can record what happens, but we couldn't stop them because we don't know exactly where they are." "If they're robbing a bank or the TAB, we might have time to reboot." "But five minutes?" "An armed robbery could easily take longer than five minutes." "If it does we can reboot, establish intent, stop a crime." "Yes, but if they're fast we will lose the opportunity of getting anything on which to convict." "Our first job's gotta be stopping them, doesn't it?" "Reboot." "OK." "No." "It's my call." "I'll live with it." "Leave it." "All units, all units." "We've lost the tracker but we still have sound." "Target last seen two minutes ago on the corner of Cromwell Road and Motherwell Street." "Right on time." "There he is." "Who's 'he'?" "Who's 'he'?" "Is this a robbery or a hit?" "Shit." "Go!" "Get in there!" "Get in there!" "Find that target now!" "Who's he ringing?" "Er... it's Carl." "Hello?" "Yeah, hi." "It's me." "You know that horse we were talking about?" "Yeah?" "It's just been scratched." "Let's get these bastards." "Police!" "Don't move!" "Don't move!" "Stay in the car!" "Police!" "Don't move!" "Arggh!" "Don't move!" "Don't move." "Get off me, pig!" "Get down!" "Get down!" "My name is Detective Sergeant Steve Owen." "You are under arrest for the murder of..." "Bill!" "Who'd he shoot, mate?" "Don't know." "Well, whoever you just shot, mate." "Yeah, you roll over." "Go on!" "Now!" "Hey!" "Oi!" "Hey, you are so brave." "Your dad would be really proud of you." "The man who hurt your dad, was he wearing a mask?" "So you didn't see what he looked like?" "Did he say anything to you?" "And what did you do after he ran away?" "I ran across the road to get Mum." "OK." "Good boy." "Anything else you wanna tell me?" "I looked both ways first." "So?" "Tell me they didn't make bail." "No, we had too much on them." "We had the blood on his shoe, the gun." "They're both remanded in custody." "Well done." "About bloody time." "Did they say anything about Carl?" "They're not saying anything much at the moment, but they're both in 23-hour lockdown, so let's see what happens." "Well done." "Hey." "Garry." "Garry." "Can you tell us what's going on?" "Ladies and gentlemen, I just wish to confirm that we have arrested and charged two men in relation to the murder of Michael Marshall in South Yarra." "While this was truly a horrific crime, the speed of our response should reassure the Victorian public that Taskforce Purana is now a very real and potent weapon against organised crime in this State." "And to those involved in organised crime, this should serve as a warning." "We are coming to get you."