"Welcome back to 3AW Drive." "I'm Derryn Hinch." "Recently you may have heard the name Carl Williams in connection with a $20 million amphetamine ring." "In fact, police are calling him the Mr Big of the drug trade." "I have him on the line now." "Carl Williams, good afternoon." "Good afternoon." "What do you say in answer to these very serious accusations?" "It's all a floor show, Derryn." "It's all..." "It's all corruption." "It's... it's... it's all corruption from everywhere in the police force." "Wait a second." "Exactly who are you accusing of corruption?" "Hey, guys, listen to this." "What we need here is a royal commission." "Everyone knows that." "You stamp out one drug squad, you got another corrupt drug squad in its place." "It's the drug squad that's corrupt?" "Goes right to the top." "I know for a fact Detective Sergeant Steve Owen of the Purana Taskforce has had regular dealings with certain members of the drug squad who have since been arrested on corruption charges." "It's nothing but police corruption." "Now, hang on." "Let's be grown-up here." "Why did the police..." "Why did they pluck you out of McDonald's?" "I mean, if you're a cleanskin?" "You tell me." "You tell me." "I don't get involved in nothing." "Well, they haven't come looking for Mr Derryn Hinch." "They've come looking for Mr Carl Williams." "Have you ever been involved in trafficking drugs?" "Fuck, no!" "S'cuse my French." "Oh, you shouldn't listen to this rubbish, love." "I couldn't live without Derryn." "How do you, Carl Williams, earn a quid?" "I'm a commissioner." "What?" "You're a what?" "Wh-what did he just say?" "L-I..." "I earn commissions for people." "Fucking idiot." "What's a commission?" "Well, I have a bet." "I have a gamble on horses." "So..." "I, um..." "You know, I sell jewellery." "I do a lot of odds and ends, Derryn." "You get jewellery for people?" "What, do you steal it?" "No, no, I don't steal." "I'm not a thief." "I'm certainly not a thief, Derryn." "Well, what do you mean, you 'get' jewellery for people?" "Well, I have a friend who's a wholesale jeweller, so if anyone wants necklaces or..." "or gold jewellery, then I'II, um  I'll buy it for 'em at wholesale and then sell it to them retail." "Ask him how he can afford to buy a house for cash, Derryn." "Go on, ask him." "Mr Williams, more than 20 people have died in this so-called gangland war." "Are you scared?" "I got nothing to be scared of." "I think it's..." "I think it's media things." "You know, I got no problems." "Well, Andrew Veniamin." "Is he your bodyguard?" "Nah, Benji's a personal friend." "It's like, you know, if you're walking along the street and you're next to someone, is that your bodyguard?" "Have you got life insurance, Carl?" "No, I don't have no life insurance." "Haven't you people got any work to do?" "That was Carl Williams." "I'm Derryn Hinch." "And that's life." "Tell her to tell them that you've got our total support." "Because you're corrupt too?" "What?" "That's what they'll say." "Look, some mud is gonna stick." "That's inevitable." "You've just got to work through it, Steve." "How's Operation Gatto coming along?" "Yeah, fine." "Ready to roll." "Actually, I'd prefer it if you let Bubba and Jacqui run it." "What, so you can spend more time harassing Carl Williams?" "I'd prefer it if you got Mick Gatto off the streets first." "Mick Gatto was the highest-profile member of the Carlton Crew." "Our plan was simple - use every means at our disposal to get him behind bars and out of harm's way, away from Carl Williams's guns." "It's time we drew a line in the sand." "If we don't stop the prick now, he'll run this town." "Already runs it." "Missed that boat." "Pick up your guts, Lewis." "I've lost two sons." "Well, do something about it." "Why don't you do something about it?" "I'm the money man." "About time he started punching his weight for a change, I reckon." "Mick." "Oh, don't get me wrong." "I'm not calling him gutless." "Course not." "We're talking about the fella who went the distance with the heavyweight champion of New South Wales." "Twice." "This is all partly his fault, you know." "This war." "Well, who brought Benji into the crew in the first place?" "Mick." "Now he's Carl's number one attack dog." "Mick's record as a heavyweight boxer wasn't the greatest - nine fights for five wins." "But he did learn a few valuable lessons." "Never let your opponent know when you're hurt, never throw a punch in anger and never, never, never blink." "Yeah, who's there?" "Can you state your business?" "Mr Gatto, these gentlemen are with the Australian Crime Commission." "Gareth Forrester, Mr Gatto." "Got a warrant here to search these premises and seize such items as might assist us with our investigation." "And what am I being investigated for?" "A whole range of criminal activities." "It's all in the document." "Mr, um?" "Forrester." "There's a gentlemanly way to do things, and then there's the wrong way." "You turning up here at seven o'clock in the morning, disturbing my family, that's the wrong way." "Step aside, please, Mr Gatto." "Just give us 30 minutes." "We'll have our showers, a little coffee." "And dispose of the evidence?" "Alright. 30 minutes." "Provided, of course, I can come in and keep an eye on you." "You'll be my guest." "Is that the only computer, Mr Gatto?" "Yeah, there's one in the boy's room." "Check that out, would you?" "You make sure to tell me if he's been looking at any porn, alright?" "So is this your idea?" "Or theirs?" "We believe it's for your own good, Mr Gatto." "You see, every time we draw up a hit list, your name seems to be at the top." "We think it's harder to kill you when you're in jail." "I don't need your protection, champ." "You gotta be top of the list, old mate." "Scare tactics." "It's the oldest strategy in the world, divide and conquer." "Well, I advise keep a low profile." "Take a long holiday." "What do I look like, an invalid?" "Can't take care of myself?" "Mark and Jason thought they were bulletproof too." "No, run and hide - that's not my style." "Well, in that case, you confront the threat head-on." "Mr Dominic Gatto?" "Who wants him?" "The Australian Taxation Office." "Barbarians at the gate." "What can I do for you?" "According to ATO records, Mr Gatto, you haven't filed a tax return since 1989." "Is this an appropriate venue?" "This is where you conduct all your business." "Look, I could have taken my eye off the ball, forgotten the odd tax return or two." "I've been busy." "Since the sources of your income were difficult to trace, we undertook an audit of your assets and lifestyle." "We calculated your taxable income on their value." "What assets are you talking about?" "Your home in Doncaster, holiday house in Sorrento, two investment properties in Richmond, your share of a crane and scaffolding business operating out of Laverton." "It's all in here." "Happy reading." "The bottom line is that you owe us $1,204,648." "Come on, fatso." "Come on, up on your elbows." "That's hopeless!" "Come on!" "Fuck!" "Alright, now, turn around." "Oh, fuck off." "Hey, listen, fatso, you want to lose the gut, you gotta do the work." "I'm thinking it's time we made a move on the big guy." "Who?" "You know who." "Gatto." "Nuh, you find someone else." "I can't touch him." "He's a mate." "Benj, you're like family now." "We open up our hearts to you." "You owe me Mick Gatto." "It's like asking me to murder my father." "You whacked your best mate Dino." "Why can't you whack some big ugly knob like Gatto?" "Listen to me, alright?" "It's about respect." "Whose side you on, Benj?" "I didn't order a salad." "No, you never do." "But you should." "Take it back." "Do you want parmesan?" "I can already feel this doing me good." "Mick, you know how Benji borrowed my car?" "It was a few months back." "He still hasn't returned it." "I'll talk to him first chance I get." "Hey, Mick, Mick." "Can I help you guys or what?" "Here to see Mick Gatto." "So who are you?" "My name's Sean." "This is Michael." "Carl Williams says hello." "I'm his cousin." "Well, congratulations." "That must be a thrill for you." "So is that it?" "'Hello' or?" "Somewhere we can talk in private, Mick?" "Talk right here." "Just say whatever you want to say, then piss off." "Carl wants you to know he's got no plans to hurt the Munster." "Mate, who would want to waste a bullet on me?" "Who am I a threat to?" "Nah." "They're just trying to put the wind up us." "You know how to use it?" "I don't need a gun." "You want a demo?" "I was carrying one of these when you were still pooing in your nappy." "Well, maybe you're right." "Maybe it is me that they're after." "But..." "Well, in that case we'll drink to YOUR health." "Merry Christmas." "Salute." "Come on, you fat pig." "Get up there!" "You are hopeless, Carl." "Oh!" "Piss off." "Totally hopeless." "Shockin', mate." "Who is it?" "Hey?" "Uh, it's private, mate." "Hey, buddy." "How you doing?" "Andrew!" "Hey, thanks for stopping by." "Appreciate it." "Don't mention it." "Haven't seen much of you, champ." "What's going on?" "You know, commitments, mate." "You know what it's like, eh?" "So, have you got a minute for a chat?" "Yeah, sure." "60 seconds, tops." "And then we'll have a coffee, alright?" "We'll just retire to the boardroom." "OK." "We'll wait for you here." "Yeah." "I'm worried about you, champ." "Me?" "What?" "I'm fine." "I hear that you're spending a lot of time with Carl Williams." "Look." "Sometimes I spend time with you, sometimes I spend time with him." "You know..." "I know a lot of people." "You're a special person, Andrew." "You've got special gifts." "And I hate to see you wasting them." "Don't worry about me." "Into a lot of gear?" "No." "No." "You just remember what happens to guys who do do a lot of that shit." "Listen, I got it under control." "Andrew, I don't want to hear that you're running with the Williams crew." "That's not healthy." "Think it over." "Think it over." "Come here." "Come here." "What are you thinking about?" "Jesus Christ on the cross." "What do you reckon it feels like to get spikes nailed through your hands?" "Nuh, kidding." "I'm thinking about what a beautiful back you got." "Ooh." "Ooh." "Ooh." "Lower." "What a beautiful back you got!" "Youse want anything from the bar?" "Um, Bundy and Coke." "Yeah, ouzo straight up." "It'll cost ya." "Everything's got a price, Benj." "Remember that." "What's up his arse?" "You two having a blue?" "Nah, we're cool." "Yeah, sure you are." "Hey, you see this?" "Yeah, I thought that was new." "It's pretty." "And look." "Guess who." "You got me hanging around your neck." "You only get one soul mate." "I love you, Benj." "Have a good day, love?" "Pretty good." "You?" "Yeah." "Sis rang." "They're coming for Christmas dinner after all." "Oh." "Good-o." "More the merrier." "Is that pork chops I can smell?" "Yes, and roast vegies." "Mm-hm." "Graham, what's the matter?" "Nothing, love." "Don't scare me." "You're worried about something." "I haven't got a worry in the world." "You are worried." "I can tell." "Sybil, I'm not worried." "Pull your head in." "Read your bloody book." "30 years of marriage, I can read YOU like a bloody book." "Can I do anything to help?" "I love you very much." "Tell me what I can do to help." "Keep the home fires burning." "That's what I'd like you to do." "'Cause nobody does it better." "Uh, we got any ice-cream?" "Choc-chip?" "What about your cholesterol?" "Sybil, have we got any ice-cream or not?" "Yes or no?" "No." "I'm hopping out." "Hello?" "Hello, Mick." "It's Sybil Kinniburgh here." "Hey." "Graham's dead, Mick." "Murdered." "He went out for ice-cream." "They killed him when he went out for choc-chip ice-cream." "It has to be Benji Veniamin, doesn't it?" "Well, the MO's about right." "The shooter was on foot." "Waited for Kinniburgh to get home, couple of bullets in him, took off in a waiting vehicle." "Yeah, 2-man team, as per usual." "My condolences." "I know Mr Kinniburgh was a good friend." "He was my best friend." "Just for the record, what was Mr Kinniburgh's line of work?" "He was a rigger." "Can you shed any light on the matter, Mr Gatto?" "Well, I wish I could, but I can't." "Did he have any enemies?" "He was widely liked." "Well-respected in the community." "And I wouldn't know anyone who'd want to hurt him." "Yes, but surely you must have your suspicions." "I mean, we do." "Then why are you bothering me?" "Come on, Mick." "How are we supposed to shut these blokes down if you don't tell us what you know?" "Are we done?" "Oh, this is bloody useless." "I don't want you sorting this out yourself." "We'll deal with it." "Understand?" "Yeah, I'd like to place a death notice." ""Kinniburgh." "Graham." ""The Munster." ""Tragically taken." ""Words cannot express the way that I feel right now." ""You were my lifelong friend." ""And I was so proud to be part of your life." ""This has left a void in my life that cannot be replaced." ""I love you, Pa." ""And I will never, ever forget you."" "Why him?" "Why Graham?" "Why not me, you mean." "You could have prevented this, Mick." "All you had to do was take that little tattooed prick mate of yours in hand." "We all know who did it." "What are you gonna do about him?" "Hello." "Hey?" "Hey, buddy, what's doing?" "Yep." "Yeah, righto." "Hey, fatso!" "It's Mick." "Mick?" "Yeah, he wants to talk to you." "G'day, Mick." "Powwow?" "Gee, Mick, I dunno." "I get pretty nervous when strange men invite me to private powwows." "Yeah, alright." "I'll see you there." "So where are you meeting him?" "Just at a pub." "Where are my bloody keys?" "You got my bloody keys?" "Don't get in a fucking tizzy with me, toad." "Haven't seen you this nervous since you were off to see Jason and Mark Moran." "Yeah, and look what fucking happened." "I got an extra navel in my belly." "Hey." "Wish me luck." "See ya." "Yeah." "It'll be alright." "Mick." "Carl." "Beer?" "Yeah, sure." "Why not?" "Speccy weather at the moment, isn't it?" "Just cut to the chase." "A lot of shit's been going on, and you've had a big hand in it." "Sorry I'm late." "I was parking the car." "He's driving me." "Andrew." "A lot of shit's been going on, and you've had a big hand in it." "Both of you." "Mate, we've had nothing..." "Don't interrupt, 'cause I'm not gonna argue the toss with you." "'Cause right now," "I don't care why this bloke or that bloke had to be knocked." "What I care about..." "My condolences about the Munster." "He was a top bloke." "You just shut up." "You are not even fit to mention his name." "You put your guns away." "You hearing me, Andrew?" "Mate, it's over." "He says he wants us to move on." "But does he mean it?" "Is he just setting me up?" "What do you think, Benji?" "Benji!" "You know Mick better than me." "You know Mick better than anyone." "Mick don't take shit from no-one, Carl." "That includes you." "What's that supposed to mean?" "He's gonna kill you, man." "I mean, unless you kill him first." "Hello?" "Well, you gonna wish me a happy birthday?" "Hey, Roberta." "Happy birthday." "Guess what I'm doing." "I'm having a bath in French fuckin' champagne." "You got a prezzie for me?" "Yeah, of course I have, babe." "Am I ever gonna see your face again?" "You just try and stop me." "No, the song." "# Am I ever gonna see ya face again?" "# No way, get... #" "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know." "And, Benj..." "I love you." "I know." "You off to work?" "Uh, yeah." "You want something to eat first, or?" "No, Pa, I'm fine." "You be careful, huh?" "Yeah." "Andrew." "Come here." "Hmm?" "G'day, Mick." "G'day, Mick." "Anything you want done today?" "Just be on standby in case anything comes up, yeah?" "Oh, thanks for coming." "Take a seat." "You have a cheque for us in the amount of $1,204,648?" "You know, I can read tea-leaves." "I can foretell the future." "And if I choose to contest this number 1-2-0-4-6-4-8, we are going to spend a lot of time in court together, you and me." "You'd lose and pay costs." "But if I win, it will cost the taxpayer more than $1.2 million." "So you want to hear my counteroffer?" "I agree that I have to pay you some money." "That is only fair and just." "There is $200,000 there, and it's all yours if you rip that up." "So why don't you go back to your masters and you tell 'em the situation?" "'Cause I got a busy day ahead of me." "Sit, sit, sit." "Giovanni!" "A peppermint tea and..." "What do you want?" "What do you want?" "Uh, normal cappuccino." "Don't make it too strong." "Sit down, sit down." "Sit down." "So, what's with the peppermint tea?" "How's me old mate doing?" "Ronnie?" "Oh, he's going real well." "Yeah, he looks..." "looks fucking real good." "Yeah, he looks terrific." "But he's gonna have an X-ray soon." "See what the cancer looks like." "So why have you been avoiding me, champ?" "Hmm?" "Mick, who's avoiding you?" "Here I am." "You... you want a chat?" "Yeah, I do." "Fuck you!" "Giovanni." "There's been some trouble." "I just shot Andrew Veniamin." "He's dead." "Call the police." "Fuck!" "Call the police." "I keep hearing that you think that I killed Graham." "Well, Andrew, to be honest with you, mate, that's what I keep hearing." "Mick, why would I fuck with you?" "You're a mate of mine." "Dino Dibra." "Paul Kallipolitis." "Yeah..." "They were your mates..." "They fucking deserved it!" "They were dogs." "Good afternoon." "As you would have just heard, there seems to have been another gangland slaying here in Melbourne." "That has to be either 22 or number 23." "According to the news that's just in, a man has been shot dead in the inner Melbourne suburb of Carlton." "Ambulance Service spokesman James Howe says they received a call to attend the scene of a shooting near the corner of Faraday and Rathdowne streets just before 3pm." "The man was dead when paramedics arrived." "It happened outside La Porcella restaurant." "Sounds like something out of the Mafia days in New York City, doesn't it?" "As I understand it, um..." "As I understand it, uh, the..." "the man who is dead, we have a name." "We can't confirm it yet, but the man who is dead is an associate of Carl Williams." "We go straight now, on that shooting, to Aaron Young, through to a news report." "Aaron, good afternoon." "Good afternoon to you, Derryn." "Oi, Owen!" "I heard there was a shooting." "What happened?" "Andrew Veniamin's been shot." "Dead?" "Who did it?" "Who did it?" "Oh, Jesus, it's Mick Gatto." "Oh, fuck." "And what happened next?" "I said, um, "Dino Dibra and Paul Kallipolitis were your mates," ""but you fucking killed them."" "He said they deserved it, they were dogs." "And I'm looking him in the eyes, and his face goes kind of funny, he takes a step back, and he says, "We had to kill Graham, but..." ""We had to kill fucking Graham." "Fuck him." ""And fuck you."" "And I never seen where he got it from, but he pulled out a gun, and that's when I lunged, and I grabbed his arm." "Grabbed his arm with my hand." "And then the gun went off past my head." "Grabbed his hands with both my hands and pushed his hands, 'cause his hands were still on the trigger." "And I squeezed his hands, forced him to pull the trigger." "And then it was just bang, bang." "And I don't remember where it went or whatever." "So what happens now?" "We'll swab you for gunshot residue, take your photograph, your fingerprints and remand you into custody." "Mr Veniamin?" "Detectives James and Owen, Purana Taskforce." "Sir, I've got some bad news for you." "Your son Andrew was shot dead this afternoon." "May we call someone for you?" "Mr Veniamin, do you understand?" "Andrew is dead?" "Thank you." "I understand." "Yes, boss?" "Are they sure?" "Alright, thanks." "The transcribers have been working through the listening device backlog." "Guess who was home safe and sound watching Christmas carols with Mum and Dad the night Kinniburgh was shot." "Benji." "Who the hell was it, then?" "I thought that was one file we could put away." "You've lost someone important to you." "A relative or close friend." "Very close friend." "Very close." "Do you have something belonging to this departed one?" "I have a strong sense of a man trying to make contact." "Yeah." "He's a man." "Can you see him?" "I'm getting a message." "I can see a letter." "The letter 'S'." "Think hard." "It's important." "He's being pulled away from us." "Sunshine." "He grew up in Sunshine." "Yes!" "Yes, I can see the sun shining, shining all around him like  like a halo." "What's his name?" "Benji." "That's right." "Benjamin." "No, um, we called him Benji, but his name's Andrew." "Correct." "He wants you to know he's looking over you." "Benji's looking after you, Roberta." "Tell him I love him." "He knows." "Oh, my word, yes, he knows." "And he wants you to know  that he loves you with all of his heart." "The Deputy Commissioner says you're a prime target in the gangland war, Carl Williams." "What do you say to that?" "I haven't got any enemies, Derryn." "Do you have any message for Andrew Veniamin's killer?" "If anyone wants to come get me, come get me." "Just don't miss." "On June 15, 2005, after eight hours deliberation, a supreme court jury rejected the Crown's case against Mick Gatto." "He was found not guilty of murdering Andrew Veniamin, and acquitted." "Gatto's solicitor, Brian Rolfe, said the prosecution case was based on theory, not facts." "The prosecution could never establish that Andrew Veniamin did not bring the gun to the restaurant." ""Thank God for the jury system," ""and thank God for my barrister, Robert Richter," said Gatto." "Mr Rolfe said his client's first wish, after 15 months in custody, was to have a nice meal, probably in Carlton, but not at La Porcella." "No-one's been charged with Graham Kinniburgh's murder." "We're still working on that one."