Underbelly s01e06 Episode Script

It's a jungle out there.
It's a jungle out there.
It's a jungle out there.
# I've got someone on the left of my left side # I've got cigarette on cigarette mindful # I got foolish # Throughout the gangland war to date, the most dangerous man in town had so far gone unnoticed.
In a year he'd be a household name.
This is Andrew 'Benji' Veniamin.
# don't tell me you want me # I I'm over it # You can't have it and that's why you want it # I I'm over it # Baby, if you and me aren't trying # I can't see the point # Come on, come on # Baby, if you and me aren't trying # I can't see the point # Come on, come on # Hey, heading out? Yeah, Mick wants to catch up.
You sure you're gonna be warm enough like that, darling? I'm fine, Mama.
Hmm.
Relax, OK? OK.
Catch youse later.
The matter of Mark Moran was still fresh in everyone's mind.
And although no-one knew who'd done it, his dad, Lewis Moran, already had a prime suspect.
Benj.
Mate.
You know whose name keeps cropping up? Dino.
No, mate, he's a good bloke.
I know he's a mate of yours Unless Mark was dogging on him He's a fucking loose cannon! Listen, you're looking for Are you are you LISTENING TO ME?! Hey.
Come on, calm down.
You two went to school together, yeah? Yeah.
Did more than that.
We got expelled together.
Yeah, well, I can't write him off yet.
Wasn't him.
Lew Caine is getting out of the nick this morning.
Do you wanna pick him up for us? Yeah, righto.
Give us your keys, buddy.
Hmm? Mick wants me to do a job for him.
Give us your keys.
Yeah, yeah.
When'll I get it back? Couple of hours.
Hey, Lew.
Benji.
Listen.
The boys have heard good things about you.
Thought you might like a place to crash for a week or two.
Give you a new phone and some cash.
Get you going.
Can I trust 'em? Oh, they tell it straight.
They look after their own.
Which is more than I can say about any other prick in this town.
Look at her tits.
Yeah, I saw, mate.
There he is.
Benji.
Hey.
How you doing, Nik? We just talking about you.
PK told me, what, you don't work for him no more, huh? Relax, mate, will ya? Yeah? This Mick, this big bloke, he keep you busy? He's taking it easy.
Especially since Mark got popped.
Yeah, that is surprise for me.
Hmm.
You heard anything? No.
The dealers, they don't say much.
They're not crying, of course.
He was arsehole to all of them.
Couldn't have been Rocco, could it? No.
He was at the airport.
He was there with Dino? No, no, no.
Just him.
Just Rocco.
Mmm.
Nobody knows where the hell Dino was.
All of South Melbourne should be yours, Carl.
There should be business fucking everywhere.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, don't just say 'yeah'.
Look at what happened.
Mark gets offed and all the pushers go straight to the old man.
Come on.
I guess we should do something about him too, I guess.
Hey, hey.
Don't get carried away, mate.
Mark and Jason are one thing.
But the dad's got mates, you know? Lots of them.
We've gotta keep building the business, Dino.
If old man Moran's in the way, we've gotta get him out of the way.
Do you hear yourself talk? Mate, it's not that hard.
I've done it, remember? Found it easy, did you? Just gotta do what's in our best interest, Dino.
Lewis Moran.
Shit! He's gonna get us all killed, mate.
Hey, what if the Morans actually heard it was Carl who shot Mark? He wouldn't live out the week.
One answer, then.
He's making the gear, though, Dino.
We don't want Carl whacked.
That's where all the money's coming from.
Come on, matey.
He's got a good system going, yeah? We're all making a buck.
Everyone's happy.
So we don't wanna dog on him, OK? We've just gotta convince him to pull his head in.
Alright? Boss, just go with me on this for a second, OK? Carl shoots Mark.
Then he races to the pub where he knew he'd be seen on security camera.
You have to admit, it's the most credible scenario.
Is it? Mark was also taking business off Nik Radev and PK and dobbing Tony Mokbel into the drug squad.
Why are they less credible than some two-bit drug cook? Keep an open mind, Steve.
What do you reckon? To be honest, I don't reckon he looks like he'd be able to kill anyone.
The bottle shop's just there.
Steve, it's there! It had to be Carl.
Steve, Carl's on camera here within We can't get here under 19 and we're in a V8 cop car.
It wasn't Carl.
Oi.
Shouldn't you be going easy when you're pregnant? Fuck off! Don't tell me to fuck off.
You've got a baby in there.
You should be thinking about what you're putting in your fat guts.
Yeah, but that's all Jesus! Jesus! Stay down! It's alright! Carl! Shut up! Alright.
It's alright.
It's alright.
It's alright.
What the hell was that? Thought you said were gonna talk to him! You said we have to get him to pull his head in.
You reckon that'll do it?! Jesus Christ! How do you normally calm people down? Shooting their house We can't talk to him! He only listens to wifey! Getting him not to go after Lewis by making him think they're gunning for him - how the fuck does that work?! Man! Rocco, we can do anything, mate! We are the kings of fucking Sunshine! What the?! What are you doing, you idiot?! You ran a stop sign! You spastic! Are you fucking blind, mate?! Did you see what you did? What are you gonna do about it? Take his head and stick it through his windscreen! Come on, bro! You spastic! Rocco, get in the car! Rocco, get in the car! Come on! You're crazy, mate! Absolutely fucking crazy! What are you doing in here, Carl?! Get out there and deal with it! My daughter's terrified! I'm terrified! The house is a fucking bomb site! We're out there and you're fucking hiding in the dunny! Fucking bullshit, Carl! Get off your fucking arse, you big fucking scaredy-cat! Get off your fat arse and deal with the mess! ROBERTA! Just shut up, alright?! Just shut up, OK? Let me think.
Well, luckily the driver survived and he made a statement against Rocco and, for once, the magistrate didn't grant bail.
So, Rocco's gone.
I mean, he's locked up.
Yep.
Out of our hair for about four to five years.
But Dino is still free.
Well, he's not exactly free.
He's out on bail for abduction.
Hasn't been tried yet.
Can I have the keys? Here.
Thanks.
Ever noticed how the Panadol at Safeways is always right next to the condoms? Well, let's call for a royal commission.
No, all I'm saying is it's not exactly encouraging, is it? Can't you just, I don't know, get rid of him somehow? What, the bloke that stacks the shelves? No, stupid.
Dino.
I mean, he goes into petrol stations and shoots them up.
And kidnaps people.
I don't want him walking around in the same city that I live in.
Are you serious? If I just went and shot him, what would you think of me? Half of me would be like, "Thank God.
" You can't just want the result and shut your eyes to the consequences.
If I got my service revolver, went over to Sunshine and just killed the bloke, I'd be no better than him, would I? See the door, Dino? Lewis Moran and his mates? Yep.
They did that? Probably.
You know, like I heard, as a warning to back off.
You're kidding me.
It's letting me know I'm on a hit list.
Nah, nah, it's nothing like that, mate.
Mate, I know this family.
They wanna see me running around shitting myself for a few days, then they'll whack me.
It's no fun killing me unless I'm shit-scared first.
Nup.
I don't think so.
You know what I think? I think they don't know it was you, yeah? They're not sure it was you, so they're just, like, telling you to pull your fucking head in, mate, just in case it was you.
Dino, have you been shot by a Moran? No.
Well, I have.
So shut up and listen.
They will shoot me unless we do something about them first.
You're not scared of them, but.
He's fucking terrified.
Oh, fuck, chips.
But anyway, we've made a shitload of gear and those stupid squarehead clubbers are buying 100,000 little buggers every weekend.
So cash flow's good.
We're sitting on a golden goose, mate.
We've just gotta make sure we can live to enjoy it.
So you find me someone to whack Lewis, or do it yourself.
I don't care.
Got two words for you, Carl.
Mick Gatto.
Just come back to me with a price.
Lewis Moran.
Fuck.
No-one's gonna touch it for under a 100 g's.
Alright, 100 g's, then.
Serious? I'll even put 50 up front.
Chips inside.
Oh, thanks, darl.
Do you wanna bring 'em out for us? You want chips, you fucking get off your fucking arses, you cocksucking pair of poofters.
Give us the Melways, will you? We'll find another route.
Tell you what, you choose the route and I'll drive.
It's a point of honour, Benj.
If Dino killed Mark, I have to put him in the ground.
But that's the thing, Lewis.
It's an 'if'.
We just don't know where Dino was.
That's all.
I'm prepared to put money on the table for this, Benj.
How much? Fif Forty.
Fifty grand.
Forty grand.
Top rates.
Oh, it's a fair price.
Look, I know he was a mate of yours, but if you can find someone Are you with me, Benj? Or him? Lewis, I just I wanna know he done it, that's all.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Let me know.
Good boy.
Uh Benji.
What? Um, you've still got my wheels.
Yeah, I know.
I've got a few things to do.
It's just that I need Giovanni.
Relax.
Mario.
Talk to Mick.
He's not my boy.
Carl bloody did it.
# Welcome to the sound of my head # My weary head # I can't, can't, can't step back and look away # Your sad face makes me wanna # Drop another pill # Hey, back to work? Yeah.
Yeah, what time this arvo? Depends on what's going on.
Hey.
Oh, thanks.
Yeah, but I'm catching up with Dino first.
I thought you were out of the drug world.
I am, Ba.
We're still mates.
What? PK and Dino? Yeah, you know.
It's not like the old days.
Oh, good.
Good to see.
I knew you'd settle down sometime.
Hey, nice car outside.
Yeah, it looks good, doesn't it? Mmm.
Take care of it.
If they trust you with it, you look after it.
Dad, I do, alright? Are you home for tea? No, actually.
I'm gonna be late again.
Leave something in the fridge for me? Yeah.
Just so long as you promise me it'll get eaten, OK? OK, Mama.
I promise.
Yep.
Yeah, buddy, I'll be there soon.
Hey, have you ever met Carl? Nup.
You doing work for him, are you? Oh, you know.
Here and there.
Morans shot up his front door.
Did they? Yeah, well, someone did.
And there ain't no-one else that's got it in for him.
Morans aren't after Carl.
Bullshit.
They hate his guts.
They shot him in the fucking guts.
That was Jason.
Jason's off his dial, mate.
I'm telling you, Benji.
If we don't get Lewis Moran, he's gonna get Carl.
That's bullshit.
Listen, I've been speaking to Lewis and he ain't said nothing.
Well, he ain't said nothing 'cause he knows we're mates, yeah? You ought to see Carl's front door.
Benji, the bloke's a fucking low-life, double-crossing dog.
Yeah, yeah.
All Carl's doing is trying to make money.
That's all he wants to do.
OK, so I'm not saying yes, 'cause I'm not accepting nothing yet, but what's he putting up? Fucking hell.
Oh, fuck.
I know, mate.
This has gotta stay between us, OK? We go way back.
I mean, you're rolling with these Carlton guys now.
You know where they go.
I know we could do it together.
If you want a pay day.
Where were you when Mark got whacked? With the cops.
On a Sunday night? Yeah, they dragged me in about Mad Rich.
Bullshit.
What sort of homicide cop works on a Sunday night? I swear, man.
I gotta watch out, don't I, Benji? Who from? Don't ask, Dino.
Yeah.
Well, fuck 'em.
If someone's got a death wish, mate, tell them to bring it on.
I can look after myself.
Why would I waste my money shooting a door? Carl's an arse-wiping shelf-stacker.
Forget him, Benj.
It's Dino.
Dino's messing with your brain.
First he tells you I'm shooting doors.
Then he reckons he got dragged down the cop shop at, what, 8:30 on a Sunday night? You don't believe that crap.
I know you don't.
I'll tell you what happened.
Carl's had a set against my boys since they shot him in the guts.
Then Dino starts working for Carl.
And to get in good with his new boss, killed Mark.
That's it - end of story.
Just had a phone call from the Ferret.
Hmm? You know the Ferret.
He's a Perth bikie.
He says Tony Mokbel's running around town telling everyone he's a dog.
So he's gonna fly in on the weekend.
I said I'd set up a meeting.
So can you get me a contact number for Mokbel? Or a contact or something? Andrew.
Hey? Yep, yep.
Sure.
Take Lew with you.
And Andrew, can you give back the car? Alright.
Let's go.
This is the phone Mark Moran had in his pocket when he was shot.
What, he had two phones? Yeah.
And the tech guys tell me that someone who really does know what they're doing with these things has modified this so he doesn't receive an account.
What, so no bill on that phone? No bill.
But there is a text message saying, "Meet me at 8:00pm.
" What, from Carl? No.
'Vince'.
Let's call Vince, shall we? It'll be in the address book.
There.
Hi.
You've called Vince Love.
I can't answer the phone right now, but if you leave a message Drug squad? I was stolen the Friday before Mark Moran was killed.
That's a copy of the damage and loss form.
See? So whoever stole it sent a message, knowing he'd think it was me.
What is your phone number doing in a phone owned by Mark Moran? Well, we were using him to get to Mokbel.
So obviously whoever killed him knew enough to know that if he thought it was me, he'd come and meet us.
Thanks, mate.
Well, if there's anything else, just let me know.
Go the Hawks.
Cheers.
Now, while still keeping an open mind, it's a fair bet to say that Carl stole that phone and texted Mark.
No.
Apparently those text messages, you can trace where they're from.
And unfortunately for Vince Love, that one originated right here in St Kilda Road.
So what, you think that he faked the phone being stolen and sent the text himself? That'd make him an accessory to murder.
Circumstantially.
But how do we prove that he deliberately set Mark up? I'm handing this whole thing over to Ethical Standards.
All you gotta do is turn up.
Yeah, alright, Mick.
I'll be there, huh? All good.
Oi, Tone.
Hey, Carl.
What'd Mick want? Oh, just this biker prick from Perth, right? The Ferret.
He's a bit pissed off 'cause I called him a dog, which he fucking is.
Anyway, Mick's organising a meeting to sort it out.
Be careful, Tone.
It's alright, Mick'll be there.
It's all on the level.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I mean, I trust him.
I trust him.
It's alright.
Oi, they shot my house up, you know? Everyone knows you and Mark weren't exactly the best of buddies.
You get a bit jumpy sometimes, don't you? Mmm.
Eh? That's good! It's alright.
Look at that.
Carl, I swear, one day, even if it kills me, I'm gonna find out where those legs finish.
I've got her working in one of my salons now.
Yeah? Fuck, I'm a cunning bastard sometimes.
Benji.
Lola.
Seen you around a bit, haven't I? I used to dance at Bar 20.
Ah! That's right.
So you would've seen me there a bit too, eh? Yeah.
I haven't been rude or nothing, have I? No.
A bit low on chips there.
I wasn't a few hours ago.
Uh-huh.
If you win, you owe me the kiss back, yeah? A grand? Mmm.
You sure? I'm betting on a win.
Don't you go anywhere.
Hey, hey, hey you got any coke? I thought you were out of drugs.
Yeah, well, Mick's not into 'em.
Hey, Benji, remember that day we talked about hearing a voice? What voice? What? We had to get some money off some poor schmuck who owed PK.
And after we cleaned him up, you talked about hearing a voice.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
And I said, "Yeah, it's like this voice that's inside your head.
"It's talking to you.
It's telling you that you've gotta finish it.
"If the dog deserves it, you can't be weak.
"You can't listen to the dog.
"You gotta give it to him 'cause he deserves it.
"He's gotta take it.
" You know what that is, don't you, mate? That's the devil.
Let's find out where this Lewis Moran is, yeah? I'm hearing the voice, mate.
You are too, yeah? Take it.
I lost.
That's OK.
I'm so, so sorry.
You know what you owe me now? What? A dance.
Sure.
Hey, fellas.
How you doing? We've been told no way, Lola.
Come on, buddy, relax.
She's with me.
I don't give a fuck who she's with, she's not coming inside.
Come on! I said fuck off, you cheap tramp.
Argh! Shit! Are you alright? Yeah.
Are you sure? Yeah.
Relax, babe.
You alright? Yeah.
Wow! Come here.
Snazzy piece of art.
Nice, huh? Hey? Yeah.
Hey, no, no.
Don't do that.
Let's just talk for a bit.
You wanna talk? Yeah, I do.
I like you.
Really? Yeah.
I wanna find out more about you.
I'm not doing anything else for a while.
Me neither.
No.
Hey.
Apparently, with those text messages, you can trace where they're from and unfortunately for Vince Love, that one originated right here, at St Kilda Road.
Dino.
Hmm? God, he was at St Kilda Road.
That's why he dragged me in on a Sunday night.
He texted, Carl shot.
I moved down to Melbourne with a junkie boyfriend.
And he was shit.
And then there was someone else.
And every time I hook up with someone, they tell me they're thinking of me.
But they never do, you know? They never do.
Everyone lets you down eventually.
Just gotta get used to it, I guess.
Am I boring you? This is really boring, isn't it? I gotta do something.
I'll be back.
OK.
Could be a while, though.
Alright? If you need anything, you just put it on the room.
Anything? Anything.
Enjoy yourself, alright? I'll try.
OK.
Hey, Dino, you at home? I got a piece to do Lewis.
Yeah, well, you drive.
I'll meet you in 15.
OK.
Street's back that way.
Two? Yeah.
Alright.
Hey, boss.
Morning.
Dino Dibra? Yeah, bugger it.
What? Nothing.
When did this happen? A few hours ago.
Lots of neighbours heard the shots but no-one saw anything.
Shells? What the hell are we dealing with now? So, what do you fuckin' want? Just a routine inquiry, Mrs Williams.
Routine, my arse.
It's about Dino, isn't it? Were you friends with Dino? Oh, we knew him.
Any idea who might have wanted him dead? Fuck off.
Anyone he might have talked about, Carl? Nah.
You can't help us at all? Nah.
Nah, mate.
Sorry.
He was a fun guy.
Always good for a laugh and that, you know.
We only knew him socially.
Any idea what he did for a living? No idea, mate.
No idea? Wouldn't have a clue.
Someone chuck a mental, did they? Chuck you if you don't fuck off.
You got the cash? Give me a break.
He's barely reached the morgue.
Hey, listen, Lewis.
You wanted it organised, I got it organised, OK? Now the guy wants his money.
Yeah, he'll get his money.
It's us, Benj.
Don't panic.
When? Soon! Very soon.
Look, if we have a good weekend this weekend for business Next month.
No, no! Next month some time Listen, the deal was a lump sum, wasn't it? The deal was an overall figure.
I'll stick with it, mate.
Promise.
Tony's just got here too.
You know Tony Mokbel? Benji.
Benji, hey.
Heard a lot about you.
Alright, so what are we doing? Yeah, well, mate, it's just a beat-up, alright? I'm sorry.
OK? So we all sorted? We're sorted.
I heard he was a dog.
He's not a dog.
Don't sound like you mean it! Tony, sit down.
Get some feed going here.
Get some pizza, thanks.
Some ham and pineapple, whatever - four seasons.
But sit down.
Alright, Mick.
Go easy.
So who else has been saying it, Tony? Well, mate, you know, be honest with you - been hearing it from everywhere.
Maybe everyone's just been telling me what I just told them.
Fuck, you know what? That's what it is.
Maybe I started the rumour myself and I didn't realise it.
'Cause it's either that, mate, or everyone in the whole fucking world knows you're a dog and I'm the only prick brave enough to stand here today and say so.
I'll put my hand up.
You're a dog! What do you want? You want me to hide under the fucking table? I just keep hearing the guy's a fucking dog.
In the criminal world, calling a man a 'dog' is the worst insult of all.
Who knows why Tony Mokbel did it.
Why did he turn up doped to the eyeballs in the first place? Whatever his sins, it's doubtful he deserved such a vicious beating.
Benji Veniamin couldn't understand why Big Mick had let it happen.
Hey! Alright, mate.
Come on.
Yeah, get him out of here.
Giovanni, we're gonna need a coffee here.
"Come to a meeting, Tony.
" What, so you can fucking belt me? If I set you up, you'd still be on the floor, you wanker.
I organised a lunch for you so you could deal with this in a gentlemanly way.
Instead, you cruise in here, drugged up to the eyeballs, behaving like the biggest dickhead in town.
Who the hell do you think you are, Mokbel? Argh, fuck.
You're a fucking nobody.
You get him to the doctor.
You know that bloke? Then you get him a room at Crown.
That's the bloody problem - they start taking their own gear and it just fucking completely knocks them around.
Andrew, after this - the car.
No, no.
That's good.
Yep.
You right? Yeah.
You don't want a drink or nothing? No.
Ah, fuck.
Mate, if that wasn't a fucking set-up.
Eh? I mean, you saw it.
You were there.
That Mick Gatto.
Man of his word, huh? What a load of crap.
Mate, he's jealous 'cause I make fuckin' 10 times more money than he's ever made.
Tony, fuck me dead.
What'd they do to you, mate? Shit, Tone, you look like crap, mate.
You gonna be alright? Listen, that Carlton Crew, mate, there's a class act, huh? Bastards, mate.
Fucking Italians - all think they're big shots, every single one of them.
Alright, I'll leave you to it.
Hey, good talking to you.
You too.
We'll talk again.
Yeah, yeah.
Stuff's in the bag, yeah? Yeah, give it to him.
Oi, mate.
Yeah, what? Thanks a lot, yeah.
It's a pleasure.
Yeah, thanks from me too.
Righto.
I like your tats.
They're sexy.
How much do you want for bringing him around? Nah, don't worry about that.
Nah, bullshit, nothing, mate.
You could've put him in a cab or anything.
Two grand alright? Thank you.
I just don't want you pissing off, thinking we owe you something.
So if you want any more No, no.
Listen, that's fine.
It's much appreciated.
Mate, I'll tell you what, at these rates, you need anything, give me a call.
What's Mick gonna say about that? I'm not his slave.
I go where the work is.
So, as I said, you need anything, give me a call.
Alright.
Right.
Catch youse later.
Hey, Andrew.
It's Benji.
What? Benji.
My friends call me Benji.
From me.
Thank you.
And if you want any more, just call.
Righto.
Enjoy.
I like him.
He's nice.
Hi, it's Lola.
I just wanted to call and say thank you.
I never thought someone I was so scared of could turn out to be my oxygen.
I'll love you forever, Benj.
Did you get the milk? Yeah.
Thanks, darling.
There you go, Mama.
Good boy.
Hey, did you hear about Dino? Yeah, I did.
Bastards.
It's that drug world, son.
Andrew Veniamin could kill for loyalty, be loyal for money and take money for a kill.
And he was the most loved murderer in Melbourne.