Underbelly s01e09 Episode Script

It's a jungle out there.
It's a jungle out there.
It's a jungle out there.
Oh! What would you do without me? Live a life of squalor and disorder.
Yeah, don't forget the celibacy.
What?! G'day.
Guess who just got back from London.
Oh, you're kidding.
# Molasses in the moonlight # After his brother was gunned down in the driveway of his own home, Jason Moran had moved up the hit list, and everyone knew it.
We got his parole conditions altered so he could leave the country and be out of harm's way.
But after only a few months overseas, he turned up again, just like a bad penny.
# Had ourselves a time # Molasses in the moonlight # You left my heart on the bum again # # Oh, the moonlight seems to call your name # Molasses ain't the same # Don't think I'll ever care for another can # What'll I do? # Jason wanted to square the ledger.
But so did Carl Williams.
He'd promised himself he'd never rest until both the Moran boys were six feet underground, and the job was only half done.
FUCK! Fuck it! So we spent a truckload of cash to send you overseas.
Now here you are, back again like a bad smell.
Yeah, well, England's full of bad smells and bloody Poms in queues.
What, it would have killed you to wait in one of them, would it? So how much? Depends who it is.
Fat boy.
Carl.
What? Why? Mark, Dad.
You remember him, yeah? Yeah, I know, but Jason, you're looking a bit thin, darl.
Ah, what can I say, Mum, huh? Missed your cooking.
None for me.
Jase, can you, er? Your arthritis playing up? Yep.
Can't work, can't wank.
Oh, you shut up, you grumpy old man.
Our boy's back where he belongs.
That's all that matters.
Carl Williams.
Got a lot of mates these days.
Lot of pricks want to work for his money.
A lot of pricks with guns for hire.
Well, what are we talking about, huh? What, 30? 40? 50? At least 200 these days.
I haven't got that sort of money lying around.
That's because you've been sitting on your arse, dreaming of your sleepy bloody retirement.
Look, I know I let the E trade slip a bit, but Slip? But, jeez, mate, Carl Williams? Look, we've already dealt with the prick he paid to do your brother.
I'm not asking the question, Dad.
Fat prick's eaten his last greasy drumstick.
Yeah, you're probably right I am right.
Don't worry, Dad.
I'll get this family back on the map.
Here you are.
Look out.
Come on.
Where's the ball? Yes! Oh! That's for Grandma.
Here we go.
Oh, very well caught.
Good hands, good hands.
Someone's happy to be home.
Oh, he hated London.
Ready? What about you? Pleased you've come back? I wasn't going to get a tan there, was I? Ready? He's back? I could truly puke.
He's still laughing at you, Carl.
All over his ugly rat face.
Tell him, Benj.
Jason Moran has got an ugly rat face.
I'm wasting my fucking breath.
Oi, bitch, come on.
Let's get a slushy.
Can you do it, Benj? Jason? It's a big ask.
Money's not a problem.
You know that.
He's being careful.
Like really, really careful.
So we get him where we can get him - when he's alone.
He's not gonna turn up for a meeting with me or you, that's for sure.
Well, who's he gonna turn up for? Munster? Nope.
The only guy he's never gonna tell to piss off is Mick.
Want me to ask him? Nah, then he'll know you're working for me, but.
Does already.
Oh, he's Lewis Moran's mate.
Doesn't like Jason much, though.
I don't know.
It's a bit too risky.
Carl, how much do you want it? I want it.
I want a hole in his head the size I could put my fist through.
I want to see his brains splattered on the footpath with pigeons crapping in them.
Mate, Jason hasn't got that much brains.
Alright.
Catch ya later.
Ah, shit.
Hey! Hey.
It's pretty simple.
Don't touch the fucking car.
Just open the boot, Benji.
Alright.
What have we got here? Weapons or drugs? Ooh! For my mum.
She makes a beautiful sauce.
Wanna come round for dinner? Oh, well.
Looks like you're gonna have to buy some more, mate.
I was wondering if you could set up a meeting with someone for me.
Who? Jason Moran.
Was this the kind of meeting that you get home for dinner from? You really are a monster, aren't you? Just doing my job like everybody else, Mick.
The only thing that you do like everyone else is what you push out your arse.
Now, I don't get into that kind of shit.
You want to be careful what that friend of yours gets up to.
Jason shot him in the guts.
He's still pissed off.
What, you shoot me, I shoot you? Hey, Mick it could end everything right here.
Right here.
Not my cup of tea, Andrew.
I don't give a shit about Jason.
But his father and I go back a long way.
I respect that, Mick.
I just thought I'd ask.
Oh.
I'm glad you did.
Fucking kidding me.
What? Benji.
We were just a little concerned for your safety, mate, so we thought it best if we just kept an eye on you.
Every day.
You might like to think about getting yourself a proper job.
Or even enrolling in a TAFE course, maybe.
Fuck-all they can teach me at TAFE.
Get out of my fucking way.
Oh, yeah.
That's good.
Oh.
Oh, yeah.
Little bit deeper.
More tongue.
More tongue.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, that's good.
Oh! Oh, yeah.
Slow it down a little bit.
Oh, Jesus Christ! What, can't I even get my dick sucked? What, you want to have a go, do ya? Oh, you too? Wanna have a go? Come here, babe.
Oh, yeah, that's it.
Faster now.
So, what's the hold-up? Hold-up? I'll tell you what the fucking hold-up is, alright? I can't take a shit without that prick Owen looking over the cubicle.
Think they've bugged my house too, the arseholes.
You'd better lie low, then, eh? No, it's alright, mate.
I'm up for it.
Just give me a few days.
Just wait till the heat dies down, that's all.
Hey, Carl.
Come on, I'm telling you.
I would do anything for you, alright? Hey, it's OK, mate.
Don't worry.
I got it sorted.
What, you got someone else? Nah, shit.
What, you're kidding me! That prick belongs in a fucking sheltered workshop.
Gets the job done, mate.
# Whoa! # They're all around you # There's nowhere to hide # # They try to destroy you # Seeking out a date and time # Hey, mate.
Still keeping in shape, mate? You know how it is - your body's a temple.
Interested in a job? How much? Alright, so what do you want me to do, then? Stab him, drown him, poison him - what? I'd probably keep it simple.
Simple, yeah? Yeah, good.
So shooting him probably best, then? Sure.
If that's what you think's good.
That's Moran's address.
Drives a black Merc and a Ford Spectra.
Oh, babe! Have you met my slag of a sister? Oh, you can talk, ya moll.
Yeah, sit down.
I'm Mishy.
Hi.
Chicken? No, no, no He's a vegie head.
Yeah.
A vegetarian? Yep.
You're kidding.
Full of hormones, preservatives, meat.
No good for ya.
How do you make a hormone? Refuse to pay her.
Health nut, are ya? Yeah, I like to stay active.
Don't we all? Chips OK, but? Yeah, sure.
They're good.
Yeah.
Mick.
Lewis.
Hey.
Herbert.
Is, er, Graham about? Munster? No, his, er his dog's sick.
He's at the vet.
Why? Oh, I was supposed to meet him here to play cards.
Could've called me.
Righto, Bertie, let's go to the pub.
Lewis, er how's Jason settling back in? Good? Yeah, good.
Yeah.
So, what's he up to? Pretty much running things.
Looking out for his old man.
As all good sons should, hmm? Pretty soon I'll be sitting here with my feet up, like you blokes.
There's always a seat for you here.
Yeah.
Going with anyone? Pat Barbaro.
Make sure one of you stays sober, OK? Auskick's at 8:30, right? Mm-hm.
You're picking up Antonella's kids too.
Yeah.
Hey, Jase.
Don't forget, OK? Not for quids.
Jason.
Welcome back, mate.
Drink? Willie.
I'll have a Scotch.
Better get a Pimm's for my, er, girlfriend here.
Two Scotches, Willie.
Willie, I seem to remember that you owe me about, er what is it, about 50 grand? Well, yeah.
Didn't know where you were, did I? I'm back, that's where I am.
And I need it.
Now.
Now? Jase, mate, I'm gonna pay, but I don't have it NOW now.
Hey, look, um I've got a good line of chemicals.
Pseud, PTP.
Enough to make a mountain of eccies.
That's good.
That's good.
I reckon we'll give you some business.
But first, I need my cash.
Got a big job on.
Mate, we've all owed each other dosh at one time and another.
I owed you money, but you pissed off.
Next week.
And I'll have another Scotch.
Jase Phew! Shit, I can't find the hole.
Bet you Trish has heard that one before.
Oh! No, I'm serious, I can't find the hole.
Fucking Music.
Hi-5, Jase.
Didn't take you as a fan.
Hey, hey, hey.
The blonde's rootable.
Check it out.
Fuck! Who was that? Sonofabitch! Fat boy Carl Williams - that's who it was.
Look at this, huh? Look what he did to my car.
Fuck! Well, you could have been killed, Jase.
I'm gonna kill every single one of these fuckers.
Easy, boy.
Jeez, it's not like the old days, is it, Bertie? No, the only difference is you've gotten older and you've lost your balls.
We used to run this town, yeah? Let's sort this little cocksucker out.
Easy, boy.
You stick your head up, you'll get it shot off! Yeah, shot right off.
You mark my words.
Bertie, shut up, you silly old prick.
No call to be rude to your betters, Jason.
Come here.
What? Bloody hell.
What is it? What, you think I can't take care of myself? Is that it? Huh? Or do you think I'm afraid? Let me tell you, I'm not chicken shit, like some people.
Just watch your mouth.
And I don't want you going anywhere alone, alright? Paddy! Watch his back, alright? No worries, Lewis.
Gotta go through me first.
When will you stop treating me like a kid? What are you guys gasbagging about? Nothing.
Hey, come on, kids.
Give us the ball! Oh, nice.
On the chest, on the chest.
There we go.
Come on.
Again.
Come on.
Let's go.
Here you go.
Whoop! You did what? Well, we were following him around, checking his movements out, and then it was just so quiet, there was no-one around.
I just thought, "Bugger it.
"Why don't I just do it now? Here? Now?" He could have seen ya.
He could have recognised your car.
No chance, mate.
We got us the best wheels ever.
An XR8 Ford? A Magna Verada.
I could have been the parish priest.
I want you to do this clean.
I don't want all of Carlton gunning for me.
Hey, is it true you and Mishy are shacking up? Yeah.
Bloody oath! You're mad.
She's a complete slut.
Beauty! You know, I always wondered why they never touched you after you did Mark.
Didn't think I did it, mate.
Didn't think I had it in me.
Really? Don't worry, Carl.
I got a new plan.
I'm gonna get up nice, close and personal and then bam! Eh, Moran's gonna be pushing up dahlias.
Daisies.
He'll be pushing up daisies.
No, no.
See, my grandaddy used to grow dahlias.
Yep, very, very pretty flower, that one.
Come on.
Up and at 'em, kids.
Get in there! Get in there! Ooh, good on ya, Bertie.
Cheers, Bertie.
Cheers.
On your chest! On your chest! On your chest! Oh, you're not gonna believe it.
I'm out of change.
I'll fix you up later.
Yep.
Come on! Hey, Jase, I've been thinking.
You should get another gun, carry a double.
Yeah, blow Carl's cock off twice.
You're still gonna do that, are you? Just getting the money together.
Right.
Be frying fatso by the end of this season.
You can't do it.
Need to get someone else.
Who are you gonna get? I don't know yet.
Another thing, you should move out.
Ball! Ball! You are shit, umpire! Shit! Get the little runt! Are you listening to me? You've been shot at! Come on, kick it! Kick it! Go in hard! Kick it! Ha ha! Yes! Straight up 'em, son.
The kids think it's Christmas, spending time with their big cousins.
So nice having you guys back home.
Got a bit Ionely when youse were away.
Hey.
Hey, come here.
I miss him so much.
Oh, we all do.
Kids shouldn't have to grow up without their father.
God.
Hey, whoever it was, they'll rot in hell, don't you worry.
How come you're so strong, Trisha? I'm a hard bitch, aren't I, Jase? See you later.
See ya.
See ya.
See you, kids.
'Bye, Dad.
'Bye, Jase.
Mark would be so chuffed he takes them to footy every week.
Ah, he loves it, big bloody kid.
Enjoys it more than they do.
You're so lucky, Trisha.
You keep insisting on eating here, you're gonna end up with an arse the size of a fucking elephant's.
Swear I'm the best fucking mother in the world, the amount of money I fucking spend on you.
Hello, Patricia.
What do you want? It's an amazing coincidence, our children going to the same school, isn't it? I'm surprised you can afford it.
You always were an up-yourself cow.
And you'll always be a scrubber.
Fucking Morans.
You think you're shit hot.
But your husband is a floppy-dicked prick ball who treats everyone like crap.
But he's gonna get his one of these days, the fucking poser.
Hey, shh, shh, shh.
Fuck off.
Fucking Why didn't you Fucking sonofa Don't do it.
Don't do it.
Mark told me to kill him.
I should have listened.
I should have finished him off.
Mate! Don't do it.
No, no.
Every second this prick's alive is an insult to his memory.
But you can't do it He's too big for his boots.
He's gotta be stopped.
No! No! Mate, are you listening to me? Slut of a wife has a go at mine.
Who does he think he is? Trish can handle herself.
Hey! Hey, how's you going to prison gonna help her any? Jason Alright.
Alright, if you're gonna do it, do it properly.
Be patient.
Don't risk everything.
If you need extra dosh, well well, I can come back into the business.
You can't even unzip your fly.
Piss off, will you? I've been doing this crap since you were crapping your pants.
I can do pick-ups, drop-offs.
I'll pull me weight, don't you worry about it.
Alright.
Alright, alright.
You, uh, locked all your windows? Yeah.
Doors? Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, come on, then.
What? Let's check them again.
Oh, Jesus.
# I have no other way # There is a price to pay # For what the man will say # That I was a million miles away # In a promise full of steam # It could take no vacant dream # To persuade me to believe # I think, just don't fight it # Don't fight it Don't fight it # If you don't know what it is # If you don't know what it is # I think, just don't fight it # Don't fight it Don't fight it # If you don't know what it is # If you don't know what it is # We knew Jason was building up a war chest.
We assumed he was financing a hit on his archenemy, Carl Williams.
What we didn't know was when, where or how it was going to happen.
All we could do was watch and wait.
Do I look stupid? Give me the fucking money.
Get out of here, you # I left my heart in places # Forgot every one of their faces # And tried to navigate a broken path # OK, kids.
Go on, let's go.
# I may have helped create # In any incident # This is never no accident # To stand alone # You're right to get over there.
Who's kicking a goal today? Me.
Me.
Me! Me! Yeah, yeah? Alright.
Check your boots # Ah, give it up # Those dirty tricks # No quick fix # Can undo it # Ah, give it up # I won't resist # Well, my answer's always this # I said don't fight it # Don't fight it Don't fight it # If you don't know what it is # If you don't know what it is # Come on, Bertie.
What's your problem? Move your arse.
Well, this stuff weighs a ton.
Yeah? Did you count it? Yeah.
500 bags, 1,000 each.
Good-o.
Beer o'clock, I reckon.
Tell me, did you ever drop one of these, then? Eccies? Yeah.
Played havoc with me angina medication.
My whole life flashed before me eyes.
How about you? Nah, the missus would cut up Hey, Lewis! Jesus! Run for it! Police.
Don't move! Oh, fuck it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Lewis Moran and his mate Bertie were remanded into custody, which meant Jason had two fewer pairs of eyes watching his back.
Well, mate, the only place I've seen him more than once is junior footy.
He takes a bunch of kids out to Pascoe Vale every Saturday morning.
I could have told you that.
Hey.
Is he alone? Yeah, sometimes.
Sometimes not.
What's wrong with doing it there? Exactly.
There's all these kids there, plus a couple of hundred other people.
Plus, it's on Moonee Ponds road - nowhere to park.
Why is this one so fucking hard to get? Someone tell me that.
They're all hard, Carl.
You should know that.
Hey, I thought maybe I could do it like in 'The Day of the Jackal'.
What? The Jackal.
He disguises himself as this old bloke to get past security, so he can pop off the king or the president You want to dress up as an old man to get Jason? No, no, no.
An old lady.
An old lady? Yeah.
Have my shotty in one of them carts they take to market.
Pop him in a nightclub.
Won't people think it's a bit weird when some old dear walks into a nightclub, pulls a shotty out of a shopping cart and then blows a guy away? I'll wear a balaclava.
You'll wear a balaclava? What the bloody hell are you Ah, Jesus.
I'm only kidding, mate.
Just want the clam dead, alright? Nothing fancy, just dead.
Do it at the oval.
Yeah? What about all them kids? They'll get over it.
If the resources had been available, we'd have kept every single one of Carl's associates under 24-hour surveillance.
But we had to prioritise.
Tailing Benji was a no-brainer.
He'd murdered for fat boy before.
How could we ignore him? We couldn't.
And Carl was counting on it.
He was way ahead of us, as per usual.
Jason.
Just a sec.
Come in.
It's your dad, as per.
Thanks.
Hi, Dad.
Have you, uh Yes, I've done it.
You doing it every night? Yes.
Yes, I'm doing it every bloody night.
What, are they slipping old lady hormones in your tea in there, huh? Just check they're all locked, alright? Just check them for me.
Yeah, alright, mate.
Just for you.
# Hide and seek # Is the game # We'll teach you # How to play # # Close your eyes # Really tight # Make it dark # Like the night # The party never ends # The game begins again # The party never ends # The game begins again # The party never ends # Well done.
Well done.
# The party never ends The game begins again # What do you reckon we get home, get some ice-cream on the way? Seatbelts? Why is that man running, Daddy? # Who are those children that are dressed in red? # 12 gates to the city # Hallelujah # Hallelujah # It must be the children that Moses led # 12 gates to the city # Hallelujah # Hallelujah # My God did just what He said # 12 gates to the city # Hallelujah # Hallelujah # Heal the sick and raise the dead # 12 gates to the city # Hallelujah # Hallelujah # Witnesses say the masked gunman ran through the crowded car park up to the van where his target sat with four children in the back.
They had just attended an Auskick clinic.
Police have yet to confirm Carl, come here! these murders are part of an emerging war Quick! in Melbourne's criminal underworld.
It's understood at least He's dead.
He's fucking dead.
Jason is finally fucking dead.
I can't believe it.
Well, believe it, baby, believe it.
Believe it, believe it, believe it.
deeply shocked and outraged.
Counselling will be offered to bystanders Shit, I wonder if Tony knows.
I'm partying tonight.
Detective Inspector Todd McDonald of the Purana Task Force has urged anybody Jason Moran was a cocksucking clown The fucking clown deserved it.
Shut up! Shut up! Have a bit of respect! Lewis, I'm here, mate.
I'm here! OK.
Yeah.
No, that'd be fine.
Well, a witness reckons he sprinted it.
Bullshit.
A k? Mate, I ran it this afternoon.
It's doable if you're fit.
Yeah, Mr Bloody Superhero.
What have you got, mate? Ladies, that's enough.
Now, what crim do we know who could sprint a kilometre? This bloke.
Did a load of bank jobs back in the '80s and '90s.
He used to park his car and then run to the bank and back.
'The running man' - that's what we called him.
Find him.
Get on with it.
Garry, more journos.
They're gonna have to wait for the press conference like everyone else.
Yeah, I'm afraid he's unavailable at the moment.
Yeah, OK.
Jason's murder was a huge story right across the country.
Broad daylight, public place, witnessed by innocent children.
It broke all the codes.
The community looked at the police for an explanation.
How could we stand by twiddling our thumbs when someone had shot a dad and his mate at a junior footy clinic? We'd failed everyone.
What are we celebrating, again, tiger? Jason Moran's dead.
Really?! Oh Bobbie will be rapt.
Yeah! You remember the first time we met, Carl? Yeah.
You were Jason's bloody driver.
You've come a long way, Carl.
Urggh! Jesus! Get a few more of them, eh? Yeah, yeah.
Jesus.
Benji's not taking advantage of the situation, is he? Nah, nah, he's alright.
Hey, Bobbie! Yeah? What do you think of this place? It's fucking Fuckingham Palace.
Whoo! You wanna have Dhakota's christening here? Yeah! Fucking Yeah, fuck Yeah.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
What time is it? It's late.
I know you're busy - I just thought I'd get you something to eat, bring it in for you.
Oh, thanks, but I think I'll just, um, call it quits, eh? Mmm.
One sec.
I'll just drop these off.
Yeah, sure.
Oh Hit the road, eh? Babe I thought it was just another one of your bloody murders.
But those I mean, those little kids, they didn't Hey, hey, hey, shh.
I'm gonna get this bloke.
OK? Yep.
Whoo! OK.
It's OK.
Don't worry, Mummy.
I'll look after you, I promise.
Lewis.
I brought you dinner.
Look, you you've got to eat.
Mmm.
Mmm.
That's really lovely.
I'II I'll leave it there for ya.
OK.
See ya, mate.
# We could lock away the bad memories together # Close the doors to the past forever # Watching you touch # We're past this much # And I'm alone with you tonight # Alone with you tonight # Alone with you tonight # Whoo-hoo! # I can't always remember what I say # And I can't always take it having to pay # Watching you walk # You know you're really attractive # I'm alone with you tonight # Alone with you tonight # # I know it's hard when you have tried # When your conversation's terror you had tied # Making out you still don't know # All I have is alcohol So let me go # I'm alone with you tonight # Dhakota Williams's christening was really Carl's coronation.
With the destruction of the Moran boys, he had become the most powerful gangster in Melbourne.
The king of the crims.
But if he'd had a crystal ball that night, he might not have partied so long and so hard.