Underbelly s02e05 Episode Script

RAY: You've been walking around here for years with your hands out, letting blokes with balls do all the yakka.
You and your thickhead brother are fucking dead.
(JUDI GASPS) Les! Let us help you.
I know this is hard, but you have to tell us what's happened to Les.
What you know.
Yeah, I told you, he's going to be home soon.
WAYNE: You and Terry? Hey, I want us to be friends.
Yeah, sure.
Interested in increasing your workload? Yeah, sure, mate.
Sounds great.
How much? Yeah.
This'll fool them.
Watch.
Where'd you find a guy who can modify suitcases? TERRY: This baby's gonna make me a fortune.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (MUSIC PLAYS) JACQUl: Witness protection programs didn't exist in the late '70s.
So when Judi Kane agreed to testify against her husband's killers, my mum was given the job of minding her.
SONG: # Two men doubt through bars # One saw mud, the other stars # I think with eyes like ours # There are stars and mud # And what could the lover do # But fix his downcast eyes on you # Wanting to fix you too # And show you how to sing # Maybe there's nothing more # To feeling than getting sore # But I'm willing to hurt you more # To show you what I need # What I need, I mean # Do I need to be meaning to you as something to destroy? # Or so it seems, your dreams something screams # Something dumb and cursory-like jewel # TV: Emotional scenes today at the Supreme Court as the wife of criminal identity Les Kane took the stand to give her account of her husband's alleged murder.
Mrs Kane told of her terror at returning home to find three gunmen in her bedroom, one of whom she identified as Raymond Chuck.
Under questioning, Mrs Kane admitted her husband was still breathing when she last saw him.
Defence counsel then asked her, "How then did you know that your husband was dead? " To which an emotional Judi Kane replied, "Because I spent a whole day cleaning up his blood.
" That's enough TV.
Where's Mummy? Mum's just having a little lie-down, love.
Come on, mate.
Let's go outside and see if we can play some footy, eh? You wanna? Alrighty.
You remember where the footy is? Huh? Well, let's see if we can find it, eh? This prick killed my fucking brother.
I know, Brian.
He's just he's well placed in there.
You trying to tell me you can't find one taker? I'm looking, right? I'm still looking, alright? I'll double the money.
Hmm? He's got a lot of mates.
Then find me someone who's willing to knock his mates as well.
Fuck off, dickhead.
So what, me toe not big enough? Hey? You want something bigger up there, do you? Didn't you hear me? Hey! Laurie Hey! (SIGHS) G'day, Ray.
How's it going? I hear you decked Laurie Prendergast in the showers.
Is that who he was? If you didn't even know who he was, why'd you do it, Chopper? I don't know.
I just did.
So you're telling me that no-one put you up to it? I swear to fucking God, Ray.
I just didn't like the look of his head, that's all.
You know he's a mate of mine.
I do now.
Oh, shit, if I'd have known he was a mate, I would have left it alone.
You're going to have to apologise, Chop.
(LAUGHS) Bullshit.
I'm telling you to shake his hand and say sorry.
Oh, you say so, Ray.
JACQUl: Notorious standover man Chopper Read ran Pentridge with a mix of muscle and humour.
While Ray Chuck had Chopper's friendship and respect, he was untouchable.
JUDl: I was wondering Liz, do I have to be there for the verdict? LIZ: Whether you attend or not is up to you.
People do go usually.
I've seen them on the news.
I just feel so guilty.
Like I should care more.
Just because you don't go to court for the verdict doesn't mean you don't care, Judi.
One day the kids will ask me, "Were you there, Mum? " And you can say that you were there when it counted.
You testified.
But now that he's gone, I keep wondering, does it really matter what happens to the men who killed him? I mean, is it worth all the heartache? Listen, the trial's gonna be over in a few days.
Then you can leave all this behind you.
Start start fresh.
Do you really think that this is all gonna end with the trial? Truthfully? (EXCITING MUSIC) Wakey-wakey, Doug.
Oh Hey, Tel! TERRY: Your front door is wide open, Doug! Uh I didn't expect you.
You invited me for dinner.
Last week.
Um Remember? You need to walk that animal more often.
Wayne, you shit for brains.
They're endangering us.
I understand how important it is.
What do you think I should do? Well, you always said you trusted Doug.
I do trust Doug.
Uh the old Doug.
As for that ex-boyfriend of yours, I should've shot that shit bag six months ago.
Please, Terry, don't hurt Wayne.
I feel responsible for him.
No-one is responsible for junkies.
They do it to themselves.
But he's not like that.
Before I met you, he was fine.
So he blames me for this? No.
Is that right? Because if that's right, he needs shutting up right now! Doesn't he deserve a second chance or something? Like a warning to clean up his act.
(SIGHS) Fine.
Have a little chat to Wayne.
But if that doesn't work, I know one sure way to get him off the smack.
(TRAM BELL RINGS) Alright.
Righto, Bry, how's that there? Why don't you whack it down there.
Be easier to see.
You can't see it, Jim, huh? Your vision gone a bit blurry in your old age, has it? Probably all the blood that's settled in your fucking arse.
These are my chips.
(LAUGHS) Cute, but he fucking mumbles.
Hey, Bry.
That's a nice TV, Brian.
Present for my fellow patrons.
Got a receipt for that? You here to give me the shits about a TV, are you, Detective? I had a chat with a mate who's working with the prosecution on the Chuck case.
Some bloke who reckons that he's seen Les up in Noosa, bloody soaking up the sun.
Judi was there when they fucking shot him.
I know, mate, but there's no body.
Now there's a bloke who reckons he's alive.
Oh, my mate reckons the prosecution are dead in the water.
I mean, this is a bloke who's threatened police.
He's threatened me personally, and now he's about to walk free.
Same again? Please, I already pay.
Stop! No! BRIAN: Now, if you'd already paid, we wouldn't be here.
I pay la famiglia.
Please.
I can't pay twice.
Hey, isn't that a lovely picture of the Parthenon, Bry? It's the Colosseum.
It was the Colosseum.
That's a hundred.
Ta.
You happy, Bry? Job well done and that, hey? I'm doing cartwheels.
Good, 'cause I hear Ray Chuck's a dead cert to walk and I just want to let you know, you know, that I'm available, Bry.
I'm ready to go.
You want to knock Ray Chuck, do ya? Look, there's a lot of blokes willing to back up for Les, right? What I'm offering you here today, Brian, is a completely professional service.
Like completely professional.
How much? (LAUGHS) I'd do it for 20 for you.
I'd do it for 20.
Oh, you drive a hard bargain.
Man's gotta live, don't they, Bry? Hey? What do you reckon? I'll let you know.
(STARTS ENGINE) Hey, Brian.
Give me a call, yeah? Got my number? Yeah? So you asked him? I didn't have to.
He asked me.
Said I was the only man for the job.
Bloody hell! Chopping up Ray Chuck.
You'd be looking at top rates for that, eh? Effing hope so, Alphonse.
See, the rent's due and the missus is riding me like a bitch.
(BOTH LAUGH) Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart.
Come on.
How many times have I said this? Not with your hands.
You've gotta learn to eat with a knife and fork.
Put the fork here in the hand here, then in the chippy.
Good girl.
So, how much? Pretty popular fella, that Ray Chuck.
What, you're gonna charge me extra 'cause he's Mr Personality? No matter what I charge, you'd be doing your dough.
Even if he gets off the murder charge, Chuck will be out of here quicker than shit through a goose.
Exactly.
I'll do it for ten.
Six up front.
Done.
Tch, tch, tch.
(DOG BARKS) # Welcome to paradise.
# I'll miss you, Ray.
No bastard wants to be left alone with Chopper Read.
Fuck knows who they'll pop in here with me.
Could be me again, Chop.
No, you're going home, mate.
Screws reckon you're a sure bet.
Screws will put you wrong every time.
Your mate Vinnie doesn't think so.
Heard he's got a flight booked already to Perth.
Prendergast will be doing the same thing, I reckon.
You'll be right, mate.
Give Brian one for me, eh? Right in the fucking head.
(CHUCKLES) (MUSIC PLAYS, PEOPLE TALK) Jacks! Jacks! JOE: Bertie.
Doing a few rounds, are you, mate? BRIAN: Inspector Messina.
Things must be slow if they've got you lot jumping the two-up, eh? Shut your lip or I'll rip it off.
I wanted to have a chat with you, Brian.
Sergeant Campbell said I'd find you here and, sure enough, here you are.
Creature of habit.
I'm all ears.
In the next few days, you'll have to make an important decision.
And what would that be? Respect the ruling of the court.
Allow peace to return, or continue this cycle of tit for tat.
If Chuck or any of his crew show up dead, I'll come after you and I'll do you.
(LAUGHS) Yes.
Yeah, baby.
(LAUGHS) (CHUCKLES) BRIAN: Hey you fucking (PEOPLE CHATTER) What the fuck were you doing up a tree? One of me dogs has got a favourite tennis ball.
I threw it up there by accident.
Well, how bad is it? It's me trigger hand.
It's buggered.
Quack reckons a couple of weeks.
Fucking Ray Chuck will be in Timbuktu by then.
Well, it couldn't be helped.
I'll give you your money back.
It's the least I can do.
Fuck! (PHONE RINGS) You wanna get that? (PHONE RINGS) Yeah? Yeah, nuh, it's me, Bry.
Yeah! Blood oath! Oh, no, no, no.
Yeah.
I can talk now.
No, I'll see you there.
Righto.
(LAUGHS) Fuck, I'm sorry, girls Mmm! but I have really gotta go.
You see, I just got my big fucking break and there is no way I'm gonna let this one fucking slide me by.
Slide me by.
(LAUGHS) You're going down, Ray Chuck! I'm coming for you! You're going fucking down! (LAUGHS) Whoo! JACQUl: With the absence of a body, the prosecution could never prove that Les was dead, and so the jury had to acquit all three defendants.
Ray Chuck was immediately rearrested on a minor robbery charge from years ago.
He was offered bail but refused, and surprised everyone by choosing to return to Pentridge instead.
That gutless fucking dog's scared to face me! What the fuck is that?! Fuck! ('ROCK'N ROLL AND CHA CHA CHA' BY GIORGIO CONTE PLAYS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (BRAKES SQUEAL) Where's your dog of a mate?! Huh? So scared to see me, he's going to spend more time inside, huh? Easy, mate.
Hey?! We're out in the open here.
Lots of witnesses.
Hey! You fucking piece of shit! I'm gonna cut your fucking head off! And tell Ray Chuck, you tell him he's a fucking dead man! Come on.
(KEYS JANGLE) (CHOPPER LAUGHS) You gutless wonder.
(CHUCKLES) G'day, Chop.
You wanna come for a walk? You right? Sore leg.
So you're back after all.
I never would've picked it.
The fucking general.
You got any kids, Chop? Not so far, Ray, no.
Well, it's hard to explain until you're there yourself.
When I think about what'll happen to my boy with me gone Honest truth? I crap myself.
You know they say a bit of exercise is the best thing for a sore leg.
BRIAN: What does it take to get a bloke knocked in prison? He's thick with Chopper Read, mate.
Mad bastard's got everyone spooked.
Spooked, my arse! They're all gutless.
Les always said you can rely on blood.
Fuck everyone else! Fuck! I'm starting to feel like I'm being taken for granted here, Bry.
Is that right? Yeah! Alright, I fucking washed out on this one, but I deserve some respect.
I've been doing good work for you fellas.
You even said so yourself.
Yeah, yeah.
And next time I need a telly shifted, I'll give you a hoy.
(MUSIC PLAYS) (ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.
A.
) (CHEERING) On the house, George.
Robert Trimbole, this is Nick Paltos, Dr Nick Paltos, my esteemed physician.
It's alright, Bob.
You can talk freely in front of the doc.
Just about everyone who's anybody does.
Doctor-patient confidentiality? If this is a consultation, I'll have to charge you, George.
(CHUCKLES) Uh, I've got your passport, driver's licence, whole caboodle.
NICK: You're a handy bloke, Bob.
BOB: We aim to please.
So, you're going to the States, George? OK, I may have made a few mistakes in my younger days, but when it comes to visiting their precious country, these Yanks don't believe in forgive and forget.
Not my bag, the Yanks.
Mind you, they make bloody good pictures.
GEORGE: I wouldn't be troubling myself, except for I promised the young fella I'd take him to Disney-fucking-land.
Via Las Vegas.
You should come, Bob.
Well, I'd love to, but some of us have got to work for a living.
And that affects you how, exactly? (ALL LAUGH) (MUSIC PLAYS) I'm sorry, Tel, but what Allison brought in is what there is.
What happened to the other 20 grand I spent over there? Marty said he had expenses.
Maintaining the boats We're not using the boats! I told him to get rid of them! I said that and all.
Jesus Christ! At this end, I've got shit-faced junkies.
In Singapore, I've got Captain fuckin' Pugwash pissing my money away.
Gentlemen, I hear we had another successful furniture delivery.
Andy, I need to speak to Bob.
Andy.
Bob.
I need another passport.
You've got more passports than I've had hot dinners.
That's a bloody big call, Bob.
I'm sensing something worse than just your jokes here.
The latest delivery's come up short.
One of your couriers pilfering? The problem's my mate in Singapore.
Well, you might want to sort Bob get me a passport.
(MUSIC PLAYS) # Welcome to paradise # Remember when you first moved to Oz? We used to come here all the time.
Once, Wayne.
We came here once.
Want a choof? Jesus! No, I don't want a choof.
Suit yourself.
Dope, I expected, but you always said smack was for losers.
And I was right.
Is this because of how we ended? I am not responsible for you doing this to yourself.
I never said you were.
Maybe you should go back to NZ.
What? Yeah, yeah, and get fat and die young like my dad.
Well, there must be something you want to do.
Well, I have had this idea.
I want to set up stalls and sell gems.
You know, I could do all the shows.
You know, travel the country.
That would get me out of here.
Wayne, it sounds perfect.
Yeah.
If I could afford it.
TERRY: Why in Christ's name would I give that shit bag 25 grand?! Well, he'll pay you back.
How? Terry, this is important to me.
I don't know, I just wish we were going together.
There's a problem with Marty.
It's purely business.
Yeah, I know that.
I'll still miss you.
Sooner I go, sooner I get back.
BOB: The owner, good bloke he is, had a weakness for the trots.
He ended up owing money to some very questionable characters.
That's when I came to the rescue.
So you took the restaurant off his hands so he'd have less to worry about? People are always gonna have to eat, Detectives.
Right.
Why not do it in picturesque surroundings? (LAUGHS) Well, you do know your food, Bob.
Just figured it was more from the eating end than the cooking.
BOB: So, Detectives, what's the word from down south? Any talk of Brian Kane? DENNIS: Plenty.
They reckon he's lost his nerve since all that business with his brother.
So you reckon he's on the way out? Mate, it's another world down there.
We were only in it for a week.
One thing we have heard lately, apparently the boys in Canberra are going to be cracking down on Greek doctors.
Cheeky little wogs have been ripping off Medibank.
They reckon it's worth millions.
BOB: Are you talking about Paltos? Him and George.
When they come back into the country, they might find it a little bit sticky, if you know what I mean.
BOB: No.
Look, I understand that Mr Freeman is not officially overseas.
But I have an important message I want to give him! The name's Bob Jones.
Oh, bloody hell! I'm trying to do you a favour here! There must be some way you can contact him! No, it can't wait.
Fine.
Thanks.
And bugger you too! (SIGHS) (BRITISH ACCENT) Hello, Immigration? Richard Cunningham here from the Premier's office.
I'd like to talk to someone about travel alerts.
We call them over? No, in a sec.
It's kinda nice just watching them play.
Yeah, it is.
Jude you ever wonder if maybe everyone'd be better off if you just disappeared? No.
And neither should you.
You've got a wife and kids.
And that boy of mine over there, he he flat out adores you.
Hmm.
Poor little bugger.
Loves the man who killed his dad.
Brian Les is dead 'cause I lost it.
Threatened Chuck's family, hmm? That's what snapped the prick.
You're not to blame for what Ray Chuck did.
You're only responsible for what you do now.
(PEOPLE CHATTER) Well, this is a bit of a role reversal, hey? You calling me for a chat? I hope there's nothing I should be worried about.
I heard you can get passports.
Taking a holiday? I'm going to Italy to fuck your mum.
Hmm! You're not the sort of bloke who takes offence at straight talking, are you? Yeah, a bloke like you deals with a lot of ruthless pricks.
The thing that keeps them in line is your reputation.
They fear ya.
BRIAN: And all this time I thought it was love and devotion.
BOB: Those blokes that used to kiss your bum, they'll be looking at ways to put a bullet in your head.
We both know that.
Now, look, I wouldn't blame you if you're planning on shooting through.
But given our arrangement, I need to know.
Fuck youse! You pay me for a service, Trimbole.
Let me worry about how I provide it.
(TRAM BELL RINGS) JACQUl: Ray Chuck's committal hearing was a mere formality.
It was a minor robbery charge from years ago, not particularly interesting or exciting.
It meant a trip to court, one mention, then back into cells.
He was going to be under guard every step of the way and back inside Pentridge in a couple of hours.
Cop this, you motherfucker! Oh, fuck! (GUNSHOT) (SCREAMING) (GUNSHOT) (TENSE MUSIC) (PEOPLE SHOUT IN PANIC) Out of the way! Move! Now! (SHOUTS) (EXCITING MUSIC) (PANTS) JACQUl: Underworld figures throughout Australia still call Ray Chuck's murder the most audacious revenge hit they've ever seen.
An investigation would later reveal that a back fence into a police parking lot had somehow been unscrewed, allowing the assassin a clean but unusual escape route.
Hi.
Hi.
Allison, hi.
It's so sweet of you to pick us up.
And you bought me a flower.
Yeah.
Let's go.
(LAID-BACK MUSIC) # What you gonna do # What you gonna do with people like that? # What you gonna say # What you gonna say that will make them change their ways? # Who you're gonna find # Who you're gonna find to listen, anyway? # And where you're gonna go # Where you're gonna go to try and get it straight? # I once found the recipe for what to do to cure my needs # I packed some things # Just what I need # Only bare necessities # Ask the missus to watch, to feed the cat # Called in the tape # Tell them that I'm going home where my people live # Need a little bit of happiness # Yeah # Hey, Tel.
Look at this, mate.
I'll I'll be there in a sec.
The money you wanted for your ex, it's in my suitcase.
You can pick it up whenever you want.
'Diary of a Genius' signed by Salvador Dali.
Wow.
Hey, Tel, I just I wanted you to know that we're doing it.
Me and Izzie, we're getting clean.
We're going into a clinic.
It's like one of the best in the country.
Good.
Just don't let me down again.
OK? Yeah, yeah, OK.
MARIA: It's occupied, but you can go next if you're busting.
I just want to wash my face.
Straight from the airport to a party.
It's more Terry's style than mine.
Well, I thought you'd be rested up.
Your holiday in Fiji.
Holiday? Terry bought some land over there.
He put it in my name.
I just went over to sign the transfer documents.
He must really love you.
He's sick to death of me.
Just as he'll be sick of you and the one after you.
You said he bought you land I said he put it in my name.
I'm the mother of his son.
I was always going to win this.
If you call it winning.
(MUSIC PLAYS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) JIM: Shot him in the magistrates' court.
(COUGHS) And they reckon we're dodgy up here in Sydney, eh? You've got to admire the balls on the shooter.
A work of bloody art! (BOTH LAUGH) Bob, if I'm going to run this place while you sit there and stuff your face, you can at least watch your language.
You're offending our guests.
Is, uh that Mrs Trimbole? No.
Mrs Trimbole's back in Griffith.
Here in Sydney, I've got the lovely Ann-Marie to kick my bum.
Well, talk about bums being kicked, did you hear what happened to Freeman? He got nabbed travelling on a false passport.
Bullshit? No, seriously.
By, uh the Commonwealth.
Apparently some idiot from the Premier's office phoned the airport to get the dogs off Paltos.
BOB: The Premier would like to ensure that Dr Paltos isn't unjustly troubled.
JIM: When the call came through, there just happened to be a Commonwealth cop there.
So he thought he'd follow it up, see what Paltos was up to.
What he was up to was punting with a certain geezer with white hair who suspiciously looked like G.
Freeman.
Wh-what happened to Paltos? Nothing.
He wasn't even on the radar for the Medibank thing.
(LAUGHS) Freeman, on the other hand, is looking at a Federal offence.
So I certainly wouldn't want to be the bloke who made that call when he finds out how they got him.
NEWSREADER: When Raymond Chuck was murdered here at the Melbourne Magistrates' Court, police launched one of the biggest manhunts in Victoria's history.
Recently, those investigations have taken police overseas in the hunt for a man they want for urgent questioning.
At the moment, the police aren't saying which country they went to or who the man is, but it is believed that while the man's identity remains a mystery, he did have a strong connection with the Melbourne criminal scene.
Cops might not know who the trigger man was, but I reckon I've got a fair idea.
Bloody legend, mate.
# Women in the courtyard, children on their knees # Everybody knows them, no-one is looking for me # Robbers on the highway # Beggars in the street # Everyone is Ionely # No-one is trying to leave # Make way for the kings of the world # JACQUl: Brian Kane stayed away from Melbourne for many months.
When he finally did return, he was shot dead in the Quarry Hotel by two masked men.
# We'll call back again # To this time # And the kings of the world # JACQUl: With the Kane brothers gone and Chuck gone, Melbourne had lost its criminal royalty.
Who would emerge as the city's new number one standover man was a question asked by many.
The answer was still years in the future.
But he already had style and he was dreaming big.