Underbelly s02e12 Episode Script

Andy, I'm offering you a chance to be my major broker in Asia.
We'd have to kill him, of course.
Andy! Come on, lad! Terence Clark, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder and suspicion of supply of grade-A narcotics.
BOB: Cannabis imports from Lebanon.
Well, to make it worth our while getting resin all the way from Lebanon, we've gotta think really big.
Yeah, sure.
Sure.
Five tonnes.
Trev, you've been hearing about this Joint Police Group.
Well, we thought you might like to put yourself forward.
They're gonna move on that Trimbole bloke.
Trimbole's just been tipped off.
BOB: I've gotta go.
Have you still got those pills left? They're just painkillers.
I've got cancer.
Nice day to be flying on an aeroplane.
(CHUCKLES) SONG: # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (STEVIE WRIGHT'S 'BLACK-EYED BRUISER' PLAYS) Sydney! (HOWLS) Better be, otherwise we've just spent 12 hours driving the wrong way.
I'm gonna flog this town! Question is, where do I land the first blow, huh? Not here, dickhead! (LAUGHS WILDLY) Hey, hey, remember in 'Robin Hood', where he's only got enough strength to fire one last arrow when he's dying? Yeah.
So what? (STEVIE WRIGHT SINGS) # A real king-hitter # (BANG!) (LAUGHS) # If you're looking for a heavy time # Where it lands, Little John, that's the place to start.
If things don't work out, that's where I'll bury you, Robin.
(FIRES REPEATEDLY) (EMPTY GUN CLICKS) # Everybody knows my name # I'm the black-eyed # The black-eyed # The black-eyed bruiser, yeah! # (LAUGHS WILDLY) Where do youse know each other from? Pentridge.
Shared a cell.
JACQUl: With Kiwi Terry facing murder charges in England and Aussie Bob on the run, the Australian heroin business suddenly had space for a whole gang of new players.
There was a vacuum, and the one thing nature abhors is a vacuum.
# All I need is a little bit of lovin' # Chris Flannery, Tony Eustace.
How you going, Tony? How are ya? See, my real main game's fixing things, you know what I mean? My bike's got a flat tyre.
Are you gonna fix that? (CHRIS LAUGHS) Mate, I'd love to fix your bike.
You see, the only tool I carry, though, is a.
44 fuckin' Magnum.
Ooh! (ALL LAUGH) Tell your friends, tell your enemies, Chris Flannery's in town.
Have gun, will travel, will shoot to fuckin' kill or maim or just have a laugh, fellas! Eh? (LAUGHS HEARTILY) (LAUGHTER ECHOES) Where the fuck's Trimbole, eh? Hmm? That's what I wanna know.
Fat little maggot owes me money.
If I knew, I would tell you, George.
I've got my arse hanging out here too.
Any truth in the rumour that he's gone overseas? Overseas? No, absolutely not true.
You know that Bob hates foreigners.
Find him! (HANGS UP) PRIEST: What is the point of picking up Paltos now? He is our best chance of finding Trimbole.
Ah, we let Trimbole run - Trimbole disappeared.
We let Brian Alexander run - he's disappeared.
Facedown in a gutter somewhere.
Grab Paltos, apply the blowtorch to his hairy belly.
We might get some answers.
Paltos is our link to Trimbole.
Spending a load of the PM's money, David, and no arrest to show for it.
It's a marathon, not a sprint.
You've got a leak.
There's no proof that it's one of us.
The only people who knew we were moving in on Trimbole are under this roof.
They were all hand-picked by me.
We have to give ourselves a barium meal, David.
Making a mistake isn't a problem.
Being too proud to try and fix it - that is.
Shit.
(PLAYS UPBEAT TUNE) (LIVELY CHATTER) (WOMEN CHEER) Yahoo! Oh, blimey.
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! Oh, Bob Trimbole, look at you.
Er, I'm Michael Hanbury.
Michael Pious Hanbury.
Pious? You? Well, this is Ireland, love, and religion's like a religion.
You're not in too much trouble, are you? No, I'm just giving my creditors enough time to get used to being without me.
(SULTRY MUSIC) You get first pick, Trev.
Eh? First pick? Yeah! For standing by your mates re the toecutters.
Toecutters? Bloody crime fighting superheroes - the Joint Police Group! (LAUGHS) Well, I tell you - it doesn't feel like the right thing.
Well, mate, we got nothing against them personally, at all.
They're obsessed with destroying the very culture that makes us a strong and effective police force.
You know the stats - you're less likely to be a victim of violent crime in NSW than anywhere else.
Why? Because we're ALL: Shit-hot cops! (ALL LAUGH) Mate, we're on the side of the angels.
And this is one of the many ways God rewards us.
Oh, come here, beautiful.
Oh, sweetheart.
Come here, come here, come here.
Oh-ho-ho-ho! I gotcha! You're under arrest now, baby! (ALL LAUGH) Boys.
Oh, yes.
I'm looking for Detective Sergeant Dennis Kelly.
Who'd you be? Your new best mate, mate.
Or your worst fuckin' nightmare.
I want a green light.
I've been told you're the man who can give me it.
What are you crapping on about? What's this ''green light''? I been talking to Neddy Smith.
You know Ned? Mmm.
Well, he got a green light from a certain detective in the Armed Robbery Squad.
I want one from you.
Alright? You you get a cut of my action.
I get your protection.
Want me to spell it out for you? I want you to speak English.
So who's your boss, Dennis? (EXHALES) We've been watching the Bungendore crop since it was first planted.
Latest information says it's ready for harvest, destined for the Sydney market.
Now, our plan is to identify the dealers.
We're not here to make any drug busts.
What we wanna know - who are these guys paying off to stay in business? So we follow the money trail back up the line to the people calling the shots - the big profit-takers.
Questions? Good.
Let's do it.
MAN ON RECORDING: Yeah, also Nick Paltos.
That's P-A-L-T-O-S.
SECOND MAN ON RECORDING: That Trimbole boy.
You must have some information as to where he's gone.
WOMAN: Alright.
Fantastic.
We'll need to meet about 7:15.
MAN: Look, it's on for tonight, you know? We've got the, er Elizabeth Cruickshank and Allison Dine.
Allison with two 'L's.
MAN: I should be home in time.
Manchester.
MAN: What's on the TV tonight? TREVOR: Yeah, is Dennis Kelly there? Can I leave a message? Yeah, it's Trevor.
Tell him, er, we need to, er, meet.
Yeah, um, just tell him something's come up he should know about.
And the usual place and time? No.
No need to leave a surname.
Thanks.
(BIRDSONG) Is that him? George Freeman.
Chris Flannery.
Expect you've heard of me.
What's your business? Oh, I hear you're looking for a new head of security.
You heard wrong.
What I heard is your head of security's that shithouse people just waltz in here and shoot you in the fuckin' head! I got all the security I want, pal.
What, him? (LAUGHS) He couldn't hit the skin off a rice fuckin' pudding.
He's all steroids and coconut oil.
If I wanted a clown, I'd have hired Ronald fuckin' McDonald.
Nobody respects nobody anymore.
Give this prick a big farewell fuckin' kiss from me, Barry.
Hey y-you're a gambling man, aren't you, George? I got a grand here says I can beat this powder puff in a fair fight.
What do you say to that, huh? (POWERSOLO'S 'KAT NAZAR' PLAYS) SONG: # Mmm # Cup of tea for my darling.
Is it made with tender, loving care, sweetheart? Come on, you bastard! Come on! You'd better learn to write with your left hand, because I'm about to tear this bastard off.
Is that right? # Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah # Shit! (BARRY LAUGHS) Where you from? Melbourne.
What's your background? I knock people for a quid.
You got a problem with someone, I fix it, permanent.
Any idiot can talk himself up.
(CHUCKLES) I got form, George.
Roger Wilson.
Hmm? Elroy Tan.
Ray 'The Lizard' Locksley.
# Bop, mm-booo # Wop-ap-a-bom-bom Ma-ha-haow # (GUNSHOT) Run, Roger, run! (LAUGHS) Run, Roger! Arggh! (GASPS AND GURGLES) (ROARS) # Yeah, yeah-hea # Got it! # Uh-huh huh # Hey, Ray! (WHOOSH!) Take that, you loudmouthed prick! # Whop-a-da mo-mo A mo-mo domma-dap # Lackitty dong-dong # You're not a koala bear, are you, huh? You're not a fucking endangered species! Huh?! (GUNSHOT ECHOES) Oh, yeah.
That's my pricing schedule.
You want a bloke touched up with a baseball bat - 10 grand.
Broken bones - well, you know, that's a bit more again.
Bits chopped off, torture, that type of thing - that's, uh, you know, sort of gonna be a bit more again.
Full-service homicide including disposal of the body and any special requests you might have - that's 50 grand.
Right there at the bottom of the page - that's my banking details.
Nice meeting you, George.
JACQUl: Because Andy Maher had confessed to killing Marty Johnstone, his only court appearance would be for sentencing.
But Andy's mate Jamie Smith and Terry Clark had both pleaded not guilty and were still on remand awaiting trial.
According to English law, prisoners on remand must have their status confirmed by a court every week.
No magistrate in the country was ever gonna release him on bail.
But for Terry, these pointless trips to court each week had one unexpected side benefit.
Are you alright? Yeah.
God, I'm sorry I dragged you into all this.
They think I'm the brains behind everything.
Why? Because you've got a law degree? Apparently it means I know how to move money across international boundaries.
Maybe you should make a statement.
I asked you to marry me, you came over to see if the relationship would work.
That's all.
Juries love a young woman in love.
Marry me, Karen.
('FAITH' BY THE HARPOONS PLAYS) You understand your bail conditions? Alright.
Here are your things.
There's this too.
SONG: # Oooh # I want you to know # Oh # How our love can grow # I love you from # JACQUl: Finally, many months after their initial arrest, Terry Clark and Jamie Smith stood trial for murder.
Terry Clark and Karen Soich were also on trial for the importation and distribution of drugs.
# Don't break my heart # Terry always dreamed of rubbing shoulders with the aristocracy.
But this probably wasn't what he had in mind.
# Oh! # Baby, please # Won't you come home? # Whoa # You know I'm sitting here # Whoa-oh # I'm sitting here alone # All rise.
The Queen versus Terence James Sinclair, James Albert Smith and Karen Marie Soich.
Mum, they're trumped-up charges based on a friendship that Terry had with Martin Johnstone back home.
The police had to charge someone.
The public demanded blood.
And you just got caught up in the slipstream? Exactly.
Please don't worry, Mum.
This is the best justice system in the world.
It's designed to protect innocent people like us.
TREVOR ON RECORDING: Is Dennis Kelly there, please? Can I leave a message? Yeah, it's, er, Trevor.
Tell him (TAPE STOPS) That doesn't necessarily mean he's the one.
the Bungendore briefing, he arranges to meet his mates at the CIB - men we strongly suspect are corrupt.
I'll deal with him personally.
(SCOFFS) I thought your philosophy was, um, ''Let it run.
See where they take us.
'' Leave him where he is? Classic espionage strategy.
Think of the damage he could do, Joe.
Not now we know he's dirty.
We can manage what information crosses his desk.
Christ, Joe.
He's already blown one operation.
We're one step ahead.
Come on, Dave, forget Bungendore.
It's already compromised.
Let's just keep our eye on the main game.
JACQUl: Funnily enough, the convoy carrying out the Bungendore crops suddenly changed their plans, turned south and headed for Melbourne.
They're going south! Fuck! Dave Priest informed the Victorian Police, who made the bust and took all the credit.
But, surprisingly, they didn't just pick up low-level drivers.
In the car behind was a man who turned out to be much higher up the totem pole of illegal dope distribution.
MESSINA: You were arrested in possession of 97 kilos of marijuana harvested in Bungendore, NSW, which is a large marijuana-growing area controlled by the Calabrian Mafia.
I own property there, sure, but, er, I'm just a simple farmer.
You drive a Mercedes.
Your wife drives an Alfa Romeo.
You have a two-storey house in Balwyn.
So I work hard.
People know me as a respectable man.
Which means you don't want your daughters to know you're a crook.
Can I smoke? No.
I find it offensive.
The arresting officers said you had information regarding the murders of Douglas and Isabel Wilson - two drug couriers for Terry Clark's Mr Asia syndicate.
And you want to make some kind of deal.
First, I want a guarantee you'll waive prosecution.
How can I make a deal when I don't know what you've got? I know why they were killed, I know who did it and I know who paid for it.
Are you gonna tell me or are you just gonna brag about it? You think I'm gonna be the first one to put my dick on the table? Another thing - I want you to spread the word I paid you money.
Arrivederci, Mr Tizzoni.
(SNORTS) (WHISTLES BREEZILY) (DOORBELL RINGS) We've got a visitor, mate.
Chris Flannery.
Congratulations on your nuptials, George.
(CHUCKLES) Sorry I couldn't be at the ceremony.
George, Mrs Freeman.
(KISSES) No doubt I was busy taking care of business that day or something, eh, George? Anyway it's it's better late than never.
Yeah, they're champagne glasses.
Lead crystal.
It's the best ones money can buy you.
I want you to both know every time you drink out them just how much I respect the both of you.
(GLASS BREAKS) Out.
Now.
Eh? What do you think this is, bush week? Huh? Having a nice, private little dinner with my wife and you burst in like a jackbooted fuckin' Nazi! Aargh! (LAUGHS) Shit, I'm sorry, George.
I didn't think.
(LAUGHS) I just wanted to pay my respects the only way I know how.
I like you, George.
You're the only real man I've met since I've been up here.
I just wanted to let you know that.
I'll make it up to you, alright? You know what I'm saying.
(BLOWS IN WATER) I suppose I could use another debt collector.
Get the drip a towel, Barry.
(LAUGHS) Hey! (EXOTIC MUSIC) Like taking candy off a baby, Mick.
Gotta hand it to you, Chris.
You certainly do have a silver tongue on you.
Well, now I just gotta prove to George I'm, you know, worth some value.
Gonna show George your moves, eh? Mmm.
I've got a dealer needs seeing to.
Needs a bit of a touch-up, does he? Mmm.
Him and his druggie girlfriend run the north coast for me.
Except I think he's ripping me off.
You want me to have a quiet word with him, do you? (SNORTS) (SNIFFS) (EXOTIC MUSIC CONTINUES) (EXOTIC MUSIC WARPS) Susan Smith? WOMAN: Yeah, what do you want? (FIRES GUN) Derek Sebastian? MAN: Shit! (PANTS) Don't you bloody run! Huh? That'll stop you fucking running now, won't it, huh? I've had it with you fucking hippies.
(SINGS) # If you're happy and you know it # Then you really oughta show it # If you're happy and you know it Clap your bloody hands.
# Flannery? That's the big word.
Reckons he's got a green light.
Nah, mate.
Flannery's all talk.
Well, someone shot the bloody druggies.
I suppose it's possible.
He's telling everyone it was him.
And I thought he was all gong and no dinner.
You ning-nong, Chris! That was a perfectly good beer! You didn't have to fucking off them! You're lucky we're mates, Mick.
Mate, we agreed that you were gonna give them a touch-up, get 'em talking.
They're junkies, mate.
They won't tell you the truth.
I done youse a favour.
And you only owe me 10 grand.
You think I'm gonna fucking pay you? That's my entire north coast operation you just destroyed, Chris! Yes, Mick.
And you owe me $1.
20 for a new beer.
Frank Tizzoni's got something.
But I'll reel him in slowly to land the big fish.
Let him cool his heels on remand for a few months.
See if he gets more reasonable.
Well, we've had a bit of action in your absence.
Get a load of this.
While you were in Melbourne, Paltos arranged a meeting in a park with half a dozen of his cronies.
So, we bugged the park.
You what? You bugged a park? We're looking for a mention in the 'Guinness Book of Records'.
(TURNS ON TAPE) PALTOS ON TAPE: We've got some overages.
Fact is everybody needs to stump up more dough.
SECOND MAN: Fuck that for a joke.
I already bought a full share.
Plus, I'm taking care of the trucks.
Danny Chubb - heroin dealer.
It's not me, Danny, it's these fucking clams in the Lebanon.
They jacked the price up 'cause the shipment's bigger than they thought.
Well, how big? Seven tonnes.
Seven tonnes of what? CHUBB ON TAPE: Seven tonnes of the best fuckin' hash.
Oh.
We're looking at the biggest payday in history.
Let's not blow it over a lousy few hundred grand.
Bottom line - the ship don't sail till we pay the difference.
(TURNS OFF TAPE) Bloody hell.
Exactly.
Imagine if we round up all of them, up and down the chain of command, and seized seven tonnes of drugs.
Er, Liz, there's a visitor here for you.
Oh.
I bet Paltos would even cut a deal and tell us where Trimbole is.
Maybe.
Itinerary - Sydney, Manchester, Lancaster.
How many days, do you think? On the witness stand? Yeah.
A a week.
And I'll be there every minute.
Everything up to now's kind of been like a dress rehearsal.
Well, your evidence at the Wilsons' inquest was the real thing.
Yeah, but I didn't have to face him.
Don't you need to? That's easy for you to say.
Until you look him in the eye and say, ''Terry Clark, you are a murderer and I reject you,'' he's always gonna have a hold on you.
Kind of like rejecting Satan.
We believe it would be in your best interest to publicly distance yourself from Terry.
Meaning what? When you testify, I suggest you make it clear that you now think he's a terrible man and that all you want to do is to go home with your parents and put this unfortunate chapter of your life behind you.
Is it what you want? It is.
You will notice the victim's stomach has been opened.
This was to assist with the escape of natural gases, according to Andrew Maher's statement, to prevent the body from floating to the surface.
This was achieved with an axe, milady, a previous attempt with a spade having failed - too blunt, I understand.
Andrew Maher told us that he did this on the explicit instructions of Terry Clark.
Um, excuse me.
I'd just like to say something for the record of the court.
Um, I'd like to make it known that I love Terry.
Terence John Clark.
And I intend to become his wife.
(ONLOOKERS MURMUR) I'm not going to ask you about your guilt or innocence, Mr Clark.
I want to know only one thing.
What are your intentions towards my daughter? I asked her to marry me.
She accepted.
And if you're found guilty and have to spend the rest of your life in prison? I don't believe the Crown case will stick.
I repeat, if you're found guilty, what then? I will withdraw my proposal.
Thank you.
(BRIGHT MUSIC) If it was up to me, I'd take Trevor Chappell out the back of the grandstand, put a fuckin' bullet in his brain.
Wasn't his fault, bro.
His brother told him to bowl it underarm.
Shoot the both of them, then! Oh, fuck! Hey, Chris, mate.
Have you seen Mick Sayers? Wasn't in here a minute ago? No, mate, I haven't seen Mick.
When you do see that shitbagger, you tell him to call me.
Tell him it's a matter of life and death.
His.
Will do, Danny boy.
Tone.
Hey.
What the fuck you done to Danny Chubb - root his daughter? Worse.
What, his dog? (LAUGHS) No, I owe him for a load of gear.
Four hundred g's of smack.
Four hundred g's! Hey, Mick, you want me to have a quiet word with Danny? Always the best way to settle a debt, isn't it? Huh? (MELLOW VERSION OF 'DANNY BO Y' PLAYS) JACQUl: Danny Chubb had just bought a lovely piece of whiting for his mum.
I guess she had to settle for fish fingers that night.
(MUSIC CONTINUES) (LAUGHS) Rent-A-Kill.
That's what they ought to call you.
Rent-A-Kill.
Huh? (LAUGHS) Oi, oi, oi Get your fuckin' hands off my mate! It's alright, Laurie.
Watch the threads! Watch the threads.
Come on! Come here.
(GIGGLES) (LAUGHS) Get your hand off me, Jim! Stay where you Hey.
Don't you know who Danny Chubb is? Danny Chubb is the main supplier of our gear in this town.
You have just cut it off.
Fuckhead! You have cost us a lot of money.
So find a new fucking supplier, huh? Drought's gonna push prices up, aren't they, hey? Who's gonna benefit in the long run? You are and you are.
Hey! Fucking touch me, Dennis fucking Kelly! Two words for you.
Continuity and stability.
And you've destroyed them both.
Now, you wanna keep breathing, you pull your fuckin' head in.
You know, you can't speak to me like that, Dennis.
(LAUGHS) You know why you can't?! Because I've got a green fuckin' light! Keep your dog on a leash, George, or I'll deal with him myself, mate.
Hey, and you remember, mate, our relationship is built on mutual respect.
Yeah.
(SIGHS) You haven't touched a thing.
I had to get down on my knees and beg the kitchen staff specially.
Well, it's muck and I can't eat it.
Boiled cod's good for you.
If I can't have bacon and eggs and a fried slice, I'll eat fresh air.
I wish you'd see a bloody doctor.
(PUB'S DOORBELL DINGS) Hey.
Mr Michael Pious Hanbury, I presume.
Sure and begorrah.
(BOTH LAUGH) You look well, mate.
Terrific.
And nobody knows you're here.
You didn't tell anybody where I am? Not a living soul.
Jeez, you're trying to give me pneumonia.
I don't want Ann-Marie hearing things she shouldn't.
Mate, I have got seven tonnes of the best cannabis resin in the whole world just waiting to be shipped.
But the fuckin' Lebanese dealers, they jacked up the price.
What can I do? Seven tonnes? I thought you said five.
It's a bumper harvest.
How much more? Everyone thinks I'm Howard Hughes.
Give me a couple of weeks.
Got a few irons in the fire.
And I really need this payday, mate.
And I need to make arrangements for the family, you know what I mean? JACQUl: Bob's other irons were all in the illegal arms trade.
It was a new game he'd just turned his hand to - buying up guns and bombs from the factories of the Eastern Bloc and then selling them straight to the IRA.
(SHUTTER CLICKS) (SHUTTER CLICKS) (SHUTTER CLICKS) Every time you do a stupid thing you harm my reputation.
I'm just trying to prove that I'm a serious guy to you, George.
Reputations take a lifetime to build, but one one stupid fuckin' moment to wreck! I apologise.
You and Barry have got a busy day collecting from the parlours.
(IMITATES GUNSHOT QUIETLY) You're not a koala bear, George Freeman.
Er, milady, the Crown calls its final witness, Allison Raewyn Dine.
JACQUl: Allison was the prosecution's star witness.
Without her, it'd have been difficult to convince the jury that Terry Clark really was the head of a major organised crime syndicate.
But with her, if she held her nerve they could prove everything.
(MUSIC SURGES) Raise your right hand and repeat after me - ''I swear by almighty God ''that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, ''the whole truth and nothing '' the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
So help me God.
Miss Dine, you're a self-confessed drug courier.
Am I right? Yes, I am.
At a guess, how many kilos of heroin did you smuggle into Australia personally? Personally, more than 40 kilos.
The street value? About 90 million Australian dollars.
(MURMURING) You were Terry Clark's best courier, his trusted business associate, and his lover, correct? Yeah, that's right.
And you did love him? Yes.
But you're no longer his lover.
What happened? Oh he he moved on to someone else.
How do you feel about him now? Well I feel sorry for him.
How do you describe his relationship with Martin Johnstone? Lord Marty, he used to call him.
He also called him a lazy fool, a shameless liar and a liability.
(EERIE MUSIC) Fucking bitch! Fucking, fucking slut! (EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES) JACQUl: Allison Dine was given a new identity in a new country.
in witness protection, unable ever to see her family and friends again.
But she did save the rest of her life.
Martin Johnstone was my friend.
I would not have killed him or been involved in his death.
I only have one thing to say about Allison Dine's evidence.
It's a bloody lie I knew anything about what was going on in London, because I didn't.
I didn't.
I liked Dine as a friend.
Nothing more than that.
A lot of people have suffered because of her.
I'm just the last in a long line.
JACQUl: After 121 days, at an estimated cost of £1.
3 million The jury's back! You hear that, Warwick? The jury's back.
Jesus! We find Karen Marie Soich not guilty.
James Albert Smith - guilty.
Terence James Sinclair guilty.
(EXCITED HUBBUB) PRIEST: Well done, everyone! Shut up! (LAUGHS) Listen, this is what Justice Dame Rose Heilbron said.
''Terry Clark, you are a ruthless and dangerous man.
''You peddled misery and death.
''There is no doubt you masterminded the murder ''of your erstwhile friend Martin Johnstone.
'' She's given him 20 years minimum.
(ALL CHEER) That was the Department of Foreign Affairs.
The High Commission of London have just been contacted by a man who seems to know the whereabouts of Bob Trimbole.
Who is he? Wouldn't leave any details.
But he wants to talk to you face to face.
Have you got your passport in order, David? (CHUCKLES) Any more of that bubbly left? Ah.
Sir? Gianfranco Tizzoni called.
He'd, er, like another meeting.
I guess my dick goes on the table first.
George Joseph.
Who's George Joseph? The man you need to talk to.
The shooter? The man who found the shooter.
George is a gun dealer.
Bob Trimbole asked me to deal with the Wilsons on behalf of his business partner, Terry Clark.
Who's George Joseph's gunman of choice? I don't know his real name.
He was introduced to me as Fred.
I want what we agreed to last time written up in a memorandum.
I didn't agree to anything.
Oh, come on.
Signed and dated by you, me and the Commissioner.
What else have you got? That's not enough? If you have information regarding any other activities of organised crime, you tell me now.
Or we can forget all this and I will call your children and tell them Daddy's a grubby little dope dealer.
And that he'll be inside for the next five Christmases.
How do you wanna be remembered, Frank? You will make it look like I paid you off rather than talked? Have to have that.
The same guy did Mackay.
(SILENCED GUNSHOT) This 'Fred' killed Donald Bruce Mackay? Same arrangement.
Bob ordered it.
I organised it.
George found Fred.
Fred did the deed.
He put his body through a meat mincer.
I'm an honourable man.
I want the record to show that.