Underbelly s05e03 Episode Script
The Loaded Dog
found in six bags in the Hastings River at Wauchope as those of missing prisoner Terry Falconer.
You're the dog who murdered my grandparents.
Take a look at this.
These are the ones who killed Terry Falconer.
That's Anthony Perish.
My old man used to say, "You gotta do the right thing," you know? "Even if it hurts.
"The more it hurts, the righter it is.
" Mate, are you sure this informant of yours isn't just leading you by the nose? He's not a bad suspect for Falconer himself.
This guy is as sound (PHONE RINGS) .
.
and as reliable as they get.
Gary Jubelin.
You dropped me in it, didn't ya, hey? You told Perish I was doggin' him.
Anthony Perish hasn't ever had an account with Telstra or any of the private phone companies.
He's not registered with the Housing Commission, Medicare or any private health fund.
No super fund has any record of him.
He's got no outstanding fines, no traffic infringements, he's not on the electoral roll, got no tax-file number, no credit history.
Only someone with serious badness to hide would go to this much effort to cover their tracks.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (PHONE RINGS) (GROANS) Gary Jubelin? Pam Young? Mm-hm.
Nuh.
Nuh.
No, Sandro, I can drive myself.
Mm-hm.
OK, I'll see you down there.
There's a murder in Wollongong.
Sounds like a gay bashing.
Sometimes I wonder what it's like - a normal life.
No, you don't.
See you when I see you, Jubelin.
Good luck catching your ghost.
Be careful.
NARRATOR: Almost a year into the Terry Falconer murder investigation, Gary Jubelin was no closer to finding his elusive prime suspect, Anthony John Michael Perish, the ghost.
What Gary didn't know, the ghost was studying him and his illustrious career just as closely.
Know your enemy.
You're a star, mate.
Cop star.
NARRATOR: For more than a decade, Anthony Perish had managed to fly under the radar, invisible to police eyes.
Unlike most criminals, he went to great trouble to leave no trace of his passing.
He had never put a foot wrong until Terry Falconer came along.
Clear? Don't rush me, OK? For fuck's sake, Frank, I'm bustin' for the loo.
Are we clear? We're clear.
Go on.
Go on, get in, get in.
You, sometimes, I swear Shut the door.
OK.
Alright? (DOOR SLAMS) Pippa! Come here! What?! (WHISPERS) Fucking hell! What?! Look.
Yeah, looks like a Jatz cracker.
It's a sign.
It's a biscuit.
Rooster and Undies have been here, eh? More likely that little kid from next door.
No, it's a warning, OK? Now, get inside.
Did you lock the front door? Jeepers, youyou're scaring me.
You ought to be scared, eh? No, you! YOU'RE scaring me.
Hey, inside.
Go.
Move it.
Let's go.
Fucking hell.
Get inside.
Inside.
NARRATOR: Gary Jubelin's second major focus was the man codenamed 'Informant X'.
He knew Francis Xavier O'Rourke's evidence would be crucial if he ever got the chance to put Anthony Perish on trial for murder.
You tipped off Rooster, eh? And why would I do that? Well, you're in his pocket.
You're up to your fuckin' eyeballs in Falconer's murder.
You, Rooster, Undies.
And now you're trying to stitch me up over it.
That's a load of paranoid bullshit, Frank.
Correct.
And I'm just crazy enough to pull that trigger, huh? Oh, shit! What? Now, you agreed to come alone, right? Sorry, Frank, it's procedure.
Listen to me.
Listen.
If I wanted to fit you up, I would have planted Terry Falconer's DNA in your house.
Well, maybe you did, huh? Maybe I just haven't found it yet.
Well, why am I tellin' you? Yeah.
Good point.
You know the best way to lock this guy up? Rooster? Rooster.
Get him bragging about it - who did what, all the fuckin' gruesome details.
Then you record it.
You know who the best person to do that is? You want me to wear a wire, huh? Against Anthony Perish? (LAUGHING) Oh, shit, was I wrong! Nah, you're not trying to stitch me up.
You wanna get me killed.
No, Frank Yeah, that's what this is about, you lyin' bloody squarehead, huh? I get blamed for Falconer, you and Rooster go on your merry way, like a couple of bloody schoolyard lovers, ya fuckin' idiot! Jesus Christ, eh? Fuckin' dreaming.
You like your little boys, do ya? You get you fuckin' head read, mate.
Gary, you can't hang an entire murder brief on one tattooed lunatic.
He'll come around.
Bullshit.
It's not bullshit.
He's turned his life around.
Just have some faith in human nature, will you? I got a tonne of faith, mate.
I just don't have unlimited bucks to back it up.
My strong advice? Concentrate on catching Anthony John Michael Perish while you've still got a strike force to do it.
Dickhead alert.
Permission to come aboard.
Oh, shit, is this necessary? Can't stay here now, can I? Not secure anymore - all thanks to you.
Can I have a private word? I've been thinking.
Yeah, well, don't.
You know the best means of defence is attack, right? The last thing the Living Deads will expect is a direct assault on their clubhouse.
Yeah? (SCOFFS) Nah, listen.
We firebomb the pricks.
They come runnin' outside, we put a few rounds into 'em.
Not to kill, just to panic 'em, teach 'em who they're messing with.
I got all the men lined up, all the hardware.
All I need is my orders.
It'd start a bloody war, mate, not finish it.
And get the Gang Squad up our arse.
No.
And how am I supposed to do business with 'em after a stunt like that, eh? Well, you got a better plan? Yeah, I do.
Peace summit.
A peace summitwith the Deads? Better work on your apology, mate.
The keystone of a successful informant relationship is trust, yeah? You have to believe what he tells you, he has to believe he's safe in your hands.
The trouble with your Mr X is after a lifetime's bad experiences with authority figures, he naturally assumes you're going to betray him and, therefore, he'll never let himself trust you unless he knows you trust him.
So, how do we handle him, Sonya? You're late.
Were you organising back-up? I'm on me own, Frank.
I give you my word.
What do you want, huh? I've already told you everything I'm gonna tell you.
Then why are you here? Aren't you gonna pat me down, huh? No, I'm not.
If we're gonna work together, I've got to learn to trust you.
And vice-versa.
Sit down, Frank.
Who says we're working together, hmm? Here's what I reckon.
I reckon you got two voices in your head telling you two very different things.
Just two? (CHUCKLES) Happy days.
One of 'em's saying "Never trust a cop," and the other one's saying, "He's telling you to do the right thing.
" And I reckon that's your old man, Frank.
And I reckon that's why you're here.
I'm already a dead man, talking to you.
Why would I stick my neck out even further? Well, what have you got to lose? They can't kill you twice.
And you told me you didn't want to go back to that life.
It doesn't mean I want to be a dog either.
But you do want to be a better man.
Don't ya? Is that what you want, Frank? Think about your old man, mate.
Oh, every day, I do.
And what was he like? He was an army man, drill sergeant.
Was all spit and polish.
He hated bikies, eh? Thought they were all crims.
Said if he ever caught me on a Harley, he'd put a bullet in me head.
I joined me first club before I had me first naughty.
You good? You know how it is.
Mm-hm.
How are the kids? Yeah, they're good.
You OK? Yeah, I'm good.
Thanks for asking.
(PHONE RINGS) (SILENCE) I know it's you, Frank.
Babe, what's wrong? I'll do it.
Well, you're doing the right thing, mate.
Come here, beautiful.
First, this maniac beats my godson to a pulp.
The kid'll be lucky to walk again.
Then he comes after me with a pair of frickin' six guns! Yeah, and the reason we're all sitting here, freezing our tits off, the man wants to apologise, Jasper, alright? Look, I had no idea he was connected.
What can I say? The kid never said anything.
Soit's at least 50% his fault.
Why didn't he speak up? It's 'cause you were kicking seven shades of fuckin' shit out of him.
Put it down to collateral damage.
You're a deadset cockhead, mate.
We want compensation.
I'll give YOU 50 cents to fuck off! Stuff you, you Piss off! Hey, hey, hey, hey, not in me car! A little decorum, for Christ's sake.
Hey! Get off! Settle down, you idiots.
Get stuffed! Christ! Look, you got the moral high ground here, Jasper.
No argument.
How much we talking? A million - cash.
Plus 20 kilos of pills.
Might have to dock your wages there, digger.
And I heard you supplied the Bloods with grenade launchers.
We might be able to rustle up a few more.
Will you take a deposit? Say, uh, 20 grand? You wouldn't be thinking of stiffing us, would ya? Jasper, mate.
How long have you and I been doing business for, eh? Come on.
Forever.
(SPLUTTERS) (COUGHS) Fuck.
Looks like the Living Dead are in the market for a new president, eh? Any thoughts there, Kenny? Congratulations, mate.
Couldn't have picked a better man.
Thanks, mate.
Yeah, congratulations, Mr President.
Now, piss off.
And don't forget who done you this good turn.
Man, right in the heart.
No blood, no mess.
Beautiful! I owe you, Rooster.
Yeah? You think? It'd be OK if you wear a baggy shirt.
Mate, I got a boombox smaller than that thing.
I'm gettin' a beer, drown me sorrows, you bloody amateurs.
I'm going straight back to the tech department after this, find the boss, rip his head off and shit down his neck.
You got my word we'll do better, Frank.
Say you do, right? Then what's me excuse for lobbing on Rooster's doorstep? Well, the thing is we can't tell you what to say.
That's entrapment.
(CHUCKLES) Just gets fuckin' better, doesn't it, eh? Frank, have you been summonsed to appear at the new inquest into the Perish grandparents? Me? No.
Bit of an oversight.
Yeah.
Could work.
Cops.
Had to be.
Tink'd never tell.
It's not in hiswhatcha-me-call-it, DNA.
Besides, he knows what would happen to him if he did.
I don't know.
Have you told Rooster? Nuh.
Don't.
No need upsetting him for no good reason.
Yeah, and what if he finds out we knew but never said nothin'? The main LD's in the bum bag.
What if Undies asks what's in it, eh? Well, just tell himbums.
That's funny, eh? Dark horse.
Funny.
Hey? First back-up's in your phone.
Battery compartment.
For fuck's sake, don't drop it.
First back-up? Second back-up's in your smokes, behind the foil, see? Right.
Don't forget and chuck the pack away.
Righto.
That's it.
What if he gets onto me? Where's MY back-up, huh? There isn't any, Frank.
You're on your own.
Ohright.
You really know how to make a bloke feel appreciated, Jubes, hey? Mr Positive.
Hey? We all set? Recording.
Right, this is Detective Sergeant Gary Jubelin and Francis Xavier O'Rourke.
The time is 3:19pm, the date 30/11/02.
This is the commencement of an operation for Strike Force Tuno.
In a short time, you will be speaking to people who may be involved in criminal activities.
You may be asked questions, you may need to give appropriate responses.
I've also been authorised to provide you with the following inducement - nothing you say or do can be used against you in any court in this State.
Do you understand that, Frank? I heard a whisper that you'd been talking.
To Tuno.
Talking to tuna? What are you? It's the task force that's looking after the Falconer thing.
Now, is that true, Tink? Yeah.
Yeah, you bet I've been talkin' to cops, eh? Check this out.
Yeah, I've been summonsed.
The new inquest, your grandpa's murder.
I mean, shit, why do they want to hear from me, huh? So, where's Rooster? He around? So, thisthis is why the cops came round? Serving you with a summons? Yeah.
That's why I need to see him, mate.
I want to know how to play it and what to do, right? Call him, will ya? Yeah.
Go on, call him now! Yeah, I'll fucking call him! Good.
(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS) See them photo-fits in the paper? It looks like Rooster and me.
I never read papers.
There's too much news, eh? Someone's been talking.
What - are you sayin' I dogged? When have I ever dogged, you paranoid fuck, hey? (LAUGHS) Fuckin' hell I'll call him later.
Oh, now you're pulling my dick.
Ring the right fuckin' number, dude, hey? Hey, darl, have you got the code for star pickets? I'll be back in a sec.
Take that.
(PHONE BEEPS) (MUTTERS) O4 Don't take the fucking code sheet off the fuckin' wall.
OK.
Um I'll talk to him, OK? Hmm? Righto.
Make sure you do, eh? Take it easy, Undies, eh? Have a good day, mate.
Yeah.
something, something.
I didn't get it, eh? This is Anthony's number, yeah? Yeah.
Didn't get the last three digits? Well, slap my wrist.
Stick a finger up me arse if you want.
I did get the make and model of the dog and bone though, yeah? Smart piece of work, mate.
Well done.
Thanks, Gary.
Am I happy? Well, a Nokia 3315, plus the first seven digits of the number.
I'm optimistic you'll be happy.
So, we need warrants for local phone tower dumps for that period, yeah? Say, an hour either way.
You realise a single tower dump could cost $1,000 or more? Alright, well, get it done.
You can't hide forever, pal.
Want me to help? It's a job for experts.
You see, every mobile phone has its own electronic signature.
It's just a matter of cross-checking I know, Kevin, I know.
the right make and model with the partial number.
When you find it, can you call Gary Jubelin asap? Only if you give me his number.
Camille? Kevin? You ID'd the number? Of course I did.
Am I not a professional? Now all you have to do is get a warrant to pull it off.
I'll call Gary J immediately.
(PHONE RINGS) (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING) Wasn't expecting you this week.
Just making sure you're putting in the work.
Look, how long do I have to stay in this bloody dump? Long as I say so, hey? Hello? Sergeant Jubelin? Technical branch.
We've identified the number.
Anthony Perish's mobile number? Fuck! What's this in aid of? It's a carrot cake.
And we're all just stopping work to have cake now, are we? It's for your birthday, Jubelin.
Happy birthday, Gaz.
Yes, Kevin? There's been a slight mix-up, mate.
Fuck! Have you got any idea how hard everyone's been working to do this? You had one job to do.
One job! Get out of here before I NARRATOR: It would be over a year before Gary Jubelin got another chance to bring down his prey.
(KIDS SHOUT PLAYFULLY) You are too cranky.
I'm not cranky.
You are.
You're too cranky.
I'm not.
Really, I'm not.
Gary Alright.
I'm very bloody cranky.
FRANK: My fat aunt could have figured out his number from what I told ya, eh? Yeah, it's a little more complex than that, the whole warrant thing.
The Listening Devices Act's a prick.
What are you driving at? I need you to put the wire back on.
(CHUCKLES) Fuck me, Gary! Every time I front them dudes, I risk me life.
Don't you get that? Or you just don't give a fuck? Huh? Huh? Hey, I know what they're capable of, alright? I saw Terry Falconer's body parts.
That's why it's imperative we put him away.
And your role in this is vital, Frank.
You're the only one who can do it.
It's the right thing to do.
You know it.
You mention my old man again, I'll fuckin' chop YOU up.
UNDIES: It's 'cause you left the pen lid off - it's not working anymore.
I haven't had a chance to call him yet.
Bullshit, Undies.
Lazy cowboy.
Give us his number, I'll call him.
If I gave you his number, he wouldn't be happy.
Leave the summons with me and I'll call him, OK? Just leave me to fuckin' eat my hummus in peace.
There's another thing.
You know that money for me boat? I wanna pay him back.
It's only a couple of grand.
Don't stress out about it.
Oh, I know the way he works, right? I want to pay him back every cent.
You tell him that, OK? OK.
So, one more thing.
You're giving me a fuckin' headache, Tink.
Mate, it's important, right? What? Now, you know that document? What document - this one? No.
The document you and Rooster came round and showed me, right? The one that said Falconer had been dogging to the jacks.
I just remembered something.
What?! I handled it.
You know what I'm sayin'? It's got me fingerprints on it.
Tink, there's probably on that fuckin' document.
What if these Tuna dudes decide I'm suspect number one 'cause of me record, and link me to you? Tink That's why I gotta talk to Rooster.
I gotta bloody clear this up! (WHISPERS) Shut up, alright? You just need to relax.
I willI will call him and set up a meeting, alright? But you just need to relax, alright? 'Cause nobody knows that we did it.
Nobody knows it was us who killed the prick.
"Nobody knows it was us who killed the prick.
" Yeah? You sure that's what he said? Yeah.
What do you say, boys? Huh? Huh?! Hey? Sensational.
Eh? Eh? Gold star, mate.
Gold, gold! I fuckin' I deserve a beer, eh? Six bloody beers! 100 bloody beers! Bring 'em on! (FRANK CONTINUES SHOUTING INDINSTINCTLY) (BEEPING ON RECORDING) It's a forklift or something.
(BEEPING CONTINUES) We sent it off-site to get it enhanced, they've sent it on to some experts in London, but What about the back-ups? Same, only worse.
Better luck next time.
We can't take a fucking trick.
Who's gonna tell Francis Xavier? FRANK: Fuck! So, what - you want me to go back? Try again, huh? That'd be good.
Fuck! We'd also like you to make a full statement, Frank.
Put down on paper everything you've told us - names, dates, details.
Your full criminal history.
What? No! No way! It's just a way of formalising I make a statement, the whole world knows I've dogged me mates.
Right? No.
They're not your mates.
You fuckin' idiots don't understand a thing, right? Now get out! Go on, get out! Wait up, idiot.
Fuckin' Take this bastard, right? I was gonna give it to you anyway.
What the fuck is this, Frank? Haven't you ever seen a pipe bomb before, hmm? Had it rigged to protect me front door, yeah? They usually make 'em out of galvanised pipe but this one's PVC, so don't bump it.
Now get out of my face, you bloody idiots, and take that piece of junk with you.
Go on.
Get! Watch your step.
I'll call the Bomb Squad.
We can't risk bringing them here and exposing Frank.
Tell 'em we'll meet them in a park.
Hey! Youse blokes want a Coke? No thanks.
No? We get the bomb there how? Stick it in the boot and drive very fucking carefully.
Mum wanted me to be a dentist.
Brownie Sorry, Pippa.
Transporting an IED in the boot of a car? Didn't you idiots do any explosives training? (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) NARRATOR: Anthony Perish had a habit of using people.
Buy them, bully them, manipulate them.
As long as they did exactly what he wanted, nobody got hurt.
Decker was handy.
He had his uses, but he was accident-prone and he had to be punished for past mistakes.
That's one reason Anthony kept him a virtual prisoner at his Girvan property for three lonely months.
And since he was sitting up there, cooling his heels, Anthony put him to work installing a defence system.
After all, there was a lot to protect.
A single cook-up from this one drug lab could produce several million dollars worth of amphetamines.
ROOSTER: Eat up, champ.
It'll get cold.
Well, why are you all eating pizza and I'm not? I brung you a special treat, that's why.
Don't you like it? It smells funny.
What are you talkin' about? It's the best chicken and chips on the coast.
It was lovely the other night when we had it, wasn't it, Muzzy? Yeah.
Uh, Monday? It was scrumptious.
Monday? That's a that's a week ago.
Fair enough.
Cheers.
Whoo! Look out teeth, look out gums, eh? Oh, come on.
Where are you goin'? By the way, cops have posted a reward for that little shoot-up of yours at JB's.
Hope you haven't been big-noting yourself to your bogan mates.
Security's my middle name, Rooster.
Glad to hear it.
Eat up.
It's rude to leave food on your plate.
(GAGS) NARRATOR: There's a story going around that when Anthony Perish was a teenager, he shot 200 cats.
It's probably apocryphal.
I mean, who was counting? But where there's smoke GARY: Did the Gillespies say why they were getting rid of it? Well, see, they're going back to England, and Mum's allergic.
You're my last resort.
And what about the RSPCA? (PHONE RINGS) I can't believe you said that.
Hello? Sweetie, if I wanted a dog, I would have got a proper dog.
Alright? Not a white, fluffy dog.
Who is it? Some guy called Frank.
Says his life's in danger.
What's the matter? Is that your son just now? No.
It's the guy who cleans my guns.
(LAUGHS) He sounds alright, eh? What do you want, Frank? This'd be what you cops call an induced statement, yeah? We'd never use it to bring charges against you.
Unless, of course, you lie to me.
Then they'd want to throw the book at you.
Let's be clear, Gary.
I'm not signing it, alright? It'd just be for you.
I can't risk word getting back to our mate.
You know what I'm saying? And I need my bloody head read, that's for sure.
Later.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRS) Oh, my giddy aunt.
Hey? (COCKS GUN) Hey, Rooster, you fucker! (FIRES GUN) Hey? How'd you know where I was, you fuckin' bastard?! Come on, come and get me, you bastard! Hey? You fucker! (FIRES GUN) Hey! Come on Rooster, I'm not afraid of you! (FIRES GUN) I mean, go figure that out.
He was here a minute ago.
What have you done with him? Frank, you're not well.
Come back to the hospital.
Fuck off.
Babe, don't do this to me.
Frankie! You need blood.
You need surgery.
You need antibiotics.
We can protect you from Rooster.
No-one can protect me from the Rooster.
He's everywhere.
GARY: It was an accident.
Rooster had nothing to do with it.
Frank, get in the fuckin' car.
Frankie! (SHOUTS) Soldier! Get in the car, mate.
Brownie, grab his arm.
NARRATOR: Gary decided a remote, secluded beach house was the best place to debrief Frank O'Rourke - far away from girls, booze, dope .
.
and helicopters.
So, Undies picked you up and took you to a restaurant in Newtown.
That's where you met Anthony Perish? Yeah, well, it sounds right, yeah.
What - it sounds right or is it right? Righty-right, Captain, eh? (CHUCKLES) Was this October 16th or 17th? Uh (SIGHS) I give up, eh? I can't remember.
Well, what day of the week was it? UhPippa wasn't working that night.
Could have been a Wednesday, eh? Yeah, Wednesday.
Wednesday was the 17th.
What was the name of the restaurant? How am I supposed to remember that? Well, try concentrating.
Where was it? Was it King Street? Oh, shit.
Look, we've been over this before, Frank.
Alright, what sort of cuisine was it? Was it Asian, was it Italian, was it Martian? Did you like it? Could you eat it? Did you enjoy it? Gary, how would I know, mate? Hey? All I remember is I didn't want to be there and I was shittin' bricks.
What does it matter? It matters, Frank! Alright? We have to dot every i, get every detail correct, or the defence is going to rip us apart.
That's assuming we get to court.
Court? I never agreed to no court! I'm not goin' nowhere near no fuckin' bloody court! Alright, alright, relax.
Alright, just think.
Was the restaurantwas it flash, was it downmarket? Think, Frank.
It was flash.
Flash, yeah.
OK, I've got Newtown restaurants.
Jesus, there are hundreds, so get comfy.
This could take a while.
From the top.
Alberto's Pizzeria? Does it ring any bells, Frank? Anise.
Booze.
Rooster.
Making good progress, champion.
You'll be asking for a pay rise.
Any wage at all would be a bonus.
Yeah, nah, I'm gonna miss ya.
What do you mean? You can't hang around up here, enjoying yourself forever, hey? So, you're cool if I just leave? Yeah, you done a good job, mate.
Useless till he signs it, if he signs it.
Well, you can use it as a scribble pad if he doesn't.
Having said that, it's quite an achievement.
Well done him, and you, Gary.
He will sign, yes? Well, it's his better nature fighting his criminal instinct.
But, yeah, I think he will.
I'm afraid there's not very much in the budget to resettle him.
Well, how much is not very much? Two grand? Pull the other one.
That is a disgrace.
We can't go back to him with that.
Don't have much choice, do we? Short of robbing a bank.
What if we chipped in ourselves? If I sign, I'm dead, yeah? If you don't sign, you don't get relocated.
You're dead anyway.
Mm.
Only closer to home.
What about the relocation money? Just another lie, was it, huh? It's a bank statement.
Account's in your name.
Your new name.
This six grand? For me? It's not a lot, mate.
It's all we could do.
I can't believe you're for real sometimes.
But you've got to sign and date every page of that.
And you gotta stand by it.
Which means what? You know what it means, Frank.
It means you gotta look Rooster in the eye in court one day and you gotta tell the jury what happened.
That's what it means.
Might like to learn a trade, eh? Something with me hands.
You any good with your hands? Hey? No, I'm not, Frank.
Yeah, I wouldn't think so.
Give me that pen.
NARRATOR: Francis Xavier O'Rourke is a fictional name.
The man himself is real, but his true identity cannot be revealed by order of the court.
He was relocated, instructed to keep his head down and wait for the day Tuno officers would call on him to testify against Anthony John Michael Perish.
You are not so cranky today.
How can you tell? I cannot hear your teeth grinding.
Things going better at work? Yep.
And at home? Got a dog.
He likes cheese.
Cheese is good, in moderation.
Now, fei chang fang, monkey style.
You're the dog who murdered my grandparents.
Take a look at this.
These are the ones who killed Terry Falconer.
That's Anthony Perish.
My old man used to say, "You gotta do the right thing," you know? "Even if it hurts.
"The more it hurts, the righter it is.
" Mate, are you sure this informant of yours isn't just leading you by the nose? He's not a bad suspect for Falconer himself.
This guy is as sound (PHONE RINGS) .
.
and as reliable as they get.
Gary Jubelin.
You dropped me in it, didn't ya, hey? You told Perish I was doggin' him.
Anthony Perish hasn't ever had an account with Telstra or any of the private phone companies.
He's not registered with the Housing Commission, Medicare or any private health fund.
No super fund has any record of him.
He's got no outstanding fines, no traffic infringements, he's not on the electoral roll, got no tax-file number, no credit history.
Only someone with serious badness to hide would go to this much effort to cover their tracks.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (PHONE RINGS) (GROANS) Gary Jubelin? Pam Young? Mm-hm.
Nuh.
Nuh.
No, Sandro, I can drive myself.
Mm-hm.
OK, I'll see you down there.
There's a murder in Wollongong.
Sounds like a gay bashing.
Sometimes I wonder what it's like - a normal life.
No, you don't.
See you when I see you, Jubelin.
Good luck catching your ghost.
Be careful.
NARRATOR: Almost a year into the Terry Falconer murder investigation, Gary Jubelin was no closer to finding his elusive prime suspect, Anthony John Michael Perish, the ghost.
What Gary didn't know, the ghost was studying him and his illustrious career just as closely.
Know your enemy.
You're a star, mate.
Cop star.
NARRATOR: For more than a decade, Anthony Perish had managed to fly under the radar, invisible to police eyes.
Unlike most criminals, he went to great trouble to leave no trace of his passing.
He had never put a foot wrong until Terry Falconer came along.
Clear? Don't rush me, OK? For fuck's sake, Frank, I'm bustin' for the loo.
Are we clear? We're clear.
Go on.
Go on, get in, get in.
You, sometimes, I swear Shut the door.
OK.
Alright? (DOOR SLAMS) Pippa! Come here! What?! (WHISPERS) Fucking hell! What?! Look.
Yeah, looks like a Jatz cracker.
It's a sign.
It's a biscuit.
Rooster and Undies have been here, eh? More likely that little kid from next door.
No, it's a warning, OK? Now, get inside.
Did you lock the front door? Jeepers, youyou're scaring me.
You ought to be scared, eh? No, you! YOU'RE scaring me.
Hey, inside.
Go.
Move it.
Let's go.
Fucking hell.
Get inside.
Inside.
NARRATOR: Gary Jubelin's second major focus was the man codenamed 'Informant X'.
He knew Francis Xavier O'Rourke's evidence would be crucial if he ever got the chance to put Anthony Perish on trial for murder.
You tipped off Rooster, eh? And why would I do that? Well, you're in his pocket.
You're up to your fuckin' eyeballs in Falconer's murder.
You, Rooster, Undies.
And now you're trying to stitch me up over it.
That's a load of paranoid bullshit, Frank.
Correct.
And I'm just crazy enough to pull that trigger, huh? Oh, shit! What? Now, you agreed to come alone, right? Sorry, Frank, it's procedure.
Listen to me.
Listen.
If I wanted to fit you up, I would have planted Terry Falconer's DNA in your house.
Well, maybe you did, huh? Maybe I just haven't found it yet.
Well, why am I tellin' you? Yeah.
Good point.
You know the best way to lock this guy up? Rooster? Rooster.
Get him bragging about it - who did what, all the fuckin' gruesome details.
Then you record it.
You know who the best person to do that is? You want me to wear a wire, huh? Against Anthony Perish? (LAUGHING) Oh, shit, was I wrong! Nah, you're not trying to stitch me up.
You wanna get me killed.
No, Frank Yeah, that's what this is about, you lyin' bloody squarehead, huh? I get blamed for Falconer, you and Rooster go on your merry way, like a couple of bloody schoolyard lovers, ya fuckin' idiot! Jesus Christ, eh? Fuckin' dreaming.
You like your little boys, do ya? You get you fuckin' head read, mate.
Gary, you can't hang an entire murder brief on one tattooed lunatic.
He'll come around.
Bullshit.
It's not bullshit.
He's turned his life around.
Just have some faith in human nature, will you? I got a tonne of faith, mate.
I just don't have unlimited bucks to back it up.
My strong advice? Concentrate on catching Anthony John Michael Perish while you've still got a strike force to do it.
Dickhead alert.
Permission to come aboard.
Oh, shit, is this necessary? Can't stay here now, can I? Not secure anymore - all thanks to you.
Can I have a private word? I've been thinking.
Yeah, well, don't.
You know the best means of defence is attack, right? The last thing the Living Deads will expect is a direct assault on their clubhouse.
Yeah? (SCOFFS) Nah, listen.
We firebomb the pricks.
They come runnin' outside, we put a few rounds into 'em.
Not to kill, just to panic 'em, teach 'em who they're messing with.
I got all the men lined up, all the hardware.
All I need is my orders.
It'd start a bloody war, mate, not finish it.
And get the Gang Squad up our arse.
No.
And how am I supposed to do business with 'em after a stunt like that, eh? Well, you got a better plan? Yeah, I do.
Peace summit.
A peace summitwith the Deads? Better work on your apology, mate.
The keystone of a successful informant relationship is trust, yeah? You have to believe what he tells you, he has to believe he's safe in your hands.
The trouble with your Mr X is after a lifetime's bad experiences with authority figures, he naturally assumes you're going to betray him and, therefore, he'll never let himself trust you unless he knows you trust him.
So, how do we handle him, Sonya? You're late.
Were you organising back-up? I'm on me own, Frank.
I give you my word.
What do you want, huh? I've already told you everything I'm gonna tell you.
Then why are you here? Aren't you gonna pat me down, huh? No, I'm not.
If we're gonna work together, I've got to learn to trust you.
And vice-versa.
Sit down, Frank.
Who says we're working together, hmm? Here's what I reckon.
I reckon you got two voices in your head telling you two very different things.
Just two? (CHUCKLES) Happy days.
One of 'em's saying "Never trust a cop," and the other one's saying, "He's telling you to do the right thing.
" And I reckon that's your old man, Frank.
And I reckon that's why you're here.
I'm already a dead man, talking to you.
Why would I stick my neck out even further? Well, what have you got to lose? They can't kill you twice.
And you told me you didn't want to go back to that life.
It doesn't mean I want to be a dog either.
But you do want to be a better man.
Don't ya? Is that what you want, Frank? Think about your old man, mate.
Oh, every day, I do.
And what was he like? He was an army man, drill sergeant.
Was all spit and polish.
He hated bikies, eh? Thought they were all crims.
Said if he ever caught me on a Harley, he'd put a bullet in me head.
I joined me first club before I had me first naughty.
You good? You know how it is.
Mm-hm.
How are the kids? Yeah, they're good.
You OK? Yeah, I'm good.
Thanks for asking.
(PHONE RINGS) (SILENCE) I know it's you, Frank.
Babe, what's wrong? I'll do it.
Well, you're doing the right thing, mate.
Come here, beautiful.
First, this maniac beats my godson to a pulp.
The kid'll be lucky to walk again.
Then he comes after me with a pair of frickin' six guns! Yeah, and the reason we're all sitting here, freezing our tits off, the man wants to apologise, Jasper, alright? Look, I had no idea he was connected.
What can I say? The kid never said anything.
Soit's at least 50% his fault.
Why didn't he speak up? It's 'cause you were kicking seven shades of fuckin' shit out of him.
Put it down to collateral damage.
You're a deadset cockhead, mate.
We want compensation.
I'll give YOU 50 cents to fuck off! Stuff you, you Piss off! Hey, hey, hey, hey, not in me car! A little decorum, for Christ's sake.
Hey! Get off! Settle down, you idiots.
Get stuffed! Christ! Look, you got the moral high ground here, Jasper.
No argument.
How much we talking? A million - cash.
Plus 20 kilos of pills.
Might have to dock your wages there, digger.
And I heard you supplied the Bloods with grenade launchers.
We might be able to rustle up a few more.
Will you take a deposit? Say, uh, 20 grand? You wouldn't be thinking of stiffing us, would ya? Jasper, mate.
How long have you and I been doing business for, eh? Come on.
Forever.
(SPLUTTERS) (COUGHS) Fuck.
Looks like the Living Dead are in the market for a new president, eh? Any thoughts there, Kenny? Congratulations, mate.
Couldn't have picked a better man.
Thanks, mate.
Yeah, congratulations, Mr President.
Now, piss off.
And don't forget who done you this good turn.
Man, right in the heart.
No blood, no mess.
Beautiful! I owe you, Rooster.
Yeah? You think? It'd be OK if you wear a baggy shirt.
Mate, I got a boombox smaller than that thing.
I'm gettin' a beer, drown me sorrows, you bloody amateurs.
I'm going straight back to the tech department after this, find the boss, rip his head off and shit down his neck.
You got my word we'll do better, Frank.
Say you do, right? Then what's me excuse for lobbing on Rooster's doorstep? Well, the thing is we can't tell you what to say.
That's entrapment.
(CHUCKLES) Just gets fuckin' better, doesn't it, eh? Frank, have you been summonsed to appear at the new inquest into the Perish grandparents? Me? No.
Bit of an oversight.
Yeah.
Could work.
Cops.
Had to be.
Tink'd never tell.
It's not in hiswhatcha-me-call-it, DNA.
Besides, he knows what would happen to him if he did.
I don't know.
Have you told Rooster? Nuh.
Don't.
No need upsetting him for no good reason.
Yeah, and what if he finds out we knew but never said nothin'? The main LD's in the bum bag.
What if Undies asks what's in it, eh? Well, just tell himbums.
That's funny, eh? Dark horse.
Funny.
Hey? First back-up's in your phone.
Battery compartment.
For fuck's sake, don't drop it.
First back-up? Second back-up's in your smokes, behind the foil, see? Right.
Don't forget and chuck the pack away.
Righto.
That's it.
What if he gets onto me? Where's MY back-up, huh? There isn't any, Frank.
You're on your own.
Ohright.
You really know how to make a bloke feel appreciated, Jubes, hey? Mr Positive.
Hey? We all set? Recording.
Right, this is Detective Sergeant Gary Jubelin and Francis Xavier O'Rourke.
The time is 3:19pm, the date 30/11/02.
This is the commencement of an operation for Strike Force Tuno.
In a short time, you will be speaking to people who may be involved in criminal activities.
You may be asked questions, you may need to give appropriate responses.
I've also been authorised to provide you with the following inducement - nothing you say or do can be used against you in any court in this State.
Do you understand that, Frank? I heard a whisper that you'd been talking.
To Tuno.
Talking to tuna? What are you? It's the task force that's looking after the Falconer thing.
Now, is that true, Tink? Yeah.
Yeah, you bet I've been talkin' to cops, eh? Check this out.
Yeah, I've been summonsed.
The new inquest, your grandpa's murder.
I mean, shit, why do they want to hear from me, huh? So, where's Rooster? He around? So, thisthis is why the cops came round? Serving you with a summons? Yeah.
That's why I need to see him, mate.
I want to know how to play it and what to do, right? Call him, will ya? Yeah.
Go on, call him now! Yeah, I'll fucking call him! Good.
(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS) See them photo-fits in the paper? It looks like Rooster and me.
I never read papers.
There's too much news, eh? Someone's been talking.
What - are you sayin' I dogged? When have I ever dogged, you paranoid fuck, hey? (LAUGHS) Fuckin' hell I'll call him later.
Oh, now you're pulling my dick.
Ring the right fuckin' number, dude, hey? Hey, darl, have you got the code for star pickets? I'll be back in a sec.
Take that.
(PHONE BEEPS) (MUTTERS) O4 Don't take the fucking code sheet off the fuckin' wall.
OK.
Um I'll talk to him, OK? Hmm? Righto.
Make sure you do, eh? Take it easy, Undies, eh? Have a good day, mate.
Yeah.
something, something.
I didn't get it, eh? This is Anthony's number, yeah? Yeah.
Didn't get the last three digits? Well, slap my wrist.
Stick a finger up me arse if you want.
I did get the make and model of the dog and bone though, yeah? Smart piece of work, mate.
Well done.
Thanks, Gary.
Am I happy? Well, a Nokia 3315, plus the first seven digits of the number.
I'm optimistic you'll be happy.
So, we need warrants for local phone tower dumps for that period, yeah? Say, an hour either way.
You realise a single tower dump could cost $1,000 or more? Alright, well, get it done.
You can't hide forever, pal.
Want me to help? It's a job for experts.
You see, every mobile phone has its own electronic signature.
It's just a matter of cross-checking I know, Kevin, I know.
the right make and model with the partial number.
When you find it, can you call Gary Jubelin asap? Only if you give me his number.
Camille? Kevin? You ID'd the number? Of course I did.
Am I not a professional? Now all you have to do is get a warrant to pull it off.
I'll call Gary J immediately.
(PHONE RINGS) (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING) Wasn't expecting you this week.
Just making sure you're putting in the work.
Look, how long do I have to stay in this bloody dump? Long as I say so, hey? Hello? Sergeant Jubelin? Technical branch.
We've identified the number.
Anthony Perish's mobile number? Fuck! What's this in aid of? It's a carrot cake.
And we're all just stopping work to have cake now, are we? It's for your birthday, Jubelin.
Happy birthday, Gaz.
Yes, Kevin? There's been a slight mix-up, mate.
Fuck! Have you got any idea how hard everyone's been working to do this? You had one job to do.
One job! Get out of here before I NARRATOR: It would be over a year before Gary Jubelin got another chance to bring down his prey.
(KIDS SHOUT PLAYFULLY) You are too cranky.
I'm not cranky.
You are.
You're too cranky.
I'm not.
Really, I'm not.
Gary Alright.
I'm very bloody cranky.
FRANK: My fat aunt could have figured out his number from what I told ya, eh? Yeah, it's a little more complex than that, the whole warrant thing.
The Listening Devices Act's a prick.
What are you driving at? I need you to put the wire back on.
(CHUCKLES) Fuck me, Gary! Every time I front them dudes, I risk me life.
Don't you get that? Or you just don't give a fuck? Huh? Huh? Hey, I know what they're capable of, alright? I saw Terry Falconer's body parts.
That's why it's imperative we put him away.
And your role in this is vital, Frank.
You're the only one who can do it.
It's the right thing to do.
You know it.
You mention my old man again, I'll fuckin' chop YOU up.
UNDIES: It's 'cause you left the pen lid off - it's not working anymore.
I haven't had a chance to call him yet.
Bullshit, Undies.
Lazy cowboy.
Give us his number, I'll call him.
If I gave you his number, he wouldn't be happy.
Leave the summons with me and I'll call him, OK? Just leave me to fuckin' eat my hummus in peace.
There's another thing.
You know that money for me boat? I wanna pay him back.
It's only a couple of grand.
Don't stress out about it.
Oh, I know the way he works, right? I want to pay him back every cent.
You tell him that, OK? OK.
So, one more thing.
You're giving me a fuckin' headache, Tink.
Mate, it's important, right? What? Now, you know that document? What document - this one? No.
The document you and Rooster came round and showed me, right? The one that said Falconer had been dogging to the jacks.
I just remembered something.
What?! I handled it.
You know what I'm sayin'? It's got me fingerprints on it.
Tink, there's probably on that fuckin' document.
What if these Tuna dudes decide I'm suspect number one 'cause of me record, and link me to you? Tink That's why I gotta talk to Rooster.
I gotta bloody clear this up! (WHISPERS) Shut up, alright? You just need to relax.
I willI will call him and set up a meeting, alright? But you just need to relax, alright? 'Cause nobody knows that we did it.
Nobody knows it was us who killed the prick.
"Nobody knows it was us who killed the prick.
" Yeah? You sure that's what he said? Yeah.
What do you say, boys? Huh? Huh?! Hey? Sensational.
Eh? Eh? Gold star, mate.
Gold, gold! I fuckin' I deserve a beer, eh? Six bloody beers! 100 bloody beers! Bring 'em on! (FRANK CONTINUES SHOUTING INDINSTINCTLY) (BEEPING ON RECORDING) It's a forklift or something.
(BEEPING CONTINUES) We sent it off-site to get it enhanced, they've sent it on to some experts in London, but What about the back-ups? Same, only worse.
Better luck next time.
We can't take a fucking trick.
Who's gonna tell Francis Xavier? FRANK: Fuck! So, what - you want me to go back? Try again, huh? That'd be good.
Fuck! We'd also like you to make a full statement, Frank.
Put down on paper everything you've told us - names, dates, details.
Your full criminal history.
What? No! No way! It's just a way of formalising I make a statement, the whole world knows I've dogged me mates.
Right? No.
They're not your mates.
You fuckin' idiots don't understand a thing, right? Now get out! Go on, get out! Wait up, idiot.
Fuckin' Take this bastard, right? I was gonna give it to you anyway.
What the fuck is this, Frank? Haven't you ever seen a pipe bomb before, hmm? Had it rigged to protect me front door, yeah? They usually make 'em out of galvanised pipe but this one's PVC, so don't bump it.
Now get out of my face, you bloody idiots, and take that piece of junk with you.
Go on.
Get! Watch your step.
I'll call the Bomb Squad.
We can't risk bringing them here and exposing Frank.
Tell 'em we'll meet them in a park.
Hey! Youse blokes want a Coke? No thanks.
No? We get the bomb there how? Stick it in the boot and drive very fucking carefully.
Mum wanted me to be a dentist.
Brownie Sorry, Pippa.
Transporting an IED in the boot of a car? Didn't you idiots do any explosives training? (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) NARRATOR: Anthony Perish had a habit of using people.
Buy them, bully them, manipulate them.
As long as they did exactly what he wanted, nobody got hurt.
Decker was handy.
He had his uses, but he was accident-prone and he had to be punished for past mistakes.
That's one reason Anthony kept him a virtual prisoner at his Girvan property for three lonely months.
And since he was sitting up there, cooling his heels, Anthony put him to work installing a defence system.
After all, there was a lot to protect.
A single cook-up from this one drug lab could produce several million dollars worth of amphetamines.
ROOSTER: Eat up, champ.
It'll get cold.
Well, why are you all eating pizza and I'm not? I brung you a special treat, that's why.
Don't you like it? It smells funny.
What are you talkin' about? It's the best chicken and chips on the coast.
It was lovely the other night when we had it, wasn't it, Muzzy? Yeah.
Uh, Monday? It was scrumptious.
Monday? That's a that's a week ago.
Fair enough.
Cheers.
Whoo! Look out teeth, look out gums, eh? Oh, come on.
Where are you goin'? By the way, cops have posted a reward for that little shoot-up of yours at JB's.
Hope you haven't been big-noting yourself to your bogan mates.
Security's my middle name, Rooster.
Glad to hear it.
Eat up.
It's rude to leave food on your plate.
(GAGS) NARRATOR: There's a story going around that when Anthony Perish was a teenager, he shot 200 cats.
It's probably apocryphal.
I mean, who was counting? But where there's smoke GARY: Did the Gillespies say why they were getting rid of it? Well, see, they're going back to England, and Mum's allergic.
You're my last resort.
And what about the RSPCA? (PHONE RINGS) I can't believe you said that.
Hello? Sweetie, if I wanted a dog, I would have got a proper dog.
Alright? Not a white, fluffy dog.
Who is it? Some guy called Frank.
Says his life's in danger.
What's the matter? Is that your son just now? No.
It's the guy who cleans my guns.
(LAUGHS) He sounds alright, eh? What do you want, Frank? This'd be what you cops call an induced statement, yeah? We'd never use it to bring charges against you.
Unless, of course, you lie to me.
Then they'd want to throw the book at you.
Let's be clear, Gary.
I'm not signing it, alright? It'd just be for you.
I can't risk word getting back to our mate.
You know what I'm saying? And I need my bloody head read, that's for sure.
Later.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRS) Oh, my giddy aunt.
Hey? (COCKS GUN) Hey, Rooster, you fucker! (FIRES GUN) Hey? How'd you know where I was, you fuckin' bastard?! Come on, come and get me, you bastard! Hey? You fucker! (FIRES GUN) Hey! Come on Rooster, I'm not afraid of you! (FIRES GUN) I mean, go figure that out.
He was here a minute ago.
What have you done with him? Frank, you're not well.
Come back to the hospital.
Fuck off.
Babe, don't do this to me.
Frankie! You need blood.
You need surgery.
You need antibiotics.
We can protect you from Rooster.
No-one can protect me from the Rooster.
He's everywhere.
GARY: It was an accident.
Rooster had nothing to do with it.
Frank, get in the fuckin' car.
Frankie! (SHOUTS) Soldier! Get in the car, mate.
Brownie, grab his arm.
NARRATOR: Gary decided a remote, secluded beach house was the best place to debrief Frank O'Rourke - far away from girls, booze, dope .
.
and helicopters.
So, Undies picked you up and took you to a restaurant in Newtown.
That's where you met Anthony Perish? Yeah, well, it sounds right, yeah.
What - it sounds right or is it right? Righty-right, Captain, eh? (CHUCKLES) Was this October 16th or 17th? Uh (SIGHS) I give up, eh? I can't remember.
Well, what day of the week was it? UhPippa wasn't working that night.
Could have been a Wednesday, eh? Yeah, Wednesday.
Wednesday was the 17th.
What was the name of the restaurant? How am I supposed to remember that? Well, try concentrating.
Where was it? Was it King Street? Oh, shit.
Look, we've been over this before, Frank.
Alright, what sort of cuisine was it? Was it Asian, was it Italian, was it Martian? Did you like it? Could you eat it? Did you enjoy it? Gary, how would I know, mate? Hey? All I remember is I didn't want to be there and I was shittin' bricks.
What does it matter? It matters, Frank! Alright? We have to dot every i, get every detail correct, or the defence is going to rip us apart.
That's assuming we get to court.
Court? I never agreed to no court! I'm not goin' nowhere near no fuckin' bloody court! Alright, alright, relax.
Alright, just think.
Was the restaurantwas it flash, was it downmarket? Think, Frank.
It was flash.
Flash, yeah.
OK, I've got Newtown restaurants.
Jesus, there are hundreds, so get comfy.
This could take a while.
From the top.
Alberto's Pizzeria? Does it ring any bells, Frank? Anise.
Booze.
Rooster.
Making good progress, champion.
You'll be asking for a pay rise.
Any wage at all would be a bonus.
Yeah, nah, I'm gonna miss ya.
What do you mean? You can't hang around up here, enjoying yourself forever, hey? So, you're cool if I just leave? Yeah, you done a good job, mate.
Useless till he signs it, if he signs it.
Well, you can use it as a scribble pad if he doesn't.
Having said that, it's quite an achievement.
Well done him, and you, Gary.
He will sign, yes? Well, it's his better nature fighting his criminal instinct.
But, yeah, I think he will.
I'm afraid there's not very much in the budget to resettle him.
Well, how much is not very much? Two grand? Pull the other one.
That is a disgrace.
We can't go back to him with that.
Don't have much choice, do we? Short of robbing a bank.
What if we chipped in ourselves? If I sign, I'm dead, yeah? If you don't sign, you don't get relocated.
You're dead anyway.
Mm.
Only closer to home.
What about the relocation money? Just another lie, was it, huh? It's a bank statement.
Account's in your name.
Your new name.
This six grand? For me? It's not a lot, mate.
It's all we could do.
I can't believe you're for real sometimes.
But you've got to sign and date every page of that.
And you gotta stand by it.
Which means what? You know what it means, Frank.
It means you gotta look Rooster in the eye in court one day and you gotta tell the jury what happened.
That's what it means.
Might like to learn a trade, eh? Something with me hands.
You any good with your hands? Hey? No, I'm not, Frank.
Yeah, I wouldn't think so.
Give me that pen.
NARRATOR: Francis Xavier O'Rourke is a fictional name.
The man himself is real, but his true identity cannot be revealed by order of the court.
He was relocated, instructed to keep his head down and wait for the day Tuno officers would call on him to testify against Anthony John Michael Perish.
You are not so cranky today.
How can you tell? I cannot hear your teeth grinding.
Things going better at work? Yep.
And at home? Got a dog.
He likes cheese.
Cheese is good, in moderation.
Now, fei chang fang, monkey style.