Underbelly s05e06 Episode Script

BEN: Oh, mate, your ears must be burning.
ANTHONY: Oh, yeah? We were just talking about how Decker takes care of all your problems.
Rooster! (LAUGHS) If there's anyone who can put me away for a long time, it's you, mate.
Just remember, it was your car.
You were the last one seen with Falconer alive.
We did it.
Did what? Killed Falconer.
Me and Muzz.
Decker was one of the kidnappers.
We also have a sufficiency of evidence hearing scheduled.
We might have enough to arrest Anthony, Andrew and Decker on conspiracy.
Fine - service the Falconer brief from Gangs, but let's have those arrests, eh? Dokic's evidence corroborates O'Rourke's, but it's all circumstantial.
You need to ID this Decker guy, then you can make arrests.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there It's a jungle out there It's a jungle out there.
(BIRDS TWEET) Have a great day.
You too.
Oh, hon? Don't forget that the reception place needs that deposit today.
I'm onto it.
I love you.
You too.
NARRATOR: Decker - cold-blooded killer, gun for hire and casual Phys Ed teacher.
Anthony Perish's go-to man was preoccupied delivering his girlfriend a fairytale wedding, and fairytales don't come cheap.
This is a stick-up! Open the till.
(VOICE ECHOES) Give me all your money.
Move! Pick it up! That's all there is.
Bullshit! It's early.
Please.
NARRATOR: He had no idea he had recently become Gary Jubelin's number one person of interest.
G'day, mate.
They're so lucky to have a teacher like you - so dedicated.
What's this? Isn't it gorgeous? What am I looking at? Everything.
The flowers.
Real butterflies.
Isn't it beautiful? Looks like a dream come true, babe.
Nothing's too good for my girl.
(PHONE RINGS) Gang Squad, Detective Sergeant Browne.
NARRATOR: The Terry Falconer murder investigation was again pushed to the backburner while Tim Browne and Gary Jubelin attended other matters.
Gary had picked up the threads of an old, unsolved homicide he had first investigated back in the '90s - the murder of three Indigenous kids in Bowraville.
In typical fashion, he refused to give up on it.
Because should these matters have been solved? Yes, they should have.
And could they have been solved? Yes, they could have.
We all know who done it! (ALL TALK AT ONCE) Alright, OK, but listen, listen.
Unfortunately, knowing and having the proof to get a conviction can be two very different things.
But believe me, I do understand your pain and your anger.
Alright? I am a father as well as a policeman.
And I made you a promise before, and I gave you my word and I have no intention of backing away from that.
WOMAN: Come on! MAN: No intention! I will not let this matter rest until justice is done.
(ALL MUTTER INDISTINCTLY) Nice speech.
So, what happens now? You just get in your car and drive off into the sunset? That wasn't the plan, no.
Do you really believe a black life is worth as much as white one? Yes, I do.
I'm not gonna let this go.
Alright.
Tracy Shepherd.
Gary Jubelin.
You a local girl? No, mate.
I'm just a blow-in like you.
I come from the Territory.
You're a long way from home.
I go where I'm needed.
So, what do you do here? Just work with the community.
Can I buy you a coffee, Gary? I don't drink coffee.
You can twist my arm with a green tea, though.
Really? NARRATOR: Gary Jubelin and Tracy Shepherd stayed up all that first night, talking, arguing, solving the problems of the world.
Within weeks, they were in a committed relationship.
Anthony 'Rooster' Perish's paranoia had eased.
Months had passed without evidence of police activity, and he'd resumed full-scale drug manufacturing.
One 44-gallon drum of precursor chemicals could produce 200,000 ecstasy tablets with a street value of $8 million.
Life, once again, was sweet.
And Anthony John Michael Perish was rolling in it.
Younger brother Andrew, however, was still out in the cold for his sin of bringing the dog, Frank O'Rourke, into the company's inner sanctum.
For Undies, life wasn't exactly a box of chocolates.
Hey, do you want to head up the pub when you're done? I could really go a beer.
Yeah, I'd like that.
What are you doing?! I need 60 bucks for some new sports shoes.
I just bought her new trainers.
Yeah, I know.
They're dangling from the powerlines in Johnson Street.
What? Some bloody little snot chucked them up there.
You're weak as piss.
Why don't you do something about it? Andy! (GASPS) Dad didn't mean that.
Did you, Dad? Just take the money.
It's been tough.
Well, then maybe you should ask I'm not asking Rooster for anything.
Alright? It's just not gonna happen.
I've got a plan, though.
Got money coming in.
I'm gonna be alright, I'm gonna support this family.
Trust me.
NARRATOR: Once again, Gary Jubelin's efforts to close the Bowraville murders hit a brick wall.
He had no choice but to return to Sydney.
He would never give up on Bowraville, but for now, the case remained an open wound.
Gary Jubelin.
BROWNE: Hey, it's me.
We've had a nibble for the reward on Falconer.
It might have legs.
I'm just getting home.
You want me to handle it solo? No, I'll come in.
NARRATOR: There was a $100,000 reward on the heads of Terry Falconer's murderers.
Perhaps Gary and Tim were about to get lucky.
I'm sorry.
(SIGHS) I'm sorry.
No.
That's fine.
I won't be long, OK? I promise.
Gives me a chance to look through your personal stuff.
(BOTH LAUGH) See ya.
Bye.
William Albert Strong? Detectives Browne and Jubelin.
Come in, quick.
That the money? That's not how it works, William.
That's right.
Paid for by the government when we get a conviction.
Oh, Jesus! So you wanna tell us what you know? I work security - pubs, clubs.
Some of the guys there like to brag.
You know, "My dick's bigger than yours.
" Now, I go out with some of the guys, Skits and Vito, and this one bloke - Simmo.
You got the muscle, but I am the superior fighting machine.
Is that right? Yeah.
I've got the brains, I've got the skill set.
I can fuckin' kill a man with a pencil.
I reckon you're full of shit, mate.
Ask Terry Falconer that.
Yeah, right.
We snatched him in broad daylight.
I'm trying! Aagggh! My brothers in arms here were the extraction team.
For fuck's sake, Decker, you want the whole world to know? He called him 'Decker'? Skits, Craig Bottin, did, yeah.
But you just called him 'Simmo'.
Decker, Simmo, it's the same guy.
Names are names.
No, they're not.
Now, do you know the real name of this Decker character? Just give us a sec, um SimmoSimmsSimmons.
Simmons.
Yeah, that's him.
Simms.
You're sure? 'Cause you don't sound sure.
No, no, no, no, not Simms.
Uhshit.
(LAUGHS) UmSimpson.
Simpson, yeah.
Simpson.
I'm sure.
And what's his first name? Bob.
Barry.
Bart.
(LAUGHS) I can't remember.
Brett? Brett.
That's the name on the land title of Perish's Mudgee property.
We ran it, got nothing, thought it was just an alias.
(SIGHS) Crazy motherfucker.
Reckons they took Falconer up to a shed up north.
Now, I believed him.
Reckons he also put a cap in that bro at JB's.
That was me too, tiny cock.
So, shove that up your big, black arse.
So there you go - Falconer, JB's hit.
Not bad, eh? Thanks, Will.
This is it.
We get Brett Simpson, we've got Decker.
Decker can give us Perish.
This is it, Gaz.
You know, by memory, there's DNA on file from the JB's shooting.
They found a glove.
Yeah, you're right.
With no match on the database.
We need to find this Simpson, get a DNA sample without tipping our hand.
(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS) Thought you'd given up them cancer sticks.
Rooster.
Look, I'm sorry, mate.
I should have sent you an invite.
Yeah.
Figured me invite must have got lost in the mail.
Yeah, must have.
Oh, look, great to see you.
Thanks very much for coming.
Mate, wouldn't have missed it for quids.
(CAMERA CLICKS) Shit! Here's the lady now.
Show time.
Nice day for it, but.
Yeah.
Good luck, eh? Oi.
Got another job for you soon.
So, don't go away.
NARRATOR: Getting the DNA sample was an all-too-rare stroke of good luck - or so it seemed at the time.
Yeah? We now know who Anthony Perish's attack dog is.
Decker is Brett Simpson.
Go on.
And we've got reliable information linking him to Terry Falconer's abduction and murder.
From another one of your top-shelf informants.
Yes.
Who any decent, law-abiding juror is gonna look at and think, what, serial killer, thug, gangbanger? They're gonna look at him, Howard, and they're gonna listen, hear his testimony and know that Anthony Perish and Decker committed the most heinous of crimes, the type of crimes that deserve the kind of justice a guilty verdict can deliver.
Do we have a signed statement? Not yet.
Our source wants relocation for himself and his family.
Course he does.
And we're waiting for a positive DNA match linking Decker to JB's shooting.
Which was also at the behest of Perish? Very likely, yes.
What do you want, Gary? You know what I want, Howard.
I want Strike Force Tuno back up and running.
And I want enough manpower so my sergeant doesn't have to go out on the weekend with his own fucking camera and do surveillance.
And I want to catch these pricks, Howard, and hold them accountable for what they've done.
I understand your frustration, but the reality is right now, the cupboard's bare.
Got anything else? They killed a guy, they chopped him into pieces and then dumped him in the fucking river.
You'd think it'd be a priority to get them off the streets.
So, go over their heads.
Go higher up.
If it was my superior stopping me from doing my job That's not how things are done in the cops, Trace.
Why not? Because you piss the wrong people off in there and you get nowhere.
OK.
What about a jump to the left? You know, your mates at the federal organised crime thingy.
Oh, the Crime Authority, really? Well, why not? You have a relationship.
Yeah, based on mutual distrust and loathing.
Forget it.
So what? You told me that all they care about is the money - the proceeds from crime.
They're not cops, Gaz, they're bureaucrats, and Perish is made of millions.
So, suck it up.
Be nice.
What have you got to lose, huh? What? What? Right, give it here.
Give what here? You're gonna do us both a favour right now, Gary.
Call them.
Do it.
Right now.
Really? Just like that? Enough! Call it! Go and call them.
OK, I will then.
Good.
Alright, now, Brett Simpson, aka Decker, he's our best chance of getting to Anthony Perish.
We get Perish for murder, you get his assets.
And given the quantities of meth he's been moving, we're talking millions.
What do you think? It's just hearsay so far.
Anthony Perish went to Decker's wedding.
That's not hearsay.
Got any audio on this? Do we know what they're discussing? No.
So, it could be the footy, the weather, anything.
We don't have your resources.
That's why I'm here.
I tell you what, Gary, if this DNA comes back positive and we've got some real evidence, you'll have our backing.
Strike Force Tuno might not be a dead duck after all.
(ENGINE RUMBLES) Thought you said you could cook this shit.
I can.
Well, where's the whizz? (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Andy, are you in there? (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Andy?! Just One sec, one sec.
Yeah, unlock the door, I've gotta talk to you.
(MOUTHS SILENTLY) What? My fuckin' credit card keeps getting declined.
Well, I told you to scale back.
And I told you, Andy, to go and ask Rooster.
I'm not asking Rooster.
Then I will.
No, you won't.
He scares the shit out of you.
Now piss off and let me work.
What are you doing in there, anyway? It fucking stinks.
I'm cooking fertiliser.
(SCOFFS) Yeah, like that's gonna make us a small fortune.
I'm doing the best that I can, alright? Why don't you stand on a street corner and flog your skanky twat and see how much money you bring home? You dickhead! What are you smiling at? Nothin'.
Get back to work or I'll have your balls.
(RAPID BUBBLING) Fuck! Shit! Fuck! (WHISPERS) You fuck up again and I'll kill you.
What? I've got the lab results back on the DNA test from Decker's cigarette.
And? It's a negative.
Not a match for the DNA on the glove from the JB's shooting.
Well, how can it not be a match? You sure it was his cigarette? Yes.
I saw him drop it and stub it out.
It was his cigarette.
Then how? I dunno.
Maybe Little Willy's just blowing smoke up our arse or Decker's bullshitting him.
Fuck! There is one other option.
Lab says given the sample size and the time frame, there's the slight possibility of a false negative.
Meaning what? Could order another test from another lab.
And what's the downside of that? It's a long shot, it'll take more time and cost over a grand.
And we end up with the same result.
Cupboard's bare, Brownie.
So? So, get the test.
You've already ordered the test, haven't you? Yep.
(LAUGHS) Hey, I've got the kids this weekend.
Mm? You up for that? I'd love to meet your kids.
Yeah? Yeah.
Well, I'll organise something fun, then.
Alright.
I've got some white boxes in their room.
I'll move them tomorrow, you won't have to lift a finger.
Oh, I love it when you talk all domestic.
(LAUGHS) Yeah? Yeah.
Come here.
(PHONE RINGS) Oh, no, let it ring.
(PHONE RINGS) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
What? I don't know where it is.
What? Trace, Trace, Trace, Trace, Trace.
Hello? Hello.
(WHISPERS) Shh, Trace.
Trace.
(SIGHS) Yeah.
Alright.
Alright.
I've gotta go in.
Go.
I thought you'd want to hear this.
Picked it up on a telephone intercept about an hour ago.
The first voice is Decker.
OK, so we're involved.
DECKER: Hey, prick, I'm on my fucking honeymoon.
MAN: You away? Who's that? Mobile's registered to a Mr Donald Duck.
The call came from Surry Hills.
DECKER: No, dickhead, but the kid's at her mum's.
This could be my last fuckfest before my bitch drops.
Add 'romantic' to his CV.
MAN: Oh, mate, this one's way too good to pass up.
What do you reckon? It could be anything.
Given Decker's form, my money would be on a hit.
Yeah, we think so too.
DECKER: OK, meet you at the Parkway, under the frog, tomorrow at 1:00.
OK, so at the moment we're thinking somewhere on the Wakehurst Parkway, and the 'frog' being rhyming slang for the road, as in 'frog and toad' - so maybe a bridge or somewhere with access.
We've got a team out there at the moment, looking for possible locations.
I know it's a bit of a stretch, but .
.
have you got any better ideas? Do you want to share? No.
GARY: I drive past this way every day, and so would Decker on his way to town.
BROWNE: So sometimes a frog's just a frog.
Hopefully, Brownie.
If I'm wrong, FOCA have got a dozen teams between Balgowlah and Narrabeen Lakes.
Oh, for those sort of resources.
Here we go.
Which they won't need, 'cause that's Decker.
(CAMERA CLICKS) BROWNE: I don't recognise the gorilla.
That's Vito Russo.
That's the target.
Oh, well, you're dead, fucker.
(LAUGHS) I believe you'll be needing a bit of that.
Is that right? That's the down payment.
Well, what do we do? Stay on Decker.
(STARTS ENGINE) NARRATOR: Believing a contract hit could happen at any time, Gary and Tim had no choice but to cancel the rest of their day and continue close surveillance on Decker.
(PHONE RINGS) Hey, you travelling? No, not yet.
I thought I'd make pasta.
Oh, yeah, pasta's great.
I've still got a couple of boxes I need to move from the spare.
I'll look after them and I'll make the kids' beds too.
Sorry, I'm just a little caught up here at the moment.
The kids are riding their bikes over, so they'll be there about 6:00.
That's alright.
You just do what you need to do.
And get here when you can.
OK, thanks, Trace.
Trace is gonna meet the kids.
We need to get a surveillance team here to take over.
(HORN BEEPS) What's in the bag? Who's the driver? Don't know.
Gaz, what do you wanna do? Go, go, go.
(STARTS ENGINE) (PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS) This is Detective Inspector Gary Jubelin.
I need you to run a rego check for me.
It's Alpha, Alpha, Zulu, one, one, Alpha.
You sure about that? Righto, thanks.
It's registered to a Mr Smith from Smith Street, Smithfield.
Zero points for imagination.
NARRATOR: Decker and his mysterious companion were headed north.
How far north was anyone's guess.
(PHONE RINGS) So the hit is on? Yeah, we think so.
Pull them over.
We'll get them on firearms and conspiracy.
And lose our best chance of getting to Perish? I'm sending back-up.
What's your present position? Uh, hello? Uh, Howard? Howard, you're cutting up.
Jubelin.
Mate, there's bad reception here.
I can't hear you.
Howard! Firearms offences, my arse.
(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS) Bad look, though, if someone ends up dead.
Especially if it's one of us.
Keep it together, Brownie.
(PHONE RINGS) Bottle of wine and some ice-cream.
What? If you're stopping at the shops.
Uh, I'm afraid not, sweetie.
I think I'm gonna be a little later than I expected.
How much later? You might have to eat on your own.
You OK? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just in the middle of something.
I'll keep you posted.
Alright, be careful.
Always.
Where is this bastard going? (KNOCK AT DOOR) (EXHALES) Hi.
I'm Tracy.
Your dad's running a little bit late, but come in.
('RUM AND TEQUILA' BY THE TOM FUN ORCHESTRA PLAYS) SONG: # I've got my rum and I've got my tequila I've got somewhere to be-ah I've got my rum and I've got my tequila I've got somewhere to be-ah, yeah Shiny black glasses and those FBI shoes Make me an offer, I've got nothing to lose Shiny black glasses and those FBI shoes Make me an offer, I've got nothing to lose (MUSIC BLARES THROUGH SPEAKERS) Double-breasted pockets and an axe in the shed A pair of Asian twins lying in my bed Double-breasted pockets and an axe in the shed A pair of Asian twins sleeping in my bed, yeah What did we miss? (DOOR OPENS) Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah SONG: # The wheel of fortune's turning out tricks The chicken's laying eggs but there ain't no chicks The wheel of fortune's turning out tricks The chicken's laying eggs but there ain't no chicks I've got my rum and I've got my tequila I've got somewhere to be-ah.
Here we go.
My special spag bol.
I don't eat dead animals.
What? I'm vegetarian.
Oh.
OK.
Just give me a minute.
Scrambled eggs.
Don't eat eggs either.
Right, you didn't think to mention that before I cooked them? Cheese on toast.
No.
Tuna.
Fish have feelings too.
Don't worry about her.
She's always a pain in the bum.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
Well, I'm not.
No, no, no, it's OK.
We'll find something you like.
(PHONE RINGS) Hey.
Hey, how's it going? Oh, good.
We're just watching telly and eating chocolates.
Happiness is.
At this rate, I'm not gonna be home until morning.
But I promise I'll make it up to everyone tomorrow.
Gaz, don't worry about it.
We're fine.
Guys, say goodnight to your dad.
'Night, Dad.
'Night, Dad.
'Night, Dad.
Goodnight.
I love you.
I love you too, mate.
NARRATOR: Decker and the mystery driver stopped at four more pubs as they continued their journey up the coast, each one a potential hit, each one frustratingly uneventful.
(SIGHS) You right, Brownie? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm alright.
Want me to drive for a while? No, no, I'm good.
This Decker's mate, Mr Smith from Smithfield, maybe he's the key to all this.
Why don't we pull him over and ask him? We could do that.
(DIALS PHONE) (PHONE RINGS) Ballina Police.
Sergeant Manelli.
Sergeant Manelli, this is Detective Inspector Gary Jubelin from Gang Squad.
I need you to do a stop-and-search for me.
Yeah, I suppose we could help you boys out.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Look, Sergeant Manelli, another thing - might be a good idea to wear Kevlar vests.
You're not joking, are you? I'm afraid not, no.
Good evening, gentlemen - you've been stopped for the purpose of a roadside breathalyser test.
Licence please, driver.
Licence, please? Blow into the machine, please.
Alright, you're done.
Just under the limit, sir.
Have a safe trip.
(PHONE RINGS) How did you go? Queensland licence holder.
One Nicholas Green.
And do you know him? Green's an alias - his real name's some unpronounceable Ruski Sonofabitchivic or something.
He's a nasty, evil little fucker.
Russian mafia, according to Brisbane City CIB.
Alright.
Thanks, Sergeant Manelli.
Russian mafia, Brownie.
State border dead ahead.
Should let the banana benders know we're here.
Professional courtesy.
Yeah.
We'll just tell them we're following an armed hit man and his Russian mafia mate.
Maybe if we phrase it a bit differently.
Let's just keep it simple, Brownie.
Gaz Looks like they're gonna knock someone, we'll make a move.
It's my call, Brownie.
(SIGHS) (LIVELY ROCK MUSIC) NARRATOR: Reaching the Gold Coast, Decker and Mr Green hit the clubs and, fuelled by alcohol and Bolivian marching powder, partied all through the night.
Daddy will be home soon.
You be a good boy for Mum.
(PAPER RUSTLES) Phoar! Next time they stop for juice, we should pick up some deodorant.
Mm.
You stink, Brownie.
Someone snoring last night, or was it the dog? (PHONE RINGS) Hey, where are you? Surfers Paradise.
(LAUGHS) So you won't be joining us for breakfast, then.
Trace, look, I'm sorry.
Tracy? It's OK.
I know you'd be here if you could.
I would.
You know I would.
I'll call back when the kids are up.
I just wanted to No, they're up.
They're up? How'd you manage that? You know, ice cubes on the soles of their feet.
(CHUCKLES) Look, I'll just get 'em for you.
It's your dad.
He wants to talk.
There you go.
(UPBEAT MUSIC) NARRATOR: After another day visiting pubs and brothels, Decker and Green arrived in Brisbane.
They freshened up, hooked up with a couple of hookers and hit the town.
I'm gonna eat too, Brownie.
What do you want? What they're having.
(LAUGHS) Burger with the lot, chips and a Coke.
Seriously? Well, it's got all the food groups.
Call me if they make a move.
Yep.
(PHONE RINGS) Fuck.
Gary Jubelin.
Tell me you're on your way back with two offenders in custody.
Well, if I did that, Howard, it wouldn't be entirely true.
Which bit wouldn't be true? Pretty much all of it.
Where are you? We're in Brisbane.
Brisbane? The good news is no-one's been killed - us, them or persons unknown.
You've crossed State jurisdiction.
You have informed the locals? We'll do that when and if it's required.
Gary, this has the potential to blow up in your face, which I'm prepared to live with, but it also has the potential to blow up in my face, which I am not prepared to live with.
I'm just doing my job, Howard.
Bullshit.
Your job requires you My job requires me to find the bad guys and put them away, not give them a slap on the wrist for fuckin' firearm offences! I want you back on home turf now, tonight! Understood? Listen to me, Howard.
There's no place I'd rather be than home with my family.
So, what are you ordering us to do? Are you ordering us to stop this operation, knowing that if we do, someone's probably gonna get murdered?! I will inform the locals of your presence and apologise for the lack of courtesy.
Thank you very much, Howard.
Don't think this is the end of the matter, Gary.
It is not.
Fuck me.
So, what happened? They ordered dessert.
Here you are.
Oh, thanks.
I'm starving.
Sorry, Gaz, what is this? Sushi and a water.
I ordered a burger, chips and a Coke.
Yeah, well, I couldn't find one, could I? Are you kidding? The Strip is crawling with greasy spoons.
If that's what you wanted, Brownie, go get it yourself.
I don't do raw fish.
Hurry up and eat, you sook.
(TV PLAYS SOFTLY) (CHILDREN SHRIEK) I do understand your pain and your anger.
Do you really believe a black life is worth as much as a white one? Yes, I do.
(SNIFFS) Need to use the bathroom? (LAUGHS) No, I'm good.
NARRATOR: Anthony Perish had to be behind Decker's mission, Gary was certain of it.
Perish was somehow calling the shots.
But what exactly was the mission? (PHONE RINGS) Hello? Camille, it's Gary Jubelin.
Boss.
I'm sorry to call you so late.
No, no, that's OK.
I was just That's OK.
Look, I know tomorrow's Sunday, Camille, and I know you're no longer part of Tuno, um What do you want me to do? NARRATOR: The next day was more of the same - more clubs, more pubs and more brothels in and around Brisbane.
Here we go.
Why don't we end all this - justshoot 'em? Yeah, I'll ring Howard, and tell him what we're doing.
"It was an accident.
" (LAUGHS) (ENGINE STARTS) NARRATOR: Then, late on Sunday afternoon, things finally came to a head.
(PHONE RINGS) Camille.
I ran those searches you wanted.
Licensees are all clean and legitimate.
The actual owners of the hotels could be another story.
What's that mean? Well, they're all owned by different shelf companies.
Each has only one or two directors.
Some of them look suss.
Holy shit.
It's Perish.
He's handing him the bag.
It's a bag drop.
(SIGHS) Fuck! Sorry, sir? Thanks, Camille.
Good job.
Alright.
Glad to helpI think.
Oh, and, uh, wish Brownie a happy birthday for me.
And when's that? Today.
Alright, thanks.
I owe you one.
So? So Perish owns a share of all those properties, under different aliases.
He takes a regular cut of profits.
And that's it? That's all there is? That's all there is.
It's not much of a birthday present, is it? (LAUGHS) No, it's alright.
Well, happy birthday, Brownie.
Let's go home.
I don't know where your dad's got to, but you guys ride home safe, OK? We will.
Ah.
Speak of the devil.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Missed you, Daddy.
Missed you too, sweetie.
Did you catch the bad guys, Dad? No, not yet, mate.
You will.
Yeah, we will.
Get you guys home, eh? Your mum will be shouting at me.
No, she won't.
I promise I'll make it up to both of you next time, OK? It was OK, Dad.
We hadwe had an OK time.
Yeah? Yeah.
Yeah? Mm.
Alright, jump on your bikes.
See ya.
See ya.
Watch the road, mate.
They're great kids.
They are great kids.
You look dog-tired.
I'm rooted.
Hey, I had a look at your case work for the Bowraville killings.
Hope you don't mind.
No, it's not classified.
You know, I know what happened but I never actually saw I don't know how you do your job.
But I am so glad you're out there, doing it.
NARRATOR: After the disappointments of the weekend, Gary Jubelin finally got some good news.
Decker's second DNA test came back a positive match to evidence on file from the JB's Bar & Grill shooting.
It was all the encouragement Police Command needed.
Welcome to Strikeforce Tuno 2.
Our primary aim remains the same - that's for the arrest and the conviction of those responsible for the murder of Terry Falconer.
And as always, things aren't that straightforward.
We're still reasonably confident that Decker's been hired for a hit, using these two dickheads here, who we've identified as Vito Russo and Michael Christiansen, as intermediaries.
Now, preventing this hit is currently our number one priority.
On the last two mornings, Russo and Christiansen have hooked up outside this gym.
Steroid World.
They could be talking about the weather or football.
But I doubt it.
Hopefully, tomorrow, they'll meet up again and we'll find out.
We've got warrants to put bugs in that car park.
What about TIs? These guys are changing their phones too often.
Alright? We've done tower dumps.
Camille's into that.
But I wouldn't hold your breath.
For the moment, we continue to surveil these three suspects.
We get the LDs ready for tomorrow.
Anyone got any questions? That's it.
Sorry, Gaz, just heard about this.
What's our strategy? We go big? I can get us in the weekend papers.
Not this time.
This time, we adopt a zero profile.
Yeah, but I think the public deserves to know Look, if we spook Perish, he's gonna disappear.
I can't have that happen.
Right.
So, there's not really much for me to do, then.
What I want you to do is field the calls from the press and you deny Tuno 2 even exists.
Can you do that for me? I worked with Rupert.
I can do denial.
OK, thanks, Kyles.
Just had a call from Drugs.
I'll leave you to it.
They got intel on a meth lab run by Andrew Perish.
You mean Anthony Perish? It seems little brother's gone out on his own.
They're ready to move but they don't wanna stuff up anything we've got going.
No, tell them to take him down.
Fuck! (DOOR RATTLES) Police! Get down! (OFFICERS YELL) Come on.
Come here, mate.
You fucking piece of shit! Oh, fuck! This is so fucking NARRATOR: Andrew Perish was arrested in a textbook bust - his dreams of becoming his own man up in smoke.
They trashed this joint too.
Fucking pigs.
Made a mess of the place.
They said Andy was making drugs.
Yeah, I heard.
That's why I'm here.
But it can't be true, can it? No, of course not.
It's all bullshit.
What am I gonna tell the kids? You don't tell them nothing, alright? I want you to go see him as soon as you can.
No, I want you to take it, Loz.
Thanks.
And ask him if there's another dog we should be worried about.
OK.
And ask him if it was Tuno.
Tuna? Tuno.
He'll know what that means.
Alright? OK.
Alright? It's gonna be OK.
Thanks, Rooster.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Come on.
We're going for a drive.
Hello.
Hello, stranger.
Christ, that was a long day.
Did you get everything you want? I never get everything I want.
Still, you had a big win.
You should be happy.
I did have a win.
It's good.
It's good.
I'm gonna kill that fucker.