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You got everything you need?
I heard you requested a solicitor.
And a QC.
Know this...
every time you put your head up, I'm gonna kick it.
So, you can spend as much money as you like.
It's not gonna help you.
It's taken us years and now I've got you.
And all our ducks...
they're all lined up in a row.
So, if you really want to help yourself, then you make a statement.
Tell me what happened.
Why you did it.
You think I should? You reckon it would help me?
And those ducks of yours...
Probably do with a couple more coats.
Mm, it's not bad but.
Time you came back to your old trade.
Why? I done so good at me last one.
Terrence Wallace Falconer,
a lifelong - if relatively small-time - crook,
was coming to the end of a five-year jail term
for amphetamine production and supply.
With parole only a few weeks away,
he was on work release and enjoying life.
He'd made a few decisions.
He was getting his act together.
Hey, Dad. G'day, mate! How are ya?
Oi, come here.
How you goin', Al? Yeah, yeah, good.
You want a chip? No.
So, where in that document I signed me life away on
does it say anything about you havin' tea with your family?
Well, I won't say nothin' if you don't.
Go on. Off you go. Thanks, mate.
But you'll be breakin' rocks all arvo.
You blokes managed to start that XY yet?
It's the fuel filter. It's not. It's the electrics.
Or maybe the points. It was goin', "ch-ka, ch-ka..."
It's not the points. It's not the electrics.
by the time Uncle Barry's Christmas bash comes around,
I'll be very happy - I'm lookin' forward to that.
Yeah, no worries.
Al reckons he's got a job for me here, so...
once I'm out, we'll be able to give her a respray.
Oh, well, I better get back to it.
So, we'll see youse Monday?
Yep. Be good.
Look after him. Yep.
Yeah. Good, mate.
Bit cute.
Takes after his old man.
Well, I hope that's all they get from me.
I believe an individual by the name of Terrence Wallace Falconer
is on work release here.
Yeah.
Terry?
What, love?
Detectives Macarthur and Patton, Mr Falconer.
Where do you blokes hail from?
We have some questions for you.
Fire away.
You'll need to accompany us to the station.
I mean, I'm at work, fellas.
I mean, you know where I'm gonna be tonight,
at Her Majesty's Hotel.
Why don't youse pop in?
Hands in front, sunshine. Oh, come on.
Alright?
Alright, alright. Here y'are. Here y'are.
Back in a tick, Karina.
Terry Falconer's criminal career had been pretty varied.
In between panelbeating and amphet manufacturing,
he'd tried his hand at car rebirthing,
receiving stolen goods and money laundering.
Plus, he'd been associated with the Gypsy Jokers outlaw motorcycle club.
So, cops wanting a chat wasn't that unusual.
You blokes should have your seatbelts on, you know?
You're breaking the law.
Where youse from, anyway?
Like, Gangs or Drug Squad? What?
Pull over for a moment, Constable.
That car ride kicked off
one of the longest police investigations
in Australia's history.
How long's this gonna take? I mean, some of us have real jobs, you know?
Fuck off! Hold him!
Shit! Get a hold of that arm! I'm trying!
Aaagh!
Aagh! Aaagh!
Shh!
You think he's gonna be OK in there?
He'll be fine. It's a pretty warm day.
Don't fuckin' worry about it!
Remember to bend your knees. It prevents lower-back injuries.
Ready?
OK, phase three.
Get changed, swap the tyres and the plates back,
drop that back to mine, see you in a couple of days.
We'll take this in. Remember to bend your knees.
Open it.
Let me out. Get me out, mate.
Where... where am I?
Huh?
Aagh!
Ohh...
Check him.
Is that a Gypsy Joker tatt?
It's a skull, and I think that's a joker.
No, I'm not a Joker.
You're the dog who murdered my grandparents.
No, I didn't... Aaagh!
So, um... You want me to drop him back now?
Are you fuckin' for real?
Sure, take the prick home. No worries.
Put him in the ute. You and Muzza drive him up.
Up where? Don't ask so many fucking questions.
So, Rooster, just...
this is gonna knock off that 100 grand I owe, isn't it?
Anthony John Michael Perish, known as 'Rooster',
grew up with his large family on a poultry farm
in the city's semi-rural outskirts.
In June 1993,
when Anthony was 24 and on the run for a minor drug charge,
his grandmother and grandfather were brutally murdered.
In the long years since,
no charges had been brought against anyone.
- I need to talk to you. - Yeah? What about?
Didi and Baba.
What about 'em?
I know who killed 'em.
No, I know... I know for sure this time, OK?
Yeah, who? Some fucker called Terry Falconer.
Never heard of him.
OK, just... just listen, alright?
Swamp Rat was down at this pub in Macquarie Fields,
and he met this sheila
and this sheila says that she knows for a fact
that Terry Falconer was the shooter.
Now, the other thing is that she says
that he knew all this stuff about how Didi and Baba were killed.
What stuff?
Stuff that... that the cops didn't even release.
Stuff like... like how they were found in the wrong beds.
You know you always tell stories wrong.
You... you can't tell a joke without getting it arsed about.
That's what's happened here.
Come here.
G'day, Rooster.
He didn't want to come with me and I knew you wouldn't believe me.
This sheila, she, uh... she pissed? High?
And Terry Falconer, that was the name?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Terry Falconer. That's what she said.
She had a letter from the cops, didn't she,
saying how the prick's a dog.
Yeah, I saw it with me own two eyes...
He did it, alright? Falconer was the shooter.
Now we gotta do something about it.
Alright, why would some Gypsy Joker lag kill 'em, mate?
What's in it for him?
Maybe it was that meth lab you set up
in the back of Didi and Baba's backyard...
How many times do I have to fuckin' tell you, no-one knew about it?
Then maybe it was done by someone who you pissed off!
And if we don't do something about it, we look weak as piss.
Oh, grow up. Grow up!
What, me grow up? You're the big, tough guy.
But all these years, Didi and Baba have been rotting in the ground,
and what have you been doing about it, Anthony?
Sweet fuckin' nothin'!
If you're gonna be a fence-sitter about this,
then I'm gonna take care of it, alright?
I'll fix it. I'll fuckin'...
Always trying to stick it in before it's stiff, eh?
Fuck, Undies!
Look, I'm not doing anything
that points the cops to me, you, any of us, alright?
So, what have we gotta do, then?
I'm gonna do it right.
Beers for the boys, eh? I'll have one.
Any problems? No.
Good, good.
Let's do this, eh?
Is he alive?
Terry Falconer was listed as an escapee
when he failed to return to Silverwater Jail by 6pm.
You sure they weren't real cops?
They seemed legit to me.
I saw their badges, their guns, everything.
No, no, we checked it out.
Nobody sent any officers to question Mr Falconer.
Well, their car looked like a real cop car.
It even had one of them little aerials.
What'd these guys look like? Like you guys.
Like cops.
Of course he went with 'em.
I know what you blokes are thinking - he's done a runner.
But why would he? He'll get paroled in a month.
I mean, Terry's made a fair few wrong turns in his life,
but he's not an idiot.
He's a good bloke and he was getting it together.
The investigation was sky-wide.
Terry could have faked his own disappearance,
could have been kidnapped by corrupt cops,
could have even been snatched by enemies posing as cops.
Without a body,
it was going to be impossible to prove any theory.
What the bloody hell's that?
- Oh! - Ohh!
Oh!
There's another one over there. Look.
The bloke Australians did vote for,
Prime Minister John Howard,
was celebrating with champagne at Government House in Canberra
after the swearing in of his new ministry.
All done.
In the hope that he'll eventually get to sample
the Governor General's bubbly too,
Mr Crean was embarking on a listen-and-learn strategy,
trying to find out what voters want from the Labor Party.
Laurie Oakes, National Nine News.
Police have identified the body parts
of a man found in six bags
in the Hastings River at Wauchope
as those of missing prisoner Terry Falconer.
Two weeks ago, the 52-year-old who was on work release,
was abducted by three men claiming to be police officers.
Falconer had just six weeks left to serve
of a five-year jail term for drug offences.
So, this is you putting it right, is it?
You dump him in a tidal river.
Did you think the fuckin' tide might go out?
Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter?
The whole idea was that the body was never meant to be found!
So, what did he... what did he...?
Did he say... What'd he say?
About what?
About why he killed Didi and Baba.
Didn't ask him.
You didn't ask him?
What the fuck are you on?
I was supposed to be there, Anthony.
I was supposed to be there when we took him out, but you went ahead.
You would have just stuffed it up, like always.
Me stuff it up? They found his body!
They found his fucking body!
He would been over the Continental Shelf if your mate had come through.
Fuck you, Anthony!
Fuck you, dickhead!
Falconer killed Didi and Baba. You said so, everyone said so.
We agreed he had to go.
But what if... what if he didn't? Are you deaf?
I did what I did and I kept you out of it.
It's gonna be alright, Unds.
Come on, mate. Come on. Come on.
Alright? I'm gonna take care of you.
It's alright.
Yeah?
Where are you?
This isn't gonna be a problem, is it?
They're going on about how he was abducted by pretend cops.
They've got photofits of us.
Your own mother wouldn't recognise you.
Mate, Falconer was a shit-bag drug dealer from Macquarie Fields.
Any investigation's gonna be a joke.
Keep your people under control, there'll be no problem.
I know... I know it didn't work out the way we planned it,
but he had to go.
Besides, none of us have got any connections with him.
We are in the clear.
Yeah.
Are you cool, Vito?
Listen, the prick was mouthing off, being smart,
not giving a straight answer.
When he started saying he was gonna rat on us,
that's just when I went up to him
and chopped his head off.
Jubelin, you're upside down.
Relieves stress.
You should give it a go.
Oh, I'll stick to Ella Fitzgerald and sauv blanc.
Have you seen this?
Pretty brazen, impersonating cops.
Yeah, well, he was kidnapped, dismembered and then dumped.
They're putting a strike force on it.
I'm gonna put my hand up. Righto, you go for gold, Gary.
Hey, if I get OIC in this, you wanna join me?
No, because I'm OIC of Strike Force Snowdon.
Have fun.
Gary Kevin Jubelin was an Aries, a practising Buddhist
and drank green tea instead of coffee.
His workmates called him Crazy Fuck, behind his back, of course.
Strike Force Tuno will investigate the murder of Terry Falconer.
Have you got any suspects?
We have a number of lines of inquiry we're investigating.
The victim was a bikie. Is this a turf war?
At the moment, it's too early to speculate on what the motives were
behind Mr Falconer's death.
If his murder was part of organised crime,
Tuno could run for months, couldn't it?
We don't put a time limit on clearing up murder.
That said, I have every confidence that Detective Sergeant Jubelin...
It will take as long as it takes.
Yeah, I'll call you back.
Mr Falconer's murder was a violent and vicious crime.
It needs to be solved and I'm committed to doing that.
What are you watching?
You.
Show us your tits.
Every murder investigation is different.
Nobody knew how long it would take to catch Terry Falconer's killer.
Not even Gary Jubelin.
He couldn't guess it would take almost a decade,
or that Terry's murder would expose
a hidden web of vice, violence and death.
Our condolences, Mr Falconer.
"Mr Falconer". That was always my dad.
How's the investigation?
Well, it's early days yet, mate.
So, detectives... caught Uncle Terry's killer yet?
The investigation is proceeding, Miss Erlich.
Those blokes who kidnapped him, they had police gear on, didn't they?
One of them wore a police uniform.
If someone, like, knew something about something,
and they told youse,
would they, like, get a reward?
No reward for information has been offered at this stage.
But if you had information on your uncle's murder,
I'd imagine you'd want to pass it on, wouldn't you?
Paulina?
Not here. Meet me tonight.
But I only talk to you, Detective Browne.
You said you had something to tell me about your uncle's death.
Shit. Can you lend us 10 bucks?
I had this shirt. It was a police shirt.
You know, with them blue epaulet thingies.
Not dress-up or nothin' - the real deal.
How'd you come by it? Boyfriend gave it to me.
A couple of weeks ago, some guy asked me if he could borrow it.
Got a name? Can't remember.
Where'd you meet him? Some pub.
How'd he know you had a police shirt?
I'd had a few.
Is there anything you can remember?
He wore colours. Which club?
Livin' Dead.
Bit more on the boozies, love.
Don't bother.
Mr Pengilly, I'm Detective Jubelin. This is Detective Evers.
We're part of Strike Force Tuno,
investigating the body that was dumped in the Hastings River
by men impersonating police.
Know anything about that?
Mate, I don't talk to coppers.
Now, do you mind? I'm shooting a movie here.
Oh, is that for Tropfest, mate?
Because you do know it is illegal to shoot porn in New South Wales.
Oh, you're right, Detective Evers.
Why don't you get on the phone and call Vice?
Yeah, I mean, we could get 'em down and they could take a...
Alright, give it a rest.
The way I hear, Falconer got what he deserved.
And how's that? He was a dog.
Tell 'em, Kenny.
Saw this letter. Official police letter had a coat of arms.
Said Falconer would talk to anybody.
Where'd you see this document? Some sheila. She showed it to me.
She said she knew Falconer. Is, uh...
Is this her?
Nuh. She was older. Black hair.
What exactly did she say?
That Falconer, he was a fuckin' dog.
It wasn't only from bikies that Tuno officers heard stories
of an older, dark-haired woman, who had an official document
apparently showing Terry Falconer was a police informant.
And it didn't take them long to fit that description
to Terry's former sister-in-law, Dianne Louise Erlich.
Well, it wasn't me.
A letter like that'd get Terry into all sorts of trouble.
Why didn't you and Terry get on?
He never liked that I had friends in motorcycle clubs...
clubs that rivalled his Gypsy Jokers.
And you never spoke to anyone about his dealings with police?
And why would I do that?
I mean, I'm not a dog, am I?
Mate, she knew she was putting a burn notice on Terry.
Never trust someone with that many cocker spaniels, mate.
Jack Russells, yes, but cockers? Dodgy.
My dad never wore Joker colours.
He never was a member of any club.
I just want youse to know that.
It's Jase, isn't it?
You want to tell us anything else about your dad, Jase?
Anything to do with his death?
Terry was married twice
and son, James, is to his first wife?
Yeah, and Jase is from his second.
And where does Dianne Erlich fit in?
She's Terry's second ex-wife's sister,
mother to the delightful Paulina, and she is his biggest fan...
Not.
We've had a dozen reports of her flashing round that document,
badmouthing Terry.
Well, at the moment, that's the best lead we've got, right?
But she's not gonna be likely to be directly involved in the kidnapping.
Task Force Tuno.
Well, Dianne's admitted associations with bikies.
If she knew her daughter had a police shirt,
she could be the link between it and the Living Dead.
Paulina Erlich is downstairs with a lawyer.
But she'll only talk to Gary this time.
I understand one of your detectives took a statement from my client.
A Senior Constable Browne? That's right.
Miss Erlich has made a new statement on this matter.
She said Browney made her say she had the police shirt,
which she only agreed to because you and she are having an affair.
An affair?
That'll go down well with the Police Integrity Commission.
It's your savage sexuality, Browney.
It must have driven her insane, mate.
Oh, does that mean she was lying about the shirt too?
Maybe, maybe not.
Strike Force Tuno.
Right.
Uh, Jase Falconer's just attacked his aunty with an antique iron.
Come with me.
She showed every single biker in town that letter, every single one.
She got Dad killed.
He nearly killed me, that bloody little animal!
Well, what did you expect, when you go around sledging his dad?
Oh, God, I didn't do that.
Don't talk shit to me, Dianne.
Alright? You sold Terry down the river. You called him a dog.
I never thought he'd get...
I never thought anything bad would happen to him.
Well, I tell you what I want to know. Why'd you do it?
You want him out of the way to get a piece of his old drug business?
Is that the deal? No. No.
I just...
The clubs got paranoid, you know?
And they started thinking I was a dog, and I'm not.
I'm not. I just...
I just wanted to point 'em away so I could feel safe.
But I never meant for him to be hurt.
You're never gonna catch who killed him, are ya?
We're just Westie lowlifes with a shitty crook for a dad.
Who cares if someone like him gets chopped to pieces?
Well, how am I supposed to do the job
when you've cut half my staff before we get to square one?
You can't argue with the budget.
I can't do what you've asked me. Am I talking to a brick wall?
I want my strongest objection registered.
Go home, Gary. Just go home, take a cold shower.
All the money you save, buy yourself a pair of fuckin' glasses, you...
Tuno going well? Oh, no, it's going great.
I've just been told half my staff are being returned to their squads.
I can take over if you like.
Would you like to have dinner with me, Pam?
Oh! I can't imagine what we'd talk about.
Well, we're Homicide.
Detective sergeants.
Probably got a lot in common.
Yeah, and I can hear the office gossip from here.
So, is that a yes?
There's gotta be someone big behind this.
An ordinary crook doesn't pull off a hit so elaborate.
Um, the barramundi, please.
I'll just get the snapper, mate.
So what sort of films do you like, Gary?
I mean, I really like the latest Woody Allen...
They're not gonna put me off. I'm gonna get this fella.
It's called 'Curse of the Jade Scorpion'. Very funny.
They're not gonna shut down Tuno on my watch, Pam.
It's not gonna happen.
Gary, since when do you even have the power to decide which cases run?
This is a bad crime.
There's bad crime everywhere. It happens all the time.
There's not enough resources.
So, if you don't have a result soon, then Tuno will close.
Of course, there's your reputation.
And what does that mean, my reputation?
You're the patron saint of lost causes.
Is that right, is it? Mm-hm.
Anthony Perish called his business 'The Company'.
Although its profits were in the millions, it had no head office,
no business plan, no corporate structure.
Anthony was CEO, sole shareholder.
And there was only one company rule...
if you crossed him...
you'd pay.
So, while some in the underworld
knew or suspected he was behind Terry Falconer's murder,
none was game to speak out against a man
who could string up a human being on a meat hook
and butcher him like a beast.
But Anthony Perish had one piece of bad luck.
Gary Jubelin was a man who never gave up.
Frank O'Rourke?
Detectives Browne and Rankin from Strike Force Tuno.
We've got some questions about the murder of Terry Falconer...
I know why you're here.
I know who killed Terry Falconer.
Mr O'Rourke, do you think we could come inside?
I'm not saying anything here.
I'm as good as dead just talking to ya.
Meet me at the parkland off Cowpasture Road, 9pm.
Mr O'Rourke... Just you two.
Anyone else, I piss off.
Go. Fuck off.
How did we get this guy's name? He's another bikie. Iron Blood.
He's not long out of jail, fellas. Have a look at this.
Eight years for manslaughter, and he's got form for assault,
assault police officer, possession of firearms.
He's gonna be there in 40 minutes.
He also did some of his time in the same jail as Falconer.
Jase, you ring Browney every 20 minutes.
Youse are alone?
You know stuff about Falconer's murder?
Yeah. Yeah, I know stuff.
I know it all.
You know who killed him?
Who killed him?
Mr O'Rourke, are we wasting our time?
Anthony Perish.
Anthony Perish killed Terry Falconer.
Who's Anthony Perish?
After three long months,
Strike Force Tuno finally had a name for their murderer.
There was only one small problem...
it was a name they'd never heard of.
Anthony Perish hasn't ever had an account with Telstra.
No super fund has any record of him.
He's got no outstanding fines, no traffic infringements.
He's not registered with the Housing Commission,
Medicare or any private health fund.
He's never applied for a loan or a lease.
He's never donated blood.
He's not on the electoral roll, got no tax file number,
no credit history.
I've never seen anything like it.
I need you to know I am not the easiest person to be with.
Only someone with serious badness to hide
would go to this much effort to cover their tracks.
I reckon you got two voices in your head
telling you two very different things.
Just two?
Happy days.
Take a look at this.
These are the ones who killed Terry Falconer.
He's only the biggest speed and eccie producer in the whole country,
isn't he?
Anthony Perish is a foul-mouthed petty criminal
who hasn't been seen or heard of in over 10 years.
Hey?!
And so, you never accepted any of the money?
Of course I fucking did.
Are you offering to wear a wire? Huh?
Babe?
You don't have to do this, you know?
Come on, come and get me, you bastard!
I'm not afraid of you!
And I'm just crazy enough to pull that trigger, eh? Huh?
I know what they're capable of, alright?
Every time I front them dudes, I risk my life. Don't you get that?
It's the right thing to do - you know it.
You're scaring me. You ought to be scared, eh?
No, you - you're scaring me. Hey, inside.
I'll do it.
Who's been talking?
You idiots don't understand a thing, alright? Now get out!
Get.
You told me you didn't wanna go back to that life.
Doesn't mean I wanna be a dog, either.
But you do wanna be a better man.
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