Underbelly Files: Infiltration Page #5

in the art business, music business?

What? For cocaine? Mmm.

You've never seen so many

disintegrating nasal passages.

We're importing half a tonne.

But we already got stock

- 195 grand a kilo, pure.

What's that worth on

the street? Like, a mil?

Right, fair enough.

I'll take a kilo of cocaine, thanks.

Nice finally doing business with you boys.

Hey, what's the f***ing

hurry, Cole? Relax.

We give all our new

clients a f***ing present.

This is Rachel.

We'd have wrapped her up for you, but

she gets off at that sort of thing.

She'll take good care of you.

How you doing?

So...

...what's your fancy?

To be perfectly honest...

...I'd rather not.

) I'm gonna keep you up for hours.

For Christ's sake, let's

keep this off the record.

A working girl pole-dancing on

your knob while you're on duty

is some serious sh*t.

Troops, progress?

All good. I think he's on top of things.

You're nice, Cole.

How come you know Rosario and Antonio?

They buy art from me.

I'm an art dealer. Cool.

I like art. Cool.

Rosario must be really

interested in you and your art.

He's a good guy, Rosario.

And Antonio.

A couple of good guys.

Good mates, in fact.

Chelse. Chelse. How could you do that?!

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa,

whoa. How did that happen?

How was I to know? OK?

And what were you doing

there? Working. I got a job.

Well, how am I to know?

Because I left you a note,

but it was still there two weeks

later, so I just threw it away.

I'm sorry.

Well, if we didn't always

have to communicate by notes...

One day. OK?

One day. Yeah.

Well, this is the same old bullshit! Shhh.

One day.

In the meantime...

...you don't know what

those notes mean to me.

OK?

How was your night, anyway?

Yeah. Don't ask.

Chelsea alright? Yeah.

She's amazing. You should

meet her. I almost did.

As for the other matter,

lucky we're not engaged.

I would have cut your oversized slug off.

Well, I did order a kilo of pure coke.

As you do prior to a root in a brothel.

Days in the office don't get much tougher.

I reckon this is almost

better than a real engagement,

even without the humping.

Been there?

Still am there.

Is he in the job? Powerlifter.

Professional?

Just powerlifts.

This is exactly what I mean. About what?

What you need in a partner.

Someone you can trust.

And someone who trusts you.

Yeah, well, you can't put

brains into monuments, can you?

Ah, thanks. I owe you one.

What now?

A mate of mine with the

NSW task force reckons

that word of our infiltration

is all over Sydney and Brisbane.

How can it be?

There was a task force admin national

conference a while back in Sydney.

Afterwards, a little bit of socialising

and professional dick-measuring,

and all of a sudden our supposedly

top secret operation wasn't anymore.

Great. How long till

that reaches Griffith?

Well, it better not or we're dead.

Clowns.

I've never applied for $195,000

for a kilo of pure coke before.

Think about it like you're applying

for a new globe in your desk light.

Times it by a million.

Sandra?

The response to our application just

came back. You might wanna sit down.

They've approved $50,000.

Maximum.

What the f*** am I

supposed to say to Antonio?

"Oh, yeah, sorry, mate, you

know, 50 grand's our limit.

"Me and Jude are just some

pissant fringe players. "

The whole point of this

operation is to do deals.

You know, that's all the

clowns are on my back about.

Excuse me. I logged Carlo

Ricci talking with Antonio.

You are going to meet Massimo

Falzetta later tonight.

Carlo wants him to look you and Jude over.

Piacere, Massimo.

Piacere. Nice to meet you.

This is my fiance, Jude.

Piacere, Jude. Piacere.

Massimo understand more

English than he speaks, huh?

He's come out to help organise

with the cocaine importation.

Fair enough.

Excuse us, Carlo, Massimo.

Yeah, we got, er, business

to talk, don't we, Cole?

Organise payment for a kilo of coke,

deliveries, boring detail stuff.

Sure.

Jude, do you wanna organise

some drinks for everyone?

Absolutely.

I can offer everyone a lovely red wine

courtesy of some very generous

friends of ours in Griffith.

For starters, you're probably not

gonna wanna split a kilo of coke, are you?

We can't.

It comes in sealed packages of one kilo.

You got problems, Cole?

Only that this guy's umming and ahhing

over three Norman Lindsay oils.

Quarter of a mil's worth for 200

grand, and he's still mucking me around.

Well, that is disappointing.

It's pissing me off.

You said you had plenty of contacts. Yeah.

F*** him off, get the

money somewhere else.

Um...

Nice house.

Thank you.

Massimo fine with the

red wine? Er, yeah, he is.

And he says that, er, he

wish he could live here.

The blast ripped through the office

on the top floor of the 12

- storey building.

Contained in a parcel. The bomb blew up...

On Tuesday. March 2. 1994.

An obscenely destructive phosphorus

bomb delivered terror to Australia.

The target was the

National Crime Authority's

Adelaide task force office.

The victim was Geoffrey Bowen.

Colin's equiv alent in South Australia.

Who are IBM Promotions, Pete? Beats me.

Be computer-related, yeah?

I didn't order anything computer-related.

Could be a bomb. Ooh, yeah, right.

There's no wires.

The dead man was Sergeant Geoffrey Bowen.

A senior detective...

South Australian Mafia identities

were at the top of the suspect list.

This is a wicked and evil thing

that's been done.

No

- one has ever been convicted.

Completely out of the

character of this country.

The NC A has a wide-ranging role.

Investigating organised

and white-collar crime.

Most recently it's tackled

drugs and the Mafia.

We beefed up our security. Every

task force in the country did.

But it didn't help me.

I'm not leaving the operation, Roger.

No way. We couldn't have

got this far without Jude.

I'm sorry. It's come from above.

I don't care how high

it came down from, Roger.

What, did it come from the same clown

that wouldn't organise full-tote odds

to buy that kilo of coke...

It's been deemed too dangerous...

... effectively sinking...

...for Jude to continue.

... our operation?

Did it come from the clown...

I understand your feelings...

...that got on the piss in Sydney, opened

his mouth and nearly got us killed?!

We cannot risk Jude's life!

Now, this is not, I

stress, it's not negotiable.

Fine.

It's understood for

operational legal reasons

two operatives are required for

the purposes of corroboration.

I'll try to put another male

operative in Jude's place.

? This endless ride has got me. I know

? I've been holding on by a thread

Falling tow ards the end...

Hang on.

But I have been held

by a thousand hands...

26. One for each week of our engagement.

And I know that something is wrong...

Thought you could do with some company.

This stuff's like battery acid.

I can hear it chewing

through the glass as we speak.

You started without me, you prick.

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