Underbelly Files: Infiltration Page #7

When did you last shower, mate?

Oh, about a week or so ago.

Thought I may as well look the part.

Been sleeping on the couch

at home and everything.

So, um...

I meet you and Rosario

Torcaso, Weipa Airport,

er, about 3am, day after tomorrow.

Just so you know, Ziggy, this is

out of satellite range after Weipa.

After that, we're on our own.

It might be a good idea if you

just kept a very low profile, OK?

Just keep the pressure off

yourself. Mate, I'm way ahead of you.

Mr Invisible is me. Right.

Just f***ing one week. That's enough!

Rosario, you ready to go?

I'm sorry, Cole, Rosario got too

many things to organise in Griffith.

I don't know what the f***'s going on.

And there isn't a weapon on that plane.

I'll see if I can organise to get

you one at Brissy or Cairns airport.

Thanks.

Couldn't shake him in Brissy.

No, he even went for a piss with me.

So Brissy said. I'm sorry,

babe. That was our last chance.

Listen, one more quick thing.

You have the SERTs at Horn Island.

F***!

Roger's doing. I'm sorry. More

economical than flying up the SOGs.

I can't talk to you again

after Weipa, so good luck.

Thanks, Sandra.

Morning, Cole. Hey.

Rosario.

Er, not Rosario.

This is Massimo Falzetta.

How good's your memory? Too bloody good.

10 minutes till the boat arrives, Massimo.

Hey, Rosario. Hey, don't

worry, Cole's on top of it.

He'll call us.

OK?

Massimo, I can hear the boat.

Well, they're on time.

Here they come, Massimo.

Police, freeze! Police! Don't move!

Don't move! Don't move!

Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!

Don't move.

On the ground!

Ah, the man himself. Congratulations.

A SERT broke cover when he got pissed on.

We missed the boat and the drugs.

No matter. We got them

on conspiracy to import.

That and everything else.

13 N'Drangheta in custody,

including all the top brass.

It was a f***-up, Roger.

A monumental f***-up.

We cut the N'Drangheta's head

off. Mission accomplished.

Er, I'll do my best to

ensure that nothing comes of

the, er, intercourse with

the prostitute business.

I'll do my best, but,

um... never can tell.

No more notes. Ever.

I promise.

The Calabrians' committal hearing

was the first time they'd set

eyes on us since their arrest.

We call Detective Sergeant

Colin McLaren to the stand.

Or. As they were probably

entitled to describe it.

Their betray al.

It's a two

- w ay street. Betray al.

You can feel betrayed

and you can know in your

heart that you have betrayed.

And you wonder how you're

going to live with it.

Please read the statement.

I solemnly and sincerely

declare and affirm

that the evidence I shall

give will be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Be seated.

Colin spent six days in the witness box.

Day three was the killer.

Where did this meeting take place?

At the Green Gardens Hotel.

And was it on the second

or the third meeting

that you allege my clients

discussed the importation?

Our case was overwhelming.

All the defence coud do

was try to undermine Colin's

credibility as a witness

by catching him out on details.

...one of which you claim

in June of last year,

9 June.

11 June, in Mr Russo's suite.

Tell the court what transpired.

I arrived early.

I knocked on the door,

and Mr Torcaso told me that

Mr Russo was still in bed.

And?

And I went to the bedroom door, I knocked,

then I opened the door.

And?!

And Mr Russo was in bed with Kim.

Kim was a waitress from Griffith.

She accompanied Mr Russo on

several trips to Melbourne.

In the N'Drangheta world.

Honour isn't just important.

It's all that matters.

What goes on in priv ate is priv ate.

Even if everyone knows it goes on.

There's no logic. That's

just the w ay it is.

But when priv ate becomes public?

How are you? Shithouse.

Maria's face.

Hazard of the trade.

How are you?

They're gonna be committed.

They'll be convicted.

We should be celebrating.

Yep.

You know, there is one bit of tradecraft

that I never got around to mentioning.

Yeah? What's that?

The very best you can ever

hope for in a partner...

...is a mate.

And we done good, mate.

See ya when I'm looking at ya, Roger.

Sorry? I just quit.

What on earth for? That's a huge result.

Don't you understand the

future that's set up for you?

Yeah. Reckon you'll get

a promotion out of it?

I'm quietly confident.

Yep. See ya when I'm looking at ya.

Now, I've come to the realisation

that the only way to avoid

gooses pooing down on you

is to work for yourself.

There's no-one there

to screw it up for you

and there's no-one there to bask

in the glory when you have a win.

Sounds logical to me. Mmm.

So that's why we're going into business.

At first I was thinking

a, you know, pensione.

Like a B & B? Yeah.

But then I thought, hang

on, Chelsea's a chef,

why not make it a ristorante?

And then I thought, bugger it,

go the whole hog, you weak sod.

So it's gonna be called Villa Gusto.

And it's gonna be an

Italian hotel and restaurant

with me hosting and pulling

corks and you cooking.

What do you reckon?

Ours.

Antonio Russo served 8 years

of his 13-year sentence.

In those days. A quick guilty

plea earned a reduction.

He'd been advised not

to return to Griffith...

Antonio!

...but that wasn't Antonio's w ay.

Some said Antonio was punished

for getting conned by a skip.

Most reckoned he'd have

been forgiven that mistake

if he hadn't publicly

dishonoured his wife.

Colin McLaren.

You f***ing user.

You f***ing, f***ing user.

Who's this?

Just somebody else you f***ing used.

What do you do?

Sara.

I hope Antonio Russo haunts you...

...for the rest of your days

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