Underbelly Files: Tell Them Lucifer Was Here Page #4

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but it's worth noting that he led the

police on a chase through three suburbs

before he was caught.

Now, his daughter Nicole

owns a dark blue Hyundai Excel

which is an exact match

for our missing vehicle.

Coincidence?

Who's to say that he isn't our bloke?

Against.

Skip, Ben Debs is a tradesman

who works for a living.

He's got a wife, he's got

five kids and a mortgage,

and a dog named Pebbles.

Is that the profile of a cop killer?

He... he pays his

taxes, he pays his bills.

He bought the Hyundai quite legitimately

for his daughter Nicole's 18th birthday.

Is that the profile of a guy that

cold-bloodedly murders two cops

just to avoid being questioned

for minor robbery matters?

I mean, surely, if he was our guy,

the first thing he'd do is

dispose of the car, right?

No match.

Let's find out who's

right. Put the dogs on him.

? Up there, Cazaly

? In there and fight!

?? Fly like an angel

You're...

F***in' Christ!

What happened. Mate? Oh. God!

Oh. Your thumb! Oh! Let's have a look.

Oh. f***! Oh. it's alright.

Ahh!

OK. Good ony a. Darl.

Here's your...

See y a!

A petty thief maybe, but

public enemy number one?

Nah!

I still wanna see the car.

You'd better not put one

f***in' scratch on it, mate.

BANDALl:
For the f***in' umpteenth time,

I parked the car,

I pulled out a bucket of black-label

glue and some other stuff from the back...

Did you hear what I said? Not one scratch.

...tools and sh*t.

And I was in a hurry, I remember, and I slammed the hatch

- bang!

There was f***ing glass everywhere.

Where exactly? In the back.

It all just went f***in'...

f***in' crashed down in the back.

You know, bloody mess.

And then I drove home and then I gave

Nicole the money to buy a new one.

Yeah, he did. Which you fitted.

Yeah, which blew out a few days later.

Oh, and I remember something else.

I know where those cops got shot.

What do you mean?

You know that Chink restaurant? The,

um, th-the Silky, uh, thingummyjig.

The Silky Emperor. Yeah.

I did a job there a few years back.

I tiled their bloody kitchen.

The rear windscreen fragments

from Nicole Debs's Excel

don't match the samples

from Cochranes Road.

That means it's not her car.

This is not the killer's Hyundai.

What are you looking at

me for? Find me a killer.

First time in here?

No, of course not.

She's gorgeous, eh?

Yeah.

That your sister, is she?

Guess who was warming a

table at Foodies that night.

"Foodies'?

What's Foodies?

The hamburger joint across

the road from the Korean BBQ.

Nik "The Russian' Radev...

...and a mate of his they call Greaseball.

Radev? I thought Radev was in stir.

Nope. Paroled three weeks earlier.

My informant's grandson is

mixed up in his amphet business.

He says Radev was there to make a deal.

Hi. How are you?

Two black coffees with milk, thanks. Yep.

F***ing jack. Look at him.

Narc?

How the f*** would I know?

Shall I ask him?

No.

Uh, yeah.

So, uh, what time do you knock off?

Sorry? What time do you finish?

Um, well, why are you asking?

Well, there's some mean and

nasty hombres around these parts.

Oh. Yeah, it's OK. I'm... a big girl.

Good to know.

There you go. Thank you.

OK. Alright.

Nice to meet you. You too.

Word is, two hours later,

Radev hunted Rod and Gary down.

They drove into the car park of the

Silky Emperor just to lure them out?

Why kill two police just because

they interrupt a drug deal?

Well, maybe there was more to it.

Well, did Gary ever

bust him? I'm not sure.

Two weeks later,

there was an aggravated

burg on a house in Northcote.

Do you remember it? Three

offenders in balaclavas.

It was a shakedown.

One of them shoved a gun

in a five-year-old's mouth.

That's right. Special

Response are looking at Radev.

So the reckless act of a man

who's already killed two cops.

His weapon of choice? A Bulldog. 38

- the right calibre.

OK, so, car pulls up here

under this broken streetlight

- deliberately.

The driver waits in the vehicle

till the cop car pulls up behind them

and Gary and Rod get out.

Rod stays at the back of the car.

Gary comes to the front

to speak with the driver.

Gary then crosses to the front

of the car. Passenger steps out.

Rod pulls out his firearm, takes

shots at the passenger fleeing.

Driver then jumps into

the car, grabs his pistol.

Why?

Well, maybe Gary didn't realise

what he'd stumbled across.

And maybe Radev assumed that he did.

So we bring them in?

Apply the blowtorch

to their hairy bellies.

Just Radev.

Divide and conquer.

Police! Don't move! Police! Freeze!

Get down! Get down! Get down!

Don't move. Get down!

Piss off.

G'day, mate.

I told you. I lost my gun.

After you killed two police officers?

What for I kill policemen

for? You tell us, Radev.

I tell you go have

good f*** with yourself.

What happened at Foodies, hmm?

You saw Sergeant Silk. What happened?

Did you enjoy putting a

gun in a child's mouth?

I know nothing about this thing.

Your mate Greaseball said you did.

OK.

I tell you who killed police.

Mm-hm.

You forget about this thing.

We have deal.

No, I don't do deals.

Read that for me

- aloud.

"Tell them "Luchi'... "

"Lucifer'.

Lucifer. "Tell them Lucifer was here. "

You tell me the truth... while it counts.

Greaseball.

What?

Come on, f***. You know

this fat f***, Greaseball.

Fat f***.

Leave me alone! What do you want?!

You have the wrong man. I tell

you, you have the wrong man.

You don't want to talk

to us, Mr Greaseball, huh?

Nikolai Radev lies! Right.

Because Nikolai Radev knows

who the real killer is.

Oh, yeah? Surprise us.

Nikolai Radev!

Oh, OK.

Well, they're both bloody compulsive liars

and they hate each other's guts,

so you can't trust a word they say.

But, you know, you can't rule them out.

What's their motivation?

Hatred.

Killing a cop.

You know you'd bring the biggest

shower of sh*t on your head.

You think these idiots stopped

to consider the consequences?

Not the right guys, then,

eh? Go back to your desk.

You've got your own work to do, yes?

Well, how you been keeping?

Oh, OK, considering. Jimmy's

not sleeping doesn't help.

Guess all you can do is just

take it one day at a time.

Mm-hm. It's a clich, I know, but...

How's progress your end?

It's a little slower than we'd like.

But I'm hoping Santa might bring

us something special, though.

I'm sorry

- I can't say any more.

Well, merry Christmas anyway.

You've got to have faith at

this time of year, don't you?

Yes.

Oh!

He could grow up to be

anything, couldn't he?

Prime minister, Nobel prizewinner,

captain of Carlton.

Carlton? He'd have Roddy

spinning in his grave.

He won't even remember him.

You can tell him his father was respected

by every single member of Victoria Police.

I was working

- um, hospital not far from here.

I work as a nurse and I'd

just finished my shift. Um...

Who does she belong to?

Radev.

Regular customer.

Says that she saw him at 12:15

that night to buy some pills -

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