Underbelly Files: Tell Them Lucifer Was Here Page #5

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15.

Where? Service station in Warrigal Road.

Says that she had to

go the long way around

'cause there were too

many cops in the area.

So, immediately after

committing a double murder,

police swarming all around the place,

he takes time out to do a

hundred-dollar drug deal?

And, yeah...

Out you go, mate.

Imagine this.

Imagine a plank of wood this

wide lying on the ground.

What if I asked you to

walk the length of it

without stepping off

or touching the ground?

Could you do it? Course you can.

Every single time.

But what happens if we suspend that

plank of wood a hundred feet in the air

and we ask you to do it again?

You can't do it, can you?

You can't do it because

you're scared of falling.

Fear of failure...

...is the rust that corrodes

commitment and endeavour.

Once a team believes it's

gonna lose, it does lose.

You understand? Yes! Yes.

Yeah.

You want me to tell you

how to catch these crooks?

Yeah.

You want me to tell ya?

The thing is, they're not.

Sorry?

Crooks.

Professional crooks.

You already know the answer.

You were taught the answer at the academy.

They're doing it for fun.

Those robberies last year.

And they netted, what, 30-odd grand?

Just over.

And it's working for your team mates.

Lucifer's in it for the kicks.

That's how you win.

BANDALl:
Where are you going?

Wherever you're going. Jump in.

We'll talk about it.

Oh...

In memory of Sergeant Gary Michael Silk,

registered number 24685,

and Senior Constable Rodney James Miller,

registered number 29276,

tragically shot and killed in the

performance of their duty at Moorabbin

on the 16th day of August, 1998.

PAu:
We're going to start again -

go back to the beginning,

look at the crime scene

again, the victims again,

the robberies, the killers' cars.

Forget everything you think you know.

Look at it as a clean sheet.

Sheet.

Too hard for you?

No, I was just... Leave now.

Go. Well, I was just joking...

I told you I wanted stayers. Yeah, but...

I'm serious. Go, now.

Good luck with the rest of your career.

Today is day one.

Captain Bligh.

Captain Bligh!

I feel old.

You look old.

Old and beaten down.

And sick. Get f***ed.

You and the horse that you rode in on.

And the horse you rode in on!

How exactly do we start again?

Do we go back to last year, pull

out robbery number one again?

Last year?

Robbery number one's seven

bloody years ago, junior.

First time Lucifer went around.

How many robberies in that first lot? 28?

Yeah, so what are we gonna do?

Drag every last bastard out again and

look at all the witness statements?

There'll be millions.

You remember that one where that bloke

chucked a tinnie at that robber's car?

Arsehole!

Palm Beach restaurant, Patterson Lakes,

October something, 1994.

The famous Mark Butterworth

photographic memory.

Waste of a perfectly good tinnie.

Arsehole! Get back here!

86. 86.

Backs onto 92.

And ended up on the... Page 70.

We end up there. What are we...

There was something funny

about that getaway car.

Remember, Mark?

Yeah, it belonged to a gorilla.

A gorilla?

Mmm. Jason Manuel Ghiller.

18 years old, tyre fitter.

Saturday October 8, 1994. Mm-hm.

Jason Manuel Ghiller

drives his four-door Laser

to the Nu Hotel in

Dandenong for a few drinks

and bumps into an old mate.

An hour later, he offers the mate

and his girlfriend a lift home,

goes outside, car's gone.

Stolen, he claims to police later.

Yep.

Definitely suss.

That sounds OK to me.

But you're young and trusting and naive.

And you're wearing your

f***in' Homicide tie!

You're an Armed Robber, son.

You don't wear poofy Homicide ties!

A, when he was interviewed, the general

impression was that Ghiller, the gorilla,

only pretended to be shocked when

told the car was used in a robbery.

B, he bought another car

almost immediately, with cash.

Doesn't even bother to wait and

see if the old one's recovered.

C, he matches the description

of the second Palm Beach robber.

And that's when the first

series of robberies stopped?

Yep, for whatever reason.

How old was he? 17?

I mean, maybe he just got

sh*t scared and bailed out.

From the mouths of babes.

Didn't know you boys could read.

Hey, that top number.

I recognise it. Whose is it?

Dunno. That kid Ghiller's

most frequently dialled.

We think Debs and Ghiller

were the original robbers.

Then Ghiller got a scare, lost his nerve.

And last year, found

himself a new partner.

Debs is Lucifer.

Why doesn't his car match

the glass on Cochranes Road?

Is it possible you made a mistake?

These are highly sophisticated

scientific instruments.

It is not guesswork.

How many pieces of glass did you

recover from the Debs Hyundai?

I was on leave. 53.

How many did we actually test?

Theoretically, it's only

necessary to test a few.

How many?

Three.

How about we go back and

retest all 53, Edward?

A second round of window tests indicate

that the Debs Hyundai cannot

be ruled out after all.

According to the refractive index,

half the fragments are

consistent with gunshot damage,

which puts Bandali Debs

back into the frame.

And for that we can

thank the Armed Robbers.

Thanks, boys.

Hey, bags I'm there for the arrest.

I said we can't exclude Debs.

We are light years

away from arresting him.

Our task now is to prove

whether or not he is our Lucifer.

Graeme.

OK, I'm gonna ask you to

swear an oath of silence.

No-one's to know that we're

looking for Debs. I mean no-one.

Once the warrants are through,

we're gonna off his phone

and install LDs in his house, his

cars, his kids' cars, his garage,

and three foot up his arse if he

looks the other way long enough.

The idea is to catch him bragging about

the night that he took out two cops.

Let's get to work.

Alright, come on. Let's go.

That's a nice dress.

God, he'll be bloody...

Come on! Yes! We're...

You, young lad, you're coming with me.

Where's the other one? The I... Go!

Oh, come on! Alright. Leave it.

For God's sake.

BANDALl:
Come on.

Yeah, I'll just follow

you. Just follow her.

Did your father say what

time he was gonna be home?

What do I look like, his

f***in' social secretary?

Jeez, you've got a mouth on you,

and you didn't get it from me.

Hello.

Hi, Reet. It's me. How are you doin'?

Don't ask. Dot. My chilblains

are playing up again.

Oh, no, again?

Listen to this, listen to this.

Can you play that back?

Have a listen to this. Right?

Jeez. You've got a mouth on you.

and you didn't get it from me.

Hello. Hi. Reet. It's me.

How are you doin' Don't ask. Dot.

My chilblains are playing up again.

Oh. No. Again?

Oh. I can't hardly bloody w alk today.

Now, this is Dorothy Debs,

on the phone to Rita Ghiller.

It's Jason Ghiller's mum, OK?

Do you know what Mama

used to do with hers?

Yeah. I've tried rubbing

them with raw onion...

Um, "Mama'? They're

sisters? Sisters-in-law?

No, they're sisters, apparently.

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