Underbelly Files: Tell Them Lucifer Was Here Page #6

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This means if Debs is Lucifer, then his

first partner was his own bloody nephew.

And he replaced him with...

...his daughter's boyfriend.

BANDALl:
Oh, keep your

hands up, you cockhead moron!

Can we watch something else, please?

Hey, Ben, you know them

townhouses where I'm working?

Ben? What?

The townhouses I'm workin' on.

Oh, the ones over in

Warrandyte? What about 'em?

It's not Warrandyte, ya

fuckhead. It's Wantirna.

God help us.

It's f***in' open house.

No security.

All you gotta do's cut the fence and

walk in, walk out with your arms full.

F***in' beautiful, Ben.

Very interesting.

Squeeze those pimples.

You coud end up with scars.

KERRl-ANNE KENNERLE Y ON TV:

A Logie winner. AFI winner.

You name it. My next

guest has done everything.

In this magazine are

doing that. It's never me!

Got a headache? Maybe...

Why? 'Cause I don't want to.

Oh, come on. You're so annoying.

KERRl-ANNE KENNERLE Y ON TV: ...

live videotape that was in Melbourne.

While in Brisbane. She starred in

the world premiere of the play...

BANDALl:
So, how's that

new job going, mate?

OK.

I like Hungry Jacks.

Burgers are better than at

Macca's, don't you reckon?

Yeah.

Hey, do you know where they

keep the safe at that joint?

Yeah.

Well, maybe I'll knock it

over. What do you reckon?

Have they got cameras?

You know, CCTV?

Yeah.

Oh, it won't matter

if we're wearing masks.

I reckon clown masks

would be the way to go.

What do you reckon?

Or how about Ronald McDonald?

"Kiss the floor, kids!"

Give 'em nightmares for life.

Give it to the manager, big-time.

What, you don't like him?

Nah. He's an arsehole.

Well, maybe I could single

him out for special attention.

What do you reckon?

Cut off his finger.

Would you like me to do that?

Yeah.

BANDALl:
I'm worried about that boy.

Gotta put a rocket up his arse

to get a civil word out of him.

It's a phase.

All teenagers go through it.

The girls never did.

Yeah, well, that's 'cause they were

too busy suckin' up to their daddy.

Guess what?

I got a fat.

Too bad.

I said... I'm not in the mood.

BANDALl:
Where are you going?

Gippsland.

Gippsland? What a coincidence!

I'm going there too. Yeah?

Get in. Thanks.

There you go.

Oh.

Oh, right.

?? Gippsland, Gippsland

We're both off to Gippsland.

You don't often see girls...

...hitchhiking on their own.

You got a boyfriend? Ja.

Yes.

Ja, ja. Yeah, I'll bet you do.

I'll bet they are all over you like flies.

I'm... I'm John. Sabrina.

Hello, Sabrina.

That's a pretty name for a pretty girl.

I like European girls.

Very honest with your needs.

I'm very honest with my needs too.

Sh*t.

Hey. Hey! Hey!

Hey! F***! Hey!

Help!

Once I w alked in and I said.

"Get down on the f***in' floor!"

And they all just fell

down like spaghetti.

GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!

You know how when you pick up

spaghetti and it just... it just drops?

Ohh.

But it's no good when you laugh.

Yeah. No. No, serious.

Because you know why?

They get confident. Yeah, yeah.

Hey, remember that sheila

playing around on them chairs,

laughing her head off?

Nah.

No, that wasn't me that time, Ben.

It wasn't you? Nuh.

Oh, yeah. She, uh...

she thought I was joking.

And she wouldn't lie down.

I shoulda put the rod in her mouth

and blown her f***in' brains out.

There's no noise.

Swear to God.

Ya just stick it in and click.

All there is is just skin

splattered everywhere.

F***.

July '94, Casey's restaurant, Berwick.

One of the victims, a

woman, thought it was a joke

and she refused to lie down on the floor.

It's Debs and Nicole's boyfriend,

Jason Roberts, talking yesterday.

Well, we've nailed him.

The problem is, Mark, that this isn't

actual proof that he killed Silk and Miller.

The car, this, the Jason Ghiller link.

Are you seriously suggesting

we have got the wrong man?

I need him to spell it out

explicitly, unambiguously,

otherwise we may as well just

call this Walsh Street mark II.

Hey.

Merry Christmas.

Thanks.

Who taught you basic

right and wrong, Graeme?

Your parents?

Oh, I suppose so, yeah.

I mean, the family unit. That's

where it all begins, isn't it?

But you can't blame your

parents for everything.

Listen, Paul, why don't

you take a few days off, eh?

Spend some time with your own.

That has to be the way to get to him.

Through his family.

Cops. What do we do?

Just relax. What do we do?

It's probably just a

f***in' RBT or something.

What did I do?

We're interested in your vehicle.

You the registered owner of the vehicle?

I am.

Can I see your licence, please?

Pop the hatch for us, please. Why?

F***in' bullshit.

What you f***in' lookin' for?

Mate, a vehicle just like this one

was used in a very serious crime.

Don't look at me. I'm a nurse.

Right.

I'm a respectable member of

the community, for f***'s sake!

Goodnight.

Mrs Sutherland?

We'd like to talk to your son.

Which one?

Robert.

They said they w anted to talk to Robert

because somebody told them

that he woud know who

killed two policemen.

BANDALl:
They said that?

Then they asked me if I

know anybody owns a Hyundai?

Hey, I don't know cars.

Then they asked if I had more children,

and I said I have one boy in Melbourne.

That's all I could tell them.

We are not criminals.

Mum, Mum, just don't worry, alright?

Just... just don't worry.

It's nothing, alright?

Look, I'll talk to you later.

Are you worried?

No, I'm not worried.

Not worried about a thing.

Just wonder why they wanna talk to Robert.

I'm not worried because

I know he's on drugs.

Yep.

Besides, nobody's seen nothin'.

BANDALl:
Nobody seen a thing.

One in the head.

This is close to an admission.

Tell that to a jury.

I want someone to leak a story.

We're moving the search

for the Hyundai interstate

because we've drawn a

blank here in Victoria.

Well, won't that take the

pressure off them, skip?

Exactly. Hopefully, they'll relax

and tell us something we can use.

What about...

..."one in the head?" Which means what?

Shooting Gary Silk in the head,

obviously. That's what it means.

Any decent barrister would

tear that statement to shreds.

"Detective Beanland, how do we know

"that Mr Debs isn't

referring to a boxing match?"

Now, listen to me, all of you.

Whenever you think you've got

enough, remember Walsh Street.

We'll only get one chance...

...so think like a defence lawyer.

You're the leaker.

F***in' idiots.

You're in the clear, Dad.

You don't understand how

they solve cases, Joanne.

Sometimes, it's after 18

months, 2 years, 3 years.

When they go and search places.

Yeah, but what are they gonna find?

F***-all.

Them things disappeared,

you know, what we used.

Could they be found?

Nuh.

One's cut up, the other's

in the f***in' lake.

Well, they're talking about guns

- the disposal of a murder weapon.

Which lake?

Cardinia? Oh, sh*t, that's huge.

Skip. Skip! Gotta hear this.

Joanne. I don't w anna

worry you or anything.

But I'm telling you straight.

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