Phoenix (1992) s02e07 Episode Script
Aladdin's Cave
Shadowers to Majors.
There, Moony? MOON OVER WALKIE-TALKIE: Receiving.
Got the eyeball.
Sitting off 20 metres south.
Target's home.
Cream Volvo in garage.
Alpha Hotel Oscar 9-3-9.
Right.
Chasing up the wire, but be another hour, maybe hour and a half.
(SIGHS) GOOSE: Lord 51, series TL-30.
Model 511.
Steel outer casing.
Two foot high.
About 21 inches deep.
Possibly bolted to the floor.
If we can't find the combination, we'll have to get on to the manufacturer.
Might be an idea to put a locksmith on stand-by.
You finished in the lounge room, Goose? Lounge and hall.
Don't go near the back door.
I'm lifting some impressions.
Right.
Matey, stick some crime scene tape across there, OK? Chet, you right for some happy snaps? Yeah, no problem.
You right? Yep.
Stand over there, thanks, Mr Rhys.
Do we really need handcuffs? They're very tight.
Mate, you've been in tighter jams than those.
Where'd you get this? I've never seen it before.
Take a closer look.
Might jog your memory.
Where'd you get this? Lovely, isn't it? Nice, tranquil setting.
Like the landscapes, do you? Not mine.
Where'd you get this? I didn't.
Pig's arse.
In you go, china.
If you see Boomer, bring him in, mate.
OK, mate.
WOMAN OVER POLICE RADIO: Echo Golf 7-5-8.
Darbs, can you punch up the user on this, thanks? Say again.
WOMAN OVER POLICE RADIO: Echo Echo Golf 7-5-8.
One female Boomer, there's gonna be a drug squad undercover person.
Will you make sure Dyson stays inside? He's going nowhere, boss.
Show Mr Rhys to his room.
I'd like to make a telephone call.
(SCOFFS) I want my phone call! This way, Mr Rhys.
I can't see any problem in getting him a phone.
We've got him by the balls.
It'll save complaints.
Well, if the wife's in on the giggle, she could get rid of the evidence before we're in.
No worries.
I'll be in touch when I'm through the door.
Wouldn't be dead for quids.
Record of interview between Detective Sergeant Peter Faithful and John Oscar Rhys at the Major Crime Squad offices.
Also present, Senior Detective Luciano.
What is your full name? John Oscar Rhys.
What is your address? 23 Grove Street, South Yarra.
I intend to ask you some questions in relation to some property which was found in your possession when I arrested you earlier today.
I must warn you that you are not obliged to say or do anything, and anything you say or do may be given as evidence.
Do you understand that? Yes.
We would be putting together an identification parade which we'd like you to participate in.
Are you agreeable to this? No.
Will you consent to having your fingerprints No.
At this stage of the interview, I intend to interrupt it for the purposes of making further inquiries for our investigation.
Interview ceased at 4:09pm.
You're gonna have to drag me kicking and screaming to that parade.
I wanna talk to my lawyer.
I know my rights.
Well, in fairness to you, Mr Rhys, some of them have been deferred.
We believe that your communication may facilitate in the destruction of evidence.
Alright, then.
I've got a horse running in the eighth at Caulfield.
Ted was meeting me there.
Ted is? My solicitor.
You reckon you know a bit about the law, do you? You know about the doctrine of recent possession? A person who's found in possession of property proved to be recently stolen is presumed to have stolen the property.
That's you.
In the house.
In possession of all that property.
And unless you can give me a satisfactory explanation as to how you came to be in possession of this property, you're gonna be charged with six aggravated burglaries.
Picture's worth a thousand words.
And that puts you right in the firing line.
Jury'll love this one.
Courts take a pretty dim view of receivers.
They reckon without people like you, there'd be less thieves.
(CHUCKLES) (DOOR OPENS) MAN: Swap those two around.
(SAUNDERS SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) At about 2:00pm on 28 March, you were approached by a male person who enquired as to renting premises situated at 185 Stuart Street, Bentleigh.
I would like you to look along this line of persons and tell me if you can identify that person.
That's him.
Could you be more specific? Number 5.
Thank you.
We require you to make a brief statement.
If you wouldn't mind waiting outside Do you have any comment to make in relation to the running of this identification parade? Bitch is on drugs.
Kenny Richards? He's one of the Rolling bloody Stones, isn't he? Nah, nah, wait on.
That's Kenny Rogers, isn't it? BOOMER: Keith Richards.
No relation to this mate.
He got you to rent a house, paid you a couple of grand.
Where's this leading? Oh, come on! Just do it! Get this bullshit over with! Mate, that macho shit don't cut with me, especially when you're cuffed to a bloody table.
(METAL CLANKS) Don't give me grief Sunshine.
Yeah, take the cuffs off - then see who's a big man.
They're there for your protection, pal, so you don't do nothing silly.
Otherwise Detective Nicholson's gonna have to bloody restrain you.
You comprehending? Maybe.
You're still gonna have to answer the questions, mate.
You'll get hurt in the bargain.
That's not a sensible bloody option, is it, pal? (SNIFFS) Let's start again.
Tell me about this friend.
(SIGHS) He wanted a house.
He was heading OS.
When he came back, he wanted somewhere to live.
And that was, what, three months ago, yeah? I don't wanna get nothing wrong.
Yeah, yeah.
He got caught up.
He, uh he met a bit of skirt.
So, where can I find this friend? Oh, dunno.
He moves around a fair bit.
(CHUCKLES) Mate, if bullshit was music, you would be a brass bloody band, pal.
You can tell lies, but make sure they're bloody good ones, will ya? Now, tell me about the house.
You're trying to stitch me up.
Mate, you're stitching yourself up.
We aren't stitching you up.
It was you who was found in the house.
And it was you who was picked out of a line-up.
And you ain't giving us a bloody explanation.
Yeah, well, life's full of bad situations.
That's your problem.
Nah, pal.
YOUR bloody problem.
I'm here to tell you, pal, that you are red-bloody-hot for this.
And unless you can come up with a better story, you are gonna be charged with unlawful possession, theft of a property.
You're gonna be charged with six counts of aggravated burglary, assisting in the retention of stolen property, assault with a weapon, serious assaults and bloody rape.
Frogshit.
BOOMER: No-one's laughing now, mate.
I reckon you rented the house for your friend Rhys.
Why was he found at the house with you? Popped in to say hello.
Does he often drop in to say hello? Uh, I don't live there.
But he drops in to see you there? No comment.
(CHUCKLES) Mate You know what he's gonna do, mate.
Don't ya? He's gonna ride out on your bloody back.
He's gonna piss off in his shiny car, mate, while you're gonna be heading off to the bloody slammer.
Get his cuffs off, Boomer.
Stand up.
Why? 'Cause I bloody said so.
Do it.
Get your jacket off.
Now your shirt.
Now drop your strides.
Hey? You bloody heard.
Socks.
(SIGHS) I don't shoot up.
I'm not into that sort of shit.
Bloody good for you.
Right, get up in the chair.
Why? 'Cause we're a couple of fags.
Just bloody do it.
Spin around.
(SIGHS) Relax.
It's not a Mr Universe competition.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Gang bang.
Yeah.
Very bloody funny.
(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS) FAITHFUL: How's it going? Righto, get down.
Turn around and bend over.
Hey? Just joking.
Get bloody dressed.
You two be real nice to each other when I'm gone, right? (BOTH CHUCKLE) So, how you going? Mate, story's all over the joint like a madwoman's shit, mate.
Any dog bites? No, not a scratch.
I reckon he's Betty's rapist.
What about our number 2 man? Bit on the tall side, I reckon, mate.
Pretty hard to be accurate when you've got someone standing over you with a baseball bat.
Keep us posted.
Will do, pal.
Kenny bloody Richards, eh? FAITHFUL: So, how well do you know Dyson? Oh, here's me.
I'm thinking I'm gonna get an apology for white-anting us.
I think you're wrong about him.
When are we ever wrong? Look, he's a middle-level dealer, OK? Amphetamines.
He's got a shit-pot security firm, he runs a few crowd-controllers.
He's not into raping old ladies.
How can you be sure? He works most nights, all hours.
He'd have an airtight alibi from a dozen different people.
I don't think he could be in two places at once.
You said he had to pick something up.
Got any idea what it was? Yeah, it was a package.
He was pretty vague.
You think amphetamines? I think I've seen enough drops to know it wasn't drugs.
Look, OK, he got a call.
Now, I assume it was from Rhys, right? He had to collect something and deliver it to the city.
That's end of story.
I was this close from making a buy, and you lot buggered it up.
Now, we're gonna lose a whole network unless you let go.
We're gonna do-over their houses.
So, if Whitey asks us really nicely, we'll cut a few of you guys in, OK? Never know your luck in a big city.
You are such a cunning little bastard.
(CHUCKLES) No wonder I love you.
Great effort, Peter.
Sir.
'Night, sir.
Top pitch.
Thanks.
It's been a long haul.
Yes, long time between drinks for me too.
This should put a smile on the AC's face, take the heat off for a while.
Hear the Druggies are upset.
Oh, they'll get over it.
Working with the missus - hazardous business.
Ah, keeps life interesting.
You right to give us a hand with the Rhys' house? MAN: Sweet as a nut.
You don't know him? Never heard of the bastard.
How you going, Darbs? Good.
If he's your receiver, they've got a top-quality fence.
What do you mean, 'if'? He's in the fur-and-leather business, right? Owns a couple of stores.
Good contacts overseas.
Travels to Europe and America on a regular basis.
He could be moving any amount of property.
Got a lot of money, mainly on the wife's side.
Shares in a few racehorses.
Member of the Melbourne Club.
Shit, could cause you a bit of trouble.
(CHUCKLES) That's what he reckons.
Well, for what it's worth, he's got a blemish.
Votes Labor? (CHUCKLES) No.
Customs breach.
BCI turned it up.
He failed to pay duty on a shipment of minks - 100 grand's worth.
He copped a stiff fine.
The minks were confiscated.
And he had to cough up with the duty.
"Oh, every little bit helps," said the old lady as she pissed in the sea.
(CHUCKLES) Read the papers? There's been some articles in the last couple of months about granny-bashers.
Nasty bastards.
Now, what sort of person would do that? Bash and rape old-age pensioners? Wasn't enough to break a couple of ribs, smash her face in, and rough-up an old man.
They had to have some fun.
He used a baseball bat on her.
Now, when the press find out about that person, they're gonna make a meal of them.
Crooks out of Pentridge - hate them.
That's right.
Everyone hates them.
Can't wait to see the front page tomorrow, all this stuff's turned up.
The press are downstairs.
They wanna know who we got.
A photo of you in tomorrow's paper could wipe you right out.
Any chance of getting a radio? I'd like to know how my horse went.
Sergeant, I'm not going to answer your questions.
You've denied me my rights.
And you'll regret it.
I haven't broken the law.
I pay my taxes and I pay your wages.
Don't always pay your customs duty.
You see I'm getting a real good picture of you.
And I don't like what I'm seeing.
Now, all I want's the truth.
If you're not a crook, don't behave like one.
Don't be a smart-arse just for the sake of it.
Now, you've got your wife and your kids to think about.
Haven't you? Hmm? Now, is there something you wanna tell me? I don't think so.
MOON: We're looking for anything that ties either of them into the burglaries or to the safe house.
Now, that means keys, paperwork, combination to the safe, shoes - I want you to look particularly at their shoes.
Whitey, what do you blokes want? Anything that spells amphetamine.
It's doubtful Rhys is involved, but you never know.
(PEOPLE LAUGH) WOMAN: If he's 18 and good-Iooking and well endowed, he's mine.
(LAUGHS) If he's 18, good-Iooking and well endowed, he won't get past me, darling.
Don't get knocked over in the rush.
(CHUCKLES) Mrs Rhys? Whatever you're selling, she doesn't want it.
Oh, shut up, Judy.
I'm sorry.
I'm Detective Sergeant Moon, Major Crime Squad.
I have a warrant to search your premises.
What?! Your husband is in custody down at the Major Crime Squad offices.
What is it, Merrill? This enables me to search these premises for stolen property or documentation relating to another property at Stuart Street in Bentleigh.
Where? Can we come in? You certainly may not.
Well, I'm afraid that's not negotiable, Mrs Rhys.
Is this the only other person in this house? Yes.
DARBY: Could I have a word with you, please? I want to speak to my husband immediately.
Excuse me! Where do you think you're going?! That's not possible at the moment.
Well, you'd better have a good explanation for this.
You'll find the warrant is quite precise.
Oh.
Oh, there's been a mistake.
We don't own any property in Bentleigh.
You rent property in the area? No! Do you know anyone by the name of Michael or Mickey Dyson? No.
Anyone going by the name of Kenny Richards? No! There's no-one upstairs, Sergeant.
Righto.
We may as well get on with it, then.
Get on with what? Don't.
Senior Detective Cath Darby.
We have some questions we'd like to ask you, Mrs Rhys.
Well, I'll speak to my solicitor first before I say anything to you.
That's where I keep my bills.
And that's my shopping list, for God's sake! Right, we're in.
May I use my phone?! In a moment.
Tell Noddy I'll let him know the progress of the search as it goes along.
DOCKET: Three shops must keep you busy.
Except today.
I said I was going to the races.
FAITHFUL: And you happened to stop off at Bentleigh? Is that another one of your businesses, Mr Rhys? Go there often? First time I've ever been there.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) What were you doing there today? I was visiting a friend.
What friend? You're the detective.
You find out.
Mr Rhys, Inspector Murdoch.
These detectives treating you alright? I want to speak to my solicitor.
These people seem to have a problem with that.
Yeah, right.
Apart from that, anything else? No, a phone will do.
I've just heard from Moon, he's inside.
How you going? Well, we're kicking into a strong breeze.
He's the original three wise monkeys.
He's not saying anything about anything.
You've got him on a whole range of things.
It's not over yet.
Gonna need a lever on him.
Did Moony say anything about the safe combination? If we can tie him to the tank It's a big house.
He's only just started.
Can you show Mr Rhys to a telephone, please? Thank you.
This way, Mr Rhys.
(CHUCKLES) SAUNDERS: Cheers, mate.
Sure you don't want one? So, what jobs you do for Rhys? Dunno what you mean.
Just trying to find out how you stand in the pecking order.
Does he pay you well, or what? Bloody peanuts, I bet.
So, where were you going today, before we turned it into shit? Moonee Valley.
Look here, mate.
I'm here so you can tell your side of the story, and all I'm getting is bull-bloody-shit.
Now, who were you seeing in town today? Did Rhys tell you that? What were you delivering? Package.
Dunno what was in it.
Where'd you take it? Um, hotel on Elizabeth Street.
How often do you meet Rhys at the safe house? Uh, couple of times.
You ever drive Rhys there? Nah.
I just met him there a few times.
So, how come he gets you to do the renting? Why doesn't he just do it himself? It's just part of my job.
I don't know nothing about what was in it.
I don't care what Rhys tells you.
I got nothing to do with those burgs.
You think about it, china.
Well, he's Rhys's minder, but he's denying any knowledge of the ag burgs.
Softly, softly, catch a monkey.
How are you getting on? Is Rhys kicking you? FAITHFUL: Nuh.
What about that front-door key? Wasn't on him? No sign of it, and none of these fit.
SAUNDERS: Probably forced Dyson into swallowing the bloody thing.
(FAITHFUL CHUCKLES) What else have we got? Well, two thirds of stuff.
We got a witness - a neighbour - says she saw him go into the place.
Bring her in.
Can't ID him.
He's refused to parade.
The worst he's gonna get with a top silk's a community-based order and a fine.
Now, I want him in the barrel.
I want him tipping in, giving us names.
What about photographs? You got any pictures of Rhys? Well, just polaroids.
They're not real good quality.
Forensics haven't come through yet.
What about the ones from the observation post? They've got a longer lens, haven't they? Get Russell Howie to pick them.
Time he had his bloody fame, eh? (LAUGHS) Whoever stacked this gear wasn't wearing Blundstones.
Eh? These are fairly large, so the crooks couldn't have been carrying the gear in.
I'd say all we've got are Rhys and Dyson's.
Oh, can you leave that? We're taking that back with us.
FAITHFUL OVER POLICE RADIO: Crime 8-5 to Crime 8-2.
Crime 8-5 to Crime 8-2.
You there, Grump? He's not here, Peter.
Over.
How you doing, Carol? Can you find the front-door key? Neither of these two pricks have it.
Uh, there's no sign of any key.
Tell him we're looking for gunk the size of a pinhead.
I'd think we'd see a key.
If it was here, Peter, we'd find it.
Roger that.
Can you find Grumpy, please? (MAN SNEEZES) Sneezy's here.
The other five are probably around here somewhere.
Ohh! (SNORTS) Oh, there's nothing secreted up there.
(SNORTS) Russell here.
Go ahead.
Russell, who's got the photos from the OP? MAN: Combination's usually something personal so you can remember it.
It's, uh, still in the camera Telephone numbers, anniversaries, kids' birthdays.
Not the wife's so much - easier to forget.
Can you tell us what it is after you've opened it? Not if I've destroyed the lock.
Be quicker if you lot could find the combo.
They write it down more often than not.
There's nothing written down that we can find.
That's why you're here.
Pity it's a four-wheel combination.
Three'd be easier.
It's a bit like Tattslotto.
How long? 20 minutes, 8 hours, 3 months.
Take your pick.
Thanks, Mrs Maffey.
If you'd just like to, uh, follow me through here.
Mind your step.
There's a bit of activity through here.
What lovely furniture.
It is lovely furniture.
Thanks for coming in, Mrs Maffey.
We appreciate you giving us your time.
If you'd like to go through into the office just You got a minute, Pete? I'd say about 30 seconds.
Good.
I checked the nightclub register.
Four of the five nights that your ag burgs happened, Dyson was working bouncing.
SAUNDERS: Great, mate.
We'll call you as his alibi.
You know just as well as I he could use that as a blind.
Yes, but if we can't prove that the register was broached, the court will accept it, the jury will swallow it.
He's not your man.
You're just praying he knows who is.
The best way to get yourself off the hook is to put someone else on.
I'm not saying your strategy isn't good.
I'm saying we do it my way.
Cut him loose, and then pick him up later.
Maybe.
Let's see what we've got at the end of the day.
We'd have him under 24-hour surveillance.
It's all set to go.
I said we'll see.
Trust me.
The cheque's in the mail.
SAUNDERS: Hey, mate, what you got Rhys down as? Number 10.
Ah.
Mrs Maffey, I'm Sergeant Peter Faithful.
We'd like you to identify a man that you gave us a description of a few days ago.
What's he done? Well, we're not saying he's done anything.
We're still investigating the matter.
If you wouldn't mind looking at those photographs If you can see the individual there, just point him out with your finger and tell us the number of the photograph, thanks.
Ugly bastards.
(CHUCKLES) I nearly married someone who looked like that.
Never trust a man whose eyes are lower than his ears.
Number 7.
HOWIE: Alright, you're sure? Mm-hm.
Fine.
Uh, thanks very much, Mrs Maffey.
DARBY: So, Middle J is the name of your company? MERRILL: You find out.
You a director in this company? I don't see why I have to answer that.
Who else are directors in this company? I have no idea! You familiar with the day-to-day running of it? No, I am not! Well, if you are a company director, it is your responsibility to be aware of corporate transactions Nothing resembling a safe combination.
Well, it's pretty clean so far, really.
Oh, yeah, I can ask her to do that.
OK, I'll keep you up to date.
'Bye.
And what commodities does it deal in? This is outrageous! Got a minute? Excuse me.
Rhys's paging system Mmm? The one connected through to the alarm at the safe house - it hasn't been found yet.
There is a possibility that she's wearing it.
I'm going to enjoy this.
Mrs Rhys, do you know anything about an electronic paging system your husband carried? No.
Would you stand up, please? Why? Well, I have to verify whether you have the paging system or not.
It's a simple procedure.
It'll only take a few seconds.
Go to hell! Mrs Rhys, I have a job to do, and I will do it no matter what.
Now, you show respect, and I'll do likewise.
You have no right.
I'll make sure the media hear about this.
Mum! Hello.
How are you? My name's Cath.
What's yours? Paul.
What's yours? Leah.
Look, Paul and Leah, would you like to come outside? We've got a cop car out there.
PAUL: How about Mum? Mum's helping us.
I'll be alright.
There's no water in the loo, so they couldn't have flushed it down the S-bend.
Going to use a rotary tool.
That's a drill, isn't it? Yeah.
Unless you want to stay here for the rest of your life.
How long's it gonna take? It's hard to tell.
The sandwich mix between the steel casing's about three inches thick, shot with steel and copper balls.
About 10 hours, at a guess.
Or I could use the auto dial.
That'd take up to a day.
We need to open it tonight.
They're not meant to be broken into.
The problem with drilling this kind of safe is it's got a glass plate built into the door.
If I break that, the relocker goes off, slides other bolts into place - we've gotta start over again.
What's the locking device made of? Steel.
No lead or plastic? Not this model.
Yeah, look, it's lan Cochrane.
I'm still at the house.
Um, I need two men for about half an hour and a big crowbar.
As quickly as possible.
Yeah.
Thank you very much.
We've got more degrees than a thermometer.
We should be able to think this out! Would've been nice to stick it up the Majors.
(SIGHS) Oh, we gotta find the key! Where would you put it if you had six seconds to get rid of it? Oh Why do they call the guy in Crime Scene 'Wombat'? Oh, he eats, roots and leaves.
Boom-boom.
How are they treating you? Do I get bail? I don't know.
What are they charging me with? I don't know.
How long are they gonna keep me here? Well You don't know! For God's sake, help me! What the hell do you think I'm paying you for?! If you've got a reasonable explanation for this, give it to them! I don't have a magic wand.
There's nothing to tell.
They've got half of fucking Myers out there! There are police at your home! Oh, Christ! They're also searching through your shops! Can't you stop them? No.
It's too late, anyway.
Christ.
And the sooner I'm out of this room, the better.
What are you talking about? I can't be present during the interviews.
No, matey.
You're staying right here with me.
The beak's worried about copping a witness subpoena.
And he's not even a criminal lawyer.
(CHUCKLES) All lawyers are criminals.
Rhys got real upset when the legal told him that Mooney's running through his house, talking to his wife.
Is that a fact? Yeah.
You reckon he loves his missus? Or her money.
(SQUEAKING AND CLATTERING) It's all set to go.
Oh, darls! This is where we spent our honeymoon! Yeah.
Steel plate's 10 mil.
MAN: Yep.
70 mil concrete - that's the back.
Same in the front.
Right, we've gotta get this thing up Gamma radiation unit.
Exposure time 20 minutes.
Whatever's closest to the film is where we get the best diffraction.
Let's just hope the tumbler's are clearly defined.
Never heard of this being done.
Neither have I.
MAN: The view at Dyson's house is clean.
SAUNDERS: What's the joint like? Oh, it's pretty ordinary.
Two-bedroom weatherboard, average content, modern appliances.
One double bed, two single beds.
Right.
Cupboards full of health shit.
He's into body building in a big way.
Place is full of trophies and certificates.
And he's a black belt.
Oh, yeah? Who's he live with? Uh, on his own.
His mum's in a retirement village.
Family seems pretty close.
There's photos of his mum all over the joint.
His mummy, eh? Mrs Arthur's here.
I'll need you in a minute.
OK.
Mrs Arthur, it's good of you to come in.
I'm Inspector Murdoch.
Uh, we'll try and make this as painless as possible.
Still a bit chilly out, isn't it? Oh, Detective Howie will look after you.
Good evening, Mrs Arthur.
If you could just come over here How's the investigation going? Uh, as well as can be expected, uh, at this stage.
Uh, I thought Hi, Bet.
Andrew.
How are you? Good, good.
How you feeling? Not the best.
Have you found the men who attacked me? This young detective's being very cagey.
(CHUCKLES) Well, we are making quite a bit of progress.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to be cagey too, Betty.
It's best we don't discuss it while you're in here.
But you coming in's gonna help us no end.
So, good onya.
I'll leave you with Bob here.
Bob? Look, mate, um, I wanna try something.
Can you, um, make sure Betty doesn't get too interested in what's going down my end? No worries.
Alright? Good man.
Ah.
Looks like you could use a bit of a break, mate.
What for? Stretch the old legs.
You want a cup of coffee? Yeah.
How do you have it? Um, white, one.
OK, out here.
You want a squirt? No, I'm right, thanks.
Uh, just park yourself here, mate.
Ta.
You wanna smoke, go for it.
BETTY: It was gold.
It's got five sapphires.
There's an inscription on the inside - "To Elizabeth".
Uh, yes, we have got that one down on the list It's not here.
No.
James's grandmother gave it to me.
There's actually very little jewellery here, Mrs Arthur.
Perhaps we could concentrate on what is here.
Um Uh, look, I tell you what - I'II, uh We'll get a cup of tea and have a bit of a break.
(SOBS) Uh, I think we'll be right, mate.
I'm just getting her a cup of tea.
Good onya, pal.
OK, mate.
Time.
Over there, mate.
She's a bit shaky.
Is that for Betty? Yeah.
Mind if I give it to her? No problem.
Hi, Betty.
(SIGHS) How you doing? I'm doing real good.
(SOBS) DYSON: Who was the old duck? Well, mate, she's lucky to be walking.
Someone flogged her something bloody fierce.
You're kidding.
She fell prey to those maggots who reckon they're real men.
Be about the same age as your mum and my mum.
I reckon, eh? Jeez, imagine that, mate.
Just about to go to bed, couple of mongrels come through your door.
One's got a baseball bat.
He uses it on the old man, then he rapes the old lady with it.
You're joking.
She's a brave old duck.
What'd you do if someone done that to your mum? Neck the prick.
Trouble is, too many people protecting maggots like that.
Mate, I know this isn't your go, but we got enough to charge you with this.
But I reckon you'd be more like the type of bloke who'd neck the pricks that done it, eh? You're just as bad as them, mate, 'cause you're covering for them.
You're taking the bloody heat for them.
Dunno why the hell you're doing it.
Maybe you'll beat it.
I don't really give a shit if you do.
Maybe, just maybe, you might be able to convince a jury that you wouldn't savage oldies.
Maybe the real pricks'll give themselves up.
Lot of bloody maybes, though, isn't it, mate? You done nothing wrong by me.
I got no reason to dislike you.
But you're bloody going for this, pal.
You're going for it 'cause you're all we bloody got.
Listen! Now, I never flogged nobody that wasn't trying to flog me first! (GRUNTS) (SOBS) Sure.
I knew the gear was hot.
I didn't ask Rhys no questions.
OK.
Tell you what I'll do - I won't get you outta this shit, but I will help you to help yourself, right? OK.
What we gotta do here is get a few details right.
Then we'll turn on the old tape recorder.
Is that alright with you, buddy? OK.
Gapes have gotta line up that gap there to slip the bolt.
It's just a question of counting the teeth, if you can see them.
Bit fuzzy.
Be hit-and-miss, I think.
CAROL: He's thinking of safebreaking as a new career path.
Oh, pays better.
And the hours aren't as long.
By the way, fingerprints found a partial print on the front-door key.
Two ridges - not enough for court.
I'm trying to match up scratches on it from the locking mechanism.
So, what else did you find at the safe house? Glorious black gunk and bits of diatomaceous earth.
(BIRDS TWEET) Goose'll be very pleased.
Where was it? One of the rugs.
None in the actual house.
They walked the dirt onto it at the victim's house.
We're fairly certain your crooks didn't set foot in the safe house.
It makes sense.
I wouldn't trust ag burglars as far as I could throw them.
(CLANG) Phew.
Open sesame.
I am impressed, you clever, clever man.
Wish it was a bigger safe.
(CHUCKLES) I spy James's stamps.
So much heartache for such ugly, little, glum bits of paper.
Mm-hm.
17-11-52-40.
Have you got his personal items? Yep.
Oh.
If he hasn't memorised it, it might be in here.
Yeah, Peter.
Listen, the combination for the safe is 17-11-52-40.
See what you can do with it, will you? Just a lot of small change.
More than I earn in a month.
How you going? Yep, righto.
I'll see you soon.
(HANGS UP) Goose, I'm impressed.
You don't happen to carry a condom? No - one dog, one bone.
Charlie? Don't tell the missus.
Mm-hm.
(CHUCKLES) Give me half an hour.
Matches the print on the glass.
You got a warrant to print this bloke, I'd say we got enough to go to court.
DARBY: Hey, Moon.
Guess what? Yeah? 17-11-52-40.
Yeah? It's his wife's birthday and age.
(SIGHS) How romantic.
Bingo.
Just the bedroom now, Mrs Rhys? (SIGHS) Will you leave, then? I don't believe how long this has taken.
Do you have the pair to this? Do you see a pair? Careful! You got a receipt for this? Well, if you haven't found it, I doubt there is one.
My husband bought it for me.
Were you with him when he bought it? It was a gift.
Do you know where he got it? How the hell would I know where he got it? Mind if I use your phone, Mrs Rhys? A rhetorical question, I assume.
FAITHFUL: Your wife can't seem to identify this item.
She's outside.
She'd like a word with you.
She's concerned about your welfare.
(DOOR OPENS) Excuse me, Mrs Rhys, would you mind coming in here a minute? Hello, darling.
Don't fucking 'darling' me.
You just fix it! FAITHFUL: Thanks, Mrs Rhys.
(CHUCKLES) Savage temper.
I don't like your chances.
(SIGHS) It's stolen.
Leave her out of it.
If you want your wife to walk, you better tell me about the burglars.
I've got to talk to you.
Mate, I'm all ears.
I need to go to the toilet.
Alright.
We'll do it your way.
Get your arms up.
I'm not wearing a wire.
If I talk, what kinda shape's the wife in? You tell me the story from the top, she walks free.
Trouble is, I got enough evidence to run both of you.
So, if you want her out of it, you better tell me something that I don't already know.
She knows nothing about any of this.
Convince me.
I don't deal direct with anyone.
I get notified after each burglary.
They tell me about a van.
I go and pick it up.
That's it.
Mate, that's OK for starters.
But you're starting to really piss me off.
Who's your contact? How do you pay? How do you arrange the pick-ups? Who's the organiser? What's the name of the ag burglars? Do I have to go on and on and on? This is a heavy scene! If I tell you who it is, she's dead, I'm dead! It's not just ag burgs here! That's just a fundraiser for something much bigger.
What are you saying? What are you talking about? Drug importation.
That's just between you and me.
You turn on that tape recorder, I'm not saying another fucking word.
Mate, you're pissing into the wind.
You want your wife to walk, you're gonna have to tip in about the receiving.
What about the drug importation? That's gotta be worth something! It means NOTHING to me without names.
You want a deal or not? (SIGHS) Importation? That's a different ball game.
You sure he's not just throwing you a curly one to get us to lay off? Well, he was under some duress.
Can you work on him? There's fear in his mind.
We're not gonna get past that.
I reckon we should put on the 'I'm satisfied' face, charge him, bail him, and then see if he runs to his organiser.
What about the wife? Possession's not gonna stick.
Oh, let's let them find out about that, eh? We may have put a stop to the ag burgs.
Mickey's been charged with receiving unlawful possession, then bailed.
That oughta please Chris.
I've had a word with Wallace.
Believe it or not, upstairs is happy.
Wally even kicked in 100 from the slush fund.
Well, I, uh I hope they're for green ones, boss.
Are you ready to talk to me now? Start the tape.
Let's get this over and done with.
Well, there's a fair bit to cover.
It might take Let's get on with it.
Well, to start with, Mr Rhys, there was a combination safe found at the house I don't know anything about it.
You deny know That's right.
No comment.
You deny knowledge of the safe? That's right.
Can you explain how the combination for that safe happens to be your wife's birthday? Must be a coincidence.
The key to the safe house matches an indentation on a condom that was found in your wallet.
So, how did that happen? Another coincidence? Alright, the key is mine.
The safe's mine.
The whole goddamn house is mine.
Let's get on with this.
Record of interview between Detective Sergeant Peter Faithful and John Oscar Rhys, at the Major Crime Squad offices, resumes at 11:36pm.
Also present, Senior Detective Luciano.
Mr Rhys, if you wouldn't mind, I'd just like to take your mind back.
Would you mind explaining what happens to me? At this point, we're making further inquiries in relation to the matter.
I've had it with you people.
Do I run the risk of being gunned down if I walk out? Just a couple of formalities to complete on the way out.
Mrs Rhys Oh, what a pain in the bloody arse.
Wonder if the media's still downstairs.
WOMAN OVER POLICE RADIO: Dyson's affecting his getaway in a Silver Top.
Left indicator on, moving into number-two lane.
Don't lose him.
I got a lot riding on that bastard.
Yep.
Keep in touch.
Now that we're talking drugs, you wanna know anything from now on, you ask me.
Where Mickey goes, who he sees - any little thing, you gotta kiss my tootsies.
Is there anywhere else that I can kiss you? We'll talk about that when we get home.
Well, Rhys's beakeroony just whacked up 10 grand bail.
He's off home to see his little dove now.
Don't reckon he'd do much good tonight, though.
(ALL CHUCKLE, CHEER) They made a mistake, boss.
They gave us two dozen heavy.
You wouldn't have twisted their arm, would you, Detective? Nah.
What are we gonna do about it? I don't know what you're gonna do about it, but I'm gonna get rid of the evidence.
BOTH: Hey! (ALL LAUGH)
There, Moony? MOON OVER WALKIE-TALKIE: Receiving.
Got the eyeball.
Sitting off 20 metres south.
Target's home.
Cream Volvo in garage.
Alpha Hotel Oscar 9-3-9.
Right.
Chasing up the wire, but be another hour, maybe hour and a half.
(SIGHS) GOOSE: Lord 51, series TL-30.
Model 511.
Steel outer casing.
Two foot high.
About 21 inches deep.
Possibly bolted to the floor.
If we can't find the combination, we'll have to get on to the manufacturer.
Might be an idea to put a locksmith on stand-by.
You finished in the lounge room, Goose? Lounge and hall.
Don't go near the back door.
I'm lifting some impressions.
Right.
Matey, stick some crime scene tape across there, OK? Chet, you right for some happy snaps? Yeah, no problem.
You right? Yep.
Stand over there, thanks, Mr Rhys.
Do we really need handcuffs? They're very tight.
Mate, you've been in tighter jams than those.
Where'd you get this? I've never seen it before.
Take a closer look.
Might jog your memory.
Where'd you get this? Lovely, isn't it? Nice, tranquil setting.
Like the landscapes, do you? Not mine.
Where'd you get this? I didn't.
Pig's arse.
In you go, china.
If you see Boomer, bring him in, mate.
OK, mate.
WOMAN OVER POLICE RADIO: Echo Golf 7-5-8.
Darbs, can you punch up the user on this, thanks? Say again.
WOMAN OVER POLICE RADIO: Echo Echo Golf 7-5-8.
One female Boomer, there's gonna be a drug squad undercover person.
Will you make sure Dyson stays inside? He's going nowhere, boss.
Show Mr Rhys to his room.
I'd like to make a telephone call.
(SCOFFS) I want my phone call! This way, Mr Rhys.
I can't see any problem in getting him a phone.
We've got him by the balls.
It'll save complaints.
Well, if the wife's in on the giggle, she could get rid of the evidence before we're in.
No worries.
I'll be in touch when I'm through the door.
Wouldn't be dead for quids.
Record of interview between Detective Sergeant Peter Faithful and John Oscar Rhys at the Major Crime Squad offices.
Also present, Senior Detective Luciano.
What is your full name? John Oscar Rhys.
What is your address? 23 Grove Street, South Yarra.
I intend to ask you some questions in relation to some property which was found in your possession when I arrested you earlier today.
I must warn you that you are not obliged to say or do anything, and anything you say or do may be given as evidence.
Do you understand that? Yes.
We would be putting together an identification parade which we'd like you to participate in.
Are you agreeable to this? No.
Will you consent to having your fingerprints No.
At this stage of the interview, I intend to interrupt it for the purposes of making further inquiries for our investigation.
Interview ceased at 4:09pm.
You're gonna have to drag me kicking and screaming to that parade.
I wanna talk to my lawyer.
I know my rights.
Well, in fairness to you, Mr Rhys, some of them have been deferred.
We believe that your communication may facilitate in the destruction of evidence.
Alright, then.
I've got a horse running in the eighth at Caulfield.
Ted was meeting me there.
Ted is? My solicitor.
You reckon you know a bit about the law, do you? You know about the doctrine of recent possession? A person who's found in possession of property proved to be recently stolen is presumed to have stolen the property.
That's you.
In the house.
In possession of all that property.
And unless you can give me a satisfactory explanation as to how you came to be in possession of this property, you're gonna be charged with six aggravated burglaries.
Picture's worth a thousand words.
And that puts you right in the firing line.
Jury'll love this one.
Courts take a pretty dim view of receivers.
They reckon without people like you, there'd be less thieves.
(CHUCKLES) (DOOR OPENS) MAN: Swap those two around.
(SAUNDERS SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) At about 2:00pm on 28 March, you were approached by a male person who enquired as to renting premises situated at 185 Stuart Street, Bentleigh.
I would like you to look along this line of persons and tell me if you can identify that person.
That's him.
Could you be more specific? Number 5.
Thank you.
We require you to make a brief statement.
If you wouldn't mind waiting outside Do you have any comment to make in relation to the running of this identification parade? Bitch is on drugs.
Kenny Richards? He's one of the Rolling bloody Stones, isn't he? Nah, nah, wait on.
That's Kenny Rogers, isn't it? BOOMER: Keith Richards.
No relation to this mate.
He got you to rent a house, paid you a couple of grand.
Where's this leading? Oh, come on! Just do it! Get this bullshit over with! Mate, that macho shit don't cut with me, especially when you're cuffed to a bloody table.
(METAL CLANKS) Don't give me grief Sunshine.
Yeah, take the cuffs off - then see who's a big man.
They're there for your protection, pal, so you don't do nothing silly.
Otherwise Detective Nicholson's gonna have to bloody restrain you.
You comprehending? Maybe.
You're still gonna have to answer the questions, mate.
You'll get hurt in the bargain.
That's not a sensible bloody option, is it, pal? (SNIFFS) Let's start again.
Tell me about this friend.
(SIGHS) He wanted a house.
He was heading OS.
When he came back, he wanted somewhere to live.
And that was, what, three months ago, yeah? I don't wanna get nothing wrong.
Yeah, yeah.
He got caught up.
He, uh he met a bit of skirt.
So, where can I find this friend? Oh, dunno.
He moves around a fair bit.
(CHUCKLES) Mate, if bullshit was music, you would be a brass bloody band, pal.
You can tell lies, but make sure they're bloody good ones, will ya? Now, tell me about the house.
You're trying to stitch me up.
Mate, you're stitching yourself up.
We aren't stitching you up.
It was you who was found in the house.
And it was you who was picked out of a line-up.
And you ain't giving us a bloody explanation.
Yeah, well, life's full of bad situations.
That's your problem.
Nah, pal.
YOUR bloody problem.
I'm here to tell you, pal, that you are red-bloody-hot for this.
And unless you can come up with a better story, you are gonna be charged with unlawful possession, theft of a property.
You're gonna be charged with six counts of aggravated burglary, assisting in the retention of stolen property, assault with a weapon, serious assaults and bloody rape.
Frogshit.
BOOMER: No-one's laughing now, mate.
I reckon you rented the house for your friend Rhys.
Why was he found at the house with you? Popped in to say hello.
Does he often drop in to say hello? Uh, I don't live there.
But he drops in to see you there? No comment.
(CHUCKLES) Mate You know what he's gonna do, mate.
Don't ya? He's gonna ride out on your bloody back.
He's gonna piss off in his shiny car, mate, while you're gonna be heading off to the bloody slammer.
Get his cuffs off, Boomer.
Stand up.
Why? 'Cause I bloody said so.
Do it.
Get your jacket off.
Now your shirt.
Now drop your strides.
Hey? You bloody heard.
Socks.
(SIGHS) I don't shoot up.
I'm not into that sort of shit.
Bloody good for you.
Right, get up in the chair.
Why? 'Cause we're a couple of fags.
Just bloody do it.
Spin around.
(SIGHS) Relax.
It's not a Mr Universe competition.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Gang bang.
Yeah.
Very bloody funny.
(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS) FAITHFUL: How's it going? Righto, get down.
Turn around and bend over.
Hey? Just joking.
Get bloody dressed.
You two be real nice to each other when I'm gone, right? (BOTH CHUCKLE) So, how you going? Mate, story's all over the joint like a madwoman's shit, mate.
Any dog bites? No, not a scratch.
I reckon he's Betty's rapist.
What about our number 2 man? Bit on the tall side, I reckon, mate.
Pretty hard to be accurate when you've got someone standing over you with a baseball bat.
Keep us posted.
Will do, pal.
Kenny bloody Richards, eh? FAITHFUL: So, how well do you know Dyson? Oh, here's me.
I'm thinking I'm gonna get an apology for white-anting us.
I think you're wrong about him.
When are we ever wrong? Look, he's a middle-level dealer, OK? Amphetamines.
He's got a shit-pot security firm, he runs a few crowd-controllers.
He's not into raping old ladies.
How can you be sure? He works most nights, all hours.
He'd have an airtight alibi from a dozen different people.
I don't think he could be in two places at once.
You said he had to pick something up.
Got any idea what it was? Yeah, it was a package.
He was pretty vague.
You think amphetamines? I think I've seen enough drops to know it wasn't drugs.
Look, OK, he got a call.
Now, I assume it was from Rhys, right? He had to collect something and deliver it to the city.
That's end of story.
I was this close from making a buy, and you lot buggered it up.
Now, we're gonna lose a whole network unless you let go.
We're gonna do-over their houses.
So, if Whitey asks us really nicely, we'll cut a few of you guys in, OK? Never know your luck in a big city.
You are such a cunning little bastard.
(CHUCKLES) No wonder I love you.
Great effort, Peter.
Sir.
'Night, sir.
Top pitch.
Thanks.
It's been a long haul.
Yes, long time between drinks for me too.
This should put a smile on the AC's face, take the heat off for a while.
Hear the Druggies are upset.
Oh, they'll get over it.
Working with the missus - hazardous business.
Ah, keeps life interesting.
You right to give us a hand with the Rhys' house? MAN: Sweet as a nut.
You don't know him? Never heard of the bastard.
How you going, Darbs? Good.
If he's your receiver, they've got a top-quality fence.
What do you mean, 'if'? He's in the fur-and-leather business, right? Owns a couple of stores.
Good contacts overseas.
Travels to Europe and America on a regular basis.
He could be moving any amount of property.
Got a lot of money, mainly on the wife's side.
Shares in a few racehorses.
Member of the Melbourne Club.
Shit, could cause you a bit of trouble.
(CHUCKLES) That's what he reckons.
Well, for what it's worth, he's got a blemish.
Votes Labor? (CHUCKLES) No.
Customs breach.
BCI turned it up.
He failed to pay duty on a shipment of minks - 100 grand's worth.
He copped a stiff fine.
The minks were confiscated.
And he had to cough up with the duty.
"Oh, every little bit helps," said the old lady as she pissed in the sea.
(CHUCKLES) Read the papers? There's been some articles in the last couple of months about granny-bashers.
Nasty bastards.
Now, what sort of person would do that? Bash and rape old-age pensioners? Wasn't enough to break a couple of ribs, smash her face in, and rough-up an old man.
They had to have some fun.
He used a baseball bat on her.
Now, when the press find out about that person, they're gonna make a meal of them.
Crooks out of Pentridge - hate them.
That's right.
Everyone hates them.
Can't wait to see the front page tomorrow, all this stuff's turned up.
The press are downstairs.
They wanna know who we got.
A photo of you in tomorrow's paper could wipe you right out.
Any chance of getting a radio? I'd like to know how my horse went.
Sergeant, I'm not going to answer your questions.
You've denied me my rights.
And you'll regret it.
I haven't broken the law.
I pay my taxes and I pay your wages.
Don't always pay your customs duty.
You see I'm getting a real good picture of you.
And I don't like what I'm seeing.
Now, all I want's the truth.
If you're not a crook, don't behave like one.
Don't be a smart-arse just for the sake of it.
Now, you've got your wife and your kids to think about.
Haven't you? Hmm? Now, is there something you wanna tell me? I don't think so.
MOON: We're looking for anything that ties either of them into the burglaries or to the safe house.
Now, that means keys, paperwork, combination to the safe, shoes - I want you to look particularly at their shoes.
Whitey, what do you blokes want? Anything that spells amphetamine.
It's doubtful Rhys is involved, but you never know.
(PEOPLE LAUGH) WOMAN: If he's 18 and good-Iooking and well endowed, he's mine.
(LAUGHS) If he's 18, good-Iooking and well endowed, he won't get past me, darling.
Don't get knocked over in the rush.
(CHUCKLES) Mrs Rhys? Whatever you're selling, she doesn't want it.
Oh, shut up, Judy.
I'm sorry.
I'm Detective Sergeant Moon, Major Crime Squad.
I have a warrant to search your premises.
What?! Your husband is in custody down at the Major Crime Squad offices.
What is it, Merrill? This enables me to search these premises for stolen property or documentation relating to another property at Stuart Street in Bentleigh.
Where? Can we come in? You certainly may not.
Well, I'm afraid that's not negotiable, Mrs Rhys.
Is this the only other person in this house? Yes.
DARBY: Could I have a word with you, please? I want to speak to my husband immediately.
Excuse me! Where do you think you're going?! That's not possible at the moment.
Well, you'd better have a good explanation for this.
You'll find the warrant is quite precise.
Oh.
Oh, there's been a mistake.
We don't own any property in Bentleigh.
You rent property in the area? No! Do you know anyone by the name of Michael or Mickey Dyson? No.
Anyone going by the name of Kenny Richards? No! There's no-one upstairs, Sergeant.
Righto.
We may as well get on with it, then.
Get on with what? Don't.
Senior Detective Cath Darby.
We have some questions we'd like to ask you, Mrs Rhys.
Well, I'll speak to my solicitor first before I say anything to you.
That's where I keep my bills.
And that's my shopping list, for God's sake! Right, we're in.
May I use my phone?! In a moment.
Tell Noddy I'll let him know the progress of the search as it goes along.
DOCKET: Three shops must keep you busy.
Except today.
I said I was going to the races.
FAITHFUL: And you happened to stop off at Bentleigh? Is that another one of your businesses, Mr Rhys? Go there often? First time I've ever been there.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) What were you doing there today? I was visiting a friend.
What friend? You're the detective.
You find out.
Mr Rhys, Inspector Murdoch.
These detectives treating you alright? I want to speak to my solicitor.
These people seem to have a problem with that.
Yeah, right.
Apart from that, anything else? No, a phone will do.
I've just heard from Moon, he's inside.
How you going? Well, we're kicking into a strong breeze.
He's the original three wise monkeys.
He's not saying anything about anything.
You've got him on a whole range of things.
It's not over yet.
Gonna need a lever on him.
Did Moony say anything about the safe combination? If we can tie him to the tank It's a big house.
He's only just started.
Can you show Mr Rhys to a telephone, please? Thank you.
This way, Mr Rhys.
(CHUCKLES) SAUNDERS: Cheers, mate.
Sure you don't want one? So, what jobs you do for Rhys? Dunno what you mean.
Just trying to find out how you stand in the pecking order.
Does he pay you well, or what? Bloody peanuts, I bet.
So, where were you going today, before we turned it into shit? Moonee Valley.
Look here, mate.
I'm here so you can tell your side of the story, and all I'm getting is bull-bloody-shit.
Now, who were you seeing in town today? Did Rhys tell you that? What were you delivering? Package.
Dunno what was in it.
Where'd you take it? Um, hotel on Elizabeth Street.
How often do you meet Rhys at the safe house? Uh, couple of times.
You ever drive Rhys there? Nah.
I just met him there a few times.
So, how come he gets you to do the renting? Why doesn't he just do it himself? It's just part of my job.
I don't know nothing about what was in it.
I don't care what Rhys tells you.
I got nothing to do with those burgs.
You think about it, china.
Well, he's Rhys's minder, but he's denying any knowledge of the ag burgs.
Softly, softly, catch a monkey.
How are you getting on? Is Rhys kicking you? FAITHFUL: Nuh.
What about that front-door key? Wasn't on him? No sign of it, and none of these fit.
SAUNDERS: Probably forced Dyson into swallowing the bloody thing.
(FAITHFUL CHUCKLES) What else have we got? Well, two thirds of stuff.
We got a witness - a neighbour - says she saw him go into the place.
Bring her in.
Can't ID him.
He's refused to parade.
The worst he's gonna get with a top silk's a community-based order and a fine.
Now, I want him in the barrel.
I want him tipping in, giving us names.
What about photographs? You got any pictures of Rhys? Well, just polaroids.
They're not real good quality.
Forensics haven't come through yet.
What about the ones from the observation post? They've got a longer lens, haven't they? Get Russell Howie to pick them.
Time he had his bloody fame, eh? (LAUGHS) Whoever stacked this gear wasn't wearing Blundstones.
Eh? These are fairly large, so the crooks couldn't have been carrying the gear in.
I'd say all we've got are Rhys and Dyson's.
Oh, can you leave that? We're taking that back with us.
FAITHFUL OVER POLICE RADIO: Crime 8-5 to Crime 8-2.
Crime 8-5 to Crime 8-2.
You there, Grump? He's not here, Peter.
Over.
How you doing, Carol? Can you find the front-door key? Neither of these two pricks have it.
Uh, there's no sign of any key.
Tell him we're looking for gunk the size of a pinhead.
I'd think we'd see a key.
If it was here, Peter, we'd find it.
Roger that.
Can you find Grumpy, please? (MAN SNEEZES) Sneezy's here.
The other five are probably around here somewhere.
Ohh! (SNORTS) Oh, there's nothing secreted up there.
(SNORTS) Russell here.
Go ahead.
Russell, who's got the photos from the OP? MAN: Combination's usually something personal so you can remember it.
It's, uh, still in the camera Telephone numbers, anniversaries, kids' birthdays.
Not the wife's so much - easier to forget.
Can you tell us what it is after you've opened it? Not if I've destroyed the lock.
Be quicker if you lot could find the combo.
They write it down more often than not.
There's nothing written down that we can find.
That's why you're here.
Pity it's a four-wheel combination.
Three'd be easier.
It's a bit like Tattslotto.
How long? 20 minutes, 8 hours, 3 months.
Take your pick.
Thanks, Mrs Maffey.
If you'd just like to, uh, follow me through here.
Mind your step.
There's a bit of activity through here.
What lovely furniture.
It is lovely furniture.
Thanks for coming in, Mrs Maffey.
We appreciate you giving us your time.
If you'd like to go through into the office just You got a minute, Pete? I'd say about 30 seconds.
Good.
I checked the nightclub register.
Four of the five nights that your ag burgs happened, Dyson was working bouncing.
SAUNDERS: Great, mate.
We'll call you as his alibi.
You know just as well as I he could use that as a blind.
Yes, but if we can't prove that the register was broached, the court will accept it, the jury will swallow it.
He's not your man.
You're just praying he knows who is.
The best way to get yourself off the hook is to put someone else on.
I'm not saying your strategy isn't good.
I'm saying we do it my way.
Cut him loose, and then pick him up later.
Maybe.
Let's see what we've got at the end of the day.
We'd have him under 24-hour surveillance.
It's all set to go.
I said we'll see.
Trust me.
The cheque's in the mail.
SAUNDERS: Hey, mate, what you got Rhys down as? Number 10.
Ah.
Mrs Maffey, I'm Sergeant Peter Faithful.
We'd like you to identify a man that you gave us a description of a few days ago.
What's he done? Well, we're not saying he's done anything.
We're still investigating the matter.
If you wouldn't mind looking at those photographs If you can see the individual there, just point him out with your finger and tell us the number of the photograph, thanks.
Ugly bastards.
(CHUCKLES) I nearly married someone who looked like that.
Never trust a man whose eyes are lower than his ears.
Number 7.
HOWIE: Alright, you're sure? Mm-hm.
Fine.
Uh, thanks very much, Mrs Maffey.
DARBY: So, Middle J is the name of your company? MERRILL: You find out.
You a director in this company? I don't see why I have to answer that.
Who else are directors in this company? I have no idea! You familiar with the day-to-day running of it? No, I am not! Well, if you are a company director, it is your responsibility to be aware of corporate transactions Nothing resembling a safe combination.
Well, it's pretty clean so far, really.
Oh, yeah, I can ask her to do that.
OK, I'll keep you up to date.
'Bye.
And what commodities does it deal in? This is outrageous! Got a minute? Excuse me.
Rhys's paging system Mmm? The one connected through to the alarm at the safe house - it hasn't been found yet.
There is a possibility that she's wearing it.
I'm going to enjoy this.
Mrs Rhys, do you know anything about an electronic paging system your husband carried? No.
Would you stand up, please? Why? Well, I have to verify whether you have the paging system or not.
It's a simple procedure.
It'll only take a few seconds.
Go to hell! Mrs Rhys, I have a job to do, and I will do it no matter what.
Now, you show respect, and I'll do likewise.
You have no right.
I'll make sure the media hear about this.
Mum! Hello.
How are you? My name's Cath.
What's yours? Paul.
What's yours? Leah.
Look, Paul and Leah, would you like to come outside? We've got a cop car out there.
PAUL: How about Mum? Mum's helping us.
I'll be alright.
There's no water in the loo, so they couldn't have flushed it down the S-bend.
Going to use a rotary tool.
That's a drill, isn't it? Yeah.
Unless you want to stay here for the rest of your life.
How long's it gonna take? It's hard to tell.
The sandwich mix between the steel casing's about three inches thick, shot with steel and copper balls.
About 10 hours, at a guess.
Or I could use the auto dial.
That'd take up to a day.
We need to open it tonight.
They're not meant to be broken into.
The problem with drilling this kind of safe is it's got a glass plate built into the door.
If I break that, the relocker goes off, slides other bolts into place - we've gotta start over again.
What's the locking device made of? Steel.
No lead or plastic? Not this model.
Yeah, look, it's lan Cochrane.
I'm still at the house.
Um, I need two men for about half an hour and a big crowbar.
As quickly as possible.
Yeah.
Thank you very much.
We've got more degrees than a thermometer.
We should be able to think this out! Would've been nice to stick it up the Majors.
(SIGHS) Oh, we gotta find the key! Where would you put it if you had six seconds to get rid of it? Oh Why do they call the guy in Crime Scene 'Wombat'? Oh, he eats, roots and leaves.
Boom-boom.
How are they treating you? Do I get bail? I don't know.
What are they charging me with? I don't know.
How long are they gonna keep me here? Well You don't know! For God's sake, help me! What the hell do you think I'm paying you for?! If you've got a reasonable explanation for this, give it to them! I don't have a magic wand.
There's nothing to tell.
They've got half of fucking Myers out there! There are police at your home! Oh, Christ! They're also searching through your shops! Can't you stop them? No.
It's too late, anyway.
Christ.
And the sooner I'm out of this room, the better.
What are you talking about? I can't be present during the interviews.
No, matey.
You're staying right here with me.
The beak's worried about copping a witness subpoena.
And he's not even a criminal lawyer.
(CHUCKLES) All lawyers are criminals.
Rhys got real upset when the legal told him that Mooney's running through his house, talking to his wife.
Is that a fact? Yeah.
You reckon he loves his missus? Or her money.
(SQUEAKING AND CLATTERING) It's all set to go.
Oh, darls! This is where we spent our honeymoon! Yeah.
Steel plate's 10 mil.
MAN: Yep.
70 mil concrete - that's the back.
Same in the front.
Right, we've gotta get this thing up Gamma radiation unit.
Exposure time 20 minutes.
Whatever's closest to the film is where we get the best diffraction.
Let's just hope the tumbler's are clearly defined.
Never heard of this being done.
Neither have I.
MAN: The view at Dyson's house is clean.
SAUNDERS: What's the joint like? Oh, it's pretty ordinary.
Two-bedroom weatherboard, average content, modern appliances.
One double bed, two single beds.
Right.
Cupboards full of health shit.
He's into body building in a big way.
Place is full of trophies and certificates.
And he's a black belt.
Oh, yeah? Who's he live with? Uh, on his own.
His mum's in a retirement village.
Family seems pretty close.
There's photos of his mum all over the joint.
His mummy, eh? Mrs Arthur's here.
I'll need you in a minute.
OK.
Mrs Arthur, it's good of you to come in.
I'm Inspector Murdoch.
Uh, we'll try and make this as painless as possible.
Still a bit chilly out, isn't it? Oh, Detective Howie will look after you.
Good evening, Mrs Arthur.
If you could just come over here How's the investigation going? Uh, as well as can be expected, uh, at this stage.
Uh, I thought Hi, Bet.
Andrew.
How are you? Good, good.
How you feeling? Not the best.
Have you found the men who attacked me? This young detective's being very cagey.
(CHUCKLES) Well, we are making quite a bit of progress.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to be cagey too, Betty.
It's best we don't discuss it while you're in here.
But you coming in's gonna help us no end.
So, good onya.
I'll leave you with Bob here.
Bob? Look, mate, um, I wanna try something.
Can you, um, make sure Betty doesn't get too interested in what's going down my end? No worries.
Alright? Good man.
Ah.
Looks like you could use a bit of a break, mate.
What for? Stretch the old legs.
You want a cup of coffee? Yeah.
How do you have it? Um, white, one.
OK, out here.
You want a squirt? No, I'm right, thanks.
Uh, just park yourself here, mate.
Ta.
You wanna smoke, go for it.
BETTY: It was gold.
It's got five sapphires.
There's an inscription on the inside - "To Elizabeth".
Uh, yes, we have got that one down on the list It's not here.
No.
James's grandmother gave it to me.
There's actually very little jewellery here, Mrs Arthur.
Perhaps we could concentrate on what is here.
Um Uh, look, I tell you what - I'II, uh We'll get a cup of tea and have a bit of a break.
(SOBS) Uh, I think we'll be right, mate.
I'm just getting her a cup of tea.
Good onya, pal.
OK, mate.
Time.
Over there, mate.
She's a bit shaky.
Is that for Betty? Yeah.
Mind if I give it to her? No problem.
Hi, Betty.
(SIGHS) How you doing? I'm doing real good.
(SOBS) DYSON: Who was the old duck? Well, mate, she's lucky to be walking.
Someone flogged her something bloody fierce.
You're kidding.
She fell prey to those maggots who reckon they're real men.
Be about the same age as your mum and my mum.
I reckon, eh? Jeez, imagine that, mate.
Just about to go to bed, couple of mongrels come through your door.
One's got a baseball bat.
He uses it on the old man, then he rapes the old lady with it.
You're joking.
She's a brave old duck.
What'd you do if someone done that to your mum? Neck the prick.
Trouble is, too many people protecting maggots like that.
Mate, I know this isn't your go, but we got enough to charge you with this.
But I reckon you'd be more like the type of bloke who'd neck the pricks that done it, eh? You're just as bad as them, mate, 'cause you're covering for them.
You're taking the bloody heat for them.
Dunno why the hell you're doing it.
Maybe you'll beat it.
I don't really give a shit if you do.
Maybe, just maybe, you might be able to convince a jury that you wouldn't savage oldies.
Maybe the real pricks'll give themselves up.
Lot of bloody maybes, though, isn't it, mate? You done nothing wrong by me.
I got no reason to dislike you.
But you're bloody going for this, pal.
You're going for it 'cause you're all we bloody got.
Listen! Now, I never flogged nobody that wasn't trying to flog me first! (GRUNTS) (SOBS) Sure.
I knew the gear was hot.
I didn't ask Rhys no questions.
OK.
Tell you what I'll do - I won't get you outta this shit, but I will help you to help yourself, right? OK.
What we gotta do here is get a few details right.
Then we'll turn on the old tape recorder.
Is that alright with you, buddy? OK.
Gapes have gotta line up that gap there to slip the bolt.
It's just a question of counting the teeth, if you can see them.
Bit fuzzy.
Be hit-and-miss, I think.
CAROL: He's thinking of safebreaking as a new career path.
Oh, pays better.
And the hours aren't as long.
By the way, fingerprints found a partial print on the front-door key.
Two ridges - not enough for court.
I'm trying to match up scratches on it from the locking mechanism.
So, what else did you find at the safe house? Glorious black gunk and bits of diatomaceous earth.
(BIRDS TWEET) Goose'll be very pleased.
Where was it? One of the rugs.
None in the actual house.
They walked the dirt onto it at the victim's house.
We're fairly certain your crooks didn't set foot in the safe house.
It makes sense.
I wouldn't trust ag burglars as far as I could throw them.
(CLANG) Phew.
Open sesame.
I am impressed, you clever, clever man.
Wish it was a bigger safe.
(CHUCKLES) I spy James's stamps.
So much heartache for such ugly, little, glum bits of paper.
Mm-hm.
17-11-52-40.
Have you got his personal items? Yep.
Oh.
If he hasn't memorised it, it might be in here.
Yeah, Peter.
Listen, the combination for the safe is 17-11-52-40.
See what you can do with it, will you? Just a lot of small change.
More than I earn in a month.
How you going? Yep, righto.
I'll see you soon.
(HANGS UP) Goose, I'm impressed.
You don't happen to carry a condom? No - one dog, one bone.
Charlie? Don't tell the missus.
Mm-hm.
(CHUCKLES) Give me half an hour.
Matches the print on the glass.
You got a warrant to print this bloke, I'd say we got enough to go to court.
DARBY: Hey, Moon.
Guess what? Yeah? 17-11-52-40.
Yeah? It's his wife's birthday and age.
(SIGHS) How romantic.
Bingo.
Just the bedroom now, Mrs Rhys? (SIGHS) Will you leave, then? I don't believe how long this has taken.
Do you have the pair to this? Do you see a pair? Careful! You got a receipt for this? Well, if you haven't found it, I doubt there is one.
My husband bought it for me.
Were you with him when he bought it? It was a gift.
Do you know where he got it? How the hell would I know where he got it? Mind if I use your phone, Mrs Rhys? A rhetorical question, I assume.
FAITHFUL: Your wife can't seem to identify this item.
She's outside.
She'd like a word with you.
She's concerned about your welfare.
(DOOR OPENS) Excuse me, Mrs Rhys, would you mind coming in here a minute? Hello, darling.
Don't fucking 'darling' me.
You just fix it! FAITHFUL: Thanks, Mrs Rhys.
(CHUCKLES) Savage temper.
I don't like your chances.
(SIGHS) It's stolen.
Leave her out of it.
If you want your wife to walk, you better tell me about the burglars.
I've got to talk to you.
Mate, I'm all ears.
I need to go to the toilet.
Alright.
We'll do it your way.
Get your arms up.
I'm not wearing a wire.
If I talk, what kinda shape's the wife in? You tell me the story from the top, she walks free.
Trouble is, I got enough evidence to run both of you.
So, if you want her out of it, you better tell me something that I don't already know.
She knows nothing about any of this.
Convince me.
I don't deal direct with anyone.
I get notified after each burglary.
They tell me about a van.
I go and pick it up.
That's it.
Mate, that's OK for starters.
But you're starting to really piss me off.
Who's your contact? How do you pay? How do you arrange the pick-ups? Who's the organiser? What's the name of the ag burglars? Do I have to go on and on and on? This is a heavy scene! If I tell you who it is, she's dead, I'm dead! It's not just ag burgs here! That's just a fundraiser for something much bigger.
What are you saying? What are you talking about? Drug importation.
That's just between you and me.
You turn on that tape recorder, I'm not saying another fucking word.
Mate, you're pissing into the wind.
You want your wife to walk, you're gonna have to tip in about the receiving.
What about the drug importation? That's gotta be worth something! It means NOTHING to me without names.
You want a deal or not? (SIGHS) Importation? That's a different ball game.
You sure he's not just throwing you a curly one to get us to lay off? Well, he was under some duress.
Can you work on him? There's fear in his mind.
We're not gonna get past that.
I reckon we should put on the 'I'm satisfied' face, charge him, bail him, and then see if he runs to his organiser.
What about the wife? Possession's not gonna stick.
Oh, let's let them find out about that, eh? We may have put a stop to the ag burgs.
Mickey's been charged with receiving unlawful possession, then bailed.
That oughta please Chris.
I've had a word with Wallace.
Believe it or not, upstairs is happy.
Wally even kicked in 100 from the slush fund.
Well, I, uh I hope they're for green ones, boss.
Are you ready to talk to me now? Start the tape.
Let's get this over and done with.
Well, there's a fair bit to cover.
It might take Let's get on with it.
Well, to start with, Mr Rhys, there was a combination safe found at the house I don't know anything about it.
You deny know That's right.
No comment.
You deny knowledge of the safe? That's right.
Can you explain how the combination for that safe happens to be your wife's birthday? Must be a coincidence.
The key to the safe house matches an indentation on a condom that was found in your wallet.
So, how did that happen? Another coincidence? Alright, the key is mine.
The safe's mine.
The whole goddamn house is mine.
Let's get on with this.
Record of interview between Detective Sergeant Peter Faithful and John Oscar Rhys, at the Major Crime Squad offices, resumes at 11:36pm.
Also present, Senior Detective Luciano.
Mr Rhys, if you wouldn't mind, I'd just like to take your mind back.
Would you mind explaining what happens to me? At this point, we're making further inquiries in relation to the matter.
I've had it with you people.
Do I run the risk of being gunned down if I walk out? Just a couple of formalities to complete on the way out.
Mrs Rhys Oh, what a pain in the bloody arse.
Wonder if the media's still downstairs.
WOMAN OVER POLICE RADIO: Dyson's affecting his getaway in a Silver Top.
Left indicator on, moving into number-two lane.
Don't lose him.
I got a lot riding on that bastard.
Yep.
Keep in touch.
Now that we're talking drugs, you wanna know anything from now on, you ask me.
Where Mickey goes, who he sees - any little thing, you gotta kiss my tootsies.
Is there anywhere else that I can kiss you? We'll talk about that when we get home.
Well, Rhys's beakeroony just whacked up 10 grand bail.
He's off home to see his little dove now.
Don't reckon he'd do much good tonight, though.
(ALL CHUCKLE, CHEER) They made a mistake, boss.
They gave us two dozen heavy.
You wouldn't have twisted their arm, would you, Detective? Nah.
What are we gonna do about it? I don't know what you're gonna do about it, but I'm gonna get rid of the evidence.
BOTH: Hey! (ALL LAUGH)