Underbelly Files: Tell Them Lucifer Was Here

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This is a sad and tragic

day for all Victorians.

It's a job where you send them out to it.

But there's alw ays an element of danger.

However. You just expect

them to come home again.

And on this occasion they didn't.

All they were doing in

the early hours of Sunday

was going about their duties.

Protecting the public of Victoria.

The officers were

searching for armed robbers

as part of a special operation

when they were gunned

down in suburban Moorabbin

just after 12:
30 this morning.

Mr Comrie described the murders

as a shocking attack on law and order

by desperate and dangerous people.

Police have w arned

the killer is almost certain

to be desperate and dangerous.

Melbourne. 1998.

On a cold winter's night

in the suburb of Moorabbin.

Two young policemen with

everything to live for

were ex ecuted in cold blood.

This is the story of the

hunt for their killers.

It's a jungle out there.

I recommend centre half-forward.

I mean, everybody loves you,

but you're not under pressure to score

a big bag of goals like the full-forward.

Then again, if you want the exercise,

you could always be an on-baller.

Those blokes must run 10 miles a game.

Basically, it comes down to size, mate.

And if you're 6'3" and I've got the

Richmond scout knocking on my door,

I'm gonna say, "My son,

Jimmy, is a key position man. "

Shame if James wants

to be a ballet dancer.

Now, now, Mum. Don't go

getting ideas in his head.

Oh! You really have

to work tonight? Mm-hm.

Oh. Well, show me how to light

the pilot light before you go.

I'll do it. I should know how to do it.

And what do you think I'm here for? Hmm?

Oh, look at him.

OK, listen up. I'm Mark

Butterworth, Armed Robbery Squad.

Welcome to Operation Hamada.

Tonight you good and sober

policemen of C District

are gonna help us catch

two very bad crooks

who've been running wild for seven years.

Open the till. Open the till. Pull it out.

There were two of them, wearing masks -

presidents Nixon and Reagan.

Although they also do

gorillas, balaclavas,

pantihose, baseball caps, etc.

Face down! Hands behind your back!

Get down there now!

Get on the f***ing ground!

Job one, they lifted seven grand

and in the process, put the

fear of God into the staff.

Yeah, not if they're Buddhists,

Mark. Buddhists don't believe in God.

Thanks for that nugget, Sergeant Silk.

During the next three years, they

struck 28 times that we know of.

Is this all there is? Huh?

Well, you'd better

raise your prices, mate.

Then they went quiet for some reason,

and three years later, they are back.

Same MO

- they strike late,

tie people up with duct

tape, scare 'em shitless.

Ha! What have we got here?

Let's see how Vietnamese tick.

A month ago, they hit the

Green Papaya in Surrey Hills.

Very interesting.

The older bloke, the talker,

he gave the manager a message for us.

When the cops turn up,

tell them Lucifer was here.

Law of averages, they're

due to strike this weekend,

so you lot are gonna

spend your Saturday night

staking out these

establishments in case they do.

It's a miracle Lucifer and his

mate haven't killed anybody yet.

We don't stop them, then they surely will.

Couple of crooks in there,

stuffing their ugly faces.

What, our guys?

Nah. I think they're waiting for

a deal. Eastern European, Lebanese.

Remind me to do an intel report later, eh?

Hmm.

Mmm, sorry in didn't mention it

- how's the new bub?

Brilliant. Just... Yeah. Yeah?

You ought to try it.

Ha! I don't think I've met

the mother of my kids yet.

Really? A man with your style?

I mean, I thought you'd be

knocking them off with a stick.

Mate, I carry two sticks

on me at all times.

Oh, bugger. Looks like we're out of luck.

What do you want to do, take an

early mark or lend a hand elsewhere?

You know me, Gary.

I live to serve.

You boys get lonely?

Hey, you catch the final score,

Frankie? You owe me 10 bucks.

Yeah, 35 points, eh?

Hey, there's another entrance

from the underground car park.

Anything could be going on down there.

Sounds like us. Alright. Sayonara, ladies.

Alrighty.

Want to see his picture?

Oh, look at this one.

Hey, look at him.

Gets his looks from his mum. Yeah.

I didn't realise Carmel was bald.

Gentlemen, we've got company.

Moorabbin 403. You boys need a hand?

Moorabbin 403, stay where you are.

Come on, it's gotta be our guys.

Got the rego, Gary? Negative.

Can't get close enough.

They must be running on rocket fuel.

404 to 403, they've given us

the slip. We're heading back.

It must've been our guys. Look, maybe not.

Maybe our guys are back at

the Silky Emperor right now.

Come on, let it go, Rod.

Let's go back and check it out.

Is that barbecue pork I can smell?

Jeez, I'm hungry, mate.

Hey, Frank.

Shut up.

Oh, sh*t. He's back for a second go.

Nuh, that's a different car.

It's the same bloody Honda, Frank.

Mate, that is a Hyundai.

Moorabbin 403 to Moorabbin 404,

there is a dark-coloured

Hyundai coming down the ramp.

Heads up, boys.

Look how slow this guy's going.

He's on the prowl for sure.

Give them a hand?

If they want our help,

they'll ask for it, mate.

404 to 403, we've just

turned into Cochranes Road.

Looks like a single occupant.

We're gonna pull him over.

Twiddle our thumbs, then.

Yep, single occupant.

Not our night.

G'day, mate. How are you?

Oh, Jesus!

Frank, they're shooting at 'em.

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