Underbelly Files: Tell Them Lucifer Was Here

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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, shit. 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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