Underbelly Files: Infiltration Page #2

meal allowance in Griffith.

Roger, you said so yourself, alright

- the clock is ticking.

We've got a two-year statutory

life. We're already eight months in.

This is our one chance.

Now, I just have to find another angle in.

I'm sorry, but I don't think so. No.

Can we clean up those marijuana babies?

Yep. Waiting to speak to the local DI now.

I thought we'd dummy up a drug

raid, arm's length from us,

you know, local boys and

girls acting on local intel.

I'll concoct something.

Good. That's exactly

what Colin and I thought.

If the N'Drangheta get a whiff of us now,

they'll go absolutely to ground.

Good call.

Griffith's lovely this

time of year, isn't it?

Oh, Inspector Davis, hello.

Squirrels, who's up

for showing Collie-Wol

the sights and delights of Griffith?

I've had a gutful of the dump.

I've got an appointment

with my gynaecologist.

Yeah, if you promise

Roger won't sh*t himself.

Fools rush in. right?

Colin, I'm sorry.

You've offered no tangible justification

for the outlay in TAs and MAs

in excess of those already

allocated against Griffith.

Whatever, Roger. We're here, mate.

Antonio was told that the

marijuana babies were busted.

He's very angry.

Very angry's good. We might unsettle him.

Watch yourselves. Thanks, Sandra.

Antonio Russo's humble abode.

Here he comes, the man himself.

Local palace of dreams.

Eau de stale beer.

Yeah, I remember that cigarette

smell from six months ago too.

Two G&Ts, please.

Our lucky day. 11 o'clock, two tables

pushed together, the dirty dozen.

Let's squirrel, squirrel.

A local f***ing uniform

copper found the stuff.

OK.

Carlo Ricci. Rosario Torcaso.

Antonio Russo

- the prize.

The man who had to come

up with a new business plan

before the family looked for a new boss.

Colin knew it was a golden opportunity.

But without being family.

Without being blood.

How coud he even start a conversation?

There you go. Grazie.

Come here, come here.

I've got something for you.

What you got for me?

You put your little hand here.

But if you win, you share with me.

I know what he wants to

share with you, sweetheart.

I've had a vision, so go

with me. Just stay here.

Excuse me, has anyone

played this one recently?

No.

Beauty.

See, I've got this theory

that these are programmed to pay

out after a period of inactivity.

A scientific theory, of course.

There's no system. Trust me.

I do know the people who

own these machines, though.

Oh.

They're sitting over there if you

wanna complain, but I wouldn't.

Nah. It's a quick-and-the-dead

world these days.

Make a dollar any way you can.

It's thirsty work, this.

What are you drinking?

Rum.

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