Underbelly Files: The Man Who Got Away

Wild thing, you make my heart sing.

And nowhere's David with Channel

Nine's junior news bulletin.

Space-mad kids round thecountry stayed in and watched

their TV sets today as the first broadcast

from Apollo 7 went to air.

What a lot of kids don't know about the mission

is Walter Schirra, its commander,

was a keen pilot even as a boy, and was

already able to fly his father'saeroplane at the age of 15.

That's him, David McMillan.

Golden boy, the kid most likely.

His daddy a war hero, hismum a glamorous socialite.

It's a pity they didn't botherto pull his pants down and take

a strap to the cheeky bugger.

The lesson from Captain Schirra

is, if you want to achievesomething, start young.

He could have been anything.

By his 22nd birthday, he'd made a million.

But it wasn't through honest sweat.

It was the white stuff, heroin.

That's how come he wound uphere, the notorious Bangkok

Hilton, facing a firing squad.

Beats me why Australia ever didaway with the death penalty.

Would have saved us all a hell a lot of trouble

if we just strung them up.

Mind you, it would havemeant catching him first.

And when it came to ourDavid, that turned out easier

said than done.

It's a jungle out there.

What have we got here?

An admiral Bakelite radio, 1947.

I collect them.

Hmm.

Never known Bakelite to smell like that.

Resinous.

You're living in Caulfield?

Where do you go to school?

Caulfield Grammar.

It's just around the corner from my mum's.

Yeah, my nephew's just started there.

Good school?

Brilliant.

It's a good choice.

I should open your radio up, son, find out

where that smell's comingfrom, but I don't wanna be

the bloke who ruins your life.

Now, you get outta here.

And you remember, this sort of nonsense,

you don't usually get second chances.

Youthink this little smart arse

learned his lesson?

Bullshit he did.

And get a bloody haircut.

Ittook more than a soft customs

officer to transform DavidMcMillan from golden boy

to heroin-dealing kingpin.

What you got on tonight, Clel?

Ragin' out?

Yeah, maybe.

Couple of guys from BoysNext Door are having a party.

Oh, they've got that lead singer.

What's his name again?

Nick Cave. Oh god, he's so rootable.

Good luck to you, love.

So, David, what are we thinking?

Layer it a bit?

Maybe short around the ears.

What do you think?

1972 was a great year, but let's move on, eh?

Harsh words.

If I were you, I'd cut thelot off and start from scratch.

Clelia!

All right, let's go short.

Suit yourself.

Clelia, right?

Beautiful name.

So I've heard.

I was wondering if I could buy you a drink,

so thank you for the advice.

You know, just becauseyou cut your hair doesn't

mean I'm gonna let you fuck me.

So what would it take?

Might see you around, then.

Rosie, where are you?

Ugh.

Hi.

Reggie's left me.

Ah.

Well, I'm sorry.

You don't care.

You never liked him.

Did like him.

I just didn't trust him.

I should've seen it coming.

I asked him to buy me a car last week.

Hmm.

He said yes far too quickly.

Come on, Mum.

You did do quite nicely out of poor old Reg.

Much better than the otherbloke you shacked up with.

And I earned every cent of it.

That man had the most dreadful halitosis.

Poor Rosie.

David, I really do need a new car.

The Rover's blowing so muchsmoke, it's embarrassing.

That should cover a deposit.

So how did you crack an invite to this place?

I met these guys from school.

Oh, yeah?

And you just stayed in touch, huh?

Uh, not quite.

You know, old school tie.

Let me get this straight.

We're crashing their party, and we're

intending to sell them drugs?

Yeah.

You think that's gonna be a problem?

No.

No, I don't. I'll see you later.

Clelia, hey.

Oh, what a coincidence.

Seeing you here.

Coincidence, right.

So I hear you're a drug dealer.

I don't know whether to bepleased that you asked after me

or annoyed that someone told you that.

Have you got any speed?

I'm a drug dealer, aren't I?

It's Dexedrine.

500 milligrams.

I was about to say, one's probably enough.

Do you have more of this stuff?

Yeah, as much as you want.

You can be Carol McCoy.

- Scripts. - Mm-hmm.

With three repeats.

Carol suffers from narcolepsy,in case the chemist asks.

So the real Carol, is she your girlfriend?

There is no real Carol, andthat's not a radio, either.

Well, what is it?

A police scanner.

You're listening to cops?

Where do you get these?

This one I made myself.

It's just a hobby.

What are you, an evil criminal genius?

I don't know about the evil part.

Yeah, well, turn it on.

Any otherunits in the vicinity?

Approach with caution.

Offenders may be armed.

Far out.

Caulfield206, we can attend.

We're only a minute away.

Maybe I'll let you fuck me after all.

Shocking resolution, Pete.

You really need a new lens on that thing.

David, this is my friend Brian.

Just got out of Pentridge.

Armed robbery.

Pete's gonna put it on a t-shirt, aren't you?

My mate, the stick up man.

It's hitting the capitalistpigs where it hurts.

So, Pete, are you still looking for three?

I can do the lot for an even 1,500.

If it's the Ambassador, man, we're buying.

Wait, that's what?

1,500 for three ounces?

1,800 for three, but I'mgiving you a special price.

600 Australian dollars for one ounce of choof?

Man, I'm not about profit.

If you wanna turn on, I'm here to help,

but I gotta cover costs.

You think because I've been inside

I don't know what shit's worth?

You think I'm a mug?

No.

If you're not interested, there's

plenty of people who are.- Yeah, smart arse?

Well, what if I put a bullet in your face?

No, Brian, Brian, Brian, now, cool it!

Cool it, mate.

Brian, all right, it'sexpensive, the Ambassador,

because it's the shit, man.

Check it out.

It's-- it's fully imported from Nepal.

GEOFF LEYLAND : It's true.

Yeah, David's hash did come from the Far East,

the Far East Melbourne suburb of Mooroolbark,

where it was cooked up bya dentist called Neville.

And those sherpas do come a bloody long way.

Sherpas?

All right, fuck it.

I'll take the lot.

Patrick!

Hey, hey.

What's happened?

Pricks have changed my locks.

They've locked me out of my place.