Underbelly Files: Tell Them Lucifer Was Here

This is a sad and tragic

day for all Victoria.

It's a jobwhere you send them out to it.

There's always an elementof 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 Sundaywas going about their duties,

protecting the public of Victoria.

The officers weresearching 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 warnedthe killer is almost certain

to be desperate and dangerous.

Melbourne, 1998.

On a cold winter's nightin the suburb of Moorabbin,

two young policemen with everything to live for

were executed in cold blood.

This is the story of the hunt for their killers.

It's a jungle out there.

I recommend center half-forward.

I mean, everybody loves you, but you're

not under pressure to score abig bag of goals like the full

forward.

Then again, if you want the exercise,

you could always be an on-baller.

I mean, those blokesmust run 10 miles a game.

Basically, it comes down to size, mate.

If you're 6'3 and I've gotthe 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.

Ah, now, now, Mum, don'tgo getting ideas in his head.

Oh.

You really have to work tonight?

Well, show me how to lightthe 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?

OK, listen up.

I'm Mark Butterworth, armed robbery squad.

Welcome to operation Hamada.

Tonight, you good and soberpolicemen of C District

are gonna help us catch twovery bad crooks, who've been

running wild for seven years.

It all started on a Friday night.

Get on the ground!

Put your fucking money!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, pantyhose,

baseball caps, et cetera.

Face down, hands behind your back!

Get down there now!

Get on the fucking ground!

Job one, they lifted sevengrand, and in the process

put the fear of God into the staff.

Yeah, not if they're Buddhists, Mark.

Buddhist don't believe in God.

Thanks for that nugget, Sergeant Silk.

During the next threeyears, they struck 28 times

that we know of.

If 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, tiepeople up with duct tape,

scare 'em shitless.

Ha!

What have we got here?

Let's see how Vietnamese tick.

Months ago, they hit theGreen 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 'e Lucifer was here.

Law of averages, they'redue to strike this weekend.

So you lot are gonna spend your Saturday

night staking out theseestablishments 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?

No, think they went for a deal.

Eastern European, Lebanese.

Remind me to an intel report later, eh?

Hmm.

Sorry I didn't mention it.

How's the new bub?

Brilliant.

Just--

Yeah?

You ought to try it.

I don't think I've metthe mother of my kids yet.

Really?

A man with your style?

I mean, I thought you'd beknocking them off with a stick.

Mate, I carry two stickswith me at all times.

Oh, bugger.

Looks like we're out of luck.

What do you wanna do?

Do you wanna take early markor lend a hand elsewhere?

You know me, Gary.

I live to serve.

You boys getting lonely?

Hey, you catch the final score, Frankie?

You owe me $10.

35 points, eh?

Hey, there's another entrancefrom the underground car park.

Anything could be going on down there.

Sounds like us.

All right, sayonara, ladies.

All righty.

Wanna see his picture?

Oh, look at this one.

Hey, look at him.

Gets his looks for his mum.

Yeah?

I didn't realize 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.

You get 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 have been our guys.

Look, maybe not.

Maybe our guys are back atthe Silky Emperor right now.

Come on, let it go, Rod.

Let's just go back and check it out.

Is that barbecue pork I can smell?

Jeez, I'm hungry, mate.

Frank, shut up.

Oh, shit.

He's back for a second go.

No, 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-colored 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 justturned 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?

Jesus, Frank, they're shooting at 'em!

Moorabbin 403, shots fired in Moorabbin.

Shots fired in Moorabbin.

Repeat, shots fired inCochranes Road, Moorabbin.

Please acknowledge.

Moorabbin 403.

Repeat please.

Did you say shots fired?

Christ, he's dead.

Where's Rod?

Roddy?

Rod!

Rod Miller!

Oh, shit.

His gun's still in the holster.

Maybe they took him.

Moorabbin 403, we got onemember down, one member missing.

So where'd Rod Miller?

I want him bloody found!

Moorabbin406, we have possibly

a dark-colored small car.

Oi, over here!

He's over here!

Help.

Can't breathe.

Fucked.

I'm gonna die. You're not gonna die.

You're gonna be fine, mate.

There was two of them.

One was-- one was on foot.

Six foot.

Chequered shirt.

Uh-huh.

Dark Hyundai.

Right.

Cheltenham 206.