He was suspected in the shooting attack on Carl Williams that really started the gangland war, and in return, Williams is suspected of wounding him several years later. However, with his casting in Underbelly, things seem to be picking up for him.
Not the dead-ringer for his real life counterpart that Colosimo and Grantley are, but not a bad likeness, either. Mark Moran Mark Moran was the quieter relatively speaking half brother of Jason Moran, and while he kept a much lower profile, he was said to be just as ruthless. His end also came a lot quicker in the Melbourne gang wars.
Things seem to be looking up for him with this role, after a long rehabilitation process following that incident. Again, like Les Hill, not a massive likeness for Moran, but early reviews have him getting the mood for the character perfectly. Mario Condello Condello was a lawyer who became as corrupt as the criminals he once defended. Intensely close to the Carlton crew and more adept and directing crime than committing it, his involvement ultimately led to his trial for attempted murder, but his own murder brought that trial to an end.
A pretty-good likeness for the real figure. And for a time, he was even a free man, having fled Australia in during his trial for cocaine dealing. But that freedom was fleeting after his high-profile arrest in Greece last year. Still in jail in that country, his future is uncertain. The usually suave Mammone is only a basic likeness for Mokbel, but apparently he put on 15kg for the role to get into character.
Despite having a string of convictions and serving jail time for offenses including burglary, assaulting police and illegal firearms, he is currently a free man and likely to stay that way unless he does something really stupid. Best known for a restaurant shoot out that led to murder charges. He was ultimately found not guilty on the grounds of self defense, a judgement that still has some police seething. Simon Westaway As a former cop, best known for playing cops on TV, it must be interesting for Simon Westaway to be turning to the other side of the law, playing the definitely shady, but obviously clever Gatto.
Familar in the past for his suave and dark-haired good looks, Westaway turns in a chameleonic performance here, looking much older, and with a grey, receding hairline — a good resemblence for Gatto.
Mick was probably impressed, as he was the only figure in this story in any position to provide technical advice to the production. Lewis Moran A veteran of the Melbourne crime scene, Lewis Moran was the patriarch of a crime clan starring his son Jason and stepson Mark.
His shooting death in was the most public of all the gangland war murders, and caused police to seriously ramp up their efforts to end the spree. Harrington is best known for his comedic role in the successful feature The Dish as layback Dish technician Mitch. Not a massive likeness for Moran, but he should have the acting chops and create the right mood to pull it off. He lived through several gang wars and saw a lot of friends or associates die by the bullet before he met his end the same way in Gerard Kennedy Kinniburgh is played by TV legend Gerard Kennedy, another actor best known for his work in police dramas.
Put simply, he was a hitman for Carl Williams, and is personally believed to have committed a number of the murders during the war. He met his end equally violently, and even more controversially.
So this will be a big change for him — and he seems to bear a pretty good resemblance to Veniamin. Judy Moran As the matriarch of the Moran clan, Judy Moran was one tough lady, always involved but never directly implicated in the activities of her husband and children. While some say he was the puppet-master, police lacked evidence of his involvement, at least initially.
Two police investigations into him failed, but a third, Operation Kayak, set up in , began to track the activities of the massive drug dealer. It would be a trusted insider who worked as a police informer who would destroy him.
The informer, who would flee the country only to be arrested, much later, in Amsterdam in late became an ethical standards department source and helped expose corruption within the drug squad. The extremely persuasive informer was a born con man turned gifted double agent.
He had 30 aliases, and was one of the biggest drug movers in Melbourne. After he was arrested with two kilograms of cocaine in August , he agreed to turn informer and became an enthusiastic double agent. First there was his fake, or pseudo, ecstasy business. Using locally produced amphetamines mixed with other available drugs, he pressed millions of tablets. Still not satisfied at quadrupling his money, he would sometimes crush the pills and re-press them at half-strength to double his profits.
In late , the informer said, Mokbel was part of a team importing , ecstasy tablets although he said his normal shipments were around 75, tablets. The load arrived in a container ship and cleared Melbourne docks just before Christmas. Around the same time, Mokbel wanted to open a licensed restaurant under his own name but his criminal record was a slight problem. He tried to use high profile referees. For one of them, it was a ticking time bomb that would blow up seven years later. Kelvin Thomson said he could not recall meeting Mokbel.
Another referee for the application was former drug squad detective Ray Dole, who was then the liquor licensing sergeant for Brunswick. It is not known if it landed. For Mokbel, it was a glorified Christmas club account. In August , Mokbel was finally arrested over importing barrels of the chemical ephedrine to make an estimated 40 million amphetamine-based pseudo-ecstasy tablets. The battler from Moreland High had turned himself into the equal of a multi-national corporation.
The case against Mokbel and several other major drug investigations, were compromised when a small group of drug squad detectives were found to be corrupt. The men whose word would have to be believed by juries were themselves facing charges or had already been convicted. But in the Mokbel case it must have been a close decision.
Mokbel spoke to an informer about the shipment, not only declaring when it arrived, but providing a sample that proved to be identical with the container load of chemicals. It was clearly a Mokbel-run operation. But the key witness — the high-flyer, who had flown overseas — would not be found to give evidence until much later. While police lost their main case, separate charges of trafficking ecstasy tablets, and trafficking amphetamines and cocaine remained. His business assets were frozen after his arrest and were managed by the National Australia Bank, which had loaned him millions for his questionable property developments.
Rent money or not, it was a compelling case. Even his lawyers advised him to plead guilty to get a reduced sentence. But the punter was keen to back the long shot. Mokbel knew that many big drug cases had been delayed because some drug squad detectives had been charged with corruption. He pleaded not guilty and in was bailed after twelve months in jail. He was to report twice daily at a local police station, but at one stage had the conditions altered so he could take his children to Gold Coast theme parks.
Naturally, he stayed at his own idea of an adventure playground, Jupiters Casino. Two of the police involved in Operation Kayak, Stephen Paton and Malcolm Rosenes, were later jailed over drug trafficking charges. Rosenes bought some of his drugs, through an informer, from Tony Mokbel.
During the long court delays, Mokbel informally approached detectives offering a deal. He would plead guilty and guarantee two other drug dealers would also plead if they received only two years each. Then, he explained, all those nasty corruption allegations would disappear. It would be business as usual. But there were no deals and one of the traffickers was sentenced to five years and the second to eleven.
During the trial, Mokbel remained relaxed — even to the point of appearing cocky — a puzzling performance considering his defence veered from ludicrous to laughable.
Certainly there were rumours that Mokbel had bought a juror, an allegation almost certainly put about by the accused man himself in a bid to abort the trial. But with the trial close to complete, Mokbel looked a beaten man.
Either he knew his dream run was over or he had learned even more disturbing news: Tony Mokbel, the hands-off drug dealer, was under investigation for murder by the Purana gangland taskforce.
Mokbel was given copies of statements that confirmed he was a main target of the Purana taskforce over his role in underworld killings. The statements were not from a bit player who could easily be discredited, they were from a hit man who claimed Mokbel was the eye of the underworld storm. The hit man known as The Runner worked for Carl Williams but he also told police he was employed by Mokbel. After a period of time Tony became part of our crew; we used to eat together and occasionally drink alcohol.
I was working in the kitchen at the time and used to smuggle food out for Tony as he loved his food. I helped Tony with a dispute he had with another prisoner. The mobile was later found by guards outside Penhyine unit near one of the cell windows. Tony told me later that he had thrown the phone out the window as he heard the guards were doing a search.
But it was no wine and cheese club. He gave information that showed how Mokbel tried to pull stings without getting his hands dirty. He made clear that he wanted to exact revenge on whoever was responsible.
But The Runner was understandably wary. This time he wanted a serious down payment. The statements against Mokbel were part of the brief of evidence against Williams and were, quite properly, handed to his defence team. Police would later claim in court the statements were then, quite improperly, handed to Mokbel by one of his many lawyers, the glamorous Zarah Garde-Wilson. If charged and convicted of a gangland murder, he was facing life with no minimum.
But they did not tell Justice Gillard that the accused had just learnt he had become a Purana target and was facing imminent murder charges.
If they had, perhaps the judge would have placed him in custody. As it was he would have revoked bail when he began his charge to the jury early the following week.
But if police suspected he was about to flee, they did not have hard evidence. If they had, they would have told Justice Gillard or, at the very least, put Mokbel under surveillance. They did neither.
There has been much implied criticism of Justice Gillard for not revoking bail, but in reality he was given no reason to take that step. Mokbel must have sat in court on that Friday, knowing that if his bail was cancelled, it may have been his last moment as a free man. Facing inevitable conviction on the drug charges, he would have been out of the way as Purana investigators worked on their murder case against him.
Then he would have been charged again and again and would have faced jail for the rest of his life. But the Crown did not back up its claim — police were nowhere near ready to charge Mokbel with murder and had no evidence he planned to flee. At the end of the court day, he was free to go. So he went … as far as he possibly could.
There was only a small window of opportunity and Fat Tony slipped through it. He was confident that those left behind would continue his drug business and he could take on the role of absentee landlord. Over the previous few years he had secretly moved money overseas and was ready to go. He left his three mobile phones, his regular girlfriend, his frozen assets, his city apartment and his high public profile and vanished.
Without a client, his legal team, led by Con Heliotis, withdrew. But as all evidence had already been led, Justice Gillard allowed the case to run. Mokbel was found guilty of drug trafficking and sentenced in his absence to a minimum of nine years jail.
They went to jail knowing they would be rewarded when they were released and their families would be cared for while they were inside. But the Purana gangland taskforce started to work on some of the players, reminding them that this time there would be no reward on release because they might stay in jail until they came out in a cheap coffin or were ready for a nursing home. Professional hit men were likely to be sentenced to life with no minimum. And, for the first time, prosecutors were prepared to cut deals with trigger men.
The Journeyman was the equivalent of a washed-up boxer who refused to retire. He was the product of a third-generation criminal family and connected with at least six killings. He once shot an unarmed policeman during a bank robbery and was a key figure in a vicious war inside Pentridge prison. Violent, manipulative and an underworld tactician, he presented during the gangland underworld war as an expert who was quoted in the media as a retired practitioner turned crime historian.
But behind the scenes he could not bear the thought of being left behind. He wanted to be a part of it and jumped in. There is little chance he will ever reform. Put simply, he is no good. That is, except to the Purana taskforce. But after fighting the first case, he had a change of heart and pleaded guilty to the murder of Lewis Moran, shot dead in the Brunswick Club in Sydney Road on 31 March The Journeyman usually persuaded someone close to him to take the fall.
He repeatedly managed to paint himself as an unfortunate who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when shots were fired. But this time he knew he was trapped.
In sentencing him to a minimum term of nineteen years, rather than life with no minimum, Justice Teague opened himself to critics claiming the sentence was under the odds.
Surely a career killer who was prepared to murder for cash should be jailed for the rest of his life? The Journeyman, then 53, was an old-style gangster who would not have survived a lifetime of crime without being able to sniff the wind. For instance, once when he had been suspected for a murder committed during a robbery, he was left a short message by a homicide squad detective. The message was: Come to the homicide squad to be interviewed or risk having the armed robbery squad shoot you in bed for resisting arrest.
The next day at 9am, he was at the St Kilda Road crime department complex, freshly showered and well-dressed, ready to be interviewed. He felt safer there. Soon, four men were charged over the armed robbery and murder. According to police, The Journeyman used his own form of plea bargaining. He gave one of his co-accused a simple choice: plead guilty or die. The man pleaded guilty. The other three were then able to blame the guilty man for the murder and The Journeyman was sentenced to thirteen years for the armed robbery, but was not convicted of murder.
Until now. Earlier in , he asked Purana detectives to visit him in jail. He was ready to talk. This does not mean he suddenly found morality and remorse that had evaded him all his life; he just knew that if he remained silent, they would throw away the key. By cutting a deal with the prosecution to give evidence against long-time associates in gangland murder trials — and providing new leads on others yet to be charged — he gave himself a chance of walking out of jail an old, but free, man.
With time served, he could be 71 when released. More importantly, he would not have to do his jail time in hour solitary confinement. For police, the idea of allowing The Journeyman to dodge the rest of his life in jail must have been repugnant. He had once shot a policeman and had lied and cheated to save himself for years.
It was a move that brought an unexpected dividend. After he was sentenced, The Journeyman confessed to a senior Purana detective that he had carried out another gangland murder — calmly dropping the bombshell that police were allegedly directly linked to an organised crime hit.
His allegations were serious enough for a special taskforce to be set up to investigate his claims, which ultimately led to the explosive public hearings by the Office of Police Integrity in November that resulted in the disgrace of an assistant commissioner and a senior public servant, and internal divisions in the powerful police union.
But that was later. The Journeyman came to the negotiating table with another powerful bargaining chip. It is now unlikely he will ever collect his debt. To some people, life is not as sacred as it should be. Police were confident they could make a case against Mokbel for murder. But they had to find him first. Others have also turned. One Melbourne gang built on unquestioned loyalty and drug money has been destroyed.
One of their hit men is dead, three have been jailed and other key figures are believed to be co-operating with police. There can be no doubt that underworld solidarity has ruptured. Purana detectives and homicide investigators claim they have laid charges or have made inroads in seventeen recent underworld killings. They say that in seven cases, the gunmen responsible were later themselves killed in the underworld feud. His asset base was frozen, his brothers jailed, he was under investigation for murder and he had a nineyear jail sentence waiting for him.
And he was losing his hair. But he had another powerful enemy — a man he had never met. And this Melbourne man controlled one of the most feared gangs in Australia. His name was Peter Costello, then the Treasurer of Australia and ultimate overseer of the tax department.
But instead of jail and certain financial ruin, the dealer was able to cut a deal. To the drug dealer, it was loose change. To the tax department, it was money in the bank. Many police considered tax officials to be revenue raisers rather than law enforcement officers, more interested in money than morality. With a few notable exceptions, it seemed, the pen pushers were reluctant to take on the drug pushers.
Complex laws, which at times protected wealthy criminals who could afford to pay experts to conceal their wealth, did not help.
The tax office has traditionally pursued professional groups, the self-employed and small businesses, often choosing to ignore those who make their money through more nefarious means. On purely financial terms it makes sense. It is harder, and sometimes more risky, to track the assets of serious criminals than those of doctors, plumbers or schoolteachers.
But, in , Treasurer Costello began to show obvious frustration at the underworld war that had broken out in his hometown. We stand ready, anxious to assist. Costello told the authors soon after Mokbel fled that investigators and police would work together to nail gangsters.
Let us hope that they are hit even harder under the criminal law. He was released from jail after serving seven years, six months and fifteen days, a broken and sick man. Syphilis can do that — even to seemingly tough guy gangsters. It would seem Al had needed a condom more than a bullet proof vest. Many criminals see jail as an occupational hazard. They view it the way a farmer sees drought — nasty, but at times unavoidable. The main aim is never to lose the farm.
While arrests bring headlines, it is the methodical finding, freezing and seizing of assets that permanently damages organised crime groups.
While the Victorian Government introduced tough new asset seizure laws, financial and legal advisers urged their gangster clients to put their investments in the names of trusted family members. Police say they will work with the Tax Office to chase the money that in some cases has been hidden for years. The difference is that police are now employing specialists to identify the hidden assets of organised crime figures so that the tax office will receive detailed information on people that were previously undetected.
Up to 32 lawyers, forensic accountants, analysts and administrators have joined specialist units and the Victoria Police criminal proceeds squad to track the finances of organised crime suspects and police have pledged to set up three Purana-like taskforces.
In addition, they can be ordered to pay back taxes, be hit with punitive double taxes and face a punishing interest bill. Take the money and the trinkets and he would just be a former milk bar owner with a wig. It can take the form of hidden cash, jewellery and luxury cars, as well as real estate.
Yet Mokbel tried to cry poor. He launched a failed court appeal to try to free assets frozen by police, saying he did not have enough money to support his lifestyle and to pay his lawyers. Michael Marshall sold hot dogs for a living. Title documents show it had taken the surgeon many years to do the same thing. Saving lives does not pay nearly as well as ruining them. Willie Thompson supposedly sold lollipops to nightclubs until he was shot dead in his expensive Honda sports car in Chadstone in July Jason Moran had no known occupation other than career gangster when he was shot dead in Essendon North in June He was an unemployed pastry chef at the time.
Frank Benvenuto was shot dead outside his Beaumaris house in May Police say that no matter how well business is going, many gangsters hate paying tax and will try to take on the system. In a celebrated case that changed tax law, a convicted heroin dealer successfully claimed a deduction for money he claimed was stolen during a raid. It is also illegal to claim bribes as a business expense. But Evans says it is still technically possible for a non-convicted criminal to make claims. For example, a hit man who was paid to kill could theoretically claim guns, bullets and disguises as legitimate business expenses.
The satirical image suggests that Mokbel, who described himself as a professional punter, would leave his favourite track, Flemington — from which he was banned — for Dubai, where he could punt on the camel races, among other events. He was said to have jumped on a ship using the same connections he used to import drugs from overseas: after all, if you can import container loads of chemicals, surely you can export one little Lebanese drug dealer?
Others had him driving north to be picked up by a luxury yacht. The more imaginative speculated that a high flyer like Tony would have escaped in a private jet. Bizarrely, it was claimed he had flying lessons at Essendon Airport while on bail.
One thing was certain: his passport had been surrendered when he was granted bail so there was no way he could have left through usual channels under his own name.
It sounded impressive but meant little as the international agency is nothing more than a bureaucratic clearing-house, not a global man-hunting outfit. For Interpol, the greatest risk of danger comes from a nasty paper cut while filing documents. Mokbel was just one more name among thousands of drug dealers, bail jumpers, armed robbers and murderers scattered around the world. There was a lot of disinformation around.
At one point police were told he was dead and had been buried in country Victoria. Then police looked for him at the Dubai races, convinced he could not resist the glamour of the international event. Some sections of the media breathlessly reported he had used an old escape route pioneered by the Moran clan, which came as a surprise to the surviving Morans, who had no idea of such a route. But they were wrong. It would now appear that Mokbel decided to run just days before he jumped bail.
He had planned to see out his drug trial and was prepared to do several years jail, believing his syndicate would continue to prosper under the guidance of loyal family and friends.
He would then emerge a slimmer, fitter multi-millionaire with his enemies in the underworld dead or jailed and his enemies in the police force retired or promoted to desk jobs. His enemies in the media would probably be in rehab. For a career drug dealer, jail time is like splinters to carpenters and drunks to barmen: an annoying occupational hazard. But when he learned just days before his trial was to end that he was in the frame for murder, the plan changed.
It was time to go, ready or not: he would just have to wing it before he could wing it. While police were calling on Interpol to scour the world and detectives and reporters were speculating on increasingly exotic escape theories, no one thought to have a good look closer to home. While everyone was assuming that Mokbel was an international man of mystery, he was shacked up less than kilometres from Melbourne in a modest farmhouse at Bonnie Doon owned by a subordinate and alleged syndicate drug courier.
From March until October the closest Mokbel got to Monte Carlo was when he snacked on a biscuit of the same name with his evening mug of Milo. Bonnie Doon locals say they believed a relative had been staying on the property in a caravan next to the main house. It must have seemed a world away from his Melbourne penthouse but it was a much better alternative than the cell that was waiting for him in Port Phillip Prison.
She was to distract the dogs with her very public flight from Melbourne. She visited resorts, tourist spots and went shopping with her ten-yearold daughter.
Years earlier, she had worked at a major Melbourne department chain as a store detective and one of the fellow part-time workers was a policeman — a drug-squad detective who would later be jailed for corruption.
The detective showed his fellow workers — including McGuire — the latest surveillance methods. Much later, and before he was exposed as a crook, the investigator would work on the Moran and Mokbel drug syndicates, proving that it is indeed a very small drug world. McGuire continued to play tourist, fully aware that international police had been alerted to follow her. She made no effort to conceal her identity and withdrew money electronically, allowing police to follow her movements.
She even waved cheekily to international surveillance police tailing her. It was around the time that Mokbel left his Bonnie Doon hideout, slipped out of Australia to Asia on a ship and then flew to Europe on a false passport. Round one to Tony. We will find you eventually, and we will bring you back to face justice. He always craved the spotlight and would never retire gracefully from the drug world. But his absence meant he could not control his network from the ground up.
Tony demanded loyalty and was prepared to pay handsomely for it. But police had to work out the extent of the empire before they could bring it down. But because of a special grant from the state government it was also able to employ lawyers and forensic accountants. The man who led the asset identification team was Detective Sergeant Jim Coghlan, who had worked on Mokbel for more than four years.
Their findings were staggering. The task of following the money trail was made all the more difficult because there rarely was one. The rest was punted, invested, laundered or ploughed back into the drug business. Tony Mokbel ran his vast enterprises through the carrot and stick approach, exploiting greed and fear. There was no great paper trail — no contracts and no agreements — just a river of black cash.
Mokbel would use drug money to set up companies and then put in an associate as the front man. Mokbel would tell his puppet he would be expected to hand over the company when instructed, and in return he could share in the profits along the way. In the days of mobile phones and electronic money transfers, big punters rarely lay large cash bets.
The bookie eventually quietly advised the punter to discreetly place the cash in a bag before handing it over so track regulars who pass on gossip and tips with equal relish would not observe the transactions. Mokbel was one of the few. He was one of the few punters, leaving aside the late Kerry Packer, bookies knew could lose millions and still come back for more or less.
For some of them, Fat Tony was the closest thing to Santa they would ever find. Purana used the commission because it can compel witnesses to answer questions under oath and demand financial and legal documents connected with investigations into organised crime. The inquiry established that Mokbel set up betting accounts under the names of front men so he could place massive bets he hoped would never be discovered.
To Tony it was just pocket money. But the bookie has admitted it was Mokbel and one of his associates who placed the bets and never the mysterious Navarolli.
Two days later, the Office of Public Prosecutions took out a restraining order to freeze the funds under assets-of-crime laws. Mokbel liked to give the impression he had inside information but his betting was wildly erratic.
Mokbel handed over the required notes to square the ledger. The big punter did not mind the occasional big loss. He was trying to launder drug money into semi-respectable gambling revenue that could not be seized as assets of crime. While Mokbel appeared to have almost unlimited funds to bet, some bookmakers were not prepared to allow him credit. The bet was non-existent but the bookie realised it was pointless to argue. He wrote off the debt rather than risk being written off himself.
Up to seven racing identities, including three top jockeys, were recorded talking to Mokbel on the police tapes. It the conflict was common knowledge. One of the alternatives requiring a hard look was a pair of men checked by police in the vicinity in the preceding days.
They were monitored then hauled in and questioned. Investigators established they had alibis and Mr Legg was ultimately satisfied they were there to deal drugs. There were plenty of people who had cause to wish Moran dead but the Williams crew was clearly on the top line of betting. It was clearly going to be a hard slog, using the kind of methodical checking that eventually yielded two enormously significant breakthroughs.
Grainy black and white CCTV footage from the back of the Cross Keys Hotel was analysed for many hours until they isolated a white van seemingly being used to case the area and later dropping off someone they were to conclude was the gunman.
The second major boost came when the call records of a pay phone outside Moreland Rd were analysed. On the day before the shootings, that infrequently used phone, 2km from the crime scene, had seen an unusual level of use in a short space of time. There were multiple calls to Williams, one to an associate of The Runner and others to a business in the city and a home in the northern suburbs. A visit to the property in the northern suburbs revealed the caller to that address was a violent career criminal from the south-eastern suburbs who it was later established owned the same kind of white van captured by the CCTV.
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