NUMBER 24, one dead Lewis Moran to go...

MU's own mother has just called to tell us the news- Lewis Moran murdered.

While this doesn't come as a suprise, the timing is critical. Yesterday Benji buried, today Lewis knocked. This murder is somewhat reminiscent of Graeme Kinniburgh's murder (of course, the trigger man in that murder is not the same one as this...!) in that it does not seem to be a murder for financial or business reasons because whatever illegal/legal activities Lewis was involved in was not going to matter- he was out on bail and was due to go court and probably jail too.

In July, Lewis Moran was granted bail with a $1 million surety on charges of trafficking commercial quantities of drugs.

No, this is a "statement" murder. A killing where you put people on notice. Tell everyone that NO ONE IS SAFE.

Looks like Keyser Soze is in business.

CRANE UP to the waist of the unknown man. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of one pocket and a strange antique lighter from the other. It is gold, with a clasp that folds down over the flint. The man flicks up the clasp with his thumb and strikes it with his index finger. It is a fluid motion,somewhat showy. Keaton looks up at the man. A look of realization crosses his face. It is followed by frustration, anger, and finally resignation.

KEYSER SOZE: How are you, Keaton?

KEATON: I'd have to say my spine was broken, Keyser.

He spits the name out like it was poison.

The man puts the lighter back in his pocket and reaches under his jacket. He produces a stainless .38 revolver.

KEYSER SOZE: Ready?

KEATON: What time is it?

The hand with the gun turns over, turning the gold watch on its wrist upward. The sound of sirens is closer now. Headed this way.

KEYSER SOZE: Twelve thirty.

Keaton grimaces bitterly and nods. He turns his head away and takes another drag. The hand with the gun waits long enough for Keaton to enjoy his last drag before pulling the trigger.

GUNSHOT

The sound of Keaton's body slumping onto the deck.

Lewis Moran has been SHOT...! Round up the usual suspects

Well, speculation is what we here at MU are all about, and here's our "vibe".
From Crikey.com.au:

Williams sat one row from the front with an associate, Terry Chimirri, who may have been auditioning for the vacant role of bodyguard. Faruk Orman, a man present in La Porcella the day Benji died, was also present. He has declined to help police flesh out the events of last Tuesday.

Now, we are not saying that "my boy Terry" (to quote Minder) is responsible, but this has to have come from the Williams side of the fence (it is now a Great Wall). If Terry's alibi is even slightly leaky, then the cops will want to bring him in. He won't be talking of course!

But someone will be talking, and NOT to the cops:

A police spokesman said two people were shot shortly before 6.35pm.

The spokesman said one person died at the scene while the other was taken to the Royal Melbourne Hospital in a serious condition.

And this person knows who it was, and will be telling their associates as soon as possible. Of course Carl Williams is making hay out of this and really flipping the bird at the opposition. He is using offense as defense- a brilliant tactical move at this time (and MOST unexpected we might say). For all his faults, Carl is a great tactician, in the true Machiavellian tradition:

"If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared..."
"A prince should therefore have no other aim or thought, nor take up any other thing for his study but war and it organization and discipline, for that is the only art that is necessary to one who commands."

-"The Prince" by Niccolo Machiavelli

Expect MAJOR, BIG, CRAZY fucking madness to ensue. This is going to be like Apocalypse Now:

COLONEL KURTZ (on tape): We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig, cow after cow, village after village, army after army. And they call me an assasin. What do you call it when the assasins accuse the assasin ? They lie.. they lie and we have to be merciful for those who lie. Those nabobs. I hate them. How I hate them...

Yes folks this is going to be BIG:

Kilgore picks up the radio :

KILGORE: Goddamn, I want that treeline bombed !

FAC PILOT: Roger. Standby.

KILGORE: Bomb them into the stoneage, son.

FAC PILOT: They need some napalm on that treeline down there. Can you put it down there ?

F-5 PILOT: Roger. We'll suppress some mortar fire off the treeline down there.

FAC PILOT: Roger. Give all you got and bring all your ships back.

KILGORE: Don't worry, we'll have this place cleaned up and ready for us in a jiffy son, don't you worry.

FAC PILOT: Jets will bomb in 30 seconds. Get your people back and heads down. This is gonna be a big one.

Never get out of the boat!
The Age-Carl Williams says he's not bloody next eh!
The Age- Witness reported gunshots
Benji Buried- Crikey.com.au
Lewis Moran murdered - SpecialsGanglandKillings - www.theage.com.au
The Age -Police warned Moran some time ago
The Moran Family- Melbournecrime.com profile
Apocalypse Now! script