In the cold October night of 1988, Melbourne’s streets bore witness to one of its darkest and most haunting chapters — the brutal execution of two young police officers on Walsh Street. The city didn’t just hear the gunshots; it felt the shock ripple through its very core. The event shattered a fragile sense of safety, stirring fear in the hearts of citizens and officers alike.

What followed was more than just an investigation. It was a trial that gripped the entire nation — watched closely by millions — where justice and fear collided in the courtroom and beyond. The verdict that followed didn’t simply conclude a case; it reverberated far beyond the marble pillars of the court, echoing through the corridors of political power and slipping like poison through the shadowed alleyways where crime festered.

This is Episode Two: The Echoes of Walsh Street.

The fallout from that terrible night tore through the foundations of the justice system — leaving cracks both deep and jagged, fractures that would take years to mend, if they ever could. A creeping fear slithered through Melbourne, a city already worn thin by violence and corruption, now burdened with the knowledge that even the law’s protectors were not safe.

At the heart of this turmoil stood a single family — a dark dynasty with roots dug deep into the city’s underworld. The Pettingills. A matriarch who ruled with ruthless iron and chilling ice, commanding loyalty through fear and silence. A son who met his end in cold daylight, a casualty of the violent world they had helped forge. And all the while, blood continued to spill — not just in the streets, but within the very soul of Melbourne’s criminal empire as it devoured itself from within.

This is a story of power, betrayal, and a legacy written in red.