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with binge drinking, would suffer blackouts and all these blackout episodes culminated in these offences taking place. He will have a very long time to come to terms with what he did. His life is ruined. He was gradually taken into the Dupas crew as well.
    The two odd bods in the unit were Carlos Cabal and his brother-in-law Marco Pasini. These two blokes were Mexican bankers who had fled Mexico after allegedly having ripped off billions of dollars from the Mexican Government. What followed was a legal circus of monumental proportions. Both Cabal and Pasini moved to Melbourne, where they bought houses and were living a normal life (if you call living the life of Riley normal) until the shit hit the fan and they were arrested on extradition warrants from Mexico. The pair of them were placed in Sirius East for their own protection because of the money they supposedly had.
    Well, what a great place to put somebody who needs protection; you are placing them in custody with blokes who have absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain by having a billionaire in the next cell. Raymond Edmunds quite happily told me that he had extracted $200,000 from Cabal to “look after him” while he was in custody. Another prisoner received $10,000 to swap cells, and on it goes. Both of these admissions were made directly to me by the prisoners concerned, who proudly boasted how much they had been able to extract from the two “suckers”, as they described them.
    Cabal, who fought his extradition, had a team of lawyers that you couldn’t jump over, and ultimately returned to Mexico after a couple of years to be acquitted of all charges. He ended up doing a couple of years for nothing. When I arrived at Port Phillip, Pasini was still there. He was a very quiet bloke and kept to himself. Nobody went near him because money is power. He was able to look after himself by way of the protection he was able to purchase.
    It was always interesting to me that I could not even get bananas in jail, although I offered to pay for them. What transpired was a farce. The authorities repeatedly refused to provide me with bananas, until I threatened to take them to court on the basis that I was being discriminated against. The Jewish, the Muslim and the vegetarian prisoners were all given bananas but I as a WASP was refused them. So therefore I was being discriminated against. Mention the magic word discrimination and all of a sudden everything becomes possible. Within a couple of hours I had my bananas, and I continued to receive them weekly after that. I hasten to add that I was being charged approximately five times the going rate for those bananas each week. What is the point of complaining? You just kick along with it.
    In view of the great banana debacle I was always interested to see the fine array of Mexican food available inside supposedly the most secure unit, inside the most secure jail. How did it get there? Only one possible explanation: prison officers.
    Interestingly one of the prison officers got to go to Mexico at that time. Lucky I guess. The two Mexicans kept very much to themselves, and were not aligned with any of the factions within the unit. They didn’t need to be; they had money.
    There were other blokes in the unit. like Mick Hall, who was an armed robber and a hard man. He was there because he couldn’t help himself: every time he was arrested he would, for some reason, become a compulsive talker, and drop everybody else in the poo along with him. This made him very unpopular, to say the least, with other prisoners, and accordingly he could not go into mainstream, for fear of the physical ill that would be befall him from other prisoners he had informed on. This made for difficult times in the unit, because he considered himself to be above all of these other scumbags, who were mainly in for sex offences. Mick was what in jail jargon is known as a “Ten slap job”: one slap to start him talking,