The Walsh Street police shootings was the 1988 murder of two Victoria Police officers, Constables Steven Tynan, 22, and Damian Eyre, 20. The officers were responding to a report of an abandoned car when they were gunned down about 4.50am in Walsh Street, South Yarra, Australia on 12 October 1988.
Four men, Victor Peirce, Trevor Pettingill, Anthony Leigh Farrell and Peter David McEvoy, were charged with murder and later acquitted by a jury in the Supreme Court of Victoria. Two other suspects, Jedd Houghton and Gary Abdallah, were shot and killed by Victoria Police before being brought to trial.
In 2005, Wendy Peirce, widow of accused Victor Peirce, gave an interview to media detailing how her late husband had planned and carried out the murders and was actually guilty as charged.
The Walsh Street police shootings are mentioned several times in Underbelly Files: Tell Them Lucifer was Here and are portrayed in slightly fictionalised form in the feature film and book Animal Kingdom. The events also form an important part of the narrative of the Australian drama Killing Time.
Read more about Walsh Street Police Shootings: Prior Events, Report of An Abandoned Car, Ty-Eyre Task Force, Trial, Timeline of Relevant Events
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