A Short History of Russian Roulette in Australia

chopperFrom above, the city of Melbourne looks like a bird of prey on the attack. Its wings stretch up into northern suburbs and its beak bears down to snatch a kill from Port Phillip Bay, the huge inland expanse of water on which the city sits. The bird’s beady eye is located in a grid of factories and Victorian houses known as Footscray.

Until the Second World War this area was the epitome of joyless working-class Australian suburbia. Pubs shut at six and restaurants risked a visit from the police if they served wine after eight. Except for a weekly trip to Oval Centre for the footy, Footscray’s inhabitants stayed home and minded their own business.

Those locals would not recognise Footscray today. The grey suburb has been transformed into a colourful district for young professionals attracted by cheap rents and a short commute to Melbourne’s centre. Coffee shops and art galleries thrive on the main streets. Restaurants and bars do good business.

Gangster Town

The make over was achieved with immigration. In the 1950s and ‘60s a wave of European immigrants, most Greeks and Albanians, washed up in Melbourne and discovered working class Footscray was one of the few places they could afford to live. Their presence lit the touch paper on the suburb’s regeneration, although the gunpowder only really started fizzing when Vietnamese refuges from Communism – the ‘Boat People’ – settled in the seventies. Soon Footscray boasted noodle bars alongside mosques, and mah-jong parlours opposite tavernas. It took Melbourne’s middle classes another twenty years to wake up to the vibrant and cheap neighbourhood right under their noses.

Footscray is now the poster child for multicultural Australia but back in 1987 it was an edgier place run by Vietnamese and Albanian gangsters. The two groups usually kept a wary distance but on one occasion they dropped their suspicions long enough to co-operate on a money making venture. The event was also a historic first, although not one that will ever make it onto the Footscray council website. Under gangster patronage the suburb hosted the only recorded game of Russian Roulette in which players were paid to risk their lives in front of an audience.

Certified Mentally Insane

The key man in the event was Mark Brandon ‘Chopper’ Read, six foot two of scarred Australian muscle held together by prison tattoos and a handlebar moustache. Brought up in the tough northern Melbourne suburbs, Read’s mother was a fanatical Seventh Day Adventist who beat him on any pretext and his father a gun-loving hard drinker. After his mother left when he was a teenager Read was free to run with street gangs where everyone carried a knife in their belt and a pool ball in a sock. He mixed with underage prostitutes and gangsters. The police opened a dossier on him that would eventually be the size of a phone book. First arrested at the age of 17, he would spend only 13 months outside prison in the next twenty years.

In 1977 a psychiatrist at Pentridge Prison noted the twenty-three-year-old’s high intelligence but declared him insane. It was the third time Read had received the diagnosis. Read dismissed the first assessment, done at fifteen, because it was done by a Seventh Day Adventist psychiatrist friend of his mother. He had less to say about the second at age nineteen.

chopper4Yeah, they probably had a reason to certify me then‘.

In Pentridge prison he formed the Overcoat Gang – so called because they wore coats all year round to hide their armoury of machetes and clubs. They were all as crazy as their leader.

I used to try and recruit people from within the prison system who’d all been certified mentally insane,’ said Read.

His misfit army went to war with the Painters & Dockers, the imprisoned leaders of a powerful Melbourne Labour Union whose activities extended into crime. Read wanted to be top dog in Pentridge’s H Division. Prisoners bashed and stabbed each other while the guards looked on. At the height of the gang war Read proposed a cell block uprising. His followers would take the guards hostage then ice pick their enemies in the spine.

This idea was the maddest idea ever put together […],’ said Read. ‘It would have worked too. Because back then I didn’t care how long I did in jail, I didn’t care about the consequences.’

His gang mates did care and tried to kill him to prevent the plan going into action. Chopper took a mess of stab wounds to the stomach and lost several feet of intestine, but survived. The next day he split his stitches doing press-ups in the infirmary.

After the attack Read had no friends and a cell block full of enemies. The governor refused to transfer him to the safety of another block so Read sawed off his own ears with a razor blade. He got transferred to a psychiatric ward. The nickname Chopper may have come from that incident or perhaps his later habit of cutting off the toes of drug dealers to make them talk. Or perhaps from the cartoon bulldog in Hannah Barbara’s Yakky Doodle who always protected his friends.

Why let the truth get in the way of a good yarn?‘ as Read said.

He got out of prison in the early 1980s. Now Mr Read to his Probation Officer, Mark to his dad, and Uncle Chop Chop to very good friends, he moved up the criminal career ladder. He left behind street fights and petty robberies to become a stand over man – a criminal who extorts and robs other criminals, mostly dealers and pimps. Reed used a blowtorch, a pair of pliers and a soundproofed cellar in a friend’s pub to make his victims give up the money. Sometimes he made house calls.

They used to say to me “how the hell did you find out where I lived?” Drug dealers, they used to spend a fortune on security right? It was the only house on the street with spotlights that come on all night long with a sixteen foot high fence […] You drive down the street with slum houses and you got one house there with ornate Italian wrought iron work, spotlights, guard dogs, you know. Where does the drug dealer live?

Predictably he was soon back inside. Free again in 1987, Read found himself outside a Footscray pool hall with a .44 Ruger Black Hawk revolver at the invitation of some Albanian gangsters with contacts to Vietnamese organised crime. Friction between the two groups had resulted in a challenge: one man from each side to play Russian Roulette while bets were laid on the outcome. The Albanians did not really want to play but were unwilling to lose face. They looked for a man who would take part on their behalf.

The Albanians’ offered Read AUS$6,000 if he survived. They were pushing at an open door. The stand over man had recently adopted the tactic of strapping a stick of dynamite to his chest and threatening to blow up himself and his victim if they did not cough up the cash.

Our Ethnic Cousins

The Vietnamese began to arrive in Australia in the late 1970s fleeing their Communist homeland in flotillas of overloaded, leaky fishing boats. By 1987 over 100,000 had washed up on Australia’s shores. Often they faced an unfriendly welcome. For most of the twentieth century a ‘White Australia’ immigration policy had been in place, blocking any faces that might spoil the atmosphere of British suburbia set down among the kangaroos and Eucalyptus trees. When the policy was lifted in 1973 and new ethnic groups, such as Turks and Chinese, began to arrive in Australia the white population greeted them with hostility and sometimes violence. Newly opened Vietnamese restaurants frequently got a brick through the window.

Not all Vietnamese immigrants were angels. There were more than enough gangsters and tough guys in the diaspora to cause problems for the police. By the mid-80s Vietnamese criminal gangs were becoming a concern.

Criminal gangs in the Vietnamese community are increasingly heavily armed,’ announced a Police report, ‘and are moving into drugs and gambling, establishing links with Australian crime figures, and becoming involved in standover rackets in their own community.’

The Albanians were immigrants of a less recent vintage. They did not gamble as much as the Vietnamese, although they probably smoked more, but they liked a flutter and a bit of blood. The east European immigrants had carved out a niche for themselves in the Melbourne underworld since arriving in two waves, first in the 1920s and then after the Second World War, when Australia accepted a number of refugees fleeing Communism. Settled in Footscray for thirty years and deeply involved in local drugs and protection rackets the Albanians watched the Vietnamese new arrivals with suspicion. Tensions mounted.


Why did the Vietnamese suggest Russian Roulette to settle things? According to Read they were fans of The Deer Hunter movie. Released at the tail end of 1978 Michael Cinimo‘s three hour Hollywood epic won five Oscars and cleaned up at the box office, although not without controversy.

For three years there was virtual silence [on the Vietnam War],’ wrote left-wing Australian journalist John Pilger. ‘Then Hollywood sensed that a lot of money could be made with a movie that appealed directly to those racist instincts that cause wars and that allowed the Vietnam war to endure for so long—a movie that reincarnated the Batman-jawed Caucasian warrior, that presented the Vietnamese as Oriental brutes and dolts‘.

Pilger and other critics were especially appalled by a scene in which the main characters, all Americans, are forced to play Russian Roulette by their sadistic Vietcong guards while a photograph of Ho Chi Minh looks on. The critics claimed Russian Roulette had never been played in the Vietnam war. Cimino and others claimed it had. Or that even if it had not the game was a metaphor for the arbitrary distribution of death in war. The director was reluctant to admit the Russian Roulette angle came from the original script he inherited that had nothing to do with Vietnam. Most viewers ignored the arguments and perched on the edge of their seats as a grim faced Vietcong officer (actually a Thai driver for the film crew called Somsak Sengvilai who caught the attention of Michael Cinimo) spun the revolver cylinder and handed it to Robert DeNiro.

It did not bother the Vietnamese gangsters in Footscray that leftists thought Russian Roulette was a slur on their country. Melbourne Vietnamese had spent the early 1980s fighting not only racist skinheads but also far-left thugs unhappy with the immigrants’ anti-Communism. They did not care about Pilger and co’s criticisms. The Vietnamese thought it would be a kick to see the game in real life. The Albanians thought the same. They just needed someone crazy enough to play it.

Gun Play

A quick lesson in firearm construction. Almost all revolvers consist of a frame, a trigger on the underside of the frame, a hammer at the top, and a cylinder which revolves within the frame and contains six chambers each holding one bullet.

When the trigger is pulled the cylinder moves the next chamber under the hammer, simultaneously raising and dropping the hammer – if it is double action as most modern revolvers are. If the gun is already cocked then pulling the trigger just drops the hammer. The tip of the hammer hits the firing cap at the back of the bullet case. The cordite ignites and the explosive pressure forces the bullet out of the case (which remains in the chamber) and out of the gun through the barrel.

To play Russian Roulette you place one bullet in the cylinder. The cylinder can be swung out of the gun to do this but in some older models the cylinder is lodged in the frame and the bullet must be slipped in through a loading gate. Next spin the cylinder, either outside or inside the frame. If outside snap the cylinder back into the frame. Put the gun to your head and pull the trigger.

At the Pool Hall

Reed had a theory about Russian Roulette.

I made sure I had a little advantage no-one else knew about. I knew my gun was perfectly balanced, so that if I put a slug in at the top and spun it the right way and snapped the cylinder back, it would snap back with the slug at the bottom. Well, 19 times out of 20, anyway, which is good enough odds for me.’

Read’s theory is absolutely wrong but he went into the pool hall convinced he had an advantage. He had played Russian Roulette before a few times, drunk at parties, holding two fingers up to Death.

chopper2Inside, the hall was as smoke stained yellow as a diseased lung. Read’s entrance made a big impression on the waiting gangsters. At a time when the average Australian male still had a seventies bouffant hairdo and wing collar shirts, Read had close cropped hair and no ears. He stripped to the waist, revealing a mosaic of prison tattoos (stars, swirls, hearts, girl’s names, ‘BUSHIDO’) and a second pistol in his belt. He insisted on using his own Black Hawk revolver. To prove the game was for real a Vietnamese test fired the gun into a stack of telephone directories. The sound of the shot crashed around the pool hall. Cordite smoke cut through the thick stink of cigarettes.

To do well in the game you have to be willing to die,’ said Read. ‘You had to will yourself into a state of mind where you were prepared to die. If you play just to make money or show how much guts you have you will lose in the end. You have to be mentally prepared for death even before you walk into the game.’

The Vietnamese had arranged another player, one of their own, to face Read. The .44 revolver was handed to the Australian. A bullet was placed on the table between the players. Once the gun was loaded each player would take turns spinning the cylinder and putting the gun to their heads. Read looked at the ring of faces, the cigarette smoke, the money changing hands. He slid the bullet into the cylinder, spun it and pushed it back into the gun frame. He aimed the barrel at his temple. Then he grinned a mouthful of gold teeth and pulled the trigger.

An Idiotic Birthday Game

No-one knows exactly when and where the original roulette wheel was invented. The French like to believe it was invented in the seventeenth century by mathematician Blaise Pascal as an off-shoot of his quest to find a perpetual motion machine. All the other putative inventors are anonymous (a ‘Benedictine monk’ and a ‘Hindu astrologer’ are among those put forward) so Pascal, a colourful and relatively well-known figure, tends to get the credit. The mathematician was, after all, such an enthusiast for games of chance that he only believed in God because it gave better long term odds than atheism.

The Roulette wheel has gone through many permutations over the years but the basics have remained the same since Pascal, or whoever, first decided to fling a ball around a coliseum-shaped structure the size of a bicycle wheel and see where it ended up. These days the Roulette wheel is divided into 36 numbered compartments, alternating red and black, each separated from its neighbour by a slight ridge. Gamblers can bet on a single number coming up or, for lesser returns, on increasingly large groups of numbers up to odd or even, red or black.

As a game of pure chance roulette is tough to beat at the best of times but when it took off in the eighteenth century French gambling czars Francois and Louis Blanc added a zero to the wheel to increase the house odds. Players can bet on the zero itself but not include it in larger groups of numbers. It gave the gambling house an advantage of 2.7% but that proved insufficient for greedy casino owners and when roulette made it to America later in the century they added a second zero (often in the patriotic form of an eagle) to give an even greater edge.

It is impossible to beat a roulette table unless you steal money off it,’ said Albert Einstein.

The only connection between Russian Roulette and Pascal’s game is the name. The anonymous revolver practice had been around for twenty years before a Swiss immigrant in Brooklyn, New York christened it for a 1937 short story he was writing. The bronze and lead cartridge spinning in the revolver cylinder reminded Georges Surdez of a ball rattling round a roulette wheel.

If the average man or woman on the streets of Melbourne or Hanoi has heard about ‘Chopper’ Read’s activities in Footscray they assume it is a typical example of Russian Roulette – the dark smoky room, money on the table, bets on the outcome, gangsters to haul away the bodies. It is an image that owes more to ‘The Deer Hunter’ than reality. It is very hard to turn Russian Roulette into a gambling game. There are no rules and no reason behind it. And who, apart from a mentally unbalanced Australian gangster, is going to risk putting a bullet in their own head for money?

An American called Anson Paape was one of the few who tried to make the practice into a game and is now doing seventy-five years in an Illinois prison. Paape was a thirty-eight-year-old occasionally employed tree trimmer and full-time drunk whose house in the quiet Elmhurst suburb of Chicago had become a hang out for local teens who liked a beer. On 8 July 2004 Michael Murray celebrated his eighteenth birthday at the house with a few friends. As the beers went down Paape produced an unloaded .44 revolver and distributed bullets and cards. They were going to play poker, he announced, and the winner got to load a single bullet in the gun and fire at the person sitting next to them.

Paape was drunk and the rules kept changing before the game even started so the teens thought he was kidding. When Murray won the first hand Paape insisted he load up the revolver. Murray refused so Paape did it for him then pointed the gun at the birthday boy. Murray tried to bat away the barrel but Paape told him ‘it’s my gun, it’s my house, I’ll do it‘ and pulled the trigger. The gun went off and blasted a hole in Murray’s forehead.

When the ambulance crew got there Murray was a bloody heap on the floor, the teens had fled, and Paape was on the run. The police got him two days later. He claimed it was an accident and his lawyer pushed for manslaughter (‘it was an innocent, idiotic birthday game‘) but the courts found Paape guilty of first degree murder.

Victory or Death

Back in the Footscray pool hall Mark ‘Chopper’ Read pulled the trigger on his Blackhawk .44 revolver. The hammer came down on an empty chamber. Money changed hands.

Now it was the opponent’s turn. The gun passed to him. One bullet went in the revolver, the cylinder was spun and the barrel went to his head. The Vietnamese crowded around him, a mistake in Chopper’s eyes as a.44 bullet would plough through a roomful of skulls before it slowed down. Click. More money was thrown down on the table. Now it was his turn again. Convinced the odds were in his favour, Chopper spun the cylinder and carried on.

He survived. His opponent bailed out. Read got a ‘good earn’. He returned to the pool hall on several occasions playing against an opponent (‘no-one ever went more than three spins against me’) or on his own. Eventually he called it quits.

A Best Selling Author

Chopper went back to prison shortly after Footscray for his stand over activities. While inside he corresponded with a pair Melbourne crime reporters about his life in the underworld. The letters were sharp, funny, unrepentant, and violent. Read had nothing but time on his hands. The pair edited the letters down and published them.

‘Chopper’ came out in 1990 and was an instant success. The locked up stand over man became a media celebrity.


A best selling author. And I can’t even spell!

The fame helped him get out on parole and eleven more Chopper books followed, describing prison wars, torture, friends, enemies and, from Chopper 5 onwards, thinly veiled fictional accounts of other people’s crimes. A film was made starring Eric Bana.

Read went back to jail for a while then retired to Tasmania with wife and child. Backwater life proved too quiet and he moved back to Melbourne and more media celebrity. He even co-authored a board game in which losers got mild electric shots: ‘a bit like Russian Roulette.’

Chopper died on 9 October 2013 from liver cancer, which he blamed on the Hepatitis C he contracted in prison.

Look, honestly, I haven’t killed that many people,’ he told a New York Times reporter a few months before his death. ‘Probably about four or seven, depending on how you look at it.’

To date, he and his anonymous Vietnamese opponents are the only people who have voluntarily played Russian Roulette for money. According to Chopper anyway. Not everyone believes his stories. But if you can’t trust a toe-cutting, certified mentally insane ex-con, who can you trust?

If you want to show some love for this blog then feel free to buy my books in paperback, hardback, or ebook:

Lost Lions of Judah: Haile Selassie’s Mongrel Foreign Legion [or amazon.com]


Katanga 1960-63: Mercenaries, Spies and the African Nation that Waged War on the World  [or amazon.com]


Franco’s International Brigades: Adventurers, Fascists, and Christian Crusaders in the Spanish Civil War [or amazon.com]

This piece was originally written for my brightreview.co.uk webpage. Actually, it started as part of a projected book on the history of Russian Roulette; I thought it was a great idea but the rest of the world disagreed. So it never got finished. Bits have since appeared on my website and the blog.

If you want to investigate Mark Brandon Read some more then check out the movie Chopper, the big Australian hit of 2000. Former stand-up comic Eric Bana does a good impersonation of Chopper’s matey charisma and the film does not shy away from its hero’s dark side: psychotic violence, drug abuse, and girlfriend beating. You can also watch Oscar-winner The Deer Hunter for the inspiration behind the events in Footscray. Chopper’s books are best sellers. The first Chopper is the best but readers have good words about Chopper 2: How to Shoot Friends and Influence People; Chopper 3: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Mate Shot in the Arse; and the ten or so other he wrote.

For more warlike weirdness, you can buy my  books in paperback or ebook:

Lost Lions of Judah: Haile Selassie’s Mongrel Foreign Legion [or amazon.com]


Katanga 1960-63: Mercenaries, Spies and the African Nation that Waged War on the World  [or amazon.com]


Franco’s International Brigades: Adventurers, Fascists, and Christian Crusaders in the Spanish Civil War [or amazon.com]


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