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(generated from captions) And that weekend I went home and said, "Mum and Dad, can I play saxophone, please?" We came to Australia when he was 11. He had a very encouraging music teacher. And it just seemed to be his thing. I think the dream with music is just to be doing it. I love it, and I love doing it. And there's nothing quite like the feeling that you get playing to a crowd or whatever. It's a buzz, you know. So, that was my life until that night in July 2003. BEN: We were just a happy household, a bunch of uni students. Phil was studying music. He enjoyed his music. He was a classic Pom. He had his English flag up in the living room. He'd have a cup of tea in the morning, at lunch, at breakfast, at dinner. He'd have friends over for cup of teas. Phil had been living in the house for eight months. I'd been living there for the previous two years. And that was pretty much right up until the time that we were attacked. BEN: It was about six o'clock in the evening, and I'd just arrived home from university. Gavin was already at home. GAVIN: I was cooking dinner with Ben and we were talking about our day when the back door busts open and two blokes came in, one with a tomahawk and the other one with a pistol. He grabbed me by the shirt and said, "Put your hands up." They questioned us about if we were Phil, and then when we told them neither of us were Phil, we were then tied up with tape and cord.

We were told at the start that if we moved, or if we made any sound to alert anybody, that we wouldn't make it through the night. Later on, the men poured petrol over us.

And they said, "If you move, we'll torch you. "If you make any sound, "or give Phil any warning when he comes home, we'll torch you." So, for about 2.5 hours, yeah, we were tied up, not being able to move. PHIL: I came out of uni and one of my friends was there and she drove me over to my place. There was a light on in the house, but I didn't know whether people were going to be home, or whatever, so I didn't knock, I just didn't think about it. Got my key out, um, walked into the front door um, and, yeah, that was when my life changed.

MAN: You, come here! This guy said, "Get in here, mate." A young guy, fairly bulky. Had a balaclava on and jeans, and he was holding a gun to my neck. There was an older guy on the other side of the table, and he had a balaclava on but it was rolled up to his forehead. And they said to me, they said, "What's your name?" I said, "My name's Phil." And then they both shouted, like really angry, both going, "What's your name?!" And I just went...and I thought that was really strange, I just went, "My name's Phil." The younger guy grabbed my shoulder and just started pulling me down onto my knees. That was the bit where, your heart's going so insanely fast, and you're just sweating and you just feel like just bawling, like, you just want to cry, and you just, "Oh, I give up." You know, when you're on your knees and someone's pointing a gun at your head, you just go, "Oh!" MAN: Get on the ground, now!

And then, all of a sudden, there was this, "Whoa," and I was pushed down onto my face. And the older guy had a big roll of gaffer tape, and he was wrapping it round my feet. And then, after my mouth was taped, the younger guy said, "Where's the money, man?"

He was sort of hitting me with the gun, "Where's the money?" Whack, whack, whack, whack. I'm going, "Mmm, mmm," with this, this is tied here and these are tied, I'm just going, "Mmm." Just trying to shrug my shoulders, just... "What are you talking about? What? What money?" They grabbed my hand and they turned it palm up. They grabbed my little finger. They actually just put the axe onto that joint and then sort of knelt on it. Now, I immediately, like, try and scream, you know, because it hurts a lot, and can't because of being gagged, and it sort of came out as sort of a, "Mmm!" And then the younger guy hit me again with his gun. And he said, "I've got your flatmates over there, they're tied up. "They've got petrol all over them. If you make a sound, I'll light 'em up." He was pretty good, he didn't make much noise. He was pretty brave. He copped a flogging, that's for sure. To tell you the truth, my first impression, they were nailing his hands to the floor. And that's OK with me, like I'm not too distracted by that. I'll just go downstairs and get the hammer and pull the nails out and take him to hospital. The worst of the sounds that I heard was like a hammer being smashed onto the ground. I heard about 10 or so very hard thuds against the ground and I could feel them through the floorboards. I could also hear the crockery rattling on the shelves. And I could hear the banging... of the axe... ..and every time I just, "Mmm, mmm," and you just sort of cringe up. But it was...I was intent, "No, you can't make any noise." And I was just thinking, "What am I going to do about this? "What? I can't believe this! "What? They're chopping my fingers off?! "What? What?!" After the 10 thuds there was a pause. One of the men said to the other, "Let's go, let's go. We're running out of time." And he said, "Man, let's get out of here. These guys don't know anything. "They're just students. We've got to go, let's go." And he walked out the back door. The man that was doing the chopping then said, "No, I want to continue on." The man then stated that he wanted to chop off Phil's private parts, and not leave. And I remember just having to turn my head on the ground and looked up at this guy. And he had my index finger, and my arm was going like this, and he was shaking it, like trying to rip it off. And it wouldn't come off. And as soon as he saw me, when I opened my eyes and I looked at him, and it was just, "What are you doing?" sort of a look, and he just looked at me and just went, "Ugh," and dropped my finger. After he'd done that to my hand, he felt the need to kick me between the legs, twice, and then he walked out. I would say from the beating and the way they did it, the men had no idea what they were looking for. They weren't there to hear Phil say anything, they were there to beat him up without mercy. And in the end to disfigure him physically. Ben broke out first, and then we both got up, went to Phil. And just...I just did a quick assessment of what was happening. "OK, he's got loss of digitalia." And then I just thought, "OK, well, that's easily fixed. "Nothing wrong with that." I picked his fingers up, threw them on ice, um, put them in a Tupperware container. He put a pressure bandage on my hand, put my fingers on ice. He was, yeah, fully commended by ambulance officers, like, just for being so on the ball, he was fantastic. BEN: After we got the tape off Phil's mouth, I said to Phil, "What was this all about? Why were these men here?" He said to me without hesitation