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Judge says Kate Leigh

must be the worst woman in Sydney.

No mention of Tilly Devine.

Police, it's a raid!

- Oi. - Step aside.

What for?

Running a disorderly house.

Mrs. Leigh, I appreciate the information

you can pass my way, but I will not be used

as a weapon in your war against Tilly Devine.

All right, you got two choices, mate.

You get out of Melbourne while the going's good,

or I'll end it right here.

Always wanted to see Sydney.

You're a virgin, that's good,

they're in short supply.

How many times can I do it in a night?

We're gonna get on fine.

It worries me when a girl like you finds herself

consorting with ne'er-do-wells in a place like that.

Just wanna have some fun.

She's got a gun!

Where's your smart mouth now?

I'm not here to kill you.

What do you want?

I'm the man who's gonna take down Kate Leigh

and Tilly Devine, and you're gonna help me.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

Tilly and Kate.

Jesus.

They won't lie down easy.

Squizzy forgot to tell me you got no balls.

What do you think I'm talking to you for, Snow?

You scare people.

You've got a reputation.

So, with fear on your side, numbers don't matter.

Why not just kill 'em?

You'd like that, would you?

You ready to swing for it?

We've gotta be smarter than that.

We'll need more blokes.

Well, you know the locals.

Any ideas?

Woo!

Nice job, Jack.

Bet your missus can't wait to hug and kiss you

when you get home at night.

What do you want?

I hear you know a bit about explosives.

Electrics.

Who are you?

I served too.

Aussie air, infantry.

And you just got outta Long Bay,

that's the other thing I heard.

Bit of safe crack gone wrong.

Have you ever been shit-canned?

I'm offering you a job.

Fat pig.

Fuck off, I'm having me tea.

Keep eating, you'll explode.

You're disgusting, fatso.

You make me wanna spew.

My money's on the fat man.

You!

How come they call him "The Midnight Raper"?

Let him go, George.

Let him go or I'll blow your fuckin' head off.

Told you he can fight.

Oh, leave it out, Norm.

What did you have to do that for?

Just my way of saying hello.

I'm number one.

Snowy's two.

Jack, three.

And fat man, four.

Norman Bruhn was a driven man.

Testing the mettle of his men personally

was more about gauging his own resolve.

Did he have the nerve and the guts

to take on Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine?

Sydney's best apples, right here on your doorstep.

Best apples in Sydney!

Hello, Miss.

Hope there are no grubs in it.

Well, if there are, I'll have to charge you extra.

No grubs!

How much do I owe you?

It's on the house.

Excuse me.

Tell me where Kate Leigh lives.

First left, straight up, number 42.

What about Tilly Devine?

Palmer Street.

Number 25.

You mind me asking why you're asking?

Not at all.

You're a bleeding shyster, boy!

Come again?

Typical Kate Leigh stunt.

Her idea, was it? - What?

Them lamb chops you sold me are rank.

- Tilly. - Have a whiff.

Have a whiff.

I want my three bob back.

There was nothing wrong with them yesterday.

Gimme back me three bob or I'll report you

to the Board of Health. - Oh, you will, will you?

- Yeah. - Off you go, then, toodle-oo.

You're not getting a refund!

I want me fucking money!

Tilly, you get out of my shop right now,

or I will call the police. - Gimme me fucking money

or I will put this knife in your fucking heart.

Three bob, was it?

Thank you.

Oh, and if you see Kate Leigh, give her this.

Lost me appetite.

Good morning, Mrs. Leigh.

Oh, Father.

How's tricks?

Oh, I'm as fit as a fiddle, since you ask.

Pleased to hear it, Father.

Katie.

What d'you got?

Sterling silver candlesticks, two pair,

and a little clock, Swiss movement,

Men's cufflinks, opal inlay,

and a pearl-handled paper knife.

Five quid, the lot.

Five...

I've got a family, Kate.

All right.

Four quid, final offer, you know I hate whingers.

It's calling gingering.

Not strictly legal, but all the girls do it.

Gingering?

The way I see it, any bloke walk in

that door is fair game.

I'll say.

All our girls are lovely and clean,

and they all know exactly how to make a man happy.

Take your time.

Hard to choose just one.

No law says it has to be just one.

♪ Oh my, it's so divine ♪

So, what do I do?

Atta-girl.

Oh, my god.

What?

Never been on top before.

You've got a lot to learn.

Can't wait.

First, you need a mate with light fingers.

Second, you've got to have plenty of cheek.

And the last thing you need

is a dirty, big police whistle.

Raid!

Police raid!

Come on, get up, get up, go, go, go!

Get out!

Come on.

Come on!

I seem to have lost my wallet.

Come on.

Police raid!

Reckon I'm a mug, do you?

An easy mark for a bit of gingering.

Wasn't my idea.

Well, you know what you're gonna do?

You're gonna go out there and get my wallet back.

But not yet.

Lie across my knee.

Do I have to?

- Good? - Yes.

Chop suey.

Dig in.

What's in it?

Not chops.

You're a gangster, aren't you?

Say you are.

Why?

Gives you a thrill, does it?

Eat up.

I've gotta get home, read the kids a bedtime story.

A married gangster.

Businessman.

Think of me as a businessman.

I've never met anyone like you.

Same here.

Why's a girl like you earning a living on her back?

You ought to be at school.

Does it matter?

I'm here now, and you're here now.

That's what matters.

Will I see you again?

I promise I won't pinch your wallet next time.

You like a bit of excitement, yeah?

You're a good girl.

We're gonna have some fun.

Hey, mate!

A little birdie tells me you're looking for good men.

Here I am.

Why would he need a barrow boy?

Come on, Norman.

You see the sign?

Keep your eye on the letter O.

What do you say?

Go join a circus.

So, Norm, when do we make a move?

Hey, not in front of the sheila.

She's one of us now, George.

That makes you number five.

Me, number five?

When do we make a move?

Or are you just another bullshitter,

like your mate, Squizzy Taylor?

Well, you can walk away any time you like, Snow.

You go back to rolling drunks and robbing the poor box.

We strike the first blow tonight against Kate,

and then we retaliate on her behalf against Tilly.

Here's mud in your eye.

♪ If I'd a cow that gave such milk ♪

♪ I'd clothe her in the finest silk ♪

♪ I'd feed her on the choicest hay ♪

♪ Ha-ha-ha, you and me ♪

Hey!

♪ Ha-ha-ha, you and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, don't I love thee ♪

♪ 'Tis you who make my friends ♪

Evening, Minister.

Lovely to see you here this evening.

♪ So, tip her up, boys, down she goes ♪

Who turned the lights off?

No walk-ins today, thank you.

You leave my places alone,

or so help me, I'll come after you with a pitchfork.

Guttersnipe.

Bloody old mole!

I never sold my body.

Yeah, 'cause nobody'd want it!

Commie slut, go back to where you came from.

What you done now?

Nothing!

Time to launch phase two.

Anybody seen fatso?

Here he comes now.

What's he carrying?

- Jesus, what's that stink? - Got 'em, Norm.

Plenty more where they came from.

Yeah, good man.

What about Frank "The Gunman" Green?

Don't call yourself "The Gunman",

there's too many of them already.

Greg Gaffney works for Kate Leigh, for example.

It's his moniker.

Could go around there and shoot the bastard

and that'd solve the problem.

No, you gotta use something else.

"Junior Gunman", say.

Piss off.

Sir, welcome.

Step inside for some divine pleasure.

Nellie's booking's here and she's a no-show.

Jesus, those things stink.

Kippers made the British Empire what it is today.

On the nose.

Who's gonna do him?

I don't take clients no more.

We agreed.

You agreed!

You know he's not gonna touch the others, so what do I do?

Send him home?

Fuck it.

Shut it.

I know you wanted to see our Nellie,

but I'm afraid she's visiting her dying daddy,

so you'll just have to put up with me!

All right, come on, let's get comfortable.

Why don't you take off these stuffy, old clothes?

What is that appalling stench?

Jim!

♪ Your pennies are cascading down your wishing well ♪

What the fuck happened?

What the hell's going on?

- Rats everywhere! - Get out of the way!

Get out here, Kate Leigh!

You hear me, get out here!

- The whole neighborhood- - You've gone too far

this time and I'm gonna give you

some of your own rotten fucking medicine.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Oh, yeah, look forward to that.

Holy Mary, Wally!

Barney, Octopus!

You don't fucking mess with me!

Best not start something you can't finish, bitch!

Yeah, go back inside, you fucking bitch wife!

Fuck!

Why don't you just shoot them?

Kate and Tilly?

Mm.

Do you wanna watch me swing?

That's what they do to murderers.

Hang 'em by the neck 'til they're dead.

Have you?

Killed many people?

With a gun?

With a knife?

With what, then?

Feel good?

You're a very bad man!

I don't need to kill 'em.

Add enough fuel to the fire, they'll kill each other.

Tilly kills Kate and swings for it.

It's beautiful.

You want me to come in?

Just keep my chrome nice and shiny, Ernest.

If I'm not back in half an hour, call in the cavalry.

What exactly is Phil "The Jew" doing,

darkening my doorway?

One of your boys done over one of my street girls last week.

Knocked off five quid's worth of snow, according to her.

Well, the way I hear it, she shoved 10 bob's worth

up his nose to stop him telling everyone

she was selling for herself.

And not you.

Not hear about that?

Everyone's talking about you and Tilly.

Says it's gonna be all-out war.

Yeah, she's the one making all the moves.

What if she's not?

What if it's some other rooster,

making it look like it's Tilly?

What do you know, Phil?

Well, there's a new boy in town, Melbourne lad.

Friend of Squizzy Taylor's.

Norman Bruhn.

Why are you telling me this?

Hm?

Tilly and me rip out each other's guts,

you can just walk in and take over.

Well, I have thought about it.

But then I'll be in this rooster's sights then, wouldn't I?

And I'm not as brave as you girls.

So, you want us to destroy him to protect you.

Squizzy Taylor's a killer.

You think this coot's the same breed?

We can't afford to assume he ain't.

We've gotta stick together on this one, Kate.

I do me own dirty work.

I don't do yours.

How'd you go, boss?

No wonder her husband left, poisonous bleeding cow.

Ernest, we need to change our strategy.

No, we don't want your mother to hear.

Norm?

There's a Mr. Phil Jeffs downstairs.

Back in a jiff.

Phil Jeffs, Norman.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

You don't know me.

Well, what can I do for Phil "The Jew"?

Well, it's more what I can do for you.

I hear good things about you, Norm.

I can see a place for you in my firm.

Like what, carrying your bags, kissing your arse?

Look, I know you're a serious fella

from my contacts down south.

I just thought maybe we can do some good for each other.

I don't think I need a fancy man like you, Phil.

Unless I need a new suit, that is.

Well, that's all Jews are good for, ain't it?

Tailoring.

I think we deserve the best seat in the house.

There's a nice spot at the bar for you gents up there.

So, what'll you have?

Lemonade and rum.

Why don't you skip the rum?

Lemonade and lots of rum.

Woo!

How do?

You look beautiful tonight.

Thank you.

You like to dance?

I'll say I do, yes.

Oh, you mean with you?

I don't think so, sorry.

He's a lucky old coot.

He don't deserve you.

Well, I guess I'll just have to dance by myself.

My hat?

Come, and keep your mouth shut.

You wanted to see me?

You got 60 seconds.

I'm Norman Bruhn.

Oh.

Well, I'm very happy for you.

So what?

I'm not one of your Sydney pussies.

You ought to know that.

Am I supposed to shit meself with fear?

You had a good run, Kate.

Now, it's time to move on before you get hurt.

You only get one warning.

I don't care who you are.

Nobody (laughs) pushes me around.

I haven't even started to push yet.

We got rid of your mate, Squizzy Taylor,

and we can get rid of you.

Now, fuck off and stop bothering me.

So, she's a tough, old bat.

No surprises there.

So is Tilly.

They're no match for Norman Bruhn.

Worst man in Sydney.

I bet you could blow them away with a single puff.

I need an edge.

You need a wash.

You smell like a dog.

Something to put the wind up 'em,

make 'em tremble in their boots when they hear me name.

But I can't afford to fail, Nell.

I've got too much at stake, too many mouths to feed.

Go home to wifey, cry on her shoulder for a change.

You know, I wouldn't fly from New York to Paris

for all the tea in China.

I mean, what happens if you get engine trouble?

Where would you land?

In the blinkin' drink, that's where.

Oh, excuse the cursing, Mr. Bruhn,

but flying's not a natural condition for human beings.

I mean, it's an insult to the Almighty.

Beg your pardon, Norman,

but we ain't happy with our legs, now we want wings?

Careful.

Oh, sorry, Mr. Bruhn.

Oh, bloody heck.

I'd sooner cut me own heart out.

Anytime you're stopped by the Jacks carrying a gun,

you get jail time.

That's the law, right?

Mm, yeah.

So, we leave 'em at home.

Unless we know for sure, we're heading into a firefight.

We go unarmed?

You going fucking soft in the head?

We carry these.

The Jacks search you, you're on your way home for a shave.

A knife's better.

You can kill with a knife.

We don't need to kill.

With these things, one stroke, light as a feather,

you can open a man's face to the bone.

You ever had a razor cut?

The bleeding never stops.

Buckets of blood.

You could take off an ear, or maybe a nose.

You fuck with Norman and his boys,

you'll end up wishin' you were dead.

♪ Me and my wife live all alone ♪

♪ In a little hut that we call our home ♪

♪ She likes gin and I like rum ♪

♪ I tell you, we led lots of fun ♪

♪ Ho, ho, ho, you and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, do I love thee ♪

Hello, my darlin'.

What's your name, then?

Whatever you want it to be, sugar.

Listen.

Three bob for a regular, two bob just for a suck.

No, no!

It's like Whitechapel all over, like Jack the Ripper.

Except, she's alive.

Let's pray she stays that way.

Wonder how she came to be there.

It's a regular beat.

No, I mean, why does a lass end up on the street,

selling herself?

Track down every villain we know who uses a knife,

make them prove they're not our man.

Tom?

Don't be gentle.

Get up.

I told you, it wasn't me.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

You ever been whacked between the shit and the wind, Guido?

What?

Did I say sit down?

Hey?

Get up.

You're a knife man, Guido.

Famous for it.

I say that it was you, cut that poor girl.

No.

I'm just a barrow boy.

Yeah, with a big fucking knife.

What's the world coming to?

Wall, do we know this girl?

Damn it!

Lorna?

She used to move some snow for us, now and again.

Oh, Lorna?

With the pretty eyes?

Here, give it to me.

Come on.

It's from Kate.

Something to see you through.

Thank you.

Who was it?

Which one of you?

What makes you think one of us done it?

I hand out blades.

An hour later, some poor tart gets her face sliced off?

It was you, Snow, wasn't it?

Make you happy if I said yes?

You're awful quiet, Georgie Porgie.

No.

I decide who and when, not you.

You step out of line again, I'll slice your ears off.

Who's the toughest bloke in town?

Tom Kelly?

No, no, not Tom.

His brother, Sid.

Bloody eats nails for breakfast.

Snails?

Nails, fatty.

Well, them froggies eat snails, hey?

Yeah, Sid.

Definitely Sid.

Why?

We slice him up, him and his brother,

Kate and Tilly will pick up their skirts and run for cover.

Yeah, well, why don't we just bloody slice them?

Exactly.

Because every copper in Sydney will come after us.

Scared of the Jacks, are you, Norm?

They got friends in high places, you fool.

Judges, politicians, all regular customers.

Bet they'll give us a medal for cutting up

a pair of mugs like the Kellys.

And just how are we gonna do that, Norm?

♪ I won't hurt your mother ♪

♪ I won't hurt your brother ♪

♪ I'll find other ways to know ♪

You want a piece?

♪ I won't hurt your sister ♪

♪ I cannot resist her ♪

Five quid on Kelly.

Have some debt-collecting work

for you at the end of the week.

Gonna need the both of you.

Gentlemen.

What do you want to do tonight?

A feed, a drink and a root.

Well, we're all cashed up,

so that's gotta be Tilly's on Palmer Street.

They're the best tits in Sydney.

Do me a favor, mate.

Don't get your dinner on this tie.

Will you be home in time for the boys' bedtime?

No.

Do you have to work tonight?

Yes.

You'll be careful, won't you?

Yeah, yeah.

They wouldn't know what to do without you.

Where are you off to, gents?

Palmer Street, Darlinghurst.

Palmer Street, right you are.

Except, I wanna get dropped off

at Devonshire Street on the way.

You wanna go to church?

St. Peter's, mate.

Drop Sid off, then come back and pick me up.

Right you are.

Something's up, I can smell it.

"By the pricking of my thumbs"?

What?

"By the pricking of my thumbs,

something wicked this way comes."

Sorry?

Scottish play.

Intelligence report, sir?

Nothing so specific.

My maternal grandmother had a gift.

Each man take a street.

Walk in the light, be visible.

You're sending a message,

Darlinghurst is not a lawless town, right?

Off you go.

Something wicked this way comes.

Evil was already prowling the laneways and backstreets.

Darlinghurst was about to become known as Razorhurst.

Who do you like for premiers?

Ulster.

Ulster?

Funny.

- Spare a bob? - Piss off.

Hey!

Me wallet!

George Wallace?

G'day, Sid.

Where's the brother?

Wasn't with him.

Well, one Kelly will have to do.

You want a donnybrook?

That's not exactly what we had in mind.

Cut him.

Cutting the throat of the toughest man

in Sydney was an act of pure terrorism.

Norman Bruhn had staked his claim.

Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine's comfortable world

was about to be torn apart.

"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war."

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪