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I thought I told you to get outta here.

I'm gonna teach you a lesson.

Go ahead and try!

Looks like you'll be taking a little holiday.

What does that mean?

There's no work for you here, my girl

- Name's Greg. - I know who you are.

You work for Kate Leigh, don't you?

I was thinking about starting a new career.

That's him. That's Frank Green.

"The Little Gunman."

You're a class act.

Better than that bitch will ever be.

Too right.

- Can only be one queen. - No doubt about it.

Just wait outside.

Your highness.

My beautiful boy.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

Here we go.

Fat Sydney Rockies. Doesn't get any fresher than this.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

I read a story in The Truth the other day.

Bullshit, Barney. You can't even read.

Now, they asked Benny Wearing

what he'd wanna be doing in five years.

You know what he said?

"Still scoring goals for the Rabid Oaks."

How good is that? Eh? - Yeah.

What do you wanna be doing in five years, Barney?

- Me? - Yeah.

No idea.

- Greg? - Prime Minister, mate.

No doubt about it.

Come on.

Seriously? I don't know.

Maybe- Maybe have a family. Couple of kids.

Bullshit!

Aggie?

Stranger things have happened.

Yeah. Not many.

How about you, Wal?

Just like Benny Waring, mate.

Still scoring tries for Kate Leigh.

I'm gonna go for a swim. Who's up for it?

The water's freezing. Your balls will pop out your mouth.

Ah, you big girl. Bruce, Rocky?

Yeah, right. I'm up for it.

Ah, stuff it.

I'll take care of your gear.

Nah, come on, Walt! One in all in.

No, he's a bushy, mate. Can't swim.

Bullshit!

I've never met a bloke who can't swim.

Last one in's a puff tart!

Before this week was out,

one man would be dead, another wounded,

and a third would be facing the hangman's noose.

All for the love of a woman.

Alright, careful! Yeah...

Well, at least the dunny works.

- Bring it over- - Innit beautiful, eh?

Could never have that at Palmer Street.

You don't even play it.

So fucking what?

Anyone who's got any class has got their own fucking piano.

Yoo-hoo! Neighbors!

Welcome to Torrington Road.

I'm Gladys Solomon. This is my daughter, Constance.

Say hello, Constance. - Hello.

And here's a little something.

Oh, thank you! Ducks, how very kind!

Well, I'm Matilda, and this is husband, James.

Oh my. What a lovely piano forte!

Thank you, Gladys.

Constance goes to the Conservatorium of Music.

She's very gifted.

Yeah, I can see she's well endowed. With talent.

Sticks out a mile.

You'll have to come over and play

for us sometime, Connie, once we're settled in.

Oh, that'd be lovely, wouldn't it, Constance?

Oh!

You like to dance?

- Yes. Sorry. - It's all right, sweets.

One cup with sugar. Here you go.

Ta.

- Are you all right? - Oh, yeah.

It will pass.

Better.

Oh, don't worry. I'm not sick.

I'm just a little bit pregnant.

Oh.

Feels good to say it out loud.

What a pair of prize fillies.

What's cooking, good looking?

Horses run around Renwick in the dark now, do they?

- Who wants a drink? - Connie was just leaving.

It's a shame. Thought we could have a party.

Goodnight, Mr. Devine. And congratulations.

Oh, thanks, love.

Good five quid a night for a girl like that.

Why the congratulations?

Having a win on the ponies.

You did, didn't you?

Let's have that drink you were talking about.

Next time, bring me an extra blanket.

It's getting chilly at night.

What have you found out about me future son-in-law?

He spends most of his days with Eileen.

They go to the pictures, go for walks.

You know, things that young couples do.

I won't have 'em fornicating underneath my roof.

You tell her that. You tell her you'll break her legs.

Yeah, no worries. I've already taken care of that.

Good.

You can send Bruce in.

How's the jumper going?

Oh yeah, it's coming along good.

I like the color.

You reckon it'll suit him?

Yeah. I'll go get him.

Don't take too long.

- Morning, sleepy head. - Come back to bed.

I'd love to, but I can't. Gotta go to work.

Making the world a more dangerous place?

Yeah, something like that.

I'll see you at the Sabo. - See ya.

In Greg Gaffney,

Aggie found the love of her life.

Perhaps branding Nellie Cameron with a razor

was her way of declaring it.

Whatever her reasons, it was only ever going to end badly.

Not so tough now. Are you, bitch?

- Please, Aggie! - "Please, Aggie," what?

I'm gonna cut you so badly. - Don't, Aggie!

Let's start with your nose.

No!

Let's.

Try that again and I will kill you!

Blue bags. I got a thrash for dirty roots.

Are you you- You going to the game?

- Nah, mate. No. - Greg, Greg!

Aggie needs you. She's been bashed.

- Where? - Your place.

What happened?

Aggie? What happened? - Don't look at me.

- Who did this? - Frank Green.

What, because you left The Devines?

Should have been there to look after you.

- It's not your fault. - Look at me.

No, I can't! I'm hideous!

No, you're not. You're beautiful.

Look at me.

You listen to me.

You listen. You are still beautiful.

- No. - No, you are.

You always will be.

Always.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna kill the coot.

Greg.

Be careful.

You don't worry about me.

Get a car, meet me outside.

- Yeah, but I- - Just do it.

What's going on?

- I'm gonna kill Frank Green. - You're gonna what?

I'm serious. You should see what he did to Aggie.

- Is she all right? - No. No, she's not all right.

She's hurt, she's humiliated. So you-

You with me or what?

No mate, I'm not. Look, I'm sorry that she's hurt,

but you should go home and look after her.

'Cause no one's killing anyone.

You're weak as piss, Wal.

If it wasn't for Aggie,

Tilly Devine would own this bloody place.

Where to?

Just drive.

No, mate.

I prefer a good piece of lumber.

A man will do two years in the bay

for carrying a piece of timber.

And I'm not one for razors. Not after-

- Just take it. - Mate.

Now bloody well get this crate moving.

Well, he could be bloody anywhere.

We keep driving 'til we find him.

♪ Hope you found your way ♪

♪ To heaven ♪

Burn in hell, Green!

Shit, it's jammed. Barney, where's your gun?

The bloody thing's jammed. Barney!

- It's in the car! - Let's go! Go!

Go!

Drive! ♪ I felt ♪

♪ As I walked out of your front door ♪

♪ More relief ♪

♪ Than you could tell ♪

To shoot him is bad enough,

but to shoot him and not kill him.

That's why we've gotta finish it.

You just started a bloody war!

Their guard will be up. So we've gotta act fast.

We can hit him hard again when he comes

out of St. Vincent's. - Shit!

This ends when Green is dead!

All right.

Hard and fast. Barney? - Yeah, I'm in.

That's good, mate. Go start the car!

Alright, let's do this.

Pray to God none of us swing for it.

- What's wrong? - Dunno!

Shit!

Do you know what you're doing, Barney?

Yeah, just keep your shirt on.

Be quicker to hoof it.

We do this, we need to be able to get away in a hurry.

What about the boss's car?

We're not taking Kate Leigh's car to a shooting.

Use your (indistinct)!

- Car trouble, Barney? - Yeah. Bloody thing.

You know, these buggers run better if you petrol in them.

Barney, are we outta petrol?

- Yeah, could be. - Barney!

- Hey, that's not my fault! - Boys heard?

Someone shot Frankie Green. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, we heard.

Do you know if he's still at St. Vincent's?

No. Didn't wanna hang around for the coppers.

He's heading out to Maroubra.

Reckons he'd be right with Big Jim Devine.

Does he?

Well, I shot the bastard. - Greg.

And I'm gonna finish him and Devine off tonight.

So fuck the lot of them! - Greg!

Hello, operator?

Put me through to Big Jim Devine in Maroubra.

Make it snappy!

It's John Prendergast. - Any other, (indistinct).

But everyone calls me Snowy.

Right-o. No, I won't forget you, cheers.

What's up? Who was that?

Jim, who was that?

Some punk reckons Gaffney and his mates

are on their way here.

He's bragging he's gonna do both of us tonight.

- Sweet mercy. - Let him come.

Where to, gents?

You know where the Devines live in Maroubra?

- Torrington Road. - Yeah.

That's where we're headed.

Tilly's having one of her big shavoos, is she?

Yeah. Something like that.

Come on, Frank. Quick game's a good game.

Sugar.

Oh look, who just got the old maid?

- Can't we play poker? - No! I like Old Maid.

Nuggett, it's your turn.

Gots to love yourself a pair of black queens.

- Sounds like a car. - Pull over here.

But the Devine place is a couple along.

Here will do.

- Greg. - It steadies me hand.

Alright, gents. That'll be six bob on the knocker.

Just wait here.

We'll fix you up when we get back in town.

Six bob or I'm leaving right now.

- Fred! - I mean it.

All right.

Two bob. Three, three and six.

Four and six threepence. That's all I got.

Switch the lights off. This might be them now.

Mate!

I've got a really bad feeling about this.

You're gutless, Wal. - Mate!

Kate won't be happy. - Fuck Kate! This is personal.

I want Frank Green's blood!

We- We'll fix you up, promise!

Famous last words.

Gimme Frank Green and no one else will get hurt!

Reckon that's them.

Whole bloody street knows it's them.

Get outta here, Green!

- I'm with you, Jim. - You stay here, soldier.

You're wounded. - That's-

- I'll handle this. - That's Gaffney.

- I said I'll handle it! - It's my fight!

I want Frank Green!

All right, you bastards! I'm coming in!

I want Frank Green's blood!

Don't come on my property or I'll shoot!

Go on, shoot then! I've got plenty of mates with me.

- I'm telephoning the police. - Oh no!

Jim!

Bugger this for a joke.

Get him, Barney! Get him!

Come on, then, you bastards!

- Get outta here! - We're not gonna leave you!

I'm done for! Go!

Run, then!

- Nuggett, come with us! - Jim, no! Don't go!

They might be bluffing!

You don't bluff when you get hit by a round from a 303.

Come, Nuggett.

Hey, boys. I'd kill for a drink.

Till, get the brandy!

Thanks.

I'll be solid. - Good man.

- I'm "The Gunman." - You're mad.

You are.

Oh Jesus! Tell Aggie I love her!

Police!

Christ, Wal. What are we gonna do?

Nothing we can do.

I was protecting my wife and property!

It was self defense!

I'm a man with the right to protect his own home!

You gonna let that bastard get away with this?

Greg Gaffney, true to his word,

refused to tell the police his name or who gunned him down.

Eternal rest grant unto him, oh lord,

and let perpetual light shine upon him.

May his soul and the souls the faithful departed

rest in peace. Amen. - Amen.

Did he get the last rights?

Get a chance to make his peace with God?

I dunno.

So what the fuck happened?

I let him down.

The Lord has chosen to call our brother Gregory

from this life to himself.

We therefore commit his body to the earth.

For we are dust and under dust we shall return.

♪ And search for things to say ♪

But the Lord Jesus Christ-

What are those mongrels doing here, Wal?

- Dunno. - They've got no right.

♪ We all pay ♪

♪ A photo may relay a smile ♪

♪ To a single memory missed ♪

That the Lord may embrace him.

And raise up- ♪ So rest upon ♪

♪ Your mother's chest ♪

♪ She wears that pretty ♪ Father and the son

and the holy spirit, amen.

♪ Dress for you ♪ - Amen.

♪ Today ♪

- Thanks be to God. - Thanks be to God.

You're gonna hang for this, you murderin' bastard.

My only regret, Tomlinson,

is that you're not in that box too.

- Jim. - Not now.

We're here to pay our respects.

Not now, mate.

Terribly sorry about the death of your son, Mrs. Gaffney.

I pray for him every night.

Lovely.

Come on, love.

The inquest that followed

wasn't convinced by Big Jim Devine's claims

of contrition and self-defense either.

He was to stand trial for murder.

He shoots a man in cold blood and they grant him bail?

Well, at least it's 400 quid.

I don't care if it's £4,000.

How's Greg's mum bearing? - Not too good.

Parents were never meant to bury their children.

Send her a bunch of flowers and a case of brandy.

Right-o.

What else?

Eileen's band's been heard in church for the third time.

- They set a date? - Dunno.

You tell that sneaky little cow to come visit me

or I'll cut her off without a farthing.

You tell her she'll get nothing!

Best be on your way. See you next time.

My arm's on the mend. Just in case you're wondering.

What's the word on the street?

Leigh's people tried anything yet?

Not yet.

But they will.

They're not gonna take losing one of their own lying down.

An eye for an eye.

Unless we-

Come on. We're going into town.

Got a hemorrhoid the size of a baby's head.

Gotta ease it out gently.

Be happy to pull it.

Come on. - What's the rush?

We're gonna show the world we still rule the roost.

We're gonna crush 'em on their home turf. I'll get Frank.

♪ Tell me who's that writin' ♪

♪ John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writin' ♪

♪ John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writin' ♪

♪ John the Revelator ♪

♪ Wrote the book of the seven seals ♪

♪ The God walked down in the cool of the day ♪

♪ Called Adam by his name ♪

♪ Adam refused to answer 'cause he was naked and ashamed ♪

♪ Who's that writin' ♪

♪ John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writin' ♪

♪ John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writin' ♪

♪ John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writin' ♪

♪ John the Revelator ♪

♪ Wrote the book of the seven seals ♪

Hey.

Thanks, mister! Want us to whistle you a tune?

I'm a really great whisper. - No, no. Thank you.

Very nice, though. Maybe some other time.

Don't be cross. You know I'm a big softie.

Your mum wants to see you.

I don't like going out to that place.

It gives me the creeps.

She could be getting out soon.

Another couple a months.

Well, it looks like she's gonna get out early

for good behavior. - Her? That would be-

So if you don't want all hell to break loose-

Walt! We're in for a stoush.

Frank Green's recruiting muscle for the Devines.

They're heading to Kellet Street

packing shooters and blades.

Get Will Archer, Octopus, Barney. Anyone you can find.

Just Go! Go! - Right.

They all up for a bit of rough stuff?

This lot would slit their mother's own throat

for free grog and snow.

Excellent.

Tomlinson.

I reckon the action's gonna be out here tonight.

Reckon you're gonna freeze your asses off.

Bring it on, mate!

I can take you and your mates

with one hand tied behind my back!

Who's that one? With the big mouth.

Snowy Prendergast.

He's the one who phoned, threw the tip off about Gaffney.

Reckons we owe him.

Punk.

- You wanna go eat, love? - No. Wanna stay and watch.

I've got half a dozen blokes coming from the arms

after the swirl. - They got their own blades?

- Aye. - Give 'em

and twist when they get here.

Whatever it takes to show those pricks out there

we mean business.

Tilford reckons the big fella will be good for the cup.

Phar Lap.

- I'm pregnant. - What?

- We're gonna have a baby. - Jesus Christ.

I think that name's already been taken.

Tomlinson and his crew are coming out.

- Oh, Stiffy and Mo? - You want us to take 'em on?

No. Wait for my word.

For the change of shift at the cop shop.

Don't want the blizzard spoiling your fun.

All right.

How?

You're not really asking me how!

That's why you bought the house.

One of the reasons, yeah.

Brothel's no place to raise a baba.

Are you happy or what? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Of course I am. It's a bit of a shock, that's all.

Hope I'm around to see the little tacker.

You planning on pissin' off?

Well, Till, I could swing for murder.

You're not gonna swing.

I won't let 'em touch an hair on your head.

Hey!

I say, you fellows! Will you kindly desist

from making a disturbance and clear off?

Hey, shut up!

Bastards!

That looks about even Steven.

Frank! Frank!

Come here!

The boyfriend.

Give him a new smile.

My pleasure.

Come on!

Hold him!

What happened?

I didn't see who did it.

That's all. Now piss off.

How old is Higgs, 22?

He's a good looking young bloke.

He gets turned into Frankenstein's monster,

and he still won't say who slashed him.

Doctor stitched up another dozen monkeys

from the same stoush.

None of 'em had anything to say.

Damn the lot of 'em.

So I went around to his digs.

All his stuff's gone.

- He's got two brothers. - Bill and Burke?

Bruce, Bill, and Burke.

He's probably with one of them.

Yeah. Maybe.

He'll be back.

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks, Wal. You can go now.

He left you this.

Dearest love.

By the time you read this, I'll be long gone.

Please forgive me for not having the courage to say goodbye

to your beautiful face.

I'm not strong enough to bear the look of horror

and revulsion you would be unable to hide

upon seeing the hideous thing I have become.

I learned so much from you, my love. Thank you.

Yours faithfully, Bruce Higgs.

Bruce Higgs never returned to Razorhurst.

Kate Leigh never saw him again.

But she never forgot her beautiful boy.

Yeah!

After a very short trial,

Big Jim Devine was acquitted

of the murder of Greg Gaffney on all counts.

Here's to justice being done.

And done like a bloody dinner!

And here's to Greg Gaffney,

rottin' in Hell where he belongs.

We're gonna party 'til we drop!

Bill, Premier's on the phone.

Tell 'em I'm drunk.

- You don't look it. - Gimme half an hour.

Bless it! Put 'em through.

♪ She grew up in a nice neighborhood ♪

♪ But it didn't do her no good ♪

♪ 'Cause she's just the sum of her influence ♪

♪ And I can't tell you the difference ♪

♪ By the cracked windscreen on her car ♪

♪ Something is telling you don't know how lucky you are ♪

♪ You're just like the rest of those girls ♪

♪ They're all death by diamonds ♪

♪ And death by diamonds ♪

♪ And death by diamonds and pearls ♪

♪ Death by diamonds and pearls ♪

You are never, ever going over there again.

Fuck! Tilly!

Tilly! Jesus!

You're in hospital. Gave us all a real fright.

The baby?

You lost the baby.

We almost lost you.

- We'll wait outside. - Ta.

Hey, hey.

Where's the toughest girl in Sydney town, eh?

Not here.

I wanted that baby so much. - I know you did.

I know you did, baby.

Did they say that we could try again?

They didn't say.

Those girls who just left, they're your babies.

They need you as much as they need any mum.

That's what you're best at.

You're the best damn madam this town's ever seen.

That'll do me.

What day is it?

It's Saturday, love.

Well, you better get a move on. You're missing the races.

Don't be silly.

'Sides, they don't have the tip 'til the third.

I'll get you a cup of tea.

- Amen. - Amen.

Dear friends in Christ,

you are about to enter into a union that is most sacred.

- Where to? - You know where.

Albert Reginald Duke,

wilt thou take Eileen Leigh, here present,

for thine lawful wife, according to the right

of Holy Mother, the church.

Eileen Leigh, wilt thou take Albert Reginald Duke,

here present, for thy lawful husband?

I, Albert Reginald Duke.

- I, Eileen Leigh... - ...take you...

- Albert Reginald Duke... - for my lawful wife.

Can this thing go any faster?

To have and to hold.

From this day forward.

- For better. - For worse.

- For richer, for poorer. - In sickness and in health.

- Until death do us part. - Until death do us part.

- Amen. - Amen.

You're too late, lady. Wedding's over.

Come on, Katie. You couldn't have stopped it anyway.

She's legal age.

You got the wrong end of the stick, Wal.

I just wanted to be at me daughter's wedding. I'm her mum.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪