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I want 100 pounds on their heads, Wally.

I want them in the ground!

We get in first. You get her
men before they can get you.

I need a favor. I need
you to find a place for him.

You can have it anyway.

- I'm pregnant.
- I can take care of you.

I don't want anything
from you, ever again.

Crapetti, isn't it?

It's Calletti.

Keep your dago nose to yourself.

You know what they call me?

They call me the

Jim, do it. Hurry up, do it!

Jesus. Cop this, you bastards.

Barney!

Barney was a fine young
man. He was a credit to you.

Do you recognize this man?

Yeah, he shot Barney

and he shot me.

You piece of shit, Tomlinson!

You're a dog, Tomlinson!

- He talked?
- You're a dog!

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh uh ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

Scar on left cheek.

Tattoo of a woman's breast on left bicep.

No ulcerations or evidence of
venereal disease on foreskin.

By early 1930,
the feud between Tilly Devine

and Kate Leigh was
getting evermore personal

and evermore deadly.

Two of Kate's people had been murdered,

dozens on both sides had been
slashed, shot, and brutalized.

Come on, mate.

And now,
Tilly's champion muscle

and Jim's champion acolyte,

Frank, The Little Gunman, Green,

was facing the hangman's noose.

Who shot Barney Dalton? Read The Truth!

The Little Gunman on trial for murder!

Who shot Barney Dalton? Read The Truth!

The Little Gunman on trial for murder.

Jim, do it. Hurry up.

Do it! Jesus.

Why didn't you shoot them?

Despite his best efforts,

big Jim Devine is
feeling pretty damn small

over his role in the affair

while Wally Tomlinson was
preparing to walk a road

rarely traveled in the underworld.

Look lively, Wal!

I've got a fruit cake in the oven for ya.

Shit, it's burning.

Oh!

Ah!

Oh.

Not my finest.

You heard from her?

She with your parents in Dubbo?

Wouldn't know.

Octopus has put the word
out round the wharves.

Things as they are, it
shouldn't be too hard

to find blokes who wanna
make a few extra bob

working the doors.

Seems like half of Sydney's
looking for a job at the moment.

Yeah, I went round to your rooms

and I brought your clobber over.

Wal, I know you and Barney were mates

and I know you wanna do the best by him,

but court's bad news
whichever way you look at it.

All those beady eyes, you
know that better than I do.

I could understand if you
wanna pull the plug on this.

I'm seeing it through, Kate.

Oh, you think that Tilly's
mob are gonna let you,

gonna let you testify?
- I don't know.

What about me? What do I do then?

Well, Greg, Barney,
Bruce. I need you, Wal.

You need me?

You know, if Green would've
aimed one inch to the left,

I wouldn't have to
worry about any of this.

"Is he marked for death?"

You bet he is.

Where'd you get that?

Borrowed it.

Who are we gonna get, then?

Nuggett's staunch, but
he can't shoot for quids.

Will Archer's making out,
he's a hard man these days.

Pity the best bloke for
the job's in the Bay.

We can't fix him, Till.

- What's that?
- Tomlinson.

We can't touch him.

Can't so much as spit
at him on the street.

But he squealed to the rozzers.

He fingered Frank!

Every cop south of the bloody

harbor's watching us like hawks.

Wally can't testify! Frank will hang!

Jim! Are you hearing me?

Frank could bloody hang
unless we do something.

You think I don't know
that, you dumb bitch?

Don't you go calling me names!

You ain't even been out to visit him yet.

Jeez, you're a nag.

I should put a bet each way on ya.

Jim! This is Frank we're talking about.

15 shillings is a small price

for what I've got to offer.

That'd keep me in pork chops for a week.

You can pork my chops, sir.

Shifting for yourself
now, are you, Nellie?

Why don't you come back and work for me?

Thank you for the
offer, but I'm doing fine.

Is that so?

I reckon you might just
be going off the boil.

I told ya if I catched you

sleeping on my doorstep again,

I'd tan your frigging arses.

Don't you, bastard!
We aren't doing no harm!

Easy, Will, blessed are the meek

for they shall inherit the earth.

And blessed are them who know

what side their bread's buttered on.

What can I do to help?

Schooner, thanks.

Yeah, talk about that.

G'day, Wally.

G'day, Will.

I've got a message for you

from Tilly Devine.

Tilly Devine?

You kiss her bum as soon as Green fired

or did you wait 'til Barney
actually hit the ground?

Strong words coming from a man

with "kick me quick" pinned to his back.

50 quid.

50 quid, and when the lawyer
asks about Frank Green,

you find you can't recall so much

as seeing him in the street.

You tell her I'll take her money

when Barney Dalton buys me a freshie.

I'll be sure to pass on your answer.

You do what you fucking like.

50 pounds?

Now, I've fixed folks for Jim and Tilly.

I've done everything they asked of me.

And now, when I'm the one
who's facing the noose,

all they can do in return
is 50 fucking quid?

And bloody Tomlinson,

he picked me straight up.

You know that? He never hesitated.

Pity I didn't finish him as well as Dalton

when I was about it.

To cheer you up, Frankie.

Tell me what it's like

to fix a man.

You're cracked.

Come on, love.

♪ My porcelain skin ♪

♪ Tried to reach deep
but you couldn't get in ♪

Jesus, Nellie.

Tell me.

♪ See all the beauty ♪

♪ Repent all your sins ♪

♪ Nothing but time and
a face that you lose ♪

♪ I chose to feel it and
you couldn't choose ♪

♪ I'll write you a postcard ♪

♪ I'll send you the news ♪

♪ From the house down the road ♪

♪ From real love ♪

Visitor's given you blue balls, has she?

At least I've got visitors and balls.

You can have the stinking moll.

I hope she gives you the clap, mate.

Oh!

♪ Live through this ♪

♪ And you wouldn't look back ♪

♪ There's one thing I want
to say so I'll be brave ♪

♪ You were what I wanted ♪

♪ I gave what I gave ♪

♪ I'm not sorry I met you ♪

♪ I'm not sorry it's over ♪

♪ I'm not sorry there's nothing to say ♪

Now, Frank Green's trial is our chance

to cut the feet from under these women

who think they have the run of this city.

This is the third death
arising from this feud

between Devine and Leigh.

Norman Bruhn, Greg Gaffney,

and now, Barney Dalton.

Now, Kate's people are
already the walking wounded.

If we can get Tilly's
chief gorilla convicted,

we seriously damage her too.

So shaved, and sharp,

and know your testimonies inside out.

We are not, I repeat,

not gonna see a vicious little murderer

like Green acquitted by
any want of preparation

from this station, right?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, boss.

We will prove that Francis
Donald Green did feloniously

and maliciously murder
Bernard Hugh Dalton.

And, Your Honor, so
egregious is this crime,

we will be seeking

the death penalty.

You were present at St Vincent's

when Mr. Tomlinson first named the accused

as Mr. Dalton's murderer?

I was, yes.

Who else was present?

A surgeon, two nurses.

And you were present when Mr. Tomlinson

gave his sworn deposition
in front of the coroner?

Yes.

Was anyone else present?

A typist, the accused,

and another possible suspect

who we released for want of evidence.

Were any of
those people Mrs. Leigh?

Kate Leigh wasn't there.

I escorted her out of the room myself

before the coroner arrived.

But Mrs. Leigh had been in
the room with Mr. Tomlinson?

Prior to the coroner arriving, yes.

She was alone with him?

Yes.

So they could have discussed anything?

- I suppose, but I-
- Thank you, Senior Constable.

But I don't think she
wanted Tomlinson naming names.

In her mind-
- Thank you.

Senior Constable, your speculations

on what Mrs. Leigh may
have had in her mind

are not admissible.

All the Crown
really had was Wally Tomlinson.

I saw Green standing in
the street holding a gun.

He said, "Cop this, you
bastards," and started firing.

Pretty much their entire case

rested on his credibility.

I don't know how many
bullets hit Barney.

He was lying on the footpath, bleeding.

I went to him, stooped
down to pick him up,

and then I got one in the arm,

and Green came over, and he stood over me,

and he shot me again in the chest

point-blank range.

Wally was a good witness.

Trouble was the defense
knew all about Kate

and Tilly's feud.

Mr. Tomlinson, when did Mrs. Kate Leigh

first visit you at the hospital?

I don't know who I saw there.

I mean, I was in a pretty bad way.

Kate Leigh is, um,
the head of one of these

underworld gangs, is she not?

I couldn't say.

Uh, but you know her pretty well.

We're friends.

Yes, and the
accused is known to have worked

for Mrs. Matilda Devine, is he not?

That's what I've heard.

And Mrs. Devine is the leader

of another underworld gang, um,

a rival gang to Mrs. Leigh's?

I couldn't say, I've
heard tell, but, you know?

Uh, uh, will you deny, um,

your friend, Kate Leigh,

mentioned Mr. Green's name to you

before you named him in
your dying deposition?

Uh, his name may have passed
between us over the years.

Will you deny Mrs.
Leigh had instructed you

to carry out certain plans

in relation to Frank Green?

Yeah, I do deny it.

- Mrs. Leigh!
- Get out of the way!

- Mrs. Leigh!
- Move aside, would yas?

What did you really say
to Wally in the hospital?

You've had a word
for your friend, Tilly?

Is is true, Kate?

Did you send Dalton and Tomlinson out

after Frank Green that day?

While Kate
was feeling the pressure,

Tilly was making plans to deal

with the three eyewitnesses to the murder:

Tom Kelly, Edward Brady,
and Charles Connors.

I asked to see you today

'cause you're all appearing as witnesses

in me man, Frankie's trial.

Uh, I wanna assure you, Miss Devine,

that these eyes witnessed nothing

outside the hotel that day.

What about you, Mr. Brady?

With your injured claw,

you're gonna tell the court what exactly?

That, that I was too drunk

to see the face of my assailant.

I don't talk to cops.
Everyone knows that.

Well, that's all fine and dandy,

but I'd like to make dead sure of a thing

so that when you're in that box,

you're not simply saying
you didn't see nothing,

you're saying you saw
somebody else entirely

put the rounds into Dalton and Tomlinson,

somebody not Frankie Green.

Sensational scenes
in Darlinghurst Court today

as Frank Green's defense brought forth

a trio of stalwart witnesses.

Mr. Connors claimed to have enjoyed

an unobstructed view of
the entire violent episode.

Mr. Brady confirmed Mr. Connors's story,

saying the miscreant, whose weapon

has left his shearing hand crippled,

was definitely not the accused.

While Mr. Kelly recalled
with piercing clarity

that the shooter was dark,
thickset, and nuggety,

wearing a distinctive pale gray suit.

It wasn't that bad.

- What is?
- Green's lawyer, Windeyer,

is just trying to put the wind up folk.

It only takes one juror to believe

that Kate put Wal up
to it, and Green walks.

Shut your gob, May.
It ain't gonna happen.

Wal!

Cuppa?

Uh, no, thanks.

A cousin of mine's got a
shack up in the Blueys.

I might roll my swag there
while the trial's on.

Go? Why?

You've already given your evidence.

No cause to leave now.

Best to get them beady eyes
turned elsewhere, I reckon.

Oc will drive you.

I can get a train.

You're not catching a fucking train.

Oc, you can take him.

Wally went bush
for a couple of weeks.

He needed space to think.

He wasn't hiding to protect his skin.

He was hiding to protect his heart.

Where is me big fella then?

Eh? Come on, come to Tillsie.

Eh?

Ow! What's up with you?

Nothing, that's what.
- I'm tired.

Well, you have to actually
exert yourself to get tired,

and you haven't so much as
lifted an eyebrow in weeks.

What's bothering you lately, Jim?

Is it the trial?

Is it Frank? It's all under control!

Besides, you shouldn't
have to feel bad about it.

He's the one what pulled
the trigger, not you.

He's the gunman.

I'm not bothered about the trial.

I'm not bothered about Frank.

The only thing bothering me is you.

Having a good one?

What are you doing here?

Nuggett's got the night off.

You needed someone to protect your house

and home.
- Uh.

Can I just say what a frigging honor

it is to be working for a war
hero like you, Mr. Devine.

And if there's ever
anything I can do, well,

I'm not scared of anything.

Now, that's a big call, son.

It's true, not scared of anything.

What about that weak prick Tomlinson

shooting his mouth off naming names?

Shameful.

Not scared of anything, eh?

You stay.

Oy! Who the hell are you?

Upstairs.

What do you think you're doing?

Tomlinson, where is he?

Cowering under the
table, what do you think?

Piss off, mothball!

Do that again, and
I'll bite your nose off.

Where the fuck is he, bitch?

I told you he's not here, dickhead.

He's not here, Snow.

You get out of me house!

I said get out of me
house now, you mongrels!

I know where you live!

- Told the cops?
- No.

- What about Wally?
- No, I didn't tell him.

And you ain't to go blabbing neither.

Nobody knows where he's holed up.

He's, he's safe. He need the peace.

He's got enough on his plate already.

Back door all good?
- Yep.

You can do the front one too.

Yeah, what are you gonna
do if they come back?

I'll look after myself.

Trial's going good.

It'd be nice if my wife bothered to come

and show a little support.

Sorry, it's just the
girls have been so poorly.

- Are they better?
- Yeah.

Over their whooping coughs?

They've been asking for ya.

Ah, give them a kiss for me then.

They'd like that.

It is gonna be all right, isn't it?

You ain't gonna hang?

Yeah, you see any
crystal balls around here?

Sorry, it's just,

just-
- Jeez, Doll, you're not

the one facing the hangman!

I've been laid off.

What?

I've been laid off.

The factory's booted all married women.

It's, it's only the blokes
who've still got jobs.

And I've asked at Sargents,

at all the other factories, but
everyone's in the same boat.

Everywhere, it's queues a mile long.

I'm down to my last few quid.

I, I don't know what to do.

Dear Frank, I
hope this finds you well

and that you're using your time to rest up

from the rigors of your working life.

Mr. Windeyer assures me all
is going well with your trial,

though he is most particular

about not speaking out of school.

Fingers crossed we'll
have you back with us

where you belong soon.

Regards, Tilly. P.S.
Jim sends his very best.

His very best.

Got blue balls again, do you, mate?

Mighty nice to see you, Nellie.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Well, I was thinking about your offer

that I come back and work for you.

Well, you know there's always a place

for someone of your special talents

in me humble establishment.

Thank you, Tilly.

Of course, nothing's
worth what it used to be,

so I'll be taking 50% of your earn.

- 50%?
- Or you could keep on

shifting for yourself, door's right there.

Milk?

Get your treat right now.

Yeah, I've got it!

Mom, Mom, Mom?

Will we see Daddy in the court?

Yes, sweetie, remember what I told you.

He can't talk to us.

He's gotta make a very
important speech to the judge.

- Can I wave at him?
- No.

Can I blow him a kiss?

Yeah, he'd like that.

I'm gonna blow Daddy a kiss.

I know absolutely
nothing about the shooting

of Barney Dalton, nothing.

I do not know why Tomlinson has come

and told these lies about me.

I have never carried
a revolver in my life,

and there is not a living
soul who can say I have.

A few dead ones might
argue the case, but...

I have always fought a fair
fight with my bare knuckles.

There is only one thing
that I can think of

of why Tomlinson has come
here to tell these lies,

and that is to shelter the woman

he has lived with, the woman,

in that box, Kate Leigh.

This woman hates me and
my employer like poison.

That is the only thing
I can see why Tomlinson

should say these things.

I know nothing about the shooting,

and I am innocent.

While the 12 good
men and true of the jury

went off to decide whether to send

Frank Green to the gallows,

Jim Devine went on
targeting Wally Tomlinson,

determined to prove he
was still as big as ever.

Get into it!

Fuck off from me house!

I'm gonna kill
Tomlinson. Fetch him out!

I told you before, he's not here.

Now, I've got a gun.

A gun?

Now, bring out Tomlinson.
We want Tomlinson!

Bring him out here right now!
- I won't tell you again.

If you try to come into
me house, I'll shoot ya!

Bring out Tomlinson right now!

Get up, old bitch!

We know Tomlinson's here!

We know he's your fancy man!

Got him tucked up under
your eiderdown, have ya?

Bring out the-

Come another inch, and I'll shoot ya.

Yeah, right.

I mean it, I'll shoot.

Help, help me!

Joe, don't leave me! Don't leave me!

Help me!

Oh, Joe, don't leave me, please!

Please don't leave me! Ah!

No one's coming for ya.

Oh, Joey! Fred!

Your mates deserted ya.

What sort of low-life bastard must you be?

I want my mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

You've been bailed.

I was aiming for his leg.

Always been a shithouse shot.

Jury's back.

Hurry up, do it! Jesus, Jim.

- Frank.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait.
- Cop this, you bastards.

Have you reached a verdict?

Fucking beauty!

If that's not a poke in
the eye for Kate Leigh,

I don't know what is.

It's so good to have you
back with us, Frankie.

And welcome to you too, Dora.

No, Dolly.

Oh, yeah, sorry, Dolly.

Oh, you must be one
relieved little lady, eh?

Come on in, you come.

Champers not getting any bubblier.

There's our
free man right there!

There you are!
- Yeah.

Hey, there you are!
You're a free man now.

Good job.

- Cheers.
- Well done, Frankie.

Good to see you, mate.

Good to see ya.
- Nice work.

Where's me number one man?

Always knew you'd be acquitted, mate.

This is me missus.

Charmed.

Ah, forget that shit.

Till, where's the Scotch?

Gwynnie, change that bloody music.

Is this a party or ain't it?

Party.

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ And stop them all we must ♪

Hooray!

Bugger this.

May, get cracking. Oc, put the word out.

What?

I'm throwing you a party.

- Kate, no!
- Don't you say no to me.

Don't you dare say no.

I'm not gonna let that
Pommy bitch win, you hear?

She's not gonna win.

So how does it feel, Frank?

Thank God for this great
jury system of ours, you know?

They've come to the right decision.

Got any words for Kate Leigh?

Yeah, she's a lying so-and-so,

and she's got a fat arse!

You've got a beautiful
family, Frank, uh.

How have they helped you in this time?

Well, Doll, she's a doll.

Uh, you know, the kids are beauties,

and I wouldn't be the
same man without them now.

♪ This scar is a fleck
on my porcelain skin ♪

♪ Tried to reach deep
but you couldn't get in ♪

♪ Now you're outside me,
you see all the beauty ♪

♪ Repent all your sins ♪

♪ It's nothing but time
and a face that you lose ♪

♪ I chose to feel it and
you couldn't choose ♪

♪ I'll write you a postcard,
I'll send you the news ♪

♪ From the house down
the road from real love ♪

♪ Live through this ♪

Wally?

♪ And you won't look back ♪

We've been waiting for ya!

♪ Live through this ♪

♪ And you won't look back ♪

♪ There's one thing I want
to say so I'll be brave ♪

♪ You were what I wanted ♪

♪ I gave what I gave ♪

♪ I'm not sorry I met you ♪

♪ I'm not sorry it's over ♪

♪ I'm not sorry there's nothing to save ♪

♪ I'm not sorry there's nothing to save ♪

Wally Tomlinson
took to the road,

back to the bush where he'd grown up.

He never returned to Razorhurst.

He never married.

And he never saw Kate Leigh again.

Cheers.

Sorry I've been a bit of
a bear with a sore head.

I guess I was troubled about Frankie

facing the noose after all.

Jim,

you ain't never killed anyone, have ya?

In the war,

in the trenches, you never killed no one.

That's why you couldn't
kill Barney Dalton.

Greg Gaffney was just a
lucky shot in the dark.

Don't worry, mum's the word.

Oy, oy!

Now, leave off!

Ray, it's young Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie! Come on, Eddie!

Ray.

How many do you reckon
you'll be lighting

by the time someone's
lighting one for you?

If I lit a candle for
everyone I lost in me life,

I'd light up this city.

And it wouldn't make
one jot of difference.

God would still shit on
you from a great height.

Why does He do it?

Men commit murder,
women sell their bodies.

Why does He let a little
kid die in the street?

Who died? What kid?

Doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter in heaven,

so why should it matter on earth?

God's not a weakling, Blissett.

He looks after them who
look after themselves.

Rabbitoh, Rabbitoh,
get your fresh rabbits!

Rabbitoh, get your fresh rabbits.

Rabbitoh, get your fresh rabbits.

Kate Leigh
was eventually acquitted

of Snowy Prendergast's murder,

justifiable homicide on the
grounds of self-defense.

But his death would stay on her conscience

for the rest of her life.

Rabbitoh,
get your fresh rabbits.

Rabbitoh, get your fresh rabbits.

Rabbitoh...

♪ What a fellowship ♪

♪ What a joy divine ♪

♪ Leaning on the everlasting arm ♪

♪ What a blessedness ♪

♪ What a peace is mine ♪

♪ Leaning on the everlasting arm ♪

♪ Leaning ♪

Hi, Ma.

Eileen.

♪ Oh, how sweet ♪

Boy or girl?

Girl.

♪ On the everlasting arm ♪

What'd you name her?

- Charlotte.
- After Grandma?

I call her Cha-cha.

I just made a brew if you want a cuppa.

Can I? Uh.

Can I please hold her, yeah?

Hi.

Hello.
- Hello.

Hello.
- Any bickies?

Yeah, yeah, on the table in the tin.

Hello, little baby girl.

I'm your granny, yeah.

What do you think of that?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, (shushing), where's your mom, huh?

You come here, have some Granny's cookies.

She looks like you, eh?

♪ Leaning ♪

♪ Safe and secure ♪

Both Kate and
Tilly had cares aplenty.

Bring the car around, Oc!

But neither woman

was going to let private worries

interfere with what
really mattered to her.

Their battle was about to
enter its deadliest phase.

Time to get back to work.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ Oh ooh ♪

♪ That is home ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪