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We get him first.

You get her men before they can get you.

Thanks, but you're good.

We're gonna crush him.

Mate.

Buddy.

Normally they burn in hell, eh?

The boyfriend. Give him a new smile.

Hold him.

So I went round to his
digs. All his stuff's gone.

But Greg, Barney, Bruce.

I need you all.

You need me.

Here where none of us
give what we want in life.

Got any words for Kate Leigh?

Yeah, she's a limestone,
so she's got a fat ass.

The visitor's given
you blue balls, has she?

At least I got visitors.

Kate Leigh doesn't run prostitutes.

She's in to sly grogs or stolen goods.

Well, turns out she's selling these.

Where are they getting
it from? Find out.

Gentlemen, if Kate Leigh
really is supplying cocaine,

I want her head on a plate.

Are you saying that
there's no cocaine coming in

through the ports illegally?

Sir, with all due respect-

Bring me Kate Leigh.
The worst woman in Sydney.

Get her on something
that gives her jail time.

Anything. Just get her off the street.

♪ It's a jungle out here ♪

♪ It's a jungle out here ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

By early
1930, the Great Depression

was starting to bite.

Men were leaving their families

and going on the wallaby, the
open road looking for work.

But in Razor Hurst there
were still plenty of punters

with pounds in their pockets looking for

sex, sly grog, and cocaine.

Tilly Devine made the most of it.

She and Big Jim were raking in more money

than ever before, which allowed him

to indulge in new hobbies,

while she was busy congratulating
herself on being top dog.

For Kate, things weren't quite so rosy.

Her sly grog and cocaine businesses

were ticking over steadily.

But they left her far too much time

to think about her empty bed.

Shot of whiskey. Make it
quick and make it a double.

Two shillings.

Two bob? I work here.

Not yet, you don't.

Next time, say please.

Kate wants you.

Herbert Brown.

Your mates call me Pal.

Let's hope that's what we'll be then.

Pals, you familiar with
a Packard motorcar?

Ain't an automobile in
the world I can't drive.

See I got this talent for engines.

They can purr like a kitten.

I'm looking for more
than a show for Herb.

I'm looking for a bloke with
guts and brains. Is that you?

Well, let's just say I don't
think you'd be disappointed

in the, uh, performance department.

You wanna get that under control.

People might think you got the DTs.

Now I pay well, but I expect a lot.

As far as you're concerned, I
come first, second, and third.

No exceptions.

- So when do I start?
- Now. Tonight.

I've got some girls supplying
snow and they're running out.

You got an appointment on
the wharf of the Chinaman.

Neither
Kate nor Tilly was ready

for the sledgehammer about to
come crashing down on them.

Overnight, life in Razor Hurst changed,

when the parliament passed a vagrancy act

that included the harshest
consorting laws ever seen

in a western democracy.

At long last Bill Mackay had
something to smile about.

We finally got the teeth
we've been asking for

and new men and our attack dogs.

When two or more citizens
of proven bad character

are seen together, that's consorting.

Two ex-convicts, talking
about the football

or last night's radio
quiz, that's consorting.

All the men in booking, six bookings,

we can lock 'em away for six months.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Just what we need, sir.

All right fellas, I'm
booking you for consorting.

Here, stop.

♪ The boys light up ♪

♪ Then the boys light up ♪

♪ Hey, the boys light up, light, light ♪

♪ Then the boys light up ♪

♪ Yes, the boys light up ♪

♪ And the boys light up ♪

Hello, Johnnies.

I really love a man in
uniform, don't you Gwyn?

I know I could throw one out of it.

Very funny, girls.

You both booked for consorting.

First
booking normally got you

a slap on the wrist.

So it was for Nelly and Gwynn,

but Queen Tilly wasn't so lucky.

What's going on here?

Are these friends of yours, Tilly?

Yeah, of course they are.

Now get your filthy,
stinking hands off 'em.

- Oh, but you're-
- Throw in

offensive language and assault police,

and she was looking at a
lengthy custodial sentence.

Didn't risk my life in a flaming war

to have my wife treated like this.

It's bloody un-Australian.

Too fucking right, he is.

Now you know. We catch you
or your girls consorting,

you're nicked.

That's the sort of shit you'd expect

from the bloody Bolsheviks.

Fresh out of Long Bay jail,

Guido Calletti was back on the streets

and desperate to prove
he was more than just

a fruit and veg man.

He was desperate to be a player,

and desperate to win Nellie
Cameron back to his bed.

Good day, Perce.

Oz.

Good to be a free man again, eh?

Very nice.

You boys looking for work?

Who's hiring?

I am.

Didn't you used to be a barrow boy?

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes I did.

If you ever laugh at me
again, I will kill you.

You'll work for me now.

Order me another beer.

Oh Jesus.

Where you going? Come on.

Excuse me, sir. Got a light?

Enjoy yourself Percy. Thanks boss.

Watch out for the consorters.

Bastards.

And our last girl, I'm sure
you're quite familiar with.

What are you doing here?

Buying.

You seen the color of his money?

You never visited me at the Bay.

I make it a rule not to visit prisons.

You visited Frank.

So I hear you're back with him.

I don't like to be alone.

Now you don't have to be.

- It's not that simple.
- Yeah, it is.

Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight's business is

on occasion, not conversation.

If you'd be as good as to pick one

of these beautiful ladies.

I'll take her.

What's wrong.

Nothing. Nothing.

Don't you want to?

It's not that.

Then what?

I'll kiss it better.

What?

It's not like we've got all night.

No. No, no, we don't.

You are just gonna run back

to your wife and kids as usual.

You don't have to worry about that.

I know.

It makes me feel second best, Frank.

I won't be second best. It
makes me feel like a whore.

You are a whore.

Guido Calletti is back in town.

He doesn't have a wife or
kids to be running home to.

Think about that when you slip in

beside Mrs. Green later on.

Think about where I might be.

I've had a brilliant idea.

Another one.

Well, it shoves this
consorting shit right up

Bill Mackay's, stinking asshole.

I'm listening.

We go home.

We are home.

No, home, home. England.

It's where we belong. Don't you see?

Listen. What about the girls?

What about the business?
What about this place?

Oh, we keep it all. With
them and us, and our money,

London's ripe for the picking.

We could make our big
bloody noise. Imagine it.

I don't think so, sweetheart.
I, I really don't know.

Look, you just worry about
pecking wins. All right?

Leave this to me.

Your Honor, who I know is a fair, kind,

and extremely handsome man.

If you could find it in your heart,

your beautiful generous heart,

to let me off these egregious charges,

so that I might return home
to the land of open glory,

and see me poor old consumptive
mum who is languishing away

and maybe on her last legs.

I would be eternally grateful.

What did the old fart say?

He's gonna sleep on it.

So, I've been thinking
about this plan of yours.

Oh, you come around to it, have you?

Come inside and I'll tell you.

Tell me now.

The whole world doesn't have to know

everything we're doing, love.

I'm not embarrassed
of us, even if you are.

I think it's a bonzer idea.

Oh, you gorgeous, bloody bastard.

It keeps you outta
jail and keeps you happy.

Oh, happiest girl in the world.

Except things are bad
over there too, love.

And this bloody depression.

Not so bad for them,
that's got means like us.

Except our means comes
from our businesses here.

No reason why they can't keep going.

Except if we both
leave every two bit punk

with a gun and a blade
will be all over our setup,

like flies on shit.

Not to mention your mate, Kate.

So what are you saying?

I reckon you should go on your own.

No way in the wide world.

I'm not going anywhere without ya.

Only for a little while.

No.

Only until I find someone to manage

things for us.
- No.

Yes. I'm talking about
getting someone we can trust

with enough muscle to
smack down any challenges,

then I'll join you.

- What about Frank?
- No, not bloody frank.

Why not? He's loyal. He's
proven. He's got the ticker.

- No.
- Why the fuck not?

Because Frank's a bloody
follower, that's why.

He's not a leader. Don't
worry, I'll find someone.

If the judge says
yes, you go take London

by storm, sweetheart.

Oh, yes.

Thirty days in the county jail.

They let me out and I just wanted to wail.

Some fool tried to hold me down.

I got drunk and ripped up the town.

At last, Guido had it all.

A new career, beer money in his pocket,

and a gorgeous girl on his arm.

Who could ask for anything more?

Kate wants to see ya.

♪ Bad boy, ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a bad, bad boy. ♪

What can I do for you, Kate?

Well, I here you're
coming up in the world.

No more fruit barrow. Got
yourself a bonafide bush.

They're mean, motherless
bastards, every one of them.

They follow me through hell.

Who's this?

Herbert Brown, me associate.

Oh, the new driver.

Amongst other things.

Not a patch
on Bruce or Wally, Kate?

That's none of your business.

You could stick a collar and
chain on him. Call him Rover.

You could keep a civil
tongue in your head

or I'll kick your ass in the
kick back stream, meself.

Now...

You are here 'cause
I'm offering you a job.

What?

I need muscle to protect
me girls selling snow.

And maybe you could provide that.

These blokes of yours, reliable?

There are a bunch of ex-cons.
All they do is rob drunks.

Why don't you piss off Herbert?

Go outside. Get yourself a drink.

They're solid, Kate. I
handpicked them myself.

Yeah, in that case, I'm sure we can come

to a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

Who knows? Maybe be the
start of something big.

There's no reason why you couldn't make

a decent name for yourself
in this town, Guido.

You ever hear tell of an
American gangster Al Capone?

He's Italian too. It didn't stop him.

Darn, her.

Kate's plan to counter

the consorting laws was simple.

Hire a patsy to take the heat.

Fuckin' wop.

One first class ticket
to London, thanks ducky.

Only third class available.

It says all classes available.

Third class only, Mrs. Devine.

My money's as good as anyone's.

Third class.

Fucking hell.

If she'd set her mind to it,

Tilly could fought the
charges stacked up against her

or cobbed it on the chin
and done her jail time.

The truth is no one was forcing
her to get on that boat.

But like every migrant,
returning triumphant to the land

of her birth was a favorite fantasy.

The land of her birth, England.

Home of everything she held dear.

Not going with the missus?

Rather cut me own leg off.

She gonna miss you.

Yeah, I'll miss her too, mate.

She'll be right to spend
some time with the family.

Besides business won't
run itself now will it?

Frank and I can keep
an eye on things for you.

I know you boys have only got

her best interest at heart.

It was Jerusalem builded here.

Among these dark Satanic Mills.

After one
last all-night party,

the day of Tilly's
departure finally arrived.

Well, don't get up, you fucking bums,

I'm only leaving the fucking country.

Oh, you don't sail 'till
noon. What's the bloody hurry?

We've got a stop to make first.

I'm really aching, ma.

Shh, stop your complaining.

You're not the first
mother with sore boobies

and you won't be the last.

Alright, there you go.

Thanks.

Ah, that be Herbert got in.

Ma.

Well, ain't this cozy?

I just popped by to
say au revoir mes amis.

Oh yeah, that's right.

You're being deported today.

Hardly. I'm going back to
the seat of king and country.

I'm the happiest girl on God's earth.

What do you want?

Look, I know you and I have
had our differences, Katie.

But I didn't wanna leave
with any ill will between us.

That's for owing me five bob.

And you owe me a fucking dog.

We both know you're the
biggest fucking dog in this town.

You get outta my house.

You stay away from my
girls while I'm gone.

Or I'll get my Jim to shoot

the rest of your sad and sorry lot.

You get outta my house
before I rearrange your face.

You know why I really came?
'Cause I have everything.

I'm young. I'm rich.

I'm beautiful.

And I reckon if I ever come back

to this God forsaken
place, you'll be dead.

So I just want you to know
one thing. I'm the winner.

Come on, Jim. This place
makes me wanna vomit.

You are not the winner,
you stupid, pommy cow.

This is my daughter and
this is my granddaughter.

So my blood flows through
their veins. They're my legacy.

And what about you?

You're just a barren piece of shit

with a murdering, cheating
prick for a husband,

and nobody loves you.

- Bitch!
- They don't even like ya.

Yeah. Come on, then.
- I'm not nothing.

Come on, then.
- I'm not nothing!

Let, let go of me.

♪ Is it like catching a star ♪

♪ Or is it just dark ♪

♪ Pointing ahead ♪

♪ I could almost see ♪

♪ A little spark ♪

♪ Stand up ♪

♪ Stand straight up ♪

♪ Stay proud ♪

Can I help you, miss?

You can give us a kiss and cuddle, Mum.

Matilda?

Ted. Ted. Guess who's here?

Who?

Come and see, we're in the parlor.

It's more than I remember.

No, it's just the same.
It's you that's gotten bigger.

You're saying I'm fat.

No, I'm not saying that.

The parlor? Father McBride?

What do you want?
- Ted.

Hello, Dad.

Where's all your hair gone?

Himself here with you?

Jim's coming later on.
We're gonna go into business.

Move back here.

Where's Fred?

- Not here.
- He's at school, love.

You're not taking him.

Dad, I'm back now. We can be a family.

You're not taking our Fred.

He's my son. I'll
bloody take him if I want.

You still got the old clock, then.

It's your father's
pride and joy, that is.

Craftsmanship. Don't
make him like that anymore.

This will be him now.

There's someone here to meet you.

Hello Fred.

Hello Missus.

Don't you know who I am?

Darling.

This is our Matilda.

I'm your mum, Fred.

Oh, you're so handsome.

Like your daddy.

Go on. Come give us cuddle.

Mommy's home now.

Your bloke, who's been
looking after the girls

on Victoria Street's being
nicked by the consorters.

Now luckily, the girls managed to scarper.

Do you think this bloke's likely

to cut a deal with the coppers?

No. He'll stay solid.

Well, he better. That's
the third time this month.

And I'm paying for
muscle that's not there.

I'll sort something out.

What are you smiling at?

Um. Nothing.

It is my educated opinion that

Tilly Devine has ruined the lives

of innocent women by setting
them to work in her brothels.

She is the worst kind of woman.

A filthy, filthy whore,

who will burn in the unquenchable fires

of hell for eternity.

Aren't you gonna write that down?

You called me here because you said

you had a cracker story for the paper.

Kate, Tilly Devine's old news.

She's gone, forgotten.

Stories about her are
wrapping last month's fish.

Would a bottle a rum, make
it a new or interesting?

- Two bottles.
- Done.

And you can mention I gave a hundred quid

to the Missions to Seamen fund,

just for a way of comparison.

- When was that?
- It'll be this week.

Don't you worry about the details.

Just don't make it sound
like it was me who told you.

Anything else on Tilly?

Something new would be a big help.

Well, the punters know she ran brothels.

She stole one of my best breeders.

What?

I loaned Tilly Devine a dog
and she never returned it.

Punters love an animal story.

A delicious piece of corned beef, love.

I hate to think what it must have cost.

Do you like it Fred?
Cat got your tongue?

When your mom asks you a question-

He's shy love.

Give him time.

You could be a total bloody
stranger for all he knows.

Yeah, but I'm not. Am I?

I'm his mum. I gave birth to him.

I would've taken him with me, too,

except you wouldn't let me.

You were too young
dear. Well, I'm not now.

I got means.

I've got a beautiful house.

And I'm gonna buy a mansion.

Be a palace compared to this dump.

Gonna send him to a good school.

Give him everything his heart desires.

And when his dad gets here,

I'm gonna give him
something he's never had.

A proper family.

There's never been anything
proper about you my girl.

I doubt there ever will.

You fucking prick.

You're not too old to
get the back of my hand.

Just fucking try it.

Fred! Freddie!

This is short.

Kate says it's all you're worth.

Your boys spend half their time
down at the police station.

That's bullshit. You pocketed the rest.

Instead of looking out for her girls.

That's what she said.

Empty your pockets.

Mate, I'm only the messenger.

Empty your pockets or I'll cut 'em open.

Look, I'd love to stay and
chew the fat with you boys,

but, um, I got an important meeting.

Gotta meet me at Ching Chong Chinaman

down at the docks about some snow.

Kate Leigh trying to stiff us?

She wouldn't dare mate.

Good. Now what's our money?

Coppers.

Six ain't your lucky number, dago.

They're gonna love having
you back out in the Bay.

Word on the street is you've been

providing muscle for Kate Leigh.

Don't believe everything you hear mate.

You give us something solid
to hang on that drack bitch,

you may just stay a free man.

Gentleman's too stupid to know

what's good for him, detective.

Pity. Can't be a big shot
in a long Bay jail cell.

Get him outta here,

Now, hang on.

The crook's classic dilemma.

Do I sell my mates down
the river in exchange

for a free walk?

Or do I cop it sweet and go back to jail?

No one can know that this came from me.

You sure this is good?

Worth taking apart.

Calletti's trying to save his own skin.

It's hardly worth betting the farm on it.

Yeah, if we can knock Kate Leigh

with a shipment of cocaine,
we can send her away.

Take Sergeant Anfield
and Constable McElroy

out with you in case you
need to search any females.

Good hunting, lads.

Bloody women have taken over.

Coming.

Constable McElroy, this is Syd Thompson.

You'll be under him.

Good day.

Edie.

Welcome aboard.

Thanks.

If you ladies are done,
we've some crooks to catch.

You are making me nervous
with everything, Sunshine.

Looking after your security, Kate.

You have a valuable shipment due.

If it ever bloody gets here.

He would be late for his own funeral.

Maybe he got lost.

Probably chased a cat up a tree.

About bloody time.

It's not my fault. Those
Chinese are all the same.

We followed Browner from the docks.

He went inside about 20 minutes ago,

but no one's coming out since.

We'll cover the back lane in case

they make a run for it that way.

You good?

Safest to assume on recent
form that the bitch is armed.

So we go in with weapons drawn.

Keep your wits about
you and stay with me.

Let's get the evil cow.

All right, game's over.

Oh, just my luck. I've got a good hand.

Get this to the girls
on Victoria Street.

Police!

Nobody move.

Get outta my house, you bastards.

Sit.

Move.

Nothing.

Where's the snow, asshole?

That's for you.

Now goes the Oscar?

- Hey!
- Detective!

Search the bitches.

Get your hands off of me.

You don't scare me.

Okay, take her.

- Bloody bull dykers.
- Ma!

- Get your hands off me.
- Hold Tom.

Grab it. Don't let it burn.

Detective, cocaine twists.

Tear the place apart.

Kate Leigh, you're under arrest
with possession of cocaine.

You dirty, stinking copper.

Don't defy me. You
get back here right now.

You do not talk to me like
that, young man. All right?

What's going on?

I buy him new clothes.

I take him out the city
of slum. And what's he do?

He runs back here. First chance he gets.

You're not me mother.

And he keeps saying that even though

he knows full well, I am.

I hate you.

Fred.

He's only a child.

Huh, about time he
started acting like a man.

It's a letter, come for you.

Oh, good.

It'll be from Jim. It'll
say when he's coming.

I bought him a beautiful
tie pin from Herod's,

he's gonna love it.

Hello darling.

I hope this finds you well.

Everything's hunky
dory here in Sydney town.

Oh, the old sack of shit's
in the newspapers again.

She's had a go at you in the truth.

And then she got herself arrested

with a bucket load of snow.

Business has been somewhat slowed.

But I've managed to keep
myself and the girls busy.

And I'm keeping a close eye
on the pennies and pounds.

Unfortunately, the slow down
means it would be a bad time

to hop on a boat for the odd bloody.

I know you'll understand.

And you know how much a
miss having you in my arms

and give my love to your mom and dad.

And, of course, Alfred.

He must be loving having his mom back.

Hug and kisses sweetheart, Jim.

Get out, and don't you ever come back.

Don't you worry I won't. I'm going home.

What do you want,
Wickham? You come to gloat?

So tell me this.

Who shelved me?

What, you got so many
enemies, you can't guess?

Tilly Devine's 12,000 miles away.

A lot of people hate your guts, Kate.

The kind of woman you are.

You know why I hate you?

'Cause you pretend to be a God-fearing,

pillar of the community, but
you are nothing but a leech.

Telegram's arrived for the prisoner.

Oh yeah? I gotta check to make sure

it don't contain contraband.

Give it here.

Where were you when I needed you?

I can't help you if you
don't answer your bloody phone.

I should get a fucking refund.

While Kate was
in custody awaiting trial,

her elderly mother, Charlotte, died.

Kate was allowed to ship the
body to Sydney for burial.

She was granted day release
to attend the funeral.

Hey, this is your
great-grandma, Charlotte.

Her name's Charlotte, too.

Yeah, say bye-bye great grandma.

Bye-bye.

Eileen.

Yeah, ma?

You know she can't hear you.

Yeah, ma.

Why don't you go and
put another pot of tea.

About time we got this
show on the road, eh?

Goodbye. You cruel old bitch.

No, no. It's too soon. No.

Oh no. Oh no. I know she's
up dancing with the angels,

but I will miss her, so.

No sweeter mother ever drew breath.

Talk about laying it on with a trail.

Oh, mother.

London to a brick.

She's gonna use this to
go for an adjournment.

Oh, they got Buckleys.

But that is
exactly what Kate did,

and exactly what Kate got.

Oh, you sweet, sweet thing.

She was released on bail,

on compassionate grounds,
which meant Tom Wickham was now

one very unhappy copper.

He knew to make the drug charges stick,

he was going to have to turn
someone else close to Kate,

closer than Guido Calletti.

Deep trouble, Herbert.

I haven't done nothing.

Consorting, mate.

I wasn't with anyone.

Minor detail.

Cocaine, possession, however.

Well, looky, looky, here.

That's a frame up.

That's your boss's line.

Don't you come the
high and mighty with me.

You're about as bent as a nine-bob note.

Two ways this can go, Herbert.

Either you give up your boss

or you go for a nice long,
long holiday out at the Bay.

You know what they do
to good looking young blokes

like you out in the Bay, don't you mate?

Hey, maybe you'll enjoy
playing mummies and daddy's.

You'd be the mummy.

We know you distribute
cocaine for Kate Leigh.

Bullshit.

We saw you down at the
docks the other night, mate.

You led us to her house.

How do you reckon she's gonna feel

when she hears that in court?

All right.

Second time lucky, eh?

What did he mean when
he said you were bent.

Ah, bullshitting.
Biding himself some time.

Tom, he was bullshitting.

Look, we just had a major win.

Bitch is gonna do some serious time now.

Herbert
"Pal" Brown duly testified

against Kate Leigh.

But despite his cooperation,
he still wound up

with 15 months in Long Bay jail.

The charges against Kate
herself were dropped

when the cocaine seized from her home

mysteriously vanished from
the police evidence locker.

Fancy that.

Hey, Syd. I own you.
Don't you forget it.

There's no bloody justice in the world.

Superintendent Mackay asked
me how you were settling in.

I told him that so far you've
acquitted yourself admirably.

Thank you.

No need for thanks, just
keep up the good work.

Here, I thought this might
be of interest to you.

Police Association newsletter.

Of course, they don't
want us as members yet,

but, uh, that will change.

Can't believe Kate
Leigh's back on the street.

I know, but we don't make the
laws or set the punishments.

Our job is to serve.

Goodnight, Lillian.

Goodnight, Edie.

Good to see
you out and about Kate.

Is it? Oh, I'm touched
that you're concerned

for my wellbeing.

I'm curious, how do you
think the coppers got

onto our pal Herbert that night?

How'd they know to follow
him from the docks?

Well, the man is a shocking skirt.

He probably bragged about
his new job for Kate Leigh

at every pub in town.

Yeah. Yeah.

So it had nothing to do with you then.

I'm allergic to coppers.

You smell distinctly canine to me.

If you're calling me a dog,

you better be able to prove it.

You're sacked, by the way.

Now you get outta me car and you piss off

back to that fruit
barrow where you belong.

There was no pomp or ceremony

when Tilly arrived home.

She wanted to give hubby
Jim a nice surprise.

How does it feel to have
the sunshine on your face? Eh?

To Maroubra. Thanks, Ducky.

Can't wait to feel me big
man's arms around me. Oh.

Surprise, I'm home. Jim?

Huh? Oh.

Get off me. Get off me. Get
off me. Get off me. Jesus.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Look at you, love.

What are you doing here?

I live here. Who the fuck is this slut?

Phyllis here just helps out.

Get the fuck outta my house

before I cut your fucking face off.

She just helps out around the place!

Does a little cooking and cleaning.

Oh yeah? And polishing
your fucking knob.

Don't talk to me like that.

Hey, watch it.

Fucking shit.

Piece of shit, I'll fucking kill you.

Not if I kill you first.

Oh, fuck.

The bastard's trying to fucking murder me.

Bitch.

Tilly.

♪ It's a jungle out here ♪

♪ It's a jungle out here ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪