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When two or more citizens

of proven bad character are seen together,

that's consorting.

Six bookings, we can lock
'em away for six months.

Guido Calletti is back in town.

He doesn't have a why for
kids to be running home to.

When you slip in beside
Mrs. Green later on

think about where I might be.

You work for me now.

Got yourself a bonafide push.

Hello, boys.

No one can know that this came from me.

Nobody move!

Sid?

I've been framed.

Hey, Sid, I own you.

There's no bloody justice in the world.

How do you think the coppers got onto

our pal Herbert that night?

If you are calling me a dog,

you'd better be able to prove it.

I can't wait to feel me
big man's arms around me.

Tilly!

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out here. ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

Tilly?

Look what you've done
to me fucking shoe!

Fucking London these
are! They cost a fortune!

And more than you
deserve, you scraggy bitch.

You'll pay for this,
Jim. You mark my words.

Self-defense.

Call it what you like.

We're calling it attempted murder.

No, mate.

I was just trying to pacify her.

Firing at her with a 303?

Over her head. I wasn't
trying to kill her.

Found hubby in bed with the housekeeper.

She started yelling. He started shooting.

Well how did he miss?

That woman's got three miles of front.

So what do we do?

Well, we lock him up on
the attempted murder charge.

Her for contravening
her conditions of bail.

We'll have both Divines
in the lockup by lunchtime.

No we won't. She's not breaking the law.

She has to be.

She was sent to London for two years,

she's back inside four months.

She left the country,
the charges were withdrawn.

There's nothing we can hold her on.

Tilly!

Tilly, open up, you bitch!

Open up. I wanna talk to you.

Talk to the judge,
you murdering bastard.

And how come you ain't in jail anyway?

Frank bailed me. I owe you, son.

Put it on me tab. Tilly, please!

If you don't withdraw the charges

I'm going to jail permanent.

Yeah, good. It's where you belong.

Firing a rifle at your own wife!

Oh, Tilly.

See you in court.

Vindictive bitch!

She's supposed to stay
in London for another year.

She gets to come back home Scott free.

Probably sitting up there

like the Queen of England herself.

I'm not letting that
bitch strut back into town

like she owns the place.

If the law won't take care of her, I will.

How? We haven't got any muscle.

Well, we'll find some.

Who?

There must be a hundred
hundred hungry blokes

sitting spitting distance from the door

who'd jump through hoops for tuppence.

Yeah, but only half of
those know how to use a gun.

Half again shoot straight.

Good luck finding one with the
balls enough to shoot at all.

Maybe we don't have to
worry about Tilly anymore.

Big Jim kicked her outta Maroubra.

If he's stuck there and
she stuck in Palmer Street,

what harm can they do anyway?

You've got a visitor.

Hm? Come to his senses at last.

It ain't Jim.

Mrs. Leigh.

This is a surprise. Did you miss me?

Heard you were back.

So London didn't work out for you then?

Home is where the heart is.

Funny that.

Because I heard that your hubby
kicked you outta your home.

Chased you with a 303 I believe.

So your marriage has pretty
much fallen off the truck then?

What do you want?

Well, seeing as you're
in reduced circumstances

and feeling for you as I do,

I've come to you with an offer.

A job.

You can work behind my
bar to keep you going.

Very funny, Mrs. Leigh.
The height of comedy.

What do you know about marriage, eh?

You never could find a
bloke that could stand to be

in the same room as you
for more than a month.

You'd drive him off. Every single one.

They fuck you for a bit,
and then they're gone.

Jim and I are married for life.

You'll never know what
that is. You'll die alone.

And you'll die sooner than you think.

Conflict wasn't
confined to Razorhurst,

Italian dictator Benito Mussolini declared

the 20th century would
be the fascist century.

And in the 1930s, like-minded
men all over the world

rallied to his cry, hell bent
on stamping out liberalism,

democracy, socialism, and
all other moral corruptions.

Not much of a picture, huh?

The crime in Darlinghurst, eh?

Police are barely making a dent.

I am the police, mate.

I know. Frank De Groot.

You've got your work cut out for you.

Without having to worry
about the Commies as well.

We are not your enemy, Mr. Wickham.

The New Guard are here to help.

Rent's due. I've had
a landlord on my back.

I'll talk to him. He
knows we're good for it.

Grocery money at least.

This won't even cover
what's already on the tick.

I said I'll take care of it.

Sweetheart, can you look to the baby?

It's the whooping cough again.

I should take her to the doctor,

but so long as we don't have
two pennies to rub together...

Maybe we should go home.

My home, my ma and pa. Deniliquin.

The farm? But they haven't
got two sticks to rub together,

But they've got a garden and chooks,

they've got food on the table.

I've got money coming,
alright? The Divine's owe me.

Owing and paying are two
different things, Frank.

If this is the sort of shit
that a man comes home to,

I might as well not bother.

Frank Green. I've got something for you.

What, you think I'm stupid?

Well you are if you
think I'm gonna shoot you.

You wanna pay me?

I want to give you a job.

Five quid there. One of those
every week you work for me.

What sort of
dog do you think I am?

Turn on me mates?

Well, they've been
your mates have they, Frank?

What sort of mate was Big
Jim at your murder trial?

Where was he when you were in jail, hm?

He doesn't sound like a mate to me.

You don't buy me.

You keep it. Just for thinking about it.

Doll?

Look what I got us for dinner.

Dolly?

Guido and his jailbird mates

were doing quite nicely for themselves.

But he wanted a bigger
slice of the Razorhurst pie.

Al Capone didn't get to the top

just rolling drunks now did he?

Go and make us some money, sweetheart,

Where are you going?

To talk business.

Hey there.

You've been following
her people for a week.

We can't seem to get the coke supplier.

Now someone's bringing her the shit.

We just gotta intercept Kate's
coke supplier at Wushka,

she's out, we're in.

Did you talk to Frank Green?

How'd you get on with the little gum-nut?

You'd better not be calling him that

if he comes to our side.

Are you sure it's such a good idea?

It's not about us getting
him. It's about her losing him.

Two birds, one fucking stone.

You heard anything from Jim?

They still charging him?

All he's gotta do is apologize.

Better hurry up too.

It Makes the business look weak,

him being down there and me up here.

Anyway, what about you?

Who are you with now?
Frank? Guido? Someone new?

Frank.

Honestly, Nellie, I can't keep up.

What, you got a roster or something?

How do you decide?

Well, it's all fun and
games when the sun's shining.

When the Titanic goes
down, you wanna make sure

you're one of the ones on a liferaft.

What's the hurry?

How old were you when you
and Big Jim got married?

16.

Oh fuck! Come on, Blizzard.

Not the fucking consorting again.

Number six for you, Ms. Cameron.

So what? Who's counting?

Well, you should have been.

Six charges in six months.

Get your fucking hands off me.

Automatic jail term.

- Nuggett!
- No!

Fuck off!

You know the rules, Tilly.

Nuggett!

Nellie made bail
but she knew she was done for.

Her appeal would surely fail

and she'd be sent to
Long Bay for six months.

Six long, lonely months in jail.

And the one thing Nellie
couldn't stand was being bored.

Why can't I have a sherry?

You can, in the ladies' lounge.

It's full of women. I
prefer the company of men.

Nellie, your presence here
discomforts the male clientele.

Look here, sir, are you
discomforted by my presence?

One Sherry, one.

- Hey, pretty boy.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

Go on, get out.

Don't. Listen up. Don't.

Not so brave in daylight are you, mate?

Come on, put up a-
- Come on.

Nellie, is there anyone
you want me to call for you?

Your mother?

Just wanna
have some good times.

You've lost a lot of blood.

You're going
to get me into trouble

with the Guard.

I believe in having a good time.

I believe in never being on my own.

So did you see anything?

No.

Did you hear anything?

Oh, well I heard the shots but...

Yeah.

Looks like somebody's wandering around

with a bullet in 'em.

Well they won't be wandering around

for long then will they?

This, er, this pub
shooting got anything to do

with Tilly Devine being back in town?

I don't think so.

With Tilly planning to give
evidence against her hubby

both sides are laying low.

Nah, it looked like a
straightforward bar fight to me.

Times are hard, blokes are on edge.

You don't think these New
Guards are involved do you?

I've been looking at the
weekly crime reports.

There's a big increase in assaults.

Like I say, times are hard.

Aye, but there's a
dozen arrests at a time.

All on Friday nights.

And every time the workers have a meeting

the New Guard turns up to bash them.

If blokes with different points of view

wanna thump it out of each other

just let 'em get it
outta their system, mate.

Oh, you think we should leave
them to assault each other?

Haven't we got bigger
things to worry about?

Okay.

Coke peddling, sly grog,
prostitution, consorting, razors.

Surely it's more important to lock up

the likes of Kate Leigh and the Divines

than it is to chase a
couple of rival footy teams.

You think that's all this New Guard is?

What else could it be?

Bill Mackay
was right to worry.

Times were desperate.

The working man was fighting back

and the New Guard was
ready, willing and able

to meet this communist threat.

Dad? Daddy?

Dad?

You were calling for your old man.

What? It was just a silly dream.

They said that I was going-

You're fine.

They got two bullets out.
One's still in there.

A souvenir.

Best get yourself a new girl.

What's the point? I'm going to jail.

For six months.

Excuse me.

You had this with you.

It's a bit of a mess, but
I thought you'd want it.

Thank you.

Looks nice, warm.

Well, let's go.

I'm serious. Let's go North.

Queensland. Just you and me.

But your wife.

All I care about is you.

You'd leave her and the kid?

Yes.

Queensland.

We'll hitch.

Why don't we get to carry guns?

Shouldn't we be treated
the same as the men?

I'm more interested in
the job than the politics.

But even Nellie Cameron
gets paid more than we do.

Nellie?

Nellie Cameron is the most
dangerous woman in Sydney.

More dangerous than Kate
and Tilly put together.

Anyone here?

Yeah, give us a minute.

Men are like moths
to a flame with Nellie.

She'll get someone
killed one of these days.

Do you think she does it with women?

You know, for money?

Good lord, no. Nellie's not like that.

I bet she doesn't have to fight the men

for her own bathroom.

If female police officers
are to taken seriously,

we should worry about the
job, not the amenities.

Can't you lot hold it in?

Jim, it's Frank.

You want a lift where?

Newcastle.
We'll be right from there.

That's a fair way, mate.

And I've, er...

Got quite a bit on.

She's really bad, Jim.

I need to get her to a hospital.

Ah, look, er, I gotta
pop a bit of oil in the car

then call past me bookie
on the way then, er...

Then I'll be on the road, alright.

Thanks.

Thanks, Jim. Thanks.

He's on his way.

G'day, Dom.

Superintendent, my boss
would like a quick word.

Who's your boss?

He's outside. He'd
like to speak in private.

Well, I don't speak in
private, so whoever your boss is

he can come in here and
line up like everyone else.

My boss is Jack Lang.

Look, I've got a problem.

I'm told you're the man to fix it.

Sir?

The New Guard, I want them stopped.

Stopped from what?

Organizing, membership, drills,

mobilizing against the red menace.

Boys with different opinions

thumping each other on weekends.

My informants tell me that the New Guard

has already got over 10,000 members.

That means they outmatch
you lot three to one,

and they're building fast.

Now, I don't care about your politics

and I don't ask you to share mine,

but if you don't stop them,

there'll be a civil war in this state.

Sir, if there's such a threat,

you can use the parliament and add laws.

Parliament, bunch of jumped
up chemists and lawyers.

Aye, still, but this conversation.

I'm reorganizing
the police force.

Single command, one leader,
all the power he needs.

Make decisions, carry them through.

Like a Senior Inspector?

Police Commissioner.

I'll tell you what, Bill.

You stop the New Guard,
you'll be that Commissioner.

That wouldn't be a bribe?

Slice it how you like, Bill.
That's what I'm offering.

He'll be here soon.

I just wanna be warm.

Once we get you to hospital,
you'll be as right as rain.

Huh? We'll get those stitches fixed up.

Then we'll jump a train. We'd
be in Brisbane by breakfast.

I still remember first time I met you.

You turned up at Tilly's
looking for a job.

Yeah.

At the hospital, when
you were waking up, Nell.

You were calling for your...

For your dad.

Is he alive?

I mean do you have a family, Nell?

What? Are you wondering
who to call if I croak?

This is my dad.

My real dad.

He was a
soldier? Died over there?

Well, he came home.

My mother remarried.

I promised myself then...

Never go back.

Never go back

Nell? Nell?

Wake up. Wake up.

Come on, come on. Get up.

Come on. On your feet.

On your feet.

This is killing you, Nell.

Jim?

He ain't coming.

Fuck him. Fuck all of them.

It's just you and me. You'll keep me safe.

You'll die.

I'll die if I go back.

You left your wife.

Frankie?

You left your wife.

Frank.

She left you.

Nellie Cameron survived,

but she didn't make it to Queensland,

and she'd gets six months
for the consorting charge

she tried to run away from.

But worse than that, she'd
lost her faith in Frank Green.

Meanwhile, the game was
changing down Maroubra way.

For the first time ever, Tilly Divine

was about to testify
against her husband Jim.

Or so he thought.

No, wait.

♪ Missed me ♪

♪ Now you gotta kiss me ♪

♪ If you kiss me, mister ♪

♪ I might tell my sister ♪

♪ If I tell her, mister ♪

♪ She might tell my mother ♪

♪ And my mother, mister ♪

♪ She might tell my father ♪

♪ And my father, mister ♪

♪ He won't be too happy ♪

♪ And he'll have his lawyer ♪

♪ Come up from the city ♪

♪ And arrest you, mister ♪

♪ So I wouldn't miss me ♪

♪ If you get me, mister ♪

Well, did he even say anything?

About what?

About me getting him off
an attempted murder charge.

Ungrateful shit.

I bought him this tie pin too.

Cost a pretty fucking penny.

I should stab in the throat with it!

♪ That must mean you love me ♪

♪ If you love me, mister ♪

Did he ask for me?

♪ You would never leave me ♪

♪ It's a sin ♪

He ain't asking, I ain't going.

♪ As can be ♪

Maybe he just needs some help

remembering how important I am to him.

♪ Missed me, missed me ♪

♪ Now you gotta kiss me ♪

♪ If you kiss me, mister ♪

♪ Why do you keep leaving ♪

♪ If you trick me, mister ♪

♪ I will make you suffer ♪

♪ And I'll get you, mister ♪

♪ Put you in the slammer ♪

♪ And forget you, mister ♪

♪ And you'll miss me, won't you ♪

♪ Won't you miss me ♪

♪ Won't you miss me-e-e-e ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

What's this about?

I dunno. All hands they
said. Must be a raid.

I've heard word that
the New Guard intends

to raid a workers meeting
in Darlinghurst tonight.

I thought it was a drug raid.

Now, I don't care whether you believe

in the New Guard or not.

Don't care whether you're
Nationalist Labor Party

or Communist Party.

In this city we don't let
any political group decide

who gets bashed and who doesn't, right?

We decide who gets bashed. I decide.

So get out there and belt
their bloody heads off, right.

Okay, boys.

We thought
Jack Lang would save us.

But has anything changed?

No!

Have we got more food on our table?

No.

More money in our pockets?

No!

Has Jack Lang given
us the jobs he promised?

No!

♪ Rule Britannia ♪

♪ Britannia rules the waves ♪

♪ Britain never never
never shall be slaves ♪

♪ Rule Britannia ♪

♪ Britannia rules the waves ♪

♪ Britain never never never ♪

Now you break it up now!

Spread out, men. Take them down.

Come on! Break it up!

Who are you then?

Francis De Groot. New
Guard Commander. Free zone.

Recruit number 55454.

Formerly of the 15th Hussars.

I answer only to the King of England.

I'm Superintendent William Mackay,

and while you're in my town,
De Groot, you answer to me.

You're under arrest for inciting a riot.

These men are enemies of
the state. We're helping you.

That's bullshit!

I don't need your help.
Thank you, Mr. De Groot.

You can't control the
vice in this suburb.

You've got two women running the show.

There's sly grog, cocaine, brothels.

Here here.

Oi! Get here!

There are enough communists
in the eastern suburbs alone

to stage a Stalinist uprising.

How is your tiny police
force going to stop them?

Same way we're stopping you now. Right?

You've got nowhere near
the numbers we've got.

You need us.

Really?

You! You're in the New Guard?

Take 'em away and charge the lot of them.

And you, come with me.

What the hell are you playing at?

I got a right to do what
I like on my own time.

Joining groups like
these? What the hell?

They're on our side, Bill.
They wanna help the police.

They wanna take
the government over.

We're on the brink of
a civil war here, mate.

And I will do everything in my
power to stop that happening.

You wanna sign up with groups like this?

Then maybe this isn't
the right job for you.

All I wanna do is my job, Bill.

Right, crims, they're the
ones we should be after.

Kate and Tilly.

If we can't deliver on
simple law and order,

then what good are we?

Your mates here,

they plan to take control of this state.

Do you know that? Aye.

So right now stopping
them's a bit more important

than locking up the likes of Kate Leigh.

So you squash the New Guard.

What's in it for you?

That's what I thought.

Why you arresting me?

That was great.

A job well done. We'd better wash up.

I-I have something
that I wanna show you.

Ta-da.

How?

I asked and he said yes.

Asked who?

Bill Mackay. He said no
one had asked him before.

Of course, it didn't hurt that
I batted my eyelids at him.

It's Superintendent Mackay.

Uh, I'm sorry, but I-I
wanted to surprise you.

I'm-I'm terribly sorry
if I've offended you.

Of course not.

Well done...

For taking initiative. Excellent.

I hate to offend you.

I think the world of you, Miss Armfield.

It's beautiful.

I'm sorry I was...

Sharp.

I'm so glad we're friends.

I hope that we can be more.

Much more.

You...

You think?

You think th-that I-I'm a...

Aren't you?

I think it's best
we both go our separate ways.

I'll see you in the morning.

7:00 AM sharp.

As usual.

I got you something in London.

I wanna go to Kate's
Saloon, not this dump.

Nell, you're a bail absconder.

You gotta keep a low profile.

May as well be in jail.

Back in a minute.

So how does Kate get her cocaine?

Every time a
ship comes in from China,

Eileen leaves the house with the baby.

10 o'clock at night on the knocker

there's a ship in the night.

If you follow that pram,

you'll get to Kate Leigh's coke supplier.

Mate, we only get one chance.

Next ship's not in for a month.

Percy, relax. Hell or high
water wouldn't stop me, mate.

Dollsy?
- Alright, sweetheart.

Dolls? Forget him. We're celebrating.

Alright, mate.

Piss off.

Celebrating what?

Tonight I'm becoming the new Al Capone.

Who's Al Capone?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on here?

Nothing. I's distraction.

Shit. Are you leaving me, Nell?

Didn't work out.

Queensland? You wanna go to Queensland?

I'll take you to fucking Queensland.

We'll go tonight.

Oh, and break down on
our way to Newcastle.

Hey, we won't be breaking down.

I'm gonna get you the fastest car in town.

Yeah, I'll drive you anywhere.

Queensland?

Anywhere. I'll take you to New York.

I will drive you to New York.

You want someone who
can take you? That's me.

I'll marry you if you want.

I will marry you. I'll take you anywhere.

Anywhere in the world.

Frank! Stop!

You're kidding me, ain't ya?

No! Oh! Frank?

Are you alright?

Guido, go! Go, I'll take
him to the hospital.

Go! I'll meet you later.

In here?

Yes.

I always loved you.

I'm so sorry, Frank.

About what you said when
you were lying on my floor.

Did you mean it?

You know I did.

Say it again.

Bloody stitches.

Doctor's a butcher

Still alive then?

Settle down. I'm not here to hurt you.

I'm here about me job offer.

I told you, I've got a job.

Yeah, and where are they?

Send you flowers did they, mate?

What am I
gonna do with flowers?

Well, you're gonna look at 'em every day

and they're gonna remind you of me visit.

And what else I bought you.

What else?

£100. Yours
for the taking, Frankie.

But I'm not offering again. This is it.

What do you want me to do?

Gaffney's dead.

That leaves only one gunman.
And that's you, Frank.

Who do you want shot?

Not just shot. Shot dead.

Your old boss.

Tilly.

Not Tilly. Big Jim Divine.

I want Tilly to suffer.

I want her to know what it feels like

to lose someone she loves.

I wanna get her right where she breathes.

He never came.

You called him and he never came.

♪ Its a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there. ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪