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I want �100 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 favour. 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... Oh!

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 recognise 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!

Scar on left cheek.

Tattoo of a woman's breast on left bicep.

No ulcerations of 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.

Arggh!

Ohh!

Arggh!

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,

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.

Oh, shit. it's burning.

Ohh!

Ah!

Ohh...

Huh, 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.

It 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, look, 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.

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

I'm seeing it through, Kate.

You think that Tilly's mob are gonna let you testify?

I don't know.

Well, what about me? What do I do then?

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.

Well, who are we gonna get, then?

Nugget'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 you.

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 you if I catched you sleeping on my doorstep again

I'd tan your friggin" arses.

Don't, you bastard! We weren'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?

No! No!

A schooner, thanks.

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 till Barney actually hit the ground?

Strong words coming from a man with 'Kick me quick' pinned to his back.

So 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 fleshy.

I'll be sure to pass on your answer.

You do what you fucking like.

�50?

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

I've done everything they've 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?

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.

Jesus, Nellie. Tell me.

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

Your 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.

Ohh!

I'm not sorry I met you I'm not sorry it's over

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 Honour, 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?

The 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 has 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.

The 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 the head of one of these underworld gangs, is she not?

I couldn't say.

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,

a rival gang to Mrs Leigh's?

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

Will you deny 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! Mrs Leigh! Move aside, would yas?!

What did you really say to Wally in the hospital?

Have a word for your friend Tilly? Is is true, Kate?

Did you send Dalton and Tomlinson after Green?

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 youse here today

'cause you're all appearing as witnesses in my man Frankie's trial.

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 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 Connor'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-grey suit.

It wasn't that bad.

Green's lawyer Windeyer's 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.

Well, where's my big fella, then, hey?

Come on. Come to Tillsie, hey?

Ow!

What's up with you?

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

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?

Nugget's got the night off.

You needed someone to protect your house and home.

Yeah.

Can I just say

what a friggin' honour 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.

I'm not scared of anything.

What about that weak prick Tomlinson

shooting his mouth off, naming names?

Shameful.

Not scared of anything, hey?

You stay.

Oi! 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, not here, dickhead.

Ohh!

He's not here, Snow.

You get out of my house!

I said get out of my house, you mongrels!

I know where you live!

Told the cops? Nup.

What about Wally?

I ain't telling 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.

The 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 cough?

They've been asking for ya.

Give them a kiss for me, then.

They'd like that.

It is gonna be alright, isn't it?

You ain't gonna... hang?

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 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 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 rigours 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 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 my 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.

The door's right there. Milk?

Mum? Mum? Mum?

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 even

Get into it!

Fuck off from my 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 my 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!

Arggh!

Joe, don't leave me, please.

Please don't leave me! Ohh!

Ohh! Ohh!

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 mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum! Oh, Mum!

Mum!Mum!

Mum!Mum!

Mum!

You've been bailed.

I was aiming for his leg.

Always been a shithouse shot.

Jury's back.

Hurry up. Do it! Jesus, Jim.

Wait, wait, wait. Cop this, you bastards.

Have you reached a verdict?

You 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, hey?

Well, come on. In you come.

The champers is not getting any bubblier.

There's the free man right there! There you are!

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

Good job. Cheers.

Well done, Frankie. Good to see you, mate.

Good to see you. Nice work. Yeah.

Where's my number one man? I always knew you'd be acquitted, mate.

This is my missus.

Charmed.

Oh, forget that shit. Till, where's the Scotch?

Gwynnie, change that bloody music.

Is this a party or ain't it?! Hooray!

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 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.

How have they helped you in this time?

Well, Don, shes a don.

You know, the kids are beauties.

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

Wally?

We've been waiting for ya!

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.

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 my 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?

It 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.

Rabbitohl Rabbitohl

Hi, Ma.

Eileen.

Boy or girl? Girl.

What did you name her?

Charlotte.

After Grandma?

I call her Cha-cha.

I just made a brew if you want a cuppa.

Can I...?

Can I please hold her?

Yeah?

Shh, Shh, Shh.

Oh, hey. 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, shh, shh. Here's your mum, hey?

Hey, come here. Have some of Granny's cookies.

She looks like you, eh?

Both Kate and Tilly had cares a plenty.

Bring the car round, Oc!

But neither woman was going to let private worries

interfere with what really mattered to hen

Their battle was about to enter its deadliest phase.

Time to get back to work.

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