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Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And

he shows them early white

Just a jackknife has my teeth,

dear And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark...

With it, dear.

Scarlet billows start to spread.

Fancy gloves, though.

Where's my key, dear?

So there's not a trace of red.

Someone sneaking round the corner.

Is that someone?

Mack the Knight.

A pretty widow, not yet twenty.

Was assaulted one dark night.

Who was that girl in her nightie? No one
knows

but Mackie my...

Fluffy Sadie was discovered with a knife
wound

up her thigh. And Mackie...

Bug boat by the river.

A cement bag is dropping down.

The cement's just for the weight, dear.

I'll bet you Mackie's back in town.

And some rich lord still is missing.

Like so many wealthy men.

Mack the Knifey.

kissing. Try to prove it if you can.

dear

She's pissed again.

Move on, you light cripples, move on.

Pick up all them crutches, get out.

Put on your eye patches, be gone.

Go show them your sufferings and shout.

I'll show them my blindness, they'll
cry.

And I'd better show them this lie.

Go and show them. them, your horrors
will die.

Beecham and Co.

On Beecham. Piss off.

Oh, so it's your firm, then? The
beggars' big brother limited.

I was given your address.

I'm all ears.

You may plead your case.

Piss off, piss off.

Well, Your Worship, my name is Charles
Filch.

Ever since I was a little boy, I've been
cursed with misfortune.

Her father was a gambler, her mother a
drunkard. I never knew the blessings of

loving home.

You don't actually preach this
blithering nonsense in public, do you?

It's unprofessional.

Well, I want to join the profession.

I came for a license.

Whatever.

London is divided into 14 districts.

Anyone wishing to trade in begging in
any one of these districts must have a

license from Jonathan Jeremiah Peacham.

And Cole.

And Cole, the beggar's big brother,
specializing in the commodity of

human pity.

Well, it's a wonderful profession, and
everyone wishes to become a professional

beggar, but licenses are scarce and
expensive.

How expensive?

Two shillings.

My pockets are empty. I'm poor.

Get out of it.

One shilling?

Plus 50 % of your weekly takings.

Well, I suppose you want to start
straight away before the Queen's

You are a very, very lucky fellow.

These are the best days for business.

It is during such festivities...

that beggars can make a bundle.

Not the Philly ones, sir.

I said hands up!

Who goes

there? It's us, you fool. Drop your gun.

Oh, it's you, Governor.

The place is clean. I just got rid of
the last living thing. He was standing

over there.

I had to shoot him.

There he is again.

That's you, you fool. You shot at your
own shadow.

What? Governor, you said you wanted the
place clean for the wedding, so I was

thinking. You were thinking, eh?

You haven't a brain to think with.

Mac, why have we come here?

It's just the stable.

You can't really be planning to have our
wedding here.

Look how dirty the floor is.

My dearest one, your tiny feet shall not
touch this dirty floor.

A royal red carpet shall be unrolled
beneath you and the palatial furnishings

will be here any minute.

Any minute?

This place will be grander than
Buckingham Palace.

Grander than Buckingham Palace?

Ah, I hear the furniture now.

How do you like it, ma 'am?

Like a miracle.

Hey, what's this?

Oh, this should fetch a nice penny or
two.

Oh, that's a polly.

Make a nice veil for a wedding girl.

Who's getting wed?

Well, sooner or later your daughter.

Polly will.

Where the hell is she? This little
princess of ours?

Oh, she must be sleeping still.

Celia, was that man here again?

Is that what you're trying to hide from
me?

What man?

The one who always comes when I'm not
here or asleep.

Oh, George, don't be so suspicious.

There isn't a finer gentleman alive in
London. And anyway, Paul is very, very

fond of him.

Not fond enough to lose her virginity to
him, I hope.

Well, you've a fine opinion of your own
daughter.

The worst.

Only the worst.

She's nothing more than a mess of
sensuality.

She's a little sexpot.

Well, he certainly didn't get that from
you.

Are you kidding?

My dear, are you really kidding?

Well, I'll have you know that I was
regarded as one of London's most

prolific... Lover?

News to me.

Naturally, you were never sober enough
to notice.

Well, what was this gentleman's name?

People just call him the Captain.

A little clever lady.

His name is MacHeath, if I'm not
mistaken.

He is a murderer, a thief.

one of the most notorious crooks in all
of London, otherwise known

as Mac the Knife.

MacHeath, here is a warning to your

wedding.

Come together.

Someone's coming.

It's with liquor.

Who's that someone you can get?

Who's that, mate?

It's the police commissioner, I bet.
Tiger Brown.

Tiger Brown from Scotland Yard.

God, it's not the police.

It's worse. It's the church.

Good evening, Your Highness.

Well, well, well.

So I found you at last.

You've got quite a set -up going.

Reverend Kimble, I'd like you to meet my
new bride.

Another one?

here a few minutes.

Well, what have we here?

Somebody else's stable.

That's another buglery, Mike. Oh,
Jackie, this place was so conveniently

located. I'm delighted you could come.

May I introduce my bride, Polly Peacham.

Polly, this is my best friend, Police
Commissioner Tiger Brown.

Good evening, Mom.

And good luck on your wedding day.

Thank you, Commissioner.

I introduce you to my other guest.

You know my guy. Please.

Just for today, I don't know anybody.

So, bring the liquor.

Today shall be for pleasure.

But tomorrow...

whiskey. You're in good company.

Cheers!

Polly, gentlemen, let me tell you how
proud I am of this friendship with the

tiger. Seldom have I undertaken even the
smallest job without giving him a share

of my proceeds.

And seldom has the commissioner
organized a police raid without sending

little tip -off, a tiny hint.

Ain't it so, Commissioner?

Well, yes, but one shouldn't talk about
it too often, my good friend.

Did you hear that? He calls me my good
friend.

I'm getting so emotional I could cry.

Polly, do you realize how long we two
have known each other? We sailed in

together. India?

Yes,

India.

What memories.

You remember our old... Good old army
days, Jackie, my friend.

How could I forget those good old days,
Matthew?

How could I forget?

Johnny joined up and Jimmy was there.
And George had a sergeant's rating.

Don't give your right name, the army
doesn't care. Keep on marching, war is

fascinating.

Let's all go bombing.

Live off the army.

We'll...

We'll meet a darker race.

We'll fight them face to face.

Cause it is clear we're better.

We kill them, it doesn't matter.

We'll chop them up and make from them
our beefy butter.

Johnny warmed up on a gallon of gin.
Jimmy didn't have enough blankets. While

George just punched them both on the
chin. And told them the army can't

it. Let's all go bombing.

Live off the army.

We'll march from Tate to Paul.

We'll meet that darker race.

We'll fight them, fight the fight.

Cause it is clear we're better.

We kill them, it doesn't matter.

We'll chop them up and make from them a
beast bed.

Talk Power!

Johnny is missing. Jimmy is dead. And
George went crazy with the shooting.

But blood is blood and red is bloody
red. And the army goes on and on

recruiting.

Chop their muffins, make from them, I'll
be big.

Jackie, I'm

delighted you could come to my wedding.

That's what I call a real friendship.

Let's have another drink. No, no, I
really must be going.

You know, I can't refuse you anything,
Mackie, but what with the coronation

coming up, you know.

Jackie, one more.

My father -in -law is a revolting old
swine. Why?

If you were to raise a stink about me,
are there any records in Scotland Yard

that could be used against me? There's
nothing in our records against you,

Melky.

Of course not.

Why should there be if you are there?
Shh!

We don't talk about that.

Good night, everybody.

Good night.

best of you none.

Gentlemen, aren't we all going to stand
up?

You see this?

The connections we have with the highest
authorities.

features they don't even know.

And their daughter's lost.

Oh, what a... Hello,

my little one.

Why so glum?

Are you afraid to tell your mum?

How will they greet me when they meet
me?

You'll have to tell them the truth, you
know.

So what's your story?

How does it go?

and then everything depends on me.

If he's a fine man, if he's a rich man,
wears a fine cravat, smokes a

cigar, and if he's gallant and treats me
like a lady,

then I shall tell him no.

Chin up high, keep your powder dry,
don't relax or go too far.

Look, the moon is going to shine till
dawn. Keep your little rowboat cruising

and on. You stay perpendicular.

And you just didn't care who he was?

He was a lean man. He was a mean man.

He didn't wear a cravat, smoked no
cigar.

God knows he never made me feel a lady.

There just wasn't time for no.

You lie right down.

Because I had no choice.

The moon kept shining on.

The night was nice and rowing and this
girl was gone.

Not so perpendicular.

So you did it. Now you let

a man take.

Rubbish. You inconsiderate little hussy.
Leave her alone, you big bully.

Our little sailboat has come back to
shore.

We've been hearing rumors, Polly.

Is it true?

Is it true what we heard? You
inconsiderate hussy.

Tell me it's just idle gossip. Tell me
you didn't get married.

We did.

Oh,

you stupid fool.

Can you support a husband's gaming?

Drinking, whoring.

Have you got enough money to support a
lazy sod who hasn't done an honest day's

work in his life?

The captain's got money.

Look for yourself.

He even bought me a wedding dress.

He bought it?

Wait a minute.

I recognise that dress.

Bought it. He stole the lousy rag. He
stole it.

What about this?

I recognise that and all.

Show me that ring.

It must be three and a half terrace if
it's a day old. Get out of it.

Come here to your mama.

Oh, my God.

Married.

When? Where?

In a church, I hope.

No.

In a stable.

A stable.

What's wrong with a stable?

Horses do it in a stable.

Go. I'm going to pack my things and
leave home.

Stop a bitch on heat.

Now there's a man a -livin' tool of
Satan. He will attack, behave in so

Ferocious dog, the worst of pimps and
pushers. The only way to trap him is

women.

Don't ask him if he's ready or what he
wants.

It's time for sexual...

One's guided by the Bible, the other
mocks the book. Whether a Christian or

atheist, whether a bigot or an
anarchist, and if their hands look

clean, no matter what men do or what
they say,

at night they come to bed just fine.

It's 50 pound.

I read it in the newspaper someplace.

They put a price on that villain's head.

I'm off to Scotland Yard.

Walter, inform the police.

Shh.

Yes, yes.

We've got to find him first, haven't we?

Well, he's been seen visiting a certain
or else.

And so I will.

Doors will never give him away.

I'm going to go there and I'm going to
get me

a stool pigeon.

Remember.

is so essential.

Men live so little time and die alone.

Men's pleasure cannot be so incidental.
And when you ask for bread, not get

a stone.

This right to happiness is fundamental.

But that to say it never yet has
happened.

And life is not the way it ought to go.

We all just want a little decent
treatment. It seems that circumstance.

won't have its son.

I would gladly give to you anything your
heart desired.

Oh, I swear I'd be inspired.

It would give me pleasure too.

It would give me pleasure too.

We want to be more kindly than we are.

Give gladly to the poor.

because it's right.

If all we'll give, salvation isn't far.

And all of mankind soon will see the
light.

We want to be more kindly than we are.

But sad to say the chance is up and
never.

We have to reach up high, but man is
low.

We'd all be glad to live in peace
forever.

But you know circumstance won't help.

What can you do when men are mad? Of
course we're right when men are mad. The

world is mean and men are bad. An
earthly paradise might be arranged if

world of ours could just be changed.

But that could never be arranged.

Your brother, he was dear to you and
when there isn't food... for two. You

begin a running race and running he
steps on your face. Your wife is always

to you but when her love for you is
through. Another man she starts to

And running she steps on your face. Your
child she was so dear to you but if

you're trapped in her it moves. She runs
to find another place. And running she

steps on your face. We do not like
depressing.

The whole thing is depressing.

The world is bad. The men are mad. There
is nothing more to add. There's one

more fact that should be said. The world
is poor. A man is sad. The world is

mean and they are bad.

All those tears should not be shed. The
world is bad.

And men are mad.

And there is nothing more for us to add.

We'd all be good if we just could.

We'd all be good if we just could. This
world's a stink and we all stink. This

world's a stink and we all stink. We do
not mind confessing. This world is so

depressing. It's him that got us in this
trap. Why did he give us so much crap?

It's him that got us in this trap. Why
did he give us so much crap? This

a stink and we all stink. We do not mind
confessing. This world is so

depressing. It's him that got us in this
trap. Why did he give us so much crap?

It's him that got us in this trap. Why
did he give us so much crap?

Why are you forcing me to come here?

Because I want the commissioner to see
with his own eyes what a baby that

scoundrel seduced before.

He did not.

By force, I mean.

Dad?

Commissioner is my husband's best
friend.

What? And I heard him saying at our
wedding that there are no records

him at Scotland Yard.

I hope you know who you're dealing with.

He is Max and I.

King of Soho.

And I am Peacham, king of the beggars.

Villainy of the world is great. And a
man needs to run his legs off to keep

from installing from under him.

You.

But remember what it's said about
poverty always beats villainy.

Come on.

The commissioner's waiting.

What is it, Polly? Why do you look like
that?

I've just been to Scotland Yard.

Why?

A copy of your file.

What file?

Your police record.

Police record? You heard Tiger Brown. I
have no record with the police.

That's what you thought.

It says that you killed two shopkeepers.

Committed more than 30 burglaries.

Bastards. You're charged with 23 street
robberies. More!

Arsons, felonies, forgeries, perjuries.
You're a terrible person, Mac!

And in Winchester, you seduced two
sisters, both under the

age of consent.

They told me they were 21.

And now you've seduced another girl.

Underage.

But my parents say they can prove it.

How?

By putting me on the stand.

You have to swear you will never tell.

I can't lie.

I would lie for you.

Oh, Matt.

They're going to hang you.

Even Commissioner Brown won't be able to
save you now.

You must go away.

You must hide.

Well, then, if I must go, I must go.

You'll have to take over the business.

How can you talk of business now? I
can't bear it. Matt, please, please.

Now listen very carefully.

These are my account books.

Here's the list of my gangs.

Don't do that.

I'm not in the mood now.

Here's Wally the Weeper.

Unreliable swine. Sells all my stuff on
the side.

Give him three weeks grace, then out.
You simply report him to Tiger Brown.

I simply report him to Tiger Brown.
Money Matthew.

Makes good money for us.

Give him an increase.

Give him an increase.

Otherwise, carry on as before.

Get up at seven, wash, take a bath once
a week, etc., etc.

Take a bath once a week, etc., etc.

You're right.

I've got to grit my teeth and keep an
eye on the business.

So what's yours?

It's mine now, isn't it, my king?

Yes, yes.

Will you be true to me?

Will you be thinking of me?

Of me alone when they chase you with the
bloodhounds.

All the money you collect is sent to
Jack Poole's Banking House in

Jack Poole's Banking House in
Manchester.

By the way, I'm thinking of going into
banking myself.

It's safer.

The profits are better.

Banking?

You know nothing about banking.

I am a professional thief, aren't I?

Banking is just like stealing, except
it's legal.

Nine, two weeks, all the money must be
out of this business. Then you'll go to

Tiger Brown at Scotland Yard and hand
over to him the list of names of my

gang. How can you look them in the eye
when you're going to have them as good

hand? What do you mean?

Hookfinger Jake?

Jimmy Jewels? Johnny the Ladder?

Money Matt?

Those sons of bitches are jailbirds.

Scum!

Gentlemen, it's a pleasure to see you.

You're here.

We're always in your neighborhood.

Welcome back, gentlemen.

What are the plans for the colonization,
Captain?

We've got a hard day ahead of us.

So you'd better be shoving off.

What do you mean, you?

Well, as far as I'm concerned, I'm
afraid I've got to take a short trip to

country. What?

Are they going to take you in?

We are orphans without you, guv. A
coronation without you, guv, is like

without a spoon. What a nice thing to
say, my friend.

So I've decided to hand over the
management of the business for a little

to my wife.

Your wife?

Which one?

Polly, you idiot.

Well, men, I think our captain can go
away without any worry.

We'll manage alone just fine, won't we?

I don't know about that. A woman. A
woman?

A woman. What do you say to that, Polly?

Mad, please, let go.

Let go.

Well, could I take over the business?

Could I be your leader, boys? Could I?

Yes or no?

Well, yes, ma 'am. Yes, ma 'am. What do
you say, Jake?

Yes, Mum.

Matthew.

Great.

We've got a new captain, lads.

Accounts and payments every Friday.

And don't you dare forget.

Every Friday.

Damn right. So, lads, get to work.

Get to work.

That was great the way you handled them,
Polly.

And so now, my love, I must go.

Time to say goodbye.

It all lasted such a short time.

Kiss me, Polly.

I love you, Mac.

I love you, Polly.

When and if you see the man, you go
straight to the nearest copper and

him. There'll be a good few guineas in
it for you.

What you're asking me to do is very
hard.

After all, he is my lover. Your lover
cheats on you, my love.

With my darling daughter.

Never on Thursday.

He's with me every Thursday.

Scum. My daughter's a minor.

He likes young girls.

All right, today's Thursday.

Is it a deal?

What makes you so sure we'll be seeing
him with the police looking for him?

Oh, Mackey thinks the kind of man to
change his habits. Certainly not this

How much?

Ten guineas.

Twenty. Twenty. Is it a deal?

Mrs. Peacham?

Yes?

Have your money ready.

There is a man who's destined for the
gallows. A deal was made to end him to

young man. By women he was worshipped.
and attracted, and who will bring him in

if not a woman?

My heart is torn. I don't know what to
do.

I'm tied by sexual dependency.

I told him for the money, but he told me
too. In life we have to

pay for what we do.

At last he now will get what he
deserves.

Alone to hell he will be gone.

For what he did in life he's being paid.

There won't be women there.

They won't get...

to commit such treachery? Will she make
Matt pay for his years of lechery?

What's the matter, Jenny?

Whatever is it, Jenny?

You'll feel better if you talk about it.

Nice underwear you've got there,
Cookson.

From the cradle to the grave.

Underwear comes first.

You don't wear any.

One day, dear, you'll catch such a cold.

Then you'll be sorry.

I like silk.

Like Jenny.

I have great success with plain linen.

Oh, get away.

Plain linen put men off.

I'll have you know with plain linen men
feel at home.

Have you ladies got nothing better to do
than to talk about your underpants when

this rotten world is collapsing?

Here, read it if you can, you stupid
women.

The whole world will do nothing.

It's a nightmare because of the likes of
you.

What's up with you?

I've had enough of men like you for as
long as I can remember.

You gentlemen can watch while I'm
scrubbing the floors and I'm scrubbing

floors while you're gawking.

And maybe once you tipped me and it made
you feel swell on a ratty waterfront in

a ratty old hotel and you never guessed
who you're talking.

You'll never...

Guess to who you're talking.

Suddenly one day there'll be a scream in
the bay, and you yell, what the hell

could that have been?

And you see me kind of grinning while
I'm scrubbing, and you say, what the

hell's she got to grin?

And a ship, a black

warship,

D -guns loaded.

We'll be coming in.

You gentlemen can say, hey, girls,
finish the floors, get upstairs, make

beds, and you keep here.

You toss me your tips and look out at
the ship, but I'm counting your heads

while I make up the bed, because there's
nobody gonna sleep here.

Tonight, none of you will sleep here.

But one of these days, there'll be
explosions in the bay, and they'll ask,

was that all about?

And you see me kind of staring at the
window, and you are...

Why'd she laugh so loud?

And that ship, the black

warship, turns round in the harbour,

shooting guns from...

time the dock is all swarming with men
coming up off that ghostly breaker

they're moving in the shadows where no
one can see and they're chaining

up people and bringing them to me asking
me kill him now or later

asking me

You can hear a foghorn miles away.

In that quiet of death, I'll say, shoot
them all!

Disappears out to sea And

on it is me

So,

Jenny, where's your Mac?

It's kind of late.

It's Thursday.

I don't think you'll be seeing him this
Thursday or any other Thursday.

What makes you say that?

If I know the governor, he's going to be
out of the city by now.

Up and away.

All the way.

My

tea.

It's five o 'clock.

May I have my tea, please?

No, you shouldn't be seen here in the
city.

It's thirsty.

You think I can let such trifles
interfere with my habits?

Besides, it's raining outside.

Lady.

You thought I wouldn't come.

Oh, I was sure you'd come.

But it scared me.

Let me have a look at your hand.

She wants to read your palm.

Your fortune -telling gives me the
shivers.

So what is my fate?

A long journey in the near future?

I don't see any long journey.

Do you see any big money coming our way?

After all, we are partners.

No. No money.

So what do you see there, Jenny?

Oh, I don't think anyone should meddle
with telling the future.

I know that look.

It's a gypsy's look.

Speak, gypsy. What do you see?

I see a dark, narrow road.

And then I see a large letter.

Tea.

Treachery.

Must be a woman.

Well, there certainly are enough around.

Wait.

What else do you see?

What are you doing here? Why aren't you
working?

I thought you might need some help.

I'm afraid it's poor.

So what do they write about in the
papers?

I'm reading about you. Me?

Why would they write about me?

Let me see.

It is exciting.

Especially that bit about the way that
you seduce those young ladies.

Hey, Mackie.

You didn't come here to read the papers.

Why is it always Jenny?

I bet I could do things for you Jenny
wouldn't dream of.

How about love?

Come on upstairs.

Ladies.

My lovely ladies.

Long before my star rose over the city
of London, and long before they found me

important enough to write about me in
the papers, I fell in love with a young

girl. And now, known and feared as Mack
the Knife, how can I forget the

companion of my darker days?

My first love, Jenny.

There was a time...

And now it's all gone by.

When we two lived together, she and I.

The way we were was just the way to be.

I covered her and she took care of me.

has worked perfectly.

A sailor would appear, and I got out of
bed, went out and had a beer. He

crawled in bed instead, and when he paid
his bill, back in bed I'd climb and

say, Good night, my friend. You're
welcome.

Anytime. And so we lived, me and my
little mouse,

in... If not to buy four, we kept half.

That was a time.

And now it's all gone bad.

When we were poor.

happy he can die and when the night

no customer would bring and we would

fight he'd yell give back my ring oh

ring is nice no doubt but i can live
without

but when he

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Happy time, and now it's all gone by.

Until we quit each other, you and I.

We had our love by day, and don't you

smirk.

The nights, I say, were strictly meant
for work.

that night, they say.

It ain't so bad by day.

And then one time I felt inside a little
so.

It looked like soon I might be taking
care of her.

Did you suppose that it was all my
private land?

You left me flat.

Well, I just ain't a family man. We
locked the door and it's commenced to

roll.

to...

to drag you away like a common criminal.

Good evening, Sergeant Smith.

And, uh, where do you wish to go?

Oh, don't be smart with me, McKeith. I'm
taking you in. And for how long?

Only the magistrate knows.

Watch out, watch out!

The greatest heroes in history have
always tripped themselves up over

windowsills. And how is your wonderful
husband?

Better than ever.

Come to my shop afterwards.

I didn't bet, sir, considering how
important you are.

With your permission, I should like some
lighter chains.

Smaller in size, I mean, if you have
such, of course.

We do, sir.

We have them all sizes.

Go.

But that depends, of course, on what you
cares to pay.

What do you charge?

They go from one pound to ten guineas.

And if I prefer to do without?

I mean, how much do none cost?

None?

None at all?

Yes, none at all.

None is expensive.

How about 50?

How about credit?

A loan?

I wonder if I can trust you.

My handshake is as good as cash.

Leave it with me, sir.

A question, please.

Is this what you call living?

Then take a little tip from Mac the
Knife.

While still a child, I heard it with
misgiving.

The bulging pocket makes the easy life.

They tell you that the best in life is
mental.

Just starve yourself and do a lot of
reading.

Up in St. Garrett where the rats are
breeding.

Should you survive, it's purely
accidental.

If that's your pleasure, go on, live
that way.

But since I've had it up to here, I'm
through.

There's not a dog from here to Timbuktu
would care to live that life a single

day. So listen closely to Mac the Knife.

The bulging pocket makes the easy life.

Just listen closely to Mac the Knife.
The bulging pocket makes the easy

life.

Now, once I used to think it might be
worthy to be a brave and sacrificing

person.

I soon found out it wasn't reimbursing.

Decided to continue being earthy. The
noble poor are nobly underfed.

And being brave will bring an empty
fame.

You're all alone with no one else to
blame.

You're mingling with the great, but you
are dead!

Ask Mac the Knight.

The bulging pocket makes the easy life.

Just listen closely to Mac the Knight.
The bulging pocket makes the easy

life.

Marky, I didn't do it.

I did everything I could.

Look at me, Marky. I can't bear it. You
miserable swine.

How did they ever make you commissioner
of police?

That's a very good question.

My conscience is killing me, Marky.

You're lucky I didn't kill you when I
had the chance.

You betrayed me.

I never betrayed you.

Scum traitor.

Just go away, Brown, before I smash your
brains in right here.

Damn you, McKee.

Damn you!

Our second visitor.

First the chief, and now his daughter.

I wonder who's next for the slaughter.

You see, not long ago, on a moonlit
night, with very few guests to see the

sights, Mackie and Lucy also got wet
with champagne popping them off to bed.

Lucy!

What are you doing here?

Daddy!

You must let me see him.

Please.

You tell me first.

Why are you holding your stomach like
that?

Huh?

Again! No, no.

I've just gained some weight.

Hear to me.

Mackie's power in law doesn't even know
that she's got Mackie's kid in tow.

Mack!

Room number ten. Mom.

Meg!

Meg!

Lucy.

Lucy, my love, my heart!

My wife.

You monster, you!

Let me look at you.

You villain.

How can you look me in the face?

Your face? No, it's your stomach I look
at instead.

Don't tell me it's mine.

No, it was Father Christmas who gave me
this bastard.

Bastard? Am I not your husband? Husband?

You brute. So where have you been for
the last four months?

Look at me. Have you no tenderness, my
dear Lucy, seeing your husband in such

circumstances?

Take me in.

Make an honest woman of me.

I mean, really live with me.

Is that all you want? Why, then it's
simple. My answer is yes, I will.

Of course I will make an honest woman of
you.

What more can a gentleman say?

What a liar.

What a sweet liar.

Another guest in her sandy vest. And
it's going to get juicy when she spots

Lucy.

I'd like to visit my Keith.

His wife, you said.

Follow me, ma 'am.

Show number ten.

Mackie?

Mackie?

Oh,

there you are, my love.

How I missed you.

Look at me.

It's your little wife.

It's Polly, your wife.

You treacherous swine.

You've got two ways.

Not only am I his wife, I am the
manageress of his business.

Or was it all just a lie?

Did you lie to me, Mackie? Did you lie
to me? He lied to me. No, he lied to me.

You lied to me, you liar.

I could explain.

Explain. Explain.

I am his wife.

And what about this?

And what about this?

Come on out, you Soho beauty queen.

Let me see those legs they call so
pretty.

I'm always glad to look at...

Is it?

YUM

him leave me for a street girl

laughable now

out of here you little beggar drat
before I put you behind bars like him

yes big mouth

From Scotland Yard.

Oh, Mom.

Chief Commissioner.

Oh, my dear Mom.

Head of Police.

Lucy,

you were splendid.

I almost believed you.

Do you love me, my dear Lucy?

Yes.

I love you so much.

I'd rather see you hanged on the gallows
than in any other girl's arms.

Lucy, my life is in your hands.

It's wonderful the way you say that.

Say it again.

Lucy, my life is in your hands.

The fruit of our love.

which you carry beneath your heart will
forever bind us.

Yes.

Yes.

Would you kill for me, my Lucy?

I'd do anything for you. Then get me out
of here.

Get the keys from the warden's office.
Kill him if you have to, or make love to

him. Just get...

Get the keys to number 10.

And don't forget my hat and cane.

Try and stay out of here, Mike.

I shall do my best.

Goodbye, my honest brooks.

Farewell.

Pray that we'll never meet again.

Which one makes a tighter noose?

A gallows rope or a lady's abuse?

When will you come back to me?

As soon as your father clears me of the
charges.

When will that be?

Soon. Perhaps when the moon's over Soho
once again.

Where will you hide?

Miles away from any women.

But you'll be in my heart.

Cunning old Mac.

I'm more off his back.

What happened?

Get out now.

But I've already paid you.

It'll cover tomorrow.

What time tomorrow? Jack, get out.

Maggie.

He didn't go to visit his wife.

In a whorehouse, he could stay for life.

Doesn't it happen every time?

Thieves return to the scenes of their
crimes.

You better go.

You know they'll come for you.

I shall stay in London. I know a place
in Dockland.

Sookie Tordes, is that it?

You know her.

But then, men were born to lie and women
to believe them.

You said, come off to work.

Oh, I suppose you've come for your
reward.

Bad news, I'm afraid. You'll get nothing
but an empty coin.

Now, get out.

You mean, we're not getting our blood
money for handing you Mac, then, are we?

Exactly. And why is that, Mrs. Peach?

Because you...

establishment and it's five o 'clock in
the morning. Mr. Filch, please.

Yes, the ladies wish me, Mr. Filch.

Ladies, please.

Ladies, why all the fuss?

I mean, has Mr. McKeith escaped from
jail, or has he not? It was you what

the bastard in. Yeah, now I'm sorry.

She was crying all night, if you want to
know. There she was, sweating her body

with some fat slobber of you bob.

And she heard a whistle outside her
window. It was Mackie.

Risking his life to comfort her. Then he
went straight to Sookie Tordry's to

comfort her, too.

Because Mackie is the only gentleman
left.

And here's some good news. That'll shock
you.

Sookie Tawdry's also his wife.

Wife?

What like?

Wife. Same as your daughter.

Is that Sookie Tawdry's? It must be some
whorehouse down by the docks.

How do you know it's by the docks?

Where do all the Chinese immigrants
live?

Chinatown, right?

That's by the docks, right?

Embassy? Embassy? Go on, go on, go on.

Let's get dressed.

We've got a very important day ahead of
us.

The Queen's coronation and a crook's
execution.

Come on. All right.

them, I should have told you to give
them. I couldn't. The police were here.

Right.

Right.

Surround the shop. Surround the shop.

What's this?

Opening a new Bordeaux in town.

And without a license, I'll bet.

Is he talking to me?

Of course.

He's talking to you.

Sergeant, knock his hat off.

Well, what have we here?

Now, the Queen will soon receive a
crown.

But all they get is Tiger Brown.

I wonder if he'll steal their fate.

What a way to celebrate.

What a charming sign.

Victim of official tyranny.

Rebels!

Traitors!

Spies! Hold on there, Taker Brown.

If you stop trying to bully us, I might
help you put a certain criminal under

lock and key.

Mac the Knife.

Mac the Knife? Yeah.

Who's Mac the Knife?

Your good friend.

These people are crazy. Smith, get as
many handcuffs as you can. All this scum

is going to jail. You and these
subhumans are threatening to spoil the

coronation. You're an embarrassment to
the Queen.

Look at all these cripples and
degenerates.

Mr. Smith!

I'm trying, sir!

There'll be hundreds like them all
lining up in front of Westminster Abbey.

you forgotten the monstrous number of
poor?

Smith, get them in!

There'll be hundreds of thousands just
like them, all with a different disease.

Do you know what scrofula is?

Do you know what syphilis does to
people? Oh, you're right, you're right.

doesn't seem fit. The Queen should be
greeted by such creatures.

But now you may notice that my beggars
are a little different.

No one is really sick.

No one is really crippled.

May I introduce you to the London
Beggars Royal Band.

MC.

For in this existence, we are never
smart enough to live with lies for

You must be rough and tough. We play it
very sharp, all like you have a plan.

And then you try another track, you're
still a losing man.

For in this existence, we are never
smart enough to live with lies for

You must be rough and tough. Our game is
just the same. There's tone we have to

tame. We play the blind, the deaf, and
dumb to deal with dolly scum.

Thank you.

so better use your head as we have said
before or you might find your brain is

dead you can't think anymore before in
this sexist

are never smart enough.

You'd better keep your distance or
recognise our bluff.

For if we stay distant, we are smart
enough.

You'd better keep your distance or
recognise our bluff.

Now, Tiger Brown, do anything you like
to the Queen of England, but lay one

on England's poor and that will be the
end of you.

Are you threatening me? What do you want
me to do?

Arrest Mac the Knife? Well, he's got to
be found first.

No?

I'll find him for you.

And I'll produce him to you.

How?

I've got my pigeon.

Hello, Jenny.

Where did you say Mr.

McKeith was?

Tell us.

This Chinese tart.

21 Dock Street. How do you know?

Off them blokes there.

They don't think it's Audrey's place,
don't you, boys?

21 Dock Street.

Smith, get your men to the docks.

Arrest Mac the Knife and bring him back
to...

On festive occasions like this, I always
have to wear my full dress uniform.

Charlie Brown.

Charlie Brown.

Charlie Brown.

Remember Charlie Brown.

He's met the knife.

He's not on the gallows by seven o
'clock.

What?

Use your head, or else you'll find
you're dead.

It's better not to trust a soul. This
world is really mad.

For in this existence, sanity is not
enough.

Your best of friends, for instance.

Coronation or execution?

Mickey!

Take a look at Al McKeith, whose
future's now at stake.

He always asked too much of life.

Greed was his mistake.

You better use your head so you can end
up dead.

What a rotten song that is to get you
out of bed.

Do they really plan to hang him today
without a trial?

Unless he escapes again.

Warden. What?

What time is it?

Got an appointment?

Five minutes past.

I won't say a thing, but not a thing
about bribery. But if, I mean, if you

to leave the country, you'd need money.

A thousand pounds?

A thousand pounds?

Think it over. Life is short and so is
money.

Mind you, I'm not sure I can raise it,
but please, let anyone in who wants to

see me.

But, Captain, you won't visit a
condemned man.

I have many friends.

6 .25, you scum. What took you so long?

I don't know what you're complaining
about. Did you see the crowd? I'm

hanged today. There's no time to argue.

How much cash do you have on you?

Well, a thousand. How much can you draw
on straight away?

How about accounts?

In the bank, it's six o 'clock in the
morning.

You get that?

I need a thousand pounds.

A thousand?

Seven hundred. Seven hundred?

All right, five hundred. Can you manage
that?

That's all we got in the bank.

What about us? We have to live.

You! to live.

Who's getting hanged here, you or me?

Yeah, and who slept with that Chinese
beauty, Suki Tordry, when he should have

been getting his ass away from the city?

Shut up! I'll soon be sleeping forever
and won't be with that whore.

Don't you need me?

Your friend, your boss, your brain?

Mr. Marquis, we'd like to know what you
want for your last meal.

Go away!

Are you going to help me or not?

Asparagus!

Listen, Matt.

Are you going to let them hang me?

I won't let them hang you.

But 500 is all there is and it's in the
bank and it's 6 .30 in the morning.

6 .35.

So break in.

The money is there. You've done it
before.

You are asking for a miracle.

Move!

If only we can get through.

The streets are jammed.

The people of London are clamouring to
see you hang.

If you're not back by five to seven,
you'll never see me again.

Do you hear?

and waiting or they'll be late for the
coronation.

I'm ready.

Shall we go?

Jenny, I'm glad you're here.

Of course I'm here. Where else should I
be?

Well, we're all here. All the girls from
the brothel have come to see you.

Nobody wanted to go to the coronation.

They all wanted to watch you hang.

How sweet of them.

Could I have a word with you about a
couple of things?

You must be teaching me. Hey.

Mr. McKeague decreed that you should be
my son -in -law, though we have never

met. And now the circumstances under
which we do meet are rather, um, tragic.

But I must admit that though I do
despise you, I've got great respect for

Matt!

Hey.

Bollie, what a beautiful dress you're
wearing. Did I steal it for you?

You must have.

Do you really like it on me?

Doesn't she look lovely in black?

There you are, Celia.

I was worried you wouldn't show up.

I would miss your egging for a million
pounds.

What a show!

What a celebration! So many people! I
love it! I'm sure you've noticed I've

on my best dress for this occasion.

Lucy, my wonderful wife.

What a beautiful dress you're wearing.
Did I pinch it for you?

Excuse me a moment. There's someone here
I must say goodbye to.

Who's she?

Don't you know?

She doesn't know.

I don't know her.

It's Sukey Tawdry, his third wife.

Or really, his third.

What?

I'm the only one he never married.

It was so hard that we couldn't get
through.

We ran so fast, I thought Jakey was
going to have a heart attack.

Is the gang here?

Have they got good places?

Oh, most of the lads are here, but the
rest are at the palace waiting for the

Queen's position.

After all, business must go on, and your
share is 50%. The money will go

straight into your account.

By the way, the gang wish you a happy
hanging.

Goodbye, my friend.

Forgive me if you can.

And when you get to heaven, speak well
of me to the Almighty.

Goodbye, Brown.

I hope to see you soon.

Very soon.

Let's do it.

others who live on when we are dead.

Let not your noble hearts against us
harden, and

smile not when the news shall claim our
head.

The silly secrets smile to ease your
burden, nor

rail against us now you see us broken.

nor take revenge upon us like the law.

Not all of us treat virtue with such
awe.

O brothers, being light of heart, be
shaken. O brothers, make

our fate a lesson be, and beg of God
that

he will pardon me.

And luscious girls, Who flaunt their
treasure before the eyes of easy

yokels. And other men who wait at
leisure to watch and snatch their sinful

shekels. The crooks, the whores, the cat
house owners, the shoes by day and pins

by night. And yes, those dogs in
uniform.

May I be guiltless?

In their sight, may heavy

hatchets hit their faces and smash

them in for all to see.

Now I forget their filthy faces

and beg them more.

To pardon me.

Have you forgotten?

Aaron didn't even be sad and rotten.

Let us all turn back a page.

Let's go back to that old stage.

Who comes here?

Who comes here?

Who comes here?

Who comes here?

The Queen's message is coming.

Her Majesty has decreed Hooray!

Hooray! Hooray!

That the prisoner MacHeath Shall at once
forthwith be freed Hooray!

Hooray! Hooray!

Also, as of this moment He receives the
rank of Knight of the Garter Hooray! A

castle at Mucking in the Creek Hooray!
In Sussex And an annual pension for life

Hooray! From ten thousand pounds till
the day of his death.

And to all the charming wedding couples
here, the Queen presents a royal

greeting.

is ended.

If only life so easily were mended and
on our real woes a messenger

descended.

Therefore do all stand fast where you
are standing and lift your voices in a

choral anthem devoted to the poorest of
the poor.

For in real life the ending isn't quite
so sure.