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The Three Penny Opera had its film
premiere in Berlin on February 19, 1931.

It was restored in 2006
for the film's 75th anniversary

from the original negative
in the German Federal Film Archives.

You gents who
to a virtuous life would lead us

And turn us
from all wrongdoing and sin

First of all
see to it that you feed us

Then start your preaching
That's where to begin

THE THREEPENNY OPERA

All you who love your paunch
and our propriety

There's one thing
you must finally realize

No matter how you try
to twist and turn it

First comes the grub
Then you can moralize

There must first be a chance
for all now poorly fed

To get their slice

Of life's great loaf of bread

How does a man survive?

How does a man survive

By daily cheating

Mistreating, beating others
Spitting in their face

Only that man survives

Who's able to forget

That he's a member of

The human race

Gentlemen

This truth you cannot shirk

Man lives exclusively

By dirty work

Mackie!

The shark has teeth

There they are
for all to see

But the knife
that Macheath carries

No one knows
where it may be

On a blue
and balmy Sunday

On the strand
a man's lost his life

A man darts
round the corner

People call him
Mack the Knife

And Schmul Meier

Is still missing

One more wealthy man removed

Somehow Mackie
has his money

And yet nothing
can be proved

Jenny Towler was discovered

With a knife stuck in her chest

Mackie strolls
along the dockside

Knows no more
than all the rest

Seven children
and an old man

Burned alive in old Soho

In the crowd stands
Mack the Knife

Who's not asked
and doesn't know

And the widow
not yet twenty

She whose name

All could say

Defiled one night
as she lay sleeping

Mackie, what price did you pay

Defiled one night
as she lay sleeping

Mackie, what price did you pay

Excuse me, ladies.
Care to step inside for a drink?

I don't want to be
disturbed tonight.

Is Mackie inside?

- How about you and me, Jenny?
- Stop it!

Let the lady go.

Lady?
What lady?

You mean me?

Worry about your own wife!
She's gone off with another guy!

Say hi to Mackie for me.

The best dancer in Soho.

Places on the dance floor!

A full bridal outfit.

In brocade.

Orders from the captain.

He's getting married

this morning at 10 past 2:00

in warehouse number 3
in the shipyard on the Thames.

Bring the vicar.

A full bridal outfit in brocade.

Complete home furnishings:

A four-poster bed and rugs,
and don't forget a grandfather clock.

Deliver this.

Dress properly.
Don't show up looking like this.

I hope this is
the last time he gets married.

Deliver this.

Deliver this.

Deliver this.

MR. J. M. BROWN
CHIEF OF POLICE, LONDON

Grab it, will ya?

It's about time!

Confound it!

One burglary after another?

A burglary at Selfridge's?

Now that's something!

And nobody was caught?

They all got away?

Is that all you have
to report, gentlemen?

You don't know me very well.

I'm not chief of London police
for nothing.

Ten burglaries every night
and no one's ever caught?

How can I uphold
law and order

if you let me down like this,
gentlemen?

When I think of the upcoming
coronation festivities, I could... -

If the slightest thing
should go wrong... -

Come in! ...-

you'll see a side of me
you've never seen before... -

What is it now?
- We caught a burglar red-handed.

You actually... caught a burglar?

You have him here?

Bring him in immediately!

Now, gentlemen,
I'll show you

how you deal
with a fellow like this.

Take your hat off.

You were caught red-handed.

You know

this will cost you
several years.

You know that in such cases
I am ruthless!

...that I am ruthless

and unwavering.

Unwavering.

What's that?

Leave me alone with this man,
gentlemen.

What have you... -

Very well. You can go.

No, wait!

Hands up...
if anyone's there!

Is anyone there?

There's no one here.

We can hold the wedding here
safe enough.

- Bill Lawgen
- And Mary Syer

Last Wednesday
man and wife became

As they stood
side by side at city hall

He wondered
where she got the gown and all

While she wasn't
too sure of his name

You see the moon over Soho?

I see it, dearest.

Do you feel my heart beating,
my beloved?

I feel it, my darling.

Wherever you go,
I too shall go.

And wherever you are...

I want to be too

And though there's no license
from city hall

And no altar
covered with flowers fair

And though you may not know
where your gown came from

And there's no myrtle
in your hair

Take the plate
on which you eat your bread

Don't look at it for long
Fling it far

Love lasts forever

Or else not at all

No matter where we are

No, no.
Stay a while, Reverend.

Attention, everyone!

It's ten past 2:00!

Hip, hip, hurray!

- Congratulations, Polly.
- Congratulations, Captain.

Congratulations!

Well, you didn't make
much of an effort.

Champagne in wine glasses!

Junk!

It's lovely.

Is all this stolen too, Mackie?

Of course.

Pity we don't have our own place
for these nice things.

This is pathetic.

All Scotland Yard
was out and about.

And where's
the grandfather clock?

No grandfather clock?

Pathetic.

My wife is beside herself.
What bunglers!

I'm getting married for once.
How often does that happen?

Reverend!

I'm so happy
you could be here

on the happiest day
of our lives.

Reverend,
this is Miss Peachum,

who loves me and wishes
to share her life with me.

Congratulations, Polly!

Congratulations, Captain!

Reverend!

Won't you honor us
by staying?

I've got... a christening.

Hopefully we'll need you
for that pretty quick too.

Shut up!

No dirty jokes
in the presence of a lady.

And where's
that grandfather clock?

Where's the grandfather clock?

Accompany the reverend.

I do apologize, Reverend.

This area's not very safe.

This way, Vicar.

Careful.

Sorry.

I would have preferred it
if you hadn't all rushed to the trough.

We could have used
a little entertainment.

I'm hungry, Mackie.

Other people always manage that
on these occasions.

Will none of you oblige?

Is anyone watching at the door?
Must I see to everything myself?

Gentlemen...

if none of you will oblige,

I'll offer up
a little song myself.

I once thought
in my innocent youth

And I once was
as innocent as you

Perhaps I too
would have a suitor one day

Then I must know what to do

And if he's rich
and if he's nice

And if his collar
is white as snow

And if he knows
how to treat a lady

Then I shall tell him no

Then you hold your head up high

And don't let your feelings show

Sure, the moon
will shine all night

But the boat on the river
will stay tied up tight

That's as far as you can go

Oh, you can't simply lie back

You must be cold
and heartless as you know

Or else all sorts of things

Could happen

Yes, there's just one answer... - no

The first to come along
was a man from Kent

He was all
that a man should be

The second had
three ships in the harbor

And the third
was mad about me

And they had money
and they were nice

And their collars
were white as snow

And they knew
how to treat a lady

So I had to tell them

No

I held my head up high

Didn't let my feelings show

Sure, the moon shone all night

But the boat on the river
stayed tied up tight

That's as far
as things could go

Oh, you can't simply lie back

You must be cold
and heartless as you know

Or else all sorts of things
could happen

Yes, there's just one answer

No

But then one day
when the sky was blue

Came a man
who didn't bother wooing

He tossed his hat
on the peg in my room

And I no longer knew
what I was doing

Since he had no money
and he wasn't nice

And his collar
wasn't white as snow

Since he didn't know
how to treat a lady

I couldn't tell him no

I no longer
held my head up high

And I let my feelings show

Oh, the moon
shone as before

But the boat cast loose
and drifted from the shore

That's just how it had to go

Oh, then you must
simply lie back

Oh, you can't be
cold and heartless, you know

Oh, it simply had to happen

There was no such word as

No

Very nice!

Funny!

The missus
can sure sing a song!

Very nice!

It wasn't "nice," you idiots!

It's not nice, it's art!

That was wonderful, Polly.

Too good for this trash.

Bad news!
It's the sheriff himself!

Hello, Jackie!

Hello... Mackie.

Dear old Mackie, couldn't you
have done this someplace else?

Did you have to take over
somebody's warehouse?

It's burglary, Mackie... -
another burglary!

Jackie, I'm delighted you've come
to your old frienďs wedding.

My pleasure, my pleasure.

My heartfelt congratulations
on this occasion.

Now don't be angry,
but I must get back to work.

Polly?

This is

Tiger Brown.

- Chief of London police.
- Mackie, please!

Where haven't we been together?
India, the Sudan, in a hundred battles.

This is Polly.

The former Miss Peachum.

Peachum?
Did you say Peachum?

Is this old Peachum's daughter?

You're making off
with old Peachum's daughter?

That takes courage!

Why courage?

She's the daughter
of London's beggar king!

My dear lady,
it's been delightful,

but I must be going.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Mr. Brown.

Good-bye, Mackie.
I must get back to the office.

The queen's coronation
is coming up,

and if anything goes wrong,
I'll be held responsible.

I shudder to think
what could happen to me,

so I must be going.

Just a moment.

Does Scotland Yard have
anything on me in their files?

On you?

Not a thing!
It's all taken care of.

Good-bye, Mackie.

What an awful ladder!

Perhaps next time you might
choose a nicer warehouse.

- So that was Tiger Brown?
- Yes.

We have connections
with the highest authorities.

Captain,
now comes the best part.

- What is it?
- Another little surprise.

Bill Lawgen and Mary Syer

Last Wednesday
man and wife became

Three cheers
for the happy couple!

As they stood
side by side at city hall

He wondered
where she got the gown and all

While she wasn't
too sure of his name

You've seen the courtship
and marriage of Polly Peachum.

Now I'll show you
the power of the beggar king,

or as he calls himself,

"the poorest man in London."

Anyone wishing to take up
a beggar's trade in London

must have a license from
Jonathan Jeremiah Peachum & Co.

Twenty schillings.

Ten, Mr. Peachum.

Twenty. And 50%
of your weekly earnings.

But Mr. Peachum...

I have nothing.

Mrs. Peachum!

Number 314.
Baker Street district.

Get him some clothes.
Outfit C.

Come along, shorty.

My earnings.

What are those?

The five basic types of misery
guaranteed to move the human heart

and induce in a man
that unnatural state

in which he willingly
parts with his money.

Outfit C.

- Can't I have Outfit A?
- No.

That's the young man of good family
who's seen better days.

But I've seen better days myself.

No one will believe
your real suffering.

Complain of a real stomachache
and you'll only annoy them.

Enough questions.
Just get dressed.

Please forgive me.

Hurry it up, shorty.

I can't stand here holding
your trousers till Christmas.

Next.

P-p-please,

I have money
for a new co-co-co... -

Polly!

Tell Polly to come down
right away.

How many times have I told you

that a gentleman
must have freshly laundered rags?

Holes are to be burned in
and stains made with candle wax.

Those with means to pay
are entitled to a uniform

that ensures the pity
of their clients.

What's that?

Your share of my take.

- Is that all?
- With this stump?

I'm lodging a complaint!
This place is a pigsty,

and this is a lousy stump!

There, my friend.
Now you can go work for a living.

Mr. Peachum!

Thugs! Thieves!

Next, please.

...a new co-co-costume!

Where's Polly?

I'll get her myself!

Let her sleep!

- Sleep? At this hour?
- Dear God!

Polly didn't come home?

Good morning!

G-g-good...

m-m-morning!

What?

A cane
with an ivory handle?

Mack the Knife!

Dear God!

Good morning.

Crook's trollop!

Help me undress.

You'll divorce him!

I love him.
How can I divorce him?

I'll tan your behind!

It won't do any good.
Love is greater than a tanned behind.

That's what we get
for spoiling her

with dresses, hats, gloves,
and parasols!

Mack the Knife! My honest business
and a common crook!

Hanging him's the only solution.

Hanging him?
You and your ideas.

Turn him in to the police.

- I don't know where he is!
- I do.

Where?

With his whores
in Turnbridge Alley.

I'm very sorry,

but there's nothing
the police can do.

Really? There's nothing

the police can do?

Then what's going to happen to you
will be a horrible injustice.

Me?

How so?

How so?

If you don't catch
Mack the Knife and hang him,

there'll be a scandal at the queen's
coronation that will cost you your job.

An army of filthy beggars
will march up to greet the queen.

When they gather before
the church by the thousands,

it won't be a festive sight.

They're not an attractive crowd.

Not an attractive crowd, eh?

Well, I'll have them run off!

I'll force them to... -

How will it look
at the coronation

if 2,000 poor cripples
must be beaten to the ground?

It will look very bad,
Mr. Brown.

A revolting sight.

You're... you're threatening me!

This is blackmail!

I'll have you taken away,
Mr. Peachum!

Where's my bell?

I'll call to have you taken away

if you're ever so impertinent...

again.

I'm no criminal.

I'm just a poor man, Mr. Brown.

Look here, Mr. Peachum:

We're all poor men here.

Come, my dear,
poor Mr. Peachum.

I'm sure you understand
you can only hang a man

if you have the man.

You can only arrest a man
if you have him.

I can tell you where he is.

A mother-in-law ought to know
where her son-in-law can be arrested.

With the ladies
in Turnbridge Alley.

The whores
in Turnbridge Alley!

What's that?

A man lives by his head

He needs a larger size

Just try it for yourself
Your head

Won't feed a pair of lice

You see, for this existence

Man is never sharp enough

Hence his weak resistance

To its tricks and bluff

So make your little plan

Yes, be a shining light

Then make yourself
a second plan

None will turn out right

You see, for this existence

There's no man
who's bad enough

Still it's nice to watch them

Trying to be tough

Sure, chase your bit of luck

But no need to run fast

Though men always race after it

Luck always runs last

You see, for this existence

Man's demands are just too tough

All his noisy striving

Is self-deluding guff

Item No. 8.

Regarding the safes
on Oak Street...

only cash is to be taken.

No securities.

Yeah, we're not getting
involved in stock fraud.

Jimmy Two...

will take command
of the explosives convoy.

If he's bumped off, no great loss.
He doesn't bring much in anymore.

You're one to talk.
Just a minute.

Three, four, five gold watches
was your take this month.

Not much.

Item No. 9.

Time of the burglary:

8:30, during
the coronation celebration.

- Guards will all be at the ceremony.
- And all plastered.

The job's a cinch.

Mackie!

What's the matter?

- You must pack right away.
- Nonsense! What's the matter?

You must leave immediately!

I went to see Tiger Brown,
and my father was there too.

They plan to arrest you.
You must pack immediately!

Nonsense!
Come here, Polly.

There's something
I'd rather do than pack.

No, Mackie. Not now.

Brown stood up for you at first,
but then he gave in.

Now he says to tell you... -
- What?

There's nothing more
he can do for you.

Come now!
I can trust Brown implicitly.

Scotland Yard
has nothing on me.

Maybe they didn't yesterday,

but today they've suddenly got
a whole lot on you.

In Winchester

you seduced two sisters,
both of them minors.

They told me
they were over 30.

Both of them together.

Your father's a fine one.

Is this the thanks I get
for marrying his daughter?

Very well.

If I must go, you'll have
to take over running the business.

Gentlemen...

I must unfortunately
take a little trip.

Now, with the coronation
coming up?

Without you,
it's like soup without a spoon!

I'm therefore temporarily entrusting
management of the business

to my wife.

What? A woman?

What about the big bank job?

Shut your trap!

Now, if the bank job
goes well,

then it's no more
picking pockets and street muggings.

It's good-bye to Soho
and hello to the big city!

Good-bye, you poor fools.

Good-bye, Captain!

Mackie,
don't tear my heart out.

Stay here with me,
and let's be happy.

I'm tearing my own heart out,

because I must go away,

and no one knows
when I'll return.

It lasted so short a time.

Is it over then?

Don't forget me, Mackie,
in foreign parts.

I won't forget you, Polly.

Kiss me, Polly.

And don't go
to those ladies in Turnbridge.

I love only you.

Farewell, Polly.

Farewell, Mackie.

I'm in charge now.

Gentlemen...

I think our captain
can depart in full confidence.

We'll pull off that job just fine,

won't we, gentlemen?

In first-class style.

Isn't that right...

gentlemen?

Well, it's not for me to say,
but I'm not sure

that at a time like this,
a woman is the right man.

Nothing personal, ma'am.

The swine!

You bet
it was nothing personal!

Or else the others
would have tanned your hide!

Right, gentlemen?

Nothing personal, of course.

She packs a punch,
believe me.

Splendid! Our lady captain knows
how to find the right word!

Bravo, Polly!

From now on

we'll settle accounts
every Thursday, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

Jenny, there's someone
here to see you.

- Isn't that lovely!
- The queen's coronation gown?

It cost 7,000 pounds.

Imagine the fine underwear
a queen can afford.

Why would a queen
need fine underwear anyway?

I wonder if Mackie
will come by today.

I don't think
he'll ever be back.

WANTED!
£100 REWARD FOR MACK THE KNIFE

He took away my daughter.
Married her, he did!

Married her?

Last night.
Married her good and proper.

I see.

So if he comes here today,

will you signal
from the window?

Hey, there! My coffee!

I'll signal.

Good heavens, Mackie!
What are you doing here?

Quickly, now! Mon café

- Haven't you seen the wanted posters?
- Yes, I know.

But Thursday's my day here.

I can't let such trifles
disturb my routine.

Hello, Mackie.

Congratulations

on your marriage.

Too bad you missed it.

It was A-1.

Jenny, come join us.

Yes, Jenny...

come on.

Jenny, read his palm!

Jenny, why that look?

Just good news, please.
Nothing bad.

Mackie...

when the coronation bells
ring at Westminster,

you'll be in a bad way.

My hat and cane.

I'm going.

My jacket!

- Stay, Mackie.
- Who knows when you'll be back.

You can count on it.

Gents, you see me
washing the glasses

And making your beds
without squawking

And you tip me a penny
and I thank you well

And you see my dirty rags
in this ratty old hotel

And you don't know
to whom you're talking

But one day there'll be
a shout at the dock

And they'll ask
"What was that shout?"

And they'll see me smiling
as I wash my glasses

And they'll ask
"What's she smiling about?"

And a ship

With eight sails

And 50 cannon

Will be at the quay

Gentlemen, your laughter
will quickly stop

As walls tumble down
everywhere

The third day will see
the town razed to the ground

Just one ratty old hotel
will survive safe and sound

And they'll ask
"Who's so special that lives there?"

And that night a cry will go up
around the hotel

Folks will ask
"Why was this hotel spared?"

And at dawn they'll see me
coming through the doorway

And they'll say
"So she lived in there!"

And a ship

With eight sails

And 50 cannon

Will lay siege to the town

A hundred men will land
in the bright midday sun

And stealthily step
through the shadows

They'll enter every doorway
Grab every man they see

And clap them in chains
and bring them to me

And ask me
"Which shall we kill?"

And ask me
"Which shall we kill?"

That noon
there'll be quiet in the harbor

As they ask me
"Who is to die?"

And then they'll hear my reply

"All of 'em!"

And as each head falls
I'll say

"Hoppla!"

And the ship

With eight sails

And 50 cannon

Will vanish with me

Jenny,
you remember the days

before my star
rose over this town?

Even though I'm now
Mack the Knife,

I'll never forget you, Jenny.

What more
can a gentleman say?

Nothing.

Mackie, you must flee!

You've been betrayed!

Is there still just one way
out of this rattrap?

Stop him!
He went out the window!

You were
in quite a hurry just now.

I hadn't yet had the pleasure.

Is there someone
waiting for you?

She can wait.

I live just over there.

What is it now?

Never mind! Come on!

Peachum!

He got away!

Got away?

His girls helped him escape!

His girls!

Brown is the "girl" in question.

Tiger Brown
let his friend get away.

Well, Mr. Brown
has "out-Browned" himself.

It's time we start thinking
about the coronation parade.

We only just met,
and you're already leaving.

Goes with the profession.
Busy, busy, busy.

- Come back soon.
- Of course.

No long speeches.

Time is money.

I'm all yours, gentlemen.

You've seen Mackie's
bold and reckless nature.

I'll now show you how,

through a loving wife's
cleverness,

things take a turn
that even you wouldn't expect.

The gentlemen of the board.

Gentlemen of the board...

one can rob a bank,
or one can...

Use a bank to rob others.

...tread the path of a respectable
and law-abiding business...

as my papa so often told me.

"Polly," he always said,

"Who'd be so stupid
as to be a burglar these days

when we've got laws?"

And though my husband... -

I mean, our most esteemed
managing director... -

must hide like a fugitive
in foreign parts,

I'm certain he would approve

of how we pulled this off!

We bought this quiet,
elegant little bank...

which will be more profitable
than finding a few puny safes... -

To rifle.

Now we'll really
get down to business!

Gentlemen,

we will remain true
to this institution's honorable tradition

of building and consolidating

the confidence
of the pu-pu-public

through our integrity
and fiduciary trustworthiness.

Bravo! Excellent!

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'd just like to add that our firm
can only employ top-quality people.

Street muggings
and pickpocketing are for idiots!

Forget the romance
of the past!

Life begins in earnest now.

Whoever can't rise to the challenge
will be terminated forthwith

without remuneration.

Good day, gentlemen.

You can learn
a thing or two from her.

This way, Mr. Brown.

Would you like to see him?
- No...

for Goďs sake.

Handle it yourself, please.

Smith...

give him something to eat.

A decent meal.

Wine.

Cigarettes too?

Of course!

Wait!
He only smokes cigars.

Give him these.

He won't have time
to smoke many more.

Hello, Mackie.

Hello, Smith.

Did Brown
have any news for me?

He's very distraught,

and just when
the coronation parade's coming up.

I say, Smith...

you couldn't find
any heavier handcuffs?

With your kind permission,

I'd like
a more comfortable pair.

Well, we have them
in every price range,

from one guinea to ten.

All depends on how much
you wish to spend.

How much for none at all?

Fifty.

Thanks, Captain.

Now, what would you like
to eat, Captain?

What have you got
in the canteen?

No, no prison fare for you.

If you'd like, I'll get it from... -

My last supper, eh?

There, Captain.
Now you can move about freely again.

That's for someone else,
Captain.

So, Captain,
what would you like for dinner?

Leave it to me if you'd like.

The gentlemen here
have always been most satisfied.

DO NOT TURN
A DEAF EAR TO MISFORTUNE

Hello?
Yes, I'll send them right away.

- Group 3 is ready.
- Off you go!

Filch speaking. Good.

The 10th district is ready.

They're to join the fourth
at Nelson's Column at 8:00 a.m.

But we've got real cripples.
How can we make it by 8:00?

You must.

VICTIM
OF MILITARY DESPOTISM

The ugliest are to march
on the outside...

so the noble gentlemen
will have a pretty sight to look at.

The royal guard
is presenting arms.

Dawn is breaking.

They'll ride right over us!

You've got slingshots.

- What if they shoot?
- Gentlemen!

Gentlemen...

at this very moment,
1,432 of your colleagues

are marching to pay
their respects to the queen.

You too wish to be part
of this splendid occasion,

you poorest of the poor,

who'd long ago have perished
in the sewers of Turnbridge

if I hadn't spent
sleepless nights devising a way

to wring a few pence
out of your poverty.

For I've shown
that the rich of this world

have no qualms about causing misery
but can't bear the sight of it!

They have hard hearts

but weak nerves.

Well, we won't spare
their nerves today!

By the thousands
we'll tear at their nerves,

for our rags
do not conceal our wounds!

Gentlemen...

do not be afraid!

The queen will not allow cripples
to be attacked with bayonets!

Forward!

Stop, Peachum!

Mackie's become
a bank president!

Call your people back!

Our Polly's a guest of honor
in the stands.

Leave it to me.

Stop!

Back!

Stop where you are!

Back!

Stop! Go back!

Back, all of you!

Stop! Go back!

Come to your senses!

Listen to reason!

So make your little plan

Yes, be a shining light

Then make yourself
a second plan

None will turn out right

You see, for this existence

There's no man
who's bad enough

Still it's nice to watch them

Trying to be tough

I repeat: We must have
the remaining £3,000 in cash now!

Without fail!

You understand?

Nervous, gentlemen?
Well, I'm very calm.

But Tiger Brown, our best friend,
had him arrested!

That must mean something.

We must get £10,000 in bail
to the police chief.

I'll take it!

There's turmoil in the streets.

That's why I'm giving it
to our bank's trustworthy servant.

It's 11:00.
Why aren't you at the stock exchange?

Stop!

Turn back!

Listen to me!

Stop!

Using force is pointless!

They'll shoot you down!

Listen to me!

You're marching
to your own destruction!

Out of the question!
No visitors allowed here!

Smith, let me go in.

Jenny, I can't be responsible
if anyone should see you.

Smith, darling,
I'll only be a second.

I have to see that despicable
scoundrel once more.

Mackie and I were close once.
- I know... -

Smith, sweetie,
you can come see me tonight.

I really shouldn't!

This slut is all I need now.

- Enjoy your meal, Captain.
- My meal?

No time
to put on your face, eh?

You dirty skunk!

How can you even look at me,
after all that's happened!

Quiet, you stupid hussy!

Monster! Think I don't know
about Suky Tawdry?

Dinner's served, Captain.

Stop that now!
You'll drive the man crazy!

Ah, Smith, my darling,
I love you so.

I'd rather see him on the gallows
than in the arms of another.

Oh, Smith,
you're such a darling,

such a fine, upstanding man.

Jenny, let go!

No, I won't!

So long!

Let me go!

GIVE AND
THOU SHALT RECEIVE

More than 300 beggars
are marching towards Piccadilly.

Disperse them!

They broke through
the barrier at Baker Street.

The procession's been
completely obstructed.

- Arrest them!
- Arrest them all!

Disperse them!
Use clubs if necessary!

Use your clubs!
That's right!

No, you idiot!

They can't club thousands
of beggars to the ground... -

and on Coronation Day!

You can't be serious!

- What do you want?
- I have bail for Mack the Knife.

What's that?
What do you have?

Bail.

For Mack the Knife.

Mackie?
I mean, Mack the Knife?

Just a moment.

Out of my way.

Hello?
Get me Division C, now!

Hello?
Brown speaking.

Mack the Knife
is to be released immediately.

What?

Mack... has...

escaped?

Wait!

Now you can go.
Confiscated goods.

Going to the coronation, Captain?

Shut your trap!
I just busted out of jail!

Busted out?

We sent over bail
from City Bank for you, our director.

Bail?

For me?

I just told you I busted out!

Really?

Good God!
£10,000 shot to hell!

Pipe down! What filthy Soho sewer
is my office in now?

What Soho sewer?

City Bank! Piccadilly!
Best part of town!

What? Piccadilly?

City Bank? A real bank?

Yes, sir!
An honest-to-goodness bank!

Take the first right,
then the third left.

If you see cops,
keep to the left!

No, not right! Left!

I was so worried about you.

They were all after you
like bloodhounds.

Did you remember
to pretty yourself up every day

just as if I'd been here?

All I see are your lips.

I don't hear a word
you're saying.

Were you faithful to me too?

You're looking good, Polly.
I'm very pleased with you.

Have you seen the mail yet?

Mackie,
don't talk business now.

Kiss your little Polly

and swear
that you'll never, ever... -

We'd better get dressed.

The coronation celebrations
have begun.

The police barrier's broken!

The coronation parade's
breaking up!

Crowds of beggars
at Westminster!

Pull the shades!

Hello? Anyone here?

Mackie, I'm ruined.

What a scandal!
I'll be sacked!

My days as police chief
are over!

Don't worry.
You've come to the right place.

You'll make
a great bank director.

How much capital
would you like to invest?

Capital?

£10,000!

His bail.
I salvaged it.

Hear that, nitwits?
There's a lesson there.

Come on.

Come along,
you old battleship.

Full steam ahead
for my whiskey bottle.

Polly...

gentlemen...

before you stands a man

whom the king,
in his unfathomable wisdom,

elevated high
above his fellow men.

And yet this man remained
my friend through every storm,

and so forth and so on.

But fate moves
in mysterious ways.

You all know what I mean.

Today this man
comes to me, Mack the Knife,

as one friend to another.

There's a lesson there.

Do you remember

when you and I were soldiers

and served
in the army in India?

Yes, Jackie.
Those were the days!

John was there and Jim was too

And Georgie made sergeant
in short order

The army doesn't give a fig
who you are

And they marched us north
to the border

Soldiers live under
the cannon's thunder

From the Cape to Cooch Behar

If it should rain one night

And they should chance to sight

- An unfamiliar race
- Dark or fair of face

They might just chop them up
to make their steak tartare

- Johnny's whiskey was too warm
- And Jimmy thought he'd freeze

- Georgie took them by the arm
- Saying, "Don't desert us, please"

Soldiers live under
the cannon's thunder

From the Cape to Cooch Behar

If it should rain one night

And they should chance to sight

- An unfamiliar race
- Dark or fair of face

They just might chop them up
to make their steak tartare

John is buried and Jimmy's dead

And they shot
poor Georgie for looting

But blood is still blood-red

And the army's still recruiting

Soldiers live under
the cannon's thunder

From the Cape to Cooch Behar

If it should rain one night

And they should chance to sight

An unfamiliar race

Dark or fair of face

They might just chop them up
to make their steak tartare

The poorest man in London
and the wealthy Mack the Knife... -

shouldn't they join forces?

The poorest man in London
is now bankrupt, my dear Peachum,

and is just another poor devil.

Today of all days showed me
the power of the poor.

With your money and my experience,
we can do business,

more business
than you could ever imagine.

If the poor are so powerful,
why do they need us?

Because they don't know
that we need them.

Gathered for the happy ending

All and sundry pool their might

When the needed funds are handy

Things will usually turn out right

Though a man
will fight his rival

To fish the muddy depths

In the end
they'll dine together

And consume
the poor man's bread

For some men
live in darkness

While others stand in the light

We see those in the light

While the others
fade from sight