All language subtitles for Underbelly razor 12 - Big Moves-eng

When two or more citizens of proven
bad character are seen together

that's consorting.

Six bookings, we can
lock them away for six months.

Guido Calletti
is back in town.

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

When you slip in beside
Mrs Green later on,

think about where I might be.

You work for me now.

Got yourself a bona Tide push.

Hello, boys!

No-one can know
that this came from me.

Nobody move!
I've been framed!

Hey, Syd. I own you.

There's no bloody justice
in the word.

How do you think the coppers
got onto our pal Herbert that night?

If you're calling me a dog,

you better be able to prove it.

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

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Tilly!

Tiny?

Look what you done
to my fucking shoe.

Fucking London, these are.
They cost a fortune!

No more than you deserve,
you scraggy bitch.

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

Self-defense.

Call it what you like.
We're calling it attempted murder.

Alright, mate.
I was just trying to pacify her.

Firing at her with a.303?
Over her head.

I wasn't trying to kill her.

Found hubby in bed
with the housekeeper,

she started yelling,
he started shooting.

Well, how'd he miss?
That woman's got three miles of front.

So what do we do?

Lock him up on
the attempted murder charge,

her for contravening
her conditions of bail.

We'll have both Devines
in the lookup by lunchtime.

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

She has to be!

She was sent to London
for two years.

She's back inside four months.

When she left the country,
the charges were withdrawn.

Tilly, open up, you bitch!

Open up! I wanna talk to you!

Talk to the judge,
you murdering bastard!

How come you ain't in jail anyway?

Frank bailed me. I owe you, son.

Put it on my tab.

Tilly, please!

If you don't withdraw the charges,
I'm going to jail permanent.

Yeah, good. It's where you belong,
firing a rifle at your own wife!

Oh, Tilly!
See you in court.

Vindictive bitch!

She was supposed to stay
in London for another year.

She gets to come back home soot-free.

Probably sitting up there
like the queen of England herself.

I'm not letting that bitch strut back
into town like she owns the place.

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

How? We haven't got any muscle?

Well, then we'll find some.
Who?

There must be
a hundred hungry buggers

sitting in spitting distance
from the door

who'd jump through hoops
for tuppence.

Only half of those know how to use
a gun, half again shoot straight.

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

Maybe we don't have to worry
about Tilly any more.

Big Jim kicked her out of Maroubra.

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

what harm can they do anyway?

You got a visitor.

Huh, come
to his senses at last.

It ain't Jim.

Mrs Leigh.

This is a surprise.

Did you miss me?
Hmph.

Heard you were back.
So London didn't work out for you, then?

Home is where the heart is.

Funny that,

'cause I heard that your hubby
kicked you out of your home.

Chased you with a.303, I believe.

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

What do you want?

Well, seeing as your
in reduced circumstances

and feeling for you as I do,

I've come to you with an offer.

A job.

You can work behind my bar
to keep you going.

Very funny, Mrs Leigh.
The height of comedy.

What do you know
about marriage, hey?

You never could find a bloke

that could stand to be in the same room
as you for more than a month.

You drive them off,

every single one.

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

Jim and I are married... for life.

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

And you'll die sooner than you think.

Conflict wasn't confined to Razorhurst.

Italian dictator Benito Mussolini

declared the 20th century
would be a fascist century,

and in the 1930s like-minded men
all over the world rallied to his cry,

hell-bent on stamping out
liberalism, democracy, socialism

and all other moral corruptions.

Not much of a picture.

Huh, crime in Darlinghurst, hey?

The police are barely making a dent.

I am the police, mate.

I know.

Frank De Groot.

You got your work cut out for you

without having to worry
about the commies as well.

We are not your enemy, Mr Wickham.
The New Guard are here to help.

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

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

Grocery money at least.

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

I said I'll take care of it!

Sweetheart, can you look to the baby?

it's the whooping cough again.

I should take her to the doctor,

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

Maybe we should go home.

My home, to my ma and pa, Deniliquin.

To farm? They haven't got
two sticks to rub together.

But they've got a garden and cheeks.
They've got food on the table.

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

Owing and paying -
they're two different things, Frank.

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

I might as well not bother.

Frank Green, I've got
something for you.

What? Do you think I'm stupid?

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

You wanna pay me?

I wanna give you a job.

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

What sort of dog do you think I am,
turning on my mates?

Have they been your mate,
have they, Frank?

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

Where was he when
you were in jail, hm?

That doesn't sound like a mate to me.

You don't buy me.

You keep it...

just for thinking about it.

Doll?

Look what I got us for dinner.

Dolly!

Guido and his jailbird mates

were doing quite nicely
for themselves,

but he wanted a bigger slice
of the Razorhurst pie.

Al Capone didn't get to the top
just rolling drunks, now, did he?

Go make us some money, sweetheart.

Where are you going?

To talk business.

No luck.

You've been following
her people for a week.

I can't seem to get
her coke supplier.

Now, someone's bringing her the shit.

We just gotta intercept
Kate's coke supplier

and - whooshka! -
she's out and we're in.

Did you talk to Frank Green?

How did you get on
with the Little Gumnut?

You better not be calling him that
if he comes to our side.

Are you sure it's such a good idea?

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

Two birds, one fucking stone.

You heard anything from Jim?

You still charging him?

All he's gotta do is apologise.

He better hurry up too.

It makes the business look weak,
him being down there, me up here.

Anyway, what about you?

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

Frank.

Honestly, Nellie, I can't keep up.
What? You got a roster or something?

How do you decide?

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

but when the 'Titanic' goes down,

you'll wanna make sure you're one
of the ones on a life raft.

What's the hurry? How old were you
when you and Big Jim got married?

16.

Oh, fuck! Come on, Blissett.
Not the fucking consorting again!

Number six for you, Miss Cameron.

So what? Who's counting?
Well, you should've been.

Six charges in six months -
automatic jail term.

Hey!
Get off! Nugget!

No!
Fuck off!

You know the rules, Tilly.
Nugget!

Nellie made bail
but she knew she was done for

Her appeal would surely fail

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

Six long lonely months in jail,

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

Why can't I have a sherry?

You can in the ladies' lounge.

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

Nellie, your presence here
discomforts the male clientele.

Sir, are you discomforted
by my presence?

One sherry. One.

Hey, pretty boy.
Hey!

What are you doing here?
Go on. Get out of here.

Now, listen up, bud.

Not so brave in daylight,
are you, mate?

Come on. Put up a... Come on.

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

I just want to have some fun.

You've lost a lot of blood.

You're going to get me
into trouble, Little Gunmen.

I believe in having a good time.

I believe in never being on my own.

So did you see anything?
Nah.

Did you hear anything?

Well, I heard the shots but...
Yeah.

Looks like somebody's wandering round
with a bullet in them.

Well, they won't be wandering round
for long, then, will they?

This pub shooting
got anything

to do with Tilly Devine
being back in town?

Don't think so.

With Tilly planning to give evidence
against her hubby,

both sides are laying low.

Nah, looked like
a straightforward bar fight to me.

Times are hard. Blokes are on edge.

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

I've been looking
at the weekly crime reports.

There's a big increase in assaults.

Like I say, times are hard.

Aye, but there's a dozen arrests
at a time, all on Friday nights.

Every time the workers
have a meeting,

the New Guard turns up to bash them.

If blokes with different
points of view

want to thump it out of each other,

just let them get it
out of their system, mate.

You think we should leave them
to assault each other?

Haven't we got bigger things
to worry about?

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

Surely it's more important

to lock up the likes
of Kate Leigh and the Devines

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

You think that's
all this New Guard does?

What else could it be?

Bill Mackay was right
to worry. Times were desperate.

The working man was fighting back

and the New Guard
was ready, willing and able

to meet this communist threat.

Dad? Daddy?

Dad?

You were calling for your old man.

Just a silly dream.

I... They said that I was...

You're fine.

They got two bullets out.

One's still in there. Souvenir.

Best get yourself a new girl.

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

Excuse me.

You had this with you. it's a bit of
a mess but I thought you'd want it.

Thank you.

Looked nice. Warm.

Well, let's go.

I'm serious. Let's go north.

Queensland, just you and me.

What about your wife?

All I care about is you.

You'd leave her and the kids?

Yes.

OK.

Queensland.

OW!

We'll hitch.

Why don't we get to carry guns?

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

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

But even Nellie Cameron
gets paid more than we do.

Nellie?

Nellie Cameron is the most
dangerous woman in Sydney,

more dangerous than Kate
and Tilly put together.

Anyone here?

Yeah, give us a minute.

Men are like moths
to a flame with Nellie.

She'll get someone killed
one of these days.

Do you think she does it with women?
You know, for money?

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

I bet she doesn't have to fight the men
for her own bathroom.

If female police officers
are to be taken seriously,

we should worry about the job,
not the amenities.

Can't you lot hold it in?

Jim, it's Frank.

You want a lift where?
Newcastle.

We'll be right from there.

That's a fair way, mate,
and I've got quite a bit on.

She's really bad, Jim.
I need to get her to a hospital.

Look, I've gotta pop
a bit of oil in the car,

then I'll call past my bookie
on the way.

Then... then I'll be
on the road, alright?

Thanks. Thanks, Jim. Thanks.

He's on his way.

You right, Tom?

Superintendent, my boss
would like a quick word.

Who's your boss?

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

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

he can come inside
and line up like everyone else.

My boss is Jack Lang.

I've got a problem.
I'm told you're the man to fix it.

Sir?

The New Guard. I want them stopped.

Stopped from what?

Organizing. Membership. Drills.
Mobilizing against the 'red menace'.

Blokes with different opinions
thumping each other on weekends.

My informants tell me

that the New Guard has already
got over 10,000 members.

That means they outmatch you lot
three to one

and they're building fast.

Now, I don't care
about your politics

and I don't ask you to share mine,

but if you don't stop them
there will be a civil war in this state.

Sir, if they're such a threat,

you can use the parliament,
enact laws.

Parliament. Bunch of
chumped-up chemists and lawyers.

Aye, still. But this conversation...

I'm reorganizing the police force.
Single command. One leader.

All the power he needs,
make decisions, carry them through.

A senior inspector?

Police commissioner,
and I tell you what, Bill,

you stop the New Guard,
you'll be that commissioner.

That wouldn't be a bribe?

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

He'll be here soon.

I just want to be warm.

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

Huh? We'll get those
stitches fixed up.

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

I still remember
the first time I met you,

when you turned up at Tilly's
looking for a job.

Yeah.

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

you were calling
for your for your dad.

He alive?

I mean, do you have a family, Nell?

What? You're wondering
who to call if I croak?

This is my dad, my real dad.

He was a soldier. He died over there?

He came home.

My mother remarried.

I promised myself then,
“Never go back. ”

Never go back.

Nell? Nell! Wake up. Wake up.

Come on. Come on. Get up. Come on.

On your feet. On your feet.

This is killing you, Nell.

Jim.

He ain't coming.

Fuck him.

Fuck all of them. it's just you and me,
Frankie, and Queensland.

You'll die.

I'll die if I go back.

You left your wife.

Frankie...

You left your wife.

Frank?

She left you.

Nellie Cameron survived.

But she didn't make it to Queensland

and she'd get six months
for the consorting charge

she tried to run away from.

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

Meanwhile, the game
was changing down Maroubra way.

For the first time ever

Tilly Devine was about to testify
against her husband, Jim,

or so he thought.

No, wait.

Did he even say anything?

About what?

About me getting him off
an attempted murder charge.

Ungrateful shit.

I bought him this tie pin too.
It cost a pretty fucking penny.

I should stab him
in the throat with it.

J it must mean you love me

If you love me, mister.. J'

Did he ask for me?

If he ain't asking, I ain't going.

Maybe he just needs
some help remembering

how important I am to him.

What's this about?

Don't know.
All hands, they said. It must be a raid.

I've had word that the New Guard
intends to raid a workers' meeting

in Darlinghurst tonight.

I thought it was a drug raid.

Now, I don't care whether you believe in
the New Guard or not.

I don't care whether
you're Nationalist,

Labor Party or Communist Party.

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

decide who gets bashed
and who doesn't, right?

We decide who gets bashed. I decide.

So get out there and belt
their bloody heads off, alright?

We thought Jack Lang would
save us, but has anything changed?

Have we got more food on our table?
No!

More money in our pockets?
No!

Has Jack Lang given us
the jobs he promised?

Spread out, men.
Take them down.

Who are you, then?

Francis De Groot,
New Guard commander. Free zone.

Recruit number 55454.

Formerly of the 15th Hussars.
I answer only to the King of England.

Well, I'm Superintendent
William Mackay,

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

You're under arrest
for inciting a riot.

These men are enemies of the state.

We're helping you.
That's bullshit.

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

You can't even control
the vice in this suburb.

You've got two women running
the show. Sly grog, cocaine, brothels...

Hear, hear!

There are enough communists
in the eastern suburbs alone

to stage a Stalinist uprising.

How is your tiny police force
going to stop them?

The same way we're stopping you now.
Right?

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

You'll need us.
Really?

You?

You're in the New Guard?

Take them away.
Charge the lot of them.

And you come with me.

What the hell
are you playing at?

Got a right to do what I like
in my own time.

Joining groups like these?
What the hell?

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

They want to take
the government over.

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

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

You want to sign up
with groups like these?

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

All I want to do is my job, Bill.

Crims, they're the ones we should
be after - Kate and Tilly.

If we can't deliver on simple
law and order, then what good are we?

Your mates here, they're planning
to take control of the state.

Do you know that? Aye.

So right now stopping them
is a bit more important

than locking up
the likes of Kate Leigh.

So you squash the New Guard.
What's in it for you?

That's what I thought.

That was great.

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

I have something
that I want to show you.

Ta-da!

How...

I asked and he said yes.

Asked who?
Bill Mackay.

He said no-one had asked him before.

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

It's Superintendent Mackay.

Er, I'm sorry.
I wanted to surprise you.

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

Of course not. Well done.

Taking initiative. Excellent.

I'd hate to offend you.

I think the world of you,
Miss Armfield.

It's beautiful.

I'm sorry I was sharp.

I'm so glad we're friends.

I hope that we can be more.

Much more.

You... you think...

You think that I'm...

Aren't you?

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

I'll see you in the morning.
7 am sharp, as usual.

I got you something in London.

I wanted to go to Kate's saloon,
not this dump.

Nell, you're a bail absconder.
You've got to keep a low profile.

May as well be in jail.

Back in a minute.

So how does Kate get her cocaine?

Every time a ship
comes in from China,

Eileen leaves the house
with the baby

at 10:00 at night on the knocker.

There's a ship in tonight.

You follow that pram, you'll get
to Kate Leigh's coke supplier.

Mate, we only get one chance.
Next ship's not in for a month.

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

Dulcie...
How much, sweetheart?

Dulce, forget him. We're celebrating.

Alright, mate.
Piss off.

Celebrating what?

Tonight I'm becoming
the new Al Capone.

Who's Al Capone?

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

Nothing, it's just a scratch.
Shit.

You leaving now?
What?

It didn't work out.

Queensland?
You want to go to Queensland?

I'll take you to fucking Queensland.
Go tonight.

And break down on our way
to Newcastle?

Hey, we won't be breaking down.
I'll get you the fastest car in town.

Yeah? I'll drive you anywhere.

Queensland?

Anywhere. I'll take you to New York.

I will drive you to New York.

You want someone that can deliver now,
that's me.

I'll marry you if you want.

I will marry you. I'll take you anywhere,
anywhere in the world.

Frank!

You're kidding me, ain't you?

No! No! Frank!

Are you alright?

Guido, go!

Go, I'll take him to the hospital.

Go! I'll meet you later.

Here?
Yes.

Always... loved you.

I'm so sorry, Frank.

But what you said
when you were lying on my floor -

did you mean it?

You know I did.

Say it again.

Bloody stitches.

Doctor's a butcher.

Still alive, then?

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

I'm here about my job offer.

I told you, I got a job.

Yeah. And where are they?

Send you flowers, did they? May.

What am I gonna do
with flowers?

Well, you're gonna look at them
every day

and they're gonna remind you
of my visit.

And what else I've bought you.

What else?

�100- yours for the taking, Frankie.

I'm not offering again. This is it.

But what do you want me to do?

Gaffney's dead.

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

Who do you want shot?

Not just shot.

Shot dead.

Your old boss.

Tiny?

Nor Tiny.

Big Jim Devine.

I want Tilly to suffer.

I want her to know what it feels like
to lose someone she loves.

I want to get her
right where she breathes.

He never came.

You called him, and he never came.

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