Underbelly s04e02 Episode Script

TILLY: Judge says Kate Leigh must be the worst woman in Sydney.
No mention of Tilly Devine.
MAN: Police! This is a raid! Oi! Step aside.
What for? Running a disorderly house.
Mrs Leigh, I appreciate the information you can pass my way, but I will not be used as a weapon in your war against Tilly Devine.
SQUIZZ: Alright, you got two choices, mate.
You get out of Melbourne while the going's good or I'll end it right here.
Always wanted to see Sydney.
You're a virgin, that's good.
They're in short supply.
How many times can I do it in a night? We're gonna get on fine.
It worries me when a girl like you finds herself consorting with ne'er-do-wells in a place like that.
I just wanna have some fun.
JIM: She's got a gun! Where's your smart mouth now? NORMAN: I'm not here to kill you.
What do you want? I'm the man who's gonna take down Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine, and you're gonna help me.
(THEME MUSIC) SONG: # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (SHIP'S WHISTLE BLOWS) Tilly and Kate! Jesus.
They won't lie down easy.
Squizzy forgot to tell me you got no balls.
What do you think I'm talking to you for, Snow? You scare people.
You've got a reputation.
So with fear on your side, numbers don't matter.
Why not just kill 'em? You'd like that, would ya? You ready to swing for it? We've gotta be smarter than that.
We'll need more blokes.
Well, you know the locals.
Any ideas? Whoo! Nice job, Jack.
Bet your missus can't wait to hug and kiss you when you get home at night.
What do you want? I hear you know a bit about explosives.
Electrics.
Who are you? I served too.
Pozières, infantry.
And you just got outta Long Bay.
That's the other thing I heard.
Bit of safe-cracking gone wrong.
Have you ever been shit-canned? I'm offering you a job.
Fat pig.
Fuck off.
I'm having me tea.
Keep eating, you'll explode.
You're disgusting, Fatso.
You make me wanna spew.
(MOANS) My money's on the fat man.
YOU! How come they call him 'The Midnight Raper'? Let him go, George.
Let him go or I'll blow your fucking head off.
Told you he can fight.
(MOANS) (GRUNTS) Oh, leave it out! (MOANS) What'd you have to do that for? Just my way of saying hello.
I'm number one, Snowy's two, Jack three, and Fat Man four.
Norman Bruhn was a driven man.
Testing the mettle of his men personally was more about gauging his own resolve.
Did he have the nerve and the guts to take on Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine? MAN: Sydney's best apples, right here on your doorstep! Best apples in Sydney! Hello, miss.
Hope there are no grubs in it.
Well, if there are, I'll have to charge you extra.
(MOCK-ITALIAN ACCENT) No grubs! How much do I owe you? It's on the house.
Excuse me.
Can you tell me where Kate Leigh lives? First left, straight up.
Number 42.
What about Tilly Devine? Palmer Street.
Number 25.
Mind me asking why you're asking? Not at all.
You're a bleeding shyster, Roy! Come again? Typical Kate Leigh stunt.
What? Her idea, was it? Them lamb chops you sold me are rank.
Tilly Have a whiff.
Have a whiff.
(SNIFFS) TILLY: I want my three bob back.
There was nothing wrong with them yesterday.
Give me my three bob or I'll report you to the Board of Health.
Oh, you will, will you? Yeah.
Off you go, then.
Toodle-oo.
You're not getting a refund! I want me fucking money! Tilly, you get out of my shop right now or I will call the Give me my fucking money or I will put this knife in your fucking heart.
Three bob, was it? Thank you.
Oh, and if you see Kate Leigh, give her this.
Lost me appetite.
(CHURCH BELL RINGS IN DISTANCE) Kate.
(GENTLE ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS) Good morning, Mrs Leigh.
KATE: Hello, Father.
How's tricks? Oh, I'm as fit as a fiddle, since you asked.
Pleased to hear it, Father.
(METAL CLANKS) Katie.
What you got? Sterling silver candlesticks, two pair.
Ormolu clock, Swiss movement.
Men's cuff-links, opal inlay, and a pearl-handled paper-knife.
Five quid the lot.
Five?! I've got a family, Kate.
You're right.
Four quid, final offer.
You know I hate whingers.
TILLY: It's called 'gingering'.
Not strictly legal, but all the girls do it.
Gingering? The way I see it, any bloke walk in that door's fair game.
(LAUGHS) I'll say! All our girls are lovely and clean.
And they all know exactly how to make a man happy.
TILLY: Take your time.
Hard to choose just one.
No law says it has to be just one.
(WOMEN LAUGH) So, what do I do? Attagirl.
Oh, my God! What? I've never been on top before! (LAUGHS) You've got a lot to learn.
Can't wait! First you need a mate with light fingers.
Second, you got to have plenty of cheek.
And the last thing you need is a dirty big police whistle.
Raid! Police raid! (BLOWS WHISTLE) Come on, get up! Get up! Go, go, go! Get out! Come on! Come on! (WHISTLING, BANGING CONTINUES) I seem to have lost my wallet.
Come on! Police raid! Reckon I'm a mug, do ya? An easy mark for a bit of gingering? Wasn't my idea.
Well, you know what you're gonna do? You're gonna go out there and get my wallet back.
But not yet.
Lie across my knee.
Do I have to? Good? Yes! Chop suey.
Dig in.
What's in it? Not chops.
You're a gangster, aren't you? Say you are.
Why? Gives you a thrill, does it? Eat up.
I better get home, read the kids a bedtime story.
A married gangster.
Businessman.
Think of me as a businessman.
I've never met anyone like you.
Same here.
Why is a girl like you earning a living on her back? You oughta be at school.
Does it matter? I'm here now.
And you're here now.
That's what matters.
Will I see you again? I promise I won't pinch your wallet next time.
You like a bit of excitement, yeah? Yeah, good girl.
We're gonna have some fun.
MAN: Hey, mate! A little birdie tells me you're looking for good men.
Here I am! (LAUGHS) Why would he need a barrow boy? Come on, Norman.
You see the sign? Keep your eye on the letter 'O'.
What do you say? Go join a circus.
(CHUCKLES) (JAZZ MUSIC) So, Norm, when do we make a move? Hey! Not in front of the sheila! She's one of us now, George.
That makes you number five.
Me number five?! When do we make a move? Or are you just another bullshitter, like your mate, Squizzy Taylor? Well, you can walk away any time you like, Snow.
You go back to rolling drunks and robbing the poor box.
We strike the first blow tonight against Kate and then we retaliate on her behalf against Tilly.
Here's mud in your eye! (MEN GRUNT) (WOMAN SINGS) # If I'd a cow that gave such milk # I'd clothe her in the finest silk # I'd feed her on the choicest hay # And milk her 40 times a day # Ha-ha-ha, you and me # Little brown jug, don't I love thee # Hey! # Ha-ha-ha, you and me # Little brown jug, don't I love thee? Drink up! # You who make my friends my foes # Evening, minister.
Lovely to see you, as ever.
# So tip her up, boys, down she goes! # (PATRONS MOAN) KATE: Who turned the lights off? (KNOCKS ON DOOR) No hawkers today, thank you.
You leave my places alone or so help me, I'll come after you with a pitchfork.
Guttersnipe.
Bloody old moll! I never sold my body.
Yeah, 'cause nobody'd want it! Pommy slut! Go back to where you came from! What you done now? Nothing! Time to launch phase two.
Anybody seen Fatso? Here he comes now.
What's he carrying? SNOWY: Jesus, what's that stink? Got 'em, Norm.
Plenty more where they came from.
You're a good man.
What about Frank 'The Gunman' Green? You can't call yourself 'The Gunman'.
There's too many of them already.
Greg Gaffney works for Kate Leigh, for example.
That's his moniker.
Could go round there and shoot the bastard.
That'd solve the problem.
No, you've gotta use something else.
'Junior Gunman', say.
(LAUGHS) Piss off.
JIM: Ah, sir, welcome.
Step inside for some Devine pleasure.
Nellie's booking's here and she's a no-show.
Jesus, those things stink.
Kippers made the British Empire what it is today.
On the nose.
Who's gonna do him? I don't take clients no more.
We agreed.
You agreed.
You know he's not gonna touch the others.
So, what do I do? Send him home? (MUTTERS) Fuck him.
Shut it.
I know you wanted to see our Nellie, but I'm afraid she's visiting her dying daddy.
So you'll just have to put up with me! Alright, come on.
Let's get comfortable.
Why don't we take off these stuffy old clothes? What is that appalling stench? (SHRIEKS) Jim! Jim! (THUD!) (ALL SCREAM) (WOMEN SCREAM) FRANK: What the fuck happened? What the hell's going on? There's rats everywhere! Get out of the way.
(BANGS ON DOOR) Get out here, Kate Leigh! You hear me? Get out here! The whole neighbourhood can hear you, you dirty little fishwife! You've gone too far this time.
I'm gonna give you your own rotten fucking medicine.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
Oh, yeah, look forward to that.
(GRUNTS) Holy Mary! Wally! Barney! Octopus! (MEN ALL SHOUT) Don't you start something you can't finish, bitch! TILLY: Yeah, go back inside, you fucking fishwife! TILLY: Fuck! Why don't you just shoot them? Kate and Tilly? Mmm.
Do you wanna watch me swing? Well, that's what they do to murderers.
Hang 'em by the neck till they're dead.
Have you? Killed many people? With a gun? With a knife? With what, then? Feel good? You're a very bad man! I don't need to kill 'em.
Add enough fuel to the fire, they'll kill each other.
Tilly kills Kate and swings for it.
It's beautiful.
Want me to come in? Just keep my chrome nice and shiny, Ernest.
If I'm not back in half an hour, call in the cavalry.
What exactly is Phil The Jew doing darkening my doorway? One of your boys done over one of my street girls last week.
Knocked off five quid's worth of snow, according to her.
Well, the way I hear it, she shoved to stop him telling everyone she was selling for herself.
And not you.
Not here about that.
Everyone's talking about you and Tilly.
Says there's going to be all-out war.
Yeah, she's the one making all the moves.
What if she's not? What if it's some other rooster making it look like it's Tilly? What do you know, Phil? Well, there's a new boy in town.
Melbourne lad.
Friend of Squizzy Taylor's.
Norman Bruhn.
Why are you telling me this? Huh? Tilly and me rip out each other's guts, you can just walk in and take over.
Well, I have thought about it.
But then I'd be in this rooster's sights, then, wouldn't I? And I'm not as brave as you girls.
(UNCAPS FLASK) So you want us to destroy him to protect you.
Squizzy Taylor's a killer.
You think this coot's the same breed? We can't afford to assume he ain't.
We gotta stick together on this one, Kate.
I do me own dirty work.
I don't do yours.
ERNEST: How'd you go, boss? No wonder her husband left, poisonous bleeding cow.
Ernest, we need to change our strategy.
No, we don't want your mother to hear.
Norm? There's a Mr Phil Jeffs downstairs.
Back in a tick.
Phil Jeffs, Norman.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
You don't know me.
But what can I do for Phil The Jew? Well, it's more what I can do for you.
I hear good things about you, Norman.
I can see a place for you in my firm.
Like what, carrying your bags? Kissing your arse? Look, I know you're a serious fella from my contacts down south.
I just thought maybe we could do some good for each other.
I don't think I need a fancy man like you, Phil.
Unless I need a new suit, that is.
Well, that's all Jews are good for, ain't it? Tailoring.
(PIANO PLAYS JAUNTY TUNE) I think we deserve the best seat in the house.
There's a nice spot at the bar for you gents up there.
(GIGGLES) So, what'll you have? Lemonade and rum.
Why don't you skip the rum? Lemonade and lots of rum.
How do? You look beautiful tonight.
Thank you.
You like to dance? I'll say I do, yes.
Oh, you mean with you? I don't think so.
Sorry.
He's a lucky old coot.
He don't deserve you.
I guess I'll just have to dance by myself.
(CLICKS FINGERS) (BAND PLAYS SWING TUNE) (BAND FALLS SILENT) My hat.
Come.
And keep your mouth shut.
(PEOPLE CHATTER) You wanted to see me? You got sixty seconds.
I'm Norman Bruhn.
Oh.
Well, I'm very happy for you.
So what? I'm not one of your Sydney pussies.
You oughta know that.
Am I supposed to shit me-self with fear? You had a good run, Kate.
Now it's time to move on before you get hurt.
You only get one warning.
(LAUGHS) I don't care who you are.
Nobody pushes me around.
I haven't even started to push yet.
We got rid of your mate Squizzy Taylor, and we can get rid of you.
Now fuck off and stop bothering me.
(SCOFFS) So she's a tough old bat.
No surprises there.
So's Tilly.
But they're no match for Norman Bruhn.
Worst man in Sydney.
I bet you could blow them away with a single puff.
I need an edge.
You need a wash.
You smell like a dog.
Something to put the wind up them.
Make 'em tremble in their boots when they hear me name.
I can't afford to fail, Nell.
Got too much at stake.
Too many mouths to feed.
Go home to wifey.
Cry on her shoulder for a change.
No, I wouldn't fly from New York to Paris for all the tea in China.
I mean, what happens if you get engine trouble? Where would you land? In the blinkin' drink, that's where.
Oh, excuse the cursing, Mr Bruhn, but flying's not a natural condition for human beings.
I mean, it's an insult to the Almighty.
"Beg your pardon, Lord, but we ain't happy with our legs.
"Now we want wings" Careful! Oh, sorry, Mr Bruhn! Oh, bloody heck! I'd sooner cut me own heart out.
Any time you're stopped by the jacks carrying a gun, you get jail time.
That's the law, right? Yep.
So we leave 'em at home.
Unless we know for sure we're heading into a fire-fight.
We go unarmed? You gone fuckin' soft in the head? We carry these.
The jacks search you, you're on your way home for a shave.
A knife's better.
You can kill with a knife.
We don't need to kill.
With these things, one stroke, light as a feather, you can open a man's face to the bone.
You ever had a razor cut? The bleeding never stops.
Buckets of blood.
JACK: Take off an ear, or maybe a nose.
You fuck with Norman and his boys, you'll end up wishing you were dead.
(GEORGE CHUCKLES) (GEORGE SINGS) # Me and my wife live all alone # In a little log hut we call our own # She likes gin and I like rum # (SNIFFS DEEPLY) # I tell you we'll have lots of fun # Ho-ho-ho, you and me # Little brown jug, do I love thee! # Hello, my darling.
What's your name, then? Whatever you want it to be, sugar.
Listen, three bob for a regular, two bob just for a suck.
(YELPS) No! No! Noo! (SCREAMS) (SOBS) It's like Whitechapel all over.
Jack the Ripper.
Except she's alive.
Let's pray she stays that way.
I wonder how she came to be there.
It's her regular beat.
No, I mean, why does a lass end up on the street selling herself? (GASPS FOR AIR) Track down every villain we know who uses a knife.
Make them prove they're not our man.
Tom? Don't be gentle.
(GRUNTS) Get up.
I told you it wasn't me.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
You ever been whacked between the shit and the wind, Guido? What? (YELPS) Did I say sit down? Eh? (GROANS) Get up.
You're a knife man, Guido.
Famous for it.
I say that it was you cutting that poor girl.
No.
I'm just a barrow boy.
Yeah, with a big fuckin' knife! (SCREAMS) What's the world coming to? Wal, do we know this girl? (GRUNTS) Lorna? She used to move some snow for us now and again.
Lorna? With the pretty eyes? Here, give it to me.
Come on.
(SOMBRE MUSIC) It's from Kate.
Something to see you through.
Thank you.
NORMAN: Who was it? Which one of you? What makes you think one of us done it? I hand out blades.
An hour later, some poor tart gets her face sliced off.
(LAUGHS) It was you, Snow, wasn't it? Make you happy if I said yes? JACK: You're awful quiet, Georgie Porgie.
Oh I decide who and when.
Not you.
You step out of line again, I'll slice your ears off.
Righto.
Who's the toughest bloke in town? Tom Kelly? JACK: Nah, nah, not Tom.
His brother, Sid.
Bloody eats nails for breakfast.
Snails? Nails, fat head.
Them Froggies eat snails, hey? Yeah, Sid.
Definitely Sid.
SNOWY: Why? NORMAN: We slice him up, him and his brother, Kate and Tilly 'll pick up their skirts and run for cover.
Yeah? Why don't we just bloody slice them up? Exactly.
Because every copper in Sydney 'll come after us.
Scared of the jacks are you, Norm? They got friends in high places, you fool.
Judges, politicians - all regular customers.
But they'll give us a medal for cutting up a pair of mugs like the Kellys.
And just how are we gonna do that, Norm? SONG: # Na na way oh # Na na way oh # (MEN CHATTER) # I won't hurt your mother # I won't hurt your brother # I'll find other ways to know # (ALL SHOUT) (BELL RINGS) You want a piece? You want a piece? # I won't hurt your sister I can't not resist # Five quid on Kelly.
(SONG CONTINUES) (MEN SHOUT) (MEN SHOUT AND BOO) I'll have some debt collecting work for you at the end of the week.
I'm gonna need the both of ya.
Gentlemen.
What do you wanna do tonight? A feed, a drink and a root.
Well, we're all cashed up, so it's gotta be Tilly's on Palmer Street.
They're the best tits in Sydney.
Do me a favour, mate? Don't go hitting any of 'em this time.
Will you be home in time for the boys' bedtime? No.
Do you have to work tonight? Yes.
You'll be careful, won't you? Yeah, yeah.
They wouldn't know what to do without you.
Where're you off to, gents? Palmer Street, Darlinghurst.
Palmer Street.
Right you are.
Except I want to get dropped off at Devonshire Street on the way.
You wanna go to church? St Peter's, mate.
Drop Sid off then come back and pick me up.
Right you are.
Something's up.
I can smell it.
ARMFIELD: "By the pricking of my thumbs"? What? "By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes.
" Sorry? The Scottish play.
Intelligence report, sir? Nothing so specific.
My maternal grandmother had the gift.
Each man take a street.
Walk in the light.
Be visible.
You're sending a message.
Darlinghurst is not a lawless town.
Right? Off you go.
Something wicked this way comes.
Evil was already prowling the laneways and backstreets.
Darlinghurst was about to become known as Razorhurst.
('THE FLOWER DUET' FROM 'LAKMÉ' PLAYS ON RADIO) ('FLOWER DUET' FROM LAKMÉ CONTINUES) (GLASS BOTTLE ROLLS NEARBY) (PORTENTOUS MUSIC) (DISTANT BRIGHT MUSIC) Who do you like for premiers? Ulster.
Ulster? Funny.
Spare a bob? Piss off! Hey! Me wallet! George Wallace! G'day, Sid.
Where's the brother? GEORGE: Wasn't with him.
One Kelly 'll have to do.
You want a donnybrook? That's not exactly what we had in mind.
(FOREBODING MUSIC) (SID GROANS) Cut him.
(SCREAMS) (SCREAM ECHOES) Cutting the throat of the toughest man in Sydney was an act of pure terrorism.
Norman Bruhn had staked his claim.
Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine's comfortable world was about to be torn apart.
"Cry havoc.
and let slip the dogs of war.
" (THEME MUSIC) # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
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