Underbelly s04e08 Episode Script
A Big Shivoo
I thought I told you to get out of here.
I'm gonna teach you a lesson.
Go ahead and try! (SHOUTING) Looks like you'll be taking a little holiday.
What does that mean? There's no work for you here, my girl.
Name's Greg.
I know who you are.
You work for Kate Leigh, don't you? I was thinking about starting a new career.
Tim, that's Frank Green, the 'Little Gunman'.
You're a class act.
I'm better than that bitch will ever be.
Too right.
Can only be one queen.
No doubt about it.
Just wait outside.
Your Highness.
My beautiful boy.
(THEME MUSIC) # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (ALL LAUGH) Here we go, fat Sydney rockies.
Doesn't get any fresher than this.
Thanks.
I read a story in the 'Truth' the other day.
Bullshit, Barney, you can't even read.
(ALL LAUGH) Now, they asked Benny Wearing what he wanted to be doing in five years.
You know what he said? Still scoring goals for the Rabbitohs.
How good is that, eh? Yeah.
What do you want to be doing in five years? Me? Yeah.
No idea.
(LAUGHS) Greg? Prime minister, mate, no doubt about it.
MAN: Come on.
Um, seriously, I don't know.
Maybe, um maybe have a family.
Couple of kids.
Bullshit! Aggie? Stranger things have happened.
BARNEY: Yeah, not many.
BRUCE: How about you, Wal? Just like Benny Wearing, mate - still scoring tries for Kate Leigh.
I'm gonna go for a swim.
Who's up for it? The water's freezing.
Your balls will pop out your mouth.
Oh, you big girl.
Bruce? Yeah, righto, I'm up for it.
Ah, stuff it.
(GROWLS) I'll take care of your gear.
No, come on, Wal.
One in, all in.
No, he's a bushie, mate.
Can't swim.
BRUCE: Bullshit! I have never met a bloke who can't swim.
Last one in 's a poofter! (ALL LAUGH) JACQUl: Before this week was out.
one man would be dead.
another wounded and a third would be facing the hangman's noose.
all for the love of a woman.
Alright, careful.
JIM: At least the dunny works.
Isn't it beautiful, eh? Could never have that at Palmer Street.
You don't even play it.
Well, so fucking what? Anyone who's got any class has got their own fucking piano.
WOMAN: Yoo-hoo! Neighbours! Oh! Welcome to Torrington Road.
I'm Gladys Solomon.
This is my daughter, Constance.
Say hello, Constance.
Hello.
And here's a little something.
Oh, thank you, ducks.
How very kind! Well, I'm Matilda and this is my husband, James.
Mmm.
Oh, my, what a lovely pianoforte! Thank you, Gladys.
Constance goes to the Conservatorium of Music.
She's very gifted.
Yeah, I can see she's well endowed with talent.
Sticks out a mile.
You'll have to come over and play for us sometime, Connie, once we're settled in.
Oh, that'd be lovely, wouldn't it, Constance? Oh.
Bless.
(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC) # True.
true love # Ooh.
true love # True.
true love # You like to dance? (CLEARS THROAT) Um yes.
Sorry.
It's alright, sweets.
One cup of sugar.
Here you go.
Ta.
(GROANS) Are you alright? Oh, yeah.
It'll pass.
(SIGHS) Better.
Oh, don't worry, I'm not sick.
I'm just a little bit pregnant.
Oh.
Feels good to say it out loud.
(DOOR CLOSES) What a pair of prize fillies.
What's cooking, good-looking? Horses run around Randwick in the dark, now, do they? Who wants a drink? Connie was just leaving.
Oh, that's a shame.
Thought we could have a party.
Goodnight, Mr Devine, and congratulations.
Oh, thanks, love.
Get 5 quid a night for a girl like that.
Why the congratulations? Having a win on the ponies.
You did, didn't you? Let's have that drink you were talking about.
(DOOR SLAMS) Next time bring me an extra blanket.
It's getting chilly at night.
What have you found out about my future son-in-law? He spends most of his days with Eileen.
They go to the pictures, go for walks.
You know, things that young couples do.
I won't have them fornicating underneath my roof.
You tell her that, tell her you'll break her legs.
Yeah, no worries.
I've already taken care of that.
Good.
You can send Bruce in.
Um, how's the jumper going? Oh, yeah, it's coming along good.
I like the colour.
You reckon it'll suit him? Yeah.
I'll go get him.
Don't take too long.
Morning, sleepyhead.
Come back to bed.
I'd love to, but I can't.
Got to go to work.
Making the world a more dangerous place? Yeah, something like that.
I'll see you this arvo.
See ya.
(SCREAMS) (SINISTER MUSIC) JACQUl: In Greg Gaffney.
Aggie found the love of her life.
Perhaps branding Nellie Cameron with a razor was her way of declaring it.
Whatever her reasons.
it was only ever going to end badly.
Not so tough now, are you, bitch? Please, Aggie! "Please, Aggie" what? I'm gonna cut you so badly.
Don't, Aggie! (LAUGHS) Let's start with your nose.
No! Let's.
(CRIES OUT AND GASPS) Try that again and I will kill you! Blue Bags are gonna thrash the Dirty Reds.
Yeah.
You going to the game? No, mate, no.
Greg, Greg! Aggie needs you.
She's been bashed.
Where? Your place! What happened? Aggie, what happened? Don't look at me.
Who did this? Frank Green.
What, because you left the Devines? I should have been there to look after you.
Oh, it's not your fault.
Look at me.
No, I can't.
I'm hideous.
No, you're not, you're beautiful.
No.
Look at me.
You listen to me.
You listen.
You are still beautiful.
No.
No, you are.
You always will be.
Always.
What are you doing? I'm gonna kill the coot.
Greg.
Be careful.
Don't worry about me.
Get a car, meet me outside.
Yeah, but I Just do it.
What's going on? I'm gonna kill Frank Green.
You're gonna what? I'm serious.
You should see what he did to Aggie.
Is she alright? No.
No, she's not alright.
She's hurt, she's humiliated.
So, you with me or what? No, mate, I'm not.
Look, I'm sorry that she's hurt, but you should go home and look after her, 'cause no-one's killing anyone.
You're weak as piss, Wal.
If it wasn't for Aggie, Tilly Devine would own this bloody place.
Where to? Just drive.
Nah, mate, I prefer a good piece of lumber.
You don't do two years in the Bay for carrying a piece of timber.
And I'm not one for razors, not after Just take it.
Mate.
Now bloody well get this crate moving.
He could be bloody anywhere.
We keep driving till we find him.
SONG: # Hope # You find your way # To heaven # Burn in hell, Green! (SCREAMING) Shit, it's jammed! Barney, where's your gun? The bloody thing's jammed! Barney! The car! Let's go, go! Go! Drive! # I felt # Hell walked out of your front door # More relief # Than you could take # To shoot him was bad enough, but to shoot him and not kill him That's why we've got to finish it.
You just started a bloody war! Their guard will be up, so we've gotta act fast.
We can hit him hard again when he comes out of St Vincent's.
Shit.
This ends when Greg is dead.
(TENSE MUSIC) Alright.
Hard and fast.
Barney? Yeah, I'm in.
That's good, mate.
Go start the car.
Alright.
Let's do this.
Pray to God none of us swing for it.
What's wrong? Don't know.
(GRUNTS) Ow! Shit! Do you know what you're doing, Barney? Yeah, just keep your shirt on.
Quicker to hoof it.
If we do this, we need to be able to get away in a hurry.
What about the boss's car? We're not taking Kate Leigh's car to a shooting.
Use your bonce! Car trouble, Barney? Yeah.
Bloody thing! You know these buggers run better if you put petrol in them.
(TOOL CLATTERS) Barney, are we out of petrol? Yeah, could be.
Barney! Yeah, it's not my fault.
You boys heard? Someone shot Frankie Green.
Yeah, yeah, we heard.
Do you know if he's still at St Vincent's? Nah.
Didn't want to hang around for the coppers.
He's heading out to Maroubra.
Reckons he'll be right with Big Jim Devine.
Does he? Well, I shot the bastard.
Greg.
And I'm gonna finish him and Devine off tonight, so fuck the lot of them! Greg! Hello, operator? Put me through to Big Jim Devine in Maroubra.
Make it snappy! It's John Prendergast.
Mr Devine.
Here, this'll help.
Righto.
No, I won't forget you.
Cheers.
What's up? Who was that? Jim, who was that? Some punk reckons Gaffney and his mates are on their way here.
He's bragging he's gonna do both of us tonight.
Sweet mercy.
Let 'em come.
Where to, gents? You know where the Devines live in Maroubra? Uh, Torrington Road? Yeah.
That's where we're headed.
Tilly's having one of her big shivoos, is she? Yeah, something like that.
TILLY: Come on, Frank.
Quick game's a good game.
(GRUNTS) Sugar.
Oh, look who just got the old maid! Can't we play poker? No! I like old maid.
Nugget, it was your turn.
Gots to love yourself a pair of black queens.
Oh! (LAUGHS) Shh.
(FAINT ENGINE WHINE) Sounds like a car.
GREG: Pull over here.
But the Devine place is a couple along.
Here will do.
Greg.
It steadies my hand.
Alright, gents.
That'll be six bob on the knocker.
Just wait here.
We'll fix you up when we get back in town.
No, six bob, or I'm leaving right now.
Fred! I mean it.
Oh, alright.
Two bob, three, three and six, four and six threepence.
That's all I got.
Switch the lights off.
This might be them now.
Mate.
I got a really bad feeling about this.
You're gutless, Wal.
Mate! Kate won't he happy.
Fuck Kate! This is personal.
I want Frank Green's blood! We'll fix you up, promise.
Famous last words.
GREG: Give me Frank Green and no-one else gets hurt! Reckon that's them.
TILLY: Whole bloody street knows it's them.
GREG: I'm with you, Jim.
You stay here, soldier.
You're wounded.
That I'll handle this.
That's Gaffney.
I said I'll handle it! It's my fight! (GREG SHOUTS) I want Frank Green! Alright, you bastards, I'm coming in! I want Frank Green's blood! Don't come on my property, or I'll shoot! Shoot.
I got plenty of mates with me! I'm telephoning the police.
I warned you! TILLY: Jim! Bugger this for a joke.
Get him, Barney, get him! (SHRIEKS) Come on, then, you bastards! Get out of here! We're not gonna leave you! I'm done for.
Go! (GUNSHOT) Argh! Nugget, come with us! Jim, no! Don't go.
They might be bluffing.
You don't bluff after getting hit by a round from a.
303.
Come on, Nugget.
(GREG GROANS) (COUGHS) G'day, boys.
I'd kill for a drink.
Till, get the brandy! (GASPS AND GROANS) Get it down.
Thanks.
I'll be solid.
Good man.
I'm the Gunman.
Yeah, mate, you are.
Oh, Jesus.
Tell Aggie I love her.
(ENGINE RUMBLES, TYRES SCREECH) MAN: Police! Christ, Wal.
What are we gonna do? Nothing we can do.
(GASPS) I was protecting my wife and property! TILLY: It was self-defence! Don't a man got a right to protect his own home? You gonna let that bastard get away with this? (LAUGHS) JACQUl: Greg Gaffney.
true to his word.
refused to tell the police his name or who gunned him down.
KATE: Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him.
May his soul and the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace.
Amen.
Amen.
Did he get the last rites? A chance to make his peace with God? I don't know.
(MOURNFUL MUSIC) So what the fuck happened? I let him down.
PRIEST: The Lord has chosen to call our brother Gregory from this life to Himself.
We therefore commit his body to the earth, for we are dust, and unto dust we shall return.
But the Lord Jesus Christ What are those mongrels doing here, Wal? Don't know.
They got no right.
SONG: # We all behave # A photo may relay a smile # To a single memory missed The Lord may embrace him and raise up # So rest upon your mother's chest # the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.
Amen.
Thanks be to God.
Thanks be to God.
You're gonna hang for this, you murdering bastard.
My only regret, Tomlinson, is that you're not in that box too.
Jim, we're here to pay our respects.
BARNEY: Not now.
Terribly sorry about the death of your son, Mrs Gaffney.
I pray for him every night.
Lovely.
Come on.
JACQUl: The inquest that followed wasn't convinced by Big Jim Devine's claims of contrition and self-defence either.
He was to stand trial for murder.
He shoots a man in cold blood and they grant him bail? Well, at least it's 400 quid.
I don't care if it's £4,000.
Fuck.
How's Greg's mum bearing up? Not too good.
Parents are never meant to bury their children.
Send her a bunch of flowers and a case of brandy.
Righto.
What else? Eileen's band's been heard in church for the third time.
They set a date? Don't know.
You tell that sneaky little cow to come visit me, or I'll cut her off without a farthing.
You tell her she'll get nothing.
Best be on your way.
See you next time.
My arm's on the mend, just in case you're wondering.
What's the word on the street? Leigh's people tried anything yet? Not yet.
But they will.
They're not gonna take losing one of their own lying down.
An eye for an eye.
Unless we Come on, we're going into town.
Got a haemorrhoid the size of a baby's head.
Gotta ease it out gently.
My hubby, the poet.
Come on.
What's the rush? We're gonna show the world we still rule the roost.
We're gonna crush them on their home turf.
I'll get Frank.
SONG: # Aah-aah-aah # Aah-aah-aah # Tell me.
who's that writing? # Call the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Wrote the book of the seven seals # Now.
God walked out in the cool of the day # Called Adam by his name # And refused to answer # 'Cause he's naked and ashamed # Who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Wrote the book of the seven seals.
# Hey.
Thanks, mister.
Want us to whistle you a tune? I'm a really grouse whistler.
No.
No, thank you.
Very nice, though.
Maybe some other time.
Don't be cross.
You know I'm a big softie.
Your mum wants to see you.
I don't like going out to that place.
It gives me the creeps.
She could be getting out soon.
Another couple of months.
Looks like she'll get out early for good behaviour.
Her? That'll be a first.
So if you don't want all hell to break loose Wal! We're in for a stoush.
Frank Green's recruiting muscle for the Devines.
They're heading to Kellett Street packing shooters and blades.
Get Will Archer, Octopus, Barney, anyone you can find.
Just go, go! They all up for some rough stuff? This lot would slit their mothers' own throats for free grog and snow.
Excellent.
Tomlinson, I reckon the action's gonna be out here tonight.
Reckon you're gonna freeze your arses off.
Bring it on, mate.
I could take you and your mates with one hand tied behind my back.
Who's that one, with the big mouth? Snowy Prendergast.
He's the one who phoned through the tip-off about Gaffney.
Reckons we owe him.
(LAUGHS) Punk.
Want to go eat, love? No.
I want to stay and watch.
I got half a dozen blokes coming from the Arms after the swill.
They got their own blades? Yeah.
Give 'em a tot of rum with a twist when they get here.
Whatever it takes to show those pricks out there we mean business.
Telford reckons the big fella will be good for the Cup.
Phar Lap.
(HOOVES STOMP, HORSE NEIGHS) I'm pregnant.
What? We're gonna have a baby.
Jesus Christ! I think that name's already been taken.
Tomlinson and his crew are coming out.
Old Stiffy and Mo.
You want us to take them on? No.
Wait for my word.
For the change of shift at the cop shop.
Don't want the 'Blizzard' spoiling your fun.
Alright.
(TRAIN TOOTS) How? You're not really asking me how.
It's why you bought the house.
One of the reasons, yeah.
Brothel's no place to raise a bubba.
Are you happy or what? Yeah, yeah, course I am.
It's a bit of a shock, that's all.
Hope I'm around to see the little tacker.
You planning on pissing off? Well, Till, I could swing for murder.
You're not gonna swing.
I won't let them touch a hair on your head.
MAN: Ready? Hey! MAN 2: Ladies.
I'm gonna smash your face in.
(ALL JEER AND SHOUT) AMERICAN MAN: I say, you fellows, will you kindly desist from making a disturbance and clear off? MAN: Shut up! (ALL JEER AND SHOUT) Why don't you go back to the States, you fool! Bastards! (SILENCE) (ALL SHOUT) (TENSE MUSIC) That looks about even steven.
Frank! Frank, come here! The boyfriend.
Give him a new smile.
My pleasure.
(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) Come on! Hold him! (SOLEMN MUSIC) (WHISTLE BLOWS) What happened? (GROANS) I didn't see who did it.
That's all.
Now piss off.
MACKAY: How old is Higgs? He's a good-looking young bloke.
Gets turned into Frankenstein's monster and he still won't say who slashed him.
Doctor stitched up another dozen monkeys from the same stoush.
None of them had anything to say.
Damn the lot of them.
(SOLEMN MUSIC) Someone went round to his digs.
All his stuff's gone.
He's got two brothers.
Bill and Bert.
Bruce, Bill and Bert.
He's probably with one of them.
Yeah, maybe.
He'll be back.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks, Wal.
You can go now.
He left you this.
(SOLEMN MUSIC) BRUCE: Dearest love.
By the time you read this.
I'll be long gone.
Please forgive me for not having the courage to say goodbye to your beautiful face.
I'm not strong enough to bear the look of horror and revulsion you would be unable to hide upon seeing the hideous thing I have become.
I learned so much from you.
my love.
Thank you.
Yours faithfully.
Bruce Higgs.
JACQUl: Bruce Higgs never returned to Razorhurst.
Kate Leigh never saw him again.
But she never forgot her beautiful boy.
(ALL CHEER) After a very short trial.
Big Jim Devine was acquitted of the murder of Greg Gaffney.
on all counts.
Here's to justice being done.
And done like a bloody dinner! (ALL CHEER) And here's to Greg Gaffney, rotting in hell where he belongs.
We're gonna party till we drop! (ALL CHEER) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Bill, Premier's on the phone.
Tell him I'm drunk.
(CHUCKLES) You don't look it.
Give me half an hour.
Listen.
Put him through.
(CLOSES DOOR) (PHONE RINGS) SONG: # She grew up in a nice neighbourhood # But it didn't do her no good # 'Cause she's just a sum of her influence # And I can't tell you the difference # By the cracked windscreen on her car # Something is telling you you don't know how lucky you are # You're just like the rest of those girls # They're all death by diamonds and # Death by diamonds and # Death by diamonds and # Death by diamonds and pearls # Death by diamonds and pearls # You are never, ever going over there again.
Fuck! Tilly! Tilly! Jesus! You're in hospital.
Gave us all a real fright.
The baby? You lost the baby.
We almost lost you.
(CRIES SOFTLY) We'll wait outside.
Ta.
Hey.
Who's the toughest gal in Sydney town, eh? Not here.
I wanted that baby so much.
I know you did.
I know you did, baby.
But did they say that we could try again? They didn't say.
Those girls who just left, they're your babies.
They need you as much as they need any mum.
That's what you're best at.
The best damn madam this town's ever seen.
That'll do me.
What day is it? It's Saturday, love.
Well, you'd better get a move on.
You'll miss the races.
Don't be silly.
Besides, I don't have the tips on the third.
I'll get you a cup of tea.
Amen.
CONGREGATION: Amen.
Dear friends in Christ, you are about to enter into a union that is most sacred.
(BELL RINGS) Where to? You know where.
Albert Reginald Duke, wilt thou take Eileen Leigh, here present, for thy lawful wife according to the rite of Holy Mother the Church? Eileen Leigh, wilt thou take Albert Reginald Duke, here present, for thy lawful husband? I, Albert Reginald Duke I, Eileen Leigh take you Albert Reginald Duke.
for my lawful wife Does this thing go any faster? to have and to hold from this day forward for better for worse for richer, for poorer in sickness and in health until death do us part.
until death do us part.
Amen.
BOTH: Amen.
You're too late, lady.
Wedding's over.
Come on, Katie.
You couldn't have stopped it anyway.
She's legal age.
You got the wrong end of the stick, Wal.
I just wanted to be at my daughter's wedding.
I'm her mum.
(THEME MUSIC) # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
#
I'm gonna teach you a lesson.
Go ahead and try! (SHOUTING) Looks like you'll be taking a little holiday.
What does that mean? There's no work for you here, my girl.
Name's Greg.
I know who you are.
You work for Kate Leigh, don't you? I was thinking about starting a new career.
Tim, that's Frank Green, the 'Little Gunman'.
You're a class act.
I'm better than that bitch will ever be.
Too right.
Can only be one queen.
No doubt about it.
Just wait outside.
Your Highness.
My beautiful boy.
(THEME MUSIC) # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (ALL LAUGH) Here we go, fat Sydney rockies.
Doesn't get any fresher than this.
Thanks.
I read a story in the 'Truth' the other day.
Bullshit, Barney, you can't even read.
(ALL LAUGH) Now, they asked Benny Wearing what he wanted to be doing in five years.
You know what he said? Still scoring goals for the Rabbitohs.
How good is that, eh? Yeah.
What do you want to be doing in five years? Me? Yeah.
No idea.
(LAUGHS) Greg? Prime minister, mate, no doubt about it.
MAN: Come on.
Um, seriously, I don't know.
Maybe, um maybe have a family.
Couple of kids.
Bullshit! Aggie? Stranger things have happened.
BARNEY: Yeah, not many.
BRUCE: How about you, Wal? Just like Benny Wearing, mate - still scoring tries for Kate Leigh.
I'm gonna go for a swim.
Who's up for it? The water's freezing.
Your balls will pop out your mouth.
Oh, you big girl.
Bruce? Yeah, righto, I'm up for it.
Ah, stuff it.
(GROWLS) I'll take care of your gear.
No, come on, Wal.
One in, all in.
No, he's a bushie, mate.
Can't swim.
BRUCE: Bullshit! I have never met a bloke who can't swim.
Last one in 's a poofter! (ALL LAUGH) JACQUl: Before this week was out.
one man would be dead.
another wounded and a third would be facing the hangman's noose.
all for the love of a woman.
Alright, careful.
JIM: At least the dunny works.
Isn't it beautiful, eh? Could never have that at Palmer Street.
You don't even play it.
Well, so fucking what? Anyone who's got any class has got their own fucking piano.
WOMAN: Yoo-hoo! Neighbours! Oh! Welcome to Torrington Road.
I'm Gladys Solomon.
This is my daughter, Constance.
Say hello, Constance.
Hello.
And here's a little something.
Oh, thank you, ducks.
How very kind! Well, I'm Matilda and this is my husband, James.
Mmm.
Oh, my, what a lovely pianoforte! Thank you, Gladys.
Constance goes to the Conservatorium of Music.
She's very gifted.
Yeah, I can see she's well endowed with talent.
Sticks out a mile.
You'll have to come over and play for us sometime, Connie, once we're settled in.
Oh, that'd be lovely, wouldn't it, Constance? Oh.
Bless.
(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC) # True.
true love # Ooh.
true love # True.
true love # You like to dance? (CLEARS THROAT) Um yes.
Sorry.
It's alright, sweets.
One cup of sugar.
Here you go.
Ta.
(GROANS) Are you alright? Oh, yeah.
It'll pass.
(SIGHS) Better.
Oh, don't worry, I'm not sick.
I'm just a little bit pregnant.
Oh.
Feels good to say it out loud.
(DOOR CLOSES) What a pair of prize fillies.
What's cooking, good-looking? Horses run around Randwick in the dark, now, do they? Who wants a drink? Connie was just leaving.
Oh, that's a shame.
Thought we could have a party.
Goodnight, Mr Devine, and congratulations.
Oh, thanks, love.
Get 5 quid a night for a girl like that.
Why the congratulations? Having a win on the ponies.
You did, didn't you? Let's have that drink you were talking about.
(DOOR SLAMS) Next time bring me an extra blanket.
It's getting chilly at night.
What have you found out about my future son-in-law? He spends most of his days with Eileen.
They go to the pictures, go for walks.
You know, things that young couples do.
I won't have them fornicating underneath my roof.
You tell her that, tell her you'll break her legs.
Yeah, no worries.
I've already taken care of that.
Good.
You can send Bruce in.
Um, how's the jumper going? Oh, yeah, it's coming along good.
I like the colour.
You reckon it'll suit him? Yeah.
I'll go get him.
Don't take too long.
Morning, sleepyhead.
Come back to bed.
I'd love to, but I can't.
Got to go to work.
Making the world a more dangerous place? Yeah, something like that.
I'll see you this arvo.
See ya.
(SCREAMS) (SINISTER MUSIC) JACQUl: In Greg Gaffney.
Aggie found the love of her life.
Perhaps branding Nellie Cameron with a razor was her way of declaring it.
Whatever her reasons.
it was only ever going to end badly.
Not so tough now, are you, bitch? Please, Aggie! "Please, Aggie" what? I'm gonna cut you so badly.
Don't, Aggie! (LAUGHS) Let's start with your nose.
No! Let's.
(CRIES OUT AND GASPS) Try that again and I will kill you! Blue Bags are gonna thrash the Dirty Reds.
Yeah.
You going to the game? No, mate, no.
Greg, Greg! Aggie needs you.
She's been bashed.
Where? Your place! What happened? Aggie, what happened? Don't look at me.
Who did this? Frank Green.
What, because you left the Devines? I should have been there to look after you.
Oh, it's not your fault.
Look at me.
No, I can't.
I'm hideous.
No, you're not, you're beautiful.
No.
Look at me.
You listen to me.
You listen.
You are still beautiful.
No.
No, you are.
You always will be.
Always.
What are you doing? I'm gonna kill the coot.
Greg.
Be careful.
Don't worry about me.
Get a car, meet me outside.
Yeah, but I Just do it.
What's going on? I'm gonna kill Frank Green.
You're gonna what? I'm serious.
You should see what he did to Aggie.
Is she alright? No.
No, she's not alright.
She's hurt, she's humiliated.
So, you with me or what? No, mate, I'm not.
Look, I'm sorry that she's hurt, but you should go home and look after her, 'cause no-one's killing anyone.
You're weak as piss, Wal.
If it wasn't for Aggie, Tilly Devine would own this bloody place.
Where to? Just drive.
Nah, mate, I prefer a good piece of lumber.
You don't do two years in the Bay for carrying a piece of timber.
And I'm not one for razors, not after Just take it.
Mate.
Now bloody well get this crate moving.
He could be bloody anywhere.
We keep driving till we find him.
SONG: # Hope # You find your way # To heaven # Burn in hell, Green! (SCREAMING) Shit, it's jammed! Barney, where's your gun? The bloody thing's jammed! Barney! The car! Let's go, go! Go! Drive! # I felt # Hell walked out of your front door # More relief # Than you could take # To shoot him was bad enough, but to shoot him and not kill him That's why we've got to finish it.
You just started a bloody war! Their guard will be up, so we've gotta act fast.
We can hit him hard again when he comes out of St Vincent's.
Shit.
This ends when Greg is dead.
(TENSE MUSIC) Alright.
Hard and fast.
Barney? Yeah, I'm in.
That's good, mate.
Go start the car.
Alright.
Let's do this.
Pray to God none of us swing for it.
What's wrong? Don't know.
(GRUNTS) Ow! Shit! Do you know what you're doing, Barney? Yeah, just keep your shirt on.
Quicker to hoof it.
If we do this, we need to be able to get away in a hurry.
What about the boss's car? We're not taking Kate Leigh's car to a shooting.
Use your bonce! Car trouble, Barney? Yeah.
Bloody thing! You know these buggers run better if you put petrol in them.
(TOOL CLATTERS) Barney, are we out of petrol? Yeah, could be.
Barney! Yeah, it's not my fault.
You boys heard? Someone shot Frankie Green.
Yeah, yeah, we heard.
Do you know if he's still at St Vincent's? Nah.
Didn't want to hang around for the coppers.
He's heading out to Maroubra.
Reckons he'll be right with Big Jim Devine.
Does he? Well, I shot the bastard.
Greg.
And I'm gonna finish him and Devine off tonight, so fuck the lot of them! Greg! Hello, operator? Put me through to Big Jim Devine in Maroubra.
Make it snappy! It's John Prendergast.
Mr Devine.
Here, this'll help.
Righto.
No, I won't forget you.
Cheers.
What's up? Who was that? Jim, who was that? Some punk reckons Gaffney and his mates are on their way here.
He's bragging he's gonna do both of us tonight.
Sweet mercy.
Let 'em come.
Where to, gents? You know where the Devines live in Maroubra? Uh, Torrington Road? Yeah.
That's where we're headed.
Tilly's having one of her big shivoos, is she? Yeah, something like that.
TILLY: Come on, Frank.
Quick game's a good game.
(GRUNTS) Sugar.
Oh, look who just got the old maid! Can't we play poker? No! I like old maid.
Nugget, it was your turn.
Gots to love yourself a pair of black queens.
Oh! (LAUGHS) Shh.
(FAINT ENGINE WHINE) Sounds like a car.
GREG: Pull over here.
But the Devine place is a couple along.
Here will do.
Greg.
It steadies my hand.
Alright, gents.
That'll be six bob on the knocker.
Just wait here.
We'll fix you up when we get back in town.
No, six bob, or I'm leaving right now.
Fred! I mean it.
Oh, alright.
Two bob, three, three and six, four and six threepence.
That's all I got.
Switch the lights off.
This might be them now.
Mate.
I got a really bad feeling about this.
You're gutless, Wal.
Mate! Kate won't he happy.
Fuck Kate! This is personal.
I want Frank Green's blood! We'll fix you up, promise.
Famous last words.
GREG: Give me Frank Green and no-one else gets hurt! Reckon that's them.
TILLY: Whole bloody street knows it's them.
GREG: I'm with you, Jim.
You stay here, soldier.
You're wounded.
That I'll handle this.
That's Gaffney.
I said I'll handle it! It's my fight! (GREG SHOUTS) I want Frank Green! Alright, you bastards, I'm coming in! I want Frank Green's blood! Don't come on my property, or I'll shoot! Shoot.
I got plenty of mates with me! I'm telephoning the police.
I warned you! TILLY: Jim! Bugger this for a joke.
Get him, Barney, get him! (SHRIEKS) Come on, then, you bastards! Get out of here! We're not gonna leave you! I'm done for.
Go! (GUNSHOT) Argh! Nugget, come with us! Jim, no! Don't go.
They might be bluffing.
You don't bluff after getting hit by a round from a.
303.
Come on, Nugget.
(GREG GROANS) (COUGHS) G'day, boys.
I'd kill for a drink.
Till, get the brandy! (GASPS AND GROANS) Get it down.
Thanks.
I'll be solid.
Good man.
I'm the Gunman.
Yeah, mate, you are.
Oh, Jesus.
Tell Aggie I love her.
(ENGINE RUMBLES, TYRES SCREECH) MAN: Police! Christ, Wal.
What are we gonna do? Nothing we can do.
(GASPS) I was protecting my wife and property! TILLY: It was self-defence! Don't a man got a right to protect his own home? You gonna let that bastard get away with this? (LAUGHS) JACQUl: Greg Gaffney.
true to his word.
refused to tell the police his name or who gunned him down.
KATE: Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him.
May his soul and the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace.
Amen.
Amen.
Did he get the last rites? A chance to make his peace with God? I don't know.
(MOURNFUL MUSIC) So what the fuck happened? I let him down.
PRIEST: The Lord has chosen to call our brother Gregory from this life to Himself.
We therefore commit his body to the earth, for we are dust, and unto dust we shall return.
But the Lord Jesus Christ What are those mongrels doing here, Wal? Don't know.
They got no right.
SONG: # We all behave # A photo may relay a smile # To a single memory missed The Lord may embrace him and raise up # So rest upon your mother's chest # the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.
Amen.
Thanks be to God.
Thanks be to God.
You're gonna hang for this, you murdering bastard.
My only regret, Tomlinson, is that you're not in that box too.
Jim, we're here to pay our respects.
BARNEY: Not now.
Terribly sorry about the death of your son, Mrs Gaffney.
I pray for him every night.
Lovely.
Come on.
JACQUl: The inquest that followed wasn't convinced by Big Jim Devine's claims of contrition and self-defence either.
He was to stand trial for murder.
He shoots a man in cold blood and they grant him bail? Well, at least it's 400 quid.
I don't care if it's £4,000.
Fuck.
How's Greg's mum bearing up? Not too good.
Parents are never meant to bury their children.
Send her a bunch of flowers and a case of brandy.
Righto.
What else? Eileen's band's been heard in church for the third time.
They set a date? Don't know.
You tell that sneaky little cow to come visit me, or I'll cut her off without a farthing.
You tell her she'll get nothing.
Best be on your way.
See you next time.
My arm's on the mend, just in case you're wondering.
What's the word on the street? Leigh's people tried anything yet? Not yet.
But they will.
They're not gonna take losing one of their own lying down.
An eye for an eye.
Unless we Come on, we're going into town.
Got a haemorrhoid the size of a baby's head.
Gotta ease it out gently.
My hubby, the poet.
Come on.
What's the rush? We're gonna show the world we still rule the roost.
We're gonna crush them on their home turf.
I'll get Frank.
SONG: # Aah-aah-aah # Aah-aah-aah # Tell me.
who's that writing? # Call the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Wrote the book of the seven seals # Now.
God walked out in the cool of the day # Called Adam by his name # And refused to answer # 'Cause he's naked and ashamed # Who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Tell me.
who's that writing? # John the Revelator # Wrote the book of the seven seals.
# Hey.
Thanks, mister.
Want us to whistle you a tune? I'm a really grouse whistler.
No.
No, thank you.
Very nice, though.
Maybe some other time.
Don't be cross.
You know I'm a big softie.
Your mum wants to see you.
I don't like going out to that place.
It gives me the creeps.
She could be getting out soon.
Another couple of months.
Looks like she'll get out early for good behaviour.
Her? That'll be a first.
So if you don't want all hell to break loose Wal! We're in for a stoush.
Frank Green's recruiting muscle for the Devines.
They're heading to Kellett Street packing shooters and blades.
Get Will Archer, Octopus, Barney, anyone you can find.
Just go, go! They all up for some rough stuff? This lot would slit their mothers' own throats for free grog and snow.
Excellent.
Tomlinson, I reckon the action's gonna be out here tonight.
Reckon you're gonna freeze your arses off.
Bring it on, mate.
I could take you and your mates with one hand tied behind my back.
Who's that one, with the big mouth? Snowy Prendergast.
He's the one who phoned through the tip-off about Gaffney.
Reckons we owe him.
(LAUGHS) Punk.
Want to go eat, love? No.
I want to stay and watch.
I got half a dozen blokes coming from the Arms after the swill.
They got their own blades? Yeah.
Give 'em a tot of rum with a twist when they get here.
Whatever it takes to show those pricks out there we mean business.
Telford reckons the big fella will be good for the Cup.
Phar Lap.
(HOOVES STOMP, HORSE NEIGHS) I'm pregnant.
What? We're gonna have a baby.
Jesus Christ! I think that name's already been taken.
Tomlinson and his crew are coming out.
Old Stiffy and Mo.
You want us to take them on? No.
Wait for my word.
For the change of shift at the cop shop.
Don't want the 'Blizzard' spoiling your fun.
Alright.
(TRAIN TOOTS) How? You're not really asking me how.
It's why you bought the house.
One of the reasons, yeah.
Brothel's no place to raise a bubba.
Are you happy or what? Yeah, yeah, course I am.
It's a bit of a shock, that's all.
Hope I'm around to see the little tacker.
You planning on pissing off? Well, Till, I could swing for murder.
You're not gonna swing.
I won't let them touch a hair on your head.
MAN: Ready? Hey! MAN 2: Ladies.
I'm gonna smash your face in.
(ALL JEER AND SHOUT) AMERICAN MAN: I say, you fellows, will you kindly desist from making a disturbance and clear off? MAN: Shut up! (ALL JEER AND SHOUT) Why don't you go back to the States, you fool! Bastards! (SILENCE) (ALL SHOUT) (TENSE MUSIC) That looks about even steven.
Frank! Frank, come here! The boyfriend.
Give him a new smile.
My pleasure.
(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) Come on! Hold him! (SOLEMN MUSIC) (WHISTLE BLOWS) What happened? (GROANS) I didn't see who did it.
That's all.
Now piss off.
MACKAY: How old is Higgs? He's a good-looking young bloke.
Gets turned into Frankenstein's monster and he still won't say who slashed him.
Doctor stitched up another dozen monkeys from the same stoush.
None of them had anything to say.
Damn the lot of them.
(SOLEMN MUSIC) Someone went round to his digs.
All his stuff's gone.
He's got two brothers.
Bill and Bert.
Bruce, Bill and Bert.
He's probably with one of them.
Yeah, maybe.
He'll be back.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks, Wal.
You can go now.
He left you this.
(SOLEMN MUSIC) BRUCE: Dearest love.
By the time you read this.
I'll be long gone.
Please forgive me for not having the courage to say goodbye to your beautiful face.
I'm not strong enough to bear the look of horror and revulsion you would be unable to hide upon seeing the hideous thing I have become.
I learned so much from you.
my love.
Thank you.
Yours faithfully.
Bruce Higgs.
JACQUl: Bruce Higgs never returned to Razorhurst.
Kate Leigh never saw him again.
But she never forgot her beautiful boy.
(ALL CHEER) After a very short trial.
Big Jim Devine was acquitted of the murder of Greg Gaffney.
on all counts.
Here's to justice being done.
And done like a bloody dinner! (ALL CHEER) And here's to Greg Gaffney, rotting in hell where he belongs.
We're gonna party till we drop! (ALL CHEER) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Bill, Premier's on the phone.
Tell him I'm drunk.
(CHUCKLES) You don't look it.
Give me half an hour.
Listen.
Put him through.
(CLOSES DOOR) (PHONE RINGS) SONG: # She grew up in a nice neighbourhood # But it didn't do her no good # 'Cause she's just a sum of her influence # And I can't tell you the difference # By the cracked windscreen on her car # Something is telling you you don't know how lucky you are # You're just like the rest of those girls # They're all death by diamonds and # Death by diamonds and # Death by diamonds and # Death by diamonds and pearls # Death by diamonds and pearls # You are never, ever going over there again.
Fuck! Tilly! Tilly! Jesus! You're in hospital.
Gave us all a real fright.
The baby? You lost the baby.
We almost lost you.
(CRIES SOFTLY) We'll wait outside.
Ta.
Hey.
Who's the toughest gal in Sydney town, eh? Not here.
I wanted that baby so much.
I know you did.
I know you did, baby.
But did they say that we could try again? They didn't say.
Those girls who just left, they're your babies.
They need you as much as they need any mum.
That's what you're best at.
The best damn madam this town's ever seen.
That'll do me.
What day is it? It's Saturday, love.
Well, you'd better get a move on.
You'll miss the races.
Don't be silly.
Besides, I don't have the tips on the third.
I'll get you a cup of tea.
Amen.
CONGREGATION: Amen.
Dear friends in Christ, you are about to enter into a union that is most sacred.
(BELL RINGS) Where to? You know where.
Albert Reginald Duke, wilt thou take Eileen Leigh, here present, for thy lawful wife according to the rite of Holy Mother the Church? Eileen Leigh, wilt thou take Albert Reginald Duke, here present, for thy lawful husband? I, Albert Reginald Duke I, Eileen Leigh take you Albert Reginald Duke.
for my lawful wife Does this thing go any faster? to have and to hold from this day forward for better for worse for richer, for poorer in sickness and in health until death do us part.
until death do us part.
Amen.
BOTH: Amen.
You're too late, lady.
Wedding's over.
Come on, Katie.
You couldn't have stopped it anyway.
She's legal age.
You got the wrong end of the stick, Wal.
I just wanted to be at my daughter's wedding.
I'm her mum.
(THEME MUSIC) # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
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