Underbelly s04e09 Episode Script
The Crash
Me and Tilly have been needing a gunman.
Now we've got ourselves one.
(SCREAMS) I want Frank Green's blood! Don't come on my property or I'll shoot! Go on, shoot! I've got plenty of mates with me! Your highness! My beautiful boy.
Tilly! Jesus! You lost the baby.
I wanted that baby so much! Thanks, mister! A whirlwind romance, I'm afraid.
It's tradition for you to ask my permission first.
Maybe we would have if you weren't in jail.
You are about to enter into a union that is most sacred.
Where to? You know where.
You're too late, lady.
Wedding's over.
Couldn't have stopped it anyway.
She's legal age.
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.
# SONG: # Run.
rabbit.
run.
rabbit Run.
run.
run # Run.
rabbit.
run.
rabbit Run.
run.
run # Bang.
bang.
bang.
bang Goes the farmer's gun # WOMAN: Three cheers for the happy couple.
Hip hip! GUESTS: Hooray! Hip hip! (SILENCE) # Run.
run.
run.
# Tilly! Just a little something for your big day.
Oh, thank you! (DOOR SLAMS) Sweetheart! Sorry I missed you at the church.
(SIGHS) Congratulations.
Both of you.
Tilly brought me a present.
Mmm, so I see.
(ALL GASP) (GASPS) Oh, it's beautiful! Oh, it's nothing.
I'm sure your mother got you something much more grand.
A house.
(ALL MURMUR) MAN: Whoa-hoa! Really?! Yeah.
Well, a few details to sort out.
But, yeah.
House on the beach.
Four bedrooms.
Four! (LAUGHS) Enough for all my grandkids.
That's what you done, didn't you, Tilly? House big enough for all your kids and grandkids? (SIGHS) That's right.
Did you hear that, Bertie? A house! So generous.
I'm sure your mother will have you moving in tonight.
Like I said - few details to work out.
They'll stay with me for a couple of days.
Cosy.
Well, I won't keep youse.
Thank you for coming.
TILLY: Pleasure, darling.
(DOOR SLAMS) (KNOCK AT DOOR) You don't have to knock.
Uh I, uh, just wanted to thank you for, uh, for being so generous.
The house.
And I know you weren't exactly thrilled about our union, but I wanted to let you know that I'll look after your daughter.
Yeah.
Yeah, I bet you will.
With my money.
Well, that doesn't matter now, because she's my wife whether you like it or not.
Ma! You couldn't be happy for me for one day! Eileen Eileen! What was all that about? £ 100.
What? On the heads of Frank Green and Jim Devine.
Kate That bitch! She killed Greg, she destroyed Bruce and she comes in here, to my joint, on the day of my daughter's wedding, brings a fucking punchbowl! I want £ 100 on their head, Wally.
I want her fucking dead.
You hear me? I don't wanna see those maggots walking this fucking city ever again! I want 'em in the ground! (GUESTS CHATTER) (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS) For each of them? Word on the street.
Take a copper half a year to earn that.
She's serious? Devines think she is.
Word is that they're holed up at Maroubra with a stockpile of weapons.
Oh, Christ almighty.
We could just let 'em sort it out.
And have a bloodbath on our hands? If they all shoot each other Kate's mob's decimated - who's she got left, Wally Tomlinson and Barney Dalton? Maybe let 'em all go down to Maroubra.
Maybe let everyone fire off a few shots.
Anyone that's still alive, we lock 'em up.
We finish this once and for all, Bill.
I won't say I'm not tempted.
The number of men out there that'd eat the concrete footpath for a pound.
For 100, God knows how many are beating a path to Maroubra.
No.
We do this the old-fashioned way.
(JAZZ MUSIC) (PEOPLE SHOUT) Open the door! Sit down! What do you wanna do, come here and get guns? who you're messing with! You better sleep with one eye open, mate! That's a £12.
50 pound fine for each firearm.
It's not even mine.
Belonged to the previous owner of the house.
(SCOFFS) Mate, that's my service rifle.
Brought it back from Flanders.
You can't take that! That's another 12.
50.
Detective Sergeant! Who owns the pistol? OK, it's mine.
I have to keep it, Wickham.
After Gaffney, someone might back up on me any time.
Kate Leigh's got a bounty on his head.
You can't leave us here undefended.
So you go after their mob instead? Don't think so.
Fucking write it down.
Go on, another 12.
50.
And on your heads if they come and murder us in our beds.
Nuh, no fine.
What time is it, Syd? I reckon it's about midnight.
Midnight? The sun's fucking shining in the window, you gormless nong! (TWO GUNSHOTS) Jim Devine, you're under arrest for discharging an unlicensed pistol between the hours of It's licensed! (RUMMAGES) (JIM CHUCKLES) My husband bought that gun the day we landed in this godforsaken dump in 1920.
So you leave him and it and fuck off out of my house.
What's the total? £50.
By the end of the day.
Hooroo.
(SIGHS) She'll pay for this.
Kate Leigh and her STUPID FUCKING BOUNTY! I'll show her.
We get in first.
You get her men before they can get you.
(PANTING) (BOTH MOAN) Where are you going? Work.
Gotta see a man about blowing his head off.
And I suggest you get that cute little tail out on the street and wag it around.
I think I wanna go dancing.
Sweetheart, we need the dough.
Well, I could stab you with a knitting needle, and Kate Leigh'd give me £100.
(CHUCKLES) Lucky for me you're not a knitter.
There's no customers anyway.
It's these times - fewer people can afford me.
Well, lower your price.
(LAUGHS) What?! We need the money.
That fur ain't exactly cheap, and rent on this place is a quid a week.
I make over a quid a day.
Only if you can get customers.
Isn't Tilly paying you? If Kate Leigh will pay Wally and Barney that much to get you and Jim surely you can make Tilly match it.
You shoot them you get £ 100.
Stocks are down.
We need more men.
Should be able to get them cheap.
Kate, relax.
We're in trouble, Wal.
Yeah, we're gonna be in more if we start firing off at Tilly's boys.
If I don't do something about that bitch now, I'm finished.
Kate, just Just look You know I'd do anything for you, right? But I gotta know where we're at.
You've gotta know how I feel about you.
I need to know if you feel the same way.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) Eileen! You get Barney and you find Frank and Jim and you finish this once and for all, alright? Where you been? With my husband.
Eileen I only want you to be happy.
I am happy, Mum.
Then I'm happy for you.
What's done is done.
Don't go.
We're staying in a hotel until our house in Clovelly's ready.
Please stay.
This house is your house.
And Albert's.
Yeah.
And Albert's.
She's sorry.
She really is.
It's just her way.
I'm having a baby, Bertie.
Is it mine? Of course! Does your mother know? Nuh.
It's between you and me.
Ain't love grand? Love's for the weak.
JACQUI JAMES: In Sydney in 1929.
Kate Leigh wasn't the only one with problems.
The '20s had stopped roaring.
The stockmarket had crashed and unemployment was starting to skyrocket.
And Kate's war with Tilly Devine - that was about to go up a notch.
I hear Frank Green's shitting himself that you blokes are coming after him.
He better be wearing his brown union suit, then, eh? (LAUGHS) So I was thinking, there's no money in going after them down there.
Not after last time.
Bloody Big Jim and his .
303, he'll pick us off like he did you and Gaffers.
So we wait for them to come to town.
Are we really gonna do this? Yeah! For Gaffney, mate.
Hang the hundred quid.
(SIGHS) When was the last time you saw a tree? What? A really big tree - yellow gum, river gum.
Giant.
You know, bigger than a building.
Round here, it's just bricks and concrete.
Have you gone mental? No, no.
Have you been reading the papers? There is a shitstorm coming, and it's this country that's gonna be rooted.
It's the working man who's gonna pay.
And knocking two blokes is gonna help out how exactly? £100 each! That's a motorbike, Wal! That is an Indian Scout! What? That's a bike! Yeah! That's a couple of acres.
You could knock up a house.
You you are an idiot.
(DOOR OPENS) Jesus! Whisky.
Best you got.
What are we doing? Cops took our guns.
What are we gonna do, hack 'em to death with beer coasters? I'm the gunman.
I'm the gunman.
Down the tunnels, you could hear the Hun coming.
Tap-tap, tap-tap.
And if you moved a muscle, they'd blow your bloody brains out.
Ah, here he is! The Little Gunman himself.
What's the ruckus? Tomlinson and Dalton are at the pub round the corner.
Good for them.
This is our chance, Jim.
We hit 'em now.
Why didn't you, then? No gun! (CHUCKLES) How many bullets you got? Seven in the chamber.
We might need 'em.
Archer's there.
Tom Kelly too.
I don't know which way he'll go if it comes to it.
Whoa, whoa, and leave me with nothing? I'm the one they're after.
I'm the one who shot Gaffney.
OK.
The 6 o'clock close - we get 'em coming out.
Sitting ducks.
Yeah? Yeah, alright.
Alright.
Hold this.
Back in a jiffy, boys.
Yeah, give me that.
You sure you're alright? Don't worry about me, mate.
I've been on ops before.
Gaffney? Belgium.
Winter of 1916.
Only wish you were with me then.
Time, please! Time to leave these mugs.
FRANK: They've called close.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(MOANS) So, what's the plan? I take one, you take the other? Mate, we've only got one gun.
Right.
(SIGHS) Right, that's OK.
Here, give it to me.
I'll do it.
I'll do it.
I'm fine.
Yeah? Alright.
Quick, they're coming out.
Go, go! BIG JIM: Hey! Jim mate.
Jim, do it! Hurry up! FRANK: Do it! Mate Jesus.
Jim! Frank Cop this, you bastards.
(MOANS) Cop this too.
Jim! Jim? Get back! Jesus! Wal, buddy! Wal, can you hear me? Bring my car round! Wally! Barney! Barney, can you hear me? MAN: I need to speak to someone.
I wanna know what happened.
Well, you can't speak to this one.
He's dead.
And if you don't get out of my way, this one'll be following him! If I can't find out who did this, we're gonna have a war on our hands, and you'll be operating all day.
Now, I'll let you do your job.
Let me do mine.
Mr Tomlinson, who did this? (MOANS) Who shot you? Barney! Who shot you, Wally? Am I gonna die? Yes.
Yes, you bloody are.
Someone gunned your mate down in cold blood.
Who did it, Wal? Outside the pub.
You had no weapons.
What kind of low mongrel would do a thing like that, huh? Who was it, Wal? (RASPS) Green.
Frank Green! And Jim Devine! (MOURNFUL MUSIC) (KATE PRAYS IN LATIN) SONG: # This endless ride # Has got me.
I know # I've been holding on by a thread # Falling towards the end # (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS PASS) Kids? Yeah, probably.
(CORK POPS) (GIGGLES) To Wally Tomlinson and Barney Dalton - long may they burn in hell, eh? no-one's done that before.
Oh, they'll be talking about it for years.
Take that, Kate Leigh! (LAUGHS) (KNOCK AT DOOR) FRANK: Let me in! It's me! Who is it? Frank! Let me in! Have the cops been? No, why would they? Go on, relax.
Have a drink.
Dalton's dead.
Word is Tomlinson's not gonna make it.
I'll probably be needing to lay low for a while.
(PANTS) I'll be needing something to see me through.
Course.
No amount too great for the bloke who helped my husband dispose of Kate fucking Leigh's right-hand men! Helped? Frank fired the fatal shot, Till.
You could probably stump up a bit more.
Christ, you'll have me out of business! Kate Leigh's offering 100.
That stingy bitch would never have paid.
She's all piss and wind.
Good job, son.
You got 'em! Let's forget this bubbly shit and have a real drink.
Why didn't you shoot them? (CHUCKLES) You're the gunman.
I was just there to back you up.
It's what mates do.
Cheers.
(PHONE RINGS) House of fun.
Right.
Right.
Tomlinson's alive.
He named you.
What, Frank? The both of you.
You got rid of the gun, didn't you, mate? Yeah, of course.
Haven't seen a gun, have ya? As it happens It was tossed into a yard Bloke thought it was a toy.
Are we sure it's the right one? Six bullets missing.
Two in Dalton, two in Tomlinson, one in some bloke's hand and one in the pub wall.
Besides, the serial number matches a revolver we logged at the Devines' in a raid after the Gaffney shooting.
Why wasn't it confiscated then? Prick had a licence for it.
Besides, what kind of idiot uses a revolver logged as theirs? These idiots! Where's Devine and Green now? By the time we got to Maroubra, they'd gone into smoke.
We must find them immediately! Gaffney, now Dalton.
We can't have people gunned down in the street.
The Premier is spitting chips.
They can't hide forever.
Put everyone you've got on them.
Get a watch at Central and roadblocks on the main roads.
Still got people at Maroubra? Keep a tail on Tilly Devine.
She might lead us to Big Jim.
One on Green's wife as well.
What about Nellie Cameron? What about her? Green's more likely to go to his moll than his wife.
Then stick a tail on her too.
We must get these pricks! WOMAN: I don't know where he is.
He went out yesterday.
I haven't seen him since.
You know why we wanna speak to him.
You're always after him for something.
Persecuting him.
A husband a father.
A murderer.
(WHISPERS) Liar! Mum? Get out! How dare you come to my house, saying these things! Your husband shot three men outside the Tradesman's Arms last night.
One is dead, one is fighting for his life.
Must've had his reasons.
Self-defence.
Your husband works for Tilly Devine, Mrs Green.
He's a gangster.
He sells cocaine, he peddles prostitutes for Tilly.
No.
He consorts with one of those prostitutes.
Nellie Cameron.
I'm sure you've heard of her.
It's Nellie he takes to the pictures escorts to the clubs buys jewellery for.
That fur coat.
Your husband bought that for Nellie.
£20.
(WHISPERS) 20 £20.
And he kills people to get that money.
All I know is my husband provides for me and my children.
So, why are you still working in the custard factory? Why don't you ask Nellie Cameron? If she knows so much about him why don't you ask that whore? Green's not at Nellie's place.
Maybe she's going to him now.
She's going back home.
So much for that.
Wait here a moment.
Excuse me Madam The lady who was just in here, the pretty one.
All my customers are pretty! Nellie Cameron.
Nellie She's in here twice a week.
Do I have to take you down to the station to jog your memory? Oh, Nellie! Yeah, yeah.
What about her? What'd she buy? Same as every Friday - T-bone.
Twice as much, though.
Little thing like that.
It's enough to feed her for a week! Don't know where she puts it! She's taking the steak to Frank, I'm sure of it.
Huh? The steak - she's taking it to Frank.
There.
Railway station.
We're gonna need back-up.
Good tucker, Nell.
Not much of a cook.
You don't have to be.
(MOANS) You are a wanted man, Frankie! A man on the run! Just you and me, babe.
(LAUGHS) Just you and me.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) Who is it? Police! Open the door, Frank, or we'll force it.
LILLIAN: Nellie Cameron, we know you're in there.
Alright, alright.
We've no guns.
POLICE: Open up! Alright, I'm opening the door.
There's no need to (SHRIEKS) How was the T-bone, Frank? Pretty bloody nice.
Frankie.
Frankie! Never been to Melbourne before.
We should take a show in.
There's a band touring from Cuba.
Jazz.
Why not? This might work out quite well - a little break from Sydney.
(LAUGHS) Break from the wife.
"Tilly Devine, a clam so fine.
"But I'd rather run a mile than make her mine.
" Ah! (CHUCKLES) Jesus, Jim! It was just a joke! That's my wife you're mouthing off about.
Watch your bloody tongue.
Christ! Big Jim Devine.
JIM: Are you looking for someone? You, as a matter of fact.
Me? Out.
Frank Green's been arrested and charged with murder.
Now it's your turn.
Christ, that's stiff, Wickham.
You want stiff? You talk to Barney Dalton.
(PEOPLE SING) # Will ye go, laddie, go # And we'll all go together # To the wild mountain thyme # All around the blooming heather # Will ye go # KATE: I'm so sorry.
Barney was a fine young man.
He was a credit to you.
(WEEPS) # And we'll all go together # He'd still be alive if he stuck to footy.
This business.
It took his leg, now his life.
Are you saying it's my fault? That I killed him? I'm just saying, is all.
(WOMAN SINGS) # Oh, I wish I was about 20 stone # And only 7 feet tall # I'd go back to western Queensland and beat up Sergeant Small # I was about 20 stone and only 7 feet tall # I'd go back # Eileen? # And beat up Sergeant Small # What's going on in there? Just a minute.
Open up! (CONTINUES KNOCKING) Just a minute.
I said open up! Well, Eddie, enough smoko.
Come on, let's get this wood in.
Good lad.
You leave it, Eddie.
You go inside, alright, and you wait for me.
There's a boy.
What the hell do you think you're doing? Mum? Nothing.
Albert? Go inside, Eileen.
Albert and I are discussing something.
You wanna talk to Albert, you talk to me too.
Fine.
Actually, Eileen, love, it's fine.
We're just having a quick chat.
Be right up.
Promise.
Start packing.
What? You're not gonna sleep another night with my daughter.
I make your daughter happy.
When was the last time you said anything nice to your daughter? Every time you open your mouth, it's "Too fat, too slow, too" I'm good for your daughter.
I love her and she loves me.
And what else do you 'love'? This has got nothing to do with Eileen.
You're not staying another night in this house.
We're married.
You can't make me leave.
No, I can't.
But every day you stay, you better check every pocket, you better check every room, every bag that you carry.
Cocaine possession.
Cops find cocaine on you, it's straight to Long Bay.
Yeah? So it's the ship or the Bay.
It's your choice, you sick bastard.
Excellent! Frank Green and Jim Devine.
Well done, gentlemen.
Got 'em this time, eh? What? We may have a small problem with the witnesses.
There were half a dozen interviewed on the night, straight after the shooting.
Publican heard the shots.
Now says he thinks it was a car backfiring.
Connors.
Charles Connors.
Says he was in the urinal at the time of the shooting.
William Archer? Don't tell me.
He was in a urinal too.
Admits he was with Tom Kelly, but left before the shooting occurred and didn't hear about it till later.
What about the bloke got shot in the hand? He was right in the middle of it.
He must've seen who shot him.
Edward Brady.
Says he was too drunk to remember anything.
So what've we got? Wally Tomlinson's dying deposition.
A man in pain, on death's door, names another, known to be his enemy, as his shooter.
Can't wait to see what Devine and Green's defence does with that.
Where's Tomlinson now? He's in the hospital.
Alright, we'll get a coroner down there.
Put Frank Green and Jim Devine in front of Tomlinson and get another deposition, right? On paper, witnessed.
Go! Woman asking for you.
Kate Leigh.
Kate.
Just go and sit over there, alright? Good boy.
I need a favour.
Kid.
I need you to find a place for him.
Who is he? That doesn't matter.
But he ain't safe on the street.
There's hundreds of kids on the street.
This one's different.
Kate! What happened to him? All you need to know is I've taken care of the bloke who fiddled with him.
You take care of the boy.
Wally.
They wouldn't let me in before.
How you feeling? We gave Barney a good send-off.
I'm so sorry.
(RASPS) It's just a scratch.
Nah, it's more than that.
Bringing the suspects in now.
You have to leave.
Suspects? For what? Special coronial hearing so your mate here can officially identify his attackers.
KATE: Name them again? So we can lock 'em up once and for all.
So they can come and finish him off, you mean.
You go easy on him.
He nearly died, he did.
Probably doesn't remember what he said on the night.
Now, you look after yourself, Wal.
You do what's right for you.
Mrs Leigh Don't Alright, bring them in.
Do you recognise this man? I know him as Jim Devine.
Did you see him outside the Tradesman's Arms on the night that you were shot and Barney Dalton was killed? You'll need to speak up for the record.
No, he wasn't there.
You told me that you saw Officer! Do you recognise this man? Yes.
Frank Green.
Did you see him outside the Tradesman's Arms on the night that you were shot and Barney Dalton was killed? Yeah.
He shot Barney and he shot me.
You piece of shit, Tomlinson! You're a filthy beast! You're a dog! You filthy coward! You're a dog, Tomlinson! You hear me? A dog! You're a dog, Tomlinson! A dog! He talked? JACQUI JAMES: Wally Tomlinson had broken the cardinal rule of the underworld.
He'd broken the code of silence.
He'd named names.
You're young to be arrested.
Young enough to do the crime, young enough to do the time.
What crime's that? I don't know.
You wanna see something? You find it, you can have it.
That's easy.
Where'd it go? You can have it anyway.
I won't be showing you how to pick a lock! LILLIAN: Good news, Eddie.
I've got a place for you.
It's an orphanage.
They've managed to squeeze you in.
You'll go to school, have friends your own age.
It's better than people say.
Can I still visit Mrs Leigh? Probably best you don't, son.
Come on.
We can go now.
Oh! Your bag.
(LILLIAN CHUCKLES) Bright kid.
After what he's been through! He'll be right.
Probably end up prime minister.
(CHUCKLES) Albert's gone.
His clothes are gone.
What have you done? He wasn't right for you, Eileen.
Was there ever a house? Where is he? Where is he? EILEEN: Albert! Albert! Thank God I found you! Eileen Don't go! Whatever she said, it doesn't matter.
We can go anywhere.
What about the baby? You're better off without me.
I'll come with you.
It's not your mother.
It's It's me.
You know the awful thing? I do like you.
I don't even know what that means.
Albert, what does that Albert, what does that mean? Albert! (WHISPERS) Hello, doggie.
What are you doing? Leaving.
You're not leaving with him, are you? No, his boat sailed.
I'm leaving you, Ma.
By the way I'm pregnant.
Wait! (SIGHS) I I can take care of you.
Both of you.
You'll have everything you need.
I don't want anything from you.
Ever again.
(THEME MUSIC) # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
#
Now we've got ourselves one.
(SCREAMS) I want Frank Green's blood! Don't come on my property or I'll shoot! Go on, shoot! I've got plenty of mates with me! Your highness! My beautiful boy.
Tilly! Jesus! You lost the baby.
I wanted that baby so much! Thanks, mister! A whirlwind romance, I'm afraid.
It's tradition for you to ask my permission first.
Maybe we would have if you weren't in jail.
You are about to enter into a union that is most sacred.
Where to? You know where.
You're too late, lady.
Wedding's over.
Couldn't have stopped it anyway.
She's legal age.
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.
# SONG: # Run.
rabbit.
run.
rabbit Run.
run.
run # Run.
rabbit.
run.
rabbit Run.
run.
run # Bang.
bang.
bang.
bang Goes the farmer's gun # WOMAN: Three cheers for the happy couple.
Hip hip! GUESTS: Hooray! Hip hip! (SILENCE) # Run.
run.
run.
# Tilly! Just a little something for your big day.
Oh, thank you! (DOOR SLAMS) Sweetheart! Sorry I missed you at the church.
(SIGHS) Congratulations.
Both of you.
Tilly brought me a present.
Mmm, so I see.
(ALL GASP) (GASPS) Oh, it's beautiful! Oh, it's nothing.
I'm sure your mother got you something much more grand.
A house.
(ALL MURMUR) MAN: Whoa-hoa! Really?! Yeah.
Well, a few details to sort out.
But, yeah.
House on the beach.
Four bedrooms.
Four! (LAUGHS) Enough for all my grandkids.
That's what you done, didn't you, Tilly? House big enough for all your kids and grandkids? (SIGHS) That's right.
Did you hear that, Bertie? A house! So generous.
I'm sure your mother will have you moving in tonight.
Like I said - few details to work out.
They'll stay with me for a couple of days.
Cosy.
Well, I won't keep youse.
Thank you for coming.
TILLY: Pleasure, darling.
(DOOR SLAMS) (KNOCK AT DOOR) You don't have to knock.
Uh I, uh, just wanted to thank you for, uh, for being so generous.
The house.
And I know you weren't exactly thrilled about our union, but I wanted to let you know that I'll look after your daughter.
Yeah.
Yeah, I bet you will.
With my money.
Well, that doesn't matter now, because she's my wife whether you like it or not.
Ma! You couldn't be happy for me for one day! Eileen Eileen! What was all that about? £ 100.
What? On the heads of Frank Green and Jim Devine.
Kate That bitch! She killed Greg, she destroyed Bruce and she comes in here, to my joint, on the day of my daughter's wedding, brings a fucking punchbowl! I want £ 100 on their head, Wally.
I want her fucking dead.
You hear me? I don't wanna see those maggots walking this fucking city ever again! I want 'em in the ground! (GUESTS CHATTER) (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS) For each of them? Word on the street.
Take a copper half a year to earn that.
She's serious? Devines think she is.
Word is that they're holed up at Maroubra with a stockpile of weapons.
Oh, Christ almighty.
We could just let 'em sort it out.
And have a bloodbath on our hands? If they all shoot each other Kate's mob's decimated - who's she got left, Wally Tomlinson and Barney Dalton? Maybe let 'em all go down to Maroubra.
Maybe let everyone fire off a few shots.
Anyone that's still alive, we lock 'em up.
We finish this once and for all, Bill.
I won't say I'm not tempted.
The number of men out there that'd eat the concrete footpath for a pound.
For 100, God knows how many are beating a path to Maroubra.
No.
We do this the old-fashioned way.
(JAZZ MUSIC) (PEOPLE SHOUT) Open the door! Sit down! What do you wanna do, come here and get guns? who you're messing with! You better sleep with one eye open, mate! That's a £12.
50 pound fine for each firearm.
It's not even mine.
Belonged to the previous owner of the house.
(SCOFFS) Mate, that's my service rifle.
Brought it back from Flanders.
You can't take that! That's another 12.
50.
Detective Sergeant! Who owns the pistol? OK, it's mine.
I have to keep it, Wickham.
After Gaffney, someone might back up on me any time.
Kate Leigh's got a bounty on his head.
You can't leave us here undefended.
So you go after their mob instead? Don't think so.
Fucking write it down.
Go on, another 12.
50.
And on your heads if they come and murder us in our beds.
Nuh, no fine.
What time is it, Syd? I reckon it's about midnight.
Midnight? The sun's fucking shining in the window, you gormless nong! (TWO GUNSHOTS) Jim Devine, you're under arrest for discharging an unlicensed pistol between the hours of It's licensed! (RUMMAGES) (JIM CHUCKLES) My husband bought that gun the day we landed in this godforsaken dump in 1920.
So you leave him and it and fuck off out of my house.
What's the total? £50.
By the end of the day.
Hooroo.
(SIGHS) She'll pay for this.
Kate Leigh and her STUPID FUCKING BOUNTY! I'll show her.
We get in first.
You get her men before they can get you.
(PANTING) (BOTH MOAN) Where are you going? Work.
Gotta see a man about blowing his head off.
And I suggest you get that cute little tail out on the street and wag it around.
I think I wanna go dancing.
Sweetheart, we need the dough.
Well, I could stab you with a knitting needle, and Kate Leigh'd give me £100.
(CHUCKLES) Lucky for me you're not a knitter.
There's no customers anyway.
It's these times - fewer people can afford me.
Well, lower your price.
(LAUGHS) What?! We need the money.
That fur ain't exactly cheap, and rent on this place is a quid a week.
I make over a quid a day.
Only if you can get customers.
Isn't Tilly paying you? If Kate Leigh will pay Wally and Barney that much to get you and Jim surely you can make Tilly match it.
You shoot them you get £ 100.
Stocks are down.
We need more men.
Should be able to get them cheap.
Kate, relax.
We're in trouble, Wal.
Yeah, we're gonna be in more if we start firing off at Tilly's boys.
If I don't do something about that bitch now, I'm finished.
Kate, just Just look You know I'd do anything for you, right? But I gotta know where we're at.
You've gotta know how I feel about you.
I need to know if you feel the same way.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) Eileen! You get Barney and you find Frank and Jim and you finish this once and for all, alright? Where you been? With my husband.
Eileen I only want you to be happy.
I am happy, Mum.
Then I'm happy for you.
What's done is done.
Don't go.
We're staying in a hotel until our house in Clovelly's ready.
Please stay.
This house is your house.
And Albert's.
Yeah.
And Albert's.
She's sorry.
She really is.
It's just her way.
I'm having a baby, Bertie.
Is it mine? Of course! Does your mother know? Nuh.
It's between you and me.
Ain't love grand? Love's for the weak.
JACQUI JAMES: In Sydney in 1929.
Kate Leigh wasn't the only one with problems.
The '20s had stopped roaring.
The stockmarket had crashed and unemployment was starting to skyrocket.
And Kate's war with Tilly Devine - that was about to go up a notch.
I hear Frank Green's shitting himself that you blokes are coming after him.
He better be wearing his brown union suit, then, eh? (LAUGHS) So I was thinking, there's no money in going after them down there.
Not after last time.
Bloody Big Jim and his .
303, he'll pick us off like he did you and Gaffers.
So we wait for them to come to town.
Are we really gonna do this? Yeah! For Gaffney, mate.
Hang the hundred quid.
(SIGHS) When was the last time you saw a tree? What? A really big tree - yellow gum, river gum.
Giant.
You know, bigger than a building.
Round here, it's just bricks and concrete.
Have you gone mental? No, no.
Have you been reading the papers? There is a shitstorm coming, and it's this country that's gonna be rooted.
It's the working man who's gonna pay.
And knocking two blokes is gonna help out how exactly? £100 each! That's a motorbike, Wal! That is an Indian Scout! What? That's a bike! Yeah! That's a couple of acres.
You could knock up a house.
You you are an idiot.
(DOOR OPENS) Jesus! Whisky.
Best you got.
What are we doing? Cops took our guns.
What are we gonna do, hack 'em to death with beer coasters? I'm the gunman.
I'm the gunman.
Down the tunnels, you could hear the Hun coming.
Tap-tap, tap-tap.
And if you moved a muscle, they'd blow your bloody brains out.
Ah, here he is! The Little Gunman himself.
What's the ruckus? Tomlinson and Dalton are at the pub round the corner.
Good for them.
This is our chance, Jim.
We hit 'em now.
Why didn't you, then? No gun! (CHUCKLES) How many bullets you got? Seven in the chamber.
We might need 'em.
Archer's there.
Tom Kelly too.
I don't know which way he'll go if it comes to it.
Whoa, whoa, and leave me with nothing? I'm the one they're after.
I'm the one who shot Gaffney.
OK.
The 6 o'clock close - we get 'em coming out.
Sitting ducks.
Yeah? Yeah, alright.
Alright.
Hold this.
Back in a jiffy, boys.
Yeah, give me that.
You sure you're alright? Don't worry about me, mate.
I've been on ops before.
Gaffney? Belgium.
Winter of 1916.
Only wish you were with me then.
Time, please! Time to leave these mugs.
FRANK: They've called close.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(MOANS) So, what's the plan? I take one, you take the other? Mate, we've only got one gun.
Right.
(SIGHS) Right, that's OK.
Here, give it to me.
I'll do it.
I'll do it.
I'm fine.
Yeah? Alright.
Quick, they're coming out.
Go, go! BIG JIM: Hey! Jim mate.
Jim, do it! Hurry up! FRANK: Do it! Mate Jesus.
Jim! Frank Cop this, you bastards.
(MOANS) Cop this too.
Jim! Jim? Get back! Jesus! Wal, buddy! Wal, can you hear me? Bring my car round! Wally! Barney! Barney, can you hear me? MAN: I need to speak to someone.
I wanna know what happened.
Well, you can't speak to this one.
He's dead.
And if you don't get out of my way, this one'll be following him! If I can't find out who did this, we're gonna have a war on our hands, and you'll be operating all day.
Now, I'll let you do your job.
Let me do mine.
Mr Tomlinson, who did this? (MOANS) Who shot you? Barney! Who shot you, Wally? Am I gonna die? Yes.
Yes, you bloody are.
Someone gunned your mate down in cold blood.
Who did it, Wal? Outside the pub.
You had no weapons.
What kind of low mongrel would do a thing like that, huh? Who was it, Wal? (RASPS) Green.
Frank Green! And Jim Devine! (MOURNFUL MUSIC) (KATE PRAYS IN LATIN) SONG: # This endless ride # Has got me.
I know # I've been holding on by a thread # Falling towards the end # (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS PASS) Kids? Yeah, probably.
(CORK POPS) (GIGGLES) To Wally Tomlinson and Barney Dalton - long may they burn in hell, eh? no-one's done that before.
Oh, they'll be talking about it for years.
Take that, Kate Leigh! (LAUGHS) (KNOCK AT DOOR) FRANK: Let me in! It's me! Who is it? Frank! Let me in! Have the cops been? No, why would they? Go on, relax.
Have a drink.
Dalton's dead.
Word is Tomlinson's not gonna make it.
I'll probably be needing to lay low for a while.
(PANTS) I'll be needing something to see me through.
Course.
No amount too great for the bloke who helped my husband dispose of Kate fucking Leigh's right-hand men! Helped? Frank fired the fatal shot, Till.
You could probably stump up a bit more.
Christ, you'll have me out of business! Kate Leigh's offering 100.
That stingy bitch would never have paid.
She's all piss and wind.
Good job, son.
You got 'em! Let's forget this bubbly shit and have a real drink.
Why didn't you shoot them? (CHUCKLES) You're the gunman.
I was just there to back you up.
It's what mates do.
Cheers.
(PHONE RINGS) House of fun.
Right.
Right.
Tomlinson's alive.
He named you.
What, Frank? The both of you.
You got rid of the gun, didn't you, mate? Yeah, of course.
Haven't seen a gun, have ya? As it happens It was tossed into a yard Bloke thought it was a toy.
Are we sure it's the right one? Six bullets missing.
Two in Dalton, two in Tomlinson, one in some bloke's hand and one in the pub wall.
Besides, the serial number matches a revolver we logged at the Devines' in a raid after the Gaffney shooting.
Why wasn't it confiscated then? Prick had a licence for it.
Besides, what kind of idiot uses a revolver logged as theirs? These idiots! Where's Devine and Green now? By the time we got to Maroubra, they'd gone into smoke.
We must find them immediately! Gaffney, now Dalton.
We can't have people gunned down in the street.
The Premier is spitting chips.
They can't hide forever.
Put everyone you've got on them.
Get a watch at Central and roadblocks on the main roads.
Still got people at Maroubra? Keep a tail on Tilly Devine.
She might lead us to Big Jim.
One on Green's wife as well.
What about Nellie Cameron? What about her? Green's more likely to go to his moll than his wife.
Then stick a tail on her too.
We must get these pricks! WOMAN: I don't know where he is.
He went out yesterday.
I haven't seen him since.
You know why we wanna speak to him.
You're always after him for something.
Persecuting him.
A husband a father.
A murderer.
(WHISPERS) Liar! Mum? Get out! How dare you come to my house, saying these things! Your husband shot three men outside the Tradesman's Arms last night.
One is dead, one is fighting for his life.
Must've had his reasons.
Self-defence.
Your husband works for Tilly Devine, Mrs Green.
He's a gangster.
He sells cocaine, he peddles prostitutes for Tilly.
No.
He consorts with one of those prostitutes.
Nellie Cameron.
I'm sure you've heard of her.
It's Nellie he takes to the pictures escorts to the clubs buys jewellery for.
That fur coat.
Your husband bought that for Nellie.
£20.
(WHISPERS) 20 £20.
And he kills people to get that money.
All I know is my husband provides for me and my children.
So, why are you still working in the custard factory? Why don't you ask Nellie Cameron? If she knows so much about him why don't you ask that whore? Green's not at Nellie's place.
Maybe she's going to him now.
She's going back home.
So much for that.
Wait here a moment.
Excuse me Madam The lady who was just in here, the pretty one.
All my customers are pretty! Nellie Cameron.
Nellie She's in here twice a week.
Do I have to take you down to the station to jog your memory? Oh, Nellie! Yeah, yeah.
What about her? What'd she buy? Same as every Friday - T-bone.
Twice as much, though.
Little thing like that.
It's enough to feed her for a week! Don't know where she puts it! She's taking the steak to Frank, I'm sure of it.
Huh? The steak - she's taking it to Frank.
There.
Railway station.
We're gonna need back-up.
Good tucker, Nell.
Not much of a cook.
You don't have to be.
(MOANS) You are a wanted man, Frankie! A man on the run! Just you and me, babe.
(LAUGHS) Just you and me.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) Who is it? Police! Open the door, Frank, or we'll force it.
LILLIAN: Nellie Cameron, we know you're in there.
Alright, alright.
We've no guns.
POLICE: Open up! Alright, I'm opening the door.
There's no need to (SHRIEKS) How was the T-bone, Frank? Pretty bloody nice.
Frankie.
Frankie! Never been to Melbourne before.
We should take a show in.
There's a band touring from Cuba.
Jazz.
Why not? This might work out quite well - a little break from Sydney.
(LAUGHS) Break from the wife.
"Tilly Devine, a clam so fine.
"But I'd rather run a mile than make her mine.
" Ah! (CHUCKLES) Jesus, Jim! It was just a joke! That's my wife you're mouthing off about.
Watch your bloody tongue.
Christ! Big Jim Devine.
JIM: Are you looking for someone? You, as a matter of fact.
Me? Out.
Frank Green's been arrested and charged with murder.
Now it's your turn.
Christ, that's stiff, Wickham.
You want stiff? You talk to Barney Dalton.
(PEOPLE SING) # Will ye go, laddie, go # And we'll all go together # To the wild mountain thyme # All around the blooming heather # Will ye go # KATE: I'm so sorry.
Barney was a fine young man.
He was a credit to you.
(WEEPS) # And we'll all go together # He'd still be alive if he stuck to footy.
This business.
It took his leg, now his life.
Are you saying it's my fault? That I killed him? I'm just saying, is all.
(WOMAN SINGS) # Oh, I wish I was about 20 stone # And only 7 feet tall # I'd go back to western Queensland and beat up Sergeant Small # I was about 20 stone and only 7 feet tall # I'd go back # Eileen? # And beat up Sergeant Small # What's going on in there? Just a minute.
Open up! (CONTINUES KNOCKING) Just a minute.
I said open up! Well, Eddie, enough smoko.
Come on, let's get this wood in.
Good lad.
You leave it, Eddie.
You go inside, alright, and you wait for me.
There's a boy.
What the hell do you think you're doing? Mum? Nothing.
Albert? Go inside, Eileen.
Albert and I are discussing something.
You wanna talk to Albert, you talk to me too.
Fine.
Actually, Eileen, love, it's fine.
We're just having a quick chat.
Be right up.
Promise.
Start packing.
What? You're not gonna sleep another night with my daughter.
I make your daughter happy.
When was the last time you said anything nice to your daughter? Every time you open your mouth, it's "Too fat, too slow, too" I'm good for your daughter.
I love her and she loves me.
And what else do you 'love'? This has got nothing to do with Eileen.
You're not staying another night in this house.
We're married.
You can't make me leave.
No, I can't.
But every day you stay, you better check every pocket, you better check every room, every bag that you carry.
Cocaine possession.
Cops find cocaine on you, it's straight to Long Bay.
Yeah? So it's the ship or the Bay.
It's your choice, you sick bastard.
Excellent! Frank Green and Jim Devine.
Well done, gentlemen.
Got 'em this time, eh? What? We may have a small problem with the witnesses.
There were half a dozen interviewed on the night, straight after the shooting.
Publican heard the shots.
Now says he thinks it was a car backfiring.
Connors.
Charles Connors.
Says he was in the urinal at the time of the shooting.
William Archer? Don't tell me.
He was in a urinal too.
Admits he was with Tom Kelly, but left before the shooting occurred and didn't hear about it till later.
What about the bloke got shot in the hand? He was right in the middle of it.
He must've seen who shot him.
Edward Brady.
Says he was too drunk to remember anything.
So what've we got? Wally Tomlinson's dying deposition.
A man in pain, on death's door, names another, known to be his enemy, as his shooter.
Can't wait to see what Devine and Green's defence does with that.
Where's Tomlinson now? He's in the hospital.
Alright, we'll get a coroner down there.
Put Frank Green and Jim Devine in front of Tomlinson and get another deposition, right? On paper, witnessed.
Go! Woman asking for you.
Kate Leigh.
Kate.
Just go and sit over there, alright? Good boy.
I need a favour.
Kid.
I need you to find a place for him.
Who is he? That doesn't matter.
But he ain't safe on the street.
There's hundreds of kids on the street.
This one's different.
Kate! What happened to him? All you need to know is I've taken care of the bloke who fiddled with him.
You take care of the boy.
Wally.
They wouldn't let me in before.
How you feeling? We gave Barney a good send-off.
I'm so sorry.
(RASPS) It's just a scratch.
Nah, it's more than that.
Bringing the suspects in now.
You have to leave.
Suspects? For what? Special coronial hearing so your mate here can officially identify his attackers.
KATE: Name them again? So we can lock 'em up once and for all.
So they can come and finish him off, you mean.
You go easy on him.
He nearly died, he did.
Probably doesn't remember what he said on the night.
Now, you look after yourself, Wal.
You do what's right for you.
Mrs Leigh Don't Alright, bring them in.
Do you recognise this man? I know him as Jim Devine.
Did you see him outside the Tradesman's Arms on the night that you were shot and Barney Dalton was killed? You'll need to speak up for the record.
No, he wasn't there.
You told me that you saw Officer! Do you recognise this man? Yes.
Frank Green.
Did you see him outside the Tradesman's Arms on the night that you were shot and Barney Dalton was killed? Yeah.
He shot Barney and he shot me.
You piece of shit, Tomlinson! You're a filthy beast! You're a dog! You filthy coward! You're a dog, Tomlinson! You hear me? A dog! You're a dog, Tomlinson! A dog! He talked? JACQUI JAMES: Wally Tomlinson had broken the cardinal rule of the underworld.
He'd broken the code of silence.
He'd named names.
You're young to be arrested.
Young enough to do the crime, young enough to do the time.
What crime's that? I don't know.
You wanna see something? You find it, you can have it.
That's easy.
Where'd it go? You can have it anyway.
I won't be showing you how to pick a lock! LILLIAN: Good news, Eddie.
I've got a place for you.
It's an orphanage.
They've managed to squeeze you in.
You'll go to school, have friends your own age.
It's better than people say.
Can I still visit Mrs Leigh? Probably best you don't, son.
Come on.
We can go now.
Oh! Your bag.
(LILLIAN CHUCKLES) Bright kid.
After what he's been through! He'll be right.
Probably end up prime minister.
(CHUCKLES) Albert's gone.
His clothes are gone.
What have you done? He wasn't right for you, Eileen.
Was there ever a house? Where is he? Where is he? EILEEN: Albert! Albert! Thank God I found you! Eileen Don't go! Whatever she said, it doesn't matter.
We can go anywhere.
What about the baby? You're better off without me.
I'll come with you.
It's not your mother.
It's It's me.
You know the awful thing? I do like you.
I don't even know what that means.
Albert, what does that Albert, what does that mean? Albert! (WHISPERS) Hello, doggie.
What are you doing? Leaving.
You're not leaving with him, are you? No, his boat sailed.
I'm leaving you, Ma.
By the way I'm pregnant.
Wait! (SIGHS) I I can take care of you.
Both of you.
You'll have everything you need.
I don't want anything from you.
Ever again.
(THEME MUSIC) # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
#