All language subtitles for Underbelly S04E13.Armageddon

KATE: �100.

Who do you want shot?

Big Jim Devine.

I wanna get her
right where she breathes.

Jim and I are married... for life.

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

And you'll die sooner than you think.

(DARK MUSIC)

(MEN YELL)

(THEME MUSIC)

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GASPS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MONA SINGS SEDATELY)
# Do you believe in heaven above

# Do you believe in love? #

JACQUI JAMES: For a decade.
Tilly Devine and Kate Leigh

had battled it out to be
the queen of the underworld.

And now Razorhurst was about
to explode one last decisive time.

(MONA CONTINUES SINGING
IN BACKGROUND)

Hello, Kate.

Life on the coast getting
a bit dull for you, was it?

Back to play with the big girls?

I never left the field.
You just took your eye off the ball.

While you've been playing
tit for tat with Tilly Devine,

I've been expanding my horizons.

The Fifty-Fifty Club?
Huh, you've been sold a pub, Phil.

Keep it.

You might wanna drop by,
see what I've done with the old joint,

if you 're not too
rushed off your feet here.

You 're not gonna go, are ya?

(BAND PLAYS BAWDY JAZZ MUSIC)

(PEOPLE BUSTLE AND CHATTER)

(SINGS) # Ooh, ooh

# Mmm, mmm

# Send me an angel

# Send me an angel

# Right now, oh

# Right now, yeah

# Empty dreams can only disappoint

# In a room behind your smile... #

You said it weren't fancy.

I'd have worn stockings
without holes.

It's amazing what you can achieve

with a bit of spit
and polish, isn't it?

You trying to impress me?
Well, I don't have to try.

You 're here.

MAY: Lovely voice.
And ain't she gorgeous!

Yeah. I need a drink.

I wouldn't spend too much
of your hard-earned here, Phil.

I could have you shut down
in a bee's dick.

See, you don't have many friends
left in this town.

Speaking of friends,
you see Edmond over there?

Bigwig in the city branch
of the Bank of New South Wales.

Roland, Randolf - they're brothers.

Roland's a barrister,
Randolf's a solicitor.

And Old Nijinsky over there -

that's Justice Barnes
from the Supreme Court.

I made some new friends,
befits my new status.

You put three bullets
in my chest, Kate.

I could crush your penny-a-pint,
sly fucking grog shops in an eye-blink,

but I wanna do you slowly

and watch you wither

until you 're nothing
but a beggar in the street...

...and I'm gonna enjoy
every minute of it.

I was around long before you

and I ain't going nowhere.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Your whisky's shit, mate.

Ohh!
(PEOPLE LAUGH)

You might wanna get yourself
a new singer there, Kate.

That old one...
Ooh, she's a bit off-key.

# Ooh, ooh, now

# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. #

(MUSIC ECHOES AND DISTORTS)

(NELLIE CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

You missed your chance, Calletti.

Yeah, and I missed your heart
by how much?

Hadn't you better get back
to your grapes and grapefruit?

Grapes aren't even in season.

Fruit's in my past now, Frank.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Come back and see me in a year

and you'll still just be a hired hand
doing what Big Jim tells you to do.

I don't work for Jim Devine no more.

You kiss his arse for free now,
do you, mate?

(PEOPLE CHUCKLE)

Nah, I hate the prick,

and the fact is I'm planning on shooting
Jim Devine the first chance I get,

then I'm gonna cut the ears
off his damnable corpse

and I'm gonna pin them to the wall
in Stanley Street.

Come on.

TILLY: I just saw Frank Green.

Lucky you.

He was looking very flash.
New clobber, new watch.

He was boasting that
he was gonna kill Jim.

Oh, dear.

Is this your doing, Kate?

You got your claws into Frank,
bought him off,

poisoned his mind against me?

Well, if I had,

that would mean
that I was using a bloke

who you turned into a killer
to kill your hubby.

And wouldn't that be ironic?

JIM: Frank wants to shoot me?

I heard him say so myself.

He'll just be joshing.

Frank looks up to me. He thinks
the sun shines out my bumhole.

Nice work, mate.

He's not joshing, Jim.

I think he's switched sides.
I think Kate Leigh's bought him.

This is all your bloody fault.

My fault?

First thing in the morning,
it's Kate Leigh.

Last thing at night, it's Kate Leigh.

I said years ago you were making

a rod for our backs
with all your feuding,

but you wouldn't listen
and now Leigh's sicked Frank on me.

Oh, quit your fucking whingeing!

If Frank's seen you for
the weakling you really are,

then who's to blame him, hey?

I'm not the one that squibbed
shooting Barney Dalton.

Oh!
Weakling, huh?

Well, how weak's that, then, huh?
Oh... Ohh!

What?!

(PEOPLE CHATTER QUIETLY)

Um, excuse me, Frank.
What?

Tilly - she wonders if your arm
might be on the mend.

Well, it's just been a few weeks
since we seen you, hey, and...

And she wants me, does she?

Yeah, she's short-staffed on muscle.

Well, you tell Tilly

there's more than one sheila
around here who wants me.

Why didn't you just bring him
like I told you to, you useless ninny?!

I tried.

Be fair, Percy.

Hello, Guido.

You got a minute?

That's quite a push
you've put together.

That takes a bit of clout.

You spotted my talents at long last,
have you, Tilly?

We've never had much in common,
have we, Guido?

We've sort of moved
in different circles.

Well, we got something
in common now -

Frank Green.

What about him?

Well, he's pinched your girl
and blacked your eye

more times than
I've had rumpy-pumpy.

I reckon a man of your new stature
would be wanting him dead.

And so do I.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(PEOPLE CHEER AND APPLAUD)

(BAND PLAYS CHEERFUL,
UPBEAT SONG)

(SINGS) # What is everybody saying?

# It's the bridge
we've been waiting for

# Like a giant of steel
At last the dream is real

# Doesn't it make you feel
you love old Sydney more?

# Right across the dear old harbour

# There's an ever open door

# Australian sons, let us rejoice

# It's the bridge
we've been waiting for... #

(APPLAUSE)

JACQUI JAMES: Tilly. of course.
had heard that Phil Jeffs was back.

And Tilly was never one to look
a gift-horse in the chompers.

It's a nice place, Phil.
Fairly classy.

But to my mind, you 're lacking
a certain je ne sais quoi.

And what might that be?

A little addition
to your entertainments.

It'd knock that slut's shabby saloon
right out of the park.

(BAND PLAYS UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

JACQUI JAMES: Tilly and Phil
entered into a business arrangement.

Tilly would provide the Fifty-Fifty with
her prettiest girls.

offering private time
to Phil's customers.

Phil's cut wasn't huge.
but having his club offer girls -

as well as grog
and gambling and cocaine -

was a flanking manoeuvre
in his war on Kate.

WICKHAM: Phil Jeffs
is running the Fifty-Fifty.

KATE: The place
is a den of iniquity -

booze, gambling, snow.

And now Tilly Devine's in on it,
supplying the club with her girls.

And you expect me
to do your dirty work?

I'm wasting my time.
Where's Bill Mackay?

I wanna speak to the boss.

Superintendent Mackay

has got security for the bridge opening
to supervise.

You 're stuck with me, I'm afraid.

Well, then I'm wasting
my breath as well.

I hear you've commissioned
another murder.

You tell that little savage Frank Green
I'm watching him.

As much as I'd like to see him
take out Jim Devine,

see the whole bang lot of you
go out in a hail of bullets,

I actually believe
the law's worth upholding.

Hmph, you sounded just
like Bill Mackay then.

A poor man's version.

Forgive me for talking your business,
but if I was gonna shoot someone,

I wouldn't be all over Darlinghurst,
talking it up.

It's called spooking
the competition.

It's called being a loose-lipped,
loud-mouthed galah.

You don't speak to me like that!
I'll speak how I fucking want.

That's my money you 're spending
on yourself and your tart.

I want Jim Devine dead.

You can make it look like
a robbery, a break-in.

I don't care. I want him dead.

As soon as I get
my arm strength back.

That wing of yours isn't just
an excuse, is it, Frankie?

You got the guts
to kill Big Jim or don't ya?

I got the guts alright,
but I'm a professional

and if I'm gonna do this right,

I need to be able to hold a gun,
to throw a punch

and take on any of Jim's mates
who wanna have a...

(GLASS SMASHES)

Oh, fuck.

(MONA LAUGHS) Oh, I'm sorry.
They moved the bloody stage!

Mona, come on. For God's sake!

As if I haven't got
enough troubles of my own.

(SINGS SLURRINGLY)
# Just drinking beer... #

Stop it. Stop it!

I'm throwing myself
into my performance!

Stop it!

Stop!

(CRIES) I'm sorry, Kate.

I'm sorry I'm so useless.

I'm sorry.
Why have you stopped playing?

(BAND STRIKES UP)
Come clean this mess up!

I'm sorry, Maysie. (CRIES)

What are you staring at?

(SOBS)

Hey, shoo! Get out! Go on.
(DOG WHINES)

Get!

How many times are you
gonna do this for me?

For as long as you keep
doing this to yourself.

I am gonna give up the booze, Katie.

This time for sure.

Hey, do you remember
when we first met?

Mm.
Yeah.

You were singing for your supper
on Bayswater Road.

(HUMS TUNE)

God.

Oh, your voice was so sweet,

I thought I'd died
and gone to heaven.

That was a long time ago.

Not that long.

Go on. Give us a verse.

Ugh...
Go on.

Oh, Kate, I don't want to.
Please? Please!

(SINGS) # As I went
down in the river to pray...

# Studying about that good old way

# And who shall wear
the starry crown?

# Good Lord, show me the way... #

Ohh.

You need a new singer, Katie.

I can't do this anymore.
No.

I can't.
Oh, that's bullshit.

No, look at the Fifty-Fifty club,
that gorgeous girl...

Ohh.

You need someone like her,
someone young, modern.

(SCOFFS) You must be pissed

'cause that's the biggest
load of bull's roar I ever heard.

(STAMMERS)

You could sing that smiling coconut
off the stage in any country.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey.

I need you, Mona. You know that.

But, sweetheart,
I need you to be at your best.

I know.

I'll try, Katie.

I promise.

FRANK: I didn't like her tone.
I'll tell you that for free.

When are you going to kill Jim?

(GROANS)

As soon as this...
stops giving me gip.

I've been thinking.

Jim knows I'm after him.

What if I front him,

say that if he pays me the money
I'm owed, I won't knock him?

That way, I get dosh from him and Tilly
as well as Kate.

But you will still kill him?

Yeah.

Why?

Because I wanna watch.
I've never seen anyone die before.

I wanna see what it's like

to face that darkness
and that emptiness.

I wanna see what it's like
taking your very last breath.

JACQUI JAMES: Guido Calletti wanted
to become Australia's Al Capone.

but he was a very busy man.

Not only had he agreed
to kill Frank for Tilly.

he was also planning
to take over Kate's cocaine trade.

The trouble was
he still hadn't figured out

how she got her supplies
from the wharf.

Guido, hello.

Where have you and your littley
been this time of night?

Oh, she can't sleep.
Big pram!

My ma bought it for me.
Five guineas.

Five guineas? Jesus, what a devoted
grandma that Kate Leigh is, hey?

(BABY BURBLES)

Oh, she's a regular doll.

Can I have a hold?
Uhh...

Oh, the princess
of Darlinghurst, hey?

Who's a little princess?

What's this poppet's future,
hey, Percy?

You gonna grow up to be
a big important lady like your grandma?

Or is there something else
in store for you?

I should get her back to bed.

I ain't finished.

3rd of May.
Yep.

Actually, their's was 390.
Yeah, yeah.

What's the matter?

I bumped into Guido Calletti.

Well, did he hurt youse?
Nah.

He picked up Charlotte, though.

See, my bet is Kate uses that pram
to move her snow.

Kate would sell that sprog to
white slavers if there was a quid in it.

Yeah, well, Eileen never went

nowhere near the docks
tonight, so...

What the hell's he up to?

Since when does a saloon serve tea?

(GRUNTS)

Shh!

Understand?

Grab the boys.
Meet in the usual spot.

JACQUI JAMES:
Yes. everything was going swimmingly

for Aussie Al Capone.

Too bad he'd forgotten about
the Consorting Squad.

(WHISTLE TRILLS)
Oh, go!

Get off, you pig!
We weren't doing nothing!

OFFICER: I didn't make
the consorting laws, mate.

GUIDO: Ohh!

Now, here's how I see this, Guido.

You shouldn't have raised
a hand to my property.

You shouldn't have
raised a hand to my people.

You shouldn't have raised anything
other than your hat to me and mine.

And you shouldn't have gone near
my daughter or granddaughter.

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

MACKAY: There will
be a hundred police

stationed along the entry streets.

The north and the south?
Aye, north and south ends.

Every man is drilled.
Every man is ready for trouble.

Then there won't be any.
There won't be any.

We need this to go well, Bill.

I do, you do,
God knows the people do.

I don't want ratbags of any colour
spoiling their day.

There won't be
any trouble, Mr Premier.

(CHEERFUL COUNTRY MUSIC)

SONG: # Oh. what a beautiful city

# Oh. what a beautiful city

# Oh. what a beautiful city... #

We got plenty of stock in?
Plenty of fizz?

MAY: Pink as well for the ladies.

Oh, you put the call out, didn't you?
It's gonna be a big night tonight.

Been shouting myself hoarse up
and down the streets.

BOTH: Party at Katie's!

What a picture-bloody-perfect day.

Come on, Premier! Over to you!

(MAY CHEERS)

NEWSREEL: This is John Harper
announcing the Paramount Sound News.

This is Saturday.
19 March 1932 -

the official opening
of the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

The arrival of
the Premier of New South Wales.

the Honourable J. T. Lang.

(PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

JACQUI JAMES: It was a moment
the whole country

had been anticipating
for over a decade.

but the ceremony didn't go
quite according to plan.

The New Guardsman Francis De Groot.

appalled that a Labor premier was
doing the honours and not the King.

pipped Lang at the post.

(PEOPLE CHEER)

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

Luckily. none other than
Superintendent Bill Mackay

was there to ask him nicely
to cease and desist.

The ribbon was retied

and Jack Lang
eventually got his big moment.

The bridge everyone had waited
so long for was finally open.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(APPLAUSE)

Sydney Harbour Bridge
was more than just a thoroughfare.

In the middle
of the Great Depression.

it was a symbol that the nation -
less than four decades old -

was growing up.

How did that idiot get through?!

No-one noticed an extra horseman
in the honour guard.

But you managed to get him
locked up at last?

He's being brought here as we speak.

Throw the fucking book at him -

assault with a deadly weapon,
attempted murder, treason.

I want him hung,
drawn and quartered.

You know, Mr Premier,
I don't think that's such a good idea.

I don't think you 're in any position
to offer such advice, Bill.

The New Guard want
to appear victimised.

They want you acting like a tyrant.

De Groot would love nothing better
than for us to make him a martyr.

The man waved a bloody sword
at my face.

I won't just do nothing!

I'm not suggesting we do nothing.

It should never have been Lang
cutting that ribbon.

Where was the King?
The Governor-General?

Do you feel your message is appreciated
by the people of Sydney?

Well, it's certainly not appreciated

by Premier Lang
and his communist buddies.

Huh! Ahh!

And what trumped-up charges are you
bringing against me, Superintendent?

None. Mr De Groot
won't be staying with us.

I deem this man to be insane.

What's this? I'm perfectly sane.
You 're silly and childish.

Thinks by waving a sabre in the air,
he officially opened the bridge.

I did!

I opened it for the decent and loyal
citizens of New South Wales.

You 're not fit to go into the cells.

Take this man to the mental ward
for a proper examination.

JACQUI JAMES: Francis De Groot
was eventually charged

with the single offence
of damaging government property -

one blue ribbon -

and fined a week's wages.

(SINGS) # Mary had a little lamb

# Its fleece was white as snow

# She rubbed herself along its back

# It murmured, "Ooh, ooh, ooh..." #

Oh, what? I saw your husband there
last night at my knocking shop.

(WOMEN LAUGH)

# Mary had two little tits

# With nips the size of thumbs

# She twiddled them from left to right
because it was such fun... #

There's children here.
Oh, shut up, sister.

TILLY: Go suck an egg.

(GLASS CLATTERS)
Oh!

# Mary had the plumpest rump

# It was so very round. #

(SCREAMS)
(CLATTERING)

ARMFIELD: Want me to add
damaging police property

to obscene language
and resist arrest?

Why don't you come in here
and see how your kidneys take

to being frozen solid?

I can provide you with a blanket.

Full of vermin and lice? No, thanks.

Oi! I want to make a phone call.

I can make one on your behalf
to a lawyer or next of kin.

Next of kin will be fine.

Call my husband and tell him
to bring my fucking fur.

ARMFIELD: No, Mr Devine,
I don't know whether she meant

her silver fox or her Russian sable.

Just bring her a coat so I don't have to
listen to her complain.

So that's what marriage means - a man
bringing your coat when you 're cold.

Also it means a lot of black eyes
and heartbreak for Tilly,

from what I hear.

At least she's not alone.

Special Sergeant Armfield?
ARMFIELD: Mm?

Today's my last day.

I'm getting married.

But you...

Right. Uh...

Well...

...I'll be sad to lose an officer
so soon after you joined us...

...but I'm sure marriage will be...

...will be good for you.

(KNOCKING)

Told her yet?
Hm.

Congratulations to both of you.

Thanks, Lillian. I'm sorry.

I realise I'm gonna probably
make your job a lot harder,

snaffling away
one of your new recruits.

But when it feels right,
you gotta seize the opportunity.

JIM: Tilly.

I brought you the white marabou...

...although it might show the dirt.

Thanks.

Are they keeping you in overnight?

Do you need anything else?

Tilly.

What?

Nothing.

Can't live with 'em.
Can't shoot 'em.

Are you married, mate?

Er, yeah. 42 years.

Never a cross word, hey?

(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES)

I've seen you round.
You 're a cabbie, right?

Yeah.

Did you serve at all, mate?
Boer War.

Too old for the last one.

Belgium. 4th Tunnellers.

The things we've seen,
eh, as soldiers,

things no man should have to.

FRANK: G'day, Jim.

What do you want?

Let's open with what you owe me -
25 quid, for starters.

I don't owe you a thing.
If anything, you owe me.

Give me that money, Jim,
if you want a long and happy life.

You stay-at-home johnnies ain't worth
the stink off a digger's shit.

Come on, mate. It just so happens
I'm in need of a bloody taxi.

Uh, yeah...

I couldn't do it here, alright?

I need a drink. Sherry, please.

What are you looking at?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Do it tonight.

Once you've finished him,
you go after Tilly.

Five bob to wait here. Hey! Hey!

Forget it. Forget him.

You really gonna do it?

Blood oath, I am.
Are you really going to watch?

I really should get going. My missus
will be wondering what I'm up to.

Oh, yeah? Good sort, your lady?

The best.

Mine too. Best girl in the world.

I'd do anything for her.

You'd think she would have worked
that out by now, wouldn't you?

But, no. No. She's just...

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

What you gonna do, Frank?

I'm gonna blow your guts out.

Do it, then, you little brat,

'cause I'm just about jack
of all of this anyway.

Go on, Frank. Do it.

(SHOUTS) Do it! Come on!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Come on.

My wife gave me that bloody tie pin.

Why didn't you shoot him?
He was just there.

(BANG!)

Stop there, Frank,
and give me the bloody tie pin.

I'll stop nothing.
(BANG!)

(GUNFIRE)

Come out here and don't be a dog.

Watch out, Fred.

He's trying to kill us.

(IGNITION STARTS)
FRANK: Drive.

(SHOUTS) Drive!

FRANK: Drive. Drive. Drive.

I didn't mean to hit him.
I was aiming for the bloody rear.

Frank turned up to kill me. I just...

Oh, what happens now, Tilly?

(EXHALES) What happens to us now?

JIM: Hey, what... What's going on?
You're being released? Hey, Tilly!

You're being released, sweetheart?
Hey, Tilly girl.

We're apples, aren't we, sweetheart?
Right as rain and peachy?

When you get bail, I'll send Nugget.

JACQUI JAMES:
Jim was eventually granted bail.

but Tilly somehow forgot
to send the car for him.

So he just hung around Darlinghurst.
waiting to see what turned up.

(MUTTERS) Bastard put me off,
having a go like that.

He put me off my game.

As soon as he's bailed,
I'm gonna go out there again,

and I'm gonna put one
right between his eyes this time.

You hear me, Nellie?

Nellie?

His eyes.

His blood.

Green!

No. No.

What do you see in him, Nell?

What's he give you that I don't?

He almost died for me.

I would die for you, Nell.
I would die.

I would kill him first
and then I'd die for you.

Please. No. No. Please don't. Don't.

Jesus, Nell. Which one of us
do you actually want?

Let's settle this once and for all.

(CROWD SHOUTS)

Come on. Get up.

(CROWD SHOUTS)

Stand aside!

BLISSETT: How do we break them up?
ARMFIELD: We don't.

Bit of luck they'll kill each other
and save us a lot of bother.

SONG: # Who needs advice
from cardinals?

# Who votes for governor-generals? #

JACQUI JAMES:
They fought for over an hour.

one of the great stand-up.
one-on-one street fights of the era.

(SONG CONTINUES)

# Of contradicted history

# Confusion by formality. #

(BOTH PANT HEAVILY)

Nell, please.

You gotta... You gotta...

Er...

Let's solve this
like civilised people, hey?

Heads, it's Frank.
Tails, it's Guido.

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)

Tails.

JACQUI JAMES: Phil Jeffs
was content to bide his time

and watch Kate and Tilly battle.

Their war had taken the life
of an innocent bystander

and that meant the game was over.

The police commissioner
would like a word.

MACKAY: So this is where
your feuding's brought us to,

an innocent man shot to pieces.

It's a bridge too bloody far

and it will not happen again
on my watch.

Grog and girls, hey?

Part of the city,
whatever the law says.

So if you, Kate,
run your sly grogging,

and you, Tilly, run your brothels
quietly and cleanly,

then I will ensure you do so
with a minimum of police harassment.

But the shootings, the slashings,
the mayhem stops.

You call off Green.
You call off Calletti.

No more murders as of now. For good.

See, you have a choice, ladies.

Behave yourselves
and we'll all get along fine.

So we have a deal?

Where are the guns?

The cops took them all.
What do you want a gun for?

I'm going to kill Kate Leigh.

Come off the grass, Tilly.

Aha! Get the car.

You don't want to be doing this.

Get the fucking car.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah.

(TILLY OVER PHONE)
Let's settle this.

The cemetery at 8.;00.
if you've got the guts.

(TILLY HANGS UP)

(FAST-PACED PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

I got the guts.
Go on, then.

I fancy you spending
the rest of your life in Long Bay.

Really? 'Cause I'm partial
to seeing you swing.

Come on.

Then where will that leave us?

Hanged, jailed or shot.

Yeah.

Ready for any one of those blokes
to take our place.

And make a bloody mess of it.

We leave the dead here, then?
Yeah.

You still owe me five bob.

You owe me a fucking dog.

JACQUI JAMES: Once upon a time.

there were two rival queens who waged
war on each other for so long

they came to realise that while
they couldn't live with each other.

they couldn't live
without each other either.

It all happened getting on
for 100 years ago.

What became of them.
those colourful citizens of Razorhurst?

Well. Nellie married Guido.

but she left him after
only a couple of months.

She went back to prostitution.

back to falling in love
with bad men who owned her.

But no-one ever really owned
Nellie Cameron.

No-one ever really knew her

or knew why in just a few years
she would put her head in a gas oven.

After Nellie dumped him,

Guido Calletti went back to the
consolation prize of Dulcie Markham...

... back to declaring
he was going to set up

the biggest criminal empire
Australia had ever seen.

He didn't even see the declaration
of World War II.

Back at his fruit and veg barrow
to make ends meet.

he got into one argument too many
and came off second best.

Frank Green's career as a gunman
was pretty much at an end.

By World War II, he was reduced
to working as a cockatoo

for an SP betting shop.

By 1956. he was dead
after a quarrel with his lover.

Big Jim Devine was acquitted of
taxi driver Fred Moffitt's murder.

But his chronic gambling and violence

were wearing out his welcome
in Maroubra.

By 1946, Tilly had finally had enough
and she divorced him.

Heartbroken, Jim moved to Melbourne

where he worked as a pub bouncer
and ended his days a lonely old man.

Phil 'The Jew's vow to do Kate slowly
came to nothing in the end.

when his gangster past
caught up with him.

A bullet he'd carried
in his gut since 1929

suddenly turned septic
and killed him before he was 50.

Kate outlasted him.
just as she'd promised.

Eileen Leigh had her fair share
of scrapes with the law.

including getting done
for nicking a fur coat.

But perhaps her daughter
was the making of her

because she certainly didn't follow
in Kate's criminal footsteps.

And what of the faithful retainers.

Bill 'The Octopus' Flanagan.
May Seckold.

the man known as 'Nugget' whose real
name may have been Henry Pierce.

and Kate's pal, Mona Woods?

Who can say? One thing's for sure.
They're long dead now.

Vale to them all.

As for the police,

Ray 'The Blizzard' Blissett
rose to the rank of superintendent

and headed up the Consorting Squad.

He was awarded medals
for distinguished service

and lived to a ripe old age.

Tom Wickham went on to become
chief superintendent of the NSW CIB.

In 1946. he was awarded a King's Medal
for distinguished service.

Tom's partner, Syd Thompson, left
the force under a cloud in the 1950s.

The less said. the better.

Bill Mackay was a great pragmatist
and a great reformer.

He almost single-handedly
created the NSW Police Force.

He was also a great boozer.

After a decade as commissioner,
he died of a heart attack in 1948.

Lillian Armfield
went on helping fallen women

until she retired in 1949.

the year after women officers
were finally issued uniforms.

She died alone
in her one-room flat aged 86.

So that left just Kate and Tilly.

New generations muscled in on them.

laws were passed against them.

and the real scourge
of all gangsters, the tax man.

inevitably came knocking.

(SCREAMS)

Gardez I'eau!

Neither woman ever recaptured
the glory days of the '20s.

Their roaring days were over.

Kate kicked the bucket at 84

and hundreds came to her funeral
to say goodbye.

When poor old Tilly
passed away six years later.

there was barely a soul
to shed a tear.

But never before or since

has the underworld in Sydney.
in Australia, or anywhere

been so dominated by just two people.

and two women at that.

Long live Queen Kate.
Long live Queen Tilly.