Original subtitles

What's your name?

Lorna Kelly.

When I met Les, I had no idea who he was or what he did.

I know.

I just want him to be a better person.

Les, she looks like you.

My little baby girl.

I'm gonna give her the world.

Maybe now's the time to get an honest job.

Don't you want your daughter to grow up proud of her dad?

No, you said you'd given all of that up!

Lorn?

She's dead, Les.

Our little girl is dead.

Where was you when we needed you?

Oh, Lord, you blessed us with June for such a brief time.

Your wisdom to call her home to your care is all-knowing.

We ask for your support in this time of sorrow.

They reckon a man's in control of his own destiny.

Decisions he makes along the way determine his fate.

Accept your decision.

Bullshit.

It's a lottery.

You live a saintly life,

you're just as likely to get hit by a runaway train

as if you're a real evil bastard.

Luck, that's all it is.

There's no master plan.

It's just a matter of luck.

Sometimes you land on black, sometimes you don't.

Can't win 'em all.

Just have another drink.

Have another spin.

Les.

What are you doing?

You startled me.

What the hell are you doing?

Jean at the Temperance Union is expecting,

so I'm giving her some things.

Get her to go out and buy her own things.

That's June's.

It's time, Les.

Don't talk rubbish to me!

How many months do we wait?

I placed a notice for a boarder.

No, you're not.

I'm not having some bloke in my house.

Whilst I'm at the track trying to earn a living,

he's just wandering- - Who said it was a man?

I have girlfriends out looking for places

while our bills pile up.

Well, if you've spent what I've given you,

you're gonna have to wait,

'cause the jacks are milking me dry.

For an innocent man, you spend a lot of money

proving it to people- - Oh, what a fine thing

for a wife to say to her husband.

Let me go.

I'll tell you when the time's right.

Right.

According to my sources, the richest bank in Fitzroy is

that Commercial job up on the corner.

What sources?

Cellarman from the Railway Hotel.

He was a bank teller

'til he got caught taking his work home.

That's perfect. That's the one we hit.

You know the whole of Fitzroy belongs

to the Narrows Gang.

Yeah, I know that.

Well, fact is the Whitings,

they held that bank up a couple of years ago.

Yeah, I know that, too.

Les, we rob that bank,

and everyone will think it will be them.

Exactly.

You know what will happen?

The jacks will beat the shit out of 'em.

And Ted and Bunny, they'll figure out who it was,

and they'll come looking for us.

Well, you're getting the hang of this, Tank.

You want a war?

Hmm, is that it?

What will be will be.

You got a death wish, I reckon.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

Are you sure about this?

It's like stirring up a bull ant's nest.

You lost your balls, mate?

Well, at least I haven't lost my mind.

You're really starting to piss me off, Tank.

Are you with me or against me?

Just be careful, eh?

Psst!

Five minutes, yeah?

All done, Ted.

Great, thank you, Bunny.

Come and grab the money.

Hey!

I said eyes front!

Please, we have families.

Well, we've all got fuckin' families, mate!

Huh, you think you're special

'cause you got a fuckin' wife and kids?

- Easy, mate, Ted, easy- - Let's go, Bunny.

Grab the fuckin' money and let's go!

Go, go!

We just robbed a bank in Smith Street.

You and me, the Commercial,

knocked off by two jokers named Ted and Bunny.

- Wasn't me. - Wasn't me neither.

Some other bastard's been using our name in vain.

- Why? - Well,

why do you think, boofhead?

- Don't move, don't move! - Ted and Bunny Whiting,

I'm placing you both under arrest for armed robbery!

We were nowhere near that bank!

And how exactly do you know

it was a bank robbery, sunshine-

We've got alibis.

And how do you know what time this bank robbery occurred-

This is a bloody fit-up!

We were here all day!

How tall are you, short stuff?

Taller than Squizzy Taylor!

- Take 'em away! - Come on!

He was the only one that you saw?

Yes.

His handkerchief was about his throat.

I didn't really get a chance to look at the other two.

Must have been a bit distracting.

- Eyebrows? - Bushy.

Oh, not too bushy, though.

His nose, how would you describe that?

Thin, bulbous, big, small?

- Hairy? - Small.

Approximate height?

Oh, he was very short.

Yes, yes.

You'd recognize him if you saw him?

- Certainly. - Definitely.

Mr. Brophy, any right reason we can't arrest

your pal Taylor directly?

Witnesses against Squizzy Taylor have a habit

of disappearing off the face of the earth without trace.

My advice is don't jump too early.

What are you doin' here?

I'm very sorry for your loss, Les.

Parents burying their children,

that's not the natural order.

You visited Fitzroy lately?

Got that big Commercial Bank up on the corner there.

Well, that'd be the Narrows Gang territory.

Got your grubby little paw marks all over it, sport-

Yeah, you come and see me when you've got some proof.

Well, parents tend to remember the man

who knocked their baby to the ground, Les.

I never touched no baby.

They remember you very clearly.

What do you reckon?

I don't know if the eyes are 100% right.

- You reckon that's me? - Maybe it's the jawline.

But it's you, all right,

and I don't know what your beef is with the Narrows Gang,

but you'd better drop it,

'cause someone's gonna end up getting killed,

and it might be you.

Hello there.

Can I help you?

I'm looking to buy a present.

Silk stockings, maybe.

Oh, well, we have silk, chiffon,

or the latest rayon from America.

What's rayon?

It's man-made.

Hmm, fancy that.

Have we met?

I don't think so, no.

The Palais de Danse?

Oh, I haven't danced there in ages.

Do you want full length?

Stockings?

There's different types, is there?

Well, there's different types

for different types of girls.

It is for a girl?

Yeah, my wife.

Lucky lady.

Well, if she likes to dance, as I do,

high enough?

Do you like what you see?

I'll say I do.

You're Squizzy Taylor.

Now I know we haven't met.

Friends call me Les.

Ida Pender.

I'm wearing the rayon, if you were wondering.

Oh, not silk?

When I'm famous, I'll wear only silk.

You're gonna be famous, are you?

Don't you like being famous?

People noticing you, giving you respect?

There's a lot to like in that.

Mm.

Gift wrap two pairs of what you're wearing,

and what, I mean, would be your best pair of silks?

Ooh, that'd be these.

Right, well, I'll pay for one of those, as well.

Beautiful girl like you can't wait until she's famous

before she gets her first pair of silks.

Go on, try 'em on.

See how they look.

No, I'll save them for a special occasion.

No, no, come on.

It's a special occasion now.

I'm home.

Why not?

Dance with me.

No, come on, Lorna, I'm not in the mood.

Come on, Les, please.

This all right?

Perfect.

Come on, Lorna, I don't feel like it.

We haven't had a dance in an age.

Please, Les.

Squizzy Taylor needs a lesson in respect.

If that lesson proves lethal, so be it.

And if in the teaching of that lesson

any of you get into trouble,

me and Bunny always look after our own.

Les, these are the gents I was telling you about,

Mr. Alex Johanson and Mr. Joseph Cotter,

and willing to work for you.

Well, get the man a chair.

It's good to meet ya.

Yeah, mate.

Just call me Joe.

Fuck, here.

Keep it.

You've always got to carry a handkerchief, mate.

Why do we need extra blokes?

Just trust me, Eddie.

Another vendetta against the Narrows Gang, eh?

Should've finished 'em last time, wiped 'em out.

If something comes up, I'll let you know.

Hey, buy, buy you a beer, Squizzy?

Les.

Les, yeah, no, I meant, I meant Les.

I'm just used to calling you Squizzy out there.

Yeah, well, people out there don't know me.

Yeah, well, good thing I know you now then, eh, Les?

I'm not thirsty, Joe.

It's Les!

That Cotter's useless.

Johanson could be handy if we need some extra muscle,

but that's it.

You started a war, Les.

We need to man up now.

Another thing.

You've got to stop drinking at this pub.

Mix things up, so people don't know where to find you.

You wanna deny me the best beer in Melbourne?

Might as well put a sign out the front

that says, "Squizzy Taylor drinks fuckin' here."

And I'm getting you a piece, too.

We should've shot the Whitings when we had the chance.

Hear, hear.

Oi, Taylor!

You wanna take me on, huh?

Tell the Whitings to go fuck themselves!

Did you find the couple who gigged me?

It'll be that bloke with the ukulele.

Yeah, well, put the wind up him.

Take a gander of this.

Jesus, Tank, I said scare him, not kill him.

It's for you.

I want you to put it in your pocket and keep it-

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, it's gonna ruin the cut of me suit, Tank-

Oh, will you stop your whingeing?

And stop daydreaming.

I'm off to Fitzroy.

Mr. Taylor?

Les?

- Go away, Cotter. - I just wanted the chance

to apologize and a shot at fixing things up-

No, no, no, there's nothing to fix, all right, mate?

Les-

Just shut up and leave me alone.

- Please, mate- - Squizzy fuckin' Taylor!

Taylor, you clam! - Are you with them, huh?

- No! - Well, stall 'em!

Stall 'em and we're square!

Mr. Taylor, twice in a week.

Les.

Is someone chasing you?

The two ugliest blokes in Melbourne.

Oh, take the back entrance.

Thank you, Miss Pender.

Have you seen a little bloke run in here

last couple of minutes?

- Little nasty little bugger. - No, I haven't seen a soul.

Sorry.

Ah, hello, hello.

Bunny, back off, I got a gun.

This gun, Squizzy?

Kill him, Ted!

You bloody gangsters make me tired!

Three years for break and enter, if you're lucky.

Happy days.

Happy, happy, happy days.

You get that off that Fitzroy bloke?

How'd you guess?

He get the message?

He's forgotten there even was a bank robbery.

And for my first lesson, how to tune a ukulele.

Miss Pender.

Fancy seeing you here.

Sit down.

This is Albert McDonald, Miss Ida Pender.

Ida, Tank.

Would you mind autographing my journal?

Hi, Eugene.

Uh, this is my lawyer, Eugene Gorman, Miss Pender.

Charmed.

She looks after all my stocking needs.

No, not anymore.

I quit.

Life's too short for stockings and socks.

And can you say, "With all my love"?

Les, you are due to face the magistrate

in less than 30 minutes, all right?

Tell me about this break and enter.

I did break into that warehouse,

but I was hiding from the Whiting brothers.

The two ugliest men in Melbourne.

They were trying to kill me.

Brophy alleges the three of you

were in on it together.

Brophy's a liar, all right?

And he knows that we're sworn enemies.

Well, that's what you tell the magistrate.

Right, so you want Les to dog the Whitings

and accuse them of attempted murder?

I just want him to tell the truth.

I don't know, Eugene.

I mean, I think I'd rather plead not guilty,

take my chance with a jury.

Well, we'd better go.

You can toss a coin on the way.

The law waits for no man, not even Squizzy Taylor.

Here, come with me.

Come on!

I'm not in the mood for the courthouse today.

Ah!

What are you in the mood for?

Oh, Les, it's so high.

Ah, see, that's St. Kilda out there,

and that's Richmond here,

and Fitz, oh, Fitzroy's just around there.

So why'd you bring me up here?

Or do you show all your girls this view?

Oh, all of 'em.

Dozens of 'em, hundreds.

I don't care how many, 'cause I feel like the first.

You are mad.

You're mad, too.

Hey, what happens if you don't go to court?

Will they arrest you?

Oh, well, they gotta catch me first.

♪ You can run, you can run ♪

♪ But you will never ever run ♪

♪ Truly free ♪

♪ Oh, it breaks my heart ♪

♪ Unbridled future's not the plane ♪

♪ We see ♪

My watch must be slow.

♪ I remind myself ♪

Courts are just running a bit late.

♪ I still ♪

♪ Want to grow old ♪

♪ From recklessness ♪

♪ To blanket ♪

♪ And bowl ♪

♪ Finding a home ♪

♪ You can run, you can run ♪

♪ But there will ♪ - Hey, where's your pal?

♪ At the rein ♪

♪ From the heart to the head ♪

♪ There is a wilderness of thought ♪

♪ Unframed ♪

♪ Like a wish, like a hope ♪

♪ That I know ♪

♪ Cannot ♪

Mr. Leslie Taylor!

Mr. Taylor!

Mr. Leslie Taylor!

I'm afraid he's gone missing.

Looks like the gloves are off.

Mrs. Taylor.

- Excuse me- - Have you seen

your hubby today? - What are you doing?

He's not home!

What are you doing? - Turn this place over.

He failed to front for his court appearance

this morning, Mrs. Taylor.

He is now an absconder.

He's on the run.

Well, he's not here!

What are you, he's gonna be hiding in there!

Tip it all out, Constable!

I want every nook and cranny checked!

We're not just here for your husband.

There could be stuff hidden all over this dump!

There could be a pistol taped up under the door!

Anything there?

No!

What about in here?

No!

Pull it apart, Constable!

Checked upstairs in the kitchen.

There's nothing there.

All right, come on.

What's the next address?

Squizzy Taylor will be hunted down like the dog he is.

Detective Bruce!

The Scales Warehouse break and enter

was pretty straightforward.

Squizzy had wriggled out of much more serious charges.

But, for whatever reason,

he turned his back and walked away that day,

the 2nd of August, 1921, and effectively disappeared.

He would remain on the run or the next 14 months.

Lorna, please.

What does it say?

He'll be home more often?

Well, loneliness is the Taylor women's curse.

I just wish I knew where he goes

and what he actually does.

Well, you never ask.

It's not your place to ask.

The Taylor men have their ways.

Oh, now see here?

There's a crossroad.

A change of direction is coming.

A new baby perhaps?

Hmm.

Is he in the picture or just me?

Of course he's there.

He's your husband.

You make sure he has a meal and a warm bed,

so he'll work hard and look after you.

Trust the leaves, dear.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ He makes me do things I don't wanna do ♪

♪ Doo-wop ♪

♪ He makes me say things I don't wanna say ♪

♪ Doo-wop ♪

♪ And even though I wanna break away ♪

♪ I can't stop saying I adore him ♪

♪ Can't stop doing things for him ♪

♪ He's got the power ♪

♪ The power of love ♪

♪ Over me ♪

♪ Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me ♪

♪ He makes me stay when I don't wanna stay ♪

♪ Doo-wop ♪

♪ He makes me go when I don't wanna go ♪

Me to you.

Oh.

What's she doing here?

Well, we're not learning how to play the ukulele, Tank.

I'm sure you're lovely, Isa-

Ida.

What are you doing here?

Ida has come up with a cracker of an idea for a job.

Jesus.

Hey, why don't you, um, go and get some tea or something?

Tank and I have to have a quick chat.

You didn't wanna share with me your plan to do a bunk?

Huh?

Makes me think it wasn't your idea at all,

'cause the old Les,

he would plan everything to the last detail,

and for the life of me, mate, I cannot see your strategy.

It's love.

You're married!

You can't talk about love!

You are fucking everything for a poor sheila

that you will be bored with in a week.

Oi!

Don't you wanna hear her idea?

Okay, so does everyone know what they're doing?

Right?

Ida?

- Watching. - Good.

Now, you be careful and you let us know

if anything happens, all right?

Come here.

Make sure you shout out.

Yeah.

Shh!

What the hell are you doing?

You want the whole of Melbourne knowing we're here?

Ya nit.

I told you.

I warned you about her.

What?

She can't read!

- What, a Trojan? - Yeah, and I brought tools

for a Samson.

We'll just, we'll pull it out,

and we'll try to split the back.

There you go, that's a great idea.

Come on, you have 10 minutes.

Hurry up.

Fuck, all right.

Ida, what the hell are you doing?

Who's out watching?

It's fine.

Do you like this?

This is a robbery, not a shopping spree.

Come on, get back out, and keep watch.

Why don't you just blow it up?

Yeah, I'll just blow it up, Ida.

Stick a bit of jelly in it.

What, over here, huh?

Over there?

Shh, shh, hey, hey, hang on.

Didn't you learn that stuff at Fromelles, mate?

You know what? That's a cracker idea.

Tomorrow, Tank, you're gonna show us what you did at war.

- Come on, hurry up, Tank. - All right!

Ah.

Right, so what do you need now?

Space.

And you know what you're doing?

Yeah, but what if someone sees me?

Well, that's the point.

Once you hear the thing explode, fire your gun.

Well, what if they ask?

Just tell 'em you're shooting possums

or something, ya turnip.

- He's a Swede, not a turnip. - I don't care.

Just blow the bloody thing up.

Okey dokey, here we go.

Wild blue yonder.

What do you see in him?

Tank?

Oh, he's me best mate.

Oh, oh, I'm so sorry- - Oh!

What did I drop?

I dropped it down there.

Hang on, let me fish it out.

Oh, don't you like him?

Yeah, hang on, it might've gone, it might-

He's your friend.

If he doesn't like me, there's not much I can do about it.

Well, I like ya.

And look at that.

We got it.

You know what else I got?

- You, how did you- - Ah, it's a secret.

You have to distract your mark.

- Ah. - Yes.

♪ High ♪

Just...

♪ All lovers go ♪

Oh, is that it?

Oi, Tank, did you work in the bloody kitchens

in the war, huh?

- Ha, ha, fuckin' ha- - That's hopeless!

♪ All lovers go ♪

♪ Mademoiselle from Armentieres, parley-voo ♪

♪ Mademoiselle from Armentieres ♪

♪ She hasn't been kissed in 40 years ♪

♪ Hinky, dinky, parley-voo ♪

Sing something else.

♪ Mademoiselle from Armentieres, parley-voo ♪

♪ You might forget the gas and the shells ♪

♪ You never forget the mademoiselle ♪

♪ Hinky, dinky, parley ♪

I said sing something else!

Actually, yeah, I've got a bit of a headache.

Sing something else.

Give me that!

Don't sing songs about the war!

You weren't there!

Men died!

None of yous were bloody there.

- I need a toilet. - We can't stop here.

Why not?

Here, just stop here.

- Thanks. - Yeah, go.

Real firecracker you got there, Squizzy.

First time I've heard a chick say she needs to take a whiz.

Call me Les.

I had an idea.

Why don't we do another job?

There's oodles of places around here.

Must be something worth stealing.

You are a stupid slut.

- Oi! - What?

You apologize to her.

No!

What, you wanna hit me?

Come on, hit me, Squizzy!

Hit me! - I wouldn't hit ya, mate.

Squizzy!

Get him, Les.

Rip his balls off! - Hey, hey, (mumbles)-

Top shop around the corner.

Huh, you fuckin' big man?

- Hey- - Whoa, whoa!

Come on, settle down!

Oi, Ida, put, put the gun away.

Is this how you do it, Les?

- Drop it- - Like this?

Put it down, that's not funny.

- If you get out of the way- - Put it down-

- Shoot him for you. - And I mean it-

I told you she was crazy!

- Jesus- - The jacks!

Come, come, come, come!

Yeah, that's why we asked you to come, Joe, to apologize.

You just got in the way of the man we were chasing.

Tough man, copping the hiding that you did.

Well, we're always looking for tough blokes.

I hear you're looking for a bit of work.

That true?

Hmm, been telling people you're handy with a shooter?

You a reading man, Joe?

"Squizzy."

Every time we get close to him,

he seems to give us the slip.

Fair few quid in it for the bloke

who gives this a happy ending for us, Joe.

Yeah, gents, I reckon I'll do this one half price.

Could you spare a bob or two-

- Excuse me, what are you- - To help fight

the demon drink? - Les!

What are you doing?

Well, how else can I walk the streets

without getting arrested?

No, you don't get to do this!

- Do what, Lorna? - I didn't leave!

- I've been busy, Lorna- - Oh, don't lie to me.

All right, I owe you that, Lorna-

- You have a mistress. - I lost my head.

The baby, she was- - Oh, she was my baby, too!

I know, I know.

I've had police crawling all over this house,

touching everything, going through all our things.

I've been alone while you were off-

I'm sorry.

Lorna, I'm sorry.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

Please, please forgive me.

Just put it on Les's tab.

I don't think so, dear.

- Ah! - What do you think

you're doing, young lady?

Reading the paper.

Squizzy Taylor and his mystery woman.

Common criminals, more like.

There's nothing common about Les.

Let go, you're hurting me.

I think you just picked the wrong pocket, Miss-

Um, Pender.

Well, the pleasure's all mine, Miss Pender.

I'm not a pickpocket,

and I don't know why you keep asking me

about Squizzy Taylor.

Because you called him Les.

I don't understand why a nice girl like you

would know a scoundrel like that.

He's corrupting you.

You enjoy being in the paper, Ida?

I don't look like that.

We put it to you you were there

when Squizzy fired that gun at the constable.

It wasn't Les that fired the gun.

Who was it fired the gun, then?

Was it you, Ida?

Huh?

You'll get 10 years for this.

Who was it?

It was Tank.

Tank?

Albert McDonald.

He's a very intimidating fellow.

He is.

He wanted us to go back

and make sure that we shot the policeman properly.

Poor girl like you

must've been frightened for your life.

When he said, "Dead men tell no tales,"

I thought any one of us could've been next.

- Joe. - Ted.

Bunny.

So?

Haven't done it yet, all right?

If you're not gonna kill him, we want our money back.

- And our gun. - Now, look, I'm gonna do it.

All right, it's just he's, him being on the run's

making it a bit hard to me.

Bloody hell, hey, the jacks haven't even got him yet.

You said you were the bloke for the job.

I am.

We're relying on you, Joe.

Yeah, I'll get it done for you, all right?

Look, if it helps any, apart from shittin', eatin',

and breathin', the two things a bloke needs in this life

is to fuck and drink.

Now, you find out where he does those and you've got him.

Look, he's, he's a dead man, all right?

I can promise yous that.

It's too risky for her here.

Fred, she'll be fine.

Oh, when Taylor finds out what she's done-

She's under lock and key.

Mark my words, he will find a way to get to her.

She needs protection until she testifies.

What are you gonna do, tuck her away in some hotel?

In a hotel somewhere?

What do we do about his big mate in there?

We let him go, but we follow him.

There's a chance he might lead us to Taylor.

What happened to you?

I was followed by the jacks.

You stink like a sheep.

I led 'em through the abattoir.

Listen, I was in lockup last night.

What?

You know Ida's in there.

- Why? - She got arrested.

She gigged us, mate.

No.

I saw her talking to Piggott with my own eyes.

The jacks, they know everything!

She dogged us, and now they've hidden her somewhere.

And if she testifies, you go down for life.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.