All language subtitles for 411 - Jerusalem Revisited-eng

We get in first.

You get her men
before they can get you.

Thanks be to God.

We're gonna crush 'em.

Mate...

Barney!

Long may they burn in hell, eh?

The boyfriend. Give him a new smile.

Hold him!
(SCREAMS)

WALLY: So I went round to his digs.
All his stuff's gone.

Greg, Barney, Bruce...
I need you, Wal.

You need me.

Yeah, well, none of us get
what we want in life.

MAN: Got any words for Kate Leigh?

Yeah - she's a lying so-and-so
and she's got a fat arse!

GUIDO: Visitor's given you
blue balls, has she?

FRANK: At least I've got visitors.

(MEN CLAMOUR)

Kate Leigh doesn't run prostitutes.
She's into sly grog, stolen goods.

Well, it turns out she's selling these.

Where they getting them from?
Find out.

Gentlemen, if Kate Leigh
really is supplying cocaine,

I want her head on a plate.

Are you saying that there's no cocaine
coming in through the ports illegally?

Sir, with all due respect...
Bring me Kate Leigh.

"The worst woman in Sydney."

Get on something
that gives her jail time.

Anything. Just get her off the street.

(THEME MUSIC)

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #

JACQUI JAMES: By early 1930. the
Great Depression was starting to bite.

Men were leaving their families
and going on the wallaby.

the open road, looking for work.

But in Razorhurst. there were still plenty
of punters with pounds in their pockets

looking for sex. sly grog and cocaine.

Tilly Devine made the most of it.

She and Big Jim were raking in
more money than ever before.

which allowed him to indulge
in new hobbies

while she was busy congratulating
herself on being top dog.

For Kate. things weren't quite so rosy.

Her sly grog and cocaine businesses
were ticking over steadily

but they left her far too much time
to think about her empty bed.

Shot of whisky.
Make it quick and make it a double.

Two shillings.

Two bob? I work here!
Not yet you don't!

Next time, say 'please'.

Kate wants you.

Herbert Brown.

My mates call me 'Pal'.

Let's hope that's what we'll be, then.

Pals.

You familiar with
a Packard motor car?

Ain't an automobile in the world
I can't drive.

See, I got this talent for engines -
make 'em purr like a kitten.

I'm looking for more than
a chauffeur, Herb.

I'm looking for a bloke with
guts and brains. Is that you?

Well, let's just say I don't think
you'll be disappointed

in the, uh, performance department.

(LAUGHS) You wanna
get that under control.

People might think you got the DTs.

Now, I pay well, but I expect a lot.

As far as you're concerned, I come first,
second and third. No exceptions.

So, when do I start?
Now. Tonight.

I got some girls supplying snow
and they're running out.

You've got an appointment on the wharf
with a Chinaman.

JACQUI JAMES:
Neither Kate nor Tilly was ready

for the sledgehammer about to
come crashing down on them.

Overnight. life in Razorhurst changed

when the Parliament
passed a vagrancy act

that included the harshest consorting
laws ever seen in a Western democracy.

At long last. Bill Mackay
had something to smile about.

We've finally got the teeth
we've been asking for.

And you, men, are our attack dogs.

When two or more citizens of proven
bad character are seen together,

that's consorting.

Two ex-convicts talking
about the football

or last night's radio quiz,

that's consorting -
haul them in and book them.

Six bookings, we can lock them
away for six months.

MAN: Now we're getting somewhere.
LILLIAN: Just what we need, sir.

(JAUNTY MUSIC)

Hey, fellas.
I'm booking you for consorting.

Get stuffed!

SONG: # The boys light up

# Then the boys light up

# Then the boys light up

# Hey. the boys light up.
light up. light up

# Then the boys light up

# Yes. the boys light up

# Then the boys light up

# Then the boys light up... #

Oh, johnnies! I really love a man
in uniform, don't you, Gwyn?

I don't know. I prefer one out of it.

Very funny, girls.
You're both booked for consorting.

First booking normally got you
a slap on the wrist.

So it was for Nellie and Gwyn.

But Queen Tilly wasn't so lucky.

What's going on here?
These friends of yours, Tilly?

Yeah, course they are. Now get
your filthy stinking hands off them!

Throw in offensive language
and assault police.

and she was looking at
a lengthy custodial sentence.

I didn't risk my life in a flaming war
to have my wife treated like this.

It's bloody un-Australian.
Too fucking right it is!

Now you know - we catch you
or your girls consorting, you're nicked.

This sort of shit you'd expect
from the bloody Bolsheviks!

Fresh out of Long Bay Gaol.

Guido Calletti was back on the streets

and desperate to prove he was
more than just a fruit-and-veg man.

He was desperate to be a player

and desperate to win Nellie Cameron
back to his bed.

G'day, Perce. Oz.

Good to be free men again, eh?

Very nice.

You boys looking for work?

Who's hiring?

I am.
Didn't you used to be a barrow boy?

Yes. Yes. Yes, I did.

If you ever laugh at me again,
I will kill you.

You work for me now.

Order me another beer.

'Scuse me, sir. Got a light?

Enjoy yourself, Percy.
Thanks, boss.

Watch out for the consortos.
Bastards.

Our last girl I'm sure
you're quite familiar with.

What are you doing here?

Buying.

Seen the colour of his money?

Oh.

You never visited me at the Bay.

I make it a rule not to visit prisons.

You visited Frank.

So I hear you're back with him.

I don't like to be alone.

Now you don't have to be.
It's not that simple.

Yeah, it is.

Ladies, gentlemen, tonight's business
is fornication, not conversation.

If you'd be as good as to pick
one of these beautiful ladies...

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'll take her.

(BOTH MOAN)

(RAW PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

(PERCUSSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MAN MOANS)

What's wrong?
Nothing. Nothing.

Don't you want to?

It's not that.

Then what?

Here... I'll kiss it better.

(MOANS)

What?!

It's not like we've got all night.
No.

No. No, we don't.

You're just gonna run back to
your wife and kids as usual.

You don't have to worry about that.
I know.

It makes me feel second-best, Frank.

I won't be second-best.
It makes me feel like a whore.

You are a whore!

Guido Calletti is back in town.

He doesn't have a wife or kids
to be running home to.

Think about that when you
slip in beside Mrs Green later on.

Think about where I might be.

I've had a brilliant idea.
Another one!

A way to shove this consorting shit
right up Bill Mackay's stinking arsehole.

I'm listening.

We go home.

We are home.

No, home home.

England!

It's where we belong.

Don't you see?

Listen, what about the girls?

What about the business?
What about this place?

Oh, we'd keep it all.

With our nous and our money,
London's ripe for the picking.

We could make a big bloody noise.
Imagine it!

I don't think so, sweetheart.
I really don't know.

Look, you just worry about
picking wins, alright?

Leave this to me.

Your Honour, who I know is a fair,

kind and extremely handsome man,

if you could find it in your heart -

your beautiful, generous heart -

to let me off these egregious charges

so that I might return home
to the land of hope and glory,

and see my poor old consumptive mum

who's languishing away
and may be on her last legs,

I would be eternally grateful.

(LAUGHS) What did the old fart say?

He's gonna sleep on it!

So I've been thinking
about this plan of yours.

Oh, you've come round to it, have you?

Come inside and I'll tell you.

Tell me now.

The whole world doesn't have to know
everything we're doing, love.

I ain't embarrassed of us,
even if you are.

I think it's a bonzer idea.

Oh! You gorgeous bloody bastard!

It keeps you out of jail
and keeps you happy.

Oh, happiest girl in the world!

Except things are bad
over there too, love.

This bloody Depression.

But not so bad for them
that's got means, like us.

Except our means comes from
our businesses here.

No reason why they can't keep going.

Except if we both leave, every
two-bit punk with a gun and a blade

will be all over our set-up
like flies on shit.

Not to mention your mate Kate.

So, what are you saying?
I reckon you should go on your own.

No way in the wide world!
I'm not going anywhere without you.

Only for a little while.
No!

Only until I find someone to manage...
No.

Yes!

I'm talking about getting
someone we can trust

with enough muscle
to smack down any challengers.

Then I'll join you.

What about Frank?
No. Not bloody Frank.

Why not? He's loyal.
He's proven he's got the ticker.

No.
Why the fuck not?

Frank's a bloody follower, that's why.
He's not a leader.

Don't worry, I'll find someone.

If the judge says yes, you go
take London by storm, sweetheart.

(SIGHS)

(BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC)

(SINGS) # 30 days in the county jail

# They let me out
and I just wanted to wail

# Some fool tried to hold me down

# I got drunk and ripped up... #

At last Guido had it all.

A new career. beer money in his pocket.

and a gorgeous girl on his arm.

Who could ask for anything more?

Kate wants to see you.

What can I do for you, Kate?

Well, I hear you're
coming up in the world.

No more fruit barrow.
Got yourself a bona fide push.

They're mean, motherless bastards,
every one of them.

They'd follow me through hell.

Who's this?

Herbert Brown, my associate.

Oh, the new driver.

Amongst other things.

Not a patch on Bruce or Wally, Kate.
That's none of your business.

Stick a collar and chain on him,
call him Rover.

Keep a civil tongue in your head, or I'll
kick your arse into Kippax Street myself.

Now... you're here
'cause I'm offering you a job.

What?

I need muscle to protect
my girls selling snow.

Maybe you could provide that.
These blokes of yours - reliable?

They're a bunch of ex-cons.
All they do is rob drunks.

Why don't you piss off, Herbert?

Go outside. Get yourself a drink.

They're solid, Kate.
I hand-picked them myself.

Well, in that case, I'm sure we can come
to a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

Who knows - maybe be
the start of something big.

(CHUCKLES)

There's no reason why you couldn't

make a decent name for yourself
in this town, Guido.

You ever hear tell of an American
gangster, Al Capone?

He's Eye-talian too.

But it didn't stop him.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

JACQUI JAMES: Kate's plan to counter
the consorting laws was simple -

hire a patsy to take the heat.

Fucking wop.

(SHIP'S WHISTLE TOOTS)

One first-class ticket
to London, thanks, duckie.

Only third class available.

It says 'All classes available'.

Third class only...

...Mrs Devine.

My money's as good as anyone's!

Third... class.

(GASPS)

Fucking hell!

If she'd set her mind to it.

Tilly could afford the charges
stacked up against her

or copped it on the chin
and done her jail time.

The truth is no-one was forcing her
to get on that boat.

But like every migrant. returning
triumphant to the land of her birth

was a favourite fantasy.

The land of her birth - England.

Home of everything she held dear.

Not going with the missus?

Rather cut my own leg off.

She gonna miss you.

I'll miss her too, mate.

She'll be right.
Spend some time with her family.

Besides, business won't
run itself now, will it?

Frank and I can keep
an eye on things for you.

I know you boys have only
got our best interests at heart.

(TILLY SINGS) # Shine forth upon

# Our clouded hills

# And was Jerusalem

# Builded here

# Among our dark satanic mills? #

After one last all-night party.

the day of Tilly's departure finally arrived.

Don't get up, you fucking bums.
I'm only leaving the fucking country.

(JIM SPITS AND SIGHS)

You don't sail till noon.
What's the bloody hurry?

We've got a stop to make first.

They're really aching, Ma.
Shh. Stop your complaining.

You're not the first mother to have
sore boosies, and you won't be the last.

There. There you go.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)

That'll be Herbert. Go let him in.

EILEEN: Ma!

Wow!

Isn't this cosy?

I just popped by to say
"Au revoir, mes amies."

Oh, yeah, that's right.

(CHUCKLES)
You're being deported today!

(TITTERS) Hardly!

I'm going back to the seat of
king and country.

I'm the happiest girl on God's earth.

What do you want?

Look, I know you and I have had
our differences, Katie,

but I didn't wanna leave
with any ill will between us.

Plus, you owe me five bob.

And you owe me a fucking dog.

We both know you're the biggest
fucking dog in this town.

You get out of my house.

You stay away from my girls
while I'm gone

or I'll get my Jim to shoot
the rest of your sad and sorry lot.

You get out of my house
before I rearrange your face.

You know why I really came?

'Cause I have everything.

I'm young, I'm rich, I'm beautiful.

And I reckon if I ever come back to
this godforsaken place,

you'll be dead.

So I just want you to know one thing.

I'm the winner.

Come on, Jim. This place
makes me want to vomit.

You're not the winner,
you stupid Pommy cow.

This is my daughter,
and this is my granddaughter.

See, my blood flows through their veins.
They're my legacy.

And what about you?

You're just a barren piece of shit with a
murdering, cheating prick for a husband

and nobody loves you -
nobody even likes you.

Yeah, come on, then. Come on, then!
(SCREAMS) You've got nothing!

Let... let go of me!

SONG: # Is it

# Like catching

# A star?

# Or is it just dark?

# Pointing

# Ahead

# I could almost see

# A little spark

# Stand there

# Stay straight up

# Stay proud... #

Can I help you, miss?

You can give us a kiss
and cuddle, Mum.

Matilda?

Ted? Ted! Guess who's here!

MAN: Who?
Come and see! We're in the parlour!

It's smaller than I remember.

No, it's just the same.
It's you that's gotten bigger.

You saying I'm fat?

No, I'm not saying that.

TED: The parlour?
Must be Father McBride.

What do you want?
MUM: Ted!

Hello, Dad.

Where's all your hair gone?

Himself here with you?

Jim's coming later on.
We're gonna go into business.

Move back here.

Where's Fred?
Not here.

He's at school, love.
You're not taking him.

Dad, I'm back now. We can be a family.
You're not taking our Fred.

He's my son! I'll bloody
take him if I want.

You've still got the old clock, then.

(CHUCKLES) It's your father's
pride and joy, that is.

Craftsmanship.
Don't make 'em like that anymore.

(DOOR OPENS)
ALICE: This'll be him now.

ALICE: There's someone
here to meet you.

Hello, Fred.

Hello, missus.

Don't you know who I am?

Darling,

this is our Matilda.

I'm your mum, Fred.

Ohh! You're so handsome!

Like your daddy.

Go on, come and give us a cuddle.

Mummy's home now.

(BAND PLAYS 'LITTLE BROWN JUG')

Your bloke who's been looking
after my girls on Victoria Street

has been nicked by the consortos.

Now, luckily the girls
managed to scarper.

Do you think this bloke's likely
to cut a deal with the coppers?

No. He'll stay solid.

Well, he'd better.
That's the third time this month.

I ain't paying for
muscle that's not there.

I'll sort something out.

What are you smiling at?

Um... nothing.

It is my educated opinion

that Tilly Devine has ruined
the lives of innocent women

by sending them to work in her brothels.

She is the worst kind of woman -
a filthy, filthy whore

who will burn in the unquenchable fires
of hell for eternity.

Aren't you gonna write that down?

You called me here because you said
you had a cracker story for the paper.

Kate, Tilly Devine's old news.

She's gone, forgotten.

Stories about her were
wrapping last month's fish.

Would a bottle of rum
make it any more interesting?

Two bottles.
Done.

And you can mention I gave 100 quid

to the Mission to Seamen Fund,
just by way of comparison.

When was that?

It'll be this week.
Don't you worry about the details.

Just don't make it sound like
it was me who told you.

Anything else on Tilly?
Something new would be a big help.

Well, the punters know
she ran brothels.

She stole one of my best breeders.

What?

I loaned Tilly Devine a dog
and she never returned it.

The punters love an animal story.

A delicious piece of corned beef, love.
Hate to think what it must have cost.

Did you like it, Fred?

Cat got your tongue?

When your mum asks you a question...
He's shy, love.

ALICE: Give him time.

You could be a total bloody stranger
for all he knows.

Yeah, but I'm not, am I?

I'm his mum!

I gave birth to him.

And I would've taken him with me too,
except you wouldn't let me.

You were too young, dear.
Well, I'm not now.

I've got means.

I've got a beautiful house.

And I'm gonna buy a mansion.

It'll be a palace compared to this dump.

Gonna send him to a good school.

Give him everything his heart desires.

And when his dad gets here,

I'm gonna give him something
he's never had - a proper family.

Never been anything proper about you,
my girl, and I doubt there ever will be.

You fucking prick.

You're not too old to get
the back of my hand!

(SCREAMS) Just fucking try it!

ALICE: Fred!

Fred!

This is short.

Kate says it's all you're worth.

Your boys spend half their time
in Darlo police station...

That's bullshit.

You pocketed the rest.

...instead of looking out for her girls.

That's what she said.

Empty your pockets.

Mate, I'm only the messenger.

Empty your pockets
or I'll cut 'em open.

Look, I'd love to stay
and chew the fat with you boys,

but I've got an important meeting.

Gotta meet me a ching chong Chinaman
down the docks about some snow.

Kate Leigh trying to stiff us?

She wouldn't dare, mate.

Good. I'll have what's owing to me, then.

Coppers.

Six ain't your lucky number, dago.

They're gonna love having you
back out in the Bay.

Word on the street is you've been
providing muscle for Kate Leigh.

Don't believe everything you hear, mate.

You give us something solid
to hang on that drack bitch,

you may just stay a free man.

(SCOFFS) Gentleman's too stupid
to know what's good for him, Detective.

Pity. Can't be a big shot
in a Long Bay jail cell.

Get him outta here.
GUIDO: No, hang on!

JACQUI JAMES:
The crook's classic dilemma -

do I sell my mates down the river
in ex change for a free walk.

or do I cop it sweet and go back to jail?

No-one can know
that this came from me.

Are you sure this is good?
Worth taking a punt.

Calletti's trying to save his own skin.

It's hardly worth betting the farm on it.

If we can nab Kate with a shipment
of cocaine, we can send her away.

Take Sergeant Armfield
and Constable McElroy with you

in case you need to search any females.

Good hunting, lads.

Bloody women! Taking over!

(PHONE RINGS)

Coming!

Constable McElroy,
this is Syd Thompson.

You'll be under him.
G'day.

Edie.
Welcome aboard.

Thanks.

If you ladies are done,
we've got some crooks to catch.

You're making me nervous
with that thing, sunshine.

I'm looking after your security, Kate.

You've a valuable shipment due.

If it bloody gets here.

Herb'd be late for his own funeral.

Maybe he got lost!

Probably chased a cat up a tree.

(DOOR CLOSES)

About bloody time!

It's not my fault. Those Chinese,
they all look the same!

We followed Brown up from the docks.

He went inside about 20 minutes ago
but no-one's come out since.

I'll cover the back lane in case
they make a run for it that way.

Yeah, good.

Safe to assume on recent form
that the bitch is armed.

So we go in with weapons drawn.

Keep your wits about you
and stay with me.

Let's get the evil cow!

KATE: Alright, game's over.

Oh, just my luck. I've got a good hand!

Get this to the girls on Victoria Street.

Police! Nobody move!

Get out of my house, you bastards!
He said...

...don't move.

Nothing.
Where's the snow, arsehole?

As for you... (SPITS)
Mount Kosciuszko?

Hey!
Detective!

Search the bitches!

Get your hands off me!
You don't scare me, Kate. Take her.

You bloody bull dykers!
EILEEN: Ma!

Get your hands off me!
Shut up! Stand still.

Grab it. Don't let it burn.

Detective - cocaine twists.

Tear the place apart!

Kate Leigh, you're under arrest
for the possession of cocaine.

You dirty stinking copper!

(ALL CLAMOUR)

You stinking scum!

Fred Devine,
you get back here right now!

You do not talk to me like that,
young man, alright?

What's going on?

I buy him new clothes, I take him out of
this hideous slum, and what's he do?

He runs back here first chance he gets.

You're not my mother!

And he keeps saying that even though
he knows full well I am!

I hate you!

Fred...

He's only a child!

Huh! About time he started
acting like a man.

There's a letter come for you.

Oh, good.

It'll be from Jim.
It'll say when he's coming.

I bought him a beautiful tie pin
from Harrod's. He's gonna love it.

"Hello, darling. I hope this finds you well.

JIM: "Everything's hunky-dory
here in Sydney Town.

"Oh. the old sack of shit's
in the newspapers again.

"She's had a go at you
in the 'Truth',

"and then she got herself arrested
with a bucketload of snow.

"Business has been somewhat slowed...

"But I've managed to keep
myself and the girls busy.

"and I'm keeping a close eye on
the pennies and pounds.

(MOANS)

"Unfortunately, the slowdown means

"it would be a bad time to
hop on a boat for the old Blighty.

"I know you'll understand.

"and you know how much
I miss having you in my arms.

"Give my love to your mum and dad

"and. of course. our Fred.

"He must be loving
having his mum back.

"Hugs and kisses. sweetheart. Jim."
(MOUTHS WORDS)

(CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY)

Get out.

And don't you ever come back!

Don't you worry, I won't.
I'm going home!

What do you want, Wickham?

You come to gloat?
(CHUCKLES)

(STRIKES MATCH)

So tell me this.

Who shelfed me?

What, you got so many enemies
you can't guess?

Tilly Devine's 12,000 miles away.

Lot of people hate your guts, Kate.

Kind of woman you are.

You know why I hate you?

Because you pretend to be
a God-fearing pillar of the community

but you are nothing but a leech.

Telegram's arrived for the prisoner.

Oh, yeah? Better check to make sure
it don't contain contraband.

Give it here!

Where were you when I needed you?

I can't help you if you don't
answer your bloody phone.

I should get a fucking refund!

While Kate was in custody awaiting trial.
her elderly mother. Charlotte. died.

Kate was allowed to ship
the body to Sydney for burial.

She was granted day release
to attend the funeral.

Hey! This is your great-grandma.
Charlotte.

Her name's Charlotte too. Yeah.

Say "Bye-bye, Great-Grandma."

"Bye-bye!"
(BABY WHIMPERS)

Eileen...
Yeah, Ma.

You know she can't hear you.

Yeah, Ma.

Why don't you go and put on
another pot of tea?

About time we got
this show on the road, eh?

Goodbye, you cruel old bitch.

No. No... it's too soon.

No... (SOBS)

I know... I know she's safe,
dancing with the angels,

but I will miss her so!

No sweeter mother
ever drew breath! (SOBS)

Talk about laying it on with a trowel.

Oh, Mama! (SOBS)

London to a brick she's gonna use this
to go for an adjournment.

Oh, they've got Buckley's.

JACQUI JAMES: But that is
exactly what Kate did

and exactly what Kate got.

She was released on bail
on compassionate grounds.

which meant Tom Wickham was now
one very unhappy copper.

He knew to make the drug charges stick

he was going to have to turn
someone else close to Kate -

closer than Guido Calletti.

Big trouble, Herbert.

I haven't done nothing!

Consorting, mate.
I wasn't with anyone!

Minor detail. Cocaine possession,
however...

Well, lookee-lookee here.
That's a frame-up.

THOMPSON: That's your boss's line.

Don't you come
the high and mighty with me.

You're about as bent as a 9-bob note.

(GRUNTS)

Two ways this can go, Herbert.

Either you give up your boss

or you go for a nice long,
long holiday out at the Bay.

THOMPSON: You know what they do
to good-looking young blokes like you

out in the Bay, don't you, mate?

WICKHAM: Matey, you'll enjoy
playing mummies and daddies.

THOMPSON: You'll be the mummy.

We know you distribute cocaine
for Kate Leigh.

Bullshit!

We saw you down at the docks
the other night, mate.

You led us to her house.

How do you reckon she's gonna feel
when she hears that in court?

Alright.

Second time lucky, eh?

What did he mean
when he said you were bent?

Oh! It's bullshit.

Buying himself some time.

Tom, he was bullshitting.

Look, we just had a major win! Bitch
is gonna do some serious time now.

(CHUCKLES)

Herbert 'Pal' Brown duly testified
against Kate Leigh.

but despite his cooperation.

he still wound up with 15 months
in Long Bay Gaol.

The charges against Kate herself
were dropped

when the cocaine seized from her home

mysteriously vanished from
the police evidence locker.

Fancy that.

Hey, Syd. I own you. Don't you forget it.

(MUTTERS) There's no
bloody justice in the world.

Superintendent Mackay asked me
how you were settling in.

I told him that so far,
you've acquitted yourself admirably.

Thank you.
No need for thanks.

Just keep up the good work.

Here - I thought this might be
of interest to you.

Police Association newsletter.

Of course, they don't want us as
members yet, but, uh...

...that will change.

Mmm.

I can't believe Kate Leigh's
back on the street.

I know. But we don't make the laws
or set the punishments.

Our job is to serve.

Goodnight, Lillian.
Goodnight, Edie.

GUIDO: Good to see you
out and about, Kate.

Is it?

Oh, I'm touched that you're
concerned for my wellbeing.

I'm curious.

How do you think the coppers
got onto our pal Herbert that night?

How'd they know to
follow him from the docks?

Well, the man is a shocking skite.

He probably bragged about his new job
for Kate Leigh in every pub in town.

(LAUGHS) Yeah. Yeah.

So it had nothing to do with you, then?

(SIGHS) I'm allergic to coppers.

(SNIFFS)

You smell distinctly canine to me.

If you're calling me a dog,

you better be able to prove it.

You're sacked, by the way.

Now, you get out of my car

and you piss off back to that fruit barrow,
where you belong.

(ENGINE REVS)

There was no pomp or ceremony
when Tilly arrived home.

She wanted to give hubby Jim
a nice surprise.

(SIGHS) How does it feel to have
the sun shine on your face, eh?

To Maroubra, thanks, duckie.

Can't wait to feel my
big man's arms around me!

(PANTS AND MOANS)

TILLY: Jim!

Surprise! I'm home!

Jim?

(BOTH MOAN)
Oh!

Get off me, get off me,
get off me, get off me! Jesus!

(JIM GASPS)

Fuck's sake.
G'day, love. What are you doing here?

I live here. Who the fuck is this slut?

Phyllis here just helps out...

Get the fuck outta my house
before I cut your fucking tits off!

She just helps out around the place!
Does a bit of cooking and cleaning.

Oh, yeah! And polishing
your fucking knob!

Talk to me like that! You wanna watch it!

Ow!
Fucking shit!

You piece of shit! I'll fucking kill you!

Not if I kill you first!

Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!

The bastard's trying to
fucking murder me!

Bitch!

Tilly...

(THEME MUSIC)

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #