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Where is the little maggot?

Why don't you ask Miss Ida Pender?

You're mad. You're mad too.

You're a good woman, Mrs Taylor,

and he doesn't deserve your loyalty.

Good day, Mr Bruce.

Don't tell me you've forgotten old Richard Buckley?

Angus Murray sent me. I want some work.

He did favours for you, did he?

Yeah.

Fair few quid in it

for the bloke who gives this a happy ending.

This is from the brothers Whiting.

I want to start back pulling jobs.

Firstly, I've got a little pain in my leg

that I want to go away.

Mate. You're looking good, Gus.

You look prince as always.

Hey, God has smiled upon me.

God has, has he?

Yeah. The grand architect, no less.

I am now gainfully employed as clerk to the chief warden.

Got my own cell, access to the library...

Seems I'm not going to be star of the screen anymore.

It's all turned to shit for some reasons that fucking defy logic.

Sorry to hear that.

So I'm back to doing what I do best.

Got an idea to pull a couple of high-end jobs.

Power to you.

You're on the team, Gus.

I'm in jail.

Not for much longer, mate.

We're going to bust you out.

Ah, now, Les, look. I'm in a great place, mate.

The next five years will be like a holiday for me.

It wasn't God who got you that job, mate. It was me.

Oh, and, mate, you're working for the chief warden.

Surely the least they can give you

is a nice new pair of shoes, right?

You take care of yourself, Gus.

Oh, God.

It would take over a week

working through the night

for Angus Murray to cut his way to freedom.

It's a girl. Oh, it's a baby girl.

Yes. Yes. Here she is.

Here she is.

Yes. Oh!

Beautiful little Lesley.

This will bring him back. He loves his girls.

It's a baby girl. Good news.

Her name's Lesley. You go tell him.

Oh.

Well, where the fuck have you been?

Yeah, Les said 5:00 on the knuckle.

Lorna's had a girl.

Oh, really? Who's the father?

Well, she's calling it Lesley, so I guess...

Gus is ready. Tonight's the night.

Let's go.

Les, you've got a daughter.

I said let's fucking go.

Someone die and make you head clam?

I will go when I want to go.

Ooh.

The clock's ticking, Tank.

See you at the party.

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I need a top up. Come on.

I want to make a toast to friendship, right,

'cause friends are the most important things you can have,

right, in good times and in bad.

And, Gus, I am your friend and I think that makes you

just about the luckiest bastard alive.

So get down and kiss my feet.

- No, no, no. - Gus, get down.

No, no. No, no. No, no.

Charlie, let's get a photo.

No, hang on. Hey, Dick, just wait.

I want the original Bourke Street Rats.

Smile at the birdie.

What's going on here? Hey?

You are about to go to fucking heaven.

How much is she costing me?

Well, you said you wanted the best.

Ides, not in front of the kids. It's not ladylike.

Well, if you want them here, they better get used to it.

What's a man to do? Hey, show Gus his digs.

Ooh.

Just like old times.

Yeah.

Good times.

That's all in the past now, Richard.

Doesn't have to be, not to my way of thinking.

I protect you, remember?

I settled my debt with you.

What happened there stays there.

Oh, I see.

So you think just because you're out they won't pass you around?

What do you think this is?

The only difference between those people and everyone else

is that they smile while they fuck you.

They're my friends out there. They just broke me out.

Now, alls I have to do is cause one scene and you're gone.

So go on, old mate. Give it a crack.

Let's see how long you last.

We'll see about that.

Hey, I feel for her,

poor Ida, surrounded by all of us awful fellows.

Perhaps I should find some other accommodation.

Fuck off.

This is my house and I like having my mates around me.

Now, Hawthorn branch of the Commercial Bank.

It's on Burwood Road

and the manager there's a bloke named Berriman.

And every Monday at 11:00 on the dot

he does a run in to head office

with all the surplus notes and the mutes.

What are mutes?

Mutilated notes. They go to Treasury for destruction.

You can set your watch by this bloke.

11:00 he leaves the branch.

11:13 he's on the train to the city

and he carries the money in a brown case.

How much are we talking? Oh, I don't know exactly.

Who the fuck ate all the eggs?

Oh. Oh, shit.

But he's the manager and he does the run himself,

so it's more than he trusts anybody else with.

You sure you got the balls for this? If not, tell me now.

You and Dick, you got to get him before he gets to the station.

Mr Berriman. Arthur will come to you soon with a big idea.

Tank's going to have the car waiting for you on Burwood Road.

I take it he goes armed?

Maybe. You'll be so quick he won't have time to go for it.

And have a good day.

He's a soft target.

I can take that for you.

Let go.

I said give me the case. I said give me the case.

Why would you shoot him? Why would you shoot him?

That's how it's done.

Oh. So it went well?

The bank manager was shot.

The fuck wouldn't hand it over.

Angus wasn't up to taking it from him so I...

If you'd helped, there would have been no need to shoot him.

Well, did you kill him or what?

Who cares? We got the money.

It brings attention we don't need, Dick.

Look, I did what had to be done because he couldn't do it.

Well, there's an incinerator out the back.

Go burn your clothes and that.

And then I want you to piss off for a few days, Dick.

I can't work with him.

You brought him here, Gus.

Remember that.

There is no way Dick would have needed to shoot.

You weren't there.

Morning.

Afternoon. God, you look awful.

Yeah, I was sick in the chamber-pot.

Do you know if we've got any Aspro?

I don't know. Go check in the bathroom.

Get a plate of the right of way down at the Burwood Road

and make sure you get a view from the platform.

Thank you.

Afternoon, Fred. I thought Brophy had this one.

Oh, that's right. I'm just here to make him uncomfortable.

There you are, you slack bugger.

What took you so long?

Well, I had to catch the tram

as my Monday car was otherwise mysteriously engaged.

You don't expect me to catch public transport, do you?

Was the bank manager able to make a statement?

Oh, thorough descriptions of two men.

We have a shopkeep on Burwood Road,

says that he saw two men getting into a Hudson.

Who do we know that drives a Hudson?

- Taylor? - Mmm.

Seems you've been getting friendly with Taylor's wife.

I've heard it about, not very much of it kind.

Not from me, Jim.

Whatever's been said in that regard

is completely without foundation.

Good thing too. Reputation's everything.

Advice you'd do well to follow, Mr Brophy.

Calm down, gentlemen.

I was going to congratulate you

on cultivating the relationship.

Estranged they may be,

but it offers us a weak point to exploit,

and that's the aim of the relationship, isn't it?

Of course.

After you.

Mrs Taylor, you're looking less pregnant

than when I saw you last.

Yes, the baby's come.

That's very good news.

My wife's a knitter. She wanted you to have this.

Thank your wife for me.

She thought cream would be a safe bet,

not knowing if it was a boy or girl.

A girl.

That's wonderful.

Mrs Taylor, any chance you might know

where I could find your husband?

A little matter I need to discuss with him.

No, and I don't know where he keeps himself these days.

Sure. Sure.

Sweetheart, little Lesley's ready for a feed now.

Hello, Mrs Taylor. This is the little one, is it?

Yes, it's Lesley.

After her father. Goodness.

Well, it's just as good for a girl. And who are you?

James Bruce.

Policeman.

She's a lovely-looking girl. Best to you.

Are these from him?

His wife made them.

Don't mistake that for kindness. He wants something.

At least he's interested.

While the good citizens of Melbourne

spent their day of rest at church,

Squizzy made the most of the empty streets,

breaking into a major city bank,

all for the purposes of revenge.

It's not real. It's just for show.

I know that.

The cops are gonna ask you who you saw

and I need you to describe these two ugly pricks,

Ted and Bunny Whiting.

They'll put you in front of them and you say, "Yes, Constable.

"I could never forget those faces,"

'cause if you don't, I will make sure

you die choking on your cock.

If you have any doubts, and I know you will,

you just think of your cock

being shoved down the back of your throat.

You'll know what to do.

You know what? Here's a little extra for being Lord's day.

- Solid bloody lead. - Yeah.

For once I wish Buckley was here.

Well, I can't help that he doesn't work Sundays.

You know what, I'm going to make a quick phone call

and then I say we take the day.

I'm going to enjoy shoving it up those Whitings.

They put lead in me. I put lead in them.

Oh, the symmetry of it.

Oh, the sun, the sun.

They're still going on about that shooting robbery.

Yeah. "Impeccable planning and a real professional job."

I mean, that's pretty accurate.

That poor bank manager.

Hardly would have made the papers if the bugger didn't get shot.

I reckon we should send Buckley on his way.

He's not worth the trouble. Hear, hear.

No, no, no. Buckley's staying with us, alright?

He's got his faults but he's the best enforcer in town

and he's better in our tent than anyone else's.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

You boys talking shop bores me silly.

Oh, yep. I quite like the sound of that.

Come on!

Come on, Tank.

Do you ever think about June?

Hmm?

Your little girl.

What are you asking me that for?

'Cause she's a part of who you are.

I bet you must think about her all the time.

Did you enjoy being a dad?

If this is you saying you want to have kids,

I'm going to start wearing double-layer frangers.

It's not happening.

I didn't say that. Well, what are you saying?

Well, I don't know. I just...

There's some things about you I'd quite like to know.

Well, what? Why?

Because I'm interested. Is that so fucked up?

I was a great dad and I miss my dead daughter.

Add that to the shit you know about me.

I was just asking. Well I don't want to talk about it. It's shit.

Police! Don't anybody try to leave.

Stay where you are.

Leslie Taylor, Ida Pender, you're under arrest.

What? What the hell for?

Harbouring a fugitive for one.

And a little matter of robbery in Hawthorn.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

That would be one Angus Murray, by the looks of it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Out you get.

- Are you joking me? - Come on, you.

Hey, let me get my fucking clothes on.

You can get dressed outside.

Miss Pender, I'll allow you some privacy to get dressed.

We'll be waiting in the hallway.

Everything's gonna be alright, Gus.

What are you on about?

We're going to be bailed any minute now, Ida.

I know.

Good thing that bank manager didn't cark it,

otherwise you'd be royally fucked.

Yeah, quite a boon there.

Jesus, Ida, stop it. Come on. We're going to be fine.

I'm having a baby.

Oh, um, congratulations. Well done to you both.

Um, Ida, my darling, if I may be so bold,

I think Les will make an excellent father.

In jail. We're both gonna be in bloody jail.

No, no, no. I'm gonna get us out of here, sweetheart.

Of course, you didn't know I was on the run,

so they couldn't possibly get you for harbouring a fugitive.

Right? See? Did you hear? We didn't know.

We just took in an old friend, right?

We didn't know he'd just escaped prison.

- Yeah. - Silly me.

- I should have said something. - Said what, Murray?

Time for a chat, Taylor.

Miss Pender, you're coming with us.

What are you talking to her for?

Let's go.

Hang on, hang on. You go easy on her. She's in the family way.

Really? Oi, get your hands off her.

Hey, Ida, we're good, alright?

Talk to you later, Taylor.

Les had been out and he brought Angus back with him.

They ran into each other at the pub, I think.

So Murray just turned up on your doorstep?

Yeah. Tuesday afternoon. I was home with a head cold.

Can I get a smoke? No.

I'd just taken a teacake out of the oven,

so we all sat down together and ate that.

How about your lady friend? Was she with you?

Out. Dress shopping.

I'd no idea he was a criminal.

Seems to be all she does, spend my money.

Your fortune's changing, Taylor. They always do with you lot.

Oh, well, lucky for me

I've got a guardian angel looking over my shoulder.

Well, it wasn't a guardian angel

looking over your back fence

when Murray and Dick Buckley were burning their suits

and the good bank manager's case.

Well, someone needs their eyes checked.

You're having a baby?

Yes. I am.

Beautiful thing, children. I've got three myself, all girls.

Your Mr Taylor, he already has a little one, doesn't he?

To his wife. No, he HAD a baby girl.

She died.

Oh, no, no. Not that one.

His wife just gave birth to another girl,

calling her Lesley, of all things.

Wouldn't be more than two weeks ago.

He must have been a very busy boy that time on the run.

Squizzy and Ida were bailed

on the charge of harbouring fugitive Angus Murray,

with Squizzy carrying the additional charge

of accessory to the robbery and attempted murder

of bank manager Thomas Berriman.

Has Buckley raised his head yet?

He's up in the tower.

Oh. Well, tell him to stay there.

You didn't mention you had another kid.

Mr Bruce told me.

How's that any of his business?

When were you going to say something?

What difference does that make? I'm not with Lorna anymore.

'Cause you were fucking her when you were fucking me.

She's still my wife. You're with me now.

Oh, Ida, please. Calm down, alright?

That's all behind me.

Oh, it's as easy as that, is it?

Just fuck off.

When you've calmed down, we'll talk.

He won't see sunrise and you'll hang for this.

Detective Piggott was right.

The bank manager, Berriman, died

just before dawn the following day.

Harbouring.

We'll argue you weren't aware Angus Murray was a fugitive.

The fact that Ida and your statements

contradict each other will be a bit of a...

She's up the duff. Her memory's fuzzy.

Excellent. Accessory to robbery and murder.

To some degree that depends on how I fare with Murray's case.

But we'll see how we go.

You're representing him?

Yes.

I asked him to.

Yip-tee-do.

I don't know how deep his pockets are, though.

You might be doing it gratis.

You want me to foot the bill?

I can't even afford this fucker myself.

I'll put in. With what?

Are you going to sell your fucking clock collection?

If I have to, yes.

Henry?

Well, it's not really my problem, mate.

No. All the Eugenes in the world couldn't get him off.

Alright? It's just good money for bad.

Oh, right. Just like that you're going to ditch him?

Come on, Tank.

Walk away.

Don't be surprised if he gigs you.

He wouldn't. Why wouldn't he?

Huh? What he's looking at.

Good one, Tank. Appeal to his self-interest.

Oh, fuck off, Henry.

What? Am I expected to pay for Buckley when they get him?

If they get him.

♪ Men of Harlech in the hollow... ♪

Shut up, Gorman.

Hey.

God. Ides, not even a pig lies in its own sick.

You were trying to kill it.

Yeah. Why?

'Cause you don't want it.

What do you want?

You.

And you don't want anything to stand in your way.

Don't kill it.

I want to be the one to do it.

Nah, it's my mess.

Hey, Les.

It's a good choice coming here, Rich.

Nice place to disappear.

You alright, Rich?

No.

Oh, fuck.

- Who the hell is that? - Nobody.

He stopped breathing. He stopped breathing.

Who else did you bring here? Only him.

But I couldn't let him leave, could I?

This never happened.

There's a steamer leaving for Sydney tonight.

You're going to be on it. Yeah.

But you're never coming back

'cause if you set foot in Melbourne again,

I'm going to make it known far and wide who you are.

Now clean up your mess.

All I wanted were the old days back,

just the three of us again.

But instead we're down here digging holes for dead bumboys.

Yeah, life can be funny that way.

You're not wrong.

Hurry up, Rich. You're going to miss your boat.

Gus isn't getting off, is he?

Not a chance.

Even if he does, he's stuffed anyway.

Between hard labour and what the Whitings will have in store for him,

he's better off hanging.

Well, then, let's bust him out, then.

It's cheaper than forking out

all that money to Eugene Gorman.

Be the stuff of legends, busting him out twice.

Angus Murray, snatched from the hangman's noose.

Now, that is a headline.

Could be done.

What?

Nothing.

This is Gleeson.

G'day, Mr Taylor.

Now, we've talked Johnno through it.

It sounds very interesting. It's a great honour.

Great. Well, let's get some beers.

I've got Johnno doing Murray's section on Sundays.

Yeah, you've really done your homework.

It's a good plan. Oh, good.

Hey, Squizzy. You're Squizzy Taylor.

Look, after it's all gone down

there's gonna be a lot of pressure on you fellas, right, a lot of questions asked.

You can handle that?

- Yeah. - Hey, Squizzy!

Excuse me.

Say that one more time.

Everything alright?

It's fine.

Why don't you finish up and fuck off somewhere else?

Les. Les.

I don't mean to interrupt your business, Leslie,

but you have a wife and baby that needs you.

Rosie.

Don't disobey your mum, little man.

What did I tell you?

Maybe I'll take mumsy out back and give her one.

You stupid fuck. That's my mother.

Come on.

An awful man to say such a thing.

I know. You are a father.

Now, you be one.

Best you stay away from places like this. It's a bad element.

Is he dying? He's alright.

We've got to go. He's not good, mate.

Here. Let me.

My little sweetheart of sweethearts.

Did you see Les?

Oh, yes. He promised to come.

When? Well, soon.

His job at the track - new responsibilities.

He's been very busy. Yes. He's very important there now.

He said that?

A month after his daughter's birth?

He's not coming.

Rosie? Yes, dear?

He's not coming.

Well, yes. He knows his responsibilities.

But he's putting us on the street.

He wouldn't do that. He's selling it from under us.

Come on. You saw the letter from the bank.

You know, Lorna, something to consider -

a little less salt, a little more sugar,

and you might see more of him.

Leave.

Go.

Squizzy was arrested

as a conspirator in the attempted breakout.

In predictable fashion, he would make bail,

but he was now fighting

a mounting avalanche of legal troubles

that threatened to swallow him whole.

As for Angus Murray,

his case reached its inevitable conclusion.

In sentencing, it is the determination of this court

that you be hanged by the neck until you are dead.

Oh, well.

You did your best. I'll always be grateful for that.

It should be that Buckley gone.

Yeah.

Well, if you ever see him, punch him in the nose for me.

Yeah, I'll do more than that.

Now, I haven't got much in the way of possessions,

but I want you to have all my books.

You have to read them, though.

Every word.

I'll even keep a dictionary handy for the big ones.

That would mean a lot to me.

You've been a good friend.

You too.

I'm so scared, Albert.

You should leave some room for the baby.

Do you think I'm fat?

You haven't been in to see Gus.

Hello, Tank.

He went and saw him.

Is that what he told you, did he?

I did everything I could for him.

Only to save your own skin.

It wasn't out of friendship or generosity.

I'll go see him.

They're hanging him tomorrow.

I would have followed you anywhere, Les.

Anywhere.

But you don't give a fuck about anyone but yourself.

You are shit.

Don't come looking for me now.

Tank.

Tank!

You said you went and saw him.

Hello, Lorna.

Hello.

Where is she?

Wait here.

You'll never know her

and I'll make sure she never knows you.

I won't let you ruin her

like you do with everything you touch.

You should be happy. You're free.

I've never done anything in my life

to justify the extreme penalty being passed on me.

I've forgiven all who have acted against me...

..and I hope all I have injured will try and forgive me.

1927 was a pretty shitty year for Squizzy Taylor.

Mind you, 1924 wasn't a whole lot better.

In April '24,

he'd lost his second-best mate, Angus Murray,

to the hangman's noose,

and even worse, his very best mate and right-hand man

Albert 'Tankbuster' McDonald

had turned his back on Squizzy for good.

In fact, all things considered,

1924 was turning out to be an annus horribilis

for the Little General.

Hey, fellas.

Here. This is for your mother. You look like you need a feed.

And it's not for gin.

Cripes.

You know what? Here. Take the lot.

Cripes! Thanks.

You are shit.

Go get help!

Is she alive?

Someone get a doctor!

Court today.

I should be a divorced man by dinnertime.

What?

Shit. Was it you?

Who says it was me?

The tram driver spotted your car making a fast getaway.

Yeah, of course he did.

Every crime in Melbourne

Squizzy Taylor gets the blame for.

How come the Hudson's got a broken headlamp, then?

Are you accusing me of killing that poor girl?

♪

- Did you? - Of course, I didn't.

How can I sleep at night, if I did something like that?

What's sort of man do you think I am?

Rights, I'm that sort of man. No one's to marry my best girl.

Just a soon as the judge accusing me all clear.

Just hopefully did I.

You promise?

Something old, something new,

something borrowed, something blue

and a silver sixpence in you shoe.

But if someone asks,

I was with you that day.

We went to the races, didn't get home till late.

Did we back any winners?

That's my girl.

I could clear to creancier,

that the marriage be dissolved

by reason that the said Joseph Theodore Leslie Taylor

did desert his wife

and did commit adultery

on far too many occasions to list here and now.

Amen.

No hard feelings, Lorn?

Pay me the £3 a week maintenance you owe

and we'll see.

Uh, £2 10s a week.

10 pound a month, he said. That's £2 10s a week.

How's little Lesley? Patsy.

I've changed her name to Patsy.

Patsy? Mm-hm.

Ides, come on. Get a wriggle on.

Isn't it bad luck for the groom

to see the wedding dress before the wedding?

Well, I count my good luck every time I see your pretty face.

You remember when we first met?

Les.

Apologies, Mr Taylor.

I am Lady Margaret Stanley's chauffeur.

Her Ladyship desires a word with you.

Sorry, Lady...?

Governor Arthur Stanley's wife.

Former Governor Stanley, that is.

About what?

I couldn't say, sir. I am but a humble spear carrier.

Well, we were just on our way to the church to get hitched.

Do me a favour, mate.

She gets awfully bloody cranky when people say no.

Thank you for coming, Leslie.

May I call you Leslie?

Well, if I can call you Margaret.

Mrs Stanley will do nicely.

Would you look at something for me?

Thank you.

It's a scrapbook.

I've got one exactly the same

with all my articles ever written.

Yes, I've been following your... career.

Look at this - the Kilpatricks jewellery job.

When I think of the planning that went into it,

the imagination...

Yeah, that was good, very good.

But imagine if you tackled a legitimate career

with the same verve and vigour.

Yeah, I'd just be like all the other bloody mugs in the street.

Excuse my French.

You could be wealthy and admired

for all the right reasons.

Well, I'm sorry, darling,

but I wasn't born with a silver spoon in me gob, alright?

I... I'm sorry, but why are you wasting your time on me for?

We've lost too many young men.

I don't want you to be one of them.

Right, I get it.

So this is your good deed for the day, is it?

You're bored with the starving kids in India, are ya?

I'm late for me wedding.

Let me drive you.

Mmm, I could lie here forever.

Sydney.

What?

The city.

We should move north.

Why?

Oh, to make a new start.

Do you mean do something straight?

Well, the jacks don't know us up there.

The town's ripe for the picking.

Plus, all the gangsters up there are sheilas.

Never. Yeah, I read all about it.

It's... it's pussy town up there, soft as butter.

We could be running that joint inside six months.

What do you reckon?

Where you go, I go.

First I gotta get off

this bloody harbouring a fugitive charge.

I really wish that bank manager hadn't died.

Oh, it's the jury. That's the key.

Gotta get them to see my point of view.

I mean, what sort of bloke would turn down a mate

when he needs some shelter?

Do you miss Angus?

Before the murder of bank manager Mr T.R.V.

Berriman was committed...

You can't be serious.

You gave me an iron-clad guarantee

my fee would be paid in advance.

Well, I'm just a little short this week, Eugene.

Oh, how droll. How very droll.

Mr Gorman!

Mr Taylor has elected

to dispense with my services, Your Honour.

Good day to you all.

I'll be representing meself, Your Honour...

..may that please the court.

Gentlemen of the jury, friends,

I am entirely innocent of these outrageous charges.

This is an ongoing and false police conspiracy against me.

That's all it is.

Not now, Mr Taylor.

You know what? Mateship is at the heart of this.

Shut up, sit down and wait your turn!

Squizzy hadn't done serious jail time

since he was a kid.

He was famous for his ability to wriggle out of custody.

So he didn't waste a single second

imagining this time would be any different.

All rise.

Let's get this over with. Taylor, on your feet.

How say you? Is the defendant guilty or not guilty?

Guilty as charged.

No.

- No... - No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

That's absurd. I'm an innocent man!

Your time has run out at last, Squizzy Taylor.

Take him down. I'm an innocent man, Your Honour!

- That's ridiculous! - No! No!

You can't do this!

Ohh!

This woman is in labour!

Squizzy Taylor's luck had run dry.

Convicted of harbouring the murderer Angus Murray,

he was sentenced to six months hard labour

in Victoria's harshest prison,

Pentridge - another word for hell.

"My dearest love,

"I'm happy to say our beautiful baby daughter

"arrived safely after all the rumpus in the courtroom.

"I call her Gloria

"and she is truly the loveliest creature in all of God's earth.

"Be strong, my love."

"Dear Ida, don't fret on my account.

"I am healthy and well

"and looking forward to being reunited with you one day soon.

"PS, tell everyone I'm doing just fine.

"Tell them all."

Who knows what outrages Squizzy suffered

at the hands of his enemies in the months that followed?

He was alone and had no protection

so it doesn't take too much imagination.

What do you want?

You don't look so pretty, Les.

I'm having the time of me life.

Is this part of the, uh...

..the happy future you mapped out for yourself, is it?

But you're lucky. You're gonna be out in a few months.

Next time it'll be five years.

It doesn't have to be like that, Les.

You could walk away from here and never come back

if you're smart.

And I've known you since you were a kid.

I know you're smart.

You got kids. You got two beautiful little daughters.

You wanna see them grow up, don't ya?

Hard labour doesn't mean I have to listen to this shit.

Leslie was bottle-fed. Didn't do him any harm.

Do you want to go and sit with Grandma?

Are you, um, able to burp her?

Well, what are you doing?

Where are you going? I just need some air.

I lock up at seven!

G'day, mate.

Drive me to the nearest pub.

Your mum reckons I'm to take you straight home to her joint.

Who's the fucking boss here?

Righto, Les, whatever you say.

Les is dead.

Call me Squizzy.

Come on. One here. I want one.

What are you going to do with yourself?

I don't know.

Go back to the racecourse?

Don't know.

I expected better from you.

Why don't you learn an honest trade like your father's?

Ma, drop it.

Look, you're never too old to learn, you're never too old to change.

Ma, drop it! Alright, fine.

I'll speak with you in the morning, when you're sensible.

Sorry, kid.

How is she?

I'm not a kid. I'm your wife.

She's fine.

She needs to be baptised, though,

and she needs her father around.

I don't want you going back to prison. Promise me.

Oh, I'm not going back there. I'm never going back there.

"Dearest Ida,

"the moment I first saw you, I was yours.

"That night at Henry Stokes's club

"my heart skipped a beat..."

Ida, you fucking little whore!

So whilst I'm locked away, you go out and play?

We had a dance and a drink and George took a liking to me.

George?! Jesus Christ. How long have you been fucking him?

I haven't been fucking him!

Then why did you keep his fucking letters?

Oh, I don't know. 'Cause he told me I was pretty.

That's only for me to say, you fucking little slut.

How dare you, you despicable man!

How dare you strike a woman!

My God, how did I bring up

such a vicious little bully like you?

Hold onto your hats, gents. Squizzy Taylor's gone straight.

Bullshit.

He's bought a barber shop. A barber shop?

It's gotta be a front.

Well, let's keep a close eye on him.

A wrong move and... Huh.

Be very careful, Les.

You just hold still.

Cut my throat, I'll never forgive you.

Oh, you bloody idiot!

Hey, no need to be rude now, Henry.

Mate, that's... that's on the house.

No, no, no.

Good luck. You're gonna need it.

Lady Stanley.

Sorry, I only do gentlemen. Even that's a bit beyond me.

I've always wanted to try out one of these.

Oh, well, then I'll give you a ride.

Ahh.

What does a straight razor feel like?

Surely it must hurt.

Why don't you hold very still?

Thanks for popping in.

I...I wanted to say

I'm proud of what you're doing, Les.

That's why I came.

And to give you this.

It's a cigarette lighter -

A small gesture to say keep it up.

I know it's not easy to change.

Thank you...

..Margaret.

This is it. You're welcome to stay as long as you like.

Oh thanks, Dolly. You're a brick.

Well, it might get a bit noisy when I got customers,

but bang on the floor with a shoe.

I'll just tell them it's me husband up here

writing his life story.

Hey, thanks, Doll.

You never deserved a shit like me.

No.

Are you really going straight?

I owe it to the girls.

Well, don't do nothing to hurt them.

You'll have to answer to me.

Squizzy Taylor, you sly little shit.

Long Harry.

Relax. You don't need a weapon.

What are you doing back in Melbourne?

Business. Business?

Yes.

In fact, I thought we might do some business together.

I'm out of your business, Harry. I cut hair now.

It does make a change from diluting liquor, I suppose.

You know what this is, Les?

Cocaine. You can buy it over the counter at any chemist.

Correct, but not for much longer.

You see, the government's gonna outlaw it any day now.

You know what happens when they do?

The price will go up. Through the roof.

I have got myself a steady supply in Sydney -

contacts on the wharves.

I am going to distribute down here.

That's where you come in.

No, I'm not in this anymore, Harry. I'm out.

It's good to see you.

It's a sort of stew.

I used the last of the corned beef

and some brussels sprouts that Dolly gave me

and a dollop of Vegemite for flavour.

Oh, it looks lovely, darl. Thank you.

Les, if we save hard and watch our pennies...

What?

We can afford a flat...

..with a separate kitchen and an inside lavatory.

Yes, something to look forward to.

I'm really proud of what you're doing.

I mean it.

When was the last time I told you I love you?

Will you do something for me?

For your daughter?

Anything.

Throw away your gun.

Squizzy Taylor's good intentions to go straight

couldn't last.

He was sick of being a mug.

He just wasn't made for the square-head life.

You've lost a pound or two, sir.

Yeah, I'm down to me fighting weight.

Just so.

Long Harry Slater

had made Squizzy an offer too good to refuse.

No surprise, he grasped it in both hands,

plunged headfirst into the cocaine trade

and embraced his destiny.

Mate, Harry's on the warpath.

Oh, pfft! Who gives a fucking shit?

You should, you little prick!

Have you forgotten our agreement? Have ya, Leslie?

Net profit split 60-40 my way.

Which I'm sticking to like shit on a blanket.

Right, so how do you explain the fact

that I'm shipping more and more gear down here every month

and you're putting less and less in me pocket?

Overheads, Harry.

The cost of doing business in the big city's gone up.

I told you, do not stiff me.

You don't get a third warning, Leslie.

Do you remember me?

Slater. You do. I'm touched.

Now remember this, Stokes.

That mongrel terrier of yours gyps me again,

I am going to come after the both of you.

This time you're not gonna walk away.

Don't you threaten me, you bloody pissant.

That is not a threat, Stokes.

That's a deadset fucking guarantee.

Keep him in line.

Taylor's been out on his own.

I've had nothing to do with him since he went to jail.

Thanks, Charlie.

So what do you reckon, love, hey?

Home sweet home. We're gonna be happy here.

Do you promise?

Promise.

I think we should get a dog. Or do you reckon a cat?

Maybe a pony.

You just be careful, OK?

There's nothing to worry your pretty head about.

Well, then, what's he doing here?

A moment of your valuable time, Mr Taylor.

Just go in. Mrs Taylor.

Go in with Mummy, hmm?

Let's go in.

What are you doing here?

You had a chance to do the right thing.

You made a good start of it with your barber shop and that.

That took guts, Les. I respected you for that.

What's all this bullshit about?

I'm a businessman.

Bullshit.

You're on thin ice!

"Dear Sir, I feel I must bring to your attention

"the unsatisfactory conduct

"of this city's senior police detectives.

"I speak, of course, of Messrs Brophy and Piggott..."

"..who falsely accused me of involvement I the cocaine trade.

"I can only presume they are creating a smokescreen

"to cover their own nefarious activities.

"Yours most sincerely, Leslie 'Squizzy' Taylor, Esquire."

That's straight-out libellous.

Clever. He's just nobbled any future jury.

We're the real villains.

It says so here in the newspaper in black and white.

It's a lie, James.

The little blighter's out of control. He needs to be stopped.

Permanently.

Give me your wallet! Fuck off! Give me your wallet now!

Go!

That was you, wasn't it?!

You don't come down here... Do you wanna get yourself killed?

Your place is at home with... What about us, Les?

What about us? You go back to jail and what happens to us?

You do as you're bloody told! Drive her home now.

Don't you dare treat me like Lorna!

Jesus Christ.

The stuff that comes out of that woman's mouth.

I treat her like a fucking queen and she talks to me like that.

Ahh!

Hey, Billy, I want 50 to win - number four in the plate.

Oh, you're gonna send me broke, Squizzy.

Oh, well, you can suck my dick.

Snowy Cutmore.

You thought I was dead, didn't ya?

I oughta be,

except our old mate Tankbuster turns out to be a decent cove.

Never had the stomach to do your own dirty work.

Hey, hey.

Get out of my way. Hey.

You should have done it yourself, mate,

made sure I was good and dead....

..because the only reason I've come back to Melbourne

is to return the favour.

Enjoy every breath, mate.

Could be your last.

I don't mind living in a cold-water flat.

I don't mind what happens as long as I'm with you.

When was the last time I told you I love ya?

Don't go.

I have to.

Stay here with me.

Nah.

I gotta go see a mate.

Please.

Nah.

It's gotta be now.

And everyone has to know it was Squizzy Taylor.

On the morning of October 27, 1927,

Squizzy Taylor made the worst decision

of his short, brutal life.

He decided to go looking for Snowy Cutmore

to kill him before Snowy had a chance to get in first.

But it was more than self-preservation.

He was making a statement to the world -

"I'm back, and I can deal with anyone who gets in my way."

Sometime that afternoon,

Squizzy found Snowy at his mother's house.

As luck would have it,

Snowy was ill with a heavy dose of the flu.

Bless you.

Tankbuster just postponed the inevitable, mate.

Squizz, please.

Give me a chance.

A chance to do what? Kiss my arse?

We're mates.

We used to be.

I loved you once.

Squizzy was shot four times.

That's beyond debate.

But was it really Snowy Cutmore who fired those shots?

Well, the coroner of the day returned an open verdict.

In the decades since,

several alternative scenarios have been proposed.

Bless you.

Tankbuster just postponed the inevitable, mate.

Squizz.

Give me a chance.

What are you waiting for?

The gun was found in the lane behind the house,

which some say supports the vengeful mother theory.

But there's another, more sinister, scenario -

that someone else was present that day,

a third party who wanted to see

the last of both Squizzy and Snowy,

took advantage of their feud

and brought a hired gun down from Sydney

to help things along.

Bless you.

What are you waiting for?

Which one are you, Stiffy or Mo?

Sorry, Mum.

But if there was another gunman involved,

who hired him?

There's nothing new in crims ganging up on other crims -

unless it wasn't criminals at all.

In the end, does it matter?

The man died as he lived.

He was a remarkable man.

Talented.

Yeah.

He was.

He was!

I know he wasn't always a good boy. I do know that.

I'm not a fool.

Poor Leslie.

He, um... he had this cigarette case

and he wanted me to give it to you.

For me?

He wrote a card.

"To one who understands from one misunderstood."

I loved him.

So did I.

And me.

"When you live, live in clover

"'cause when you're dead, you're dead all over."

You make the most of your chances. Isn't that right?

Absolutely.

Squizzy Taylor was 39 years old

when he was shot dead.

Pickpocket, armed robber, jury rigger, fraudster,

thief, sly grogger, actor, street poet.

He was clever enough to do anything

and yet he left behind a trail of misery.

In fact, Squizzy was probably responsible

for the violent deaths of as many as a dozen men and women,

most of them honest citizens.

And yet a hundred years later, we treat him like a folk hero,

an urban Ned Kelly.

So I suppose in the end,

Squizzy got what he most wanted.

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