All language subtitles for S04E06 - Blood Alley-eng(1)

You know your business,
don't you, Doctor?

You heard of mine, then?

Cocaine's not legal any more.

But you dentists
are allowed two ounces a year

through Customs, though, ain't you?

Phil The Jew said he can supply me
with as much snow as I can shift.

Going good, yeah?
Yeah, brilliant.

Blokes think we're selling one thing
and stay for the other.

Help me! I've been raped.

There were three of them.

I think one of them
might've been Phillip Jeffs.

I did not rape that woman.

Why would she lie, then?
Were you in it?

He says he didn't do it.

You believe him!

Mr Foreman,
how do you find Phillip Jeffs?

Not guilty.

Your lucky day.

Indeed.

Gracie, you alright?
What's the matter with you?

Girls, what's going on?

Wake up! Come on. You hear me?

Help me! Someone!

What happened?
What's going on, Kate?

Who did this?
Yeah, we'll sort it out.

She'd be dead
if I hadn't brought her here.

You want a medal?
I wanna stop other girls getting hurt.

She's clearly overdosed.

A copper in a skirt's still a copper,
and I don't rat to coppers.

What happened?

She was selling the latest batch.
She must've tried some.

Gracie, come on, girl. Wake up.
It's just like that other girl.

I thought that was an accident.
Once is an accident.

Gracie.

Get her to the hospital.

Where's that fucking Jew?

Well, it's an innocent mistake.

Oh, you're using boracic acid.

Look, it's tough times. Sometimes
we've got to stretch the doings.

I mean, borax is harmless.

Yeah, not in that quantity.

A girl nearly died, Phil,
and that's not good for my business.

See, customers need to know
that I'm selling them top quality

and I need to know
that you're selling quality to me.

Look, I've been a bit short lately with
the trial. it's an unfortunate distraction.

Not least for Ida Maddocks.

I was found innocent.

Yeah, you were.

But maybe the kind of bloke
who gets away with rape

is the kind of bloke who thinks
he can get away with anything.

Now, I don't care if you swim to China
and get the snow yourself.

I want quality
or I'm going somewhere else.

Absolutely.

As I said, it's an innocent mistake.

Want me to lighten up on the borax?
Double it. 20%.

I'll show Kate Leigh.
I'll show both of them, Kate and Tilly.

I'll put them out of fuckin' business.

Tilly Devine had three tiers of prostitutes.

The boat squad went to the docks
to serve sailors.

The brothel girls -
the customers came to them.

But Tilly's prettiest girls catered to
a wealthier clientele.

With Nellie Cameron
no longer on the books,

Evelyn Morris
was Tilly's highest-grossing asset.

Room 24. Client's name's Joe.
Be back in an hour.

Evelyn made more money in a night
than a boat girl earned in a week.

Oi, oi, oi, oi! What's going on?
What the fuck...?

I went to pick her up
and she wasn't there.

Found her in the hotel room like this.
Customer had shot through.

Oi, you - shut the front door.

You, go call the doctor.

Water, towels, bandages!

And you don't shut your face,
I'll slash it again myself.

I'll fucking kill Kate Leigh.

But it wasn't Kate who set up Evelyn.

Hey, hey, hey!
What the hell are you doing?

Didn't you hear, Kate? Sly grog's illegal.

Haven't you blokes got
anything better to do?

Not when you're sewing piss to kiddies.

What? I'd never.
Who'd say such a thing?

And it wasn't Tilly who set up Kate.

Phil The Jew's plan was taking shape.

And it wasn't just Kate and Tilly
who were feeling the heat.

Darlinghurst is leaking out into the city.
I want to stop that leak.

Well, you've got the new drug laws.
Why aren't they working?

Well, sir, with all due respect,

the law's made
the cocaine problem worse.

All the addicts who were buying it legally
are now forced to procure it illegally.

Demand's gone up,
the price has increased,

there's more incentive
for criminal elements to supply it.

Those razor slashings out there,

that's a turf war
over who gets to supply the cocaine.

You didn't fight in the war, did you?

Essential services.

I have a theory about the men
who really wanted to go but couldn't.

They feel the need to make up for it.

They work harder, achieve more.

But you're the head of CIB now.
What do you need to stop it?

The cocaine - what do you need?

Uh, well, a designated group

specifically targeting dealers
and street runners, uh...

You've got it.

I didn't see active service either, Bill.

Congratulations, gentlemen.

You're now members of the inaugural
New South Wales Drug Squad.

Just the two of us?

For now, yes.

So what's the plan?

One word - arrest.
Everyone - dealers, suppliers, users.

No matter how big or how small,
get 'em.

Well, they cop a fine and they're back
on the streets within the hour.

Premier's going out on limb for us.

We need to give him something back -
something big.

What? Spit it out.

Well, Special Constable Armfield...
Yes, what about her?

She found one of Kate's girls
fitting in the street.

She thought the girl was a prostitute.

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

That's what I told him.

Well, it turns out she's selling these.

See, I think Mrs Leigh
has them look like prostitutes,

but they're really selling cocaine.

I thought Phil Jeffs
was the main cocaine supplier.

Pulled in a few of his boys,

but it's Kate Leigh who's down at
Central Court with her wallet out.

Where are they getting it from?
From China, by ship?

Find out.

And, gentlemen,
Kate Leigh really is supplying cocaine,

I want her head on a plate.

Here's chamomile tea.
It's supposed to help with the pain.

If that don't work...

The doc will visit you every day,

and you stay in bed as long as you need.

And there's this.

It's your account.

It's all the money I've been banking
for you since you come and work for me.

Oh, come on, darling.
You won't be getting customers.

Not with a face like that.

It'll be home to the bush
or the boat squad,

but it won't pay
nearly what you've been making.

Now, look, don't you look at me like that,
alright?

It's your own fucking fault.

I don't know how many times I have to
warn you lot to watch yourselves.

It was Kate Leigh, wasn't it?
She was behind that fake customer.

My bet's Phil The Jew.

That's the word on the street.

Kate's had some trouble as well,
ain't she? Girl's frothing at the mouth.

You think the Jew's behind that as well?

You bet I do.

Why would he?

He's trying to knock us both
out of the picture.

What do we do about it?
Nothing.

We up security. Stay low.

See if someone else is silly enough
to make a move first.

Some slut from Dubbo, for instance.

Tilly.

I wonder...

could I work as your cook?

Oh, darling, you can't even boil water.

I could learn.

That's Kate Leigh's place.

You think she's dealing cocaine...

...you catch her.

Write down all comings and goings.

She knows what I look like.
Don't let her see you.

I'm bleeding money.

Bail's costing me a fortune.
Yeah, well, what can we do?

Bloody Dad and Dave are out there

locking people
up as soon as look at 'em.

Even if they're only carrying
a couple of twists.

Kid outside wants to see you.

Who?
Dunno.

Wants a job.
Been waiting out there all morning.

Eh! Tell him to bugger off.

I did. He says
he's not leaving till he talks to you.

Just tell everyone to lie low.

It's just a storm. it'll blow over.

Mrs Leigh!

Bruce Higgs is my name.

Yeah, I don't have any work,
so you can fuck off from my doorstep.

I'll work for nothin'.

Then you're a fool.

Or the smartest man in town.

Do you know the value of learning from
the smartest woman in town?

I'm no teacher, and you're still a fool.

He's not leaving, Ma.

How much, sugar?

I'm not for sale.
Everyone's for sale.

Hand over your purse
and you won't get hurt.

Give us your bloody bag.

Let me go. I'm a police constable.

Yeah, right. Woman copper.

My name's Special Constable Lilian...
Oh!

Where's your uniform?

Ah!

Piss off, all of youse!

I said piss off!

Animals, some people out there.

Right fuckin' dogs.

Know what you're thinking.
That's what people say about me, eh?

Yeah, hurts like hell, I know.

But I gotta get the stones out.

Why put yourself through this,
chasing people like me?

'Cause what you're doing
is against the law,

selling... liquor illegally.

Wasn't 10 years ago.
Probably won't be in another 10 years.

You're parked in a stupid
spot in a stupid moment in history.

Why do it to yourself?

You got a fella?

Or a girl?

Never.

Don't knock what you ain't tried.

Is having a little fun really that bad?

It's got nothing to do with...

Some things are just... wrong.

Scary isn't the same as a wrong.

I'm... I'm giving it to you,
I'm not selling it to you.

Medicinal.
You're not committing a crime.

You don't drink

What's wrong with that?
Nothing.

I don't either.

You?
Yeah.

But I've got my reasons.

But, you, you don't drink because
you're scared you might let yourself go.

You're like a fuckin' nun - life of denial.

Of service.

Yeah? To what?

For what?

What's she doing here?

Leaving.

Anyone else want a cuppa?

Do dentists still import cocaine?

We can't touch dentists.

Government did a deal.

We take street dealers and traffickers.
Pharmacy Board looks after its own.

Yes, for technical violations.

But these aren't technical violations.

These are dentists onselling
their cocaine allowance

to the likes of Phil Jeffs,
Kate Leigh and Jim Devine.

Doesn't matter. My hands are tied.

We know for sure, for sure,
one of the dentists

is supplying Phil Jeffs with cocaine,

and you're telling us not to arrest him?!

I'm telling you to wait.

I'll talk to my counterpart
on the Pharmacy Board.

If you want something to do,

get on to Kate Leigh.

You're supposed to be hunting her
down, not the bloody dentists of Sydney.

What's going on?

We have to attract the punters back
somehow.

The raids have scared
all these people off.

Must be costing you a packet.
Yeah.

Not to mention the price of bailing out
my street girls.

You know, we'll be eating bread
and dripping for the rest of the month.

Right. Eating them
with diamonds on our fingers?

That kid's still waiting for you.

Huh?
Higgs.

Outside. Says he's not leaving
till you give him a job.

Oh, for God's sake.

Where is he?

Mrs Leigh.

Leave your hat on.

My mum always taught me
to take it off for a lady.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'm no lady
and I'm old enough to be your mother.

I don't care. You're the prettiest thing
I've seen in a long time.

You probably ain't seen much.

Enough to know what I want.

And what's that?

First, a job.

I don't got nothing for you.
Doesn't matter.

I'm yours.

To do what?

Whatever you want.

Give him a job.

What?

Oh, for fuck's sake.
Just let him drive the car.

What?

Katie, just checked
the latest batch from the Jew.

And?

Katie.

Don't fucking 'Katie' me.
What's going on?

Well, I don't know...
That snow you're supplying's still filthy.

Some of that dodgy snow still might be
making its way through the system.

But I'm packeting up a new batch
as we speak. it's all on the up and up.

Tilly's girls are getting slashed
and it ain't by me.

Coppers are all over my joints
and I'm betting it's not her.

Now, one, one thing I can say
about the sly bitch

is that she hates coppers.

You got mates in the cops, Phil?

Well, that's the pot calling the kettle.

You, uh, got a lot of books
at your place, don't you, Phil?

Yeah, a lot of paintings on the wall.

Man who thinks he's better than
the rest of us, cleverer.

Kate...

Norman Bruhn thought
he was clever too.

And he's six foot under,
getting eaten by maggots.

One more speck of dodgy cocaine,

one more raid,

and you'll be joining him.

Boss said no.

So we just leave it?

My bloke's identified another
two dentists in the Jew's pocket.

Are we a drug squad or what?

She's up for it.

She fucks up, it's on you.

Ma'am?

Can I help you?

I do hope
so.

I feel a little... Ooh!

Is it a toothache?

Mmm.
I can take a look at it for you.

It's just... I'm on my lunch break.

I can't lose my job and I don't have time
for an extraction.

No problem. I can give you
some novocaine to keep you going.

Or something stronger.

The pain is very bad.

Maybe some snow?

There's nothing wrong with your tooth,
is there?

Well, if you've got
7 shillings and Sixpence,

I'll sell you a tube.

Maybe there's a place
for women coppers after all...

playing molls and dopers.

They've arrested Stan.

Stan who?

One of the dentists. Riley Street.

He's number 17 on the list.

Oh, yeah, that Stan.

They'll be coming for us.

No, they won't.

Stan won't say nothing.
He's a pussy cat.

But once they get one dentist...

Yeah, they're gonna
get more eventually,

which is why...

we have a backup plan.

Lead pencils?

Uh... not lead.

Pure cocaine.

Fresh off the boat from the land of rice.

Say goodbye to dental practices, Ernest.

Say hello to the stationery business.

And we don't have to cut it any more.
We don't have to, but we're gonna.

50%.
What, 50%?

Well, only for Kate.

The rest, give 10%.

Just start on that lot.

Give him a hand.

What in blazes
were you thinking?

Arresting dentists?
Mr Premier...

Half the bloody parliament
are dentists and chemists.

That's why there's a deal.
Mr Premier, I realise...

The Pharmacy Board polices
the pharmaceutical industry.

The police take care of the traffickers.

The dentists and chemists
are the bloody traffickers.

One dentist!
He's just the first.

My men have positively identified over
a dozen dentists regularly selling cocaine

to the likes of Phil Jeffs and Kate Leigh.

We haven't even started with
the chemists.

You want to stop the cocaine?
This is where it's coming from.

I can't ask the Pharmacy Board
to do its job

unless you can do yours.

What?

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

From fishermen? Chinese?

No. But I know for a fact...

Leigh, you say? And Jeffs?

They're not chemists.
They're not dentists.

And they're the ones supplying it
on the streets.

Bring me one of them,
then we can talk about dentists.

Sir, with all due...

Bring me Kate Leigh,
the worst woman in Sydney.

I need the papers to print a story
where we're winning.

Ugh!

Oh!

Jew's still doing the dirty on us.

Two more girls in hospital.
No-one will buy from us.

So let's do the dirty on him.

Permanent.

Katie!
What?

He's fucking us over and he's laughing
in our faces. Gotta do something.

We don't kill.
We did.

We didn't. Tilly did.

Remember the world of shit
that poured down on us?

Car's washed,
and I fixed the wobbly tyre.

Anything else you want me to do?

Not right now. Thanks, Bruce.

Alright, we don't kill him.

But we fuckin' teach him a lesson
he don't forget.

Got a message from Kate Leigh.

Eaton Avenue. Tonight.

10 O'clock.

We fight.

Yeah.

War. Tell everyone.

Don't be late.

You're not going, none of you.

What? Everyone's going.

Calletti's being paid to fight.

Who for?
I don't care.

Whichever side he's on
puts me on the other.

You're on the Devine side, alright?
No-one else's.

She'll be back, mate. it's not like she's
gonna stay with that oily Wop for long.

Mind you, you might have to boil her
to get rid of the grease.

I ain't missing out.

Forget it. Getting personal
stops you thinking straight.

Not that you ever took anything
personally.

Look, any enemy of that Dubbo cow's
a friend of mine, alright?

But there's no angle in fighting a war
for someone else.

What, you expect us to just sit there
on the sidelines and watch?

Yeah.

Watch them all kill each other.
Then who's the winner? We are.

Tilly's right, mate.

Fucking oath, I'm right.

Ah! I need to wash
my hair, anyway.

You've gotta be joking.
This is why I joined your operation.

How many fights
have you ever had?

Not enough. That's why I'm going.

Yeah, well, this is
a job for blokes like Wally, hmm?

Big, ugly blokes.

Doesn't matter if they get smacked
in the head.

Tell me how much respect
you'd have for me if I stayed.

See you after, then.

Right to go, then?

Our boys are meeting at the south end,
should have the advantage.

So, uh, see you when I see you.

Unless a razor gets me first.

Oh, don't be stupid. You'll be back.

Wal,

you make sure you get that prick Jeffs.

Why don't we just shoot 'em?

'Cause the cops will be here
faster than you can blink.

We teach 'em a lesson,
and no-one goes to jail.

Let's go!

Ready.

Ah!

It became known as
the Battle of Blood Alley

because of the amount of blood
coagulating in the street.

And within a couple of hours,

most of the crooks had been
charged, bailed and sent home.

Don't worry. Other side looks worse.

What about Bruce?
We heard there were shots.

Is he...
Alive and kicking!

Oh, thank goodness!

Told you I'd be back.

Who got shot?

Archer.

He had a blade to my throat.
I had no choice.

Yeah, maybe not,
but you've put us in a pretty pickle.

The Jew, he'll use that
as an excuse to come after us.

Where is he?

His fancy lawyer made bail.

And his mates, did they make bail?

So he's alone?

You pulled a gun.

You'd better finish what you started.

Help me!

Help me.

Ooh!

He's not dead.

Two bullets to the chest
and he's still talking to the papers.

Thought he would've
been dead for sure.

What will it take to kill the little rat?

We're being trampled
by the press. Look at this one.

Kate Leigh runs a cocaine empire. She
organizes a pitched battle in the streets.

And now she sends two gunmen
to murder a man in cold blood.

We've got to get that woman into a cell.
No-one will talk, Bill.

We can't get her on cocaine.
She's got too many middlemen.

Then get her on whatever we can.
And she cops a fine.

Get her on something
that gives her jail time. Anything!

Just get her off the street.

Car's ready, Mr Jeffs.
Where to?

Ettalong.
Central Coast?

Are you leaving Sydney?

They knocked out
my gold tooth, Ernest.

I think it's a sign.

Time to get a new tooth.

Time to get a new life.

He's gone?

Packed up his house
and moved up the coast.

what?

The Jew, he's gone.

Well, well, whaddya know, eh?

Bloke upstairs answers my prayers
after all.

Yeah, right.
How does that work, exactly?

Dear God,

You weren't very helpful
in my attempt to kill Phil Jeffs...

Hey, what the hell is going on?

Whatever it is you're looking for,
there's nothing here.

You can search wherever you like.
Right, we will.

Not that it matters, we're not charging
you with cocaine, sly grog

or even the attempted murder of
Phil Jeffs.

What, then?

You're under arrest for keeping a house
frequented by thieves.

What?! Ugh!

You're going away, Kate.
Say goodbye to your kitchen table.

Ugh!

If it was just grog, Kate,
you might've won the argument.

But not cocaine, not murder.

The Jew's really left town? For good?
What I hear.

And Kate's in jail?
They reckon she'll get a year.

Told you we just had to
sit back and wait.

You know what this means, boys?

This town is ours.

This town is mine.

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