"My name's Lillian." "Selling yourself is a dangerous game, Nellie." "You belong to the Little Gunman now, do ya?" "He looks after me, yes." "What can I do for Phil The Jew?" "There's a new boy in town - Norman Bruhn." "So you want us to destroy him to protect you?" "I'm not as brave as you girls." "Help!" "I'm shot." "Everyone's talking about you and Tilly." "Tilly and me rip out each other's guts, you can just walk in and take over." "Well..." "I have thought about it." "We'll be back, I promise you." "With Norman Bruhn dead, there were three people left ruling Sydney's criminal underworld " "Tilly Devine..." "Kate Leigh... and Phil Jeffs, mostly known as Phil The Jew." "They all traded in their own specialties - prostitution, sly grog... and two-up." "But they all had one thing in common - cocaine." "Like Kate and Tilly," "Phil Jeffs was at the top of his game." "But Phil The Jew was about to come unstuck, and not for cocaine or two-up, but for something no-one could possibly have imagined." "Help me!" "Ma'am?" "I've been..." "I've been raped!" "There were three of them." "She's..." "No prostitute." "Two small kids." "Walking home after dinner with her aunt and uncle when these animals dragged her off the street." "It was two hours before she got away from them." "What's this town coming to?" "She described her attackers." "A mother, an ordinary woman." "It's bad enough when they confine their activities to street women." "But this..." "I think one of them might have been Phillip Jeffs." "Jeffs?" "Get him." "Get everyone associated with him." "When arrested, suspects were required to give their professions or the police would charge them with vagrancy." "William Archer actually did run William's Archer's bath house, but that didn't exactly make him legitimate." "And Leslie Heath really was a share broken but everyone was about to find out what else he was." "Him." "What?" "I've never seen her bef..." "Shut up." "Who else?" "Take your time." "That man there." "Can he say something?" "Can he say "my beautiful baby"?" "My beautiful baby." "He was one of them." "Anyone else?" "Can they turn around?" "You heard the lady." "That ain't no lady." "Can their hats be taken off?" "Fuck!" "Hats." "Him." "Are you disputing this woman's version of events?" "How'd you even cross paths with Mrs Maddocks?" "You said you were at the dentist that morning." "Until 1927, you could buy cocaine legally from chemists and dentists." "The Dangerous Drugs Act changed all that." "But Phil Jeffs found a way to make the new laws work for him." "That's a fine piece of workmanship there, Mr Jeffs." "Who was the artisan, if you don't mind me asking?" "You wouldn't know him." "It's a London job." "Some time ago, I'd hazard a guess." "It's slightly smaller - before your jaw was fully developed." "Yeah." "I was 15." "Ah!" "You know your business, don't you, Doctor?" "You heard of mine, then?" "I believe you have an arrangement with some from my profession." "Right." "And might you be interested in joining that arrangement?" "The laws have changed." "Cocaine's not legal any more." "But you dentists are allowed two ounces a year through Customs, though, ain't ya?" "Although I believe you lads use novocaine these days, which must leave a lot of snow lying about without any friends." "He's gonna have a page for you tomorrow, 3:00, and then one a month." "That's 17 dentists now, ain't it?" "Starting to lose track." "What?" "These dentists are getting nervous." "Might have to look into other avenues." "Other avenues?" "Yeah." "Direct importation off the docks." "What, from your ching-Chong sailor mate?" "No, I ain't talking about a couple of ounces here and there." "I'm talking pounds, and all at once." "Need a bit of dosh for that, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "And where did you go after that?" "The things you say and the questions you ask, they don't interest me." "You're not going anywhere." "Hit me again." "You work this shitty job for another hundred years, you won't make what I do in a month." "So come on, hit me, 'cause it's all you got." "Sarge!" "Allow me." "So they dragged you off the Bayswater Road and into the King's Lynn flats." "They each had relations with you, and then?" "They, um..." "What?" "I..." "What did they do?" "What would be worse than what was done already?" "I don't get it." "I don't like it and I don't get it." "How does she look?" "Strong." "She'll be a good witness." "Are we really gonna run with this, Bill?" "It's one woman's word against three." "Oh, so if she's raped by one, we charge him, and if there's a group we let them go?" "No, it's just I'm saying this is a tough case to put at the best of times." "I know." "Keep me informed." "Sir, do you mind me asking..." "I've brought five rape cases to you in the past year." "Why this one?" "This one we can win." "Because she's not a prostitute, you mean?" "Take that up with the bloke who made the world the way it is." "Or the Woman." "No woman would have made a world like this." "Mr Jeffs, how do you respond to these allegations?" "In a case that is being referred to as 'the Darlinghurst Outrage ', the three men were charged with having attacked Ida Mavis Maddocks against her will, committing a capital crime when they dragged her off the street" "and subjected her to two hours of sexual degradation." "Leslie Heath was further charged with a nauseating of fence, brutally outrageous..." ""Brutally outrageous and unprintable in nature. "" "Should charge extra for that." "Blind Freddy can see she's a pro." "She set him up?" "Yeah, or somebody paid her to." "You don't think Kate fucking Leigh's behind this, do you?" "Rape's a capital crime." "Phil gets the noose, Kate fucking Leigh gets the list of dentists." "That conniving bitch!" "Why didn't we think of that?" "We should get in first." "Jeffs don't move without that young bloke up his clacker, Ernest." "He'd know who the dentists are." "If Phil swings, we should offer Ernest a job." "Why don't we wait and see how it plays out?" "Good idea." "We'll let Kate Leigh do the hard work and then we'll step in at the last minute." "Good thinking, Mr Devine." "At your service, Mrs Devine." "If Jeffs goes to jail, that's a big slice of the action up for grabs." "Eileen, you keep an eye on that dress." "Got it, Ma." "You could make a play for it." "Yeah." "I could." "Eileen." "Yeah, yeah." "An early play and he gets off, finds out, then Jeffs is likely to see me in a poorer light." "A man who holds a grudge, I've heard." "But a late play, too late, and someone else is gonna get in first." "Someone?" "Yeah." "Some slapper slut from London, just for argument's sake." "Oh, for God's sake!" "You never give me half a chance, Ma!" "Oh, and you wonder why!" "God." "And I'm not buying you another one!" "Man might need a friend right now." "Mm?" "Could be grateful for it later on." "That's my girl." "Kate." "To what do I owe the inimitable pleasure?" "I just, uh..." "I wanted you to know that I don't care what the papers say." "In my book, innocent till they string you up." "Soto speak." "Huh." "Thank you." "I didn't do it, Kate." "Well, why'd she lie, then, put you in it?" "Well, to be honest, I thought it might be you or Tilly." "Me?" "No." "With Bruhn gone, we're the main players now - you, me, the Devines." "Murder's messy, so we found out." "But this, I mean, this, stroke of genius." "I get the noose, one less player." "It wasn't me, I swear to you." "And I did not rape that woman." "I promise you." "I promise you." "What position was she in that she could identify Jeffs from the back of his head?" "If anyone would know, sweetheart." "Exactly." "And I can't even imagine." ""Scandalously treated. "" "Look at this." "There's the iron." "I ain't ironing." "Fine." "I'll do it." "You can read me the rest." "She don't look too happy." "She doesn't look like a moll, either." "She's not." "She's a housewife." "Come on, what happened in the line-up?" "The writing's a little small." "You can't read." "Tiny writing's all." "Can't they say what happened without all them words?" "You know what?" "Let's just forget about the paper, huh?" "And let's see what position we can get into where I can see the back of your neck." "I heard Phil was horse-whipped once." "Phil?" "Mm-hm." "He's so... elegant." "Yeah." "What happened?" "Pickpocketing." "He picked the wrong pocket." "This laborer, enormous bloke." "Got out a whip and slashed Phil across the back twice." "So Phil The Jew took out his pistol, fired three times." "Missed every time." "He killed a girl too, you know." "Eva O'Grady, her name was." "That's right, the car crash." "Driving back from a picnic, eight of them in the car." "The Jew took the turn too fast." "When he woke up on the side of the road she was lying next to him, dead eyes staring up at the sky." "Enough gossiping!" "It's true, Nellie says." "Phil The Jew is a businessman." "Why would he pickpocket someone only two years ago?" "Why rape Ida Maddocks if he can have any woman he wants?" "Yeah." "Just goes to show." "Both stories are nonsense." "He was charged with the pickpocketing and the shooting and the car accident, Nellie says." "Oh, well, if Nellie says." "How much of what this Maddocks woman says is true?" "What does it matter?" "Who's gonna believe her?" "The police, for starters." "They seem to have a real bee in their bonnet about you, Mr Jeffs." "Yeah." "They're always after me." "What can they prove?" "You don't seem to understand." "She's a mother, a wife." "Her statement, the things she says you did, they're gonna make an example out of you." "This is a capital case, Mr Jeffs." "They will hang you." "What if I said I was there?" "And what if I said we paid her?" "Then we'd have something to work with." "There has been a new twist in the case known as the Darlinghurst Outrage." "Anonymous sources allege that Ida Maddocks, the supposed victim in the matter;" "was not an innocent housewife and mother at all, but a fallen Woman." "Phil Jeff's defense counsel will argue she has taken money from men on previous occasions." "This proves it!" "I was right all along!" "Excuse me, sir!" "Get away from her." "You'll not have the children." "Dorothy will not live with a pros..." "This is my husband, Charles Maddocks." "Well, Mr Maddocks, your attitude is not helping anyone." "Now, I want you to sit here while I speak with your wife." "Come through." "They're telling the papers that I took money, that I consented." "Ignore it." "No surprise they'd lie about it." "That's just the thing." "They're not." "How do you think I feed my children?" "Charles is a cook, but he can't get work." "Half a day every two weeks, if we're lucky." "We hadn't eaten in 24 hours." "I was desperate." "You've done this before?" "Why didn't you tell me?" "'Cause I couldn't." "You wanted it to be simple." "I wanted you to be truthful." "You're a prostitute?" "No, I'm a mother with two small children just trying to put food on the table." "You don't understand." "Why would you?" "You don't have kids, you've got a job." "You're on easy street." "What happened?" "I was walking home." "They offered me £2." "I said yes." "Then they did those terrible things." "I didn't ask for that." "I told them to keep their money, to stop, but they wouldn't." "What do I do?" "Wait here." "You said no." "But before no I said yes." "You stick to your story." "You said no." "It's not the truth." "Did these men rape you?" "Yes." "That's the truth." "Stan reckons he won't sell us any more snow." "What's he saying?" "It-it's the Ida Maddocks situation." "It's in all the papers." "The publicity." "Don't you want me to beat him up?" "Leslie Heath." "That fat prick caused this whole bleeding mess." "Quit gawking and start pouring." "I don't pay you to watch." "You hardly pay me at all!" "Ah, Phil." "Been a while." "Well, I am a busy man..." "Mrs Leigh." "Drinks for the gentlemen." "Yeah." "Better make it one more." "Double." "Friend of yours?" "Yeah, sort of." "More like a cash cow waiting to be milked, really." "Leslie, lovely to meet you." "Welcome." "Come right in, we've got a lovely table over here." "So business is good?" "It's the stock market- license to print money." "What can go wrong?" "Hmm." "Perhaps you might know some cashed-up fellas who are interested in investing in some less... orthodox stock." "Name the figure." "£1,000." "We buy at £1, we sell at 62." "That would make your profit margin..." "Over 5,000%." "For God's sake, Eileen, try to look half-interested, would you?" "So let me do something interesting, then." "Like what?" "Like me run one of your places." "what?" "You got half-blind Mavis Jackson propping up the joint in Palm Lane." "I couldn't do worse than her." "Alright." "The cops do a raid, you're on your own." "I know what to do." "Atrial- one shift only." "Yeah, yeah." "Ah, leaving already, Phil?" "Mrs Leigh." "Oh, that fat fella." "Something toady about him." "What do we do about the dentist?" "Forget him." "There's plenty more fish in the sea." "Let's go." "Let's go!" "Constable." "Your little lady hasn't told us everything." "Jeffs's defense dug out a matter in the Central Court two weeks before the rape." "Charles Maddocks was charged with threatening to slash his wife." "He accused her of taking money as a working girl." "Any truth to it?" "Not that I know of, sir." "Go badly for the case if defense can prove she was taking money." "She'll be a good witness, sir." "I hope you're right." "Bloody better be." "We've all got our arses hanging out on this one." "You don't have to babysit me." "Kate wants me here, I'm here." "What are you doing here?" "Slumming." "Any objection?" "Not if you're paying." "It's all we got here." "At Mum's saloon..." "Oh, actually, we're just on our way there." "Heels are killing me, so I said to Guido if we didn't stop somewhere I wouldn't fuck him." "Phil The Jew. isn't he from Latvia or something?" "Says here he grew up in England." "Hmm." "Does he have family?" "I heard he lost them when he was 10." "Lost them?" "As Oscar Wilde says, to lose one parent might be regarded as unfortunate, but to lose both..." "Ain't this the life, kiddo?" "Honest, I can lock up by..." "Any chance of a drink, love?" "Sorry, we're closed." "I've just come off a 24-hour shift." "Soda ash - kills ya." "Thought a drink might..." "Look, you'd be a right champ if you could help a man out." "You could join me, sweetheart." "No sense a man drinking alone." "I could, maybe." "Just the one." "Kate?" "Yeah." "Here you are." "Where's Eileen?" "She stayed behind to lock up." "You left her?" "Jesus Christ!" "Hard work standing on your feet all day." "Fair dinkum" "They had me loading 18 bags of soda ash in a sling." "What I'd give for a foot rub." "You and me both, darling, you and me both." "What you doing?" "Do you want a fuck or not?" "Everyone's carrying 'em." "Protection." "Don't know who's on the streets." "So, your offer." "Still open?" "If that Tilly's slashed me daughter..." "What do you think you're doing here alone?" "I earnt 10 shillings." "You could've been cut, robbed." "No, you were supposed to go home with Gaffney." "There was a customer." "He paid 10 shillings, just like Nellie gets." "What, 10 bob for a beer?" "Nuh, no, for doing it with me." "I know what to do." "I won't get preggers." "Stupid, stupid girl!" "Everything alright?" "Course." "Why wouldn't it be?" "Trial starts tomorrow." "Jeffs." "I don't know why he'd even want to... do what they're saying." "We don't know." "Not for sure." "Look what the papers say." "They say stuff all the time about me." "Sly grog queen, drug queen." "Are they wrong?" "If they're right about Jeffs, he's an animal." "All men are animals." "They drink, they smoke, they fuck." "That's how we make our money." "Because men can't keep it in their trousers." "Not all men." "All men." "Can you go sleep somewhere else?" "I'm sick of your snoring and farting." "You don't need to brush your hair." "What do I need?" "I'm a bitch to you." "Sometimes." "Ida?" "Your husband?" "I'm so sorry." "Best foot forward, eh?" "The most sensational trial in the history of Darlinghurst begins this morning." "There is standing room only in the court as the three now-notorious men," "Phil Jeffs, Ernest Wilson and Leslie Heath, face their accuser;" "the mother of two smell children, to answer the shocking charges against them." "Unlike that bitch not to show." "It is your misfortune to be compelled to listen to the case known as the... to be compelled to listen to the case known as the Darlinghurst Flat Case..." "Who does she think she is?" "The Queen of fucking England?" "the details of which, if they are true, are as filthy as they are atrocious." "I said, for God's sake, let me go home to my husband and children." "Ernest Wilson said," "You'll go home when we're finished with you." "Keep quiet." "All three of them, separately, had connection with me." "Phil Jeffs locked the door." "He and Ernest Wilson turned me onto my stomach, held me down, while Leslie Heath..." "Leslie Heath had connection with me." "He was in my back passage." "He held her down?" "For that fat toad?" "Why?" "That color is too light for you." "Makes you look like a corpse." "You'd know all about dead people." "You're the killer." "You're not getting his list." "The Jew swings, his business is coming my way." "He says he didn't do it." "You believe him?" "That's why you'll never win, Katie, 'cause you want to think a person's one thing when I know they ain't." "You're not denying you were at the King's Lynn flat that night?" "No." "Or that you saw Mrs Maddocks?" "No." "But you say you didn't have relations with her." "Absolutely not." "Because you were only there for a few minutes." "That's right." "Can you tell the court the circumstances?" "We heard there was a party at the King's Lynn flat, but when we arrived it was over." "I saw a woman, who I now know as a Mrs Maddocks." "She was powdering her face." "I didn't take any notice of her." "I know nothing about the crime." "I never laid a hand on Mrs Maddocks." "I never spoke with Mrs Maddocks." "The only time I saw her was for a few brief moments inside the flat." "He's a liar." "He had relations with me." "They all had relations with me." "Oh, God." "Nobody believes me, do they?" "The jury, their faces." "That man, Phil Jeffs, he met me on the street." "It was 9:00." "He offered me £2." "Why doesn't he admit to even that?" "Heath was the one who did..." "the most terrible of the acts." "So why is it Phil Jeffs you're most upset with?" "Jury's back." "Will the defendants please rise?" "I'd give £1 million to find out what really happened that night." "Oh, what a night, eh?" "Hey!" "What a boozer night!" "Yeah, well, if you're interested in those investments, it'd be a great night indeed." "What a little sport, hey?" "Only one thing could make it better." "Seal the deal." "I'll be wanting my £2, please." "How about we make it a fiver'?" "Ah, no." "My children are at home." "It's late." "No, I'm... done." "Thank you." "No, you're not." "Come on." "Be a sport." "There's an extra £3 in it for you." "Please." "Uh-uh!" "He's only gonna be two minutes." "Roll her over." "I told you, I want to..." "No..." "You want this £1,000 or not?" "No." "No." "No." "No!" "Let me go!" "No!" "Don't, please." "No!" "Come here, my beautiful baby." "Mr Foreman, how do you find Ernest Wilson?" "Guilty or not guilty?" "Not guilty." "Leslie Heath?" "Not guilty." "Phillip Jeffs?" "Not guilty." "Your lucky day." "Indeed." "The strategy Phil Jeffs had devised with his lawyer had worked." "Casting Ida Maddocks as a prostitute, a fallen woman, was enough to sway the jury." "Her courage in testifying was in vain." "There was only one solution - witness protection." "Ida Maddocks and her family were one of the first to be relocated to another country." "It was the only way the police could save face." "That verdict made fools out of all of us." "And you made a fool out of me." "Sir?" "You knew that she'd done it before." "It made no difference to the crime." "It made a difference to whether we could win." "And now they've got away with it, they'll think they can get away with anything." "Sir, the Premier's here." "Here?" "Jesus." "Wait outside." "I'm so sorry, sir." "Tell him it was my fault." "Oh, don't worry." "I will." "As if this Government didn't have enough debt!" "This was an unwinnable case!" "Why the bloody hell..." "My investors, they've decided to stick with the stock market." "You fey heap of shit." "After all I went through for you, huh, you're gonna pull the plug now, then, are you?" "It's the publicity." "They're nervous." "Their reputations." "I'll tell you what." "You stick with the stock market, but might I suggest a change of climate?" "London?" "Wall Street?" "Yeah, that's more your game, isn't it?" "But I live..." "Somewhere else." "'Cause if you stay in this town, you're a dead man." "Ha!" "Now, I've got a reputation here too, you know, and it ain't helped by having your fat face around reminding people of stuff they'd rather forget." "You understand me?" "Can't count on people, Ernest." "Money's the only thing that won't lie to you." "What about family?" "Especially not family." "Wait here, darling." "We'll be back." "We'll be back, I promise you." "Daddy and I are just going off for a minute." "Mummy, don't leave me." "We'll be back, I promise you." "We'll be back, I promise you."