Underbelly (2008–2013): Season 6, Episode 4 - Squizzy Breaks Some Hearts - full transcript

Mr Brophy, I want to get us
back on an even keel, you know...

Huh? Back to normal.

What're doing here, anyway?

Hobnobbing with the rich
and famous, my friend.

- This place ain't so special.
- Are you kidding?

I'd sell my soul
to have a place like this.

You are a sight for sore eyes.
Come here.

You OK? You all in one piece?
You look good!

- What's your name?
- Lorna Kelly.

- What's yours?
- You don't know?

I'm not like other girls, Les.



You're not taking advantage.

I would never do that.

Les is my fella,

but he's also a pickpocket,
a sly grogger and my pimp.

No, I don't believe you.

We love each other
and we're getting married

and I'm having his baby.

So I've got your blessing?

Oh, a million times over.

You two are
a match made in heaven.

We're gonna start a war
between Long Harry and Stokes.

And then we'll take over
this town.

The Fitzroy Vendetta was over.

Long Harry Slater refused to
testify against Henry Stokes.



Released on bail, he fled to Sidney.

Stokes was found guilty

of discharging firearm in public.

His six-month sentence
was suspended,

provided he too leave
the state of Victoria.

So Henry and his wife
packed up their belongings

and sailed back to Tasmania.

And who did he leave
in charge of his empire?

You guessed it.

Would you like to choose
a fabric now, Mr Taylor?

Yeah, I'm fond of something
with a stripe, Leo.

- Makes a man look...
- Taller.

Oh, Mr Taylor, sorry,
I meant no disrespect...

Makes a man look more powerful,
Leo.

Yes, Mr Taylor, it does.

"Happy is the man
who findeth wisdom."

"Happy is the man who findeth himself boss and awash

with the shitload of dosh",
says I.

I'm king of the castle.

And all the dirty rascals
out there are doing my bidding.

God bless them all.

Trust you're having a good
evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Your Honour,
what a pleasure to meet you.

Come here, we'll have a photo.

From here on in,
it's only the finest for me.

Finest food, clothes, cars, house...

The best of everything.

Let's get four champagnes
for these lads, on the house.

Thank you.

Who knows
what's around the corner?

War, Spanish flu...

There could even be a bullet
with my name on it.

What's Lady Luck's maiden name?

Well, it's Miss Fortune,
of course!

"From here on in,...
live in clover...

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

Stokes wants an update
on our financial situation.

- What are you gonna tell him?
- That we're going great guns.

Just had a few out-of-pocket expenses.

Like the new car, the parties
and the clothes?

I've to worry about
Stokes - he's not back for months.

And when he does come back,
I'm gonna have the jacks

so far up his arse,
they'll be brushing his teeth.

After all, it's the hottest
betting club in town.

- What about Stokes's boys?
- Well...

Boss, we got a problem.

Caught him red-handed
with a pocket full of aces.

No-one likes a cheat, Cecil.

- I wasn't cheating, Mr Taylor.
- Shut the fuck up!

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Now, I could give you
a stern warning and let you go.

Thank you, Mr...

But then that would make me
look weak as piss.

And for someone in my position,
that's a dangerous thing.

No!

Ungh!

So I'm gonna make sure

the whole of Melbourne knows
how I deal with cheats.

Ungh!

Hello?

Thank you.

Les.

Les!

You're having a baby.

Hello.

It's a girl.

Say hello to your daughter.

Hello, tiny! Of course she's tiny!

She felt big enough coming out.

Les, she looks like you.

Come here, darlin'.

My baby girl.

Oh!

Hey? You're Daddy's girl,
are you?

Call her June,
what do you reckon?

That's lovely.

Oh, my baby.

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-lai

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-la-lai

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-lai

♪ Hush now, don't you cry. ♪

She wants what you can give her, Les.

I'm gonna give her the world,
Ma.

Then you'd better grow
a couple of breasts quick smart

and give her a feed -
she's hungry.

Now, Leslie, two things.

She tore downstairs a bit

so she's going to need some
time to mend, you understand?

- What's that got to do with it, ma?
- I know men have certain needs.

so you'll have to do "the washing"
by hand until she's better.

I don't do "the washing".

Well, you will now, young man if you want to "get
the dirty water" off your chest.

- Do you understand?
- Yeah, I do, yeah, yep.

Good. Come on.

It's time to step up, provide
a roof over your family's head.

You're a good boy. I know
you'll make your mother proud.

Mind your step.

- How can we possibly afford a place like this?
- Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Lorn.

- But I do worry, Les.
- Well, don't. Come on.

It's a man's job to be
the breadwinner, right?

It's his job to do
whatever he has to do

to put food on the table

and keep a roof over the head
of his wife and kids.

None of her business
how he does it...

Just like it's none
of his business

if Monday night's corned beef
or shepherd's pie.

The way I see it, marriage
is about supporting each other

through thick and thin,
and not asking stupid bloody questions

that are just likely
to upset me.

Yes! Yes!

You're short.

We had to cut back
on some expenses.

Les hopes you understand.

You're getting sleepy,
very sleepy.

- More hocus-pocus, Fred.
- "Science", John.

- It's the future.
- It's not my future, mate.

Want to do yourself a favour?

Turn up the heat on
the Stokes place in Richmond.

Give that little turd Squizzy
some grief.

Last time I did that

I copped a kick in the balls
for my trouble.

I reckon he's got friends
in high places.

Not anymore, he doesn't.

Smile for the birdie.

This is the police!
Nobody move!

Stay where you are!

You're under arrest,
little man.

- You can't do this to me.
- Can't I?

- Do you know who I am?
- You're Squizzy Taylor.

A jumped-up shrimp. A nobody.

I'm the fucking
King of Melbourne.

You're the King of Nowhere,
mate.

He got off with a fine.

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

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

I manage a high-class
establishment.

You sell sly grog and run
an illegal gambling house.

You've just been beaten up and
arrested, for goodness sake.

If you saw the number
of lawyers and judges

you'll come to my club
for a drink in a flutter.

Doesn't make it right, Les.
And since when is it your club?

Where's June?

I should have been there.

Hello, darlin'.
Oh, hello, darlin'.

Hey?

Hello, June. How are you?

My little girl, huh?

How's my little girl?

Look at you, princess.

Taylor! Where are you,
you little squirt?

Come here.

Bruce is his own man.

Well, then
what am I paying you for?

- You're getting a "Flood Day" in the court, turn two.
- I shouldn't be in the courts, Jack.

I wouldn't be complaining
if I was you.

You've only got yourself
to blame.

Hey!

So you didn't get
a good look at the bomber?

No. First concern was for
my wife and family.

Of course.
Where are they now?

Winnie's taken the children
to her sister's.

Your wife, she said
she saw someone

lurking around the place
earlier on.

Yes, but I've already spoken
to her. She can't identify him.

The bomb was apparently a tin

packed with gelignite
and nuts and bolts.

Anyone hurt?

Miraculously, no.

Heard the blast from my place.
How much damage?

Detective Bruce's place
was blown to bits.

Fuckin' hell.

When might I get a chance
to talk to your wife?

I just told you - she cannot identify him.

Not consciously,
but I'd like to try

to put her under
hypnotic trance.

Jesus!

Look, Brophy,

the Bureau of Investigation
in the United States

has had great success
in the area.

We need evidence, witnesses.

We could always try
the old-fashioned way.

Bust a few heads instead of
trying to get inside 'em.

Oh, we were at
a temperance meeting until ten

and then we came home
and went to bed.

"Temperance meeting"?

Amazing the roof
didn't fall in.

What about after that,
around one o'clock this morning?

Oh, well, now you've
got me there, detective.

- I was up and about.
- Doing?

Making a bomb, of course, to blow you
and your-

- loved ones to bits!
Les! You shouldn't say such wicked things.

- And that's what he's accusing me of.
- I can vouch for my husband, detective.

I was up feeding June,
our baby daughter.

- Les got up and made me a cuppa.
- Dutiful husband, that I am.

I looked at the clock.
It was about ten after one.

Thank you, Mrs Taylor.

I'm just glad to hear your
family is safe, detective.

It must be terribly distressing
for your wife.

Yes, it is.

You're gonna have to
pull your head in, sunshine.

He's not going to
intimidate me.

- Now listen, Jim.
- No, you listen.

- Mate...
- No, you listen!

My wife's sister gave me a
white feather during the war
for not enlisting.

She's a stupid cow
'cause you're a copper.

- Essential service.
- Doesn't matter.

Not when every other man in
the family went off to fight.

Her husband, her son.

I keep that with me
as a reminder

for how important it is
for me to do my duty

as a police officer.

That's very noble.

Now, what about the safety
of your wife and kids?

Does that come first?

I think you should get off gambling
and sly grog for a while,

take on other jobs.

You can still be a good copper.

Do it for them.

Oh, bugger me, I've left
my bloody hat in there.

Think about what I said, Jim.

I'm heading out, Lorn.
I won't be long, alright?

Now, you listen to me,
you little turd.

You do not send
blokes with bombs

around to coppers' houses.

You do not make threats
to coppers' families.

Is that understood?

- Is he gonna back off?

He is...for now.

- Then we're apples.
- No, we're not apples.

Any arrangement we've had
is over, finished.

What, are you trying to squeeze
me another fiver, Brophy?

- You filthy mongrel!
- Just try it, Jack.

I've dropped bigger blokes
than you.

Les.

Just forgot my hat, Mrs Taylor.

Good day to you.

What? Forgot his hat.

Seriously, what's his problem?

Huh? If we were going to kill him
we woulda used a bigger bomb.

He's a cop, Tank. You can't
expect him to use his brains.

Someone's here.

- Put your hands in the air!
- What the fuck's been going on?!

Henry, why didn't you tell me
you were coming back?

You've had your hand in the till.

I ought to blow
your little tits off.

Oh, from where I'm standing, looks like Tank
and I have got you outgunned.

Not from where I'm standing.

Alright. Alright, come on.

Fine, let me explain.

Don't try talk your way
out of it, you little shit!

Henry, come on.

Get out of my sight before
I blow you fucking balls.

Get out!

And don't think this is over
for one moment, it's not!

I've never seen you handle
a gun like that before.

No.

- I thought you'd like that.
- I certainly did.

What are we gonna do, Les?

Les!

Fuck it.

You know I was gonna shoot them.

Alright. You got every reason
to be angry at me.

- Let me have it.
- What?

- Hit me.
- What?!

Hit me.

Annie, you pack quite a punch.

Fuck!

Thank you.

You've got no idea
what it's been like, Henry.

Bruce is been giving us a furious talk.

- That prick.
- We bombed his house.

Who thought
that was a good idea?

- It was risky, but...
- You bring all the Jackson Melvin down on him...you idiots!

No, Bruce is gonna back off
for the good of his family.

It's a win, Henry.

So what, you go and buy
yourself a big new house,

a flash new car,
all with my money?

Yes, I did, because, mate,
I'm representing you, alright?

I had to look the part.

- Didn't expect us back early?
- I can't say I did, Annie.

You think I'd give you time to
organise a welcome home party?

Come on, Henry.

I didn't get to where I am by being
outsmarted by the likes of you, Les.

You've got me all wrong.

But, a welcome home party sounds
like a cracker of an idea.

I'd like to have you two
as the guests of honour

at a big, lavish do, at my place.

Just to show you
how much you've been missed.

As long as it's with
your money, not mine.

Ha. Very funny.

What do you say?

Fuck Henry Stokes!
I'm sick of that place anyway.

Those boys
like having their boss back.

Yeah, dumb pricks.

He gave 'em bonuses
to keep 'em staunch.

Now, um, what do you want me
to do with these photographs?

Tank, we're destined
for bigger things.

Much bigger things.

Look out, you bastards.

Now, I want you to relax, Winifred.

Just breathe in
and breathe out.

You're getting sleepy. You can
hardly keep your eyes open.

You're falling into
a deep, deep sleep.

Is she, um...

I do believe she is.
Good Lord, I've done it.

Winifred, can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you.

I'm taking you back.

You saw a man outside your home
on the evening of the bombing.

- Do you remember him?
- Yes.

Excellent.

Now I want you to describe him
to me. Every last detail.

He was a tall man
with blond hair...

Oh.

- Sorry for the intrusion.
- What happened?!

How's the hocus-pocus
coming along, Fred?

We're going to have to
begin again.

- No. I didn't like it.
- Please, Mrs Bruce.

You were just about to give us
a description of the bomber.

No, I don't think it's proper
for a Christian lady.

- I'm leaving.
- Sorry, Fred.

Never would have held up
in court anyway, Fred.

Christ, it's dark in here!

Well, there's Archer's,
McIntosh and the railyards.

It's easier to move and harder
to trace than the good stuff.

It's like spun fuckin' gold.

- We're off.
- You are?

Oh, you have a good day,
my darlin'.

Hey? You be a good girl
for Mummy, won't you?

She's always a good girl, Dad.

- You have a good day too.
- We will.

- Bye, Bert.
- Bye.

Mum's in a good mood.

Yeah, I told her I'd start
looking for a legit job.

Really?

Oh, an honest job.

What I'd do, I'd probably
become a watchmaker.

I'd really love to do that.

Tank, I said I'll do it, because
it's much you wanna to hear.

Rightio, so you're not
seriously, you know,

really thinking about it?

Well, I actually did for a bit.

But then, I'd rather kill my self than live a boring life. Now,...

I have to say,
I love a nice piece of fabric.

chinese silk, a lovely bit of Crepe de Chine,

even a yard of quality tweed
gets me going.

It all started when I was
a babe in arms, I suppose.

I can still remember

me mum giving me a scrap of
crush velvet to play with

to keep me quiet.

We've got a partial handprint

taken from
the railyard robbery.

What's that supposed to tell us,

that one of our crooks
has at least one hand?

The size of the print would indicate that the thief
was of diminutive stature.

- Let's drag him in.
- Hang on, hang on.

- What more do you want?
- A whole lot bloody more!

So one of our crooks
is a short-arse. So what?

Could be Squizzy.
Might be a kid.

I know a hundred kids
that'd fit that bill.

- It's Squizzy Taylor.
- What if it's a sheila?

It's not a bloody woman,
it's Squizzy Taylor.

Didn't you hear him?

There is nothing I'd like more
than to lock him up for keeps.

But he has no form
in warehouse robberies.

Who's to say he's not
broadening his horizons,
Brophy?

I say we take
a harder look at him.

Good luck. I've got a very
urgent appointment at the pub.

Of course you do!

- How do I look?
- Peachy.

Jacks! Run for it!

No, Ed, you can't leave me...
Shit!

Looks like we've
found lovers' lane, Frank.

Finish up there and move along.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

Come on.

That's all I could think of.

I will make it up to you.

I will take you out
for a hundred fancy dinners

to a hundred beautiful
restaurants.

You poor, sweet,
stupid little girl!

We can do whatever
your lovely heart desires.

Hi, Lorna.

- Is everything alright?
- They asked me to leave.

What? What,
the temperance people? Why?

There was a story about you
in this afternoon's paper.

- Have you seen it?
- No.

God, look at that photo.
That's awful.

That's why they asked me
to leave, you bastard!

Lorna, come on.

You said you'd given
all of that up.

I said I wasn't running
Stokes' place anymore.

But you've got
a respectable job now.

Which unfortunately
doesn't pay as well.

What about what's right?

What about doing what's right
for me and June?

I've lost my friends!
I've lost all of my friends!

You've got plenty of friends.

We're having a party here
Friday night.

You're going to make
plenty of new ones.

- I won't come down.
- Yes, you will.

- No, I won't.
- You will. That's the end
of it.

We've got to put on a good turn
for the Stokes,

otherwise it's going to end
very badly.

- And what does that mean?
- Just what I said.

I've seen the way
that woman looks at you,

and it's not decent!

You're imagining things, Lorna.

Hey, get my scrapbook!

Gotta hand it to you, Les.

You've gone to
a lot of trouble.

Oh, nothing's too much for you,
Henry.

So have you had any more trouble
from the jacks lately?

- No.
- Good.

Good, I'm glad to hear.

So we're back to
business partners?

Partners, Les.

With 50% discount
on the grog supply

until you've paid your debt.

That sounds fair and equitable,
doesn't it?

Did you just check Justice
O'Toole fondling that girl?

Wouldn't have thought this was
to your wife's taste, Les.

Oh, no, you'd be surprised.

Where is she anyway?
Out banging the temperance drum?

No, no. She's having a lie-down upstairs.

- Oh, not the flu, I hope?
- No, no, nothing contagious.

Oh, a migraine.

- I'm gonna get another one of these. Why has..oh! Grapes!
- I should top up. I'll be back.

Lorna, it's only me, Bert.

- Can I come in?
- Yes.

Les, he, um... he asked me to
come up and see how you were.

He couldn't come himself?

He's in the middle of things.
Being a host with the most, and everything.

- Course he is.
- I brought you some brandy.

- I don't drink.
- I know.

It's, um, for medicinal
purposes, you know.

Bert.

Annie. You're missing the show.

Oh, well, some like to watch.
Some have other preferences.

Hmm.

Well, I hope
you're enjoying yourself.

Oh, I'm having a ball.

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

I know.

S..See, I-I just want him to be
a better person.

He is the truest mate I've ever had.

- He's a criminal!
- I'm a criminal.

If you grew up where we grew up...

...you'd do whatever you had to do
to get out.

Tell Les I won't be down
this evening.

I hope you feel better soon.

Thanks, Bert.

Lorna?

Everyone's missing you.

Well, I'm missing you.

Come down with me.

- You look flushed.
- Oh, I am.

I've been running around
like a blue-arsed fly.

You should see it down there.
It looks spectacular.

It's like a Roman palace.

Oh.

No, it's...
it's very sophisticated.

It's all the rage in Europe.

And they're a very posh crowd.

Come on,
come downstairs with me.

And I promise you
from the bottom of my heart...

that I will be a better man.

Alright?

Oh, me God!

Haute Art-istic!

Hurrah!

Is your headache better, dear?

Much better, thank you.

Well done!

Thank you so much.
That was wonderful.

Look, I'm not one
for speechifying, but...

But I'd actually like to make
a very public welcome home

to my dear friends,
Henry and Annie Stokes.

And I'd like to present them...

just to show
my boundless affection

and high esteem for you both.

Raymond, let's get a photo
in here

Those coats have been
in our family for generations.

You're telling me these weren't
given to you by Squizzy Taylor?

I put it to you
they were stolen

from Edward Love and Company,
Chapel Street, South Yarra,

three nights ago.

- Pig's arse.
- Prove it.

I have every intention
of doing just that.

Bloody Piggott.
Who'd have thought?

You should have, you show pony!

You've got to admit, Henry,
it was a lovely photograph.

What's the idea of giving us
stolen property in the
first place?

It was quality merchandise,
which I'll happily replace.

- With a mink.
- With a mink, yeah.

Oh, we should have
given you up.

I'm very grateful
that you didn't.

We didn't because I want to
kill you myself.

Boys! Stop it!

Les is gonna fix this,
aren't you, Les?

- You have my word.
- Yeah? How?

Just... just leave it with me,
alright?

Ashtray.

Here it is.

Scheduled for two days.

Justices of the Peace: Tatnall,
Kelley and Whitney.

"Eenie, meanie, miney, mo,"

"Catch a nigger by the toe,
If he moves, let him go,"

"Eenie, meanie, miney, mo."

Hello, Mr George Whitney.

He's a chalkie
at the university.

He teaches the classics:
Latin, Greek...

Yeah, I know
what the classics are. Go on.

He lives in one of them colleges there...

- With his family?
- No family.

Goes to church every Sunday,
doesn't drink, doesn't even have a honey.

Well, there must be something, Tank.

- What does he do for fun?
- Fun? Goes to the pictures every Saturday night.

With.. these young men,
his students.

And they go for coffee
afterwards at Tate's.

What? Tate's on Collins Street?

Yeah.

Well, it's quite appropriate that
he teaches Greek, then, isn't it?

Are you alright?
Here, let me help.

- Oh, that's very kind of you.
- Not at all.

My name's Daniel, by the way.

I don't know
how blokes like George Whitney

can look at themselves
in the mirror.

Poor bastards ought to be
drowned at birth, I reckon.

Gives me a funny feeling

knowing I arranged
the whole affair.

I've made him fall in love.

Sorry, that seat's taken.

It's taken by me, George....
and so were these.

"Georgie Porgie,
puddin' and pie,"

"kissed the girls
and made them cry."

But you're not likely
to be kissing any girls,

are you, Georgie?

You bastard.

Will the defendants rise?

In the matter of the Crown

versus Harold Stokes
and Anne Charlotte Stokes,

we find the defendants guilty.

However, as this was not

a unanimous decision
of the bench -

God only knows why -

the penalty imposed
will not be as severe

as it otherwise
might have been.

Henry Stokes,
you are hereby fined £25.

Anne Charlotte Stokes,
you are fined £5.

Court is adjourned.

What is going on here, Pat?

A bloody fine!

Stokes and his missus
get away with a bloody fine.

Thought you had a watertight
case. Goods in custody.

Well, obviously Stokes
has nobbled the bench.

- That, or Taylor has.
- What, bribed the whole bench?

It only takes one bad apple to
ruin everything for us, James.

We just let them get away
with anything now?

Bombing houses,
corrupting judges?

The problem with you, blokes, is you play by the rules

then you look surprised when you get a kick in the nuts.

What about you, eh?
What about your arrest record?

Meaning?

You've never
laid a glove on Taylor.

Why is that, Jack?
Why are you protecting him?

I'll bring him down
before you do, don't worry about that.

- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah, that's right.

I'll do it my way,
and when I do,

I'll stick him up
your sanctimonious arses.

I want a couple of
bubble number three-in-the-fifths.

Bugger off, Brophy!

What if I got
my bookmaking ticket?

Would you see yourself
as my penciller?

- You serious?
- Nah, probably not.

Hey, I tell you, Royal Order,
what do you reckon?

- She runs well in the wet.
- Meh...it's one pair of trippin'.

- Hey, put a fiver on for me.
- On the nose.

You're nicked, Squizzy.

Alright, Jacko, very funny.
How much?

- What, ten quid?
- You're not going anywhere.

20 quid!

I'm charging you, you little
pipsqueak, so shut the fuck up!

No, I'm gonna be bailed
in an hour

and be back
to the track by lunch.

Not if I can't find a bail
justice in a hurry, you won't.

You're a bastard.

You're a bastard!

Lorn?

By the beginning of 1921,

the Spanish flu epidemic
was, by and large,

considered to have passed.

There were, however,
still the occasional victims,

and June Lorraine Taylor,
aged seven months,

was one of the last to succumb.

She's dead, Les.

Our little girl is dead.

Oh!

Les! Les!

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-lai

♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

♪ Hush, now don't you cry. ♪

Where were you?

Where were you
when we needed you?!

When June needed you!

Where were you?!

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