A Place to Call Home (2013–2018): Season 5, Episode 2 - Fallout - full transcript

Guard!

Quiet!

I need to see Dr. Samuels.

I've made a decision.

She's finally offering
a divorce.

I will accept full blame.

If you agree to this,
you will rue the day.

I can't see her being released
simply because of this.

We have to find a way
to work together.

It's not gonna be by me
compromising my standards.

- I saw your paintings.
- Yes.



They're lovely.

I'm stonkered.

I've seen a lot worse than this
on exhibition.

Oh, my God.

You cannot take it.

That's a signed Namatjira.

I'm finding the second book
a struggle.

What about your bottom drawer?

"Tender Vines"?

Perhaps I've been wrong.

Let's talk about publication.

Oh, God.

An ambulance!

Does Isaac know
that you're seeing him?



Well, he's not Jewish.
Of course not.

It would break
your uncle's heart.

He's dragging me off to Israel.
He's breaking mine.

Clothes are missing, bag.

She's run away.

She is Jewish.
She cannot deny that.

And David?

Well, it's his heritage
as well as hers.

There's something
we have to face.

It may mean there is no wedding.

Every major city in the world

faces becoming a Nagasaki
or Hiroshima

unless mankind confronts
the outstanding issue of 1958...

What to do
about the hydrogen bomb.

This weapon, if ever used again,

will cause
unimaginable destruction

and produce terrible effects
on generations as yet unborn.

Can nations of the world unite

to conquer man's
unnerving race...

You should have sat with us.

Well, I was hoping I might catch
Leah Gold sneaking in.

She's obsessed
with Marilyn Monroe.

If she were anywhere
in the vicinity...

How long has it been?

Two days.

No George?

No.

Righto, ladies.

What we've got to find is one
of these grates full of hot air.

Oh, ignore him.

'Cause I reckon Dawnie
could give old Marilyn

a run for her money
in the pins department,

especially when you go
like that!

Don't!

The drains in Inverness
don't blow hot air...

unlike you, Roy Briggs.

Next fancy-dress party,
that's what you're wearing.

Oh, those two are funnier
than the film.

I really thought she'd be here.

I foolishly gave Isaac hope.

Good luck.

Thanks.
Night, Jack.

Night.

Something's going on.

Hmm?

George and Sarah.

If I could have got that ratbag
boy today, I tell you...

We agreed
you're to leave him to me.

This selfish girl,
this isn't my Leah.

I didn't raise her
to be like this.

It's just her time to rebel.

All my savings have been spent
on these tickets.

I-I know.

The life there...
the kibbutz life.

Ha.

This is Miriam's.

For Leah.

You can mind them for her.

Mm. Hamantaschen.
Rugelach.

Oh, this takes me back to Paris
before the war.

David's in for a treat.

Hm.

Look, I, uh, I don't understand
my religion well.

I-I'm the first to admit it.

You put me in a synagogue,

I'm standing up,
everybody's sitting down.

Yes.

You know?

But what I do know is that,
uh...

yeah, it has always felt good
to be Jewish.

And that's what I want her
to have.

And to pass down.

The traditions.

Yeah.

Together, we go to Israel
to see the hope and the promise.

But I know that if she
turns away from Judaism now...

...she'll never come back.

It's Superboy!

Larry, you idiot.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It was a joke.

Are you all right?

- You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right.

Okay. Good.
You sit down.

'Cause, uh, I got you something.

Sit down.

I got you some food,

and I think you should eat it
before it gets cold.

What?

I can't help worrying
about Uncle Isaac.

He'll be all right.
I promise.

Just so I'm clear...

On his school form,
for instance, under religion,

you'd prefer if we put Jewish.

Then what?
I...

I am trying to understand.

For David to be Jewish.

But if it's passed down
the mother's line...

To know that he is.

Each night, he kneels
to say his prayers to Jesus.

You taught him that.
Your family too.

But why haven't I taught him the
Shema, the children's prayer?

- In Hebrew?
- I'm not blaming you.

I'm the one who has let it slip.

Well, can he say both?
The... The...

Shema.

The Shema and his other prayers.

Isn't that why we did both
when he was born...

the bris and the baptism?

It's all weighted on your side,
though, isn't it?

- My side?
- He goes to church each week.

And now it's Sunday school.

He comes home full of stories
about miracles

and disciples and the devil.

And all he knows about Judaism

is that when we go
to the Golds',

he has to wear a funny hat.

And singing the Shema at night,
it's hardly a balance.

Why don't we look at this
from another angle?

You are a wonderful mother.

I do my best.

Oh, you do more than that.

We have a very happy little boy

who could simply choose his own
religion when he's old enough.

If we lived near a synagogue,
but we don't.

We can't be part of a Jewish
community, and I accept that.

I also accept that if...
when we marry,

it won't be under a chuppah.

So be it.

But when it comes
to my child's future...

Our child.

What was it all for?

Millions of men, women,
and children died.

What was it for?

He certainly doesn't need
to learn that... not yet.

If I'm so upset about Leah
turning her back on her faith,

her family, and culture, how can
I not raise my son as Jewish?

And if... if we can't agree
on that,

then I don't see
how we can marry.

Let's not turn this
into a catastrophe!

I can't marry you

unless we agree that David
will be raised as a Jew.

The Blighs
are Church of England.

The Nordmanns aren't.

David isn't a Nordmann.
He's a Bligh.

Is it really this or nothing?

Yes.

Now?

After all we've been through?

Perhaps because
of all we've been through.

We have a lot to consider.

Yes.

You're joking, aren't you?

It was a mistake
to offer it for publication.

I made a mistake.

"Tender Vines" has
tremendous potential.

I've been writing nothing
but rubbish all year.

I panicked.

You're not the first writer
in the world to struggle.

Struggle is one thing.

There are some days where I
thought I'd be better off dead.

If we publish "Tender Vines,"
I'd have a book out, yes,

but then there's the interviews
and all the ballyhoo.

I'd be flung back
into the past and...

I can't.

Are the memories that painful?

My grand failure.

I'll make it up to you.

Never mind me.
It's you.

It's for the best.

I've never known a writer

to destroy what sounded like
a perfectly wonderful novel.

Then you've never met... me.

Darling, I know
this may seem urgent, but...

I just wanted to get it done.

The doctor was very specific
this morning...

Go home and rest.

- Well, I'm lying down.
- Bed rest is what he meant.

Oh, goodness.

Good evening.
Surrey Street Refuge.

Elizabeth. I've been trying you
at home for a while.

I just took a potshot
you might be there.

Yes, we certainly are.

Doing what?

Yes.
That's right.

Daffodils.

He coughed himself
into a hemorrhage.

He's just out of hospital.

He should be resting
until he gets his results.

I've been told there's no need
for the latter.

Well, of course he needs to get
his results.

Let me speak to him.

Uh, Jack would like a word.

Oh, not right now.

Did you hear that?

Is George still coming down
tomorrow?

You want him to have a word
with Douglas?

Is that what you're saying?

That would be lovely.
Thank you, Jack.

Mm.
Bye-bye.

Sarah not coming up?

Not tonight.

Regina?

No, that's not the problem.

She has had some tension
with Henry.

Perhaps his staying here
is strain.

Not at all. Not at all.
I...

I certainly enjoy his company.

Ah.
How's Douglas?

He's ignoring orders to rest

and reluctant to return
for his results.

- That's ridiculous.
- Elizabeth's very anxious.

Well, I'll talk to him
when we go down there.

She'd appreciate that.

Here he is.

A letter from James.
Nothing that can't be shared.

I'll leave it here.

Won't you join us?

Uh, thank you,
but a big day tomorrow.

- Good night, all.
- Good night.

Good night, Henry.
Sleep well.

Excuse me.

Jack, would you mind
closing the door, please?

Sure.

If this could be kept
between the two of us.

Sarah and I are having a...

...an argument.

About?

Religion.

Excuse me, Henry.

Just wondering about
the surgeon's residence.

When do you expect to move in?

I'm not a builder, Jack.

Working together and living
under the same roof...

...may not have been
the best idea.

Well... you see, the thing is,

James Bligh invited me
to stay here.

Just as Carolyn née Bligh
invited you, I imagine.

But, of course, if you,
Dr. Duncan,

would like me to make
alternative arrangements,

then by all means,
all you have to do is ask.

No hard feelings, then?

Tricky adrenelectomy
in the morning.

Good night.

George.

It's a fundamental part
of who we are.

Well, speak for yourself.

I don't believe in any of it.
Sorry.

David will be an heir
to Ash Park.

The heir to Ash Park has
always been Church of England.

Why do you go to church?

I do.
That's the point.

Because it's a habit.

A sore bottom and boredom
once a week.

Habit or not... and I don't
happen to agree, by the way...

the church is where we learn
our moral values.

Jews lives moral lives.

Atheists live moral lives.

And it's not as if Sarah
is over-religious.

She's not.
She's...

Oh, how do they put it?

Observant.
She's observant.

Do you ever pray?

Do I...

I am praying right now, Carolyn.

I'm praying that my sister
will leave me in peace

so I can enjoy this...
this very fine brandy.

Oh, my dear brother.

We Blighs, led by you,

have stretched ourselves
to accommodate so much...

Anna's conversion
to Catholicism,

James and how he is.

His lover stays under our roof,
yours nearby.

The woman you love
has a burning desire

to see your Jewish child raised
in that faith.

Can you honestly counter
that you have an equal desire

to see him raised C of E?

Don't work too late.

And choose your battles wisely.

Night.

Good night.

For... Forgive me.

For... Forgive me.

Forgive me. Forgive me.
Forgive me.

And what of the recurring
dreams, Regina?

Or similar dreams of anger,
hatred, revenge?

Remembering that these dreams
and the feelings they invoke

could be signposts
in your recovery.

I sleep straight through
the night, or so it seems.

We've put you through quite
a journey, haven't we, Regina?

I'm so very you came here
when you did, Doctor.

I wouldn't be here today
if it wasn't for you.

I'm merely the facilitator.

You're the one
who's done the work.

Everything for the good.

Tell me what you're
thinking about.

The same thing I was thinking
over breakfast.

Whether the snails had gotten
into my lovely little garden bed

after all that rain.

What say we play hooky today,
hmm?

Combine your talk therapy
with a stroll,

check on those snails?

Yes.

Yes, please.

Do you like jazz?

When it's good.

The Australian Quartet
is playing all this week.

Last gig before they head off
to America.

What?

"Last gig."

Well, that's what we hip folks
say, man.

So shall we go one night?

I'm off, I'm afraid.

Sorry?

I've been thinking it over,

and, um, a girl can't sit around
waiting for inspiration.

So I'm heading up to Ash Park
for a while.

You'll be coming back down here.

No.
I'll stay put.

Here, I'm restless as a willow
in a wind storm.

Or a gale.

Inverness has helped me deliver
the goods in the past,

so hopefully, busy, busy, busy.

And you're not intending
to invite me up, are you?

No.

You'll give me the first read?

Only if you don't nag.

Now, I have to pack.

Good morning.

We're closing at lunch today,
Miss.

You can come back tomorrow.

I'm just checking in.

I really don't know, Miss...
Sister.

Honest.

How do you think
your mother would feel

if you just disappeared?

- All right.
- Really?

Or arrested,
taken to the station?

I've done nothing wrong.

Withholding information
from authorities.

That's a charge.

You'd never forgive yourself
if something happened to her.

Where do you think
she might have gone?

Just not that Israel joint.
That's all I know.

It's a country called Israel.
It's not an Israel joint.

Well, that's a real
interesting lesson, Miss,

but got mates waiting.

One, two, a-one, two, three.

♫ Well, bless my soul ♫

♫ What's wrong with me? ♫

♫ I'm itchin' like a man
on a fuzzy tree ♫

♫ My friends say I'm acting
wild as a bug ♫

♫ I'm in love ♫

♫ I'm all shook up ♫

♫ Uh-huh-huh ♫

♫ Mm-mmm ♫

♫ Yeah ♫

♫ Well, my hands are shaky
and my knees are weak ♫

♫ I can't seem to... ♫

Hey.

Leah.

Leah. Leah, please.
I'm trying to help you.

I know you don't believe me.

No, I'm not going with him.
He can't make me go.

- Please, Sarah.
- He can't. It's true.

- He can't make you go.
- No. You're on his side.

You just need to go
to the house

- and talk to him.
- No! No! No!

He's your uncle,
and he's worried.

It's all about the war
and the guilt!

I'm sick of it!

Why can't I live the life
I want?

That's a terrible thing to say.

Now let's just tell him
you're safe.

If you're so keen on Israel,
why don't you go there?

I'm sorry, but I'm not a baby.

- It's this boy, the gentile.
- I'm an adult.

Isaac, let her speak.

I don't want to go with you.

You will go if I have to
drag you up the gangplank.

- Isaac.
- You will not marry out.

This is not
what Miriam would want.

- Please!
- All she did for you!

- Looked after you.
- I know, but...

And you give your virginity up
to a goy!

Where is your self-respect?!

Uncle!

You go and have a test
at the doctor's

and prove me that I'm wrong.

Go on.
Have test.

Because I'm right!

She'll just run away again,
and why wouldn't she?

Then I will nail
her window shut.

What is it that you want
for her?

Really want?

That she should live
a good life.

And that she should be happy.

Yes, so we have to be
a lot smarter than this.

I talked her into coming home,

and you ruined it
in one fell swoop.

Let me try and strike a deal
with her.

So that she can come with me?

So that you don't lose her
for good.

Just hold that down
for a few minutes. Thanks.

Any hypos since I last saw you?

No.

Any problems checking
your, uh, levels at home?

No.

Good.
Well, keep taking the tablets.

Stick to the diet.
Watch your sugar.

Do you usually go along?

Anzac Day.

Depends where I am.

Don't reckon there's any such
thing as the war experience.

You?

Every man's different.

I was on the Burma Railway.

That new film,
"Bridge on the River Kwai"...

I'm not sure I'll be seeing
that one.

There's a few blokes around here
were on the Kokoda Track.

A few ended up in Changi.

Can I let go?

Yeah.

I'll see you in a week.

Thank you.

Changi was a holiday camp.

That's what we reckoned, anyway.

Well, where were you, then?

And here we are.

Mrs. Goddard has been calling.

Thank you, Lynette.

Wow.
This is so nice.

Not so fast.

Your uncle thinks you and Larry
have slept together.

Is he right?

No.

I believe you.

I trust you'll tell me
if that's likely to change

- while you live at Ash Park.
- Yes.

And just because you're here

doesn't mean you're cutting ties
with him.

You're to write
to your uncle every week.

- Okay.
- You have to pull your weight.

Look after David.
Respect our rules.

And help at the women's clinic
some days.

It's 10 shillings a week
with room and board.

And you can change your mind
tomorrow if you want to.

Do I still have to be a Jew?

For goodness' sake, Leah.
You are.

You are a Jew.

And, you know,
even if you changed your name

to Heidi Mutter
and dressed in a dirndl,

brush up against an anti-Semite
anywhere in the world,

and I can assure you you will
never be let off the hook.

Now, you'll be sleeping
up at the big house.

I need you to stay with David.

And you can put that down now.

Good Lord!

You're telling me
she's down there now?

It's a good solution.

She's lovely with David,
and he adores her.

Let me get this straight.

For the past four years,
we've had a perfect situation,

excellent maids
whom our son also adores,

and now, without any thought
of consulting me,

you've hired a rebellious
Jewish girl to replace them.

If someone doesn't intervene,

there'll be such an estrangement
between her and Isaac.

That's his problem.
It's not ours.

I promised her aunt
I'd watch out for her.

Sarah... tell me really
why she's here.

Well, it's been like a...
like a bucket of cold water.

A wake-up call to the essence
of how I live...

or haven't been living
as a Jew, yes.

She just needs some guidance,
George.

I'm afraid she's not
the only one.

Carolyn's waiting.

He's actually just left now.

But he'll be going back
to see her again, won't he?

Really, Elizabeth,
it's not for us to discuss.

Well, I beg to differ.

I intend to use all my powers
of persuasion to stop this.

George seemed reassured
by the psychiatrist.

- He...
- Doctors can be duped.

Oh, Sarah, you and I both know

she should have been put away
for life.

Believe me, I wish I could stop
him from going there, but...

So he isn't listening to you
either.

He has listened to me.

It's just that I'm...
I'm asking enough right now.

What could possibly be
more important?

You've given him your opinion.
I've given him my trust.

Now it's up to him.
It's his divorce.

Yeah. Sarah, George can be weak.
You know that.

- Ah.
- He is often easily swayed.

He's good and decent.

That's not weak.

That really was Elizabeth Bligh
talking.

Let's finish this call.

Neither of us wants to argue,
yes?

My best to Douglas
for his health.

Thank you.

- I simply meant...
- I know.

She said I was being
Elizabeth Bligh.

Oh, no chance of that,
Lizzie, darling.

I just don't know how anyone
could ever think

of trusting Regina ever again.

Don't worry.

I fear for them, Douglas.

They have their lives,
and we have ours.

Oh, good.
Let me see.

Beebie thinks he has talent.

Oh, speaking of which,
when are we getting

another best-seller
from Anna Bligh?

Soon. Soon.

Good.

Now these.

They're his watercolors
from Central Australia.

In the Namatjira style.

These are what he seems
to have been painting

since he came to Inverness.

The palette is much deeper.

- Mm-hmm.
- The greens.

You've discovered him, Mama.

Not so fast.

Now, these are
his Namatjira style, let's say.

This is the actual Namatjira
that he has.

You know, one just sold
for a 100 guineas

at the David Jones art show.

You did have fun that night.

My husband told me he took
lessons from him... Namatjira.

If it is a Namatjira.

These desert ones here,
he hasn't signed them.

Not yet.

You may have stumbled across
a forger, you know.

No, no.
No.

There's an awful lot of it
about.

Faster! Faster!

Supplies.

George.

Oh, how lovely.

Season of mists
and mellow fruitfulness.

It's wonderful.

Now, as to the matter of the
divorce, you've heard my views.

I will leave it
in your capable hands.

Tell me about Douglas.

Oh, George... it was dreadful.

It was truly dreadful.

I'm sure he persuaded the doctor
to discharge him early,

and now he's acting
as if nothing's happened.

I'm not sure what to do.

I've never really shaken off
that bug I picked up in Cairo.

That's all it is.

Douglas, with respect, you need
to return to your specialist

for your results.

I appreciate your concern.

I strongly advise you deal with
this issue promptly.

Your procrastination
is causing Mother distress.

Well, that's the pot
calling the kettle black.

Sorry, George.

I'm sorry.
Truth is, I'm afraid.

I'm afraid this might be
the beginning of the end.

Not for me, just for...

...what we have.

Mm.

Ignoring it
won't make it go away.

It'll only make matters worse.

For Mother?

I'll confirm the appointment.

Good idea.

It'll be nothing, of course.

And if it is something...

What is it
that American chappie says?

Which one?

When fate hands you a lemon,
make lemonade.

- Some of Roy's novels.
- Oh.

Why he saves them,
who would know?

Ah.

She could be a model.

She really could.

Oh, Mrs. Briggs, Mrs. Collins.

And lovely with it.

If my eyes don't deceive me,
she's wearing Dior.

She is.
Dior.

Hello.

Haven't I seen you somewhere
before?

The prodigal authoress returns.

Your desk is set up,
ready to go.

Um, we've all made a vow
of silence.

Your wish is our command.

Oh.
Not too much pressure, then.

Henry!
Darling!

Oh, Lordy, Miss Bligh!

- Oh.
- How long are you in town?

As long as it takes.

Ah. Well, no distractions here.
Take it from me.

The cocktail trolley
rolls out at 5:00.

Lovely.

Don't worry. I'll keep you sane
until James returns.

Every good boy deserves a beard.

My question to you is,

what do you think would
be better, politically?

A divorce next year

on the grounds of her five years
in an institution or...

or accept her offer now?

How does she seem... Regina?

I-I occasionally wonder how
she's managing in that place.

She seemed cogent.

Appeared to be self-aware,
without animus.

So it seems.

Psychiatrists continue
her treatment.

Electro-zapping, or...

Talk therapy.
Psychoanalysis.

Are psychiatrists real doctors,
though?

I reckon the jury's still out
on that one.

I have heard it said.

My advice is to take her up
on it.

She couldn't have picked
a better time.

A fresh start
to your second term,

and all the groundwork
we've done starts bearing fruit.

On the other hand,
if I wait until next year,

the divorce,
it'll be on my own terms.

I find it difficult to believe

that there isn't
an ulterior motive on her part.

One term in Canberra and you're
more cynical than I am.

She could be making this offer

in an attempt to execute
revenge.

I can hear your mother talking,
George.

The more I weigh it up...

Do you know what happens
if you wait for a divorce

on the grounds of insanity?

When she finally comes out,

she has every reason
to tell anyone who'll listen...

and they will... that you and
your new missus drove her mad,

sent her insane.

This offer, her way,
she admits in court

she was mentally cruel to you,
full stop.

She's discredited. It's a gift.
She's out of your life.

I can't see why she'd be
so altruistic.

Well, obviously
the treatment's working.

You probably have two women
in your ear right now...

mother and mistress.

But you have to decide
what's best for your career.

Now, I don't want to sound
immodest,

but my advice has mostly been
spot on.

Wouldn't you say, hmm?

Yes.
Yes, it has.

I'd like to suggest a drink,
but I've got an editor to sack.

You're with Frederick Stern.
He's the best on divorce.

If she tries any argy-bargy,
they'll knock it on the head.

Sterm still doing
the right thing by you

with the mortgage rate?

- I always mean to ask.
- Of course.

Yeah.
Take Reggie up on her offer.

Nice clear road straight ahead.

Bye, George.

How long would it... might it
have been there, do you think?

The lump.

The most important thing is that
you've found it, Mrs. O'Rourke.

Mr. Fox.
I'm sorry, Sheila.

I didn't know you were here.

Mrs. O'Rourke requested that
I join her for this appointment.

So in cases such as yours,
for best chances of recovery,

I suggest what we called
a Halsted radical mastectomy.

We remove the breast,
lymph nodes,

and a small part
of the chest wall.

Some of my colleagues
like to take

a piece of the rib cage as well,

but I like to think
we can remove any stray cells

without having to do that.

It's all there, along with
your admission to hospital.

Do you have any questions,
Sheila?

Sorry to ask, but a lady I know,
she just had...

not all that done.

More of a... simple thing,
she said.

Well, good luck to her.
She may need it.

I'd be all...

I don't know what to think.

I'm sorry to waste your time.

Sheila.
Sheila, please, wait.

Don't go telling my husband,
please.

He wouldn't want this.

He wouldn't want me
all deformed.

I'm sorry.

You could have called me
when she arrived

or one of the other nurses
from the clinic.

- She's my patient.
- She was referred by the clinic.

The whole point of this was
to avoid situations like this.

Now, I know her homelife.

Her husband will terrify her
into not coming back.

When I require
a medical opinion,

I shall seek out
a fellow surgeon.

I never have and cannot imagine

that I ever will feel the need
to consult a nurse.

At least I knew who it
was ferreting through my stuff.

I hope you'll
accept this as an apology.

Some paints
and watercolor papers.

I picked them up
while I was in the city.

And a few brushes
from Cassell's.

They also do mail orders

in case there's anything else
you need.

All right.
I'll take them.

And these are the photographs
I took of your work.

A friend of mine
is a very good art dealer.

I showed her those.

She... She admires your work
as much as I do,

so I hope that inspires you
a little to keep painting.

Well, anyway, I sh... I should...

Missus.

Thanks for these.

Carolyn, please.

Or I get Caro.
Either one.

Y-You know they've forecast
heavy rain?

Just might be good
to check the roof.

It would be terrible
to lose any of your paintings,

but if that is a Namatjira,

one of them just sold
for 100 guineas.

They're only going to increase
in value is what I mean.

Not that you'd want to sell it.

I know.
Anyway.

Missus.

You said if it's a Namatjira?

My friend just said there are
some forgeries around.

- Well, it was painted by Albert.
- Well, that's good, then.

Well, why would I say
that it was if it wasn't?

And with all respect,

don't go telling me
that I've misunderstood,

'cause I don't reckon I have.

Watch out for snakes.

He didn't seem too worried,
I don't think.

Of course not.

You come from the big house
on the hill.

I feel bad enough.
Don't rub it in.

Let me ask you something...
If he was a white man,

let's say that artist
of Olivia's...

- Oh, don't mention him.
- He's the only artist I know.

My point is, would you have said
that to him?

What are you doing anyway,

running around
taking photographs?

Trying to help.

Surely you've got better things
to do with your time.

Actually, you know what?

I don't.

I have never been bored
in my life, but I am now.

I am not idle.

I do what I can around
the property with James gone,

or the women's clinic,

filing or whatever else
Sarah needs.

I've stuck my nose
into the shearing,

but that's all under control.

So is it any wonder

that when there's a hokey band
playing in a hokey hall...

- Hey, calm down.
- ...or a scratch film

once a week, I can't wait?!

I'm almost sleepless
with anticipation!

- What do you want me to do?!
- Nothing!

Or something!
I don't know!

Welcome back to Ash Park, Anna.

I'm here to say that I accept.

I accept and appreciate
your offer of divorce.

It is without malice.

Thank you.

I wish you the very best.

I behaved in a despicable way.

If only we could claw back time.

The human curse.

Along with awareness
of our own mortality,

unique amongst the animals.

You'll have to instigate the
documentation for the courts.

Mm.

I do wish you
and your family well.

Goodbye, George.

You're here because Sarah says
you must?

- To say goodbye?
- No.

She's here
because she loves you, Isaac.

Now it's time to get your bag
into the car.

I want to stop
at the mechanic's.

Do you think that's wise?

I hope so.

Jimmy Dancer.

Well, if I can get along
on one good lung...

...then I say let's get rid
of the crook one.

Let's make lemonade.

What you see before you
is a silly old Jew.

Yeah.
I-I don't know...

But one who knows how to fight.

I've thrown more hand grenades
than you've had hot breakfasts.

But when it came to fighting
for Leah's Aunt Miriam,

that was the battle
to end them all.

Why do you think that was?

- Her... Her father?
- Mm.

It took me a long time
to prove to him

that I deserved his daughter.

But not once...

not once did I ever
disrespect her.

I never have disrespected her.

Don't be thinking, "Oh, well,
he's gone away now.

Who cares?"

No, I won't.

Because there's another Jew
in town to be afraid of,

even more than me.

The things she's done in two
wars most men could never do.

And she'll be watching you.

And she has eyes
in the back of her head.

Hmm?

I'm guessing you put
the fear of God into him.

Not so much.

But you did.

I can walk to the station
from here.

I could do with the exercise.

My girl.

Until we meet in Israel.

May the Lord turn His face
to you...

...and grant you peace.

He is what matters.

Yes.

All right.

He can be raised Jewish.

Ash Park remains
a Christian household,

and if he turns to Christianity
when he's of age,

we both allow him that.

Agreed.

Thank you.

But never use our marriage
as an ultimatum ever again.

That was not my intention,
George.

It's how it felt to me.

Sorry to make it so late.

Oh, any time for you,
Sir Richard.

You've been a true friend
to Mrs. Bligh...

in fact, I'm told,

the only one throughout
her entire incarceration.

I was never here.

No names, no pack drills,
Sir Richard.

Ah.

She's had a good week,
by the sound of it.

Mm.
Quite spectacular.

Might book myself in
for a bit of a rest sometime.

We could put you under
our psychoanalysis.

You wouldn't want to get stuck
in my dreams.

That's for sure.

Given her recent progress,
I will shortly be making

a recommendation to the
parole board for her release.

How soon might that happen?

Two to three months, I'd say.

Ah.

Bloody marvelous.