A Place to Call Home (2013–2018): Season 5, Episode 3 - All That Glitters - full transcript

I saw your paintings.

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

These are the photographs
I took of your work.

What are you doing, anyway,

running around
taking photographs?

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

Actually, you know what?
I don't.

Let's see.

When I'm finished.
The book.

Your publisher
has the right to chivvy.

And your lover
has the right to a kiss.



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

And you have to
pull your weight.

You look after David,
respect our rules.

The past four years
we've had 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.

Jimmy Dancer.

If I can get along
on one good lung,

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

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

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

She's finally
offering a divorce.

My advice is take her up on it.



She couldn't have picked
a better time.

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

I'm telling you, we all will.

I accept and appreciate
your offer of divorce.

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.

No. Don't shoot.

Don't shoot me! No!

What you gonna give?!

Anything! Anything!

I want your chocolate.

Not my chocolate!

Ha ha ha! Yes!
Your chocolate or your life!

It's only been eight weeks.

- Slow down.
- Nonsense.

You're perfectly comfortable
there, aren't you, darling?

Counting backwards from ten!

- No no! I'm running away!
- Ten!

Nine!

- What comes next?
- Eight!

- Ha ha ha!
- Whoo!

So, what time will you come?

Soon as I can sneak out.

I'll bring something
to make the place nicer.

- Yeah, me too.
- Really?

- What?
- You'll see.

Cripes, it's Sarah.

I got to go.
It's Friday.

You know, Shabbat.

Thought she might've gotten sick

of making you do
all that Jewish stuff by now.

Yeah, that's what you think.

She's getting worse.

I'll come
as soon as I can get away.

- Bang! Bang!
- Oh!

Bang bang bang bang!

David, David,
that's enough, darling.

- Grandpa's getting tired.
- Bang!

You double-crossed me,
you dirty rat.

Mm, this fresh air's
certainly good for Douglas.

Yes, it appears to have
grown his lung back.

Quite the miracle.

Mummy, Mummy!

And this one keeps wanting
to take his shoes off.

I know.

And if you don't mind, I'd
rather he didn't play with guns.

Quite right too.
You need to get inside.

All right,
Shabbat's at quarter to 5:00,

so we'll see you then.

- Come on, sweetheart.
- Is Granny coming?

Yes.
Isn't it exciting?

Let's go see what Leah's up to.

Did you say we would attend?

David's being raised as a Jew.

Oh, really, Douglas,
as if the facts of his birth

won't be enough of a hindrance
in life for him.

Darling, you'll just
have to get used to it.

I don't have to
get used to anything.

Which includes you ignoring
the doctor's orders

about overexertion.

I should tie you up.

No running!

- Leah! Bang bang bang bang!
- Hello.

Oh!
Was it fun with Grandpa?

Yes, really fun.

Go put your toy away.

This is a pleasant change.

I thought this week
I'd do it early.

Nothing to do
with talking to Larry?

You don't have to lie
about seeing him.

Why don't you like him?

It's not a matter
of me liking him or not,

just don't get too serious.

There's a very big world
out there.

- What, Israel, you mean?
- Not just Israel.

I don't want you to limit
your horizons, that's all.

Lovely.
Just the cup.

There you are, sir.
While I think of it.

Perfect.

How beautiful.

I picked a few outfits
I thought you might like.

Get you started till you
feel like going shopping.

Thank you, Dickie.
That's very thoughtful.

The pied-à-terre I'm organizing

will be ready
in a couple of days.

You being released early
put me on the hop.

It's such a strange feeling.

I've also organized
an appointment

with the beauty salon
downstairs.

Just because you've been
to the funny farm

doesn't mean
you have to look like it.

So when am I due
at the embalmers?

10 minutes.

I'll go down with you.

No, you go, Dickie.
I'll just catch my breath.

We're in this together,
don't forget.

Oh, of course I won't.

Thank you.

My wife... my future wife...
is a convert.

She's raising our son as Jewish.

I just feel it might be better
if we three were

of the same faith.

- How does she feel about that?
- Oh, she doesn't know yet.

I feel I need to understand more
before we discuss it.

That's sensible.

I did raise the conversion with
a rabbi in Canberra recently.

Now, he seemed to put as many
hurdles in my way as possible.

Now, I-I was surprised,
I must say.

We want to make sure
that the only motivation

isn't just
to please someone else.

It has to be
an internal commitment.

Oh, of course.

He was just testing
your resolve.

As your fellow club members here
would test you

if instead of merely
inviting a rabbi in for a drink,

you yourself became a Jew.

Well, in that case,
I hope that I would either

make a terrible fuss
as I departed,

or, um, history if I stayed.

Think long and hard, Mr. Bligh.

There is a pathway
to join the Jewish people.

- However...
- Excuse me, sir.

Bear with me, Rabbi.

Excuse me.

Is this person
still in the club?

It was a telephone message, sir.

Pardon me, Rabbi.

Not at all.
I need to get home for Shabbat.

You'd be most welcome
to join us.

- Perhaps another time.
- Okay.

Mr. Bligh.

Won't you sit down?

No, I won't, thank you.

I must say that I'm surprised

that you're aware
of her release, Mr. Bligh.

If a Sydney Morning Herald
journalist knows,

I daresay it wouldn't be long
before I did too.

Oh, it didn't come from here,
I can assure you.

It's far too early
for her to be out.

As her husband,
I should have been consulted.

With due respect,
my only dealings with you

have concerned your acceptance
of her offer of a divorce.

You really have no right
to be consulted at all.

I beg your pardon...

I'm not according you blame,
Mr. Bligh,

just stating the facts.

Whatever the case,

Regina agreeing to
and offering you a divorce

has been a vital and necessary
step in her recovery.

Regina's skill at deception
has caused us all great agony.

It isn't easy to forget

someone threatening to bash the
brains out of a newborn child.

I would have thought it sensible
to err on the side of caution.

Regina will have to rebuild
her life

in a world
that will seem hostile to her.

Frankly, she has more to fear
from your reaction

than you do from her release.

Put yourself in her position.

You might like to
put yourself in mine.

It was my son.

I signed a medical release
based on my conviction

that she was ready.

The court concurred.

The slightest harm
to my family from Regina,

it'll be on your head.

Dinner will be at 7:00.

Uh, Douglas has accepted
an invitation

to go to Sarah's religious meal.

The word is Shabbat.

Not saying it
won't make it go away.

"Douglas isn't
up to it" worked when I wasn't.

Four invites later
seems plain rude.

Sarah would decline
any invitation from me

to attend our Eucharist,

which is her right,
and I respect that.

She's David's mother, darling.

She's a Jew.
That makes him one, so...

According to their rules,
not ours.

This Shabbat invitation
feels like

some sort of indoctrination.

Oh, come on, Mother.

Isn't that what happens
at church every Sunday?

- That's a bit much, Caro.
- It's the truth.

David is a Bligh,
and this is Ash Park.

I'm not being anti-Semitic,
I'm being pro-Bligh.

We have our traditions.

We should raise David
in the Church of England.

When he's an adult,
he can choose his religion.

- Why can't he do both?
- Because...

Ah, saved by the bell.

Because it's incredibly
important to his mother

that he be raised Jewish,
and George has agreed.

Surely not.

All right, all right.

"Will there really be a morning?

Is there such a thing as day?

Could I see it
from the mountains

if I were as tall as they?"

"Has it feet like water lilies?

Has it feathers like a bird?

Is it brought
from famous countries..."

Elizabeth, you're early.
Good. Come in, come in.

Douglas can't make it?

We won't be coming for dinner.

I think your telephone
might be off the hook.

Yes, it is.

Ah, I'm afraid
I have some bad news.

From George.

Regina has been released.

- When?
- This morning.

Where is she?

George is endeavoring
to find out.

According to the doctor,

it was her offer of a divorce
that was the key, apparently,

to her miraculous recovery.

Now, I warned you both,
didn't I?

All you had to do
was ignore her.

Anyone could see
it was just a ploy

to be deemed sane
and to procure her release.

A decision had to be made.

The wrong decision.

She won't come back here.

She'd be mad to.

Sarah, she is mad.

I think we should
just carry on as normal.

As you see fit.

I think so.

Very well.

Good night.

Good night.

The tickle monster is here!

All right, all right.
Up you get.

Only me.
Hope you're decent.

I would rather
you knocked, Dickie.

I'd rather I had all the keys.

Just checking up on my assets.

Drink?

Yes, a pot of tea, please.

Ah, Room 16.

Actually, I wasn't too keen
on your mood when I left.

Thought I'd check up on you.

- I won't do anything foolish.
- Good.

Oh, this is
an improvement, all right.

I thought you'd go back
to the brunette.

It helps define the new me.

Well, not too new.

The old one and I
were a good team.

You don't need to be
all over me, Dickie.

I need to manage by myself.

You can't and you won't.

Don't bite the hand
that feeds you, Reggie.

You are a four-year investment.

Will I appear in your report
to the shareholders?

There you go.

They should be running around
like headless chooks by now

if my bloke's done his job.

Old Ma Bligh might save us
the effort and die of shock

when she finds out
you're roaming free.

Anyway, just relax.
You've got plenty of time.

Forget the tea.

Get the cocktails running.

Things'll seem rosier
in the morning.

See you tomorrow, same time.

Be here.

Stop sighing.

You hated it.

It's inspired.

What?

You have something to say,
my darling,

and the talent to say it.

Oh, my God.

You're not just saying that
because you're...

Softhearted about you I may be.
Softheaded I am not.

That is the best thing
that you could say to me.

This time I just felt
so completely absorbed in it.

And then the next moment
I'd written 20 pages.

I just... I wasn't sure
if they were any good.

Must be something
in the waters of Ash Park.

To which, by the way,
these past two months

you have not once invited me.

Note the pain in my voice.

You'd be bored to tears.

She hid him in the shadows,
where all secret love resides.

Now you sound like
a character in "Peyton Place."

"Peyton Place" contains
nothing as bad as that.

And your sex scenes
are far more scandalous.

Wheel me out of the shadows.
Just for fun.

The tribal rites of Ash Park.

I'll be like Margaret Mead
among the Samoans.

We might eat you.

Come on.

Make an honest man of me.

I'll have to meet them
sooner or later.

Mm?

Excuse me.
Can I have a word?

- The usual?
- Yeah.

George, did you invite a member
of the tribe of Abraham in here?

- What of it?
- You ruffled feathers.

He's a former RAAF fighter ace,
for God's sake, Richard.

Actually, I need to talk to you
about something confidential.

- Regina.
- What about her?

You...

You haven't heard?
You must have known.

Herald journalist has it.

Called me here.

Heard what?

She's been released
from the asylum.

No consultation with me.

Well, no one told me, and if
I don't know, it never happened.

Are you able to
suppress the story for us?

I'll do my best.

At least stop it
appearing in print.

Well, that's in
all our interests.

Thank you.

You off already?

I need to get back to Ash Park.
Obvious reasons.

Oh, she won't go back there.

I need to be
with Sarah and David.

I understand that.

They don't deserve an encore
of what they went through.

No one does.

Shall we do the prayer together?

You listen to me.

Now, I stepped in with Isaac
on your behalf, did I not?

I have been understanding
and trusting about Larry.

I ask you to take part
in this one thing,

and you do it
with such bad grace.

This is about the Jewish family.

It's about us,

and I will keep saying this
until you understand it.

As much as you want
to forget you're a Jew,

our enemies never will.

This...

This gives us strength
to know who we are.

I'm sorry.

I've just had
some worrying news.

Let's start again.

- Oh, I'm freezing.
- What took you so long?

Oh, Sarah's got
a bee in her bonnet.

- About what?
- Oh, she's all jumpy.

She wanted me to stay,
making all these excuses.

Oh, she was a lady fighter
in two wars.

Nothing's gonna scare her.

So what'd you bring?

Oh, you first.

No, no, no, no.
Girls go first.

Come on.

Show us what you brought,

and I'll show you
what I brought.

We don't have anything nice
on the walls here.

Remember?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

It was so romantic.
We can put it up just there.

- What'd you bring?
- Something real special.

Something you can't get,
but I got one.

What? Show me.

All right, close your eyes.

Close your eyes.
Hold out your hand.

Keep your eyes shut.

Guess what it is.

No, you'll never guess.

What is it?

It's a Frenchie.

Ugh!
What'd you bring that for?

That's not something
to make this place nice!

- Yeah, it is.
- I'll get in trouble.

No, you dill,
it's to stop trouble.

I keep telling you,
not till we're married.

I know, I mean,
we love each other.

It's just in case
we might want to...

- You want to, you mean.
- No, I never meant it like that.

You really know
how to spoil things.

Oh, don't go.

You promised last time that
that was as far as we'd go,

and I didn't even
want to go that far.

Sir, Mrs. Goddard asked if
she might have a word with you

as soon as you returned.

You needn't have waited up.

George, why did you
agree to a divorce

when you could have waited?

- Now she's out.
- It's done now, Mother.

Yes, it is.

I did what I thought
was best at the time. I...

I still do.

If I was Sarah,
I would be taking David

as far away as possible.

- Well, that won't happen.
- Oh, you don't know mothers.

I know Sarah, and...

She's strong.

George, even strong women
have their breaking points.

Leave it, Mother.

The more you fuss,
the harder it is

for us to carry on
a normal life.

Now, surely, helping Douglas
with his recovery

is a big enough job
for you, hmm?

- Who is it?
- A tall, dark stranger.

What about you and David
sleeping in the main house?

No, she won't come here, surely.

Peace of mind.

I shouldn't even be worried
about her, but...

Look at me. I'm locking doors
and jumping at shadows.

It's the shock of it all,
that we weren't consulted.

It's intolerable.

It's David I'm worried about.

What if I stay the night?

Scandal be damned?

First time for everything.

Scandal be damned.

I look forward to waking up
beside you every morning.

Whatever it means,
her being out,

I'll have my divorce
by the end of the year.

And then our wedding.

We should elope.

Whatever you want.

That's music to my ears.

George!

Do I detect
a hint of disapproval

from my bohemian sister?

Not I.
I'm all for love.

But you've always been
so careful

about not staying the night.

I didn't want them down there
on their own.

Regina'll be off to Paris
or London or somewhere.

I wouldn't worry.

What are you doing up
so early?

I didn't sleep.
Jack and I had an argument.

About a radio program,
of all things.

Well, I hope you don't
do that too often.

It can become a habit.

Well, fencing to supervise,
then the clinic.

You're making me feel guilty.

Keeps me busy.
That's the main thing.

Mrs. Duncan, telephone.

It's Miss Anna.
A trunk call, ma'am.

This early.
It's either good news or bad.

Early start to the day, madam?

Best part of the day, really.

It is, isn't it?

- Anything else?
- No, thank you.

Her timing's lousy.

Regina free
and Douglas recovering.

Anna doesn't know about Regina.
You can't blame her for that.

She said just a few friends.

And she was so excited.
I couldn't say no.

You reckon it's the book?

I can't think what else
it would be.

Well, you know what it is.

It's this Ed bloke
has popped the question.

She'd have told me.

He's her publisher.

More to the point,
he's almost my age.

Hope she knows
what she's doing.

Hope who knows
what she's doing?

Anna's having a bit of a shindig
here tonight.

A party?

She has some special news
she wants to tell us.

Oh, what special news?

Calm down, Mother.

It just goes to show how
cavalier the girl's becoming.

Now to suddenly take it
upon herself

to announce a party tonight?

Well, don't worry about it
on my account, darling.

I'm in for a bit of a knees-up.

Well, you did tell her it was
out of the question, didn't you?

I consulted George.

Neither of us could think
of a single reason why not.

We carry on as normal.

It's just what we need
to liven us up.

Just what we need.

Excuse us.

Come on, grumpy.

Time to work your magic
on your patients.

- Ta-ta.
- Bye-bye.

You probably don't approve,
Mr. Fox,

but many in our community

rely on Doris Collins'
restorative remedy.

Mr. Goddard says, without it,

he'd still be lying
in that city hospital.

I think you're being a bit
hard on me, Mrs. Collins.

I mean,
it could be 99% moonshine.

Oh, Mr. Fox!

Dr. Duncan will vouch
for its good...

Do you have a moment,
Mr. Fox?

Of course.

Well.

I thought that you most of all,
outside the family,

ought to know.

Regina's been released.

Free as a bird,
and no one knows where she is.

Just for your info only,
if you don't mind.

We're trying to
carry on regardless.

She murdered that young woman,
attacked Sarah and David,

blackmailed me almost
into complete ruin,

and she's out in under, what,
four years?

The courts released her
in line with her sentence.

Her psychiatrist
declared her sane.

Well, the man's a fool.

Thought you approved of shrinks.

Hello?

I'll be right there.

I appreciate
your letting me know.

Least I could do.

Can you move your neck?

It's nothing, really.

Just needs some Bates's Salve
or something like that.

I'll leave you in the capable
hands of Sister Nordmann.

Thank you, Doctor.

I wasn't sure
you would be in today.

Of course.

Who did this to you, Sheila?

No one, Sister.

I fell.

Stupid, really.

Since the operation,
I'm a bit lopsided.

So I'll make a follow-up
appointment for you.

- Monday 10:00.
- Bye.

Carolyn, I was wondering

if you might be able
to drop Sheila home.

Oh, no, I can walk.

- It's miles.
- It's no problem.

- I'll just get my things.
- Thank you.

It's a bit of a blacks' camp
out here now.

He lives there, that abo chap.

He's a good worker.
I'll give him that.

And I saw him one day
doing painting.

Art, not houses.

Really?

Just here's fine.

Oh, I can take you up.

No, here is just fine,
Mrs. Duncan.

I can manage.

Sheila, please stay in touch
with the clinic.

If you need any help
or have any questions.

I'll be right.
Thanks for the lift.

Mr. Gibbs?

Frank?

It's Carolyn Duncan.

Frank!

I wish I knew the titles.
I'd put up little cards.

You know, Carolyn, taking those
photographs was bad enough.

Now you've taken the paintings
without his permission

and proposed to exhibit them
also without his permission.

He's away working somewhere,

and I left him a note.

And the photographs
were months ago.

He's settled in here now.
Every artist wants to be shown.

You have someone's
property without permission.

I haven't stolen them.

Do you think I don't notice
what's going on?

Nothing's going on.

You help to run the property,
you're in at that clinic,

you do Jack's books, and now...
unasked, mind...

you're establishing yourself
as Mr. Gibbs' agent?

Looks to me as though you're
trying to manufacture excitement

for yourself.

Perhaps I am.

I love Jack just as much.

I just feel like
my horizons are shrinking

while he's getting
more and more set in his ways.

Take Anna's party tonight.

He would rather have dinner
in our bedroom

than meet people who might
open his eyes to new ideas.

Carolyn, how can you be
so obtuse?

You know why big parties

and lots of new people
are hard for him.

That's an excuse.

His drinking is well and truly
under control.

Under control, yes,
but it's never easy.

You would do better to nudge
Jack rather than shake him.

Ooh-hoo!

Mr. Goddard!

Lovely day
it's turned out to be

in spite of that chilly start.

Mrs. Collins. Ah!
Very good day to you too.

I've brewed up a fresh batch
of my restorative.

I know how much you like it.

Oh, I do indeed.

Your tonic has put me back
on my feet again quick smart.

I told that to Dr. Duncan.

And do you know, he took
a bottle from me just now.

Oh, just as I expected.

A flurry of activity.

Not initiated by me.
I'm as lazy as a cat.

Miss Anna.

Hardly flown the coop,
and now she's back again.

Yes, Dame Rumor's
pretty spot on there.

And hosting a party

for her literary friends
from Sydney, I understand.

Well, as a writer myself,
I find this very exciting.

Are you, Mrs. Collins?
I had no idea.

Yes.
For the CWA newsletter.

Just the odd reflection
on modern life

from a country woman's
point of view.

To think
that were one to be invited,

one might find oneself

sitting next to the likes
of Mr. Patrick White.

Oh, it's all very last-minute,
I understand.

Yes.

Oh, well, one can but hope
that an invitation

may be flying on the wind
to my humble abode as we speak.

You wouldn't like
a second bottle, would you?

Ohhh!

- Mwah!
- Oh!

There.
See what a bit of sun can do.

Doris is angling for
an invitation to Anna's party.

Oh, dear.
Should I?

And have her laughed at
by lots of clever city folk?

No.
She's too dear a soul.

Oh, Mother, we're not that bad.

We, Carolyn?
Who's we?

I hope you're not referring
to us.

No, Mother,
I wouldn't dream of it.

Yes, well, we're not
exactly country hicks, either.

- Perhaps we're city hicks.
- We live in a suburb.

Suburban hicks.

Oh, stop it, Douglas.
We're not any kind of hick.

Ma'am, there's someone
at the front door.

A black fellow.

Ah, wonderful, Lynette.
Would you ask him to come in?

He won't budge, ma'am.

Frank.

How lovely to see you.
You saw my note.

Oh, yes, missus.

I just came
to get my paintings back.

- But the party's on tonight.
- Yeah, I know. I got that.

But I just came
to get them back.

The people who are coming,
they'll not only love your work,

they'll want to buy it.

And then other people
will see it.

- It's how patronage works.
- Yes, I know how it works.

Michelangelo
and the pope of Rome.

I just want them back.

Frank, you're
a very talented artist.

People need to see your work.

It's nice of you to say so,

but I came here
so I could just keep to myself

and do my paintings
without any of that.

Yes, of course.
I apologize.

Ah, please come inside.

Oh, I'll just wait out here,
if that's okay.

It's chilly outside.

I'll be all right here, thanks.

All right.

- All ready?
- Yes.

My wonderful mother's taken over
organizing everything.

Well, let's go, then.

Oh, gossip has it that your mad
aunt has been let out on parole.

Where did you hear that?

A journalist mate.
She was released today.

Wait, we have to
cancel the party.

Has anyone told you you're a
very hard girl to keep up with?

The last thing my family needs
is our crowd

invading like ghouls
or truffle pigs,

sniffing for scandal.

Even if they promise not to,
they will.

Bugger.
I need to use your phone.

We could still go up there,
just you and me.

Dinner with the family.

That's what you've been
angling for, isn't it?

All safe and sound.

I mounted some on board.

I hope you don't mind.

Missus...

Frank, I'm so sorry
about taking them.

Everything.

Sometimes I don't think.

Oh, it's all done.
No worries.

- I've got a favor to ask.
- Yes?

I was thinking
about what you said

about Uncle Albert's painting.

The roof is pretty crook,

so you've probably got a safe
spot in there for it somewhere.

- My name's on it and everything.
- Of course.

We'll keep it
in the storage room.

I'll put something in writing
between us.

No, I'll take you at your word.

Thanks, missus.

Whoo!

Oh!

Ha ha!

Oh, darling, what do you think?!

- It's gorgeous!
- Oh!

Finally!
I got my driver's license.

I just saw an abo chap
driving out of here.

- Aboriginal, Prudence.
- Marvelous, isn't it?

He's even got his own car.
Bit of a jalopy, though.

He's not a very good driver.

Hello!

Andrew bought it for me.

- And I'm a brilliant driver.
- You drove yourself up here?

- Yes.
- Is that wise?

Oh, what a beauty.

You see, Elizabeth?
Douglas approves.

Don't be
such a stick in the mud.

Oh, it comes quite naturally.

Now, I'm sorry to tell you,
but Anna has just telephoned

and the party is off,
thank goodness.

Oh, what a shame.

I was expecting to sit next to
someone handsome and artistic.

Mais c'est moi!

- And a tiny tad younger.
- Oh.

Nothing is happening in Sydney,
I tell you.

Dull as dishwater.

Well, we shall have a lovely,
quiet family dinner instead.

- Ah.
- Anna's bringing her publisher.

Ohh.
Might his name be Edward Jarvis?

Yes, it is.

Mm. He's rather smitten
with her, don't you know?

- Oh?
- Oh, yes.

Very much so.

Reggie? It's me.

You in there?

The first steps
must be taken alone.

I will contact you
when I'm settled,

to let you know where I am.

Regina.

Silly bloody bitch.

First, thank you for a wonderful
dinner, Mama, Grandmother.

Ed?

Anna and I have an announcement.

If you ever doubted

what I've been doing with myself
up here

over the past few months...

writing the world's longest
laundry list

or just wasting my time...

well, I can now announce
that my writer's block

is officially over

and I'm thrilled
to tell you that

Ed is going to publish
my new novel before Christmas.

Oh, Anna, that's wonderful.

I ask you all to raise a glass
to Anna and "All That Glitters."

- Anna and "All That Glitters."
- Anna and "All That Glitters."

- Congratulations.
- Oh, thank you.

The title's intriguing.
What isn't gold?

Oh, modern marriage and romance.

It's all glitter on the surface,
but underneath,

cynicism and emptiness.

- At least for women.
- Yes.

You and Father.
You've got it all worked out.

- We do?
- Yes.

I so admire you both.

Are we in this novel?

No! Don't worry.

Not... Not exactly.
Not directly.

Is anyone?

No. Course not.

George.

I fibbed to Elizabeth
about Regina.

She's got enough on her plate.

It's out
and spreading like wildfire,

but it's good news,
so don't worry.

The consensus is that she'll
turn up in Honkers or Kenya

or some place where scurrilous
behavior is a badge of honor.

I don't mind where she goes,

as long as she plays her part
in the divorce.

- Well, of course she will.
- And stays well away from here.

She wouldn't come here
in a month of Sundays.

It never even entered my mind.

Sarah.

I, uh...

I behaved churlishly last night

when you invited us
to your ceremony,

and I wanted to apologize.

We need to be strong
as a family.

So if you don't mind,

Douglas and I would welcome
an invitation

to the next time
you do Shabbat.

Wonderful.
Next Friday evening, then.

Good night.

I'm pretty damned proud of you.

Oh! Thank you.

You did the right thing,
canceling the party.

Oh, of course.

What's it all about,
this... this new book?

Love and romance
in the modern world.

Crikey, you expect me
to read that?

I'm sure she doesn't, darling.

I was only joking.

Good, because I think there's
lots in it to interest you.

Hello.

Thanks, Leah.
You can go to bed now.

- Night-night.
- Night.

Oh.
Don't forget your book.

- Oh.
- Thanks again.

Psst!

I thought
you'd want to stay up.

Oh, yes, to discuss
modern marriage and romance.

It's been a long day.

What?

Old man Jack off to sleep now?

I'm not. I...

Good.

We need to sort this out,
you and I.

I don't want anything
to change.

Plus ça change,
plus c'est la même chose.

Whatever that means,
I'm sure you're right.

I don't want to be right.

I want us to be happy
with each other again.

I know.

Me too.

I'll try.

I'll need help.

Oh, Elizabeth, thank you
for a marvelous evening.

It's been beautiful!

Oh, absolutely perfect.

Ah!
What?

I wanted to get you alone
for a moment.

Well, you'll have me alone
all night.

I need to rescue Father
from Prudence.

I'm glad the party
became a dinner.

This has been more enjoyable.

They're lovely people,
your family.

I wonder where you cynicism

about love and marriage
comes from.

We're very good
at keeping up appearances.

There are undercurrents here
we'd never let you see.

Ones that drowned my marriage,
for example.

Don't look like that.
It's ancient history.

Oh, come and join us.

- Thank you.
- Everyone's gone to bed.

I know.

The moment I turn my back,
Larry's here.

So David wasn't actually
alone tonight?

That's not the point.

I can't trust her.

What's upsetting you?

That she has a boyfriend
we both don't like?

Or Regina?

I just want that woman
out of our lives forever.

And she will be,
after the divorce.

You know, Anna thinks
we've got it all sorted out.

Ah, what a perceptive girl
she is.

You don't mind?

You know, just lying like this?

It's nice.

You're not mad at me,
are you?

No.

I won't try anything
like that again.

I won't do anything
you don't want me to.

True.

The thing is,
part of me does want to,

which is why I get scared
when you try things.

So I won't.

- What's that?
- I don't know.

Who are you?
What are you doing here?!

Quick!