A Place to Call Home (2013–2018): Season 5, Episode 8 - Cloud Break - full transcript

Goodbye, my love.

Some memories
are best left behind.

I'm not yet strong enough
to return to our home.

Prudence has offered hers.

And Anna will stay with her
for as long as Mother needs.

Your financial affairs.
Have you investigated?

- When Parliament rises...
- Be forensic.

Instinct tells me that
somewhere in your accounts

is a road map to his revenge.

The accountants
have just discovered

that those loans
are all owned by Richard.



He can call them in.

He can take Ash Park
whenever he wants.

It wasn't René
who pulled the trigger.

It was me.

I never believed
René shot George.

Believing and knowing
are two very different things.

Where is James?

Livvy, what's going on?

- Moved?
- The Riviera?

He wouldn't.
Not without telling us.

Please.

And what of Ash Park?
His life here?

His responsibilities?

You were given every advantage.



And I am not ungrateful,
but that house,

that life, it suffocates.

Well, shouldn't a father
want what's best for his son?

And what of Georgie, James?
Your son.

What's best for him?

You know loving children isn't
a quid pro quo transaction.

You've been a good father
to him, as you are to David.

And when he abandons me for
some bloody kibbutz in Israel?

We really should discuss

financing your reelection.

You're not getting
cold feet on me, George?

Why not let him have Ash Park?

Why am I fighting for something
that no one else wants?

It's really pointless.

I think we should just give up.

- No, let's try again.
- Call it a night.

Here we go.
You ready?

Just relax.
Ready?

One, two, three, go.

- Whoo!
- That's it!

We got it!

I'm not sure that your dancing's
ready for anything faster.

Oh!

Sorry.

Hope we weren't
too loud in here.

Not at all.

My dancing's out of date, and
Henry was helping me brush up.

It's very good.

You must dine here
more often, Henry.

Not so long
between visits, hmm?

Thank you, George.
You're very kind.

Well, good night.

Good night, George.

Highly unorthodox,

don't you think, Mrs. Duncan?

Oh, indeed, indeed.

Oh!
You're dreadful.

Where's the box?

I do believe it's what they call
a modern erection.

Mm!

Oh! Sorry.

Sorry, George.

I do wish people
would stop apologizing.

Life goes on.
It... It has to.

What were you doing, Jack?

Being the judging panel
from the CWA.

Ahh.

It's meant to be...

Oh, I just thought
I'd jazz them up a bit.

You deserve to win a prize.

Oh, no, I don't want
to win a prize.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Mrs. Collins.

Mr. Bligh.

Good night, George.

Ah, we...
we do feel it too.

Mm.

"And the Jews left Egypt
at midnight in such a hurry

that they did not have time
to let their bread dough rise.

They baked it immediately
and it came out flat and hard,

the first matzo."

Matzo, ah?
Yum-yum!

"The people escaped
to the Red Sea

with the Egyptians
in hot pursuit.

When the Israelites stood
at the shore of the Red Sea,

one said..."

To be continued.

- Say good night to Leah.
- Good night.

Good night, Leah.

You think
you'll stay here, Livvy?

I don't know.

London is not feeling

particularly hospitable
towards me.

My father has me pinned
as taking William's side.

And really, this is home
for Georgie, but...

And you, Henry?

If I could get
a position in town,

I'd be out of here
in a heartbeat.

Yes, I imagine you would.

Not sure I'm going to be
very chirpy

at your open day tomorrow.

I have to be there.

For the women's clinic.

Just tell me who they are.

Seemed to be
looking at plans.

Let's talk about this later.

Let's not.

I have a few interested parties
coming in.

Right now just taking
expressions of interest.

I knew it.

Unilaterally, you've decided
to sell off the farm.

I'm exploring our options.

We need to clear those mortgages
as soon as possible.

Another drought,
rise in interest rates,

Sir Richard has the place.

And when did you intend
to ask us?

Frankly, Carolyn, I don't have
much evidence right now

that anyone else
really, really gives a damn.

And Carolyn has been absent
most of her life.

Or she wishes she was.

She couldn't give a toss
any more than James can.

I'm more and more inclined
just to sell off the land,

clear the debt, keep the house.

Really?

Or I could
just chuck in Parliament.

There's Sir Richard
out of our lives.

Is that what you want?

The day of Douglas's funeral,
when you learned about James,

you said something in anger.

I probably did.

That David will also
abandon you one day.

"Go off to a kibbutz"
was how you put it.

I was upset.

And since then, you've seemed
quite distant from him.

One does wonder sometimes,
what's the point?

All that effort
put into raising a child.

You're grieving for James.

Am I?

I don't know.

Meanwhile, David's a little boy

who needs his father's
bedtime stories too.

Mr. Bligh, Sir Richard's
waiting for you up at the house.

Damn it!

It's the new editor
of the Mercury,

and I've completely forgotten.

Tell them
I'll be up shortly, Leah.

I'll see you at the open day.

I don't think I can go.

You have to
put in an appearance.

I don't think I can look
my constituents in the eye

without first extracting myself
from Sir Richard.

I can play him
but certainly not them.

Just a heads-up...

He doesn't know you're
shacked up down at the outhouse.

Sarah lives there.
I live here.

Well, none of that
in the local rag.

Just let him know
you'll be announcing

the wheat silos
at this fete thing.

Wheat silos
are pure pork barreling!

You want to have
this preselection sewn up,

you barrel pork.

You're looking a bit peaky.

My apologies.
I'm a little distracted.

Well, they were rough on you
in Canberra.

The Jewish thing.
That'll change. Don't worry.

Douglas's death, it's...

it's hit us all pretty hard.

Well...

Douglas'd want you
to carry on.

Unless there's something else.

Not at all.

Here we are.

Man of the hour,
George Bligh MP.

My new editor, Colin Barrett.

- Mr. Bligh.
- Colin.

Nice to meet you.

How's this for a brilliant start
to the day?

George has plans
to sell off Ash Park.

- Come again?
- Prime grazing land.

We'd have to cut back on stock,
then sales drop,

and we're in a vicious cycle.

Is it that bad?

It shouldn't be
his decision to make.

Can I get a hand here, Doc?

Ah, fair enough.

It's our identity.
It's not just up to him.

Or do you think it is?

Ah, we've got moola to raise.
Talk at the end of the day?

Very long day.

Don't be a snob, hmm?

Get on the end of this for me.

Yes, I understand.

Um, Grandmother's quite busy.

Grandmother,
it's Douglas's solicitor.

Oh.

I'll just put the phone down
and check.

Thank you.

She says
she's in her office all day,

and she needs
to see you urgently.

Douglas's will can wait
until I feel up to it.

We've discussed this.
She's very pushy.

More so than the men
in that firm.

Thank you, Stanley, very much.

We'll have to return to
the system that Douglas set up.

I'll do it while
I'm here, but...

Oh, gentlemen, plates in
the tray, not in the sink.

Douglas would have conniptions.

Grandmother, she wants to make
sure you received the letter

she sent by registered post.

Some of these volunteers
simply haven't turned up.

I told her
that you had received it.

She asked if you'd opened it.

When I feel up to it.

Anna, the custard!

Oh!
Sorry!

Remember, we've got
Frank Gibbs coming down today.

Oh, perhaps some
pencils and paper for the men.

We could tempt him
into giving some lessons?

That isn't why he's coming.

- Hello.
- It's the ginger fluff.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, don't eat that!

Mrs. Duncan!
Ohhh!

I've been trying
to catch you up.

A word, if you please.

Here she is.

Now, it's about your cake.

We've decided
we can't possibly sell it.

I'll take it off your hands
and give a donation.

No, no, no, no, no.

We're going to
raffle it instead.

We've been placing little bets

on how much
we think it'll raise.

You have elevated
the art of cake decoration

to, well, an art...
a modern art.

Ladies, I give you
Mrs. Jack Duncan,

and her gâteau
extraordinaire!

Thank you.

- Sir Richard.
- Aren't you gonna invite me in?

I'm... I'm sorry.

I wasn't expecting you.

Well, you see, Reggie,
I'm worried.

Worried you're not much
of a mole.

Not much of a mole
for an old moll.

I told you to go
to Goddard's funeral.

It wouldn't have been
appropriate, Dickie.

I didn't want to push my luck.

Well, is George intending
to run again,

or am I being taken for a ride?

I haven't heard that he's not.

Is the Jew trying to stop him?

- She could well be.
- "She could well be"?

Do you hear anything at all
from Ash Park,

or is it all up here?

I do give you information,
but George and the Jew...

You'll be back in the nuthouse
in the snap of a finger

if you're just
stringing me along.

I do have something.

Do you?

About my nephew, James.

He's a fag?

He's move to the Continent.
To the Riviera.

He won't be coming home.

And his poofter
surgeon's shattered.

Actually, that is useful.

But first thing,
get inside George's head.

He's gone all wet blanket on me.

George is the main game,
and you're off yours.

I have his trust.
And hers.

I'll prove it to you.

When?

Today.

Yes.

All right.

What we'll see
play out there today

is exactly why we need
this clinic to succeed.

Any idea on hangover cures?

Eggs, Vegemite on toast,
aspirin.

I'll be fine in a minute.

It's all Henry's fault.

How's it going out there?

Any fete I've ever been to

has run off the back
of the ladies of the town,

and this is no exception.

Yes.

They've been slaving away
for weeks,

making vast amounts
of jams and pickles and cakes

like so many scientists
in their labs.

Meanwhile, the blokes
all turn up just in time

to raise delirious amounts
of money on the raffles,

full of themselves because
they've given up a Saturday,

never mind it's the women

who've wheedled
the prizes out of people,

and all they have to do
is sell a ticket

or flip a sausage
at the barbecue.

Then, at the end of the day,

the heroes who have saved
the hospital head off to the pub

while it's the women who clean
up until it's too dark to see

and still have to have
their husbands' permission

before they so much as buy
a set of sheets on a layby.

Ugh!

It is just a fete.

There are some days

when I really do feel like
starting a revolution.

Men describe the world
from their point of view,

which they confuse
with the absolute truth.

It affects everything we do.

Ah, our first visitors.
Welcome.

Ah, welcome, ladies.
Please come in.

Make yourselves at home.

Roll up, roll up!

Who wants their photo taken
with a doctor or a nurse?

Any takers?
Don't be shy.

A shilling a time.

Oh, we've got a taker.

George. George.

Excuse me.

Why don't you hop up later
and make a speech?

Let these good people know
you're gonna stand again.

I'm not certain this is
the right occasion.

Oh, they want wheat silos.

They want you to run again
for Parliament.

What's wrong
with making their day?

And mine.

Yeah?
That's good.

Yes?

It does say open house.

Sir Richard.

Welcome to the zoo.

I feel like a performing seal

with all these people
traipsing through.

Please come in.

All this, very impressive.

Lots of potential, as they say.

Meaning, if the election
goes the way it should,

won't be too long before
the coal mine's up and running.

Population'll double, treble,
in the next few years.

This could be
a big teaching hospital.

That's very heartening.

Well, the board's
impressed with you.

Got you pinned
to be the head honcho.

Every surgeon's wet dream,
isn't it?

Especially one who's not
top of the charts in town.

Well, running a teaching
hospital sounds very attractive.

Ta.

But we don't want Jack Duncan
anywhere near it.

With old Ma Bligh off the board,

they're very keen
to send him ta-ta.

Think you could find
any skeletons in the closet?

- He's a very experienced doctor.
- Malpractice'd be good.

Good, clean exit,
straight out the laundry chute.

You understand me?

I think I do.

You deserve to be
running this show and more.

New department,
and neurology, that's big.

Best way to prove
you're the man for the job

is clear out the dross.

Speaking of which,
you're well rid of James Bligh.

He very nearly
brought you undone.

If you'll excuse
the pun.

You got time for a snap together
for the local rag?

Course I do.

Good man.

There you go, love.

- Nurse.
- Yes, Mr. Fox?

None of these tours
go into the wards, do they?

- No, Mr. Fox.
- Our patients aren't on show.

Grandmother, um,
I've had an invitation

to go to a dance tonight.

I invited Olivia to come along.

Just say no
if you'd rather we didn't.

Douglas wouldn't want
everyone's lives to stop.

He'd be the first one to say you
and Olivia must go out tonight

and have a marvelous time.

Oh, Mr. Gibbs.

Welcome.

You must feel like a cup of tea
after your drive.

Mm, only if you're having one.

Then we'll show you around.

Here's your painting.

It's pride of place.

I'm still not sure
it's in the right place.

It looks good to me.

Ah, Mr. Werren, Mr. Flannery,
would you join us

for a cup of tea?

Right, Mrs. Goddard.

Well, the tea's my department.
Make yourself at home.

Mr. Werren, Mr. Flannery...
Mr. Gibbs.

- Hello.
- G'day.

Roller, roller, roller!
'Round and 'round she goes!

Where she stops, nobody knows!

You've got to be in it
to win it!

Get your tickets here,
ladies and gentlemen!

- Come on, 1!
- 4!

Ah!

Number 12!

It's a green ticket, number 12!

12 green!
Where's our winner?

Joycie!
There she is!

Congratulations, Joycie.
Let me see your ticket.

That's the girl.

Heard it said
that if the French

had taken to playing cricket
with the peasants,

the revolution might
have just fizzled out.

Righto, let her roll there,
Mr. Bligh!

Hey, Mr. Bligh!

You standing
for another term or what?

About time we knew, isn't it?

Well, uh,
I'm enjoying my day off.

It's a question
for another occasion.

Oh, come on, Bligh!

MP's prerogative, mate.

Keep us guessing.

Number 8.

It's a yellow ticket, number 8!

8 yellow!
Here's Scottie!

Come on down, Scottie.

- How are you, mate?
- Yeah, good, thanks.

Righto!
Next round of tickets.

Oh, it's the pink tickets!

Ladies' choice!
Here we go, ladies.

Step up here, and you can
buy a ticket from Mr. Bligh

or from one of the three
very good-looking young blokes

I've got roaming around.

Here they are. One for
a shilling or three for two bob.

They're the tickets,
not the young blokes.

Five tickets, please, George.

Regina.

Would you take my hand?
He's watching me.

Yes, of course.

- George.
- Just smile.

Get your tickets there,
ladies!

It's the big one,
the one you've been waiting for!

It's a wonderful turnout today.
Very happy.

Yes, it is.

Mrs. Bligh.

I would never
have recognized you.

Sir Richard.
You're looking well.

As do you.

Since returning
from Canberra,

Mrs. Nordmann and George
have been very kind.

I came to support the hospital.

- Well, it's very nice of you.
- Excuse us, if you would.

There's something over here I...
I saw earlier you might like.

You don't want to be seen
with her too often.

But then again,
none of this matters

if you're not gonna stand.

Give me a chance
to surprise you.

Not one for surprises, me.

I twigged to Santa Claus
before I was out of the cot.

I needed to do that.

To bolster
your bona fides with him.

Yes. Yes, exactly.

I should be seen spending money
and then make my way home.

Thank you.

Mr. Fox.

Please go away.

I did read the transcripts
of my trial.

Your testimony.

The drug addict that I was,
I compromised your career.

I'm sorry for it.

Until today, "ruined" would be
a better choice of words.

If you'll excuse me.

Sir Richard
is not your mentor.

He will use you as a conduit
to destroy Jack Duncan.

And why
would he want to do that?

It's personal and visceral.

My guess is he's already
pushing you in that direction.

I would advise extreme caution.

I don't recall
asking for your advice.

And your association with
the Blighs has you a marked man.

He will have a spy in here
watching you both.

Keep your eyes open.

Yes?

Is it possible that Regina Bligh
has turned over a new leaf?

Well, Caro and Anna think so.

George and Sarah too,
from what I saw today.

She suggested we have
a spy in our midst.

Working for Sir Richard.

- Any ideas who?
- No.

But I suggest that we keep
our wits about us.

Especially you.

So it would be possible

to expand
into temporary accommodation.

Respite for men having trouble
finding housing.

Yeah, I see that.
It's impressive, all right.

Excuse me, Mr. Gibbs.

Grandmother, I really
should be getting home

for Olivia, Georgie.

Of course.

Lovely to see you,
Mr. Gibbs.

Miss Bligh.

My husband was very impressed
by you, as I hope you know.

I felt the same about him.

Um...

Before he died, Douglas shared
with me a plan that he had.

A plan that involves you.

I watched you today.

The way you are
with your constituents.

It's always interesting,
people's hopes and ideas.

If we could find a way where
you could have a second term,

without having to sell
any of the property

and with Sir Richard
out of your life,

would you stand?

Hypothetically speaking.

I've enjoyed Canberra,
of course.

You've thrived on it, George.

No, no, no.
What I've thrived on is this.

Us.

You don't have to do it
on your own.

If we all put our heads
together, we can fight him.

I'll call
a family dinner tonight, hmm?

What's left of us.

It was a codicil
to Douglas' will.

I witnessed it, which is
how I know it's there.

It involves funds
for a special program here,

for Aboriginal ex-servicemen
down on their luck.

Douglas' hope
was that you would run it.

He mentions you
as his preference.

It's a paid position, of course.

With all respect
to Kuminjay Goddard,

this is never gonna happen.

I did try and explain it to him.

Well, you wouldn't have to
be here full-time.

As an advisor, perhaps.

Missus, blackfellas are never
gonna walk through those doors.

Not in a million years.

This place is not for them.

But it could be.

Look at today.
The men greeted you warmly.

You fought side by side.

And look where we are now.

We're back to being classified
as flora and fauna.

We don't need that.

We just want to be treated
as human beings.

I know you mean well.

Well, then perhaps a separate
refuge somewhere else,

if you think that would work.

The money's there, I know.

Would it reassure you to speak
to Douglas' solicitor with me?

What do you think
the solicitor's gonna do

when I turn up?

You can vouch for me
till the cows come home.

I understand why...

No, I don't think
you do understand.

You're trying to come up
with solutions,

and you don't even know
what the problems are.

Well, what if your people
were given these funds

to run a place like this
of their own?

So you're saying "your people"
like there's someone in control?

There is no "my people."
We all come from different mobs.

There's no one boss.

I mean, the amount of times
that I hear...

Oh, um, I'm sorry.
I...

I think I should leave

because I'm gonna say something
I'm gonna regret.

No, no, please tell me.

The more times I hear...

And the white people, they're
always telling me what to do

and how I should do it
and what I should try.

It was not my intention
to upset you, Mr. Gibbs.

You know,
when the white soldiers,

when they came back
from the war,

they got given land
so they could farm.

I know Aboriginal people
who were booted off their land

to make way for them.

They made
a lot of promises to us

when we went over there
to fight.

And when we came back,
yeah, what?

Nothing.

No pension, nothing.

Kuminjay Goddard,
he's a good man.

And this is
a fine establishment.

But for whitefella soldiers.

We live
in two different countries.

I wish you all the best,
Mrs. Goddard.

Really.

So, what was the pantomime
at the fete?

Apart from losing George votes
and you winning an acting prize?

May I offer you
one for the road?

No.

He's not gonna stand, is he?

It's a bit more nuanced, Dickie.

Stop tooling me around, Reggie.

George is getting bolshie.

Say again.

You'll lose him
if you're not careful.

Well, how's that?

The more you push him,
the less likely he is to run.

I'm assuming if he does balk,

you have a trump card or two
up your sleeve?

Too bloody right I do.

For now, don't push him.

Let him believe
he's his own man.

Anything else?

- Our Mr. Fox...
- Yeah?

...will do anything
to be rid of Jack Duncan.

I've heard as much, but it's
good to have it confirmed.

- Keep me posted.
- I will.

She's still hanging in there,
old Ma Bligh.

I can see
her funeral announcement

plain as day in the paper.

Just got to get her there.

Oh, hello!

Look at you!
Oh, my goodness, you're so big!

Welcome to our temporary digs.

And all these
terrible harbor views.

A bowl of ice cream for Georgie?

Yes, please, Auntie Anna.

Neapolitan, I think.

You be
a good boy now, Georgie.

Come on, Georgie.
I'll take you to the kitchen.

What?

Let's get you dolled up.

I'm not sure I have
anything to wear, so...

I've got something, and
I'm certain it's going to fit.

Are you sure
Elizabeth doesn't mind?

She's positively
pushing us out the door.

I cannot believe
you are talking me into this.

Miss Berry.

I am so sorry to intrude,
Mrs. Goddard.

We agreed that you would
give me some time,

that you would deal with
matters of Douglas' estate

until I felt up to
doing my duty.

This isn't actually to do
with your role as executrix.

This is something that
Douglas shared with me

when he made his final will.

It's in the registered letter
that I sent.

I have a copy with me.

Oh, my goodness!

You look like a movie star.

- It isn't too much?
- No, no!

Perhaps if I have a stole?

We don't do stoles, sister.

Come on.
Let's get you out on the town.

We'll stick together, right?

Through thick and thin.

Aah!

Oh! Sorry.

Anna!

Hi!
That's my friend.

Excuse me, there.
Excuse me.

They're with me.
Just let them through.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Whoo!

Yeah!

- To the table?
- Yes.

Yeah, great.

Oh!

You are one hip chick.

Ohh.

And I don't even know your name.

Oh, Olivia, my sister.

Hey. Olivia.
That's my mother's name.

May I have the pleasure?

Not right now, thank you.

Hey, Sammy!
Same again.

Martini.

- You're naughty.
- I am.

Let's dance.

Dinner with George.

I can hardly wait.

I think everyone's pretty well
stonkered after the fete.

Let's see how he digs himself
out of this one.

Perhaps we can view dinner
tonight as a war council,

explore what possible choices
we have

in relation
to Sir Richard Bennett.

We need to find a way
to cut him off at the knees.

Without selling
any of the property.

Why don't we take a measure
of the whole situation, hmm?

Why don't we agree
that selling off the property

isn't an option?

As we know, if I'm to be
reelected with his backing,

he will hold these debts
over my head

unless I do
exactly what he wants.

You can't live like that.

Or we could quietly
sell off enough land,

clear the debt without him
getting wind of it,

and then he has nothing over us.

I'd really like to know
how we got into this mess.

Oh, Carolyn,
as I've explained before,

we had a drop in the wool
prices, the shearers' strike...

As did every other property.

And for some reason
we didn't come out of it

as well as we could have.

Why not?

You tell me.

I'm sorry?

Well, I was in Canberra
most of the time.

James was left in charge.

More's the pity when I see
the choices he made.

But you were here too.

Meaning?

Were you offering to give James
a hand running the place?

With the accounts?

Or were you just
swanning around the place

complaining you were bored?

Fuck you, George.

Fuck you!

Would you like to dance?

Ah. No.

But thank you.

You go.

Why is it so important to you,
not selling off the land?

It's not because
you're sentimental.

Because if Mother didn't die
of a coronary,

she'd die of a broken heart.

We can't do this to her
at the end of her life.

I couldn't have it
on my conscience.

Could you?

Probably not.

But you didn't storm out of
the room because of Mother.

Did you?

Ash Park is us.

It's who we are.

And...

...I'm not sure
how I can be Carolyn Duncan

if I'm not also Carolyn Bligh.

Why don't we go back inside

and put our collective
heads together?

And I'll apologize to the staff.

Hello, my dear.

Elizabeth, you're still up.

Don't tell me where Anna is.
I don't want to know.

Is everything all right?

I think I've had
a bit of a shake-up.

That makes two of us.

Don't you ever
underestimate yourself.

One just needs to
find a new way.

You're freezing.

Is it presuming too much to hope

that you will always consider
yourself part of the family?

That is not presuming
too much at all.

Dear girl.

How about...

Go on.

Well, why can't you... we...
refinance without him knowing?

Find other people who could
take over the mortgages.

Pull a bit of a swifty.

He finds out
when it's done and dusted.

Have to be something pretty damn
subtle for him not to notice.

Well, what if he was busy,

so distracted that he was
thinking about something else?

I, um...

Carolyn's had a thought.

What if Sir Richard
was so distracted

over the next...
how long would it take?

A month.
A few months.

So distracted that George
was able to work quietly

to find another avenue
for the mortgages?

Pull it out
from Sir Richard's hold

before he knew
what was happening.

What would distract him?

A plunge in the market.
A printers' strike.

Out of our league,
I would have thought.

Surgery.
A long recovery.

- Jack.
- I'm just running with it.

- A long trip to Europe.
- He has an empire to run.

Oh, sounded like a good idea
a minute ago.

We do have someone in our midst
who knows him inside out.

Yes.

I'll ride over there
first thing in the morning.

I must say, I've let this matter
with James get the better of me,

to the extent I haven't been
thinking straight.

Well, I am
thinking straight now.

We fight.

I don't mean
to sound offensive...

...but I need
your calculating mind.

- Good morning, Grandmother.
- Morning.

I'll apologize to Olivia,
just so you know.

If you're upset with me,
I'd rather you just say.

I'm expecting a visitor,
if you don't mind.

Thank you.

Mrs. Goddard?

I'm Douglas's son, Matthew.

I've come with a solution.

Please.

It will likely go against
every fiber of your being

and rely totally
on the cooperation of one man.

Who is?

Jack Duncan.