Wild Boys (2011): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

(GROANS)

(CLICKS GUN)

Hello, Dan.

Remember me?

I think you've got me mistaken
with someone else.

But I can see that you're upset.

Is there anything I can do?

I might think of something.

Oh. There is one thing.

Marry me.

Like you promised.



Sure.

And you'll turn up this time?

Well, as I recall,

last time, you were leaving town
with a theatre director.

Well, he was there. You weren't.

Promise me.

I promise.

Just as soon as we get ourselves
a preacher.

Hey, I'm getting married.
Whoa, whoa!

Married? You?

To who?

Charlotte Keneally.

- (LAUGHS) Really?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- Well, she held me at gunpoint.



- That'll do it.
- Yeah.

Now I've gotta come up with a reason
for her not to want to marry me.

I would've thought leaving her
standing at the altar last time

would've done the trick.

- Charlotte Keneally.
- Guess she knows what she wants.

- Not such a bad thing in a woman.
- What's that supposed to mean?

Maybe you should marry her.
Might be good for you.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, or I could
just shoot you in the face.

It's early.
Early's good.

Up here.

Bail up!

Morning. You know how it goes.

There are other
routes, you know.

Ah, but this one is my favourite.

Fill it up.

Gentlemen. Ma'am.

Just remain calm, stay seated
and nobody gets hurt.

Sir, if you'd like to pass the bag
around.

Cash, coin, jewellery -
anything of value, into the bag.

Load it up.

Oh, that's one of those
fancy repeater watches, sir.

Now, drop your weapons, boys.

Or we'll drop you both.

- Says who?
- It's Captain Moonlite.

Salutations, one and all.

Now, throw that there bag to me,
cobber.

Don't you move a muscle. Listen,
Moonshine. This is our robbery.

There's two of us
and we were here first.

Moonlite. It's Captain Moonlite.

Well, call yourself Moonshine
or Twinkletoes.

Whatever you want, cobber.
(GUNSHOT)

(HORSE WHINNIES)
(SHRIEKS, GROANS)

Throw me the bag!

Ya!

- I'm dying!
- Mr Wentworth - he's been shot.

(WHIMPERS)

Jack.

(GROANS)

Flash-over.

Three chambers are empty.

You haven't been shot -
you've been burnt.

But the good news is
you're not dying, Mr Wentworth.

Not today, anyway.
Hold that on there.

Welcome to Hopetoun.

Ma'am.

He calls himself 'Captain Moonlite'.

That's ridiculous.

Only room for one captain
in this town.

Ooh! A bit of captain envy.

Nothing the side of this mallet
hitting your head wouldn't fix.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, we need to take this seriously.

That joker just hijacked our haul

and if word gets out,
our reputations are done.

The passenger who got shot.
Did he look rich?

Well, he had fancy clothes
and a very fine pistol.

Would you say he was handsome?

Is there something you want
to tell us, Conrad? (LAUGHS)

It's unlikely he'll die
from that gunshot wound?

Very. Why?

He's a suitor chosen for Emilia.

Don't worry, mate.

You can't get married
without a preacher

and there's none 'round here.

- Hey, do you mind if I camp with you?
- Yeah, why?

Well, I'm all for payback
on this Moonlite joker.

I just needed...

You hiding from a skirt?

- Avoiding, steering clear of...
- A woman! (LAUGHS)

Charlotte Keneally
is no ordinary woman.

You have any idea how far she's
travelled to track me down, Cap?

So she's clingy and stupid.
(LAUGHTER)

Hey, enough about women.

Do I need to remind you that we're
bushrangers and we just got robbed?

I'm not actually a bushranger.

BOTH: He's a farrier.

I'm going after Moonlite now.

Now?

Now!

There were three of them,
guns blazing.

I got a shot off
but I never really had a chance.

The one that shot you -
was he short or tall?

Fair, dark?
Did he ride well in the saddle?

Well, it all happened so fast.
Don't press so hard, Emilia.

Miss Fife.

I beg your pardon.

If I call you Miss Fife,
will you be gentle with me?

The wound has to be clean
if it's to heal properly.

Can't have you roaming Hopetoun
minus an arm, can we, Rupert?

You know, I think we might have
something in common after all.

Neither of us wants to get married.

Yet here we are,
victims of our parents' scheming.

True.

Although, if I am to be match-made,

I won't mind at all
if it's with you.

Oh.

I'm just going to have to
fake my own death.

What?

Well, that worked before.
Just pin it on Moonlite.

You go around
to Charlotte's with my hat

and just say
you couldn't find a body.

Charlotte Keneally?

You steal our gold,
you get what's coming to ya!

(GROANS)

- I didn't do anything.
- Us miners have gotta stick together.

- Please! (GRUNTS)
- We don't steal each other's gold!

So, remind me how we get out of here
without being caught.

We find Moonlite's horse,
we take it from there.

- Take it from there?
- Take it from there.

- That's the plan?
- That's the plan.

- What are you doing?
- What are YOU doing?

What...

Why are you walking like that?

Close shave.

Ah, good morning, sir.
A shave, is it?

Yeah.

You know what? Why don't we start
with one of those hot towels?

Quickly.

OK.
That's OK. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

We'd better be careful
'round the throat.

Oh, that's OK. Just a...
just a trim will be fine.

I've been looking for you.

Even began to wonder if I should
send out traps in a search party.

- Mmm.
- It's you, isn't it?

You're...Charlotte Keneally,
the famous actress.

The very same.

James Fife. Mayor of Hopetoun.

Yeah. I knew I recognised
your voice.

I saw you in a play in Sydney.

I can't remember the title.

It was lots of words, fairies...

Your character's called
Tit-something.

Titania, queen of the fairies,
from 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'.

Could have been.
So, what brings you to my town?

Love, Mr Fife.

My fiance Daniel and I plan to
marry at the nearest opportunity.

Oh, well, it's rare to have
cultured types out here.

I'd be honoured

if you and your fiance
could join us for dinner tonight.

Oh, we'd be delighted, wouldn't we?
Yeah.

I'm not going. You'll just
have to say that I'm sick.

Poor Dan.

Afraid you're not good enough?

(LAUGHS)
For those colonial nobodies?

They wouldn't know etiquette
if it bit 'em on the arse.

Then, what's the problem?

They would hang me as soon as feed
me if they figured out who I was.

No, they won't.

Whoever saw
a well-dressed bushranger?

(CHUCKLES)

I got nothing
from that theatre director.

At least I got half his wardrobe.
Oh, you're the same size!

I believe Fife is sparing
no expense on the meal tonight.

It's been a while since I've eaten
meat that's younger than myself

but I'm not gonna go, Charlotte.

Oh, by the way, Rupert Wentworth
is no colonial nobody.

Ever heard of the Wentworth diamond?

Hmm. Wentworth diamond.

Have you got a tie
to go with that suit?

Bang!

(GROANS) Oh, Tommy!

You didn't know I was there,
did you, Jack?

You've got to be careful
sneaking around horses.

So why are you doing it?
Are you gonna steal one?

- No, I'm looking for someone.
- Can I help you find him?

Sorry, mate,
I've got to do this by myself.

Come on, mate.

- Can you whistle?
- Sure.

Alright, you see a tall man dressed
in black coming through that door,

you whistle and you whistle loud,
alright?

OK.

(CLICKS GUN)

Turn around. Slow.

Throw the bag to me.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

Sorry - I couldn't get
my whistle loud enough.

That's OK. You did good.
You did good.

Now get home. It's not safe.

Bushrangers!

Hey, hey! Somebody get the traps!

Boys. That way.

Tommy!

Why aren't you doing your chores?

Ah, I forgot.

(PLAYS GENTLE MUSIC)

Ah, welcome!

Miss Keneally.

- And Mr...?
- Smith.

Daniel Smith.

Oh, yes. I didn't recognise you
without the shaving cream.

May I introduce you
to Mr Rupert Wentworth?

Utterly charmed, Miss Keneally.

Wentworth.

I hear you didn't receive
the warmest of welcomes

en route to Hopetoun.

Yes. There was an attempt
at my life.

No-one takes on a Wentworth
without a fight.

I shot at least two
before they fled.

Oh, really?

My daughter Emilia, Miss Bell
and Mr J.C. Williamson,

I'd like you to meet the famous
actress Charlotte Keneally

and Mr Smith.

Daniel Smith.

- Mr Smith.
- Mmm.

Salutations, one and all.
Ah, our surprise guest!

Ladies and gentlemen...

..Preacher Scott.

Dangerous, cunning, bold.

They say Captain Moonlite

is the most notorious bushranger
of all time.

Remarkable.

I mean, it's as if you know him
personally.

Not at all.

Wherever I go,
his name is on people's lips.

Well, he certainly outclassed
the local stick-up gang.

Well, I'm sure if they meet again,
they'll be ready for him next time.

Although he's not as thorough
as he might be.

He didn't get everything.

That really is
the Wentworth diamond.

JAMES: No doubt we'll soon see that
on Emilia's hand.

Father.

Well, why do you think
the Preacher's here?

Preacher, Daniel and I
also plan to marry.

(COUGHS)

Perhaps we can have a word with you
about that later?

I'd be delighted.

I, um, I notice with some interest
that you...you're drinking wine.

I've not known a preacher
to drink alcohol before.

Jesus Christ turned water into wine.

If it's good enough for him,
it's good enough for me

and I dare say
it's good enough for you.

(LAUGHTER)

Miss Catherine's looking pretty
chatty with that preacher.

Your Emilia looks pretty friendly
with that suitor fellow too.

She's just pretending.
Putting on a brave face.

Hope so.

So, Mr Smith.

What's your line of work?

He's an explorer.

- Oh!
- Ah.

And what have you explored?

The Blue Mountains.

Beautiful.

I believe the Blue Mountains
were first crossed by my uncle,

William Wentworth, in 1813.

Not those ones.

Further north.

Not so high.

- He means Mount Warning.
- Mmm.

Didn't Cunningham discover that?

According to Cunningham.

Still, he can't claim Smith Creek.
I'm sure you've all heard of that.

- Yes. Yes, Smith Creek.
- Smith Creek.

Ah, Fuller.

Rupert, everyone -
Superintendent Fuller.

The most fervent law enforcer
this side of Sydney.

- You gotten that Moonlite yet?
- Not quite, sir.

Once the Superintendent
finds Moonlite,

locking up won't be necessary.

Well, no, because Fuller
doesn't believe in trials.

Well, there's no point if the courts
won't deliver justice,

and it's a long way to Goulburn.

Won't you stay
for a glass of wine, Fuller?

Ah...

Surely the Superintendent
is too busy.

Moonlite is a slippery
and highly skilled operator.

You'll need to be extremely
vigilant, Superintendent.

Quite right, sir. Wouldn't want to
shoot the wrong man.

- (CHUCKLES) Yes.
- 'Night, you all.

'Night.

Now, I think we should retire
to the drawing room.

Miss Charlotte, will you honour us
with a song?

- Oh, yes!
- Yes.

- Come on, a song.
- I'd be delighted.

(SINGS) ♪ Now, if I were a duchess

♪ And had a lot of money

♪ I'd give it to the boy
who's going to marry me

♪ But I haven't got a penny

♪ So we'll live on love and kisses

♪ And be just as happy

♪ As the birds on a tree

♪ The boy I love
is up in the gallery

♪ The boy I love
is looking now at me

♪ There he is, can't you see,
waving his handkerchief

♪ As merry as a robin

♪ That sings on a tree. ♪

Bravo! Bravo! Yes.

How about a dance number?

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Yes. Something...something jiggy.

- Jiggy.
- Yes, jiggy.

Splendid.
(UP-TEMPO PIANO PLAYS)

(SINGS) ♪ I'm not extravagantly shy
but when a nice young man is nigh

♪ For his heart, I have a try
and faint away with tearful cry

♪ When the good young man in haste
will support me 'round the waist

♪ I don't come to
while thus embraced... ♪

- What are they doing?
- I dunno.

But I don't like the look
on Dan's face.

♪ Boom-de-ay

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay. ♪

They're definitely flirting,
aren't they?

Yeah.

He keeps this up,
I'm going in there.

- Sure you will.
- I will.

Listen, just 'cause
you're young and stupid,

don't mean you have to act like it.

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay... ♪
Gosh. I'm feeling faint.

- Oh, Miss Catherine, please...
- I think I've had too much...wine.

- I shouldn't have... Oh, my goodness.
- Too much wine?

- I'm actually rather...
- Too much excitement?

Yes.

He's undoin' her button.

He undone two.

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay. ♪

Hand over that diamond
or you'll lose a kidney.

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay. ♪

Oh, sorry.

My ring!
How on earth did that...?

It, uh, must have fallen out of your
pocket in the fracas, Mr Wentworth.

Gosh, aren't we lucky we have
such caring folk here in Hopetoun?

(CHUCKLES WRYLY)

No doubt.

Captain Moonlite and Preacher Scott,
he's the same bloke.

- Smart cover.
- Yeah.

Move around as he likes.

Get close to people with money.

Take advantage of Christian women.

I'd like to put a cannonball
right up this impostor.

We've got to find him first, Cap.

Well, he's the only preacher
in town.

Boys...

..we're going to church.

You look like you're waiting
for an invitation. Get in there!

Check the licences afterwards.

Patrick, move it! He would have
gone by now, you idiot!

- Searched the hotel. All clear, sir.
- Storeroom?

Outhouse?

Bedroom?

There are no bushrangers here,
Superintendent.

You'd better be absolutely certain.

- I carried out my orders, sir.
- You know where your allegiance lies.

Why don't you come in and search
for yourself, Superintendent?

No, that's alright.

The Sergeant tells me
he's done his job,

that's good enough for me.

He's not stupid enough to risk
his position just for a woman.

We'll catch those bushrangers yet,
you'll see.

Patrick!

You been out back?

You heard him, Mary.

We can't keep doing this unless
something changes between us.

The us you're talking about,
it also includes Tommy, you realise?

Of course.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

Move it!

Tear down this tent too.

This is what happens
when you aid and abet criminals.

Oi! Why are you doing this?

Bushrangers are being harboured
in this camp.

Why would any of us
help bushrangers? We hate 'em.

I've seen no evidence of that.

He can't do this, fellas.

(LAUGHS) Can't I?

Clarke.

While we're here, let's carry out
a licence check on the entire camp.

Anyone without a licence,
fine them and burn down their tent.

Start with Mr Howitt here.

We could be agitating a very big
hornet's nest here, sir.

The bigger, the better, Constable.

Alright, boys.

And the Lord said,
the meek shall inherit the earth

and shall delight themselves
on the abundance of peace.

But the wicked
have drawn out their sword

and bent their bow
to cast down the poor and needy,

to slay at those
whose ways are upright.

So the Lord sayeth,

"I will rain upon them
pestilence and blood and hailstones

"to smite those bushrangers
from the face of the earth."

The he who dwelleth
in the secret place of the most high

shall abide under the shadow
of the Almighty!

Let me hear it, brethren!

Amen to the Lord's justice!

ALL: Amen to the Lord's justice.

- Amen.
- ALL: Amen.

Now, on a lighter note, I'd like to
publish the bands of marriage

between Charlotte Keneally
and Daniel Smith.

If anyone has any cause

why these two persons should not be
joined in holy matrimony,

ye shall declare it,

this being the third
and final time of asking.

Final?

I slipped him a coin

for saying the last two bands
were announced elsewhere.

Get married tomorrow.

Now, as you leave
the Lord's house today...

..please consider those in need,
and Miss Catherine's young pupils.

Thank you.

Ah, preacher.

That, ah, matter we discussed.

- Make it tomorrow?
- I'd be delighted.

God bless you, young man.

- Hey, come here.
- What's going on?

Turn right -
to the right, to the right.

Keep going, keep going, keep going.
That's the girl.

Go right again, go right again.

- That's the way.
- Conrad.

What you doing here?

Aren't you glad to see me?

Always, but it is so dangerous
out here in the open.

Worth it if I know you still care.

Conrad, what kind of flighty girl
do you think I am?

I saw you last night with Wentworth.

- You looked happy.
- No, no.

Rupert doesn't want to marry
any more than I do

but we have to let my father
think he's won - for now.

Salutations, Moonlite.

The Lord saveth your soul,
young man.

Is this how you justify yourself?

You can attack a preacher
if you pretend he's a bushranger.

I suppose you're after this.

I want what you took
from us yesterday.

TOM: Jack, Jack! Jack!

The Lord be with you, young man.

They're after me.

- Who is, Tommy?
- The miners.

MAN: We're going to break your arms,
you little...

- Where is he?
- I think it's best if I be off.

- Wouldn't want to confuse things.
- I reckon he went this way!

Right, you go. Run, run!

You!

Thieving dog.

- Stop!
- Whoa.

Get off the horse.

You'll be judged in the next life
for this, my brother.

Then I might as well
make it worth my while.

Give me the pouch!

Stealing from kids, eh, Captain?

Frederick!

Are you stealing
from a man of the cloth?

- No, no, it's not...he's not...
- What is wrong with you?

It's like you've got
two personalities or something.

Sickness of the mind,
Miss Catherine.

It affects more people
than you think.

Frederick,
if you can't control yourself,

then I think it's best you leave.

Be off with you.

Take him to camp, boys.

MAN: Bushranging scum.

Get him back to the camp!

I've gotta go.

I see you like Rupert.
That's fortunate.

Do we have to talk about this now?

Well, we should.

- The wedding's tomorrow.
- What?

- No!
- It's all set.

Preacher Scott has agreed to marry
you and Rupert while he's in town.

I won't do it.

Yes, you will,

or I'll put a bounty so high
on that farrier's head

that the next time you two have a
secret rendezvous in a churchyard,

it'll be over his tombstone.

On the other hand,
if you marry Rupert,

I'll see that all warrants
against Conrad are dropped.

He'll have free passage to make
a life with one of his own station.

It's your choice.

A stool.

Thieving bastard!

Call the roll up.
Get the whole camp here!

Let's show them
what we do to thieves!

I've never stolen from you.

Oh, is that right? Then who did?

I can't tell you that,
but it wasn't me.

Come on, boys!

He was caught red-handed
stealing our gold!

MAN: (SHOUTS) String him up!

- There's a lot of them.
- Maybe one too many.

Now, we've worked morning,
noon and night, breaking our backs!

(MINERS SHOUT AGREEMENT)

We need to make this mongrel pay!

(MINERS SHOUT AGREEMENT)

Looks like some kind of trial
for stealing gold.

They're just after blood.
They don't care whose it is.

- Who gets to be judge?
- There is no judge.

It's a miners' court.
They call it lynch law.

Why don't you tell us the one

about how the gold just landed
in your hands again, huh?

Was it like this?

(MINERS SHOUT APPROVAL)

- If we don't move, it's too late.
- I'm working on it.

Hang him high!
(MINERS SHOUT AGREEMENT)

What are we waiting for?
He's not getting any guiltier!

(MINERS WOLF WHISTLE)

Charlotte?

May I have a word, please?

(MINER WOLF WHISTLES)

Yeah?

MAN: Oh, look at those ankles!

Charlotte, no, no, no, no.
It's not safe.

I've worked tougher crowds
than this, believe me.

Gentlemen!

"The quality of mercy
is not strain'd.

"It droppeth as a gentle rain
from heaven upon the place beneath.

"It is twice blessed.

"It blesseth him that gives

"and him that takes.

"It is an attribute of God himself

"and earthly powers doth then show

"likest God's
when mercy seasons justice."

So, gentlemen...

..will you season your justice
with mercy today

and set this man free?

String him up!
(MINERS SHOUT APPROVAL)

- Here you go, boys.
- Thank you.

Tommy?

- What's wrong?
- It's all my fault.

What is?

I took the gold, not Jack.

Superintendent!

You've got to do something quickly.
The miners - they've got Jack!

Yes, I did hear something
about a bushranger

being caught stealing at the camp.

No, it wasn't him.

Please, you've got to stop them!
It's not right. It's not legal!

Well, these miners
can be bloody hard to control

when they get themselves worked up

but I will head down there...

..just as soon as
I finish this report.

(SHOUTS) Dan!

Dan!

I'll go it alone. There's no use
in both of us going in there.

Yeah, it's typical of you,
isn't it, Dan, eh?

Trying to steal my limelight.
(LAUGHS GRUFFLY)

(FIRES WARNING SHOT)
(MEN FALL SILENT)

- You're going to hang the wrong man!
- Yeah, we've heard that before.

- I know for a fact he's innocent.
- We caught him in the act.

Mary, you've got to get out
of here - this is too dangerous.

- Shush!
- Hang him high!

(MINERS SHOUT APPROVAL)

I'll be OK.

Dan will have a plan.
He's always got a plan.

No, I'm not leaving you!

Mary!

Let Jack go and there's
free rum in my pub for two hours!

MAN: (SHOUTS) You can't buy us off
with drink!

MINER: Hang him high!

(MINERS SHOUT APPROVAL)

Wait! Make it four hours!

MINERS: Four?

Hey, fellas...

MAN: Sold! (LAUGHS)
I'll do it for four hours!

- Off you go, gentlemen.
- Come on, fellas!

- You know the way.
- Don't fall for it, boys!

MAN: Shut up, mate!

- Tell Bill I sent you.
- Go on, fellas!

That's the way.

Don't be a bunch of losers
all your lives!

I think your men have spoken.

Not all of them.

(SCREAMS) No!

Jack! No!

Hey! Stay there, stay there,
stay there!

Stay still!

MARY: Somebody help!

No! (SQUEALS) No!
Settle down, Mary!

Jack!

Stuff ya!

Thank you.

Be careful!

That plan of yours kind of had
a last-minute feel to it.

Yeah, pretty much -
except I didn't have the rum.

I've got to remember that one.

- Good shot.
- Thank you very much, sir.

Let's go. I think we'd better go.

(SINGS) ♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay

♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay

- ♪ Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay... ♪
- Come here.

You've got a loose string.
Where?

Just here. Look. Here, come here.

(GROWLS) Raaa!
(SQUEALS) Oh, don't!

Hey...if you plan running off again
as soon as we're out the door...

..just tell me now.

OK.

Well, if I said
that I didn't, I'd be lying.

But...

..I kind of got used to the idea
of waking up with you every morning.

- Mmm?
- Mmm.

- I think it's your skin.
- Mmm.

Or it could be your smell.

Or maybe
it's your impromptu speeches.

Mmm, well... (GIGGLES)

REVEREND: Please be seated.
You're next.

Have you a ring, Mr Smith?

I'll shout when I'm ready.

Good. I'll be ready too.

Good.

So, we are gathered together today

in the sight of God

to join together
this man and this woman

in holy matrimony.

Does anyone present have a reason

why these two persons
shall not lawfully marry?

Speak now
or forever hold your peace.

- I do!
- Get out!

- For your own safety, Conrad, go!
- She doesn't love this man!

- She loves me!
- That's why I'm marrying Rupert.

I'll give you this last chance.

Leave now
or I'll have you hunted down

and see every last warrant
prosecuted against you.

My father has agreed to give you
right of passage if I marry him.

If not...

So, you see,
she's actually saving your life.

(CLEARS THROAT) Um,
I'm on a tight schedule.

Can we have this argument later?

- Certainly. Let's get on with it.
- Good.

- Have you a ring, Mr Wentworth?
- Hang on...

Am I to understand
a man's life is at stake here?

It will all blow over
once we get through the ceremony.

Let's see the ring.

Mr Wentworth, I need the ring!

Please go, Conrad -
before my father changes his mind.

I'd rather go down fighting
than see you marry another man.

- We can't have that.
- Shut up!

What is wrong with you people?
Give me that ring now!

My name is Captain Moonlite.

Wentworth...

..hand over the ring.

Salutations, one and all.

Well, don't just...sit there
like stunned trout!

Someone, anyone, after him!

(CAPTAIN GUNPOWDER LAUGHS)

Hyah! Hyah!

Apologise to your father.
Country life - it's not for me.

No! He's mortified
about how you've been treated.

The bushrangers,
the theft of the diamond...

I'll let you in on a little secret.

The diamond was a fake.

I've never even seen the real thing.

Oh, that might reassure him.
(LAUGHS)

Or not.

Good luck with Conrad.

It's obvious why you adore him -
and why wouldn't you?

He's gorgeous!

(GIGGLES) Oh.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

(MUTTERS)
Frederick. Frederick!

Frederick. Oh, Frederick!

I owe you an apology.
I was so taken in by that man.

Most of the town was.

Anyway, I want to make amends
by inviting you to dinner tonight.

Oh.

Unless you have something
better you...

No, no, no, no, no, no. No.

I mean, yes, yes, yes. I'd love to!

Should I bring a pig or a possum?

No, no!

Just...bring yourself.

Yes.

- Six o'clock.
- (WHISPERS) Yes.

Yes!

Charlotte!
Oh!

What's going on?

I know it sounds crazy,
but a gentleman -

a theatre manager,
Mr J.C. Williamson -

he's offered me an amazing job.

Oh...

Well, what happened to us
waking up every morning together?

Look, I am sorry, but we both know
it wasn't going to work.

You're a bushranger and...

..I belong on stage
in front of the gaslights.

Yeah.

- You'll be alright, won't you?
- Yeah!

Sure, I guess.

(CRACKS WHIP)
All clear!

- What about the suit?
- (LAUGHS) Keep it!

WENTWORTH: Ooh, I think
I've got it! (LAUGHS)

Problem is, the more Tommy sees you,
the more he wants to be like you.

- That's not such a bad thing, is it?
- He's my son.

I'll always do what's necessary
to protect him.

- So will I.
- He's already lost his father.

I don't know how he'll cope if he
loses another person close to him.

Have you...

..have you told him no yet?

- Who?
- Mick Scanlon.

What's Mick got to do with anything?

Well, he proposed, didn't he?

What makes you think
I'm going to say no?

(BAR PATRONS SHOUT RAUCOUSLY)

I better go.

- WOMAN: Bye, Ruby.
- WOMAN 2: See you tomorrow.

RUBY: 'Night, girls!

(GASPS) Ah!

Oh, darn it!

Oh!

(SCREAMS)