You're Just in Love A Place to Call Home

Your case has more holes in it than...Swiss cheese.

Almost forgot.

Sir Richard's a good man to have in your corner.

Where's the fun in THEM pulling your life apart?

Factions will be forming.

I trust I can rely upon you.

-I expect a full report upon my return.

-Yes, ma'am.

Suppose you wrote a novel - death by poison

of a young schoolteacher and the story surrounding it.

Names and places changed, but sufficient to the purpose.

That's the work of months.

Well, justice delayed is better than none at all.

We will hang Regina's good name, even if we can't hang Regina.

This is what I can't wait to leave.

Always tension. No wonder you're not expecting.

I'll set a date.

-Husband and wife.

-Yes.

-The invitations.

-I suppose I can't stop you sending him one.

Hello, Lizzie.

I didn't come back for James.

He was strapped down and electrocuted because of you.

They had to burn you out of him, that's why he can't remember!

Harry and Henry. They're the same name, aren't they?

-Where did that come from?

-I don't know. Just occurred to me.

But we live in a world where my husband was shot

with no consequence, where this Ford fellow is missing,

feared a victim of foul play, and Milly Davis died in agony.

Sarah Nordmann links them all.

Do you want the truth?

I'm terrified that we'll be next.

Tell me who killed her.

The creature has a history of mental illness,

also wartime connections with the Soviet military,

she also fought for the left in Spain.

No-one can blame you, mate,

whatever you choose to do.

CHATTER

It's awful. Half the countryside, by the looks of it.

Mr Bligh, would you like to take your seat, please?

And Mrs Bligh, there in the centre, on Mr Bligh's right.

Thank you. And Mrs Bligh senior to his left.

And Mr James Bligh, with your lovely wife and child.

And next to Mrs Bligh, her stepdaughter and Mr Poletti.

No, Cinders, you shall not go to the ball!

-I beg your pardon?

-Oh, a wicked stepmother jest.

No po-faces for the newly-elected member.

Lovely. Perfect.

And, cheese!

Have a look at him. Proud as punch.

And deservedly so.

Old Ma Bligh looks like she swallowed cat's piss.

Glass of Regina, more like it.

-You don't like her much?

-Oh, we have our reasons.

Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Have a butcher's.

Right.

I'll get started.

-I wasn't thinking.

-He doesn't need protecting.

I held out a vague hope...

..that if George lost, she'd pull up stakes and disappear.

She'll be harmless enough in Canberra.

Out of harm's away, maybe. Harmless? Never.

One day, she'll go to jail.

You'll burn a hole in that, if you're not careful.

It's like looking at a mockery of marriage.

We're the only real couple there.

Oh, the sink's blocked again.

I can't find a plunger. If you do find it, will you have a go?

Thanks, bello.

Ah!

Oh!

CAR HORN HONKS

Sarah!

It's a long way for you all to drive.

Well, if you think I'd miss my son's investiture, you're sorely mistaken.

I'd like to see Canberra.

-I hear it's a lovely drive.

-Carolyn.

-Sorry?

-Why don't you and you and Jack extend your honeymoon

-and come to George's swearing-in?

-Grandmother!

Well, one can be as amorous in our capital as anywhere.

Perhaps Douglas could join us.

Far too frivolous for an MP, George.

You're blushing.

I am flushing at inappropriate twaddle.

You have to admit it was sweet,

his playing something romantic to announce his arrival!

Like a troubadour under a window.

A one step too far.

If you you'll all excuse me.

Are you saying you'd like to see Canberra...

-Nothing the matter, is there, darling?

-No.

You're uncharacteristically restrained.

-The wedding.

-Oh.

Well, don't let it tie you up in knots.

The day belongs to you and Jack.

Off to telephone Douglas?

You might be too big to spank, but there are other forms of punishment.

Is it just the wedding?

Of course.

HORN HONKS

Ah! Not long till the big day!

Yeah, a lot to squeeze in.

And? You've been distracted.

Very, since they dropped any charges.

-Is it that obvious?

-For a man who should be cock-a-hoop.

-You've got enough on your plate.

-There's always room for more.

Sir Richard's playing some sort of cat and mouse.

Gets me off the hook so he can slam me on his own later.

Does make his donation a concern.

Gives him sway with the board.

It's just a question of how he'll use it.

-Have you talked to Elizabeth about it?

-The donation?

No, your assumptions.

No. Not with her hypertension.

-It's what he wants me to do.

-So for now?

We don't let it spoil the wedding.

Well, if I can help in any way.

At least try to stop worrying about him.

It's myself I'm worried about.

I'll kill him if he hurts Carolyn or Elizabeth.

The fence is pretty much done.

Goodo. A lick of paint might be nice.

Any reason you know that Sarah might be followed?

No.

I thought I saw someone follow her when she left.

-Nah.

-He was sitting up the hill a bit.

As soon as she left, he up and tailed her.

Local coppers have pegged for a commie.

Is she?

You reckon you'd know that car if you saw it again?

-Got a light, old mate?

-I don't smoke, sorry.

Oh. Worth a try.

-You're not local, are you?

-No.

-Nothing wrong, I hope?

-Why?

Hospital.

-No-one's sick, then?

-No.

Well yourself?

I might wind the window up, I'm a bit chilly.

You're not squiring one of the nurses round, are you?

It's none of your bloody business.

Well, if you're not sick and no-one's sick,

there must be a reason you're here.

Now, I'm here to see a friend of mine, Sarah Nordmann.

Do you know her?

I reckon you're right.

I've...come to say my farewells.

I'll next see you in Sydney, and then Canberra, here we come!

There's no need to rush off.

We've done your victory lap,

I have acknowledged the congratulatory offerings,

and as I'm not invited to the wedding...

Perhaps best.

It removes the need on both sides for hypocrisy.

Canberra will certainly be a challenge.

-Together we shall make our mark.

-Mmm.

Hopefully, we'll be closer there.

Feel free to arrive earlier.

No, it'd be lovely, sharing the day with you.

Until then.

Love's old dream.

How sweet.

What happened to "I won't inflict my dying bones on Douglas"?

You take your malice and drip it elsewhere.

-I can't hear you.

-SHE HUMS

Oh, so now it's your hearing that's failing?

No doubt you'll bring the stench of lavender and old lace to Canberra.

How irrelevant you'll seem.

One Parliamentary term and he'll be mine.

Do feel free to NEVER return.

How are things proceeding?

He's watching her.

Building up to something?

He's working out her routine.

Have you any idea what?

No.

Encourage him.

A blind eye is as far as I'll go.

Part of me hopes he backs off.

You think I didn't have the same battle with my conscience?

And then I remind myself that she is a killer.

At least in Canberra, I'll be safe.

You'll be missed.

I'll be in Sydney for two days at the Australia,

if there's something to tell.

A personal report avoids the risk of curious ears on the telephone line.

Face-to-face.

Yes.

Drive careful.

I look forward to that report.

This is very good.

One hopes it will tip her over the edge, as planned.

No, I mean apart from Regina,

you're looking at women and their place since the war,

back to the home for Rosie the Riveter.

You might want to slip the Land Army in, if you can.

It's going to be much, much more than just a whodunnit.

Thank you.

I should be finished well before we're back from Italy.

I would imagine.

WHISPERS: You seem to be well on track with Rose, too.

Are you sure she's been snooping?

She seems so sweet when she visits.

WHISPERS: She and madame are as thick as thieves.

She's hardly the harmless mite you imagine.

She's a firm eye for the main chance, that one.

I do hope you're wrong.

WHISPERS: Anna, the whole plan depends on my not being.

LOUDLY: Whatever my troubles with Regina, it's lovely to see her.

So fond of Rose.

-There you are!

-Ma'am.

Georgie refuses to settle.

-Perhaps some Rose Magic might help?

-Yes, ma'am.

I rest my case.

This is a nice surprise.

Maybe not.

SHE SIGHS

I've been distant the last few days.

I'm sorry.

We're both on tenterhooks.

I was almost good again.

We were close.

Now he's back in my mind.

I feel him and I hate myself for it.

This sort of thing submerges.

It doesn't disappear.

What if it affects our wedding night?

It'll be our wedding night.

That's all that matters.

I'll try. I promise.

It'll be the happiest day of my life, whatever happens.

You don't reckon it could have been some Government fellow, do you?

-ASIO?

-Well, with Mr Bligh winning,

they might be keeping an eye on his ex.

They might have heard all that commie talk.

That's possible...

The stuff with the Petrovs on the wireless all the time.

I'll bet your tail has been onto them. You be careful, eh?

I avoided the Gestapo for years.

I can manage ASIO.

Want to hear a cracking good yarn?

You do go on about the war sometimes.

Well?

Still worried about that bloke.

Would have been Roy Briggs, most likely.

She's got him wrapped around her little finger.

He could identify me.

He wouldn't have a clue who you are.

You've got my back?

100%.

No matter what I do?

Mrs Bligh too.

Sometimes the bad 'uns leave us no choice.

Yoo-hoo! It's only me.

Stop... Mrs Collins!

The joys of breakfast alfresco.

That's Italian, you know.

Ah, well, of course you do.

Now, I know you're departing soon,

so I've brought some back issues of the CWA newsletter

for your dear mother. I'm sure she's been missing them.

She says so in every letter.

How gratifying!

As a fellow writer, Anna,

I'm sure you know the value of being appreciated.

I do, yes.

We are becoming quite an artistic community.

You know, with Miss Carolyn becoming Mrs Duncan

and this reception, I believe, is going to feature

a theatrical performance by the cast of Call Me Madam.

That would be telling.

Oh, how deliciously bohemian!

Well, I mustn't dally.

Oh!

Have you found someone to look after the farm while you're away?

Still not sure.

You know, Mr Briggs has an excellent young man,

-his name's Harry Polson.

-Oh, I remember him.

-Eve's brother?

-Yes. Indeed, indeed. He's been back for nigh on a month.

Anyway, arrivederci.

-Also Italian.

-Ciao.

You should look into that.

-Harry?

-Hmm.

-Well, we can't leave until you found someone.

-Mmm.

HORN HONKS

Miss Nordmann, what on earth do you think you're doing?

Well, it's just a branch.

I couldn't drive over it.

Not wriggling around too much, I trust?

I'm going to need new clothes soon.

Well, it's a miracle, that's what it is.

Well, it doesn't feel like a miracle.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Yes?

Hello. James here?

He was down at the stables, showing Georgie the new foal.

He might still be there.

Evie.

I think about it a lot, your quandary.

What you'll decide about Georgie.

I am about as resolute as a puff of smoke.

And until George is settled in public life...

-I hope you don't mind my bringing it up.

-Not at all.

Please don't rush away.

By the time you two return from Italy,

I may well be gone.

Just let me follow through on my inspiration with James

-and I'll be right back.

-Tell me?

All right.

Harry Polson's returned, I assume you know?

-Yes.

-Well, we need someone on the farm.

I'll convince Gino to hire him

and keep him on for the planting when we're back...

-Anna...

-Gino has to like him, he's so sweet.

And then, when Gino finds out what Harry...

..is, it may help him see James differently.

Or it might make him disgusted with the both of them.

It's worth a shot.

You can't tell James about it.

Whatever you do.

Why not?

Are you sure your health permits this?

If I'm not up to a few accounts, George, what good am I?

-Please. Anna!

-When is this family going to stop lying?

-I had to tell her.

-It's so wrong, keeping this from James!

She was going to talk to him about their employing Harry.

If you're not going to tell him, I am!

-Anna.

-Well, when is he going to find out?!

-20 years too late, like I did with Mother and Papa?

-Never, I hope.

James is perfectly happy having forgotten.

It's his right to know and decision to make.

There are other issues at stake.

At least try to understand.

You chose Lloyd and you chose Mr Goddard

and you will soon have a new child, and hopefully, Sarah.

James has a right to make whatever choice he wants.

James has chosen, he's chosen Henry.

We hadn't shared that piece of information with you.

HENRY Henry?

I've stripped in front of him.

Well, so have women in front of Papa and he's hardly ravished them...

For goodness' sake, Anna, that is not very helpful.

No, his attitude is so antiquated, I'm sick of the lying.

Oh, will you climb down off your high horse, please?

Now, we all of us keep things to ourselves, mostly motivated by love.

I don't.

I think you might, if you thought about it sufficiently.

Would you want some self-righteous miss exposing your private business

out of a sense of moral outrage?

-I'm telling him.

-It is none of your business.

So, you're going to ruin your mama and papa's wedding day?

Because if this blows up into an argument, it most certainly will.

It's not right.

We will discuss it again after the wedding.

I won't change my mind.

We'll see.

All right. One more day.

Anna!

Which at least gives us some time.

It gives me time to deal with my antiquated attitudes.

Anna, for heaven's sake, stop!

Yes?

I love your idea of bringing Gino around,

but please, James should remember in his own time.

And if he doesn't?

Then he doesn't want to.

And that should say enough in itself.

Thank God I'm going away.

Try to understand.

I don't.

This house breeds deceit.

In all of us.

Rose?

Why are you hovering?

-I'm not, ma'am.

-You've been doing a lot of it lately.

-Heaven help you if Mrs Bligh notices.

-Mrs Bligh's in Sydney.

You're playing with fire, Rose.

You should know,

Father's finally caught up with the rest of the family

about Henry.

-How?

-It just slipped out in idle conversation.

What did he say?

He was quite good about it, really.

I appreciate the heads-up,

given that Henry's going to be at the wedding.

And, James, I've just been wondering, um...

..before Henry, I know there was Olivia's brother...

but has never been anyone else?

-Why?

-Has there?

-No.

-You're sure?

Is this research you're doing for your book?

No, not to worry.

I'll see you at the wedding, and I'm sure Father will be fine.

Next thing, the old lady's patting her on the belly.

-Well, I assumed you knew.

-She always had a coat on.

It was only by luck...

If I'd killed a baby, I'd...

What now?

I'm going back to Butterworth.

-I'll keep trying to make a case.

-You said you couldn't.

I'll find something.

Somehow.

No, I'll be back.

Soon as the baby's born.

This country doesn't need a mother like her.

You were ready to let me kill a baby.

I saw Milly's body.

Maybe that's blinded me to it.

Oh! I wanted to leave this for you,

we won't see each other before the church.

-What is it?

-The card explains.

"For a Jewish wedding,

"sometimes a plate is broken to show the seriousness of the commitment.

"And now yours and Carolyn's will be deep and total."

It already is broken.

Only from you.

Mazel tov, dear friend.

Are you ready?

ORGAN PLAYS WEDDING MARCH

Dearly beloved, we're gathered together here in the sight of God

and in the face of this congregation

to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony...

First it was ordained for the procreation of children

to be brought up in the fear...

Wilt thou have this woman as thy wedded wife?

Wilt thou love her, comfort her,

honour and keep her, in sickness and in health,

forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live?

I will.

Secondly, it was ordained for a remedy against sin,

that such persons...

Wilt thou take this man to thy wedded husband?

Wilt thou obey him,

serve him, love, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health,

forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live?

I will.

Thirdly, it was ordained for the mutual society,

help and comfort

that the one ought to have of the other,

both in prosperity and adversity.

Into which holy estate these two persons present...

Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?

I do.

With the greatest of joy.

I, Jack, take thee, Carolyn, to be my wedded wife,

to have and to hold from this day forward,

for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love and cherish,

till death us do part...

..according to God's holy ordinance and thereto I plight my troth.

I, Carolyn, take thee, Jack,

to be my wedded husband,

to have and to hold from this day forward...

..for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health...

..to love, cherish...

..and obey.

With this ring I thee wed.

With my body I thee worship.

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

I now pronounce that they be man and wife.

-CHEERING

-Good on you, Caro!

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

# You don't need analysing

# It is not so surprising

# That you feel very strange but nice

# Your heart goes pitter-patter

# I know just what's the matter

# Because I've been there once or twice

# Put your head on my shoulder

# You need someone who's older

# A rub down with a velvet glove

# There is nothing you can take

# To relieve that pleasant ache

# You're not sick, you're just in love

# I hear singing and there's no-one there

# I smell blossom but the trees are bare

# All day long I seem to walk on air

# I wonder why, I wonder why... #

Here we go, come and have a dance with old Roy.

Come on!

No, I really don't want to.

Oh, come on!

# There is nothing you can take

# To relieve that pleasant ache

# You're not sick, you're just in love. #

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Jill Perryman and Mr Kevin Johnson

from the cast of Call Me Madam.

Bravo! Bravo!

Um, I'll be back.

I'm just going to the powder room.

You've been in here a while.

I don't want to spoil your day.

What is it?

This IS a house of lies,

and I'm as bad as everyone else.

Worse.

I've been lying to myself.

How long have you been feeling this way?

Months, I think.

I had no idea.

Nor did I. Not fully.

Can you tell me?

Your vows...

..and watching everyone just now...

..it made me face it.

I love Gino so much...

..but...

till death do us part...

I'm not sure.

-Not any more.

-Why?

I secretly hoped we'd move away together, eventually.

Find a life of our own.

Now, with the vineyard,

I'll be trapped.

Where's the girl who wanted to be the best Italian wife?

-I meant it then.

-What's changed?

How alive I feel when I'm away from it.

The way he treats James.

And then there's the big one.

Yes?

Gino's eyes glow when he talks of children...

..and there's a good chance that I can't have them.

The doctor told me after my miscarriage.

Why didn't you say?

I didn't want to believe it.

Gino's desperate for a son.

His own son.

-And I didn't think he'd marry me if he knew.

-Anna.

Lies.

And when I see him with Rose, I just...

I think, that's the sort of wife he needs.

-Nothing...?

-Oh, no, no, he'd never cheat, but...

..she's perfect.

She's sweet and she's...

..happy to live on the farm,

to cook and to clean and to give him a big family.

But you love him.

Love conquers all?

Yes.

It's the biggest lie.

Darling.

Father and Sarah and Regina,

and James and Olivia and...

now add us to the list.

-Oh...

-Oh, sorry.

So sorry.

We should get back out there.

What are you going to do?

Keep loving him.

Keep on lying until I can't lie any more.

Or until you conceive.

Get a second opinion.

I will.

But I know.

Somehow.

Well, if you're really interested in the refuge,

I'd love you both to drop in some time.

Well, we plan on having two days in Sydney...

-Not on your honeymoon.

-Well, maybe on our last day.

Your husband is threatening to sneak away from the honeymoon

-to visit Douglas.

-Well, I'll have to let him.

I promised to love, cherish and obey.

Only just. I heard you choke on that word.

Papa. Be very, very happy.

-May I speak to you?

-Yes, darling.

Do you mind?

A sentimental moment.

You were right yesterday.

The truth can hurt if it's handled wrongly.

I won't tell.

Thank you.

Though I do hope he remembers.

They look more than capable of coping with it.

Should it arise, one trusts so.

Henry, may I have a word, please?

Of course.

Oh, by the way,

I have the name of the doctor for you in Canberra.

Good.

Thank you.

Best we part ways, medically anyway...

..now you're so close to the family.

Of course.

When I first...

When I first discovered James's proclivities,

my behaviour was...

..reprehensible.

Perhaps I can make up for that by...

..admitting great confusion...

..but offering my hand.

Thank you, sir.

Harm him,

and I will track you down.

I don't doubt it.

I just got your father's blessing.

Champagne, please.

What?

Something...

Nothing.

Isn't it lovely, ma'am?

-It is.

-Like a fairytale.

-You OK?

-Perfect.

-Ma'am?

-Thank you.

What a wonderful day.

He's a very impressive man, they make a handsome pair.

They're just two individuals enjoying each other's company.

I stand corrected.

Family is bad enough.

I'm glad of this moment, I regret our setback.

As do I. So no harm done?

Your instincts about Mr Polson have so far proved correct.

No damage done to our alliance.

Against Regina? Certainly not.

She was most smug when she left.

Do you know the best thing about justice delayed?

Justice anticipated.

Time for the bouquet!

Oh, come on, Rosa, get in there.

Come on, have a go, give me your bag.

One,

two,

three!

CHEERING

-Bye!

-Bye.

Bye!

Oh, fancy me catching the bouquet.

Well, maybe you'll be next, eh, Doris?

Oh, will I, Mr Briggs?

Welcome to our honeymoon.

We made it.

No rush, no expectation.

I liked those words.

Which ones?

In the service.

With my body I thee worship.

Worship me.

I owe you.

That's no way to treat a friend.

-Hello, James.

-You remember Harry?

Harry.

Harry.