Fallout A Place to Call Home

-Guard.

-Quiet.

I need to see Dr Samuels.

I've made a decision.

She's finally offering a divorce.

I will accept full blame.

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

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

We have to find a way to work together.

It's not going to be by me compromising my standards.

-I saw your paintings.

-Yes.

-They're lovely.

-It's no good.

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

Oh, my God.

You cannot take it.

That's a signed Namatjira.

I'm finding the second book a struggle.

What about your bottom drawer?

Tender Vines. Perhaps I've been wrong.

Let's talk about publication.

HE COUGHS VIOLENTLY

Oh, God. An ambulance.

Does Isaac know that you're seeing him?

-He's not Jewish, of course not.

-It would break your uncle's heart.

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

Her clothes are missing, her bag. She's run away.

She is Jewish. She cannot deny that.

-And David?

-It's his heritage as well as hers.

This is something we have to face.

It may mean there is no wedding.

EXPLOSION

-FILM COMMENTARY:

-Every major city in the world faces becoming

a Nagasaki or Hiroshima

unless mankind confronts the outstanding issue of 1958...

..what to do about the hydrogen bomb.

This weapon, if ever used again,

will cause unimaginable destruction

and produce terrible effects on generations as yet unborn.

Can nations of the world unite to conquer man's unerring...?

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

You should have sat with us.

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

She's obsessed with Marilyn Monroe.

If she were anywhere in the vicinity...

-How long has it been?

-Two days.

-No George?

-No.

Righto, ladies. Now, what we've got to find is one of these grates

-full of hot air!

-Ignore him.

Cos I reckon Dawnie could give old Marilyn a run for her money

-in the pins department, especially when you go like that!

-Oh! Don't!

Drains in Inverness don't blow hot air!

Unlike you, Roy Briggs.

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

Those two are funnier than the film.

I really thought she'd be here.

I foolishly gave Isaac hope.

-Good luck.

-Thanks.

-Night, Jack.

-Night.

-Something's going on.

-Hm?

George and Sarah.

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

We agreed you're to leave him to me.

This selfish girl, this isn't my Leah.

-I didn't raise her to be like this.

-It's just her time to rebel.

All my savings have been spent on these tickets.

I... I know.

The life there.

The kibbutz life.

Huh.

This is Miriam's. For Leah.

You can mind them for her.

Hamantaschen.

Rugelach.

This takes me back to Paris before the war.

David's in for a treat.

Look, I...

I don't understand my religion well, I'm the first to admit it.

You put me in the synagogue,

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

-Yes.

-You know?

But what I do know is that...

..yeah, it's always felt good to be Jewish.

And that's what I want her to have.

And to pass down.

-The traditions.

-Yeah.

Together we go to Israel

to see the hope and the promise.

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

..she'll never come back.

RATTLING

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

METALLIC BANG

-HE SHOUTS

-Oh!

HE LAUGHS

Larry, you idiot.

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

-Are you all right? Are you OK?

-Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

OK, you sit down because I got you something.

Sit down.

I got you some food and I think you should eat it before it gets cold.

What?

I can't help worrying about Uncle Isaac.

He'll be all right. I promise.

Just so I'm clear, on his school form, for instance,

under religion, you'd prefer if we put Jewish.

Then what?

I'm trying to understand.

For David to be Jewish.

-But if it's passed down the mother's line, then...

-To know that he is.

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

You taught him that, your family too.

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

-In Hebrew?

-I'm not blaming you, I'm the one who's let it slip.

-Can he say both? The...

-Shema.

The Shema, and his other prayers.

Isn't that why we did both when he was born, the Bris and the baptism?

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

-My side?

-He goes to church each week, and now it's Sunday school.

He comes home full of stories about miracles

and disciples and the devil.

And all he knows about Judaism is that when we go to the Golds'

he has to wear a funny hat.

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

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

You are a wonderful mother. I do my best.

You do more than that.

We have a very happy little boy who could simply choose his own religion

when he's old enough.

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

then we can't be part of the Jewish community.

and I accept that.

I also accept that if...

..when we marry, it won't be under a chuppah, so be it.

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

-Our child.

What was it all for?

Millions of men, women and children died.

-What is it for?

-He certainly doesn't need to learn that.

-If I'm...

-Not yet.

-..so upset about Leah turning her back on her

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

And if we can't agree on that, then I don't see how we can marry.

Let's not turn this into a catastrophe.

I can't marry you unless we agreed that David will be raised as a Jew.

-The Blighs are Church of England.

-The Nordmanns aren't.

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

Is it really this or nothing?

Yes.

No.

After all we've been through.

Perhaps because of all we've been through.

We have a lot to consider.

Yes.

You're joking, aren't you?

It was a mistake to offer it for publication.

I made a mistake.

Tender Vines has tremendous potential.

I've been writing nothing but rubbish all year.

I panicked.

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

Struggle's one thing.

There were some days when I thought I'd be better off dead.

And if we publish Tender Vines I'd have a book out, yes,

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

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

I can't.

Are the memories that painful?

My grand failure.

I'll make it up to you.

Never mind me, it's you.

It's for the best.

I've never known a writer to destroy

what sounded like a perfectly wonderful novel.

Then you've never met...

me.

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

I just want to get it done.

The doctor was very specific this morning - go home and rest.

I'm lying down.

Bed rest is what he meant.

-TELEPHONE RINGS

-Oh, goodness.

Good evening. Surrey Street refuge.

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

Just took a pot shot you might be there.

-Yes, we certainly are.

-Doing what?

Yes, that's right.

Daffodils.

He coughed himself into a haemorrhage.

He's just out of hospital.

He should be resting until he gets his results.

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

Well, of course he needs to get his results.

Let me speak to him.

Er, Jack would like a word.

Ah, not right now.

Did you hear that?

Is George still coming down tomorrow?

You want him to have a word with Douglas, is that what you're saying?

That would be lovely, thank you, Jack.

Mm. Bye-bye.

-Sarah not coming up?

-Not tonight.

Regina.

No, that's not the problem.

She has had some tension with Henry,

-perhaps his staying here is a strain?

-Not at all, not at all.

I... I certainly enjoy his company.

-How's Douglas?

-He's ignoring orders to rest.

-Reluctant to return for his results.

-That's ridiculous.

Elizabeth's very anxious.

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

-She'd appreciate that.

Here he is.

A letter from James.

Nothing that can't be shared.

-I'll leave it here.

-Oh, won't you join us?

Ah, thank you, but big day tomorrow.

-Goodnight, all.

-Goodnight.

Goodnight, Henry. Sleep well.

Excuse me.

Jack, would you mind closing the door, please?

Sure.

If this could be kept between the two of us?

Sarah and I are having a...

..an argument.

About?

Religion.

-Excuse me.

-Henry.

Just wondering about the surgeon's residence.

When do you expect to move in?

I'm not a builder, Jack.

Working together and living under the same roof...

-..may not have been the best idea.

-Ahem, well...

You see, the thing is, James Bligh invited me to stay here.

Just as Carolyn nee Bligh invited you, I imagine.

But, of course, if you, Dr Duncan, would like me to make

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

No hard feelings, then?

Tricky adrenalectomy in the morning. Goodnight.

-George.

-It's a fundamental part of who we are.

Well, speak for yourself. I don't believe in any of it, sorry.

David will be an heir to Ash Park.

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

Why do you go to church?

-I do, that's the point.

-Because it's a habit.

A sore bottom and boredom once a week.

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

the church is where we learn our moral values.

Jews live moral lives.

Atheists live moral lives.

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

She's...

How do they put it? Observant.

She's observant.

-Do you ever pray?

-Do I...

I'm praying right now, Carolyn.

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

so I can enjoy this very fine brandy.

Oh, my dear brother.

We Blighs, led by you,

have stretched ourselves to accommodate so much.

Anna's conversion to Catholicism, James and how he is,

his lover stays under our roof, yours nearby.

The woman you love has a burning desire to see your Jewish child

raised in that faith.

Can you honestly counter you have an equal desire to see him raised C of E?

Don't work too late.

And choose your battles wisely.

Night.

Goodnight.

DULL ROAR

SHE WHIMPERS

GUNSHOT

SHE SCREAMS

SHE PANTS

Forgive me.

Forgive me. Forgive me, forgive me.

Forgive me.

In all of the recurring dreams, Regina,

or similar dreams of anger and hatred, revenge,

remembering that these dreams and the feelings they invoke

could be signposts in your recovery.

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

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

ELECTRICAL BUZZING

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

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

I'm merely the facilitator, you're the one who's done the work.

Everything for the good.

Tell me what you're thinking about?

SHE CRIES

The same thing I was thinking over breakfast.

whether the snails had got into my lovely little garden bed

after all that rain.

What say we play hooky today, hm?

Combine your talk therapy with a stroll.

Check on those snails?

Yes.

Yes, please.

-Do you like jazz?

-When it's good.

The Australian Quartet's playing all this week.

Last gig before they head off to America.

-Ha!

-What?

-Last gig?

That's what we hip folk say, man!

So, shall we go one night?

-I'm off, I'm afraid.

-Sorry?

I've been thinking it over and, um,

a girl can't sit around waiting for inspiration

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

-You'll be coming back down here?

-No, I'll stay put.

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

And Vanessa's helped me deliver the goods in the past so, hopefully,

busy, busy, busy.

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

No.

You'll give me the first read?

Oh! Only if you don't nag.

Now, I have to pack.

Good morning.

We're closing for lunch now, Miss, you can come back tomorrow.

I'm just checking in.

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

Honest.

How do you think your mother would feel if you just disappeared?

-All right.

-Really?

Or arrested, taken to the station?

-I've done nothing wrong.

-Withholding information from authorities,

that's a charge.

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

Where do you think she might have gone?

Just... That Israel joint, that's all I know.

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

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

but I've got mates waiting.

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

# Well, bless my soul what's wrong with me?

# I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree

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

# I'm in love

# I'm all shook up

# Uh-huh-huh

# Mmmmm

# Yeah

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

# I can't seem to... #

Leah? Leah, Leah, please.

I'm trying to help you. I know you don't believe me.

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

He can't, it's true, he can't make you go.

No, you're on his side.

-Look, you just need to go to the house and talk to him.

-No, no!

-He's your uncle.

-No!

-And he's worried.

It's all about the war and the guilt. I'm sick of it.

Why can't I live the life I want?

That's a terrible thing to say.

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

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

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

-It's this boy.

-..I'm an adult.

-He's a Gentile.

-Isaac, let her speak.

I don't want to go with you.

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

-Isaac!

-You will not marry out, this is not what Miriam would want.

-Please!

-All she did for you, looked after you,

and you give your virginity up to a goy?

-Where is your self respect?

-Uncle!

You go and have a test at the doctor's and prove me that I'm wrong.

Go and have test!

Because I'm right!

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

Then I will nail her window shut.

What is it that you want for her?

Really want?

That she should live a good life.

And that she should be happy.

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

I talked her into coming home and you ruin it in one fell swoop.

Let me try and strike a deal with her.

So that she can come with me?

So that you don't lose her for good.

Just hold that down for a few minutes, thanks.

-Any hypos since I last saw you?

-No.

Any problems checking your levels at home?

-No.

-Good.

Well, keep taking the tablets.

Stick to the diet, watch your sugar.

Do you usually go along?

Anzac Day?

Depends where I am.

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

Every man's different.

I was on the Burma railway.

That new film, Bridge On The River Kwai,

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

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

..who ended up in Changi.

-Can I let go?

-Yeah.

TELEPHPONE RINGS IN DISTANCE

-I'll see you in a week.

-Thank you.

Changi was a holiday camp.

That's what we reckon, anyway.

Where were you, then?

And here we are.

Mrs Goddard has been calling.

Thank you, Lynette.

-This is so nice.

-Not so fast.

Your uncle thinks you and Larry have slept together.

-Is he right?

-No.

I believe you.

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

-while you live at Ash Park.

-Yes.

And just because you're here doesn't mean you're cutting ties with him,

-you're to write to your uncle every week.

-OK.

And you have to pull your weight.

Look after David, respect our rules

and help at the women's clinic some days.

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

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

Do I still have to be a Jew?

For goodness' sake, Leah, you are!

You are a Jew.

And... Even if you changed your name to Heidi Mutter

and dressed in a dirndl,

brush up against an anti-Semite anywhere in the world and I can

assure you, you will never be let off the hook.

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

I need you to stay with David.

And you can put that down now.

Good Lord!

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

It's a good solution, she's lovely with David and he adores her.

Let me get this straight.

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

excellent maids whom my son also adores,

and now without any thought of consulting me,

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

If someone doesn't intervene,

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

That's his problem, it's not ours.

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

Sarah...

..tell me really why she's here.

Well, it's been like a...

..like a bucket of cold water.

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

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

She just needs some guidance, George.

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

CAR HORN TOOTS

Carolyn's waiting.

ON PHONE: He's actually just left now.

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

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

Well, I beg to differ!

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

George seemed reassured by the psychiatrist.

-He...

-Doctors can be duped!

Oh, Sarah, you and I both know she should have been put away for life.

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

-Hm, so he isn't listening to you, either.

-He has listened to me.

Huh.

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

What could possibly be more important?

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

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

Yes. Sarah, George can be weak, you know that.

He is often easily swayed.

He's good and decent.

That's not weak.

That really was Elizabeth Bligh talking.

-Oh.

-Let's finish this call.

Neither of us wants to argue, yes?

My best to Douglas for his health.

Thank you.

-I simply meant...

-I know.

She said I was being Elizabeth Bligh.

Ha, no chance of that, Lizzie, darling.

I just don't know how anyone could ever think

-of trusting Regina ever again.

-Don't worry.

I fear for them, Douglas.

They have their lives and we have ours.

-Oh, good, let me see.

-Phoebe thinks he has talent.

Speaking of which,

when are we getting another best seller from Anna Bligh?

-Soon. Soon.

-Good.

-Now, these?

-They're his watercolours from Central Australia.

In a Namatjira style.

These are what he seems to have been painting since he came to Inverness.

-The palette is much deeper.

-Mm.

-The greens.

You've discovered him, Mama.

Not so fast. Now, these are his Namatjira style, let's say.

This is the actual Namatjira that he has.

You know, one just sold for 100 Guineas at the David Jones art show.

You did have fun that night.

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

If it is a Namatjira.

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

-Not yet.

You may have stumbled across a forger, you know?

No, no.

-No.

-There's an awful lot of it about.

DISTANT SHOUTING

Faster! Faster!

Hurry up!

EXPLOSIONS

GUNFIRE

Supplies.

George. Oh, how lovely.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.

It's wonderful.

As to the matter of the divorce,

you've heard my views.

I'll leave it in your capable hands.

Tell me about Douglas.

Oh, George.

It was dreadful, it was truly dreadful.

I'm sure he persuaded the doctor to discharge him earlier.

Now he's acting as if nothing's happened.

I'm not sure what to do.

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

that's all it is.

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

-for your results.

-I appreciate your concern.

I strongly advise you deal with this issue promptly.

Your procrastination

is causing mother distress.

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

HE COUGHS VIOLENTLY

Sorry, George.

I'm sorry. The truth is I'm afraid.

Afraid this might be the beginning of the end.

Not for me, just for...

..what we have.

Hm.

Ignoring it won't make it go away.

It'll only make matters worse.

For mother?

I confirmed the appointment.

Good idea.

That'll be nothing, of course.

And if it is something...

What is it that American chappie says?

Which one?

-IN AMERICAN ACCENT:

-When fate hands you a lemon, make lemonade!

-Some of Roy's novels.

-Oh?

-Why he saves them, who would know.

-Ha!

Oh.

She could be a model.

She really could.

Oh, Mrs Briggs, Mrs Collins.

And lovely with it.

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

She is. Dior.

Hello.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

The prodigal authoress returns.

The desk is set up ready to go.

All made a vow of silence, your wish is our command.

Ah, not too much pressure, then!

Henry! Darling!

Oh, lordy, Miss Bligh.

-How long are you in town?

-As long as it takes.

Ah, well, no distractions here, take it from me.

-The cocktail trolley rolls out at five.

-Lovely.

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

Every good boy deserves a beard.

My question to you is what do you think would be better politically?

A divorce next year on the grounds of her five years in an institution,

or accept her offer now?

How does she seem, Regina?

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

She seemed cogent, appeared to be self-aware,

without animus, so it seemed.

The psychiatrists continue her treatment.

Electro-zapping and all of that.

Talk therapy, psychoanalysis.

Are psychiatrists real doctors, though?

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

-I have heard it said.

My advice is to take her up on it,

she couldn't have picked a better time.

A fresh start to your second term and all the groundwork we've done

starts bearing fruit.

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

it'll be on my own terms.

I find it difficult to believe that there isn't an ulterior motive

on her part.

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

She could be making this offer in an attempt to execute revenge.

-I can hear your mother talking, George.

-The more I weigh it up...

Do you know what happens if you wait for a divorce

on the grounds of insanity?

When she finally comes out,

she has every reason to tell anyone who'll listen, and they will,

that you and your new missus drove her mad, sent her insane.

This offer, her way,

she admits in court she was mentally cruel to you, full stop.

She's discredited, it's a gift, she's out of your life.

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

Obviously the treatment's working.

You probably have two women in your ear right now -

mother and mistress.

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

Now, I don't want to sound immodest

but my advice has mostly been spot on, wouldn't you say?

Yes.

Yes, it has.

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

Hmph.

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

If she tries any argy-bargy, then knock it on the head.

Stern's still doing the right thing by you with the mortgage rate,

-I always meant to ask?

-Of course.

Take Regi up on her offer.

Nice clear road straight ahead.

Bye, George.

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

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

Mr Fox. I'm sorry, Sheila.

I didn't know you were here.

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

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

I suggest what we call a Halsted radical mastectomy.

We remove the breast, lymph nodes and a small part of the chest wall.

Some of my colleagues like to take a piece of the ribcage as well

but I'd like to think we can remove any stray cells

without having to do that.

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

Do you have any questions, Sheila?

Sorry to ask, but...

..a lady I know, she just had

not all that done, more of a...

..simple thing, she said.

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

Will I be all...

I don't know what to think.

I'm sorry to waste your time.

Sheila. Sheila, please, wait.

Don't go telling my husband, please.

He wouldn't want this, he wouldn't want me all deformed. I'm sorry.

You could have called me when she arrived,

or one of the other nurses from the clinic.

-She's my patient.

-She was referred by the clinic.

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

Now, I know her home life,

her husband will terrify her into not coming back.

When I require a medical opinion, I shall seek out a fellow surgeon.

I never have and, cannot imagine that I ever will,

feel the need to consult a nurse.

At least I know who it was,

ferreting through my stuff.

I hope you'll accept this as an apology,

some paints and watercolour papers.

I picked them up while I was in the city, and a few brushes,

from Cassells.

They also do mail orders in case there's anything else you need.

All right, I'll take them.

And these were the photographs I took of your work.

A friend of mine is a very good art dealer.

I showed her those.

She, she admires your work as much as I do

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

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

Missus.

Thanks for these.

Carolyn, please, or I get Caro, either one.

You know they've forecast heavy rain,

just might be good to check the roof.

It would be terrible to lose any of your paintings

but if that is a Namatjira, one of them just sold for 100 Guineas.

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

Not that you'd want to sell it.

I know. Anyway.

Missus...

You said "if" it's a Namatjira.

My friend just said there are some forgeries around.

-Well, it was painted by Albert.

-Well, that's good, then.

Why would I say that it was if it wasn't?

And, with all respect, don't go telling me that I've misunderstood.

I don't reckon I have.

Watch out for snakes.

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

Well, of course not, you come from the big house on the hill.

I feel bad enough, don't rub it in.

Let me ask you something.

If he was a white man, let's say that artist of Olivia's back in...

-Oh, don't mention him.

-He's the only artist I know.

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

What are you doing anyway, running around taking photographs?

-Trying to help.

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

Actually, you know what?

I don't.

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

I am not idle.

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

Or the women's clinic, filing or whatever else Sarah needs.

I've stuck my nose into the shearing but that's all under control.

So is it any wonder that when there's a hokey band

-playing in a hokey hall...

-Calm down!

..or a scratch film once a week, I can't wait,

I'm almost sleepless with anticipation!

-What do you want me to do?

-Nothing! Or something!

I don't know.

Welcome back to Ash Park, Anna!

I'm here to say that I accept.

I accept and appreciate your offer of divorce.

It is without malice.

Thank you.

I wish you the very best.

I behaved in a despicable way.

If only we could claw back time.

The human curse.

Along with awareness of our own mortality,

unique amongst the animals.

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

Mm-hm.

I do wish you and your family well.

Goodbye, George.

KOOKABURRA CALLS

You're here because Alice says you must. To say goodbye?

-No.

-She's here because she loves you, Isaac.

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

I want to stop at the mechanics.

-Do you think that's wise?

-I hope so.

Jimmy Dancer.

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

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

Let's make lemonade.

What you see before you is a silly old Jew.

I don't know.

But one who knows how to fight.

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

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

that was a battle to end them all.

Why do you think that was?

Her father?

It took me a long time to prove to him that I deserved his daughter.

But not once...

..not once did I ever disrespect her.

I never have disrespected her.

Don't be thinking, oh, well, he's gone away now, who cares.

I won't.

Because there is another Jew in town to be afraid of.

Even more than me.

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

And she'll be watching you.

And she has eyes in the back of her head.

Hm?

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

Not so much.

But you did.

I can walk to the station from here.

I could do with the exercise.

My girl...

..until we meet in Israel.

HE PRAYS IN HEBREW

May the Lord turn his face to you...

..and grant you peace.

He is what matters.

Yes.

All right.

He can be raised Jewish.

Ash Park remains a Christian household,

and if he turns to Christianity when he is of age,

then we both allow him that.

Agreed.

Thank you.

But never use our marriage as an ultimatum, ever again.

That was not my intention, George.

It sounded so to me.

Sorry to make it so late.

Any time for you, Sir Richard.

You've been a true friend to Mrs Bligh.

In fact, I'm told the only one throughout her entire incarceration.

I was never here.

-No names, no pack-drill, Sir Richard.

-Ah.

Had a good week by the sound of it?

Quite spectacular.

I might book myself in for a bit of a rest sometime.

We could put you under our psychoanalysis.

You wouldn't want to get stuck in my dreams, that's for sure.

Given her recent progress, I will shortly be making a recommendation

to the parole board for her release.

How soon might that happen?

Two to three months, I'd say.

KEYS RATTLE

DOOR CREAKS LOUDLY

Bloody marvellous.