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 gonna be by me compromising my standards.
- I saw your paintings. - Yes.
They're lovely.
I'm stonkered.
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.
Oh, God.
An ambulance!
Does Isaac know that you're seeing him?
Well, 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.
Clothes are missing, bag.
She's run away.
She is Jewish. She cannot deny that.
And David?
Well, it's his heritage as well as hers.
There's something we have to face.
It may mean there is no wedding.
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 unnerving race...
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.
What we've got to find is one of these grates full of hot air.
Oh, ignore him.
'Cause I reckon Dawnie could give old Marilyn
a run for her money in the pins department,
especially when you go like that!
Don't!
The drains in Inverness don't blow hot air...
unlike you, Roy Briggs.
Next fancy-dress party, that's what you're wearing.
Oh, 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.
Hmm?
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.
Ha.
This is Miriam's.
For Leah.
You can mind them for her.
Mm. Hamantaschen. Rugelach.
Oh, this takes me back to Paris before the war.
David's in for a treat.
Hm.
Look, I, uh, I don't understand my religion well.
I... I'm the first to admit it.
You put me in a synagogue,
I'm standing up, everybody's sitting down.
Yes.
You know?
But what I do know is that, uh...
yeah, it has 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.
It's Superboy!
Larry, you idiot.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was a joke.
Are you all right?
- You okay? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right.
Okay. Good. You sit down.
'Cause, uh, 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...
I am trying to understand.
For David to be Jewish.
But if it's passed down the mother's line...
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 has let it slip.
Well, can he say both? The... 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.
Oh, 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.
We can't be part of a 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 was it for?
He certainly doesn't need to learn that... not yet.
If I'm 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... 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 agree 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.
Now?
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 is one thing.
There are some days where I thought I'd be better off dead.
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 wanted to get it done.
The doctor was very specific this morning...
Go home and rest.
- Well, I'm lying down. - Bed rest is what he meant.
Oh, goodness.
Good evening. Surrey Street Refuge.
Elizabeth. I've been trying you at home for a while.
I just took a potshot you might be there.
Yes, we certainly are.
Doing what?
Yes. That's right.
Daffodils.
He coughed himself into a hemorrhage.
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 latter.
Well, of course he needs to get his results.
Let me speak to him.
Uh, Jack would like a word.
Oh, 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 strain.
Not at all. Not at all. I...
I certainly enjoy his company.
Ah. How's Douglas?
He's ignoring orders to rest
and reluctant to return for his results.
- That's ridiculous. - Elizabeth's very anxious.
Well, 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.
Won't you join us?
Uh, thank you, but a big day tomorrow.
- Good night, all. - Good night.
Good night, 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.
Well... you see, the thing is,
James Bligh invited me to stay here.
just as Carolyn née 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 adrenelectomy in the morning.
Good night.
- 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, by the way...
the church is where we learn our moral values.
Jews lives moral lives.
Atheists live moral lives.
And it's not as if Sarah is over-religious.
She's not. She's...
Oh, how do they put it?
Observant. She's observant.
Do you ever pray?
Do I...
I am praying right now, Carolyn.
I'm praying that my sister will leave me in peace
so I can enjoy this... 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 that you have an equal desire
to see him raised C of E?
Don't work too late.
And choose your battles wisely.
Night.
Good night.
For... Forgive me.
Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.
And what of the recurring dreams, Regina?
Or similar dreams of anger, 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?
I'm so very 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.
The same thing I was thinking over breakfast.
Whether the snails had gotten into my lovely little garden bed
after all that rain.
What say we play hooky today, hmm?
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 is playing all this week.
Last gig before they head off to America.
What?
"Last gig."
Well, that's what we hip folks 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.
Inverness has 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?
Only if you don't nag.
Now, I have to pack.
Good morning.
We're closing at lunch today, 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 not 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 got mates waiting.
One, two, a-one, two, three.
? Well, bless my soul ?
? What's wrong with me? ?
? I'm itchin' 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 ?
? Mm-mmm ?
? Yeah ?
? Well, my hands are shaky and my knees are weak ?
? I can't seem to... ?
Hey.
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.
You just need to go to the house
- and talk to him. - No! No! No!
He's your uncle, 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 a baby.
- It's this boy, the gentile. - I'm an adult.
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. - I know, but...
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 on. 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 ruined 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, uh, 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 were on the Kokoda Track.
A few ended up in Changi.
Can I let go?
Yeah.
I'll see you in a week.
Thank you.
Changi was a holiday camp.
That's what we reckoned, anyway.
Well, where were you, then?
And here we are.
Mrs. Goddard has been calling.
Thank you, Lynette.
Wow. This is so nice.
Not so fast.
Your uncle thinks you and Larry have slept together.
Is he right?
No.
I believe you.
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.
- Okay. - You have to pull your weight.
Look after David. Respect our rules.
And help at the women's clinic some days.
It's 10 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, you know, 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 our 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.
Carolyn's waiting.
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...
So he isn't listening to you either.
He has listened to me.
It's just that I'm... 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.
Yeah. Sarah, George can be weak. You know that.
- Ah. - He is often easily swayed.
He's good and decent.
That's not weak.
That really was Elizabeth Bligh talking.
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.
Oh, 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.
Beebie thinks he has talent.
Oh, speaking of which, when are we getting
another best-seller from Anna Bligh?
Soon. Soon.
Good.
Now these.
They're his watercolors from Central Australia.
In the Namatjira style.
These are what he seems to have been painting
since he came to Inverness.
The palette is much deeper.
- Mm-hmm. - 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 a 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.
Faster! Faster!
Supplies.
George.
Oh, how lovely.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
It's wonderful.
Now, as to the matter of the divorce, you've heard my views.
I will 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 early,
and 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.
Sorry, George.
I'm sorry. Truth is, I'm afraid.
I'm afraid this might be the beginning of the end.
Not for me, just for...
... what we have.
Mm.
Ignoring it won't make it go away.
It'll only make matters worse.
For Mother?
I'll confirm the appointment.
Good idea.
It'll be nothing, of course.
And if it is something...
What is it that American chappie says?
Which one?
When fate hands you a lemon, make lemonade.
- Some of Roy's novels. - Oh.
Why he saves them, who would know?
Ah.
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.
Your desk is set up, ready to go.
Um, we've all made a vow of silence.
Your wish is our command.
Oh. Not too much pressure, then.
Henry! Darling!
Oh, Lordy, Miss Bligh!
- Oh. - 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 5:00.
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...
or accept her offer now?
How does she seem... Regina?
I... I occasionally wonder how she's managing in that place.
She seemed cogent.
Appeared to be self-aware, without animus.
So it seems.
Psychiatrists continue her treatment.
Electro-zapping, or...
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.
Well, 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, hmm?
Yes. Yes, it has.
I'd like to suggest a drink, but I've got an editor to sack.
You're with Frederick Stern. He's the best on divorce.
If she tries any argy-bargy, they'll knock it on the head.
Sterm still doing the right thing by you
with the mortgage rate?
- I always mean to ask. - Of course.
Yeah. Take Reggie 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 called 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 rib cage as well,
but I 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.
I'd 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 homelife.
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 knew who it was ferreting through my stuff.
I hope you'll accept this as an apology.
Some paints and watercolor papers.
I picked them up while I was in the city.
And a few brushes from Cassell's.
They also do mail orders
in case there's anything else you need.
All right. I'll take them.
And these are 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 sh... I should...
Missus.
Thanks for these.
Carolyn, please.
Or I get Caro. Either one.
Y... 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.
Well, why would I say that it was if it wasn't?
And with all respect,
don't go telling me that I've misunderstood,
'cause I don't reckon I have.
Watch out for snakes.
He didn't seem too worried, I don't think.
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...
- 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...
- Hey, 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.
I do wish you and your family well.
Goodbye, George.
You're here because Sarah 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 mechanic's.
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.
Yeah. I... 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 the battle to end them all.
Why do you think that was?
- Her... Her father? - Mm.
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?"
No, I won't.
Because there's 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.
Hmm?
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.
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's of age,
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's how it felt to me.
Sorry to make it so late.
Oh, 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 drills, Sir Richard.
Ah.
She's had a good week, by the sound of it.
Mm. Quite spectacular.
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.
Ah.
Bloody marvelous.
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