Previously on A Place To Call Home...
- What do you think? - That's good.
Now we're a Jewish home.
I have felt distant from Ash Park before,
but never alien to it.
God has smiled on us, Mrs. Bligh.
He has.
You think your shit doesn't stink.
- How dare you. - Lady Muck.
That's what they call you.
Shut... your... vicious... mouth!
She's gone, Stan. Her and the kids.
I'll get you for it.
You and No-Nuts.
You wait! All of youse.
Dried mud.
Must have been dropped the night it rained.
It's a strange place for it.
I'm told you didn't see the vehicle.
Just lights.
Well, I trust you see justice done.
The median nerve's been cut.
Looks like you're looking for a surgeon.
And I'm looking for a future.
Give an old flame a kiss?
I want you to do what's right, and I'm a villain?
I can't be his father
until I know whoever gave him up doesn't regret it.
I've let enough men control me.
I'll leave with Georgie tomorrow.
What do you want?
Your help. You're gonna give it.
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Now...
we'd have copped a drenching without this.
No two ways about that.
Now, if Dawnie was here, she'd have reminded me
to keep some dry kindling inside the tent.
Good morning, Mother.
Oh, Sydney, I love you!
London, I've forgotten your name.
- Here's trouble. - And, um, what time
do you call this, please?
It was all Delia's fault.
Your fault.
The jazz at El Rocco was to die for.
- Oh! - Good!
London clubs are either stuffy aristocrats or gangsters.
Whereas Sydney clubs are stuffy aristocrats who are gangsters.
- Ohh! - Oh, bada-boom-ching.
You know, Georgie's out fishing with the gardener.
Ah, I should get going, just in case.
Come on.
A drink to greet the dawn first.
Name one thing the Riviera's got that we haven't got.
Trick question.
Come on. Give Cinderella a full report!
Oh, everywhere we went!
Don Burrows played four sets at the Sky Lounge.
Were you dancing on tables?
Of course. Topless.
Mama! You're an unstoppable force.
If I didn't care for fun and such,
I'd probably amount to much.
But I shall stay the way I am
because I do not give a damn.
So many old pals.
"Carolyn Bligh, where ..." Ohh!
Oh, we're loud. I'm loud.
No, no. Not at all.
I'm glad you had a good time.
Um, Anna, have you seen Olivia yet?
She must still be upstairs.
Okay.
Oh, and help yourself to some breakfast.
You know, just 'cause Livvy and I are...
Uh, I'll get out of your hair.
Bugger it.
Damn.
I missed you last night.
I couldn't sleep without you beside me.
These two bits, eh?
Still won't go where they should.
Thank you.
I have something I need to do this morning
that I can't cancel.
If it's planned, then, of course, you should do it.
You know, I'll be the happiest man in Sydney
if you're still here when I get back.
Come downstairs.
Anna's up.
Carolyn's home.
I'll buy you breakfast?
I'll be fine, thank you.
For you, ma'am.
Thank you.
Hello?
Just leaving now.
If they had forecast more rain last night,
I would have called the coppers. I don't know.
Not that the weather bureau ever gets it right.
Oh, I keep forgetting I'm in charge of the menu,
but it's done now, so we won't starve.
- Morning, Jack. - Morning.
Jack has a theory about Henry's accident.
George found four empty beer bottles
out beside the road caked in mud earlier last night.
Yes, David was beside himself.
The thing is, right near where the bottles
had been thrown were some tire marks.
From a fairly heavy vehicle,
like it'd been parked there for a while.
Now, it rained the night of Henry's accident.
Say I'm Stan.
My world's just caved in, I've had all the trouble
at the hospital, and my wife and kids are gone.
I'm heading home from the pub back to my empty house,
and I have to pass this place staring out at me.
And there is a view from that spot right up to here.
I sit in my truck, open one bottle, then another,
to get up some Dutch courage to do who knows what.
Plus, the sedatives are still in his system.
And by this stage, I'm lucky to be able to remember my own name.
Eventually I weave my way home.
And run Henry off the road.
Yeah. I mean, to give him the benefit of the doubt,
he may not have even noticed.
Whoever caused it must have seen it
and left him there to die.
If the tire prints match his truck...
They disappeared in last night's downpour.
Could get Sergeant Fraser to check the truck for any damage.
It is rather speculative.
I think he'll want more than nonexistent tire marks.
I do have an idea, if you'll leave it with me.
Yeah.
To my working wife, for her first day back.
Thank you, George.
Ooh.
So, where was I? Yes.
The minute the sun goes down on a Friday night, it begins.
So it's not like our Sabbath at all.
It's all rather... Oh.
Mr. Fox.
Last time I looked, I hadn't discharged you.
Just keeping an eye on a patient.
Do you have a moment?
I was just telling Mr. Fox
about the lighting of the candles at Shabbat.
And little Master Bligh knowing all those foreign words.
You're welcome next Friday, too, if you like.
I must say, I'm quite surprised to see you here so soon.
Ah, yes, back in the saddle.
Bit like Mrs. D'Angelo, really.
Child number four on its way.
Sister Bligh!
Mr. Fox has been up watching her all through the night.
I tried to tell him there was no need.
Tell her I'll come in as soon as I can.
Do you know, I hadn't quite appreciated
what an endearing young man Mr. Polson is.
I can well understand why he's now an intimate at Ash Park.
He's a good stick, Harry.
I'm thinking of inviting him to afternoon tea.
There are a few of my ladies
whom I fear might be destined for the shelf.
Who knows?
Cupid's arrow may strike.
He's a very shy man, Doris.
Best left to his own devices.
The Neil Burton?
I assumed he'd have a number of young up-and-comers
for us to interview,
but his call was to say that he's interested.
In a transfer.
- Why would he want to come here? - Thanks very much.
He said something about wanting a change of scenery.
Permanently? I mean, not as a locum?
Oh, best thing is to hear what he has to say.
Get him down here, have a talk.
Neil Burton'll pull up outside,
take one look, and throw a U-turn.
I can see it now. He'll disappear in a cloud of dust.
Darling.
Where are you off to?
Somewhere I'd rather not be.
Oh, whatever it is, bonne chance.
Ma'am?
All I'm asking is that you put it to her in a way
that she'll listen and understand.
If you're trying to stop Olivia from leaving,
you are going the wrong way about it.
Why not explain this to her yourself?
'Cause she probably wouldn't even hear me out.
How on earth is it any of your business
if you go your separate ways?
A mother sold her baby.
Was she pressured?
Is she searching for him as we speak?
- This has to be faced. - Ma'am?
Excuse me, ma'am.
We're here.
Thank you.
- Thank you, driver. - Thank you.
For Olivia's sake.
Not for yours.
Elizabeth!
Hello.
This is a surprise.
I have an invidious task.
I'm so sorry, Elizabeth.
He had no right to come to you.
It's all been said.
It's Matthew's fervent hope that you work through this together.
That he might support you
in tracking Georgie's background
so that you can face the outcome as a couple.
- We have been through this. - Well, he wanted to make sure
that you understood his full argument.
What full argument?
He intends to follow through on tracking Georgie's mother...
...whether or not you are involved.
I beg your pardon?
He asked me to convey to you
that even if you went back to Ash Park this morning,
he'll still feel compelled to investigate.
You can't be serious.
He can't be.
He can't!
What was that charade about earlier?
"I'll respect your decision"?
How dare he not tell me this himself?
Well, he was afraid it might seem like a threat.
It is.
We are leaving before he gets back.
I am not sure that that will make any difference.
She gave him up willingly.
She has never bothered to find him.
Well, as far as anyone knows.
I can see his point.
Even if she could be found,
why stir up painful memories for her?
Why risk losing my son?
Matthew's waiting for you.
He went to see an old friend at Manly Beach.
He's waiting for you in the park.
I can choose to think that you went to Elizabeth
to try to manipulate me, to get your own way.
Or... I can choose to think that you are so committed
to have this resolved that you...
I don't know.
You tell me.
This is for you and Georgie.
You know how much I love you.
This time last week, if someone had told me
I'd be giving back your ring and losing all this...
If everyone had just left us alone instead of interfering...
If I'd never told you...
But you did.
No secrets.
That's one of the reasons I fell in love with you.
Well, perhaps I'll be heading up to Ash Park on my own.
What we should be doing right now
is going up to that park and dragging Livvy away.
What will that solve?
She'll thank us 10 years on.
Or not.
Matthew's right about one thing...
We are all far too enmeshed in each other's lives.
He said that to you?
He did, and I concur.
Anna will resolve her situation as best she can,
presumably asking for advice, should she need it.
- Thank you. - Olivia the same.
And if any of you hear me worrying about George and Sarah,
feel free to pull me up.
They're forging a new life,
and they don't need me in constant commentary.
I thought I should let you know I'll be staying in town.
We'll work together to track down the records.
You're sure?
A phone call away.
- Tea? - Yes, please.
Thank you.
Olivia has excellent instincts.
Ignore them at your peril.
Oooh!
This is from one of my young ladies.
She so admires the help you're giving Mr. Briggs.
She asked me to bring this to you for lunch.
She's a lovely girl. Charmaine Ford.
Do you know, she's doing a baked dinner for us tonight.
I thought you might like to pop along.
Pretty name, isn't it, Charmaine?
Mrs. Collins, I'm generally pretty bushed
by the end of the day.
Thanks all the same.
But you have to eat.
I look after myself, but thanks.
Then lunch on Sunday. Keep the cloth.
You can bring that with you when you come. Toodle pip!
Goodness. I'm not sure what to advise.
I thought you might have a few tips.
Some people are persistent matchmakers.
I fear Doris is one of them.
- You'll have to... - Run fast.
...be very...
agile.
Officially discharged, Sister Bligh.
Well, that is what we like to hear.
Does she target Mr. Fox, as well, or am I the lucky one?
What are you talking about?
Mrs. Collins trying to set me up.
May I have a word with you outside?
You presume too much.
I am not your friend.
What you mean is, I'm not your equal.
Let me make this clear.
It is not appropriate for me in my position here
to chitter-chat with you about anything,
especially anything to do with my private life.
Just, out here in the sticks,
it might help to talk to one of your own kind.
Oh, for God's sake!
So, you only talk to blokes
who've got a posh school tie in their pocket.
- Look... - No, you look.
You're a doctor. You've read Charles Darwin.
You know it's all random.
Our stations in life, the families we're born into.
Yeah, I've read Darwin's book. No need to be surprised.
See, you had a family who could afford to...
- Excuse me! - You had a family
who could afford to let you stay at school.
I could have been in your shoes. You could have been in mine.
But you can't even think that.
Otherwise, all this might crack.
You've heard of the "surgeon as God" complex?
That was it with wings on.
When I trained as a nursing sister,
I thought we had it hard.
But surgeons.
Six years studying for their medical degree.
Then another degree while working sleepless night
after sleepless night as a resident.
To England to experience the best hospitals they can find
and then back here to compete for positions.
It's not just hard yakka. It's...
It's a dedication to healing,
every day since Henry was a young man.
And now he's frightened.
I would be, too, if I were in his shoes.
Mr. Bligh?
Roy.
Good.
Mr. Bligh...
missy's shindig last night made a fella realize.
So if that offer's still open...
You stay as long as you like.
There's no need to rush home.
And your timing is perfect.
I, um...
I need a hand. I'll explain on the way.
Stay there.
You stay there.
...now with Castle King, Reebers, Joy,
and Maddy's Find making up the middle pack.
As they round the final turn, it's Two Bob Watch...
and Sunshine...
...with Mark's Marvel taking a marvelous lead there.
He's over the line.
Mark's Marvel it is, followed by Sunshine, Two Bob Watch.
- Mr. O'Rourke. - What an upset victory
that would be for Terry Smithers.
Hope you had some good luck there with race four.
- Morning. - Come to dance on the grave?
I just thought I'd bring over the pay that we owe you.
And to say that I'm sorry for your circumstances.
It can't be easy.
Well, people steal away your wife and kids.
Happens every day.
But given what was said to my mother,
I'm sure you'll understand I had no choice but to let you go.
And I had no choice but to say it.
Come here. Come here!
My sister thought it would help matters.
Your employment.
Might mend some of the, uh... the anger
you seem to have towards the women's clinic...
and to us.
I've lost my wife and my kids,
thanks to your missus and the sheilas in that place.
Well, we can sit down and talk about that, if you like.
My pay?
Oh, no. Sullivan's Mix is comin' 'round.
You may want to count that.
But I think it's Ben's Dilemma that's taken it...
Well, at least I won't have to hand it over to the missus, eh?
Is there anyone you can talk to? A priest, perhaps?
Yeah.
Three Hail Marys from that poofter.
That's just what I need.
...field, Wet Socks and Bad Angel never in the race
with Kenny's Kid.
Well, I can tell you right now, he's gonna have to do
some growing up, the old Kenny's Kid.
But I tell you what, mate.
She's never gonna take a race...
You flamin' assholes!
Come here.
Get up. Get up.
I couldn't see any damage to the truck,
'cause the truck's not there.
I reckon he's got rid of the evidence.
He's a very troubled man.
I'm her fiancé, Dr. Henson.
Olivia Bligh has authorized me to speak to you on her behalf.
On the 21st of January, 1954, a child was sold to her
following the stillbirth of her own child.
You were party to this.
I think you're confusing me with another doctor.
What exactly does your fiancée want?
She requires the contact details of the woman who gave birth.
Otherwise, she'll take the matter further.
Well, obviously, I can't give you that information.
May I speak to Mrs. Bligh, please?
He insists on speaking with you.
I just need to be certain that the girl or the lady
has no regrets.
For my sake and that of my child.
And, uh, what makes you think that I would have such records?
My fiancé and I are determined, Dr. Henson.
A friend arranged it with you.
A Mr. Andrew Swanson.
I so desperately want to jazz this place up.
Is it possible, do you think?
Look, we could start with... with my bedroom.
Something a little more...
appealing to the gentleman caller?
- One lives in hope. - Now, the bones of this house
- are never going to be modern. - Well, nor are mine, dear,
but, goodness, I give it a red-hot go.
We'll visit Marion Best together.
- Mm. - Michael Gerscht.
- Florence Broadhurst. - Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Color and modern lines.
Oh, I love this girl.
Why not bunker down here instead of rushing to find a place?
- Why not? - Oh, Prudence, I couldn't.
Persuade her.
There's a raft of rooms up there.
You can live here and get a feel for the place.
Oh, what is it you artists say?
Let it speak to you.
Now, really, I must rush.
Have fun.
Oh!
Oh, and, girls, I know it's not a competition,
but anything that could outdo the Audette House,
I'd be over the moon.
If I see that place in one more magazine...
We'll do our best.
Oh.
Should I stay?
Give you a chance to find a decent flat.
Not so easy at the moment.
Then I will.
We'll be housemates, as the Yanks say.
We'll have Prudence and my mother at cocktail hour.
And you.
I just have to say, I loved last night.
I really did.
It was just like old times.
You know how happy I am to be working together.
- To learn from you. - But...
But what happened before...
...that was long ago.
Another lifetime.
Can't wait to meet this chap who's tamed you.
I haven't been tamed.
Well, that's promising.
But I am in a very, very loving marriage.
I believe you, Calamity Jane.
Thousands wouldn't.
Now, where would you start...
...partner?
My dear girl, slow down.
He finally agreed we should come in today at 4:00.
I didn't think it would be so soon.
What am I going to do?
This is an appointment, that's all.
One step at a time. And just remember...
The likelihood is that the woman
has no regrets about her decision.
The fact that she accepted money is indicative
of an unfortunate girl who'd fallen on hard times,
whose life you, no doubt, helped.
Mummy!
Olivia?
Oh, I have a young man here on a mission.
I'd better hop off the phone.
Thank you, Elizabeth, for taking my call.
Here's the boy with a fish to fry.
Will you come and watch me?
I wouldn't miss it for all the tea in China.
And all of the tea in Australia and all of the tea in Hawaii.
Why would he get rid of his truck
if he didn't think it'd incriminate him?
Well, the problem is, he could have taken it anyway.
He could... Ohh.
You kept me busy with your bullshit
while he takes a gander out the back.
I was only looking for me dog, that's all.
You push me any further,
and that stupid mutt of yours might find itself eating
- the wrong cut of meat. - Right.
Buried right next to your missus.
- Hey! All right. - Scumbag!
- All right, all right. - You were looking for my truck,
trying to pin that accident on me.
I'm not an idiot.
Right, where it is is on loan to a mate...
who needs it more than I do.
You may need to prove that.
When my mate's done using it, he'll give it back.
You still wanna take me on?
It's best to go now, Mr. O'Rourke.
- That's all very clear. - Oh, yeah.
You've got to get back to your ladies' center.
A lot of blokes I know, geez, they'd like
to see this place go up in flames.
But I tell 'em, "Nah.
Does the wives a world of good to go here."
Best not go to the police without absolute proof.
And I've already stirred up a hornet's nest.
He's... He's certainly a man on the edge.
I just hope we haven't pushed him too far.
Oh. Poppy.
- Morning, ma'am. - Good morning.
Nice to see you.
Yes, thank you, Mildred. The hospital, please.
Yes, I am back.
If you could just put me through, please.
- Henry, you need to know... - Anna just phoned.
She's back. Did you know?
From Hawaii? No.
Well, she's here, at Ash Park.
She wants to see me.
Would you call me a taxi, please?
Of course.
It is you.
I saw your car. I couldn't believe it.
Why didn't you let us know?
- Hello, Father. - Hmm? My girl.
- Are you... - Yes.
And you're still... single.
Yes.
I am.
Is everything all right, Roy?
Yeah. I'm just waiting for Doris, actually.
You know, you're welcome to have dinner with us any evening...
or just be quiet at cottage, whatever you like.
Thank you.
Excuse me, Doris.
Oh. Mr. Briggs.
You're back with us again, I hope?
- Uh, how are you faring? - I'm all right.
I figured you'd be going home soon.
Yeah.
If you could tell young Emma that I'm gonna be staying
at Ash Park for a while.
I'm not up to going home just yet.
And that's where I'll be, if she wants to talk.
I'll let her know.
Good on ya.
Are you sure this man won't marry you?
What's wrong with men these days?
I'm not sure that I want to marry him.
Who is he? Let me talk to him!
Of course, you're welcome to stay here at Ash Park
throughout your confinement.
Well, that's an improvement on Mama's banishment
when she was having me.
But I do mean stay here.
Like it or not, you need to protect yourself from scandal,
small-town or otherwise.
I intend to look the world in the eye
and force it to look straight back.
Oh, good God!
Well, I do!
At least wear a wedding band.
Well, I'll boot my tenants out,
and then I can stay in my own apartment.
- And then what? - If I don't marry,
I intend to bring my baby up on my own.
All children need two parents.
Many do well with one. Papa, for instance.
His mother was widowed.
It's a completely different matter!
Only last week, a woman in the paper
arrested for being a moral danger to herself and her child,
simply because she was a single mother.
If that's the full story,
then the police should be ashamed of themselves.
I have resources, my work.
And I'm not asking your permission!
Yes, come in.
Mr. Fox to see you, Miss Bligh.
Have him wait in the hallway, please.
Surely not.
- How? - Father!
If I see him right now...
Henry has no choice but to ask for your hand,
and you have no choice but to accept.
It's the way the world works.
If he wasn't already injured, I'd knock his bloody block off!
Well, uh, it was a long time ago.
Five years.
That's not so long.
And if what you described did happen in this hospital...
You know it did.
Still does, for all we know.
Absolutely not.
I'm sure that won't stop the police from being interested.
If you can't give us what we want, that'll be our next stop.
Should this have happened, you've as much to lose in this
as anyone else who might have been involved.
I'm not sure what you hope to achieve.
We want you to find the records.
I don't know if they've been kept or where they'd be.
Think of all the patients who've been through
this hospital since then.
Well, the police will help if you can't.
We'll call again same time tomorrow.
See how you've progressed.
A car accident?
No one told me anything.
It looks dreadful.
They love their plaster of Paris in Inverness.
It's serious?
I may not play the violin again, let's put it that way.
Could you play it before, Mr. Fox?
Is it as bad as it looks?
Yes.
Would it help to hear some potentially good news?
Hit me with it.
You, Mr. Fox, are going to be a father.
Are you going to cry?
I'm uncharacteristically lost for words.
I'm... Just, it's
I'm over the moon.
In orbit. Well done.
10 out of 10?
Children need a mother and father.
You and I will be so good at this.
"The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet."
We will be the best.
Miss Bligh, will you marry me?
I think we keep the light fitting in the living area.
For now.
Good idea.
That's what it is.
It bugged me all last night.
You're still wearing Heaven Sent.
When you're on a good thing.
Just now spoke to Neil Burton.
He'll be down tomorrow to see us.
I'd prefer the day after, but tomorrow suits him best.
Well, good.
I take it you don't know that Anna came back today.
- Anna, back from Hawaii? - Mm.
- Is everything all right? - Everything's fine.
You might want to sit down, though.
With your permission, and George's pending...
...I've just asked her to marry me.
For real this time.
I know she'll want to give you the full details herself.
Is this some sort of joke?
You're having me on, right?
Henry wouldn't suggest this
if he didn't think you could both make it work.
We could make a good couple.
But I'm worried he's only proposed
because of the baby, not because of me.
Well, the outcome would be the same.
Well, as open-minded as I am,
do think of the pros and the cons.
Whatever mistakes have been made in similar marriages,
we could do it.
And in a few years' time,
you won't even think about how or why you married,
only how much you both love your child.
But then, the other part of me, I want to be proud.
To stand up without shame...
and to lead the way for all women
who shouldn't be forced to marry
and shouldn't be forced to give up their babies.
Society's going to have to catch up.
Don't tell me you're stupid enough to marry Henry.
All right, I won't.
He's a ruddy shirt-lifter!
Stop it. Don't say that.
I mean, what the hell are you thinking of?!
- Jack! - What, he doesn't deserve
to see his child grow up?
- Is that what you're saying? - What?
- I don't think he does, no. - Now, that's enough.
Okay, so, all the years that you didn't know about me,
was that because you didn't deserve it?
Well, that's not the same.
I can't see why not.
You do not settle for half a man!
Well, Mama did, so why shouldn't I?
I did not mean that. I'm sorry.
Papa. I'm sorry!
I'll get youse.
Bugger ya!
This'll show 'em.
Hold on to the knot there. That's it.
All right, pull this. That's it.
Then you hold that, and you pull it.
- Yes. - There you go.
- Good boy! - Yes.
- So, that will help it sink. - Yes, we will.
Yeah.
The, uh, papers have been found.
He wants to see us.
Tomorrow.
Great.
You play with it for a bit.
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