All language subtitles for A Place To Call Home - s04e11 - Catch The Tiger

It's always something, Anna.

Some plot, some scheme, some lie.

Your family is sick!

Now you can't even give me
a son, what's the point?

- You don't mean that.
- I do.

I wanted my own son. We can't have one.

What's our marriage now?

Oh, God, I love you.

REGINA: If you could leave
a parcel at reception

along with additional prescriptions.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

The board of surgeons would
take a very dim view

of your sodomite activities.

Thank you so very much.

This has to be the last time.

The last time is my call, not yours.

I'd like to send a telegram, please.

"For unto us a child is born
in a manger in Inverness."

Flying Officer Gordon Walsh,

Butterworth military base, Malaya.

A friend of mine's having a
birthday party in Sydney.

Mostly our kind.

Your kind of "our kind" aren't my kind.

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.

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

This is a vicious exercise
in character assassin!

What if I told you it's all true?

You're telling me that Regina
killed the young Davis woman

in trying to poison Sarah?

Yes.

Has George seen this?

If he reads this...

if anyone does beyond your
malicious inner cabal...

I will reveal every sordid truth I know!

ELIZABETH: Not even you
would hurt a child.

The Jew's brat?

With pleasure.

She's played me.

I need to stare that truth in the face

and see her where she belongs.

So it's done.

It is.

In a way that sees us all safe.

ELIZABETH: Yes. This is much better.

The walls have ears, you know?

GEORGE: I intend to be
back by this evening.

DOUGLAS: What would you
like us to do here?

GEORGE: Just go about your
day as if nothing's wrong.

Regina's to suspect nothing untoward.

But surely we need to know
what you're planning, George.

The less you know about
my plans, Mother,

the easier it will be for you to behave

as if Regina has won the day.

But you do intend to deal
with her once and for all?

Yes.

I've been blind.

I'm the fool who married her after all.

Well, I'm the fool who brought
her back into the house,

so don't you feel guilty, George.

But having caught the tiger,
it must first be defanged.

Precisely.

And as we're being observed,

let's take an inordinate
interest in my roses, shall we?

(LINE RINGING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

This party that James is
planning to attend...

What sort of affair is it exactly?

I'm not sure.

The sort of party that the
police would want to raid?

Regina could have a
private detective on him

for all we know.

I will try Henry again
once we get to town.

The main thing is to get
there, locate them,

and make sure they behave impeccably.

I will do my best.

Thank you.

Now, only if you don't mind.

Oh. London Times, The Observer.

The latest Raymond Chandler.
Excuse my scrawl.

Or the Michener if they don't have it.

Dymocks will have them.

Or Macleay Street. Whatever's easiest.

Thank you.

Ready?

See you soon.

Isn't this a day trip?

Olivia's staying over.
I'll be back this evening.

I wonder if I shouldn't come.

I can wait for you if you like.

Be off before I change my mind.

See you tonight.

What was our English aristocrat
up to before she left?

She was looking for Mr.
Bligh's address book.

The little pink one, no doubt.

And the old trout?

Still on her constitutional, ma'am.

Fetch my stationery and address books.

We're having a celebration.

I'll be right here when
you wake up, all right?

Sleep well.

Yeah.

There you go.

Shh.

All right, darling.

Sleep well.

Oh, me and missy'll make
short work of that.

Emma made the plait on top, not me.

Honestly, the detail she goes into.

She wants you to teach her
woodwork, of all things.

Does she, now?

This is just temporary, right?

Her being back here?

Oh, see how it goes, really.

And what about us, do you think, Roy?

When you say "us," it makes
it sound like we're a couple.

Well, that's what we've been.

I-In front of people,
that's what we've been.

I'm not trying to lead you on.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, jeez, Roy.

I'd say you pretty much have.

Look, I... I reckon you can
do much better than me, Dawn.

I'm... I'm just too set in my ways.

I've been set in my ways too.

That's why this is...

It's been nice.

Well, too right it has. I mean, it is.

Good morning, Dawn.

Morning, Sarah.

Enjoy the bread.

Do you need to go and
smooth things over?

Not with Regina out to get you.

I'll wait till Doris turns up.

- (VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)
- No need being skittish.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Until she's actually put away,

I'm sure she's basking in fool's
paradise, confident she's won.

(VEHICLE DEPARTS)

What about this one?

Ah, this is more my cup
of tea, thank you.

A courtesy, to inform you of
a luncheon for 50 people,

possibly a hundred.

Some of George's political supporters.

Well, I'll be busy, but
thank you all the same.

George will be surrounded by his family,

including the aged and infirm.

You'll be seated at pride of
place, next to Sir Richard.

As I said...

You reside here. I reign here.

I will be blunting all the knives.

Now, ladies, I'm not quite
sure what all this is about,

but I was fervently hoping

you were coming to invite
me out for another ride.

Oh, no, I only smoke very
occasionally these days.

I'm sure you do.

DOUGLAS: We did say the best of three.

Only on one condition.

Mm, that depends.

No more suggestive remarks
about my posterior.

I really can't imagine what you mean.

Come on.

I'm gonna hold you to it.

I'm sure you will.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

SARAH: Oh!

Aunt Peg!

Oh, what lovely work!

Oh, look at the eyes.

And that tail.

You know, Peg made me an
elephant when I was little.

It was my favorite toy for years.

He's gonna love these.

I do hope Mrs. Carvolth
knows what she's taking on.

Men like Mr. Briggs, when
they reach a certain age,

it's either their way or the
highway, I've observed.

You know, I read an article
once in the National Geographic

that in Africa, the
older male elephants,

when they're no longer of use,
get pushed out of the herd.

Get pushed out onto the
savannah by the females.

Interesting.

Not that I'm suggesting that for Mr.
Briggs, of course.

Oh, he's still quite useful.

Oh, indeed.

Albeit somewhat high-handed at times.

Obviously Mrs. Carvolth doesn't mind.

Or perhaps she does.

(BOOGIE-WOOGIE MUSIC PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

GRACE: You have to get a ticket.
It's brilliant, honestly.

The Phillip Street revue.

The two David Jones floorwalkers.

All in a tizz about the royal tour.

"Ooh! Don't look.

Over there in the
socks-and-jocks department.

Isn't that Prince Philip?

Think he might need
help with his sizing."

And then Gordon Chater goes,

"Don't you wonder what it's like, ducky,

sleeping with a queen?"

He had them down to a tee, unlike me.

Oh, sounds good. Want to go along?

I've had enough of the royal tour

to last me a lifetime.

You were falling over your
stethoscopes, I'm sure,

when Her Majesty visited you lot.

Stale tales, Gertie. Boring.

TOM: Pardon us for living, Dr. Fox.

How are we all today?

Mr. Fox, as I live and breathe.

So these people are...

Henry's set, mostly.

So it's not just, uh...

Some of these people
look like straights.

They are.

A few of Aunt Carolyn's
friends, actually.

And they're all right with us?

Yes.

We're not in Inverness now.

I'm not sure this is for me.

You're with me. You fit in.

Now we see why Henry Foxy
has had the tom tits.

Who's he?

Nit nit, nit nit, nit nit.

I never tell anyone bring a friend.

For all I know, he's about
to signal the coppers

and send us all to the clink.

I'll talk to him.

- Hello, stranger.
- Indeed.

So you two finally get to meet.

Harry Polson, you remember Henry Fox?

Would you excuse us for a moment?

James?

Back in a tick.

Honestly, James.

What a stupid thing to do, to bring him.

The host's very upset.
Everyone's on edge.

He's a friend.

I didn't think anyone would mind.

You know this setup.

Everyone knows each other.
They trust each other.

Perhaps if you returned my phone
calls, I could have asked.

Stop being such a boor.

I've got enough pressure
going on without this,

so just sort it out.

I know how much you're needed
at the hospital, Doris.

I don't want to take up your whole day.

Mr. Briggs ordered me not
to leave until he returned.

He ordered me.

Why didn't you say? I'm fine.

I've got Lucky, and I've got...
I've got this.

Oh, goodness me.

Oh, Roy thought he saw a brown
snake yesterday, that's all.

Have you ever used a
firearm, Sister Nordmann?

Oh, I mean, I think I could if I had to.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Oh, that's probably him now.

Oh, I do wish that Mr. Briggs
would install a telephone.

I've been wanting to
talk to you all morning.

I... I won't stay long.

No, no. You're very welcome.

Thank you.

Well, our plan worked.

Magnificently.

Your proof absolute.

George told me of the threats.

I'm so sorry you had to endure them.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, they were imaginative,
to say the least.

Even Douglas was on the receiving end.

- Yes.
- We're all rather on edge.

Was George any clearer on how
he was going to proceed?

Thank you.

He would prefer none of
us know the details,

so that when we cross paths with her,

it's just an ordinary day.

It's easy for me. I'm
not leaving the house.

But you are making sure
the door is locked.

Roy won't be long.

Well, in any case,
she's up to her elbows

organizing a luncheon.

I must make sure the invitations
don't go out in the post.

Well, this time tomorrow,

George will have shut the
lid on Pandora's box.

I wonder how...

different we'll all feel.

Jack described it as a
megalomania of sorts,

a condition seeded years ago.

A fierce sibling jealousy of Elaine

for winning George's heart.

Or it started in early childhood.

None of which makes it any easier

to be on the receiving end.

Oh!

I almost forgot.

(LAUGHS)

George?

Is there a slight
resemblance there to David?

(BABY CRIES)

(SIGHS)

It always feels like feeding time.

Well, I should stay until Mr.
Briggs comes back.

He'll be back soon, I promise.

How would you feel about
having a little hold?

Back in a moment.

What news, Sergeant?

I wonder.

So these protection blokes with
the prime minister's office

have come in handy.

This Communist cell, the
Soviet teaching place,

it's only about 15 miles from here.

So close.

And?

I've got a woman in the post
office monitoring her mail.

Quite a bit from someone
going by Aunt Peg.

- Possibly code.
- It would be.

All of her relatives are dead and gone.

Well, these Canberra
blokes support our theory,

but without solid proof...

Oh, for the love of God!

Someone should just run her
and the brat off the road

and be done with it!

I'm still scared for my life.

How fortunate...

to have you to protect me.

Are you exhausted from
all your investigations?

You must be.

All in the line of duty.

GORDON: Excuse me.

I seem to have taken a wrong turn.

When you get back to our gate,

you turn left and just follow that road,

um, for about, I don't
know, three or four miles.

You lived here long?

A while.

I'm here doing some writing
for the Socialist Worker.

Shearers union wants a story.

There's been some trouble
with the Blighs.

Poor conditions, below the awards.

That the sort of thing you hear?

I work at the hospital.

They seem very well looked
after during the season.

Big wool profits this year.

There's no excuse to shaft
the workers, is there?

Anything you say would
be off the record.

You really should speak to them.

They're a good family.

Still landed gentry,
though, aren't they?

How do I put this? Um...

Not everyone here votes Country Party.

Even the rusted-on Labor voters
were behind George Bligh.

Did you support him?

Yes, I did, actually.

But what's this really about?

- Just doing my job.
- Which is what?

It's okay.

So Papa and I thought here might go

what they call the camera di provare...

you know, a tasting room.

Like a little hut where
they can taste the wine

before they buy it.

And the straw wrapping on the
wine bottles... I saw all that.

Gino, this health situation with Anna.

Obviously she and I
have talked about it.

At least you're honest
enough to tell me.

We'll sort it out.

Not even Anna knows what
I'm about to tell you.

(SIGHS)

I can't father a child.

What about Anna?

I won't go into details,

but it's something that
happened in the war.

I thought the best thing would be

if I just never loved a woman again.

I nearly lost Caro for
good because of that.

So Carolyn knew this
when she married you?

Of course.

Marriage is about family.

There's no point doing it
if you can't have children.

Plenty of happy couples
can't have children.

- Or they adopt.
- I don't believe in that.

Anyway, you've got Anna.
It's not the same.

Just make sure you and Anna
don't close down like I did.

I'm not gonna leave Anna or anything,

if that's what you think.

If you want someone to talk to...

Anyway, I'm Catholic. I can't.

You divorce, you're excommunicated,

cut out of everything.

The rest of your life's a shell.

That's the way it goes.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS AND LAUGHTER)

(MID-TEMPO PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

Sorry.

Found some people to talk to?

Rodgers and Hammer... something.

Uh...

They write musicals.

"South Pacific," I think.

It's a big barrel of laughs
that I'd never heard of them.

What smart aleck was that?

Doesn't matter.

Was it that chap in the white suit?

That was a sly proposition

to meet down in the park after dark.

Had two of those so far.

You came with me.

I told you back home, they
think I'm rough trade.

Don't.

Mm?

You on your way?

When we leave, feel
free to tell this crowd

that Harry was bashed and
left for dead not long ago

for being one of us.

One of us.

I'm sorry you didn't bother
to get to know him today.

He's a good-hearted, decent man.

Oh, use your head, Bligh.

If Lord Montagu serves a
year in Wormwood Scrubs,

where's that leave the rest of us?

That was...

That was on the other side of the world.

This is here. Now. Today.

It happens here every night.

Try reading the Truth from time to time.

So let's all fret about
being dismissed by society

and form a society that
dismisses our own?

- You don't understand.
- No, I don't.

I won't see you later.

No.

You won't.

Excuse me.

Don't leave yet.

We wanted to apologize for everyone.

Just if I made you feel
uncomfortable, I'm sorry.

The trouble with these parties
is we're all so insular.

Go on, Tom. Tell him what you told me.

- Not now, Gracie.
- No, we should go.

The reason I didn't
talk to you in there...

It's all right.

is because you're so
devastatingly handsome.

Thank you.

I believe you know a bit about gardens.

Yeah. A bit.

You're an expert.

They're not a bad crew.
Come back and have a drink?

We'll look after him.

Go on.

What about you?

I'm fine.

I'd hate for you to feel
we were driving you away.

No.

I've got things to do.

Enjoy yourselves.

Henry's just got a case of the bitters.

He'll come good.

(HORN HONKING)

Why don't you tell me
straight what's going on?

Mate, I don't even know
what you're doing.

"And unto us a child is born
in a manger in Inverness."

You got me there.

"Us." It says "us."

Whatever you're doing here, mate,

it's got nothing to do with me.

You'd have had your day in court

if it wasn't for the prosecutors.

If I were you, I'd just forget
about this and be on my way.

When I went back to Malaya,

I thought a lot more
about the two of you,

geeing me up to kill an unborn child.

Hey, you listen, sunshine.

And the more I thought about it...

Nordmann killed your fiancée

with the intention of
framing Regina Bligh

to destroy George Bligh's campaign.

Milly died a painful death at her hands.

No one was geeing you up.

Problem with all of that

is the last couple of days

I've been watching
Nordmann very closely.

She isn't a subversive's bootstrap.

The wealthiest family in the district

are in and out of her place,

visiting like they're old friends.

They're all Commies, are they?

You should just head off now, mate.

That telegram was like a victory
announcement or something,

like it was all a joke.

All jolly japes.

Like someone can't wait
for Nordmann to be dead.

All right.

You drive out to Brunston,

stay in the pub overnight,
and I'll phone you.

- To tell me what?
- To give you some answers.

No more bullshit.

First thing tomorrow.

You know what I reckon?

If I'm being played
here, then you are too.

Probably a hell of a lot more.

(VEHICLE DOOR OPENS)

(VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

GEORGE: Everything points towards

Regina killing this young schoolteacher.

One day she may stand trial,
but first things first,

I want to deal with the
fact that she's...

well, she's mentally unhinged.

Apart from all that, the woman
needs protecting from herself.

Well, that may have
been my attitude once.

Not anymore.

Well, the shit's still
gonna hit the proverbial,

no two ways about it.

We need to protect my family.

This has to stay out of the papers.

(LAUGHS) You can't keep
reporters out of the courtroom

if she goes to trial.

By that stage she would have
been committed for some time.

Her views on the family will
be seen through that prism.

Hopefully her... her vitriol diminished.

Look, I have to say I don't
go much on your family.

You and I both know that my family

are the basis of my political career.

If Regina carries out these threats,

if she rails in public,

everything you and I have worked for

collapses in one bloody heap!

Ah.

In this first stage,

as much discretion as we can muster.

Call in favors if need be.

Yeah. No one needs to
know she's gone gaga.

I'll make some calls.

Thank you.

All right.

You owe me one.

It's that ASIO bloke.

This has got bloody Taylor
written all over it.

Right, you.

Yeah, you remember me?
You didn't have a light.

I got two words for you... bugger off.

Whatever you got, we don't want any.

Go inside.

- My name's Gordon Walsh.
- Stay right there!

Milly Davis' fiancé.

I just want to know who killed her.

I think you might have
a pretty good idea.

Do you have anything
to prove who you are?

ROY: Get away from that car.

What are you doing with that?

I was almost fooled
into killing someone.

- Who?
- You.

Who is it?

Who is it that wants me dead?

Regina Bligh.

It's all so terribly sad.

All so...

It's all so terribly sad.

She was a marvelous nursing sister.

The baby?

Put up for adoption. It's all under way.

No.

No sign of the gunman.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Telephone for you, Mrs. Bligh.

A gentleman, but he
didn't give his name.

Mrs. Bligh speaking.

Whoa.

Summoned twice in one
day, Sergeant Taylor.

I'm flattered. What can I say?

Gordon Walsh is back in town.

I wonder how he knew the baby was born.

I don't know.

How do you think he found out?

That she'd had the kid.

Goodness, Brian, your
guess is as good as mine.

He wanted to be informed.

You had no right to do this.

"A child is born in Inverness"?
Jesus wept!

Detective Plod could trace
this in his lunch hour.

He wanted justice!

Except he doesn't think
Nordmann's a subversive at all.

He's seen the Blighs and
her, all very chummy.

They're a bunch of
sentimental old fools,

coo-cooing over the brand-new Jew

like the Three Wise Men
without the myrrh.

You know, this got me thinking.

Who is the father of the Nordmann child?

The milkman or the
dustman for all we know.

Or George Bligh.

It's her dead husband's,
for goodness sake.

And who did poison Milly Davis?

She did.

Have you gone mad?

See, if Walsh goes to the
bosses, I'll be up the creek.

He'd hardly incriminate himself.
Brian, listen, listen.

Look, I have a wife
and child to support.

I can't afford to go down for this.

I can't see you for a while.

You make this sound
like we're not a team.

Aren't we a team?

I just need to work stuff out.

Brian, what are you doing?

Wait! Wait!

- (ENGINE STARTS)
- Wait! Wait!

The only lie I told was
about the telegram.

I'd had too much to drink.

And I'm in love with you, hopelessly.

- Please, let's talk.
- Hop out of the car, please.

All that matters is that
the Jew killed that girl.

You know that.

This isn't funny. Hop out of the car.
Please.

It isn't what?

It isn't funny?

Not funny?

Really?!

Well, how about this?!

You do not want to go back
to your stupid, stupid wife!

Do you?

Do...

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Oh, thank goodness!

What are you doing here?

Is James not with you?

I have been telephoning all
around trying to find you.

It's déjà vu.

Please don't run crying down the street.

He was supposed to be
meeting you at a party.

He came, he saw, he scarpered.

So who's he with?

There was a period when
you were quite nice.

Henry, Regina's on the warpath.

She's threatening to expose him.

Uh, he left on his own.

Hours ago. His hotel, his usual.
I don't know.

I've been there too.

And I keep telephoning them,

but they're rather wary of wives
tracking down their husbands.

If James comes here, be careful.

She may already have
telephoned photographers,

a private detective.

Who would know?

I'll come to the hotel.

Just me.

Discretion is the first order.

Discretion used to be my middle name.

There's something he needs to know.

(SLOW INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOBBING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

I'd kill for a sherry.

Or five.

But you go first.

I, um...

I'm very ashamed to have
to tell you that, uh...

Well, some months ago, I
succumbed to blackmail.

The very thing we all fear. And I caved.

Out of sheer terror,

but still I... I crumpled.

And it's been devouring me

to the point where I can barely breathe.

Who?

Regina Bligh.

Sorry I'm late.

How are you two?

I was just saying that,
um, as I understand it,

in the Catholic Church,

annulment is possible
under certain conditions.

I beg your pardon?

Mama asked Father Joe for me.

Why?

You went to my priest?

In confidence, Gino.

A couple doesn't have to get divorced.

We can appear before a tribunal,

and the case would rest on my
inability to have children.

What, you told her this?

You just saying all this to shock me?

These are the facts,
that's all, for you both.

I don't want to see either of
you give up on this marriage.

Oh, that's a blessed relief.

But I don't want to see you trapped,

caught in a marriage because
you think you can't get out.

Well, let's just slow down.

After all you two went
through to get together,

you don't want to break up over this.

This is a rough patch,

but you'll look back on this
time one day and you'll...

What the...

What were you thinking?

If they know their options,
at least they can decide.

How dare you bring it
up in front of them?

Gino, please, this... this annulment.

There's... There's more...

There's more to it.

I love you, Anna.

Is this seriously what you want?

Anna, tell me.

Anna.

If we went to a tribunal,

it wouldn't just be because
I can't have children.

It would...

It would be because I...

I knew before we were married,

and I kept it from you.

Is that true?

Yes.

The doctor told me after my miscarriage

that it would be very unlikely.

But you see, I did it because I...

because I thought that I
would lose you Gino, and...

I love you so much, and I just...

I didn't think you'd
marry me if you knew.

You lied to me.

You tell them they need to go home.

Tell them to leave.

I've briefed everyone at home.

Jack's been most helpful
with these referrals.

Riverview Hall is one of the best.

I should get going before they arrive.

Please, be on alert

in case anything goes wrong.

Gam zu l'tova.

"This too is for the good."

I love you.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(DOGS BARKING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Good evening, I'm George Bligh.

Dr. Griffin.

I'll take you up to my wife.

I'll stay downstairs, but if
you need help with Regina...

Thank you.

Mrs. Bligh!

Oh, my gosh, there are
people coming to get you!

- Who?
- Doctors, I think.

If you'd like to follow me, gentlemen.

The room is on the next floor, gentlemen.
Follow me.

Rose, is Mrs. Bligh upstairs?

Uh, I'm not sure, sir.

I should inform you my
mother received a phone call

from my son in Sydney.

Apparently Mrs. Bligh is
addicted to morphine.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Regina?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Regina?

(KNOCKS)

Regina?

Regina.

I need to speak with you.

Please.

DR. GRIFFIN: Not to worry,
but we should make sure

she hasn't done something foolish.

(DOORKNOB RATTLES)

(GRUNTS)

(THUDS)

(THUDS, WOOD CRACKS)

(THUD)

Well, where is she?

I'm not sure.

(INSECTS CHIRPING, FROGS CROAKING)

ROY: Loony bin's too good for her.

The tragedy of it all is Milly Davis.

ROY: Mm.

You reckon Gordon Walsh'll
be back tomorrow?

He said yes. I think he will.

Here's to starting over.

SARAH: Hmm!

Wouldn't it be lovely to sleep
out here, watch the moon rise?

There's many a slip
twixt the cup and lip.

Twixt?

Twixt.

Twixt.

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