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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 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 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.

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.

d Well, bless my soul d

d What's wrong with me? d

d I'm itchin' like a
man on a fuzzy tree d

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

d I'm in love d

d I'm all shook up d

d Uh-huh-huh d

d Mm-mmm d

d Yeah d

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

d I can't seem to... d

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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