All language subtitles for Mrs Biggs 2012 Part 4 DVDrip H264-BONE.eng

Will you open the gate for me?

Come on, Charm.
It's just the people

staying in the guest house
and a few friends of Annie's.

Go if you want to.

Do you coming too?

Yes. We have three small children,
in case it's escaped your notice.

She said we could bring 'em.
I'm not taking my baby to a party!

Jeez, Charm! You keep
so isolated from everyone.

I mean, it's nice to mix
with other people occasionally.

Twiz, mate, let go a minute.

We're still allowed
to have some fun, you know?

You can't have fun here
with your family?

You're just being stupid!

The Girl From Ipanema

- Terry!
- Annie!

Glad you could make it.
Where's Sharon?

Oh, she decided to stay at home
with the kids.

Never mind.
Have some grog.

Lovely.

- This is Chrissie, my lovely
daughter. - Hi.

And this is Sheree,
a friend of ours.

Sheree, this is Terry,
my business partner.

Pleased to meet you, Terry.

Enchante, the pleasure's mine.

What a charmer!

It is the east, and you,
Sheree, are the sun.

Right, OK, enough of
the Rudolph Valentino.

Shakespeare, actually.

What a treat
to hear a cultured accent.

I haven't heard it called that
before but I'll accept the compliment.

Yah.
Cheers.

Cheers.

They say all men
kill the things they love.

He's trying to do it
right in front of our eyes.

The Ballad Of Reading Gaol - I'm
impressed. One of my favourites.

You're a sweet guy.

You know that?

And you're a sweet girl.

What is it you said
you did for a living?

Well, I could bullshit you,
but the truth is...

- I'm confused.
- You, really.

Nothing wrong with carpenters.

I think you'll find Jesus's old man
was one.

When you look at me like that,
it's just...

You have something about you,
is all.

Yeah, what is it about you, Terry?

- Hi, Sam.
- You're a man of many mysteries.

Like those scars
behind both your ears.

I've never seen them before.

They're both exactly the same.
How'd you get'em?

I um...

had an accident.

Yah. I fell through a skylight
on a property I was renovating.

Hurt like fuck
for ages afterwards.

I just find it so odd that you came
out here without knowing anyone.

No family, no friends.

Stop being so nosey, Sam.

No, no, it's OK.

I wanted a better life for my
children.

Better than I could give them
back home.

That's why I came here.

It's true.

Uh... so, this is...

You know, you don't have to go.

You can come back to my place
if you want to.

Look, I'd love to, Sheree.

But you're not going to?

I'll see you around, Terry.

Bloody... idiot.

"Yeah, you can come back to my place
if you want."

What is wrong with you?

Oh, Jesus, you made me jump!

Why are you still up?

I'm sorry.

I'm an idiot, I know I am.

Look, I just needed
to let off some steam.

You know, sometimes this whole
situation just gets me down.

What's the matter, love?

You don't look any different.

Surgery hasn't changed
your appearance enough.

- Come on, nobody will connect me
with this. - Nobody?

You're certain
there's nobody we know

???

Sam...
Annie's son-in-law.

He's been on my back since I got
here, always asking questions.

Tonight he was asking me
about my scars.

We've got to move.

No, but we'll lose everything!

The money we've spent on this house
and the guest house.

We'll be stony broke.

And we can't uproot the boys,
not again.

Oh, I wish I could use my brain
a bit more sometimes.

I won a place at university.

How did I end up in a laundry?

Well, some of us manage to escape
every now and then.

Pauline's going travelling round
Europe. She's been saving up for
ages.

Flying into London next month.

Where's your family from, Sharon?
Are they in London?

Surrey. It's pretty near.

Why don't you get Pauline to go
round and say hello?

No, no, I'm...

I'm not very close to them.

We don't really stay in touch.

- Cheers, Tel.
- Lovely.

See you tomorrow, mate.

They called me into the site
office and told me there and then.

I'm the new foreman.

That's wonderful, darling.

They said I was a good worker
and straight as a die.

Know what the best bit was?
They said they had faith in me.

- Here you go, Dad.
- Thank you, Twiz.

Pop it back in the bathroom.

Elsie next door said she'd have the
boys on Saturday. We could celebrate.

Go out for a meal or something.

What, this Saturday?

Eric and Julie Flower have invited
us down to Adelaide for a party.

Eric?

- I didn't know you were still in
touch with him.

I've only rung him from payphones.

I wanted to make sure the heat had
died down in Adelaide.

I'm not sure we should go back there.
I thought we'd made a clean break.

Come on. It'll be a laugh.

Nothing came of my mug
being in Women's Weekly, did it?

Eric says it's been all quiet.

You're still ugly, then.
And you're Paul Newman?

Give us a squeeze!

- ???
- ???

Look at this little one!

- Here he is.
- Hello, Biggsy! Ronnie B.

- How are you, mate?
- How are you, mate?

A couple of pals of mine, out here
visiting.

- Sorry, mate, I forgot to tell you.
- How are you, mate?

This is Lenny.

I bet there's a couple of Old Bill
wouldn't mind standing where I am
now, Biggsy.

Hello, mate.

- Why are they calling Dad by his real
name? - Will he get arrested?

No, darling. They're just being
silly.

- Hey.
- How you doing, pal?

You know...
It's a tough life on the run.

I wish you'd told us
there'd be other people here.

Well, it's a party.

You know what I mean.
The fewer people that know, the
better.

Why can't you just enjoy yourself?

Eh?

For one night.

Come on, now, boys, smile.

He had two bloodshot eyes,
you haven't see anything like it.

What you done, though, yeah,

like the robbery and escaping

- and having it on your toes out
here... - Yes?

You're a legend, mate.

Here's to you.
Fair play.

- Thank you, Lenny.
- To Ronnie!

To Ronnie!

To me!

Terry?

Terry?

I think we should be making a move
now, the boys are very tired.

Don't be silly, I'm enjoying myself.

Who the fuck's Terry?

Go on, Tel!

So what you lot out here for anyway,
eh?

It can't be a holiday. It's got to
be up to no good.

They've er... come into a bit of
money back home.

Want to get into the long-distance
lorry driving game, don't you,
Lenny?

Some of them loads is worth
fortunes.

They're driving through the middle of
nowhere.

Anything could happen to them.

Absolutely anything!

- Don't leave it so long next time.
- See you, Ronnie.

Bye, Julie.

Drive safe.

We're never coming back here. Never
again.

Don't worry. Eric said they were
good blokes.

- He'd know, would he?
- They're not gonna say anything.

I never told them where we were
living.

I don't care if we are lonely on our
own in Melbourne. We're not coming
back here.

Turn it in, Charm.

Don't drive too fast.

Jesus!

Calm down. Calm down.

Was that the post?

Yes, dear. Would you like another cup
of tea before you go?

- Stop?
- Not now, Twiz. Come on, we're late.

Good boy.

Hi, Craig.

Thanks for taking them.
No problem.

Hi.

Terry, you want a lift too?
No, thanks, mate.

Being picked up at the bottom of the
road. Thanks, anyway.

No worries. See you later, then.

- Are you in circus.
- Look what you've done, you Pommy idiot.

You're all the way over there.
Go back to your own job.

I'll find my own broom, thanks.

Talk to Hugh, he'll tell you what
really happened.

What the bloody hell are you playing
at?

Jesus, I don't believe it!

What you doing here?

I've emigrated out here, ain't I?
You're joking?

Me and the missus didn't have
much going for us back home

so thought we'd give it a go.

- My friend!
- My Good!

And... open them.

He was working out at the airport
and we bumped into each other by
chance.

What are the odds on that?

Aren't you gonna say anything?

I don't know what to say.

- It's been a long time.
- Just ignore her, she'll come round.

Come on, let's have some grog.

Sorry, Mike. It's just that seeing
people from back home isn't always a
good thing.

I've got to hand it to you, you've
built a nice life for yourself out
here.

No. It hasn't been easy.

- We can never totally relax.
- Well, she can't.

How long's it been since we tore
round Dorset with the police after
us?

Nearly 12 years.

Credit where it's due.
I didn't think you'd last five
minutes together.

Biggsy and his bit of posh crumpet.

You must bring the family round
soon.

- We'll have a good old knees-up.
- Sure. We'd love to.

So, Len, you've been having money
sent out here.

Your bank tipped us off.

Regular payments, 500...

1,000 bucks.

Where's it coming from?

Cos, you see...

we contacted Scotland Yard about
you.

And they're very keen to speak to
you about an armed robbery in
London.

That's before we even come to
what you're doing out here.

We found maps, details of major
freight routes, haulage companies,
timetables.

I reckon there's enough there to
charge you with conspiracy right
now.

Add it all up, you're in the middle
of a shit sandwich.

Now, I can help you.

But you've got to help me.

I can't say nothing.

The others'd slit my throat.

You got to give me something, Lenny.

That's the way it works.

Questions remain as to
whether Prime Minister Gorton...

Come on, Twiz, eat your carrot
or you won't be able to see in the
dark.

Daddy can see in the dark,
Nicky can see in the dark.

Daddy!

Living in Australia
and working as a carpenter.

Biggs was part of the gang
that stole £2.6 million,

from a Royal Mail train
in August 1963.

Police are conducting house-to-house
searches in every major city

in every state in the country
and are appealing to anyone

who might have seen Biggs
to come forward.

Labour leader Gough Whitlam...

Come on, boys, bed.

But it's not late.

I'll come and tuck you in.

To focus on the economy and
industry

rather than keeping the country
mired in its colonial past.

With just over a week to go
to the federal elections...

That's it.

Time's up.

- No, love...
- I just can't face it any more, Charm.

Four years I've been running on...

Tired.

I thought we'd found peace and quiet
here but I'll never find it.

You're right.

We stole too much.

Let's wait till the boys are asleep
then I'll give myself up.

- It'll be easier on them.
- No.

We've come too far to just give up
now.

We haven't got the money for another
escape.

There's five of us.
We can hardly travel light, can we?

Well...
then, go without us.

I don't care if we're apart for a
year... five years.

I wouldn't mind, as long as I know
you're not rotting away in some
stinking prison,

with no chance of ever escaping
again.

As long as you're free,

we still
have some hope we can be together
again one day.

That's worth fighting for.

Those boys don't want to see you
again in 30 years' time,

some old bloke they don't even
recognise.

They want their dad.

Please don't give up!

I'll be back before they wake up.

With my wages from yesterday,
that's 600 bucks.

It won't last long.

Could it have been that photo you
sent your mum? Is that how they
found me?

No, I got Pauline at work to post it
in England.

It would've had an English postmark.

Where do you want to go, love.
To the airport?

I can stay at the motel.

I just need time to think things
through.

You're up early, Nickpops.

I'm worried about Dad.

Come here.

Sit down.

Listen, darling, I need to tell you
something.

Daddy's had to go away,

because the police discovered where
we live.

We don't want him to go to prison
again, do we?

But he loves us very much.

And it might not be for a while
but we will see him again.

Will we have to run away too?

No.

No, darling, we're gonna stay here.

I need you to go to school today
and pretend that nothing happened.

Can you do that?

Good boy.

Come here, Twiz. Stay with me.

I can pick them up later, if you
want.

I'm gonna drop Lindy at her mum's
so I can pick them up on the way
back.

That'd be great if you could, Craig.
Thank you so much.

No problem.

- Hi, Lindy.
- Hi, Sharon.

We must have that get-together.

Just let us know when you and Terry
are free.

I will. Thanks, again.

Hello?

Room 112, please.

Hello, Ron? It's me.

I'm going crazy.

I keep thinking any moment there'll
be a knock on the door and that's
it.

It's been all quiet my end.

I went out for bread, I don't think
I'm being followed.

Maybe it's passing.

There's a long way to go
before we're out of the woods.

You were in such a rush, you forgot
your toothbrush and electric razor.

I could pack a few things in a bag
and come over later when the boys
are in bed,

say eight o'clock, we could talk
more then.

OK, eight o'clock.

Bye, love.

- Jumper. - Ah, his favourite.
I'll tell Daddy you chose that.

And he'll need some socks.

Of course he will.

And a bow tie.

No, my darling, I don't...

Yes! Actually, I think he might need
that.

You're so clever.

Is he allowed to come home?

One day he will, darling.

But first he has to hide for a
little while, OK?

You go and look after your brothers
for me.

Mummy'll be home soon.

And Elsie will be over in a minute.

Good boy.

Let's see your hands!

Put your hands on the wheel!

Get out of the car!

- Get out of the car!
- No! No!

Where is he, Mrs Biggs?

Where were you going when we stopped
you?

I was going to the milk bar to get
some milk.

You had a bag of your husband's
things in the car.

Where were you taking it?

He's had a good run.

Why not save yourself
a lot of bother

and tell us where he is?

I need to see my children.

That won't be possible.

They've been taken into care.

Why have you done that?

They were with Elsie, my neighbour.

She isn't a relative.

As you have no blood relatives in
this country, we have no choice.

You can't put them into care like
orphans.

How long they stay there is up to
you.

The longer you mess us about,
the longer you stay here.

And the longer they stay there.

Where's my daddy, please?

Where are you taking my brother?

He can't stay with you,
he's got to go to the baby ward.

Take a seat, Mrs Biggs.

My name's Thomas Sheraton.

I've been appointed as your legal
representative by the State of
Victoria.

I've read through the notes of your
case and I have to say that...

my advice would be
to communicate to the police

the whereabouts of your husband
Ronald.

I think that'd be the quickest way

to extricate yourself from this
position.

Is that it?

That's your advice?

He's been on the run for more than
four years, Mr Legal Representative.

It's gonna take a little more than
that for me to betray him.

Now, is there anything else?

I have been fielding a number of
enquires from the media about you.

- What sort of enquiries?
- From news organisations...

wanting an exclusive interview.

They have been offering
quite substantial amounts of money.

Who's offering the most?
Mr Frank Packer's company.

Er, the Packer group.

They're interested in a combined
newspaper/television deal.

- How much?
- The figure quoted to me was...

$65,000.

Tell Mr Packer I might be
interested.

- Really?
- But on one condition.

I want them to appoint me
a top barrister to represent me

and help me get my children out of
care.

Yes, I can do that.

I won't do any interview with them
until I get my kids back.

- Jesus Christ!
- I'm sorry, mate. I'm desperate.

Get in. Quick.

Sir, in the case of Mrs Charmian
Biggs,

the Victoria State Police request an
extension on their custody order for
a further two weeks,

in order to complete their
investigations.

Now, it is believed, were she to be
released,

Mrs Biggs might abscond with her
husband,

currently a fugitive from British
law.

Sir,
I speak for Mrs Biggs.

It's my understanding that,
in spite of being kept in custody
for four days

and separated from her three young
children...

who are currently in the care of
the State of Victoria...

Mrs Biggs...

is still yet to be charged with any
crime.

Mrs Biggs's husband
is indeed a fugitive from British
justice

but after leaving the family home
on October 17th last,

she has had no contact with him
or any idea as to his whereabouts.

There is no danger whatsoever
of Mrs Biggs absconding,

given that she is the mother
of three small boys

and is desperately concerned
for their welfare.

We also raise the principle
of spousal privilege,

which we consider to protect
the right to silence for any wife

whose husband is implicated in a
crime.

I move, therefore,

Mrs Biggs be released from custody
immediately.

We rule that Mrs Biggs be released
from custody forthwith.

You are free to go.

You said they'd be here by now.
Is anything wrong?

We were told the paperwork had been
received.

Why don't we use the time
to get started on the story, Mrs
Biggs?

Not until I have my children back.

We're working on a deadline.

I don't give a shit about your
deadline.

Mummy!

Oh!

I missed you so much.

- They took all our clothes away,
Mum. - Oh, baby.

Can't you give them some privacy?

Listen. We've coughed up
a lot of dough for this.

I'm under strict orders
to make sure we get our money's
worth.

Did you look after your brothers?

When you were arrested, you and your
husband appeared to be living
modestly.

This came as a surprise to most
people who imagine

you must have a vast stash of money
hidden away somewhere.

You don't work the night-shift on
minimum wage if you have hidden
resources.

In the end, we had no money.
That's the laugh of the whole thing.

Why is that? Because you spent it?

The bulk of my husband's share
was used to arrange his escape

and bring us out here.

The rest he arranged to be looked
after.

But some of those who looked after
it, looked after it for themselves.

Do you expect your husband
to contact you somehow?

If he stays free, I hope so.

But if I were never to speak to him
again, I would gladly accept that.

As long as he remains free.

Do you have any plans?

Well, I'd like to stay here.

I don't know if I'll be allowed to
but that is my dream.

What is there to go back to in
England?

I'd be able to see him
for 15 minutes every month.

My life is about the children now.

We've done what we've done
but they shouldn't be made to suffer
for it.

Any comments?
Where's the money gone?

Do you have any idea
where your husband is hiding?

Do you feel proud of what you're
putting your kids through right now?

Come on, boys.

You must know where he is.
Where's all the money gone?

Where's the money?
You must know where he is.

We need some answers!

Come on, now. Twiz, in bed.

Are we ready? Come on, get your bags.

Stay there.

Hi, Sharon.

I just wondered if the boys wanted a
lift.

I saw your car in the drive.
I figured you must be back.

Look, Lindy and I've...

We've talked about it
and it doesn't make any difference
to us.

Whatever happened in the past is in
the past.

Thanks, Craig.

Come on, boys.

Uh-uh-uh.

Come on, Nicky.

I'll see you later, then.
Craig...

It's Charmian, by the way.

My name's Charmian.

That's a... pretty name.

You're looking to buy a new house?
Yes.

But you say you don't need a
mortgage. No. I can pay in cash.

That would be with the money
from your newspaper deal.

I know all about you, Mrs Biggs.

Yes, it's with the Packer money.

You don't own the property
you currently reside in. Why is
that?

Because...

Because my husband and I were
fugitives

and we couldn't provide the bank
with proof of identity.

I'm sure you don't want anything
to do with the likes of me.

Just like the women who glare at me

or the mums in the school playground
who look at me like I'm a monster.

I'll thank you for your time
and find another solicitor.

Sit down and don't be so ridiculous.

I was merely trying to establish
your circumstances.

I've no idea what you mean
by "the likes of me".

I try to make it a habit to take
people as I find them,

and I find you to be a sight more
law-abiding than a lot of the
supposedly upright citizens

that I come into contact with in my
profession.

And certainly straighter than the
Tax Office.

How much did they deduct
from your Packer money?

Um, $40,000 at source.

Well, are you gonna stand there all
day or shall we continue?

- I should go.
- No, no. It's all right.

I'm gonna make you a cup of tea.

Nah...

He says he's well, and now that the
taxman has taken two-thirds of the
Packer money,

he's gonna write his side of the
story and sell that to the papers.

And he misses us like mad.

Sorry.
There's no need to apologise.

- It's just nice to see you smiling
again. - You've been so kind.

Receiving his letters for me.

Forget it.

Ah... I hesitate to ask but...

I wonder if there's one last favour
I could ask of you.

You ready?

Go.

We're definitely not being followed.

You're OK.

Come and give your old lady a cuddle.

- So when do you go?
- Tomorrow.

I've booked a passage on a liner to
Panama

and from there I'll make my way
overland to Rio de Janeiro.

Mike's lent me his passport.

That what the haircut's for?

Here.

What do you think?

Not bad.

I finished my epic for the papers.

It's back at the apartment. You can
read it and correct it for me when
you get home.

Look...

being apart from you and the boys
these past few months...

This has been the worst time of my
life. Worse than being in prison.

You're my whole world.

I reckon two years and it will be
safe for you to come back.

I was thinking we could move up
north, change our names again.

Well, there are mining towns round
Mount Isa.

Nobody asks any questions up there.

You won't forget us, will you?

I mean, I know you'll meet other
women.

I suppose it's inevitable but...

but you won't forget us, will you?