All language subtitles for Mrs.Biggs.s01e05.[MPup]

Jesus! I don't think
I've ever met anyone like you.

Welcome to the family, Mrs Biggs.

He's a degenerate!!

What will become of you?!!

How could you, Ron?

How could you risk everything? Our
whole lives.

The future's full of possibilities.

That past will only drag us down.

I'm arresting you for robbery
and conspiracy to rob.

A new life, Charm. We'll go somewhere
no-one will find us.

Where we can be
a proper family again.

(SCREAMS)

Daddy's had to go away, because the
police discovered where
we live.

And he'll need some socks.

And a bow tie. You're so clever.

It doesn't make any difference
to us.

Whatever happened in the past is in
the past. Thanks, Craig.

I've booked a passage on a liner to
Panama

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

We have something between us that
can't be beaten or broken, Charm.

'It looks on tempests
and is never shaken.'

You're my whole world.

# STEVIE WONDER:
Yester-me, Yester-you, Yesterday

# What happened to

# The world we knew?

# When we would dream and scheme

# And while the time away...

I was dreaming about you last night.

You'd just been born,
and when Dad saw you, he started to
cry.

Was he sad?
No, he was crying because he was
happy.

People can cry when they're happy
too.

You look so much like him now.

What are you doing?
Writing a poem for school.

Can I see it? You're taking a lot of
trouble with it.

Not till I've finished.

(GIGGLES)

I wonder when those lazy brother of
yours are going to get up.

Dad said in his last letter he's
found some work.

Do you think you'd like to live in
South America?

He says the people are very friendly
there.

Or would it be too hard to leave
all your school friends?

I want to live where Dad is.

(SINGING IN PORTUGUESE)

Hey, hello, my friend.

Hello, Mr Mike.
Anything for me?

We have a money order from Australia.

And this morning, a letter arrived to
my house.

Adaulto, you don't know
how happy you've made me.

I can eat tonight and read about my
children.

God bless you.

So what does he say?

He says the work comes in fits and
starts.

Because he has no permit,
he can only take on casual jobs.

"If it wasn't for the money you send
me, I think I'd be out on the
streets."

I hate to think of him out there all
on his own.

In his last letter, he said he was
sure he could use your passport to
re-enter Australia.

A bit too soon, isn't it?
I wrote and told him that.

I said maybe this time next year.

I just don't know if he can wait that
long.

The boys miss him so much.

Nicky, especially.

And the worst thing is,

he's better off without us.

We're his greatest danger.

Children, out with the bags.

I'm taking you on holiday next time.

Once we've saved up for the motor.

Yes. With the move, we're broke at
the moment.

Don't be silly, it was nice to have
the company.

See you soon.
Bye.

Goodbye, you. Thanks again.

Bye, darling.
Bye-bye!

In you get, Twiz.
You're going.

See you soon.

Seat belt on, please, Nickpops.

So who's hungry? Yeah?

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Oh...

Hey, baby.

Val, get Twiz.

Nicky?

Good boy. It's all gonna be OK.

Nicky?

Who's a brave boy? Are you OK? All
right?

Oh, God.

Good boy.

Twiz, does it hurt anywhere?
My back.

OK, the ambulance will be here soon.

OK?

What's the matter with Nicky?

Nicky?

Nicky? Nicky?

You OK?

(CHARMIAN BREATHES RAPIDLY)

Oh, God! Val!

Take the baby.

Be a brave boy and go with Auntie
Val, OK?

Nicky?

Nicky, can you hear me, love?

Come on, mate, come on, mate.

Are you calling an ambulance?

(SOBS)

(SIREN BLARES)

I think his eye's OK, Charm.

It's just a nasty gash.

Hold on, my darling, please hold on.

(SCREECH OF TYRES)

What's going on?

Move the car!

Move!

Sick boy here!

(SIREN BLARES)

Charm?

Charm?

He's dead, isn't he?

He's dead, isn't he?

He was dead on arrival.

There was no hope in resuscitating
him. I'm so sorry.

(WAILS)

No! (SOBS)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Read it to me please, Joan.

It's the last thing he wrote.

"Lonely was Ned Kelly, lonely am I.

In a crowd of other people,

lonely as a wife without a husband,

lonely as a lost child in the
street,

lonely as a parent without a child."

That's beautiful, Charm.

It's all in there.

We ruined his little life.

No, Charm, you can't think like
that.

He missed his dad so much.

He loved his life.

He loved you, he loved his brothers.

He was a bright, happy little boy.

I had such hopes for him.

I couldn't go to university
but I was determined he'd go in my
place.

He was so talented, Joan.

And now he's gone.

Oh, God, how am I gonna tell his
father that he's gone?

(SOBS)

Yo yo?

A letter arrived at my house this
morning.

I had a feeling I'd hit the jackpot
today.

# Love divine, all loves excelling

# Joy of heaven, to earth come down

# Fix us in thy humble dwelling

# All thy faithful mercies...

My darling wife,

my poor sweet love.

All the bitterness and anger in the
world won't bring our little Nick
back to us.

He was a happy chap
and he gave us many happy memories.

Let us use them.

I don't want to mourn any more
because that belongs to the dead.

I want to feel joy in my heart
whenever my thoughts turn

to the little boy we called Handsome
Harry, Nickpops and even Sherbie
Dab.

I don't believe he has gone
anywhere.

I know he is part of me and he's
with me with his trains and his Lego
and shining morning face.

Wherever I go,

I'll always have him with me.

Now I won't know who to thank.

(SOBS)

I've been getting
a lot of letters from strangers.

I hope you're not reading them.

Someone sent one the other day
saying they were glad my son was
dead,

that it was justice for all the
wicked things my husband has done.

There's even been vile letters
addressed to the boys.

Such ugliness in people's souls.

Sometimes I despair.

I'm thinking of going back to study.

Full-time?

You've got no mortgage and I
suppose, financially, you could just
about handle it.

I need to be doing something that
stretches me.

Taking up a degree as a single
mother would certainly stretch you.

Be careful it doesn't break you.

What does Ron say about it?

That's the worst bit.

I don't know.

Are you still writing to each other?

His letters have dried up.

I just don't know how he's coping.

(POP SONG IN PORTUGUESE)

Fuck. Sorry.

Excuse me? Hello!

Jesus! What do you have to do
to get a drink in this bloody joint?

It's a long time
since I've heard an accent like
that.

Cerveja, por favor.

And for my amigo.

Hi, I'm Constantine. My friends call
me Conti.

I'm... Ooh, what am I today?

Oh, yes.

Roy Keynes. How do you do?

And the answer to your question...

is "starting".

You're wondering, from the state of
me, if I'm starting or finishing my
evening.

That suits me fine because
I'd like to get absolutely legless
tonight.

Spoken like a gentleman.

Here's um...

120 cruzeiros - all my worldly
goods.

Let's see how far that gets us.

Dear Charmian,

Gillian and I read of the terrible
news of the death of poor Nicky.

We have not stopped crying

and cannot imagine
what you must be going through.

It occurred to me
that you might need the enclosed

now that you have to support the
boys on your own.

All my love, Mum.

I'm sure you know
I have an unusual background.

I know who you are, Mrs Biggs,
and I'm not interested in any of
that.

What I am interested in
is your ability as a student.

As you can see, I have all the
necessary academic qualifications.

I was even offered a place at
Birmingham University, which I was
unable to take up.

Yes, but that was 13 years ago.

I assume you haven't been keeping up
your studies for the last 13 years?

No, I've been raising a family.

Eight GCE O levels,

two A levels: English Literature and
French.

You are amply qualified.

But I question why you'd want
to put yourself through this -

a mature-age student
with young children to support?

Sir, I can't promise I will graduate.

But I can promise I will give you my
absolute all.

I recently lost my son.

He was only ten but already
he was showing great promise.

And it was my dearest wish
that he should go to university

to study for the degree that I missed
out on.

Now that we've been granted leave to
stay in Australia, I would like to do
this for him.

So now you're not hungry?

No.

Come on, Twiz. If I don't know what's
wrong, how can I help you?

Please tell me what's wrong, darling.

You can tell me anything, you know
that.

They said I'll have to go to prison
when I grow up.

Who did?
Douglas and Gordon.

Those little shits.

On your back the whole time, I've
been down to that school about them
already.

They said because Dada's been in
prison, when I grow up, I'll have to
go to.

Darling, look at me. Listen.

You won't have to go to prison.
You've done nothing wrong.

Dad's coming home, isn't he?

I hope so, Twiz.

When he does,
I've got all his tools ready for
him.

(LAUGHS) Well, that's good. He'll
like that.

You tell those boys your dad is not a
bad man.

He did what he did for us.

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

Who is it?

Hey, Charm, it's me. Craig.

Can I come in?

It's so great to see you.
I haven't seen you in ages.

No.

Congratulations on getting into uni.

What are you studying?

At the moment, English, Early
British, French and European History.

Wow.

That's a lot on your plate.

That's great.

It's so good to see you.

It's good to see you too.

I think about you all the time.

How's Lindy?

Um...

things aren't going so well at the
moment.

A lot of arguing.

She can be a very difficult woman to
live with.

Oh.

That's a shame.

So I wondered if um...

maybe you fancied coming out for a
meal.

As families?

No, just you and me.

Is that a good idea?

Well, I want you to know that I'm...

I'm going to ask Lindy for a
divorce.

You seem so happy together.

It's a bit difficult with three
people in a relationship.

Three?

Who...?

Come on, Craig. You can't say that to
me.

You must know how I feel about you.

I'm married. Only in name.

Look, Ron isn't here for you, Charm.
I am.

He hasn't been for a long time.

I'm flattered, Craig.

Honestly, I am.

But in spite of everything that's
happened, I'm still Ron's wife.

ALL THREE: Saude!

Wa-hey-hey!

Whoo-hoo!

(SPEAKS PORTUGUESE)

What did she say?
She said if you want to put your
hand there,

fine, but if you leave it there,
it's another matter.

What's the form with these girls,
then? They're not whores. They're
good-time girls.

They like to be taken out by a
good-looking guy and given a
present.

Take them shopping,
buy them some clothes or something.

(CRYING OUT)

Who is the third that always walks
beside you?

When I count, there is only you and
I together.

But when I look ahead up the white
road, there is always another one
walking beside you.

Eliot is referencing here
the account of an actual Antarctic
expedition

where the explorers in their
exhaustion have the delusion that
there's always one more of them

than could actually be counted.

Eliot originally considered titling
the poem...

(PARTY MUSIC)

Charmian, hey!

You said bring them if I couldn't
get a babysitter.

Come in.
(LAUGHTER FROM WITHIN)

It's OK. I'll see you at uni
tomorrow.

Don't be silly. Come on.

Love to meet you. Come on.

So, who here can eat the most
chocolate cake?

Me, easily. He's only four.

But because he's four he's cuter.

Aren't you?
Yes.

All right, eat up.

Come on. No hiding away.

I feel so old.

I'm actually not that old but I feel
ancient tonight.

Don't be daft. You look great.

I think I must be a terrible mother,
bringing them to a party.

Loud music and booze.

And other things.

I just had to get out of the house.

Things were starting to close in on
me a bit.

You know, I really admire you,
Charm.

It's not easy being you.

The boys help concentrate my mind.

Studying hard
so I can get a good job at the end of
this.

I need to support them.

It's so shitty they can't see their
dad.

Can't you just sneak off one
weekend?

Take them to see him?

I wish I could.

But I have no idea where he is.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING) What?

(KNOCKING) I'm coming.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING) All right, all right.

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
All right, all right!

(KNOCKING)

All right, hold your horses.

Raimunda...
I need to speak to you.

This is my new apartment.
How the hell did you find it?

How did you get a new apartment?

Oh, you know. I had some jobs come
in. I decided to take the plunge.

I may be on my arse again next...

No, don't go in there, Raimunda.
(SPEAKS PORTUGUESE)

(BOTH WOMEN SHOUT IN PORTUGUESE)

(RON TRIES TO BE HEARD OVER THE
SHOUTING)

Calm down, OK?
She must go!

(SHOUTS IN PORTUGUESE)

Don't slam the door!

Shit.

Look, come on, Raimunda.
I told you, I don't want a
relationship.

Then why do you keep fucking me?

Well, that's...

It...

Because I'm weak.

But I'm with Lucia now.
No.

She must go.

Why?
Because I'm pregnant.

I mean, she's crazy.

How can she possibly prove it's
mine?

I told her I'd pay for her to go
and see the nurse and get rid of it

but she just sits there watching TV
and shouting at me in Portuguese.

I can't get her out of the
apartment.

It's a fucking nightmare.

To tell you the truth, Conti,

I've had enough.

I'm sick of bumming around here.

I miss my family.

Listen, I was thinking, mate.

When you take your trip back to
London, try and put some feelers out
for me.

See if you can find a journalist
interested in coming out and doing
my story.

Isn't that a bit risky?

I just want to score one last payday
for Charmian and the boys.

You know, if it gets me rumbled,
well...

All the other train robbers have
done deals on their sentences.
Bruce, Charlie, Buster...

At least I'd have a clean conscience
knowing my family were looked after.

Is it ready yet?
Go and wash your hands, please.

They're clean.

Wash your hands and go and get your
brother.

Come here. Are you all right?

Stop it.
Get in the car.

Get in the car!

Charm, I'm so sorry.

She followed me.
That could have hit my son!

You keep away from my husband!
Lindy.

I'm not doing anything with him.
Is that what he's told you?

Look, I will pay for the window, OK?

What is wrong with you? Leave me
alone!

And you stay away from him!

Just shut up, for God's sake!
I'm not doing anything with him!

I don't want your husband! I just
want my own!

Get in the car. Get in the car...

(AIRCRAFT PASSES OVERHEAD)

Ron, this is Colin MacKenzie
from the Daily Express.

Pleased to meet you, Mr Biggs.

I have to say... No offence,
Constantine.

..but at the back of my mind, I
couldn't get rid of the idea that
this was some sort of hoax

and we'd never actually get to see
you.

Well, it's me all right
and, for 35 grand, I'm all yours.

So, what do you want to ask me?

Well, I suppose we should go back to
the beginning and ask where it all
began.

May I?

Where it all began...

Well, I suppose you could say
it all began with a girl on a train.

I was in love.

The only time I've ever truly been
in love.

It was for the price of a deposit on
my house.

That's why I got involved.
Make sure you get that bit in.

And sod's law, I won that amount
anyway on the horses the week before
the job.

But I'd met the old man when I did
some renovation work on his house.

And then Bruce said they needed a
train driver.

Unfortunately, when the time came
he couldn't move it down the track.

But he still got his money.

I couldn't imagine being locked up
for 30 years. There was no parole
back in those days.

Wandsworth was supposed to be
impregnable but the escape was
straightforward.

Melbourne. That was the happiest
time. All the money from the robbery
had gone

and we were just a young couple
raising our kids off the back of our
own hard graft.

You were working on a construction
site at this time?

That's right.
Yeah, they promoted me to foreman.

They said I was trustworthy.

(ALL LAUGH)

Come on, then. Let's get back down
to work.

The train driver was hit once.

That's all.

Jack Mills hurt himself as he fell
rather than from a blow by any of
us.

Who hit him?

Well, I can't give you his name.
He's never been caught.

You're telling me there is a Great
Train Robber who's never been
caught?

More than one.

There was three of them.

That's incredible.
Yeah.

And there's one other guy.

Billy Boal, God rest his soul.

He went down for it and died in
prison but he had nothing to do with
it. It's an abso...

Hello, Ron.

Long time no see.

I think you remember me.

And I certainly remember you.

And you're nicked.

(DOORBELL)

What is it? We're from the Daily
Express.

I've got nothing to say. Especially
at this time in the morning. Are you
mad?

We've come here to tell you
something.

It's about Ron.

What's happened?
He's been arrested.

In Rio. He was living there
under the name of Mike Haynes.

Oh, God.

Er, here, you'd better take these
inside.

Get it?
Yeah.

(ANGRY VOICES)

Obrigado.

Hello.

What do you want?

Did you...go and see the old nurse?

About the baby.

Oh, thank God.

Listen, Raimunda, sweetheart.

I've been speaking to some people in
here.

And there might be a way we can...

..help each other.

But we have a seat booked for him on
a flight out of here tonight.

This has all been discussed at
diplomatic level.

My instructions are that the prisoner
is to remain in our custody until
further notice.

I'm sorry, Chief Superintendent
Slipper.

Bloody hell!

Charm, take my advice
and don't do a deal with any of the
papers.

If they want to do a story about
you, accept flights and hotel
expenses by all means

but no fee.

Another pay day might turn the
public against you and you have to
think about the boys.

Why would he have done such a thing?

Why take the risk of
meeting a journalist out there?

He must have known what might happen.

There's something you should know,
Charm.

We're getting information
about a Brazilian girlfriend.

Raimunda de Castro.

She's apparently campaigning for his
release.

So am I to be dispensed with?

Is that why he hasn't been writing to
us?

Because he's shacked up
with some woman out there?

(MALE VOICES)

Oh, my poor sweet darling.

My poor sweet darling.

You look great, Charm.

If you'd given me some warning,
I could have lost a few pounds.

You don't need to lose anything.

You look gorgeous.

Why did you do it, Ron?

Why take the risk?

I suppose I...

I'd had enough.

I was going to earn one last payday
for you and the boys and then I was
ready to turn myself in.

But the Daily Express double-crossed
me.

They got the story but they didn't
pay me.

Why didn't you write to me?

I kept meaning to but it was...

It was just too painful.

So you left me to grieve for our son
on my own?

I'm so sorry.

You know, for a long while
it's felt like I've been slowly
dying out here.

You still found time to take up with
a girlfriend.

Who is she?

Raimunda.

Do the boys and I
not figure in your plans any more?

Of course you do.
Why are the press making a fuss of
her?

Just don't knock her too hard
cos she might just be my ticket out
of here.

What do you mean?

Well, you see, she's um...

She's pregnant.

What? Hold on. Just...

Look...

Look, I'm not even sure it's mine.

But the thing is, if we can persuade
the Brazilian authorities that it
is,

then there's a good chance
they won't deport me.

They won't deprive a child of its
parent.

Raimunda's up for it if I look after
her financially.

You mean you could stay here openly?
A free man.

And I could come and join you with
the boys?

No more hiding, Charm.

We can live as husband and wife
again.

But what?

What's the catch?

Before any of that can happen, my
poor darling,

you're going to have to divorce me.

Now, look, it's only for
appearances.

So the Brazilians can think I'm
serious about bringing up this baby.

It's a Catholic country.

You want me to divorce you?

But we can get married again
when it's all died down.

It's just a short-term fix, my
darling.

What would the boys think?
(DOOR IS UNLOCKED)

This way gentlemen, please.

What's going on here?
Can we have some privacy?

It is a press conference.

And what about the stories
that one of the reasons you might
stay here

is because of your relationship with
this girl Raimunda? Are they true?

Well, the fact is, she has lived
with me for more than a year.

And I've a great amount of affection
for Raimunda.

But my children will always be a
part of my life and so will
Charmian.

(PRESS CALL OUT)

Raimunda! Come on...

Are you going to stay in Brazil?
Thank you. Thank you.

(REPORTERS CALL OUT)

What are you gonna do next?

I love you. I do.

Mr Biggs! Mr Biggs! Mr Biggs!

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Oh, for fu...

Mum?

Hi.

It's me, Charmian.

Charmian?

Is that really you?

How are you, Mum?
How's Gillian and the boys?

Dad?
Oh, er...

Everyone is fine here.

Oh, it's so good to hear your voice.

Can you speak?
Yes.

Your father's out.
I guess he would be at this time.

I've thought about you a lot,
Charmian.

I prayed for you every night,
after you lost poor Nicky.

I don't know how I got through it.

So many times I wished I could talk
to you and ask your advice.

Not that you'd have paid any
attention to it.

Mum, I'm going to be travelling back
out to Rio in a couple of weeks.

Oh...yes, we've been following
things in the paper.

Looks like we might be
moving out there for good.

Oh, do be careful, Charmian.

It's not a nice country by all
accounts.

Your father says it's ruled by
thugs.

I'm going out there for a short trip,
to look at possible places to live
and things and...

I was thinking, on the way home,
of breaking the journey in England

so...we could come and see you -
the boys and I.

Oh...

Oh, that would be nice.

Yes, I... I'd love that.

And would Dad be OK about it?

I'll talk to him, Charmian.

I've got time to get him used to the
idea.

So what do you think?
It's brilliant.

(LAUGHS) What about you, Twiz?

Do you think you could live here?
If Dad were with us, I could.

Senhor Biggs, are you looking forward
to seeing your English wife and your
family again?

Can we talk to you later?

(EXHALES)

Look who it is, boys.

Aren't you gonna say hello to your
old dad?

Go on, boys.

Come on.

See Dad.

Oh... (LAUGHS)

I can't believe what a big boy you
are now. I'm nearly seven.

I hear you're a good footballer.
I'm quite good.

Come and sit down.
Do you want a coffee?

No. No, no, I'm fine.

So what are we gonna do today?

We could go to the beach.

Can we take a cable-car ride
to the top of Sugarloaf Mountain?

I heard about it on the airplane.
Can we go on the cable-car, Dad?

We can walk to it from here, can't
we?

What sort of tools do you use at
work, Dad? Look, the thing
is...um...

Well, I haven't really got any time
this morning.

I've only got an hour or so,
then I've got to get back.

Why? I've got to keep things sweet
with her ladyship.

Sorry, love.

We've travelled thousands of miles
to be with you.

And I'm supposed to be living with
her, under the terms of my release.

It wouldn't look good if I'm seen
with you.

What are we supposed to do?
We came here to spend time with you.

Look, she's almost lost the baby
once already,

and she's in such a stew with you
lot being here, it could happen
again.

She snaps her fingers and you jump?

If she wasn't pregnant,
I wouldn't be free now, would I?

Jesus Christ.

Can we at least go down to the pool,
so the boys can have a swim?

It would have to be this place
they put you up in, eh?

Where I was arrested.

No, look, it's probably safer
to stay up here just now.

There's a few journos down there
looking for a scoop.

So why don't we...
Yeah, we'll get some room service
sent up

and I can come back tomorrow
morning.

I know a lovely spot
where we can take the boys fishing.

How about that?

Right, that's it. I'm going over
there.

It's outrageous leaving us waiting
like this. Come on, you two.

Please, Twiz.
I don't want to see him.

I don't even like him.

OK. Suit yourself.
You can stay here and I'll tell
reception.

But you don't leave this room.
You understand?

Come on.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Ah, bellissima!

(WOLF-WHISTLES)

(SPEAKS PORTUGUESE)

I wish to see my husband!

My husband!

What the hell are you playing at?

What's up?

You were supposed to be at the hotel
at eight. The boys have been waiting
for you.

Oh, sorry, it was a...bit of a night
last night.

Have you any idea how selfish you
are? Calm down.

I won't bloody calm down!

This little boy - your son - was
excited to come on this trip because
he could finally have a dad

instead of having to borrow other
daddies from his friends.

Twiz is so upset he wouldn't leave
the hotel. We came ready to start a
new life with you...

What?

I'll ask her.
Ask me what?

She said can you come back another
time cos she's feeling tired?
(LAUGHS)

Tell your whore, no, I will not
leave.

And will she get out of my husband's
bed and put some fucking clothes on?!

(SPEAKS PORTUGUESE)

I don't know what you're saying
but you can go to hell!

You're nothing but a cheap, common
tart!

How dare she talk to me like that?!

The divorce hasn't gone through!
I am still your wife!

If she wants a fight, I'll give her
one!

She thinks she's had it tough!

I was crying myself to sleep at night
for four bloody years!

I buried my son.

I can't believe you'd treat us like
this.

Come on.

Oh, dear God. This is an impossible
situation.

I may not have her body
but I've given you three kids.

I'm her equal facially
and I know I'm better company.

It isn't a competition.
She's just helping us out.

It seems to me she's got designs
on becoming the new Mrs Biggs.

Anyway, it's not the perfect,
but the imperfect, who have need of
love.

Don't you dare quote Oscar Wilde to
me.

If you must know,
I can barely stand the sight of her.

Ron, remember in Paris...

..I tried to tell you something.

It's important.

I got pregnant.

I had an abortion.

Yeah, I guessed it was something
like that.

It was a stupid mistake
and I've had a long time to regret
it.

But you were right when you said it
didn't matter.

Tell me this is the same,
that this baby won't make a
difference.

It's a means to an end.

That's all.

When are we gonna spend some time
together?

We've got so much making up to do.

There's a party tomorrow night.

We can spend some time together
there.

(MUSIC AND LAUGHTER)

(WHOOPING)

Hey, I'm Conti, a friend of Ron's.

He told me all about you.

That's Virgil, our host.

He and Ron met in a bar.

They make unlikely companions,
don't they? Not really. As long as
Virgil's buying the drinks.

We're all hoping Ron can stay free.

Listen, mate, I know you've got to
keep Ju Ju sweet,

but your wife is sitting over there
getting seriously pissed off.

Oh, she's all right. Charm knows the
score.

Relax.

Boys... Boys, now, listen.

Come here, little one. Look at that.

Say hello to your little brother or
sister. Eh?

What do you think it's gonna be?
A boy.

A boy? Not a girl?

OK, that's it! I've had enough. We're
leaving.

What's the matter with you?
Get off me!

No, Charm, wait. Wait.

You're sick, making him touch her
like that!

Come on, it was just a bit of fun.

Where you going?
Home.

Back to the hotel? We are leaving on
a flight tomorrow morning!

Come on. Let's talk about this.
I've been trying to talk since we
got here.

Look, Charm, just give it
another couple of months, yeah?

Then we can all move in together.

Raimunda and the baby and you and
the boys. What do you think?

I don't know what's wrong with you.

Boys, come with me a minute.

Conti, look after the boys for me.

Shh. Shh.

Let's go back to the hotel now
and make love, eh?

You want that, don't you, eh?

It's been so long, hasn't it, eh?

Come on. Let's do it right now.
Get off me!

I don't know how to handle it.

If I don't play things right with
her, I'm gonna be deported.

You know what? I don't blame you.

I don't even blame her. I just...

I can't stand it any more.

Maybe I was naive.
Maybe I rushed out here too soon.

I just...

I wanted us to be together again.

I thought I could hack it -
go back and do my time.

But I can't, love.

I need to be free.
Oh, Ron.

You're confusing being free
with not being in prison.

You really think this is what it's
like to be free?

Boys.

No...

No, look, I love you, Charm.

I never stopped loving you, Ron.

Only what you've become.

(BIRDSONG)

Come on, boys. Out you get.

(DOOR KNOCKER)

Hello, Mum.

Hello, Charmian.

Hello, boys.

I recognise you from your photos.

Do you know who I am?
You're our grandma.

That's right.

Charm.
Gillian.

Look at you. You're so grown up.
Look at your hair.

Forgive them. They haven't seen each
other for a long time.

Well, come on in.
Come on, boys.

And then this is my fiance Keith.

(BOYS PLAYING OUTSIDE)
Oh, very nice.

When are you getting married?
When he qualifies. We're saving
like mad.

Those boys are a credit to you,
Charmian.

They haven't turned out badly, have
they?

In spite of the best efforts of their
father and I.

How is Ron? Keeping his spirits up?

That's one way of putting it.

The trip to Rio wasn't an unqualified
success.

Oh. What happened?

Ron behaved very badly.

We were made to feel like
an embarrassment to him.

Told you he was no good.

I knew he'd let you down in the end.

You were right, Dad.

It's over between Ron and I.
We're getting a divorce.

Sometimes I feel it would have been
better if we'd never met.

(BOYS PLAYING OUTSIDE)

So, are those two young gentlemen
out there my grandsons?

They look fine, healthy boys,
Charmian.

I was a good cricketer myself,
when I was their age. Did you know?

My word, you boys are hungry
fellows.

I've never seen anyone put away
as many potatoes as you.

Sunday lunch is their favourite.

Once you're back home, you can come
again.

Perhaps we can arrange a cricket
match, too.

Are you coming back?

It would be lovely to see you more
often.

There's nothing to keep her away,
not now she's getting a divorce.

No, it's true.

You don't have to wait for him any
more, love.

You're free.
Please come home, Charm.

I'm sorry, but Australia is our home
now.

I want to go back and finish my
degree

and raise the boys there...

in a country that wants us.

Where we can feel some hope for the
future.

The future's full of possibilities.

The past will only drag us down.

After all, what am I here?

I'm just Mrs Biggs...the train
robber's wife.

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