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Someone wants your book?

They want me to go down to
Sydney to meet with them.

Give me a kiss.

I said no!

No one says no to me.

He won't get away with this.

They'll call you a tramp and
ruin your brother's career.

Is Georgie mine?

Of course Georgie is yours!
He's our little boy!

Our baby didn't live.

I couldn't tell him.

Livvy, wait! Wait!

- Let me explain.
- Explain what?

What is this?

I got a little carried away.

We're going on an adventure, aren't we?

Where's my son?

A marriage of
convenience is easy to say.

It's not always easy to live.

I hope you're very certain

that she doesn't expect you to love her.

No, René!

Mon amour! Je suis là.

Why are you here?

To pay my respects.

Liar!

The fact is, to have a
successful political career,

I need someone by my side.

Whatever was between us,
George, you're a married man.

- Nothing else matters.
- I'm equally unavailable.

We will be together, Sarah.

I promise you.

Oh.

To Sarah Nordmann, I
give, devise, and bequeath

finances held in trust on
behalf of our unborn child.

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Don't go blaming yourself.

It was my tonic she used, Doctor.

But you weren't to know.

Mixing it with...

Oh, a prayer for her immortal soul.

Rest in peace, lass.

Amen.

Amen.

Oh, Mrs. Nordmann. A terrible tragedy.

Poor kiddies.

Losing their beloved teacher like that.

And her family, waiting for the coffin.

For one so young to take her life.

And then to use...

If it hadn't been your mixture,

she would have used something else.

Some of my customers have
canceled their deliveries.

Now, there's nothing
bodgy about your stuff.

It's all been given the
all-clear, all right?

Mm.

Are you sure you'll cope without me?

It's just till Monday.

Good luck.

Bloody awful way to go.

Hard to get out of your mind.

In here! In here! Quick!

Quick! She's in here!

Okay.

Anna!

Still working on your little book.

What fun.

How can we help you?

There are things that need saying

best said in your father's absence.

Shall we say cocktail hour?

- Oh, Regina, we'd really...
- No. I insist.

No need to dress.

Did I hear a "yes"?

Well, she obviously did.

No, she's right.

There are things that need to be said.

I'll pick you up
around 3:00, I suppose.

Oh, I'll walk home.

Thanks, Roy.

Milly got away?

Yes.

You're a godsend.

Looking after the lot
of them is a chore.

How are you holding up?

Well, I'm managing not to cry, just.

If only I'd done more to help her.

And the children?

Well, they do say kids are resilient.

Yes.

There's only one I'm worried about.

Emma Carvolth.

She's normally a bright
little thing, but she...

Perhaps a-a nurse...

I'll see what I can do.

And if you need any help...

I knew Milly was miserable.

She and Gordon, her fiancé,
had some sort of...

But...

I should have seen.

Class time.

Yes. Into the fray.

Don't let them get under your skin.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go. Quick, quick.

Hello.

You're Emma. Am I right?

I'm Mrs. Nordmann.

I'm helping until the new
teacher comes on Monday.

I wonder
if you might tell me

where my classroom is.

Please.

So, how are you?

Now, be
sure to send a wreath.

It's important that the
girl's family know

that others aren't being judgmental.

It's done.

Oh, thank you.

Are the police sure it's suicide?

There was some sort of rift
with her fiancé, apparently.

He's with the Air Force in Malaya.

How did she do it?

Rat poison with a tonic.

Her fellow teacher found her.

It's dreadful.

Puts our troubles into perspective.

Limited comfort, under
the circumstances.

Those came from Olivia, with this card.

"Don't judge me too harshly."

Have she and James spoken?

They're meeting this morning, finally.

I'm meeting him afterwards, Carolyn her.

Well, don't waver.

How can something society
condemns feel so perfect?

Because society lives gray little lives

devoid of any color.

That is such an artist's reply.

That's the reply of a man in love.

I should dress.

Shush, shush. It's all right.

There we go.

All right.

All right.

Oh, wish me luck.

Remember... you, me, Georgie, London.

A whole new life.

Remember this.

Lloyd.

Oh, who cares what anyone thinks?

Sometimes, when things upset us,
it's good to write things down.

So I would like to spend
the rest of today

writing down how you feel about
what happened to Miss Davis.

Ow!

Now, you don't have to read
it out or show anyone.

It's just for you... and me.

And not even me, if you'd prefer.

So you have half an hour.

Quiet... Quietly.

Quietly.

Ow!

Stop it, Larry!

I think you need to stay behind.

Stay behind what, Miss?

I'll, uh, I'll wait here.

I'd kiss you if I could.

Good luck.

No hope?

No.

I still like you, Miss, even
if you're keeping me in.

Two more minutes.

I accept that
you've cast me in the role

of wicked stepmother.

But your father and I married
for his political career.

I'm asking that you respect our
union for the same reason.

You can't blame me for how I feel.

Need we talk about blame?

Please, a cease-fire.

- For your father's sake.
- Not your own?

Me? No.

I simply wish to spare him the burden

of a spoiled brat doing
what she's always done...

assuming everything is about her.

- Hey, hey...
- As I said, a frank discussion.

I will not toady for
your approval, Anna.

It will come in time or it will not.

It will not.

Regardless, I am asking for a truce.

And if I don't give it?

Please... don't make
me go to your father.

How do you think he'll see your refusal?

I imagine he'll see it as the
actions of a petulant child.

Let's go, Anna.

You could have said all that
without dragging us here.

Some things are best said
on one's home ground,

and this is now my home ground.

Let yourselves out.

And my little novel is
going to be published.

Thank you for asking.

- Why now?
- What do you mean?

She's known my attitude
for quite some time,

so why this now?

Something's got her
building her defenses.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Father.

- A brandy?
- Please.

How's Grandmother?

Hoping to see you.

I thought a visit under
the circumstances

might do more harm than good.

I understand.

Your grandmother and I have no intention

of judging either of you.

However, we would like to comment.

Of course.

You seem to have given up rather easily.

I gather the fault lies with Olivia?

I bear a good portion of the blame.

But you've put that part of your...

yourself aside.

Thank you.

I left her vulnerable to other feelings.

Well, surely there's
hope for reconciling.

No.

And what was said of Georgie?

We'll discuss details when
our feelings are less raw.

You didn't even canvass him?

In due course.

You baffle me sometimes.

I assume Olivia accepts
she's not keeping him.

She loves him.

I will not see my grandson
raised by some painter

and carried off to London
when that inevitably fails.

The courts would never
award her custody anyway.

We needn't start thinking about that.

We will if necessary.

I am happy to see them
together if she remains here.

You be as cavalier as you
wish with your marriage,

but not with Georgie.

He's my son.

He is my grandson.

He is a Bligh.

He will be raised by us.

Grow a backbone, man!

It's not a message
I enjoy delivering.

But at least it avoids any
possible unpleasantness

between you and George.

Has James summoned the nerve

to tell you he's exploring
his own desires?

So where is Georgie better placed,

with me or peering out of the
crib at James and Henry Fox?

Is that the truth?

I left when I found them together.

It's why he's capitulated so easily.

Well, don't tell George,
please, if James doesn't.

In other words, bear all the
shame and part with my son?

That is truly a Bligh solution.

The family takes the shame.

James will be snapped in an
arranged adulterous tryst.

The divorce will be
granted on those grounds,

and you will receive a
generous settlement.

You will be free to move
on to any life you choose.

Without my baby.

I'm afraid so.

What if I fought for him?

Then you would be named as adulteress.

The courts will favor the family.

I'm sorry.

If you only knew.

Knew what?

I'll go before I say things I regret.

Hello?

And what's my prognosis,
in your opinion?

I'm not your attending physician.

But you are perusing my chart.

And showing a good deal more interest

than might be considered usual.

So, your prognosis.

A second attack of this nature

doesn't augur well for longevity.

Thank you.

You have a nice way with a euphemism.

I assume that you're
reporting back to James.

My body may be frail, but
my perceptions are not.

I also assume that... the
attraction is mutual.

It is.

Is that why Olivia left?

Partly.

I see.

It... It was never my
intention to cause harm.

Sit down, Mr. Fox.

Should the seemingly
inevitable transpire,

James will need a friend.

I forced him to marry once.

I shan't do it again.

I count on you to teach him

what I imagine you already know...

how to be as you are
whilst avoiding scandal.

I think that's the best we
can hope for now, isn't it?

Gawping does not become you, Doctor.

I appreciate your keen
observations, Mrs. Collins.

As wife of the member to be,

there's only so much I can keep up with.

Anything you could glean on
this new police sergeant,

for instance.

I hear he's rather charming.

And I do hope people
aren't gossiping too much

over this poor girl's suicide.

How lovely!

A lady such as yourself offering
to help me with my little task.

Oh, I'm glad to.

I must go, I'm afraid.

Good night.

I worked out what's been niggling at me.

What's that?

Well, all the children have
written how much she loved them.

Milly was found in the classroom.

She would never have let
them find her like that.

She did, but.

If she killed herself.

What if she didn't?

I know what you're saying.

There's only one problem, though.

She hadn't an enemy in the world.

Are you sure?

No one who'd want to hurt her.

No.

She was... heartsore.

I should have seen how bad.

- Sorry. I didn't mean...
- It is best left there.

I...

All right. Come on.

Right there. Come on.

What time is it?

You countrymen are always
up with the larks.

One of the benefits of being in town.

How was your night shift?

Interesting.

Order us breakfast. I'm gonna shower.

Coming.

Good morning, sir.

Put it over there.

Breakfast for two, sir.

I hope you enjoy it.

Presumptuous pup.

I'm sure he imagined
some high-class floozy

who serviced you mercilessly.

It's not his place to imagine anything.

I'm sure he's seen it all.

Well, perhaps not all.

I have a good mind to report
his smirk to the management.

Lesson number one.

When you've something to
hide, don't initiate a fuss.

Quickest way to have questions
asked about your doings

is to draw attention to them.

You make it sound like school.

With your grandmother's blessing.

As I said, interesting night.

I'm looking for Mrs. Bligh's room.

Just at the end on the left.

Thank you.

At last.

Oh, thank you.

Um...

Oh, they're beautiful.

How are you feeling?

Better by the day.

Did Henry report our conversation?

What made you see it?

The increase in time spent away.

The look in your eyes
when he's mentioned.

Echoes of things I experienced
with your grandfather.

It doesn't disgust you?

I'll never truly understand
it, and I worry for you...

but I know you won't be happy
with another sham marriage

or with celibacy.

Does my frankness shock you?

Yes, it does.

I love you, Grandmother.

It's a changing world, my darling.

Let's see how many changes
I can accommodate.

Perhaps suggest that to Father.

Oh!

- Bye!
- Publish or perish!

How do you feel about it?

The book.

Oh, I'm trying to get
used to it, you know?

She's changed it a bit.

- Well, you're a good man.
- Well, sometimes.

Have I missed the train?

Oh, it must have been early.

Parcel for my husband.

Wretched rail.

It's good to see you, Jack.

Regina!

Excuse me. Regina!

Could I have a word with you, please?

Don't tell me.

An opportunity for spousal gallantry.

I'll say it for you.

Do anything to upset Anna, and
you'll have me to deal with.

And you will too.

Anna is more than capable
of looking after herself.

You forget I was the dirt-poor Italian

who took on Mrs. Bligh and won.

Your point?

I can beat you too.

It's a shame we're at odds.

We've both fought for love, and...

we're both ready to defend it.

We'd make better friends
than enemies, Gino.

We've got plenty of cows on the farm.

We don't need any more.

Signorina.

Rose!

Rose!

I bought a new lipstick the other day.

I think it might suit you
far more than it suits me.

Come here.

Lovely.

See how pretty you are.

Take it.

I insist.

Thank you, Mrs. Bligh.

There's just one little thing
I need you to do for me.

Coming!

Get out!

Leave!

- Now!
- Oh, calm down.

Listen.

I hear rumblings about
your nephew's marriage.

I just want the good oil
before I tackle George.

That is none of your affair!

Relax.

If your dubious virtue
was in any danger,

you'd be on your back
already, moaning for more.

I...

just want confirmation.

That's all.

James and Olivia have separated.

It is the family's business.

There'll be no separation.

You can't stop it.

I can do what I want.

You know that.

Mr. Poletti.

Rose.

I brought something for you.

It's dinner.

I heard Mrs. Poletti's away.

Thank you.

Mrs. Bligh didn't...

Mrs. Bligh doesn't know.

Don't get yourself into trouble.

You were kind to me...

that night with the baby in the barn.

It's a thank-you.

It's fine.

There's one other thing.

I was wondering maybe, on my days off...

could you teach me Italian?

I could pay you.

I want to go there one day... Rome.

Really? Roma?

You can dream, can't you?

Okay.

Thank you.

And, uh, no charge.

- Oh, but I can...
- No, no, no, no.

That's the deal.

Maybe I could find you a good
Italian husband in the bargain.

Maybe you can.

I don't care how you manage
it, but until the election

and for a good few months
after, happy families.

They're not my choices to...

to make.

I don't want a messy Bligh
divorce all over the newspapers

as you're coming into the home stretch.

Fix it.

I would prefer a change of tone.

Don't be so bloody sensitive.

It's good practice for Parliament.

You're not going out to play?

What is it?

You didn't write anything
yesterday about Miss Davis.

We can talk about it if you like.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's gonna be all right.

It's not, Miss. It's not!

I killed her!

It's all right, Emma.

Just breathe deeply.

I've given her something for the asthma.

Well, even if it just helps her sleep.

S-She hasn't been.

Have you any idea why she
might feel responsible?

She came home cross the day
they found Miss Davis.

She'd been kept in,

and it meant she couldn't
go to a birthday party.

Other than that...

When she heard, she
went pale as a ghost.

I just thought she was sad.

You can go in.

Oh. Thank you, Doctor.

I should get back.

Um...

Are you gonna call the police?

Not yet.

The new sergeant's pretty gung-ho.

Better she doesn't wake up to that.

Hello?

It's me!

Oh, my darling!

Oh! Opening night of the Ice Capades.

Those skaters know how to put it away.

I'll just drop this and run.
Otherwise I'll be late.

Wish me luck.

I'm sure they love what you've written

- or they wouldn't be seeing you.
- I hope.

- Go! We'll talk later.
- Yes.

Fingers crossed.

Oh, God.

Dr. Duncan.

It's me. Uh, Anna's arrived.

I was wondering...

I know I should be here for
her and Mother, but...

I'm missing you.

What do you think about my coming down?

Mother will understand, don't you think?

Should I?

Are you all right?

Of course.

I'm just nervous about
letting Mother down.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Emma's awake. I think you should come.

Yeah.

Uh...

Look, get here as soon as you can.

I love you.

Evidently, Doctor, the poor
little thing got it all wrong.

Thank you.

Soon here, we're
gonna find out what it is.

She thinks 'cause she said, "I
hope you die," to Miss Davis

that she wished it on
her and made it happen.

You silly duffer.

Oh, sweetie.

You mind if I, um...

Emma...

no one's... no one's
thoughts can make somebody die.

In books, maybe.

Not in the real world.

I'm a doctor. I know.

They said she was unhappy.

She wasn't, but.

Miss Davis?

She was real happy.

She died because I wished it upon her.

How do you know she was happy?

The letter.

What letter?

The one that she opened
when she was keeping me in.

Kids. Here you go.

That's a boy.

What did Emma say?

It's very strange.

She reckons Milly Davis
opened a letter that...

Sergeant, this is Mrs. Nordmann.

Nordmann?

Yes. I've heard about you.

We have a search to do.

Would you mind stepping outside, please?

Sergeant, all Milly's things
I sent to the family.

Actually, I found a letter.

It was slipped inside
the detention book,

addressed to Milly.

It's...

Oh.

The...

The engagement was back on.

Perhaps you're right.

She said someone probably did it.

Did you, now?

Well, I just couldn't see
Milly risking the children

finding her like that.

It makes sense if you think about it.

You're a real Miss Marple, aren't you?

I'm just trying to help.

Yeah.

Miss Griggs.

It seems you have an
issue with me, Sergeant.

Your husband shot George Bligh, right?

- I don't see what that...
- It's all right, Jack.

That was proven to be an accident.

And this was a suicide...
until it wasn't.

I hear you're a Communist, too.

I've got a few issues
with you, actually.

But they'll keep.

Constable.

So, Miss Bligh...

Oh, please, call me Anna.

Well... I'm Mr. Cowan.

As your editor,

I shall be wanting to maintain
a professional distance.

Are you saying that...

I have no doubt we'll be publishing you.

You're a very talented young woman.

Thank you. I just...

I'm so glad that you like my story.

Ah. Well, yes.

Your story.

That's another matter.

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't understand.

Your manuscript proves you can write.

Your subject matter, however...

Readers aren't interested
in the dago experience.

I beg your pardon.

"Tender Vines," the story
of a wealthy young woman

forgoing privilege to
marry an Italian farmer.

It strains credulity as well
as readers' sympathies.

Mr. Cowan, that's my own story.

You are a lady,

a member of Australia's squattocracy.

I have a contract here for
a different work entirely,

to be written about your world
by someone who's lived in it.

There's a signing fee and
guaranteed publication.

You could be the next
Henry Handel Richardson.

It's a generous offer.

But, of course, if you
wish to seek advice...

You're not interested
in what I've written.

Your talent, yes.

Your subject matter, no.

You must remember it
wasn't that long ago

we were fighting the dagos.

Dagos.

That's my husband you're talking about.

No need to take offense.
It's just a word.

Well, here are some words.

And they're just words... dago words.

Va fangool.

Translate that and see what a lady I am.

Rose!

I trust Gino appreciated our gesture.

He's taught me a few words already.

Buon giorno. Come sta?

It means, "Good morning. How are you?"

You'll be quite the Italiana
before you're done.

I suppose you think
me a scandalous fool.

Well, perhaps less so,

not having had what you
said to him translated.

Best not.

Trust me.

Well, there are other publishers.

Perhaps Sir Richard might
advise on the way forward.

No.

His connections to
publishing are tenuous.

He owns newspapers.

Anna would rather succeed on
her own merits, wouldn't you?

I hope to, but if Sir...

There. Good.

Is anything wrong?

I'm simply missing Jack.

I hope neither of you mind
if I head back to Inverness,

see if the campaign needs a hand.

You know what I really can't resolve?

Not one of them has taken
my feelings into account.

A decision is made, and
it's a fait accompli!

- Okay. Okay.
- It is just so damned unfair!

After all that I have suffered for them,

they think they can just...

Look, you have to admit he
would be well looked after.

Ash Park, a nanny, his father.

This isn't a decision they can make.

Darling, I think they can.

No.

It's an unpalatable truth.

Truth?

We'd all buckle under
the weight of that.

Me most of all.

You want the truth?

James isn't Georgie's father.

But you said...

I didn't give birth to him.

After my first attack, I interfered,

to try to force my values, my
increasingly outmoded values,

on you all.

My motive was love.

The outcome was unfortunate.

So this time, I...

I want to use my reprieve
to see you all happy...

happily yourselves.

I like this new grandmother.

Mm. I do too, rather.

And what about you?

Mr. Goddard?

No. With my prognosis, no.

- Well, shouldn't you at least...
- No. He thinks I rejected him.

Best left that way.

Oh.

Now, you know,

I think your mother was
wrong about Sir Richard.

Will you fetch me my book?
It's in my top drawer there.

I thought you weren't interfering.

Only to the good.

Mm-hmm.

Ah, yes.

You're not... shocked?

I am unshockable.

James was in no position
to deal with a stillborn.

You can see, I...

I did it... for love.

I understand.

But they may not.

Your actions were outrageous, Olivia.

There was a sense to them at the time.

Perhaps less so now.

Mm.

Lloyd?

If I told them the truth... it
would guarantee me Georgie.

Um, not necessarily.

George would only go to court for blood.

- He wouldn't fight for him.
- But James might.

James has what he wants.

James has his man.

This is not who I am.

So what now?

The truth.

For the right reason.

For our solution.

He had his back up as soon
as he heard your name.

Franklin clearly got in
his ear before he left.

- You all right, then?
- I've handled worse.

- Ruddy Doris.
- Hmm?

You were done with your
library card hours ago.

There are many ways
to be useful, Doctor.

Yeah. Well, sniffing for
gossip isn't one of them.

Scoot.

Dr. Duncan can be so
abrasive in a crisis.

An eventful day at school, I hear.

It's given me a lot of
respect for teachers.

I might pop by Ash Park
before heading home.

After a somewhat hesitant start,

the news Mrs. Bligh and I have
formed a charming intimacy.

She's asked to be kept informed.

Of what?

Of Milly's death, the
new police sergeant,

what's being said.

Did she know her?

As Mrs. Bligh, her interests
are in all things Inverness.

Imagine my thrill the other
day when she visited me

and even stayed to help
me with my little tasks.

Which day?

All the herbs are
from my own garden.

The chamomile and the red raspberry leaf

are especially good for low spirits

or those who are carrying.

Mrs. Nordmann was telling
me how much she values it.

Oh, indeed, indeed.

If I could be so bold,

perhaps more of that delicious cake?

Oh! Of course!

I won't be a moment.

- I'm in no hurry.
- Mm.

Here we are!

Oh, isn't this cozy?

Most.

Thought I'd get started on the tucker.

Chops and mash do?

Roy, can I borrow your truck?

Suppose so.

I don't know how long I'll be.

Something wrong?

You all right, missy?

- Excuse me, ma'am.
- Yes, Rose?

Mrs. Nordmann's here.

She asked for you.

Send her in.

I won't require you.

To what do I owe this displeasure?

I'm curious.

How does it feel to be a murderer?

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