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(uplifting music)

(horses snorting)

(dogs barking)

- Hello, Rob!

Guess what! - What?

- From yesterday I'm working full-time

for Jessie McClusky. - You don't say!

- They have a very good kitchen and it's very economical.

You should come in one day! - I'll keep it in mind.

- I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other

now I'm in town all the time.

- I guess so.

- Isn't that Victoria Black wood?

(romantic music)

- Victoria Black wood, it can't be!

- Yes, it can!

How are you, dear Rob?

- [Rob] You're a sight for sore eyes!

- Go ahead, Mister Jackson.

How's the family? - Oh, I'm fine.

Uh, they're fine. - Matt, Danni?

- Never better. (both laugh breathlessly)

- I want you to tell me everything that's happened

since I left.

(theme music)

- Good morning, ma'am, is the proprietor about?

- Yes, I'm the proprietor, Jessie McClusky.

Can I help you? - Jackson, Al Jackson.

I'd like a room, to begin with, preferably a suite

if you have one. - We're a little short

on suites at the moment, but I have a room

on the first floor if you'd like it.

- I'll take it.

- Speaking for myself, I've always thought marriage

is an institution to be approached with extreme caution.

- Like a case of high explosives.

- Hello, Rob!

You must be Miss Black wood. - Missus McClusky?

You received my telegram. - I certainly did!

There's a room ready for you on the first floor.

- I'm sure it will be more than adequate.

- Oh, I'll show you.

- Ever the gentleman! - Room to the left.

- Someone well-known in the district?

- Closest thing to royalty by all accounts.

- And the young man?

- So many questions, Mister Jackson!

At least sign the register before I give you

a potted history.

- Well, Jessie's given you the best room.

With fruit and flowers. - Mm, it's lovely.

Not that I make a habit of staying in such places

unless absolutely necessary.

- It's good to have you back.

(horse whinnies)

(Victoria sighs in joy)

- Still takes your breath away!

- So you missed it then. - Mm!

I've missed you too.

- I will make sure someone shows you

to your room Mister Jackson, Biddie?

Where is she?

- There is one other thing, Missus McClusky.

With your permission, I'd like to set up

a small gaming table.

- I'm sorry, I can't allow gambling in the hotel.

- Strictly regulated, it could provide a harmless pastime

for your patrons.

- Regulated by whom, Mister Jackson?

- By your own good self.

You lay down the house rules and I'll observe them.

Just something to attract a little bit of business,

keep the locals occupied on a cold winter's night.

Not only good for the hotel but good for the town itself.

Missus McClusky, I assure you you'd be in total control.

If you saw anything you didn't like,

what could be fairer than that?

I'll tell you what.

You let me set up my table for one week.

If at the end of that time you remain unconvinced,

I'll gladly pack up and move further afield.

As charming an establishment as you have here,

the odd renovation would be most appreciated by your guests.

Running water in the rooms, perhaps.

- The hotel at Blaine's Ravine is thinking

of doing just that. - Well beat them to the punch.

Give me one week and I'll prove I'm a man of my word.

- Ah, excuse me, Jessie, I'm looking for a Mister Jackson.

- I am Jackson, sir.

- Ah, Herbert Elliott, bank manager, at your service,

Mister Jackson. - Ah, Mister Elliott.

- A draft has been lodged at the bank in your name, in view

of its size I thought it best to personally inform you.

- Most kind of you, sir.

- Oh, not at all, if I can be of any further assistance

during your stay in our fair town, I...

- Thank you!

- Ah, well, good day then.

- Alright, then, I'll give it a go.

- You won't be disappointed.

- Hey Rob, can I have a word? (magpies calling)

I need to talk to you about the accounts.

- What about? - What system are you using?

- The Rob McGregor system, why?

- I can't make any sense of it.

- [Rob] Makes sense to me!

- Well, can you tell me if these have been paid or not?

- Yeah, yeah they've been paid.

- They haven't been marked as being paid.

- Well, I'm getting around to it.

- Rob, if we're going to get a loan to extend the stables,

the paperwork, it has to be up to date and accurate.

- Well it is accurate.

- Well I'm gonna take your word for it, but I doubt

Herbert Elliott's going to.

- Well I'll do it first thing in the morning.

- What's wrong with now? - I have a wagon to unload.

- And then? - Then I have to get ready.

- What for?

- Victoria Black wood.

- Victoria Black wood! - Mm, she's back in town.

And looking more beautiful than when she left.

(crickets singing)

(knock at door) - Who is it?

Oh. - Excuse me, ma'am.

There's a gentleman to see you.

- Tell him I'll be down directly.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Men seldom value punctuality in a woman,

we must do our best not to disappoint them!

Go on. - Yes, ma'am.

- So is that it, gentlemen, you all done?

Any more takers?

See you tomorrow, then!

- [Biddie] All finished here?

- Put the bill on my account, please.

- [Rob] Uh, no, no you don't.

- Yes, ma'am. - I'm paying, Rob!

- Take no notice of her. - No!

- I have to, sir, she's a paying guest.

- Thank you, Biddie. - You're welcome, ma'am.

- You didn't have to do that.

- Indulge me, Rob.

It's my way of saying how good it is to be home again

and in the company of friends.

- Friends? - Well.

- And how was your dinner, Miss Black wood?

You know the two of you make a very handsome couple.

- Was your card game a success, Mister Jackson?

- Well, I won a little, lost a little, usual story.

No players left to play.

I thought I might pack up for the night, unless, of course,

you'd care to, uh... - Count me out,

I've got an early start. - But I don't.

I'll cut card with you for, say, a pound.

- It would be my pleasure, ma'am.

- Do you know what you're doing?

- No, but I intend to do it anyway.

- Ladies first!

- [Victoria] Queen!

- Not just a queen, the queen of good fortune.

Could be very hard to beat.

Well, too good for me. (Victoria hums happily)

What about you, Mister McGregor?

A man a well-known about town as yourself, it'd be an honor

to play cards with you, sir! - Go on, Rob!

There's magic in the air tonight.

- Well, maybe just one. - Biddie, when you've finished

here would you mind helping out in the kitchen?

- Yes, ma'am.

- I thought cards were over for tonight.

- He's a sharpie, that's what he is.

- Who, Mister Jackson? - She's not much better.

(crickets chirping) (quiet music)

- Two pair, aces and tens!

- Three queens.

- I don't seem to be doing too well, do I.

Another hand? - No thanks Mister Jackson,

I really do have an early start.

- Early to bed, early to rise, perhaps another time.

- Perhaps.

- Good night Mister Jackson. - Good night.

- Everything alright? - Never better.

- Goodnight! - Goodnight.

- [Al] Care for a hand, Missus McClusky?

(horse whinnies)

(magpies calling)

(tense, serious music)

(cheerful, light music)

- To think this was once the grandest estate in the district

and my home.

The end of an era.

- Or the start of a new one?

- I hope so.

(music swells)

- More tea, you feel like a top-up?

- No thanks, Matt, I've really got to get going.

- So, how was Victoria, in good spirits?

- If first impressions count, I'd say excellent spirits.

- Nothing's changed then.

- She seems to get on very well with Rob.

- Mm, yeah, the two of them were always as thick as thieves.

There was a time then that we all thought marriage might

be on the cards, but her father died in tragic circumstances

and she and her brother moved to Melbourne.

- What sort of a girl is she, Matt?

- Oh, she's headstrong, determined, used to getting

what she wants, and charming enough to get away with it.

- She came into town with a man called Al Jackson,

professional gambler. - Hm, never heard of him.

- I've agreed to let him set up a table in the hotel

for a week.

Just a week, might be a good thing for Patterson's Ridge.

If not, it's out.

Does Rob like gambling?

- Never shown an interest in it, which is fine by me, why?

- Oh, no reason. - Hang on.

I'll come into town with you, I've got a few things

I have to do. - Alright.

(horses whinnying)

- [Colin] Thanks for showing up!

- Well there's no bookings 'til this afternoon,

so thought I'd go for a ride. - What about the accounts?

- I'll do them now.

- Rob, listen, I thought we had an agreement here.

Sorry.

- He's right about the accounts, though,

they need a lot of work.

- Dad, I'm a stock man.

I know about horses and cattle, not bookkeeping.

- Well, maybe you should knuckle down and learn, then.

Instead of heading out riding.

- Victoria's back.

- So I heard.

- That's who I went riding with.

- How is she?

Why don't you invite her over for dinner?

I'd like to see her again.

- Victoria, how nice to see you.

- Thank you, Herbert!

- Please!

It's been awhile.

We've missed you. - We?

- Well, me, the whole town.

When you left Patterson's Ridge some of the light

went out of our lives.

No, I'm serious, you brought style and elegance to the town.

You made us put our best foot forward.

- And now?

- Well, you're back.

- I actually came to see you on business.

- Oh, no doubt, please!

Come in, have a seat.

Now, how may I be of service?

- I'd like to know what titles and deeds the bank holds

in regards to my late father's estate?

- Why, none! - None?

- The documents were sent to your brother some months ago

at his request. - Oh.

- Didn't he tell you? - No.

Frank and I haven't spoken for quite some time.

A silly squabble.

It would be nice to know where each of us stands

in the winding up of the estate.

- Well, I'm sure a good lawyer would be able to...

- Mm, lawyers are expensive and take forever.

- I could always...

Use my banking connections to make some inquiries.

Discreetly, of course. - That would be wonderful.

Thank you.

(both exclaim in surprise)

- Victoria! - Danni?

- I heard you were back, it's good to see you.

- Thank you. - Thought you'd gone for good.

- So did I, I must admit it was beginning to look that way.

- How was Melbourne?

- Melbourne was an adventure, but it's wonderful to be back

in Patterson's Ridge, I really feel I have a home here.

- Well, you must come over for dinner and...

- I already am, tonight.

I accepted your father's invitation a few hours ago.

See you then! - Oh, bye...

- There I was, a wide-eyed debutante,

dancing with the governor, when he trod on my foot

and my shoe came off.

I'm bobbing about like a cork in a windstorm,

not game to say a word, 'til finally he looks down at me,

sternly, and he says, "My dear girl, do try and keep

"on an even keel or we must put you in the dry dock

"and careen you." (everyone laughs)

Needless to say, I was not asked to dance again.

- So how is Frank getting on?

- Frank and I haven't spoken for some time.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Melbourne was never good for him,

his will wasn't the strongest, as you know.

He needed a firm hand and with Father gone...

- Well tell us about the stars and the fashions.

- Danni! - Aw don't be so rude you two!

We have a right to know about

all the important things in life.

- The secret to staying in fashion in the city

is to never throw anything out.

Sure as eggs, the wheel will turn and you'll be back

in the forefront again. (Danni laughs)

- Four cards to the gentleman on my left,

three to you, sir, three to you,

and dealer takes two.

Alright gentlemen, let's see your bets.

Coins, gentlemen, coins?

Let's see some notes.

Okay...

I'll raise you one.

- Don't worry about it, honestly, I'll clean up.

Many hands make light work.

- You've changed, you know that?

- In what way?

- Well, you never...

I can't say. - Yes you can!

Aloof, arrogant?

High and mighty?

- Well, I could never imagine you with a handful

of dirty dishes. - I could never imagine you

being such a great cook! - Yeah, that's different.

- How is it different?

- Well, cooking's easy once you learn the basics.

- So's being aloof and arrogant, once you know the basics.

- Well, can you teach me? - To be aloof and arrogant?

(laughs) I don't think it would suit you, Danni,

any more than it did me!

I think I was doing it to cover up for the fact

that I was very lonely. - You, lonely?

- Mm, well apart from Rob I had no real friends.

- Well what about your father and your brother, Frank?

- My father loved me, but we weren't really friends.

And as for Frank, I don't think Frank's loved anyone.

- There we go!

- Um, what's this?

- Just helping out in the kitchen, you know.

- Um, this wouldn't have anything to do with Victoria

being in here?

I'll just see if they want dessert! (laughing)

- Good.

Will you marry me? - What?

- Well, I've loved you for as long as I can remember.

And I'd like you to be my wife.

- Rob, I... - I let you go once,

and I'm not going to let you go again.

So repeat after me.

I, Victoria Elizabeth Blackw...

(music swells)

- Mister Finch, a flush unfortunately beats a full house.

Bad luck.

- Bad night, Harry?

- Yeah.

- Miss Black wood, Mister McGregor!

I was just about to close the table.

- Well, don't let us stop you.

- Ah, my luck is in with a vengeance.

Perhaps you'd care to test it. - Ah, no thanks.

- Cut of the cards for 50 pounds.

- Not tonight. - If not tonight then when?

- Mister Jackson, if you don't mind.

- If not tonight, then when, Mister McGregor?

Or don't you have the stomach for it?

- [Jessie] I think that's enough gambling for one night.

- I have issued a challenge, Missus McClusky.

It remains to be seen if our young friend here

is man enough to accept it. - Come on, Rob.

- A cut of the cards for 50 pounds, Mister McGregor.

Are you game, or are you gutless?

- Mister Jackson, I think it... - You're on.

- No, Rob.

Mister Jackson, I believe we have an understanding.

- The man has some red blood in his veins after all.

Step this way, Mister McGregor.

- Missus McClusky, can you stop them, please?

- Why don't you stop them?

I think this is for your benefit anyway.

- After you, sir.

(tense music)

Ten of spades, not bad.

Ace of diamonds. (onlookers groaning)

Double or nothing? - Please, Rob,

walk me to my room? - Or have you had enough?

- Double or nothing, you first.

- King of spades.

(groans from onlookers)

You owe me 100 pounds.

Care you try again?

The odds are in your favor.

- [Victoria] Don't do this, just walk away.

- I don't have this kind of money.

- But I'm told you run a thriving business in town,

Mister McGregor. - I'm in partnership

with my brother. - Fine, I'll accept

your half of the business as collateral in the bet.

- No, Rob! - It's alright Victoria,

I know what I'm doing. - No you don't!

- I accept.

- If I win, I get your share of the stables.

If you win, the debt is canceled.

And we have witnesses to prove it.

- Rob, don't do this.

It's gone far enough, I'm asking you as a friend.

- Mm, the jack of spades.

The queen of good fortune, my lucky night.

I'll be around first thing in the morning

to inspect my new acquisition.

It might also be an idea if your brother was on hand

to facilitate the handover.

(magpies singing)

(murmuring pleasantries)

(door unlocking)

- Well, good morning!

I know we're behind here, but I wasn't suggesting

you work through the night.

- Good morning.

- There's always a bed at our house, Rob.

- [Josh] He's not having mine...

- Did Victoria get home alright last night?

- Uh, yeah.

- No news to report, no developments of any kind?

- We kind of thought there might be an announcement pending.

- Like what?

- Good morning one and all,

and what a fine morning it is, too!

I trust I'm not intruding.

Al Jackson, sir, ma'am.

- Ah, Mister Jackson, you wish to hire a horse or?

- Not exactly, it seems your brother hasn't told you

the news yet, I'm to be your new partner.

Your brother and I cut cards last night for

a size able amount of money.

He put up his share of the stables as collateral, and lost.

- Is this true?

- Oh, Rob!

(tense music)

- Help me, Missus McGregor, help me buy food for my family.

- What's happened, Missus Finch?

- My husband lost a month's wages

on the gaming tables last night.

- That's, that's terrible! - God bless, ma'am.

- Uh, Josh, would you like to see if Hannah's got

and barley sugar? - You bet!

- Look, I'll sort this out Missus Finch.

How long do you intend to allow

this appalling situation to continue?

Rob's been stripped of his share of the stables!

And families are being left penniless in the street,

and all because of this! - Emily!

I don't know... - Get rid of him, Mother.

Get rid of him now.

- I agreed to let Al Jack so... - Cancel the agreement!

Negate it, do whatever you have to do, but get rid of him.

Or is it beyond you?

Can you condone his behavior because it reminds you

of your own misspent years?

(door slams shut)

- Mister Jackson, I've decided

I want the gaming table closed.

- You gave me a week. - To prove it was good

for the town, and it's not.

- Some people have lost, yes.

- Lost heavily, Mister Jackson,

and some have been left penniless.

- No one's holding a gun at their heads.

They come of their own free will.

- I want the table closed, and I'd prefer it if you'd find

alternate accommodation for the remainder of your stay.

- Surely you've been around long enough to resist the whines

of a few bleeding hearts. - If you room isn't vacated

by sunset, Mister Jackson, you'll find your belongings

on the street. (dramatic, tense music)

(knock on the door)

- Miss Black wood, do come in.

I'm just about to leave for a cattle station

where I'm told the stock men will readily bid

on two flies climbing... - Mister Jackson, I beg you

to cancel that bet you made with Rob McGregor.

- Cancel the bet?

For a professional gambler like myself,

I'm afraid that's impossible. - Why?

- Let me see, a gambler who makes debts

his opponents aren't bound to honor.

I'd become the laughing stock of the district.

- But you goaded him into it, you taunted him!

- Goaded and taunted?

I challenged him as one man to another.

- Stables are all he has.

You're determined to take them from him.

- I have already taken them, Miss Black wood.

However.

That doesn't mean I'm not prepared to consider a trade

for something of similar value.

- What exactly would that entail?

- You're an undeniably attractive woman, Miss Black wood.

Skin as smooth as a peach, eyes limpid as pools,

and hair the color of summer wheat.

For a little consideration on your part I might be

induced to sell the stables back to the boy,

at something of a discount, of course.

(tense music)

Have it your way, Miss Black wood.

- You lost your share of the stables on the turn of a card?

- I wanted you to hear it from me first.

- Well it doesn't make it any easier to accept.

- Dad, you can't make me feel any more ashamed

than I already am.

But I want you to know I haven't given up,

I'm gonna get the stables back.

- Oh yeah, how, the turn of another card?

- No, I'm gonna buy it back. - With what?

- Well I have a plan.

I don't need any money from you or from Colin,

I just need to know you trust me.

I made a stupid mistake and I'm not gonna make it again.

Do you trust me?

- Yeah, course I trust you, Son.

Now, what is it?

- I'm afraid the news isn't good, Victoria.

Your brother Frank's last known place of employment

was the Eastern Pacific Trading Company.

He disappeared two months ago, taking with him

a large amount of the company's funds.

They, like yourself, are most anxious to contact him.

I'm sorry, Victoria, if there was any other way

of breaking the news...

Can I get you something, a cup of tea, perhaps?

If there's anything I can do, Victoria.

- Thank you, Herbert, I'll be alright.

I knew in my heart this was bound to happen,

but still, it doesn't make it any easier.

- Mister Jackson?

(dramatic music)

(horses whinnying) (magpies calling)

- Can I come in?

- [Victoria] How are you?

- I've been better.

I'm sorry I didn't take your advice and walk away last night

I know I've let you down, Victoria.

- Why did you ignore me?

I was only thinking of us.

- I asked you to marry me and I behaved like

a complete nincompoop.

I apologize, I want to make it up to you.

- I forgive you.

You don't have to make it up to me.

- I have to get the stables back.

I may need your help to do that.

- My help?

- I need to get a loan to buy back my share of the stables.

I was going to ask if you could go guarantor.

- I'm sorry, I... - You're a Black wood.

Herbert Elliott would advance me the money

on the strength of your name alone.

- Rob, I... - There's no risk.

I'd pay back every penny. - I'm sure you would,

but Herbert wouldn't accept me as guarantor of the estate

because I don't have any money.

As God is my judge, I'm all but destitute.

- I don't understand, until a year ago your father

was the most powerful landholder in the high country.

- Father named Frank executor of the estate,

it was Frank's responsibility to make provision for me

in the will, he never did.

I had to pawn the last of my jewelry to get here

to see if there was anything, anything at all.

- Victoria, I'm sorry.

- But there is something.

It belonged to my mother, it's all that I have.

It must be worth at least 200 pounds.

- [Rob] No, I can't take it, I can't.

- Short of killing Jackson, it's the only way

you're going to get your stables back.

- No, Victoria, I can't.

(magpies calling)

- Greetings, partner!

Perhaps you'd rather I called you Reverend.

- What do you want, Jackson?

- I would like to saddle up one of our horses

and ride out to the Tyler property where I'm told

there's some very bored stock men just itching

for a game of cards.

- You know where the horses are, take your pick.

- You know, if you were a little nicer to me, Reverend,

I might be tempted to sell my share of the stables back.

For a small profit.

Think about it.

- [Biddie] Turn one up.

Alright, not bad, but a jack beats a 10,

so why don't we just turn up...

A jack.

Or maybe a queen, or maybe even...

An ace.

- Where did you get these cards?

- From Mister Jackson's room.

- What's all this?

- Mister Jackson cheated you, Rob.

- What do you mean, cheated?

- He used a marked deck of cards with you, see for yourself.

All the court cards have extra little curlicues

in the right hand corner, one for jack, two for a queen,

and so on.

My father used a deck like this to do card tricks

when we were kids. - Where is he?

- [Jessie] Now Rob, don't go, we'll sort it...

- Where is he?

- Last I saw him he was heading towards the stables.

I only told him the truth.

(urgent, dramatic music)

- Get off the horse!

- Get out of the way, McGregor, you're only...

- I said get down!

You're a cheat and you're a liar.

- Perfect, now. - What's going on?

- He used a marked deck and I can prove it.

(Rob yells)

- Feeling better? - Yeah, a bit.

- Does it hurt much? - Nah.

- It's a clean wound, there shouldn't be any complications,

touch wood!

- That'll teach you to go charging off

like a bull in the gate.

- How are ya? (breathing heavily)

- He's lost a lot of blood, it's pretty deep,

but it didn't hit the bone or anything.

- Jackson? - No sign of him.

But the troopers have been telegraphed at Mansfield,

they know what happened.

- You see which way he headed?

- He took the south road, probably Melbourne.

- You sure you're alright? - Yeah.

- Look after him.

- [Colin] Where are you going?

Leave it to the troopers! - Can't do that, Colin.

- The man's dangerous! - The mongrel cheated my son

and shot him down in cold blood.

- Matt, the troopers will take care of it.

- Yeah, and what if they don't?

What if they get delayed or if Jackson makes it to Melbourne

and just disappears without a trace?

You look after Rob and don't worry about me,

I won't make the same mistake.

(dramatic chase music)

- Oh Rob!

- It's alright, it's just a flesh wound.

- You could have been killed! - I'll wait outside.

- Well luckily he was a bad shot.

- It's all my fault. - No.

- If I hadn't have come back to Patterson's Ridge

this never would have happened!

- How were you supposed to know what he was up to?

- He made advances at me, I rejected them,

maybe he did it to get back at you.

- Well it's all over and it doesn't matter.

- I came here with such high hopes.

- Nothing's changed. - No, it has!

It has, you've, you were nearly killed,

and I, (crying) I...

It's no use.

- You and I, together, that's all that matters.

- Yes, you're right, you're right.

(dramatic chase music)

- [Matt] Come on, hiyah!

- [Jessie] Miss Black wood, you're leaving!

- Um, an illness in the family, Missus McClusky,

an urgent telegram from Melbourne.

- I'm sorry to hear that, let me get your bill.

- Um I left instructions with the bank to settle my account.

I must hurry if I'm to catch the afternoon train.

- Should I get someone to help you with your bags?

- It's okay, I can manage!

Um, just please give Herbert my details,

and thank you for your hospitality Missus McClusky.

- Oh, Victoria, you left your purse in my office.

- Thank you, Herbert. (nervously)

- You're leaving? - I...

An unexpected illness in the family.

I must hurry if I'm to get the train.

- Excuse me, you didn't know Miss Black wood was leaving?

- No, I didn't.

- Missus McClusky, I find myself financially embarrassed

at this point in time, but be assured I will

settle my account at the first available opportunity.

- Miss Black wood, I appreciate this is a very

difficult situation, but this is a sizable account.

When do you expect to be able to pay it?

- I'm sorry I can't say that right now.

- I'm sure if Miss Black wood says that she will settle

her account at the earliest convenience, she will.

- Well, it seems to me the only possible solution at present

is that you remain in the hotel until your bill

is worked off and your account is settled.

(dramatic chase music)

- [Matt] C'mon!

(grunting)

Get up, get up!

- What the devil do you think you're doing?

- I'm running a no-good card cheat to ground.

Now empty out your pockets, hurry up!

- And what if I don't?

- Then it's going to give me the greatest pleasure

to beat the living tar out of you for shooting my son.

C'mon!

Tools of the trade, huh?

Well we'll see what the troopers of Mansfield

have to say about that.

C'mon, what else you got in there?

Ah, the ill-gotten gains, huh?

(grunts of exertion)

I'm in debt to you, Mister Jackson,

for a moment there I thought you were going to come quietly!

(train whistle)

- [Colin] Harry Finch, 15 pounds.

Going for broke, were we, Harry?

- Bless you, man.

Hey, I want you to know, I'm swearing off gambling for life.

- [Colin] Until the next time...

Now, Bert Fisher, 11 pounds eight sixpence...

(knock at the door)

- Who is it?

I'm just about to get ready for work.

- Victoria.

- I've been considering whether to pawn my mother's brooch

to get back to Melbourne, but I can't bring myself to do it.

- You don't have to do that.

I'll give you the money if you're so determined to leave.

- Rob, one part of me doesn't want to leave.

But the other says I must.

- I thought your love would have been strong enough...

- Our love is the reason why I must leave!

I'm not going to come to you on my knees asking for charity.

- It's not charity!

- We Black woods have our faults and pride is one of them.

I can't be penitent, humble and accepting,

don't you understand that? - All I understand

is that I love you, and that I need you here with me.

Nothing's ever going to change that.

- Good, now hold that thought.

Now go. - Victoria, wait.

- Go on, go on, out! (laughing)

(church bell ringing)

(cheerful music turns threatening)

- Mother?

I just wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday.

And to, and to apologize for some of the things I said.

- There's no need to apologize, I should never have let him

set up the table in the first place.

- You threw him out, that's what counts!

- Only when you drew my attention to it.

- Well, that's what daughters are for.

- I thought it was supposed to be the other way around.

- Mm, back to front, sideways, as long as it works.

- It works.

(horses snorting) (train whistling)

- Um, Miss Black wood, you're wanted in the kitchen.

Now!

(theme music)