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Will you be back in time for lunch? I should be. Come on, Petey.

Oh, and don't jump over that fence.

She has a high spirit.

A little too high.

Do you think we're going to be the best mail delivery team since the Pony

Express?

Hello.

Cheque's come back.

What cheque?

The one you took off the commercial traveller last week.

But he was a gentleman.

Well, he had a three -piece suit on. You'd probably pay for it by cheque.

You're not going to wear that all day, are you? I find it important to impress

upon this young English madam the serious and official nature of the work

going to be engaged in. Delivery mail?

Anyway, she happens to be a colonial madam, and all the better for it.

These young women today, they're in danger of unsexing themselves.

They want to join the professions, become doctors and lawyers.

Blacksmiths.

Should you be able to marinate yourself?

We need a potter.

The staff of life and other sundry, sordid necessities.

My wife will attend to your order.

Don't take any jokes.

Hey, the name's Lewis, remember?

Vicky!

Where does that horse belong to?

He's never heard of the great showbird, a marinae.

Impresario extraordinaire.

No? No, neither have I.

Arriving late on the first day does not create a good impression, Victoria.

I'm not late.

You're only just in time.

You'd better get on, Victoria.

Hello, Vicky. Hello.

Your armband and your mail sack.

Armband? You will wear this while engaged on your postal run.

And please remember, you are a representative of His Majesty the King.

Yes, Mr Burton.

First Providence Bank of Tasmania.

Honoured with the signature of Joubert de Marigny, empresario extraordinaire.

I must return with a fistful of filthy lucre.

I'm afraid you must.

You didn't accept a check from that fellow?

No, Samuel.

Disreputable vagabond, if ever I saw one.

Now, Victoria, you know the localities. I was born here, Mr Burton.

Postmaster. Postmaster.

And would you mind calling me Vicky?

Everyone else does.

Seems fair, Vicky.

Thank you.

Oh, Samuel.

She's forgotten her armband.

New postie, are you, lass?

Hey, it's young Vicky.

My, you grown -up.

Hello, Mr Sutton. It's good to see you again.

Come in for a cup of tea and some fresh blackberries. No, I've got to finish my

round, thanks.

I could stop by later on.

Oh.

For the postie, you still read it to me?

Oh, of course.

I'll get the blackberries ready.

And an apple for the horse.

From your son.

There's more trouble in Serbia.

And another plague scare.

Ships quarantined. One possible case reported.

One always associates it with the Middle Ages.

One moment, sir.

Worth and Trapper ready.

Thank you, Manfred.

I should be back in time for lunch.

Perhaps I could come with you.

No, no, you stay here and take it easy.

I suppose you've got plenty to do.

Yeah, thank you.

Come on, you. There aren't any more apples.

Good day, sweet lady.

Oh, it's you.

The great Joubert de Narny at your service.

And how can I be of assistance to such a comely maid and her dashing desk there?

I was just going to water my horse.

Free for the partaking, Laurel?

Well, no, it's not, actually.

You're on Mr. Frank Coates' land, and he doesn't like trespassing.

Wayfares, forcing to refresh ourselves.

Ourselves?

Pepper?

Both.

Are you from a circus?

We are the circus.

In a call, the very essence, as it were.

Taking a well -earned break in your idyllic country crowd.

As it were, from a manning crowd.

Oh.

And, uh, I am addressing?

Vicky. Vicky Denny.

The, uh...

Milk of human kindness does not appear to flow richly in the veins of your

employer.

No, I don't think it does.

Here now, grab him now.

Are there only the three of you?

Well, how many do you see?

Well, I must be going.

They're up, by the way.

Thank you.

Ah, yes.

The tartar coat.

Well, we shall see.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Come, my trusty knaves.

We have an appointment in town.

That woman who was at your campsite, what's the matter with her?

My first thought, of course, was for you. I am most grateful, thank you.

Mr. de Marnier, there's a woman at your campsite. Victoria, these were left at

Mr. de Marnier's campsite.

What? Due solely to his intercession, I have decided not to dismiss you. You may

continue your mail run after lunch.

Oh, but I went down... The matter is closed.

Hilda?

Come, we mustn't keep Mr Damani waiting.

Altogether, that will be nine pounds, ten shillings on three bits.

Of course.

Now, who should I report the loss of mail to?

The chief postmaster?

The police?

There's no need to report it.

His Majesty's mail left by the wayside.

Send apricot.

I'll see.

There's no need, really.

My sense of integrity obliges me.

I'll lose my warrant.

Oh, nothing personal.

Just as there was nothing personal in your refusing to accept my check.

My dear sir.

We would be honoured to accept your cheque.

Very well.

It's already made out and signed.

You can fill in the amount.

Honour between gentlemen, Mr Burton.

Indeed, honour between gentlemen.

Run along now, Victoria. Come back after lunch and don't lose any more letters.

All that Samuel and I have is in this place.

And that makes him a bit anxious.

And sometimes a bit too anxious when he has to admit he's made a mistake.

Yes. And when you make mistakes, you have to pay for them.

And this one is going to cost exactly nine pounds, thirteen shillings and two

pence.

Now run along and have your lunch and don't forget these.

See you this afternoon.

What was all that about?

Oh, just how some people like to hide their good nature because they don't

to seem soft.

Nobody should be afraid to show their feelings.

Quite right.

An invariable law of human nature. The more pompous they are,

the more easily they deflate.

What's wrong with that woman?

You said there were only the three of you.

No. I said that was all you thought.

Isabella has been keeping to the caravan.

Is she ill?

Nothing but a few days rest and good food run for dry.

I know where there's a doctor that you could... No.

No doctor.

And thank you for keeping our secret.

What secret?

Come by the campsite tomorrow. We'll talk then, eh?

If I do, it will be after I've delivered the mail.

My dear child, what do you mean?

You know what I mean.

I don't allow any trespassers on my land, you know that.

Don't worry, Mr Damani is a man of the utmost character.

Yes, Samuel even accepted his check.

You took a check?

Although, according to the Banker's Almanac, the First Providence Bank of

Tasmania closed its doors ten years ago.

Character, eh?

They're moving.

Not until I've got my money back.

I have an announcement.

I came here to help, and so far I've felt like a...

Three -legged horse.

Father.

Let it be known among your clientele that I'm ready to take calls.

Calls? Human patience, of course.

I'm not trying to set up in competition.

Manfred, I want to help around the farm, so draw up a list of duties.

Look, I am not going to sit here and grow mold.

Is that understood?

Quite understood.

Yes. Thank you for that.

You scared him.

I hope I scared you both.

Hello. How did your rounds go?

All right. I've still got some to finish.

Is anything wrong?

moment, thanks.

Jenny? Mm -hmm?

What would cause red blotches?

On animals?

No, on people.

Ask the doctor.

You've seen someone with blotches?

I'm not sure.

A man or woman?

Woman. When did you see someone like that?

This morning, but they don't want a doctor.

Oh, don't they?

Well, they're getting one.

Come along, Vicky.

We don't want your sort around here. Just get going.

And before you go, I want my money.

Your money, sir? That bank closed its doors ten years ago.

And since opened them again?

You can argue that in a row. Now get.

Perhaps tomorrow, sir?

Now.

You get off my land now.

Step closer, sir.

And you're on the risk of spreading the infection.

Eh?

Infection? Only made manifest this morning.

Oh, yes. Very convenient.

And very real.

You haven't said what you think it is.

I'm not sure. I know one thing, though. What?

I want you to keep your distance.

Is it really that serious?

It might be.

We were camped down by the docks when the first ship came.

It was deeply unfortunate.

Well, you can send me the money.

It'll be all right.

We'll leave it to answer if you decide.

No, you don't.

I've seen the plague in Bombay. I know what it can do.

Then let us be on our way. No, you can go.

But that thing stays where it is.

It'll be carrying the infection.

Come on, Bert.

We'll get some wood.

No, no, you can't.

Burn it. No, no, you can't. On my land, I do as I like.

Please. Please.

Hey,

keep away from here.

I'm a doctor.

Eh? Where's the patient?

A doctor?

Yes. Does that make you nervous, Monsieur de Marigny?

No, of course not.

Then I must see to the woman.

Take your cheese in here.

It doesn't appear to be infectious.

What in damn nation is going on here?

If you'll be good enough.

Isabel, come out.

Behold a miracle.

In this case, affected by a little soap and water.

It was a trick.

Now, you have something to settle out with Mr. Burton, I believe.

And there'll be no need for a fire, Mr.

Coates. You better not be here when I get back.

Don't forget the mail, Victoria.

Vicky!

Yes, Vicky.

So do you mind me?

Who is about as French as I am.

Would buy a big lot of supplies.

Enough to see them through the off -season.

And if there was any trouble, unveil his wife with the blotches.

And rely on being stampeded out of town.

Precisely. He nearly lost his caravan this time.

Do you think he learned a lesson, Dr. Gordon? I doubt it.

Vicki?

Yes? I think Dr.

Gordon is much too formal.

Grandfather?

Hmm. You call Lord Fordham that?

Granddad?

Grandpop? I'm extra American.

Grandpa?

Grandpa.

See you tonight, Grandpa.

Homeboy.