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There's a letter for you.

From Germany.

From my father.

And they can never get better if you
don't sit still.

Give it a chance.

Well, Vicki, I had a complaint from old
Mrs. Cratchit.

She had a letter delivered with a duck's
footprint on it.

A duck's footprint?

Really?

Yes, really.

Was it a wet foot?

I believe most ducks have them that way.

You sure it was a duck?

I'm happy to say when I delivered the
mail, I never became an expert on muddy

footprints. Did it have a limp?

What do you mean?

Well, it could have been a lame duck.

Oh, um... It wasn't a duck at all.

It was a duckling.

Don't worry, I'll make sure it gets
there.

Thanks, Ricky.

Daddy, can I have Piggy back?

All right, lazybones.

Jump up.

Ride a cock horse.

To see a fine lady upon a white horse.

Will we

go to

heaven? Animals don't. Where do they go?

Just to the bottom of the creek.

Let's get on with it.

What are you doing?

None of your business.

You're Vicky Deening, aren't you?

Everyone says you're a stuck -up pommy.
Everyone hates you.

I'll take them.

I'll give them a good home.

They're ours.

And if we want to drown them, you're not
going to stop us.

Afraid.

They were going to drown the puppy.

Emily?

Emily?

No, I'm not Emily.

I'm Vicky.

Vicky Denning.

Would you like a nice bowl of warm milk?

Come on, Beauty.

What's this?

Flower.

Flower? Yes.

Have you been carrying flower in the
same bag as the king's mail?

No.

Puppies.

Oh.

Well, I suppose the puppies put the
flower in the mail bag.

No, the puppies were put in the flower
bag.

Did you put the puppies in the flower
bag?

No, I put the puppies in the mail bag. I
let them out of the flower bag.

Go.

The others, put them in the flower bag.
Go!

I'm glad you sorted that out.

The only agreement was that I was going
to fence half our boundary and your

husband was going to do the other half.

Didn't he tell you?

No, he didn't.

Well,

it doesn't really make any difference,
though, because I've honoured my part of

the bargain.

I expected Denny to do the same.

Your husband was a man of his word.

Yes.

Yes, well, I'll look through Nigel's
papers, Mr. Coates.

Good on you.

I'd rather stay on friendly terms, Mrs.
Denning, wouldn't you?

Doctor?

I wonder why Nigel didn't mention it.

No doubt he would have done in due
course.

Beautiful. They're absolutely splendid.

Jenny, look at them.

Oh, yes.

They're lovely.

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing.

Now, don't get too fond of them, because
you won't be keeping them.

Oh!

Oh, well, maybe just these two, but no
more.

I can't have the barn full of waifs and
strays.

I met the strangest man today.

Down by Swampy Creek.

What was strange about him?

I don't know.

He was just odd.

He had a scar here.

That's Saunders.

He kept calling me Emily.

That was the name of his daughter.

It was?

Yes. Nothing before you came here.

It was a great... Pagically?

Pagity. Yes, pagity.

He was a laborer, doing small jobs.

He wanted to buy his own place up in the
valley.

One night he came home, the house was on
fire.

He tried to save him, but when he... Oh,
well, that's how he got the scar.

Now he just wanders around here and
there, sleeps in abandoned places and

looking for his wife and child.

You mean he lost his wits?

That means mad?

More or less.

No, he loses his memory.

I met him.

I don't think he's mad.

He's not mad.

He's got kind eyes.

Haunted.

Still, I think it's best if you keep
your distance, Vicky. You never know.

I do know.

You wouldn't harm anyone.

Jenny's right, Vicky.

But what if father had lost his memory?

And no one helped him?

What if everyone kept their distance and
didn't care?

What will become of him?

It's called the Boer War.

The Boers are the Africans?

No, the Boers are the Dutch.

And they're fighting the Africans?

No. They're fighting the British.

Us.

But what do the Africans say about it?

It's their country.

Yes, well, perhaps it's a little
complicated for you at the moment,

you're a little older.

That man you met yesterday, his mind
is...

Twisted with grief.

He could hurt you.

No.

He's the one that's been hurt.

He wouldn't hurt anybody else.

I like the look of this.

There's shelter here.

I'll go and see how Mr. Saunders is.

You'll be alright, dear.

Is this the one then?

It's me again.

Emily?

No, Vicky.

The girl from yesterday.

I've come back to see if you need
anything.

I have all I need.

I know what it's like when somebody
dies.

My mother died two years ago.

Now my father's gone missing.

But you must try and live as best you
can and be happy.

It's what they would want.

I've got a new mother now who loves me,
and I love her.

As time goes by, the hurt gets less.

I hate fire, but please, you must help
me.

What's your name?

Vicky.

Victoria Denning.

My wife and daughter, they... They died
in a fire.

Emily was about your age.

They're with God now.

Of course they are.

Dr. Gordon will fix your head.

You can ride on beauty.

One day, your luck is going to run out,
young lady.

He just wanted someone to talk to. Well,
Miss Lovett says he's as mad as a

hatter. Miss Lovett.

She can't talk. Vicky.

Well, gentlemen, dear, I'm afraid my
diagnosis agrees with Vicky's.

Mr. Saunders is lucid and seems to have
accepted the death of his family quite

rationally. Apart from a nasty bump on
the head.

He's as fit as a flea. But everyone I've
spoken to say that he's lost his

reason. Oh, perhaps he had.

I've seen a case like this once before.

It is sometimes a sharp bang on the head
can restore a person's reason.

The human mind is something we know very
little about at the moment, I'm afraid.

Well, it seems your intuition was
correct this time.

He'll be up and about in a day or two.

He just wanted a bit of looking after.

Vicky, I do hope you haven't tired of
bringing home injured animals and

out into people as well.

Well, you're improving.

No footprints, webbed or otherwise.

And it's practically dry.

However...

This smells as if it's been dragged
through a bushfire.

It was a fire in a shed.

Well, I hope Mr Ronald Bond of Sydney
doesn't mind his powerful smoke.

The best thing for that is lavender.

Lavender?

That's right, dear.

You mean just tear open the king's mail
and pop in some lavender?

Well, you can do it that way.

Or you can soak the string in lavender
water and retie it.

Really?

I'll do it if you like.

Goodbye.

Mr Burton?

Goodbye.

But... Goodbye.

But... I can't find anything among his
papers.

Well, down here we don't put a lot of
store by things in writing.

We trust each other with a handshake.

Might be different in England, I don't
know.

Look, if you could just give me a little
time to make some inquiries.

Inquiries?

That's just great, isn't it?

Now you're calling me a liar.

No, no, it's just that I need to... Yes,
you are.

I'm telling you that I paid for the
fencing and you're doubting my word.

Maybe I was a fool to trust your
husband.

Maybe he was a liar.

Are you talking about the fence that I
put up, Mr Coates?

No.

Because it was Mr Denning who paid for
that.

I remember because he gave me half a
crown extra for Christmas.

as well as payment for the fence.

Are you sure?

I'll go and check my books.

Thank you, Mr Saunders.

They're very handsome.

You've made an extremely quick recovery,
Mr Saunders.

I've got your daughter to thank for
that, Mrs Denning.

I didn't do much.

It's what you said that counted.

What did she say?

She was talking about you.

I'd only ever thought about the past and
what I'd lost.

Vicky showed me that there is a future.

As long as you don't give up hope.

That's right.

We must never give up hope.

I'd like to keep them, Vicky.

They'll be good company.

I'll call one black and one beauty, if
you don't mind. Of course not.

Well, I'll be on my way.

Thank you for patching me up, Doctor.
And thanks for your hospitality, Mrs.

Denning.

And thank you, young lady.

I was finished until you came along.

Beauty did all the work.

But you saved me from something worse
than fire.

Much worse.

Bye.

Bye.