All language subtitles for Episode 10 - Death On The Vine

Wait!

Let me out!

Let me out!

No!

No! No!

Help!

Let me out!

Please!

I'm sure we must be close, Dot.

That's what you said
28 miles ago, Miss,

when we turned right instead of left
at Seymour.

Do you think Mr Voigt's farm
has any baby animals?

I may have used the term 'farm'
loosely, Dot.

What's that supposed to mean?
Well...

Hello!

Good afternoon, ladies.
Clem Ford. You need some assistance?

Ah, good afternoon, Sergeant Ford.
We're looking for the Voigt winery.

You're looking at it.
Just harvested. Oh!

So everyone's in town
for the wine festival.

I'm heading back that way myself.
Thank you.

Winery, Miss?
Don't worry, Dot.

It's strictly business.
I've been called here on a case.

Although we may be forced
to accept refreshments.

Maybe we should wait for Oskar.

Oh, your brother's missed
the last ten years.

I don't think one more's going to
make a difference, hm?

Go on.

Thanks, Val.

Told you to get the lads
to lug everything.

Alright. Well, we all know
why we're here.

Let's all raise our glasses, eh?

Now you all know I'm not really one
for speeches.

So, uh, thank you to everyone,
to the workers and to Frank.

Frank.

I couldn't run this winery
without you, Frank.

My boy, Frank.
- Frank.

Frank.

Alright, enough talking.
Let's drink.

Ah, what about the toast
your dad used to make?

Can't argue with tradition.
Alright then.

Zum Wohl!

May this vintage be
even better than the last.

Prost!
- Prost!

Cheers!

This looks like somewhat
of a dry argument.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr...
Dr Ryan.

But let's not stand on formalities.
Bob will do nicely.

Phryne Fisher.
And may I present Miss Williams.

Lovely to meet you, ladies.

This is a very pleasant get-together.

Yes, yes, the townsfolk gather
every year for a...

Dad! It's Mr Voigt.
He's not breathing!

What?
Hurry!

Yes, yes.

Where? Where?
Through here.

I'm sorry, Erik.

I came in here to find him and
I nearly tripped over him. Oh, Dad!

If we could have all the women
outside, please. Please.

Oskar Voigt, I presume?

How terrible.

I'd arranged to meet him
this morning but I was running late.

A lady detective.

I thought I could offer my assistance

Well, I don't see what assistance

a woman who interferes
in police business could offer.

So if you wouldn't mind.

Frank, take the ladies outside,
please.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about your brother, Erik.

Oskar Voigt asked for my help, Dot.

If we'd arrived earlier,
he might still be alive.

Don't say that, Miss.

The least I can do
is to look into his death.

Valma Brightwell. How can I help?
Phryne Fisher. We have a booking.

No rest for the wicked.

Dr Ryan seems to live here.

Really?

Look how many they lost, Miss.

Two Brightwells. Poor woman.

Her husband and her son,
by the look of it.

Goodbye, then.

I'm afraid I've made
a bit of a mistake.

Oh?
We're redecorating.

No rooms are vacant,
I'm sorry to say.

But there appears to be only
one other booking in your register.

Dr Ryan.

I'm telling you nothing else
is available.

That's a shame, given that you
can only refuse a traveller lodging

if the premises are full.

Or if the traveller
has insufficient funds.

I'll have to do my best
to find you something, then.

Lovely. If you would have our bags
taken up to our rooms.

Meanwhile, we'll take in the sights.

Hello, Doctor.
Miss Fisher.

Uh, my daughter, Flora.

It must have been a terrible shock
for you to find Oskar Voigt like that

I'd made him lunch.

I keep house for the Voigts
and he hardly finished it

before he raced off
to the storage house.

What time, do you remember?
Uh, about one o'clock.

Oskar's only been back a few months.

They've had such terrible luck,
that family.

First Mr Voigt dying and then the
family breaking apart, and now this.

Alright, my darling.

You go home. Frank will take you.
I'll be there shortly, alright?

Have you called the Coroner?
Yes. Well, they've been notified.

But in the case of a heart attack,

the body goes straight
to the funeral director.

He was very young to have
a heart attack.

There was a family history.

The father, Mikael,
he went the same way.

That still doesn't explain the bruise
on his head, his broken fingernails.

Don't think a small-town doctor

can recognise a heart attack
when he sees it?

The small-town doctor might be under
duress to sort things out quickly.

Erik wants his brother cremated
as soon as possible.

He's not wasting much time.
Didn't the brothers get on?

Well, they had business to sort out.

Now, look, if you would excuse me,
I must go to my daughter. Good day.

Miss Fisher. Lady detective.

If I catch you anywhere near
Mr Voigt's body,

I'll charge you with trespass.

Well, I wouldn't want that.
Good.

So the sooner you stop nosing around
and move on, happier we'll all be.

Excuse my intrusion
at this terrible time, Mr Voigt.

Phryne Fisher.
I know who you are.

My brother hired you
to make trouble.

I prefer to see myself as
someone who resolves trouble.

Did you have much contact
with your brother

since he's been living in Melbourne?

No, none.

My brother and my mother

turned their backs
on this place a long time ago.

Allow me.

I've worked this property for
11 years with only Frank to help.

If I want to share my half
of this property with Frank,

then that's my concern.

Oskar didn't need

some fancy detective from the city
to challenge that.

If your brother wanted to solve
a property dispute,

he would have hired a lawyer,
not a detective.

Then why are you here?

Oskar said he'd found
some photographs.

He asked me to investigate
a suspicious death.

Who? What photographs?
He didn't elaborate.

But given that he's now also died
in suspicious circumstances,

it's an odd coincidence,
don't you think?

I wish he had told me more because

I still plan to do the job
he hired me for.

And I don't believe your brother died
of natural causes.

Perhaps we should have
let them redecorate.

Couldn't we stay
in the next town, Miss?

It's all bluff, Dot.
They're just trying to scare us off.

So, what else did you find out
from Flora?

She was the last person to see Oskar
Voigt alive at lunchtime around one.

It's very interesting, Dot.

Oskar had this black substance
like soot

smudged all over his clothing
and his hands

and I found this match dropped nearby

He had a bruise on his head

and his fingernails looked like
he'd been scratching desperately.

The sooner we solve this case,
the sooner we can leave.

But we'll need to examine the body
more thoroughly

before the funeral directors cart it
off first thing in the morning.

Sounds like a midnight break-in
to me, Miss.

Doesn't have to be midnight.

Bedside drawer?

It's alright, Dot.
It's only a carpet python.

But how it found its way
into a closed drawer, I have no idea.

But it looks like you've shot a hole

through Mrs Brightwell's
skirting board.

Everything alright in there?

Ah, perfectly, thank you.
What was that dreadful noise?

Thought you might tell me.

You're right about us
not being welcome, Dot.

So we're leaving?
No!

But we definitely need reinforcements

Just keep your distance. I'll have
housekeeping take care of that.

Good evening, Sergeant.

Doctor.

I'd like to make a trunk call
to Melbourne.

Certainly.

Collins.

Collins.

Collins. What are you doing?

City South Police.
Is that my Collected Shakespeare?

It's Miss Fisher on the telephone
for you, sir.

Hello, Jack?
I'm afraid we're stranded.

My vehicle has broken down
in Maiden Creek

and I find myself
in desperate need of a mechanic.

Uh, don't they have one in the town?

Normally I would attempt
to repair it on my own

but in this instance, I believe
I could use your expert assistance.

It's a very particular problem.

What kind of particular problem,
Miss Fisher?

There seem to be
all sorts of anomalies

but I can't quite put my finger
on the real source of the problem.

You're losing your touch,
Miss Fisher?

You know what they say
about many hands.

As much as I'm enjoying the local
hospitality of this beautiful town,

I wouldn't want to outstay my welcome

Uh-huh. Where did you say you were?
Maiden Creek.

First thing in the morning would be
fine but I'm counting on you.

Goodbye. I'll see you then.

Maiden Creek.

Couldn't help overhearing
about your car troubles.

Hispano-Suiza, am I right?

You'd think the Spanish and the Swiss

between them could build
a reliable engine.

If you can't trust the Swiss,
who can you trust?

Where're you off to?

Oh, just for a stroll.
Take in the night air.

Well, I'd be careful
of the old mine shafts.

There's a lot of them about.

One wrong step in the dark
and it can be a very long fall.

Thank you for the warning, Sergeant.
Mm.

If you want to get
to that winery, Miss,

we'll have to find a way to distract
that police officer.

I agree, Dot.

Collins?

Didn't notification of a death
come through from Bendigo?

Uh, a few hours ago, sir, yes.

Miss Fisher didn't mention it.
Thank you.

Oh, and Collins?
Why are you reading my Shakespeare?

Just in case I ever need
to get my words right, sir,

for a special occasion.

Like a speech or an announcement...

And I think Dot would like me
to improve.

Well, if you ever need to make

some kind of romantic
declaration, Collins...

..you can't go past Shakespeare.

Thank you, sir.

Hello?
What?

Yes, I was wondering if
I could speak to Miss Phryne Fisher?

I'm sorry, I can't hear you. We've
been having problems with the lines.

Can you hear me?
Hello?

Hello?

Collins! Get me the details
on that Bendigo death.

Name and next of kin.
Yes, sir.

Evening, Miss.
Evening, Sergeant.

I wonder if you could help me
find my way back to the hotel?

Who's there?

Show yourself.

Your brother's clothes are covered
in the same residue

I found inside one of the empty vats.

And drag marks clearly lead
from the vat

to where your brother's body
was found.

Even if he had a heart attack,
there are still unanswered questions.

And people who don't want
those questions asked.

You mean Clem?
You tell me.

Does he stand to gain anything?

What...
Clem!

..is she doing here?
Clem!

Get out!
Clem!

Does he?
Does who?

It's alright, Clem.
Miss Fisher's working for me.

Oskar left these behind.

Seems your brother was fond
of the poetry of his fatherland.

He was always better at German
than me.

There are several pages missing.

That's odd. He was very particular
about his books.

Have you seen these before?

No.

Looks like old photographs
of the winery.

Did you know your brother had written
to the Bendigo Standard?

Asking for copies of photographs
from the 1918 Wine Festival.

No, there must be a mistake. The
festival was cancelled that year.

The town planned to hold it late
to celebrate the end of the war

but my father died the night before.

Do you know how your father died?
He wasn't well.

The war took a heavy toll on him.

Do you mind if I borrow
these negatives?

No, if you think it will help.

You know, if you want me to find
Oskar's murderer,

you can't let them take his body away

My name is Ida Voigt.

You telephoned me but
the police have already informed me

about the death of my son.

Perhaps you can assist me.

I need to retrieve
Oskar's possessions.

Of course. Excuse me.

Inspector. Mrs Voigt?

Hello, Mrs Voigt.

Our call was just an inquiry but
of course if we can help in any way.

I told him not to go back
to that Godforsaken town.

They will not be happy
until all of us are gone.

What exactly is your arrangement
with Frank Ford?

I split the profits with him.

It started off
with just a handshake.

I thought you'd crushed
all the grapes.

It's an old variety I keep
just for myself at the house.

Thank you.

I take it your brother Oskar
hadn't been back here for long.

No. He arrived shortly
after I wrote to him

about splitting my share
of the winery with Frank.

I needed Oskar's approval.
He was reluctant?

Well, he wanted it to stay
in the family.

I mean, Frank was happy with things
just the way they were.

It was Clem who wanted his son to
have half a share of the vineyard.

So Oskar was in Clem's way?

Oskar always said
I couldn't manage here alone.

Not with this arm, anyway.
Compliments of the Kaiser.

Fighting for the Allies,
not the Kaiser, by the way.

May I?

Please.

Oh!

I need to know what happened
between you and your brother,

if you want my help.

Erik.

Thank goodness. Someone was here.
The door was unlocked.

My pistol.

It's gone. Pack your bags, Dot.
We're leaving.

We need to get Jack back here
before morning,

otherwise all the evidence
will be cremated.

Hop in the car, Dot.

Leaving already?

Afraid so. City calls.

Motor's working now, is it?
These cars are very temperamental.

Can't trust those Spanish.

Nor the Swiss.

You can't let him do this!

Bendigo Police have ordered the body
be transferred there.

Don't you think it's convenient that
the moment questions get raised,

the body gets whisked away?

You don't understand.

I don't want to be an outsider
in this town.

But he's your brother!
I'm... I'm sorry.

Condolences, Erik.

What's going on?
- Unload that hearse, driver.

What the bloody hell
do you think you're doing?

Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.

I'm afraid that body will have
to remain in town

until the police coroner clears it
for removal.

On whose orders?

Mine. I'm taking over
the Voigt case.

You alright?
All the better for seeing you, Jack.

No-one had any reason to kill Oskar.
There's no evidence of foul play.

And Miss Fisher's car?
Oh, that's nothing to do with me.

She said she was having problems
last night.

She telephoned her mechanic.

Mate, you're a sensible bloke.

You must see, copper to copper,

that what she's saying
doesn't make any sense.

How do you explain the fact
that Oskar Voigt's body was moved?

Where did the soot come from?
The drag marks?

If you had any thoughts on the case,
you could have come to me.

I've already explained
your vested interest

in the Voigt Winery
to Inspector Robinson.

Do you mind accounting
for your movements yesterday?

Oskar Voigt was last seen alive
at 1pm. Where were you?

I was at the Warong Stockyards.

Can anyone confirm that, sir?

Ask the foreman, son.
He'll tell you.

I left there at two o'clock.
The bridge was down on the highway.

It took me an hour to get back.

You would have seen me arrive back
in Maiden Creek just before three.

Convenient.

Look, you won't find
what you're looking for.

Thank you, but right now
I'd like to see my crime scene.

Sulphide.
Don't know what it's doing here.

We burn sulphur sticks
to sterilise the vats.

Is that what Oskar was doing?
Cleaning the vat?

Well, if he was,
he wasn't doing it right.

You burn the stick over a bowl
so it won't stick to the vat.

If the sulphide stays in the vat,
it will spoil the wine.

Sulphide's poisonous, isn't it?
Not to touch.

You wouldn't want to spread it
on toast, I suppose.

Oh, yes, the fumes could definitely
be fatal in a confined space.

Like trapped in a wine vat
with the lid closed?

Yet you were prepared to declare
the cause of death as heart attack?

Did the Sergeant pressure you?

No! No, why would you say that?

Sergeant Clem Ford has done
good service by this town.

And now you're all terrified of him.
No, look, it's alright, Valma.

I knew there was a history
of heart problems in the family.

I assumed that this was the same.

No, no, no, this...
this was my fault.

It's not Clem's.
I jumped to a hasty conclusion.

Where were you yesterday
between one and three o'clock?

At three o'clock I was here
for the first tasting.

And before that?
I was at a solicitor's in Bendigo.

Why?
To contest my father's will.

On what grounds?

That he was not of sound mind
when he made a will

stopping us from selling our shares.

But your father wasn't mad, was he?
He died of a heart attack.

That's what they told us.

If that were true, then why
didn't they let us look at him?

I mean, we never saw the body.
The casket was nailed shut.

I tried to talk to Oskar
about it but...

My father was locked up for years,

away from everything
that mattered to him.

His heart was broken.

The people of this town tried
to save us from the truth.

But I don't believe he died.
I believe he killed himself.

The shot came from over there.

Phryne. Phryne.

Do you want to tell me
what you're looking for?

They haven't been fired.
You only had to ask.

Anything else I can help you with,
Inspector?

Yes. Can I check your gun, Sergeant?

Excuse me.

There is one other thing
I neglected to mention earlier.

Somebody stole my pistol
out of the hotel room.

What kind of town is this?
They make very good wine.

It's lovely here, isn't it, Dottie?
Mm.

Romantic, you might even say.

Yes... Yes, it's idyllic.

If it weren't for the snakes
and the dead bodies.

Mm.

Dot.
Is that...

..Flora?

What is she doing?

Dot.
Flora!

Excuse me, Flora!

You, uh, you dropped this.

Oh, I thought it was
one of my good handkerchiefs.

Some of the children in town
find it a lark

to steal washing off the line
for the scarecrow.

Thank you.

Ah, remind me. Flora is...?
Where's your notebook, Hugh?

Flora Ford. She's Dr Ryan's daughter
but she's married to Frank Ford,

that policeman's son.

It is a small town, isn't it?

She was looking for something.
Didn't you notice, Hugh?

Mm.

Ooh. Looks like some sort of poetry.

Could be a love poem.
Why would you say that, Hugh?

Hm?
You lright?

Mm.
You seem strange today.

No, I'm... I'm good.

Yeah, I'm good.
Good.

Come on, Hugh!

Collins!
Sir. Dot.

Liebeslied.

'But all that touches us
You and me

Binds us together
like the stroke of a bow

That draws one chord
from two strings.'

It's Rainer Maria Rilke.
Very impressive, Jack.

I'll pass that on
to my German teacher.

Hugh was right. A love poem.

And I know exactly who sent it.
Oskar.

Inspector. Your revolver, sir.

Hugh needs to talk with Mrs Voigt

and I want you to get
these negatives developed.

But, Miss...
I'll be fine, Dot.

I, uh, I know a scenic lookout
we could stop at along the way.

We won't have time for that, Hugh.

You must promise me
you'll take Dot straight home, Hugh.

Of course, Miss.

Oh, and Twelfth Night, Collins.

Some kind of police code?

The scarecrow was where
you left messages for each other.

What?

How long was this going on,
you and Oskar?

I'm a married woman.

A married woman who receives
love poetry from another man.

It was about learning the language.
German?

Or the language of love?

That explains
why you were so distraught

when you found your lover dead.

Oskar confided in me about
what a hard choice it was to leave,

about trying to heal the rift
with his brother.

He didn't believe Erik
about his father's death

but I told him I'd heard things too.

What kind of things?

Well, just rumours,
when I was a kid,

that Mikael Voigt had shot himself.

You knew, didn't you?
Knew what? I'm not a mind reader.

About Flora.

You knew he was sending her poetry.
No harm in words.

She's my wife, not his.

He was wooing her under your nose.

And you stood to benefit
from his death. No approval needed.

Half of everything
with Oskar out of the way.

True, but why would I do it?

Erik's always looked after me.
I'm happy as I am.

Tell us exactly where you were
between one and three o'clock.

I was setting up
for the harvest lunch.

Lugging tables,
carting crates of wine.

Was anyone with you?
Look, talk to Valma.

She was the one ordering me about.

I can't be expected to remember
who goes where.

You know everything that goes on
in this town.

You eavesdrop on
every telephone conversation.

I never.

We look after each other here.
Is that what you call it?

There was never any trouble
before the Krauts turned up.

The war was a long time ago.
Not for me.

There's not a day goes by when
I don't see Andrew and my boy

right here, as if they never left.

Inspector! Inspector! It's Oskar.

His body's been taken
from the cool room.

Thank you.

Dottie! Uh, I waited for lunch.

I... thought we could go
to the pie cart.

Maybe a walk through the gardens
afterwards?

Well, have you contacted
Ida Voigt yet?

I've told her landlord
we need to speak with her.

And what about the negatives?

Still waiting for a call
from the lab but...

Then I think we should stay here.

Dottie, I'm sure it would be alright
if we stepped out for a few minutes.

Honestly, Hugh, I don't know
how you can think of your stomach

at a time like this with
Miss Fisher and the Inspector

trapped in that horrible town.

Right, well,
I'll make a cup of tea, then.

Sergeant Ford?

Empty.

He could be anywhere.

The Sergeant mentioned the area
is full of abandoned mine shafts.

Look at this.

Clem Ford said that he left Warong
at 2pm on the day that Oskar died.

He said the bridge was down
on the highway

and it took him an hour to get back.

I checked. The bridge was out.
But look at this track here.

It's a shortcut across the gully.
He had the time.

We arrived as newlyweds.

We had the vines we brought on
the boat. Dornfelder from the Rhine.

Those vines were our life
and we worked so hard

with a festival every year
and people came from all around.

Until the war.

Then my boys marched away
to fight for the King.

And nobody would speak of anything
with a German name.

They locked Mikael up at Langwarrin.

But both your boys survived the war.
Yes.

I went to Station Pier to meet them.

We were so happy it was over.

But while I was away, Mikael died.

Everyone said it was his heart but
I think we all knew that was a lie.

Mikael was as strong as an ox.

He must have killed himself.

What the hell is going on here?

Where's Oskar Voigt's body?

I'd say dropped down
the bottom of a mine shaft by now.

Steady on, cowboy.
Let's go.

You mind telling me
what the charge is?

Why don't we start with obstruction?

Perhaps add 'conspiracy
to pervert the course of justice'?

Then there's always murder.

I told you, I was at the Warong
Stockyards and the bridge was down.

We believe you till that point.
Then you cut across the gully.

When you drove into town,
your car was muddy.

Which is why you asked Frank
to clean it.

I did drive through the gully
but not to kill Oskar Voigt.

I followed Erik to Bendigo.

Make sure he showed up
at the solicitor's.

Get them on the telephone.
Ask him. We spoke after Erik left.

The solicitor said there was a good
chance of overturning the will.

So why would I bother killing
Oskar Voigt? He was born here.

He used to play with Frank...
and all the other kids.

All the other sons
who were lost in the war.

Your son requested these
from the Bendigo newspaper

just before he died.

They seemed to upset him
but we're not sure why.

1918.

But I don't understand.

Mikael was not there
for the festival that year.

He... Mikael had died
the night before.

But this is Mikael.

Maiden Creek Hotel.
How can I help you?

Hello, I'd like to contact one of
your guests, please. A Miss Fisher.

Dot, it's me.
Miss.

We found out something.
It was in the photographs.

Ryan, William J.

Son of the only permanent guest,
Dr Ryan.

What business is that of yours?

None whatsoever.

What goes on behind closed doors
is entirely your own business.

But when it comes to murder,
that's when it becomes our business.

It's the doctor you're protecting,
not Clem.

What's going on?

Hello, Doctor.
Bob, I didn't say a word.

She didn't have to.

You lit the sulphur stick.

When I first met you, Valma
brushed something off your shirt.

Half an hour later,
you were wearing a fresh shirt.

Well...

Valma washed it for you.

But the stain never came out.

I tried my best, Miss Fisher.
No, Valma.

I wondered where that got to.

On the counter, please.

Or I'll shoot.

Valma, please.

And the keys to the cell.

Go get Clem out.

Outside.

I don't think you've thought
this through, Mrs Brightwell.

You can hardly kill us
in broad daylight.

Might be best
not to give her any ideas.

Stay there! What are you doing?

Stop it!

Sorry.

Phryne?
It's alright, Jack.

Valma is obviously
an excellent markswoman

or she would have killed me by now.

And she would have shot you
in the head

instead of just
shooting off your hat.

Everyone, back inside!

Valma, I will give myself up.
- You heard the Doc, Val.

Let her go.
My gun, Valma.

Put it down, Val.

You can hardly shoot the whole town.
You only have three bullets left.

She's right, Val.
Time to put an end to this.

All of it.

No! Don't do this!

You filled out a false death
certificate for Mikael Voigt.

You claimed he died the night before
the cancelled 1918 festival.

Doctor?

It was a bad time for everyone,
especially Valma.

Andrew went
at the beginning of the war.

And then on the morning
of the festival,

I received a telegram about my son.

He was wounded on Armistice Day.

He took that long to die.

When her husband died,
she didn't shed a tear.

She worked hard,
put her grief behind her.

Then when her son died when he did,
too much.

We all decided to hold the festival
late that year.

The Bendigo Newspaper
sent a photographer for pictures.

That would have been the first
festival we had in four years.

They wanted to do a feature
about peace and prosperity.

They took pictures of the banner
and the main street

and then went off
to look at the grapevines.

That's when we saw
the community hall.

I tried to reason with Mikael
to cancel the festival.

But he wouldn't listen.

So the Doc gave it a go.

That's when she did it.

We cleaned up.

And then when
Voigt's wife and sons arrived,

we told them that Mikael
had died the night before.

Oskar Voigt figured it all out,
didn't he?

He'd sent away for a copy
of the death certificate.

He said he was going to
have the body exhumed.

Said he'd hired a detective

to find out what really happened
to his father.

He thought it was Clem. Clem.

All our secrets...

..dragged out.

I tried to convince him
but he didn't care.

I lost them, along with every young
man of fighting age in our town.

And those two Kraut boys
came marching home.

Where's the justice in that?

You killed an innocent man
and a whole town held their tongues.

That's not justice.

Sorry.

There's someone here
who would like to see you.

Oh, Mutter.

Dot, you have a visitor.

Hello, Dottie.

Feel free to help yourself
to a bottle of wine.

Where are the household candles,
Dottie? In the...?

Why? What for?

I wanted this to be perfect, Dottie.

I wanted rolling country hills,
a scenic lookout.

Or a starry night with a full moon.

Now.

'Here is my hand.
That...'

Sorry, I can't...

'You shall from... for... from this
time on be your master's mistress.'

Excuse me?

Oh, no, I don't... I didn't mean...

I can't read it properly
because I turned off the...

Please, Hugh, just stop.

Stop worrying.

Dottie... I love you.

I love you so much.

Because you make everything alright.

And because I... I couldn't imagine
my life without you in it.

Would you do me the honour
of being my wife?

(Yes.)

You will?
Yes.

Oh, wait, wait.

It fits.

Now, that, Hugh Collins,
was just perfect.

Now this...

..is a very special wine.

Well, it's more like grape juice
at this stage but...

..it's special, nonetheless.

To Maiden Creek.

May we never see
the likes of her again.

May I ask what's so special
about this wine?

I crushed it myself.

What with?
With my feet.

Mainly.

Not a bad drop.

And I need to thank you
for coming to my rescue.

Is that what I did?
Eventually.

And you paid dearly
in the millinery sense so...

There.

For the next woman who uses you
for target practice.