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My love.

Oh, Douglas.

Mrs. Goddard?

I'm Douglas' son, Matthew.

I've loved you

from the first day we met.

Will you marry me?

Matthew and Olivia

have just become engaged.

No more family secrets.

Not for me.

Dawnie could give old Marilyn

a run for her money

in the pins department,

especially when you go

like that!

You're in the family way,

aren't you?

It's them!

James and Olivia.

They're home.

- Where is James?

James could hardly come

home without visiting William.

But when we got to the Riviera,

it was

as if it was destined to be.

Well, shouldn't a father

want what's best for his son?

And what of Georgie, James?

Your son?

I gave up a life for him.

I hope he rots

on the stinking Riviera.

Is it insane to suggest

that we might see

where it may lead?

Only one thing has ever

made me consider marriage.

My own child.

- Anna...

It seems

I'm doomed by sterility.

Doctor No Nuts.

You get one chance.

You've had yours.

Next time,

you'll be swallowing teeth.

You'll be its mistress soon.

It will always be yours

as much as ours,

if that's what you want.

Perhaps we should all go.

- To?

- To Israel.

- Might help me make up my mind.

- About?

I suspect I know

what you're contemplating.

Sharing a faith

would make it easier for David.

Just straight through

to the living room.

No worries.

Shh!

We have to be quiet!

The crows have been attacking

the weaker lambs.

We've employed a man

to cull them.

You won't guess who.

Surely not.

Only part time.

We had our reasons.

He didn't get my nod.

Later.

It'll teach you to go away.

Yeah, clearly.

I've missed this.

How's Dawn been, then?

She gets stonkered easy.

Mm.

It's no wonder.

She's heavy.

Twins?

- Don't even think it.

What's this shindig all about?

Oh, we couldn't wait

to see you all.

Soon as you lob?

Nah, something's goin' on.

Two more to arrive first.

They must have been delayed

on the road.

Oh, so from the city, then, eh?

That's all you're getting.

George is keeping schtum

about all this.

- So?

- You're as bad as Roy.

- Patience!

- You love being mysterious.

Can we, uh, expect you

back at the clinic?

Am I needed?

It's a bit of a schemozzle.

A lot of the men are anti.

- Still?

- Worse.

Stan's geeing them up.

Says we're giving

the women notions.

- Who'd listen?

- Enough to worry about.

Have they thought

of looking in the mirror?

Caro's given him a job here.

Hoped it might settle him.

- Has it?

- See how we go.

So?

We getting you back?

Whatever helps.

Excuse me.

Oh, it's a lovely plane.

Did Mummy and Daddy say

why they wanted us here?

Yes.

And why was that?

It's a secret.

Well, you can tell me.

No.

Only me?

Daddy said not to,

especially you.

He's got your number.

Oh.

Something's definitely afoot.

- How are you bearing up?

- You all right, Dawnie?

Oh, we might pop off,

soon as we know what's what.

Well, you just say so

if you're not up to it.

Ah, excuse me.

I wonder

if it's Anna and Olivia.

- What?

- These mysterious late arrivals.

Home from Hawaii.

That would make four.

Matthew and Georgie, too.

Then perhaps just Anna,

with a new beau.

- An American amorato?

- Any amorato.

A mother can hope.

A mother can.

You may now risk

all of it, none of it,

or part of it

on our board question.

I think we'll take

the $600 Medicine.

Medicine.

All right.

And do you trust yourself,

or do you trust your wife?

I trust my wife.

- I love this show,

but it's very silly.

The Schick test is taken

to determine immunity

to what disease?

Don't trust me with that one.

Diphtheria.

Diphtheria is right.

Bank goes to $1,200.

Any preference?

- Boy or a girl?

- A boy.

Help even up the numbers

when Emma's home from school.

How is she?

Oh, I don't know

where she got her brains from.

It wasn't me.

You must miss her.

It's better

she gets her education.

She wants to be a doctor.

- Ah.

- You're making me giddy.

Nurse was good enough

in our day.

- Times are changing.

David!

Excuse me.

Oh, I meant to ask about

Leah Gold.

No reason for her to rush home

now Larry's gone.

A rock 'n' roll band.

Honestly.

He could be the next

Johnny O'Keefe, his mum says.

They made a record.

Hop over there

and play with your toys.

- He...

He's plane crazy.

They used to fly

over the kibbutz.

Ah.

How was it there?

The kibbutz itself, interesting.

It's an unusual way of life.

The country, it has its issues.

It's...

It's good to be home.

And Sarah?

- Sarah what?

- Oh.

We were just discussing Israel.

Your feelings?

To realize the hope

without doing harm --

That's where the challenge lies.

Well, I was

just about to explain some

of the more eccentric aspects

of living in a kibbutz.

Oh.

- Oh.

Hello.

What's all this?

I have no idea.

They won't tell us.

He wasn't on our list.

We thought

you'd omitted him in error.

Oh, there was a reason for that.

This could be awkward.

Why?

- Oh.

- Yes.

Oh!

Oh, how wonderful.

Yes, yes.

It's he who's coming?

He's returned?

- Not just him.

Oh.

How does it feel?

It's the first time I've been

here not as a part of it.

You?

Last time, I barged in.

At least, this time,

I'm invited.

What?

- Henry's.

- Excuse me, sir.

I'm Poppy, sir. I joined

the household since you left.

Isn't this exciting?

No one knows?

The staff love

being part of the surprise.

- Do you have the...

- In the boot.

You best work quickly.

Ready?

Chop-chop!

You've had no hint

of Anna returning?

No. Her letters dried up

when she hit Hawaii.

They must be keeping her busy.

Henry, welcome.

- Welcome home.

You've been missed,

especially you.

- I won't take offense.

I was talking professionally.

You might want to leave.

Oh!

Do my eyes deceive me?

Too late.

Home is the wanderer,

home from the hill.

- We hadn't expected you.

- We are sorry.

Mrs. Goddard, how thrilling!

Harry!

How ya goin'?

- James?

- Roy.

Everyone.

Surprise.

And a wonderful one, my darling.

Welcome home.

And surely not...

No.

All will be explained.

Deep breaths.

So, he's ended up

with his bit of rough.

It's not like that.

- George.

- Yes.

We'd like you all

to join us inside.

But before then, David...

why don't you come

and tell everybody why...

why we're here?

Mummy and Daddy are married!

All will be revealed

soon enough.

Poppy!

Edith. Beth.

Come on!

- Oh!

- Oh.

Oh.

When was all this managed?

The staff have been busy

behind the scenes.

- Thank you.

Our pleasure, sir.

Well, they have a clear skill

for subterfuge.

It's been such fun, ma'am.

We smuggled most of it down

with us.

We helped.

If you'd all like

to find places.

Uh, please stay.

Thank you, sir.

No, thank you.

- All.

You right, Dawnie?

Do you need a cushion?

- Later.

- I'm not interested.

Looks a bit like

a battleship, doesn't it?

We'll watch him.

Oh, isn't it amazing?

You're looking wonderful.

Well, explanations are required.

Too right.

- Darling?

- Oh, don't you --

- It was your scheme.

As you can imagine,

our different religions

and less-than-orthodox path

to marriage

left us with a dilemma

of what sort of wedding to have.

To avoid confusion, we married

in a civil ceremony in Sydney

before we drove down.

- I so looked forward to --

- I'm sorry.

- Settle.

Aunt Peg is very frail,

and getting her to the registry

office was effort enough.

So she was maid of honor,

James best man,

Harry, a witness.

This, however,

is our true wedding.

Pledging ourselves

before ones we love

in the place that we call home.

And what could be better?

It's like an episode

of "When a Girl Marries."

Forgive us for robbing you

of our traditional trappings.

Yes, and for the subterfuge.

You're forgiven.

And you, sneaky boy.

We would like to exchange vows

by expressing

what our love means to us.

Sarah...

...what can I say,

apart from thank you?

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for challenging me,

changing me, enriching me.

Thank you

for making me a better man.

Thank you for our beautiful boy

and for the future

we will share.

- Hmm?

- Come here.

Good boy.

Go back to Grandma.

Oh.

I love you, Sarah.

Sarah Bligh.

- Finally.

- About time.

- Roy!

Ah, it's my turn.

Um...

George, I'm a fighter.

I

I don't give up easily.

But I had when I met you.

I'd given up on happiness.

I didn't know it...until you

brought it back into my life.

It's been a struggle at times

to hold on to it,

but as I said, I am a fighter.

We both are,

in our different ways.

What a gloriously unlikely pair

we are.

Darling.

Thank you, darling.

But we are a pair.

And here we are.

We three.

Ooh!

Oh, thank you, my loves.

- Kissing. Yuck.

Bravo.

Mr. O'Rourke.

Saved you some wedding cake.

No, I'm off.

Tomorrow, then.

That why all the fuss?

He needs his head read,

old Georgie Porgie.

Her as a missus.

- There's no need for that.

- Ah, keep your cake.

I'd gag on it.

- She was so proud of you.

- She was.

- Sure.

- She was thrilled to be there.

- Thank you so much.

Oh!

- Thank you, dear.

David?

Oh, no. He can have

some of mine. Thank you.

Ah.

You girls

kept your counsel admirably.

- I almost giggled a few times.

So, will it be Mrs. Bligh

seeing to the house now?

Oh, practicalities can wait.

Yes, ma'am.

If you have to leave, leave.

Like a duck to water,

Mrs. Collins.

I think it's probably best.

Excuse me.

The staff have ears.

It was hard enough for him

to stay this long.

There's no need for petulance.

Don't prod the tiger.

- Hm.

Can we talk?

- No.

- Please?

What's there to say?

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Might make you feel better.

It does nothing for me.

I left with every intention

of returning.

But you saw William,

and love blinded you.

So, what's Harry?

- Rough on the side?

- He's my friend.

Oh, very friendly, I'm sure.

I only saw him

because of the wedding.

Enjoy your wedding night.

When you're up to being

something other than a bitch...

...we'll talk.

If not...

...I wish you well.

Perhaps this is what I ran from.

The side of you

that always challenged me.

And why shouldn't I be bitchy?

You brought me here

with the promise of forever

and then found

your Riviera root.

The excitement's exhausted him.

- Problem?

I need some air.

We hadn't expected him, James.

I...

Nothing should ruin this

for you.

I'll settle his nibs.

Back to your celebration.

James needs you more.

He's up there.

Welcome home.

Not home.

Not anymore.

- Thank you.

Anna and Olivia

will be disappointed.

We didn't want

to drag them back from Hawaii

for something so informal.

Well, they'd have appreciated

the choice.

They'd have felt obliged.

We'll telephone them tomorrow.

You're not too disappointed?

The deliciousness of the

surprise saves you from censure.

Mm.

What happened

to your conversion, may I ask?

They didn't want me.

- Surely not?

- I thought you'd be relieved.

Well, I am, of course,

but how offensive!

Oh, they saw right through me.

You see, I was doing it

for love, not love of God.

Any group judging you unworthy,

let alone --

Careful.

I must choose my words.

Probably best.

How much will we have to walk

on religious eggshells, George?

How Jewish

will the household be?

As Jewish as Sarah wants it.

It is her home now.

Getting a taste for it.

A man's not a camel, is he?

- Thank you.

So, Sydney

agrees with you, Mr. Polson?

- Mostly, yep.

- And is there

any particular heart

that flutters there for you?

Oh, fair go, Doris.

Well, we women

consider such things.

He looks so well,

doesn't he, Doctor?

- Changed fella.

Mm.

I'll leave you to it.

See where Caro's got to.

It's such a transformation

from the man who left us...

- how long ago?

- Four years ago.

Four years.

I'm astonished that some lass

hasn't snapped you up by now.

Oh, well, there's too much

choice in the big smoke,

- isn't there, mate?

- Oh, you men.

Dawn, your color, dear.

Mr. Briggs.

You all right, darling?

Seen Caro?

- She's talking with James.

- Ah.

- Happy?

- Very.

You?

Getting by.

Work or...

Uh, Caro and me.

We're mucking along.

How's she with that?

Oh, okay one day,

frustrated the next.

Nothing's changed.

Shows how in love we are.

- Well, we're still trying.

Not today.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Dawnie's not feeling too flash.

- You okay?

- Um, I'm all right.

Want me to look you over?

I-I just need to put my feet up.

Back to the party,

the both of you.

I'll go along just to be sure.

- Yell if you need me.

- It's a lot of fuss over...

Oh!

Oh, dear.

I'm sorry.

My waters.

Hospital for you.

- Too early.

- Come along, dear.

- Isn't it?

Dr. Duncan?

No, we'll see Doctor later.

No fuss now.

Mr. Briggs.

I'll be right behind.

I'll come with you.

I --

No, you won't.

Sorry to bail.

It's

- I'm so embarrassed.

- Don't be silly.

And don't worry.

She's not that early.

- She'll be jake.

We'll pop down later.

- No need.

George will bring cigars.

Are you worried?

She was told not to have

any more after Emma.

- Does Roy know that?

- She doesn't want him to.

If you need me.

- It's your wedding.

Wow.

Peanut butter and jelly.

- Nah.

It's peanut paste and jam, mate.

I mustn't go native.

That is a craving,

however you say it.

Watch your figure.

This is beyond my control.

Where is Matthew?

Settling Georgie.

He'll make a wonderful father.

Why does divorce take so long?

He's worth waiting for.

He is.

So is that one.

I've been wondering about what

sort of father Henry might be.

Is that what you're thinking

when you stare into the night?

That...

and should I tell him?

And, Livvy, how on earth

could I not conceive with Gino

with all the trying...

or with any of the men

in between...

- Anna!

- ...but I did in one night

with the most unlikely person?

So much for specialists.

- Yeah.

My little miracle.

And your confusion.

Yes, that, too.

It can't stay a secret forever.

Unless you decide

to give it away.

No, never.

Not after what happened with me.

My big question is Henry --

to tell or not to tell.

He'll have to guess.

If he saw me now.

If I stay here long enough,

I can fudge the dates.

You don't mind?

I approve.

He would only want you now

for the child.

That's as unhealthy

as my time with James.

Is it wrong to deny him

what he'd so love?

Why complicate your future...

or the child's?

It was one drunken night.

You right?

What do you think?

- How many have you had?

- Two.

Pills, not drinks.

- I may need you.

- Why?

Dawn Briggs has gone into labor.

She's early.

A bit,

but that's not the issue.

When she gave birth

to her first and only child,

she had

a life-threatening hemorrhage.

I've told her I'll let her

attempt a normal delivery,

but the minute

things start deteriorating...

- A Caesar.

So pull it together.

How would you feel?

More worried for Dawn.

- Mrs. Bligh.

- Mrs. Goddard.

Oh, yeah, right.

Sorry to hear

about what happened there.

Thank you.

You're comfortable?

Thanks.

It's just for a night,

of course?

Uh...

I'm not sure

what invitation was extended.

Ah, I'll be driving James back.

Well, I'm hoping

he stays some time.

I don't have to dash home.

Sarah said something about

staying for her first...

- Shabbat...Friday night.

- Did she?

She said she wanted

her friends there.

I see.

Mr. Polson,

I appeal to your discretion.

Your continued presence

can only complicate matters.

Henry Fox.

I don't see how --

James, with divorce imminent,

arrives with a male friend

from outside his sphere,

causing agitation

in another close male friend.

- Just by staying?

- The locals may be naive.

They are not blind.

Is the risk worthwhile?

I don't want to cause

any trouble.

Good.

Thank you.

I'll tell Sarah another time.

There's nothing personal in it.

If I had a tenner

for every time I've heard that.

Oh, that'll be Sarah.

They're off

to check on Mrs. Briggs.

I would prefer this stay

between ourselves, yes?

Sure.

Hello?

Now, we will try

for a normal delivery,

but if things deteriorate...

Oh! You're here.

Good.

Oh.

Keep an eye on Roy.

- How are you?

Oh, I've been better.

- She's a trouper.

- We'll keep him occupied.

- Uh, back in a tick, hmm?

Ah! Ohhhh!

- How's Roy?

- He's sniffed the mood.

I'm just hoping we're not forced

into an emergency Caesar.

Does she know the risks?

She wants to replace

the sons he lost.

Keep him calm.

- Hopefully not much longer.

Can I see her?

Oh, goodness me, Mr. Briggs, no!

Women's matters.

Mysterious women's matters.

You stay right there.

You play it beautifully.

Learned for Douglas.

I've only recently felt up

to revisiting it.

I'd have come back if I hadn't

known it'd make things worse.

Oh, your letter made it clear.

I understood.

Oh, it's been a long day.

There seems little point

in waiting up for them.

Roy's her dearest friend.

It's their wedding night.

You're invited

to her Jewish dinner, I hear?

- Shabbat, Mother.

- I assume we all are.

It presents a weekly dilemma.

There's no obligation.

Making one a refugee from

the dining room each Friday.

Oh, it's so wonderful

to have you here.

Good night.

Night.

Good night, Mother.

Like the Middle East,

we have our Jewish question.

She seems unsettled.

There's a new mistress

in Ash Park.

It's all been notional

until now.

There are some things

I don't miss.

Let me unsettle you.

There's a deft segue.

With a proposition.

It's partly why I'm back.

I suspect Jack won't thank me.

- Good night.

I know it's late.

I can't put it down.

No wonder it's selling.

I heard your advice.

About Henry.

You were listening?

What happened to

"I've had lies and deceit"?

He's a homosexual.

But you made such a noise about

being above Bligh intrigue.

Henry should know,

whatever he is.

I don't agree.

So you're all for truth

as long as it suits you?

- No, I just --

- If it doesn't,

it's just lies all the way?

I call that hypocrisy.

I'd like you to sleep on it.

- Matt --

- Not now.

I'm too disappointed.

The clunk

as he collects his board

has become my alarm clock.

You're up early.

I haven't slept.

We've had

our first disagreement.

Real one.

Oh, he's been dogged at times,

but never like this.

Why?

It's my own fault.

I made such a fuss

about Bligh double standards.

He heard us talking.

I don't understand.

- Henry.

- Oh.

Paternal rights trump all,

apparently.

The fact it's your body

seems irrelevant.

Livvy, I don't want

to cause trouble.

Anna, it's not your fault.

I've an even bigger problem.

It's what kept me awake.

If he was this angry about you,

how can we marry

with a lie over our heads?

What lie?

Georgie.

I've been avoiding the problem.

None of us would say anything.

It's not right

that Matt doesn't know

when he's going

to be his father.

He has to be told at some point.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

The longer I wait,

the less likely that is.

Make it two.

You can't sleep?

No, I was just taking in

the night.

How's Roy's wife?

Sarah's putting on a good face.

The fact she won't leave

the hospital says more.

It's not how I expected

to spend tonight.

I'm sure.

Thank you.

So, how was it?

Looking out over the old domain?

Regrets?

No.

Standing there then,

it brought...

...clarity.

It's my past.

I'm glad I was here

for today, however.

You're not dashing off?

I have that business

in the city.

It's a large part

of why I returned.

It's, uh, too painful

to stay any longer.

Henry?

Memories.

At least give

your grandmother tomorrow.

I hope she understands.

She does.

The morning will suffice.

I will wait for news

of Mrs. Briggs in my room.

Would you like

to take the time now?

Oh, when we're fresh.

An early start.

She's changed.

We all have.

No guilt.

No obligation.

Go.

With our blessing.

At least you know your place.

- Snap!

Oh, you're a clever one.

Mummy, Mummy!

I won!

Where's Mummy?

Let's have another game.

You shuffle this time, okay?

And no cheating, mister.

Oh.

Goodness me, Mr. Polson.

My apologies.

- Fine by me, Mrs. Collins.

That can't be good, eh?

I'll check again.

"In sorrow, thou shalt

bring forth children."

Genesis 3:16.

It's a painful journey

to a marvelous end, Mr. Briggs.

- Fetal distress.

- Dawnie.

There's no time, Roy.

I'm all right, love.

We both are.

- You're my girl.

- She's in good hands.

I love you.

We're all with ya.

She'll be fine.

Promise?

She'll be fine, eh?

- Yeah.

She'll be fine.

I kept him occupied.

He didn't hear.

He's just playing in his room.

Thank you.

So, you all knew about this?

He's part of the family.

Might be best if I moved on.

Stay if you like.

We're going.

Matt insists

we return to Sydney.

There could be

a heartbroken mother back there.

I can't be his father

until I know whoever gave him up

- doesn't regret it.

- It was her choice.

Under what circumstances?

Have you forgotten

the baby you lost?

- No.

- You know the feeling, then.

She should at least know

he's safe and loved.

I'll book the flight.

What if she does regret it?

She's his mother.

He won't even try to see

my point of view.

- You don't have to go.

I do.

If I want him.

He said that?

Yes.

You may not well find her.

And even if you do, it's most

likely she'll not want him.

What if she does?

Well, you deal with it then.

You have two choices.

Go with Matt or break it off.

Now.

How can he do this to me?

It's clearly struck a chord.

I should never have spoken.

But you did.

So?

Do I want someone

who'd ask this of me?

Only you can answer that.

Shouldn't you talk

to Jack first?

I would have, if he'd come home.

I thought all night.

I know with utter certainty.

So he can like it or lump it?

I won't keep limiting myself

because Jack fears change.

I am causing a problem.

You are bringing to a head

something that's always there.

Perhaps this is

the crunch point we need.

Why is he so stuck?

Inverness has always

been his safe place.

Look what happened to him

out there in the world.

Horrors.

You can't talk him through it?

He's a man.

Women share.

You men store.

Dark water stagnates.

- Maybe this will get it flowing.

- If not?

We can't keep on this way.

Ah, good.

Let's make each moment count.

We will.

Grandmother?

There's somewhere

I'd like us to go.

As much as she threatened to,

she never exposed me.

Amongst the hate,

there were specks of love.

Perhaps her final salvation.

That's why

I can tolerate this here.

Not that it was my choice.

What does or doesn't happen

is no longer my affair.

- Father and Sarah want you here.

But do I want to share

in inevitable change?

Ash Park has a new mistress.

I never guessed how hard

it would be until it was.

- The queen is dead.

Long live the queen.

Well, perhaps like you,

my future is elsewhere.

There's always a bed for you

at Cap Ferrat.

The duke and Wallis

may meet their match

- with you at the table.

- Name-dropper.

Well?

I love you.

Thank you.

When so many others mightn't.

What a way we've come.

And how much further to go.

Something to sustain.

Can't be much longer.

Sister Nordm-- Oh.

Mrs. Bligh is just checking.

That's going to take

some getting used to, hmm?

No.

- You want me to --

- No, no.

No.

Best me.

Dear God.

Oh, dear.

Dawnie?

And the little one?

Both?

Roy.

- Mr. Briggs...

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Roy. Roy!

Roy.

Roy.

I got to...

- Can I --

- No.

She'll need you.

Stupid.

I made the right choices.

I did, didn't I?

- You did.

- I felt I did.

The tranquilizers...

- Were out of your system.

- Uh-huh.

We're meant to save.

- Roy?

- Sarah's got it.

I didn't say "I love you."

She said it, and I didn't.

I shoulda.

I come here to ask the old girl

to be there when Dawnie arrives.

She'll be frightened.

Was it a boy or a girl?

A girl.

My boys'll see

their little sister right.

Give her a cuddle.

All there together.

How'd you know I'd be here?

I know you.

They'll like each other,

the old girl and Dawnie.

I used to say,

"You'd have liked her, Dawnie."

A man needs a mate

at a time like this.

Hey, go on.

Go on.

Off you go.