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The median nerve's been cut.

Yes, I would say so.

You are looking
for my replacement.

I have suggestions.

The Neal Burton?

- He's interested.
- Why would he want to come here?

He said something about wanting
a change of scenery.

You, Mr. Fox,
are going to be a father.

Miss Bligh, will you marry me?

Don't tell me you are
stupid enough to marry Henry.

All right, I won't.

He's a ruddy shirt-lifter!

Stop it.
Don't say that.

You do not settle
for half a man!

Well, Mama did,
so why shouldn't I?

He loved your mother,
and she loved him.

He killed her.

With his baby.

She's right, you know.

Dawnie would be alive
if we hadn't met.

Snap!

I can't be his father

until I know whoever gave him up
doesn't regret it.

He intends to follow through
on tracking Georgie's mother,

whether or not you are involved.

What was that charade about
earlier?

"I'll respect your decision"?

This is for you and Georgie.

We want you to find the records.

I don't know if they've been
kept or where they'd be.

Well, the police will help
if you can't.

The, uh, papers have been found.

He wants to see us.

Tomorrow.

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So is that...

That's her?

It's, uh,
it's limited information.

The young woman was unmarried
and unable to name the father.

The baby would have been
a source of shame, sorrow.

Of course.

If the child hadn't gone to you,

it would have gone to another
couple who wanted a child.

The question is,
was it her decision,

or was she under pressure?

Some girls have their
own mothers raise the child.

Well, this has jogged my memory
somewhat.

There was discussion at the time
about the child

having been conceived
in difficult circumstances.

S-So she would have wanted him
placed in a family.

Almost certainly, yes.

She may not even want to talk
to us at all.

As I've said before, I can't
really see the value for you

or for her
in bringing it all up again.

We need you to contact her
so we can know for ourselves.

Yes. Well, the difficulty is, of
course, that, um, people move.

Women marry.
Tracking her may not be easy.

Our son Olivia's son

has a birth certificate
with your signature,

with Olivia and James Bligh
named as mother and father.

There was no legal adoption.

Very well.

Do you want me to try?

Yes.

Yes, we do.

Mummy!
Cook said you forgot.

Oh!
I did.

Well, thank you
for looking after me.

See you later, alligator.

After work, Mr. Bourke.

- Bye!
- Bye-bye!

Papa?

May I?

I'm so ashamed about what I said
last night.

I'm sorry.

It's not what I think.
It just came out.

Well, you were standing up
for yourself, I suppose.

No, I was being cruel,
and I regret it.

And I regret what I said
about Henry.

We're both hot-headed.

Could we rewind and pretend
none of it was said?

Zz-z-z-z-t!

Rewound.

I've been thinking
that with Mama away,

I might offer to step in for her
at the women's clinic.

What do you think?

Promise to stay out
of your hair.

Is that a genuine question?

Well, it is your hospital,
and Henry's.

I think you don't even go
into Inverness,

not in your condition.

You stay away from Doris.
You stay away from the town.

Don't they need to get used
to the idea?

I'm interviewing someone.
Excuse me.

Papa.

At the very least
the very lest

have some respect
for this family.

To the world, you are a Bligh.

Act like one.

You do know that we're trying
to protect you.

Times will change.

A rocket will take a man
into outer space someday.

Until then...

Father, the baby
that I'm carrying is a miracle,

and that's partly why
I want to hold my head up high

and share my... my pride.

I could bring hope to women
who come into the clinic

worried that they'll
never conceive.

No woman around here
will think that.

So it's off to the home
for fallen girls?

We can control the gossip here.
Much less so out there.

Don't play into the hands
of the likes of Stan O'Rourke.

Well, they're going to have to
get used to it sooner or later.

I'm not ashamed.

Marry Henry.

Even if you marry and divorce,
give your child a chance.

Good morning, Sister Bligh.

Might I have a word to you
about young Emma?

It's just I've been up with her
most of the night.

She's just so terribly,
terribly distressed.

Well, perhaps Dr. Duncan
can see her,

prescribe her something
to help her sleep.

Oi! You!
I'm talking to you.

- Mr. Bailey, what do you want?
- Watch yourself, Jacko!

The witches have arrived!

Stan's missus and kids
not enough for youse, eh?

Shut that clinic down
or it'll get shut down for you,

you home-wrecking tarts.

Let's go.

Oh!

Yes.

Neil Burton, Jack Duncan.

Mr. Burton, welcome.

Neil, please.

Ah.
Thanks so much for coming.

Good trip up?

Shorter than one thinks.

Please.

I'll stand for a while
if you don't mind.

Uh, some tea?

I'll take a look around first,
I think.

If you'd prefer.

Well, at least we've got
some space here to expand.

That's a plus.

They're running out of land
at the Prince of Wales.

Buildings crammed up
like something in Calcutta.

We have hoped for some time

that this hospital could become
a regional hub.

I assume that was your argument
for your new surgical wing.

Oh. All going well.
That's stage one.

Actually, the minister's
talking up this area

as the next
state health district.

That's the latest jargon.

I had a round of golf with him
after we spoke.

Your board's been in his ear,
I believe.

It's all about specialization
these days.

Any thoughts on adding to these?

Not at the moment, no.

Oh. Well, no problem.
Just wondering.

We're kept on our toes here,
really.

Probably a more interesting mix
of cases than, uh...

Well, plenty of variety.

Let's put it that way.

Still, you might want to add
to that degree down the track.

With the advances in medical
technology over the next years,

we're in for a very
interesting ride, I think.

Shall we give Neil
the guided tour?

Unfortunately I have a patient.

- I couldn't cancel.
- Oh. Of course. Of course.

I'll catch you up.

Excellent.

So what are you thinking,
old chap?

Median's done like a dinner.
And the flexor tendon.

Oh, that's bloody bad luck.

But I don't need to tell you
that.

I'm lined up to see
Benjamin Frank for surgery.

You were a wonderful student,
and you're a marvelous surgeon.

You're not destined
to lick stamps behind a desk.

Sounds like it.

To my way of thinking,
you stay on here as my 2IC,

take on general medicine.

We build this place together.

Depending on your outcome, you
could do the simpler surgery.

Oh.
I don't think so.

Well, then you assist me
pre- and post-op.

Make sense?

This Dr. Duncan,
he's he's been here yonks.

He's basically a GP.

He's very well liked.
Very.

He's a pleasant enough chap,

but resting on what might
loosely be called his laurels.

He's the backbone of this place.
The staff are devoted to him.

He's stuck.

The next decade's upon us.

There's no place for fossils
in it.

Where to now?

Are you sure, Mrs. Costas?

Well, if you change your mind
or if it would help,

I could talk to Mr. Costas.

I...

Uh, no.
I understand.

Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Bad time?

No.
Just a surprise.

How can I help?

Well, I was thinking
that I could help you

here, fill in for Mama.

Give you a bit of time
to go into town.

You were saying you'd like to
take David to the synagogue.

Or maybe you and Father
could see a show.

I do shorthand,

and I've been known
to take instructions.

And I can operate a Gestetner.

Well, I can't do that,
but I could learn.

Well, I thought you would like
an appointment.

Not yet.

And just so you know

Papa, he doesn't think this is
a good idea.

- But he'll come 'round.
- And where are we with Henry?

Muddling through.

How do I put this?
Um...

"As broad-minded as I am..."

Go ahead.

One man threatened
to burn this place down

because his wife left him.

I've just had abuse
from some of his mates

and two cancellations just now.

We think we're providing
a much-needed service.

But to others, mainly men,
we're destroying families,

tearing down the moral fabric.

Not only tearing it down,
but draping ourselves in it

and dancing naked
under the full moon.

And a deviant woman
would add to the brew.

Miss Anna!

I heard you were back
from Hawaii!

Thank you.

Doris was also the brunt
of the abuse this morning.

Oh, indeed, indeed.

I keep seeing the whole thing
in slow motion.

Oh, Miss Anna!

How lovely to have you back!

Thank you, Mrs. Collins.

You're...

Yes.

And you've...

Sometimes the ladies' fingers
They They can't wear the...

No, I'm not married,
Mrs. Collins.

And I'm having a baby.

The two things,
they don't always go together.

Oh.
I see.

Oh.
Well, it's...

That's interesting.
Yeah.

All right.
Well, excuse me, miss.

Nothing will ever change
until people are challenged.

Same goes for those bullies
out there.

It's not like you
to just cave in.

Or you could keep a low profile
until controversy dies down.

Anna, I...

Good timing.

Where's Dr. Duncan, please?

He was called
to the delivery ward, sir.

Oh.

Well, while we're waiting

Ah.

Mr. Fox, I just slipped a note
under your door.

Mr. Neil Burton,
it's my pleasure to introduce

Miss Anna Bligh.

Mr. Burton is visiting us
from Sydney.

Pleased to meet you.

My wife has read all your books.

Oh.
How wonderful to hear.

But I must run.

If you'll excuse me.

It was lovely to meet you,
Mr. Burton.

No rush.

Miss Bligh?

She's leaving a bit late
to head to the altar.

Wife won't be too impressed.
I'll say that much.

They're certainly a worry,
daughters.

I still have two on my hands.

Actually, I've proposed to her.

To Miss Bligh.

You'd take on
another chap's child?

No.
I'm the father.

Well, you two
had better hurry up, then.

Unless you want
your fiancée's books

tossed into
the proverbial bonfire.

Look, I think it best
you thank Dr. Duncan for me.

I'll be in touch.

Good news on the marriage.

Won't do your reputation
any harm.

In fact,
it'll do it the world of good.

Yeah. Yes.

Right.

Yes, Doctor.
We realize that.

It's number 29, correct?

Good day to you.

She wants to meet with us.

This afternoon.

She only lives in Strathfield.

Her name is Avril Newman.

Miss.

Did she...

Did she say why?

We're not taking Georgie.

She can't make us do that.

How about I go
in the first instance,

understand her expectations?

I'm so afraid.

And that's why I'll go first,
yeah?

Be discreet, won't you?

You can say that James and I
separated amicably.

She doesn't need to know
any more than that.

"And is this the extent of
your qualifications, old chap?

Is this the best you can do?"

He didn't say that.

It's like one of those Pommy
captains we had in the war.

If I couldn't work
with the old Henry,

I sure as heck can't work
with this bloke.

He is very good, though.

There are plenty
of other medicos out there.

Life's too short.

Henry certainly wouldn't be able
to cop him.

That's a shame.

When I asked him a question,
he answered Henry.

- One of those.
- One of those.

Never actually spoken
to a nurse.

That's it.
You're all a blur of white.

- "Next."
- "Next."

Henry!

- Miss Bligh.
- That was quick.

I didn't mean for you
to take time out of your work.

I'm a supernumerary
at the moment.

Anyway, that may change.

I couldn't quite glean
your response from this.

I assumed you were being
discreet.

Henry.

Are you serious?

For God's sakes Anna,
we'd be perfect.

- You're not thinking clearly.
- I am, I'm afraid.

"Mummy, why do all the other
children call me a bastard?"

Stop.

"Because even though your father
wanted to marry me, love me,

support me, have a
a fun-filled life together,

I refused him
to make some social point,

which failed miserably,

and now you'll suffer
for the rest of your life."

Attitudes to single mothers
will change.

And my type will become
prime minister one day.

Our little haven.
That's what we said.

We'd be marrying
because I fell pregnant.

It's as good a reason as any.

W-We could carve our own way.

I can't.

Well, just a word
from the front line.

Fighting shame ain't
what it's cracked up to be.

Henry, you'll always
be involved.

Wrapped up
in your grand statement

against church and state,

against your family
and God knows what else.

I'm not sure I want to be part
of that.

Well, I want you to.

- Hello!
- Out here!

Elizabeth.

I asked Elizabeth over
to join me.

What happened?

Georgie's gone up to the house.

Well, she lives with her mother.

She's now 22.

She asked a lot of questions.

Such as?

His name, is he happy,
what he likes to do,

what sort of a life he has.

And?

And she wants to meet him.

And you.

No.

- No.
- It's her right, Livvy.

Did she give him up willingly?

That is all you needed
to find out.

It wasn't something
she could answer.

She either did or she didn't.

Why couldn't she answer that?

I promised her we'd come back
tomorrow.

We have to hear her out.

Would you both... excuse me?

I think it's best tomorrow.

Why not let her do this
at her own pace?

'Cause sometimes the Band-Aid
has to be ripped off.

You express empathy for Olivia,
but can you actually feel it?

Can you feel empathy for a woman

who's lost her child
and wants to embrace him?

I can.

What is Georgie going to make
of this?

A stranger hugging him,
weeping over him.

It is cruel.

If she makes a case
for having him back,

then she won't be a stranger
for long.

This is my great-grandson
we are talking about.

He's not a parcel.

He's not a bill of goods.

From this family's
point of view,

you are behaving most harshly,

and you should put a stop
to this.

That's the problem right there.

You people are incapable
of seeing anything

other than your own point
of view.

Our way or the highway.

You really don't like us,
do you?

Individually, yes.

Collectively...
I reserve my judgment.

Georgie darling?

All right.

Oh.
Quick sticks!

We are going on an adventure.

Just checking the fine print.

There isn't any, Delia.

Oh, I trust you, James,
but thousands wouldn't.

We are in business.

Can't you wait until
this Georgie matter is settled?

That's why I brought
my flight forward.

If I thought it would help
Georgie in any way, I'd stay,

but... my being here is
just adding to the complication.

I have to leave it to Livvy
and Matt.

Oh, Carolyn's idea
for the Australian letterhead.

Cap-Ferrat, Sydney, Melbourne.

Melbourne's a white lie
for now.

I like it.

Perhaps my name
is slightly larger font.

We won't let you down.

Thought never crossed my mind.
Now

Excuse me, Mr. Bligh.
Um, Mrs. Bligh is here.

She'd like to see you.

She said to tell you that
she has Master Bligh with her.

Where are they?

On the veranda
at the moment, sir.

Would you please do
two ice cream cones?

- Quick as you can.
- Yes, Mrs. Duncan.

I'll keep Georgie occupied.
Send Olivia in?

Sitting room.

I'll be back.

We're finding lizards.

Ah! Do lizards like ice cream
or is it little boys?

Little boys!

I might just pop inside.

Good idea.
Take your time.

Did you know there is
an old bird nest in that tree?

We can do this.
Just... start a whole new life.

Matt can't stop us.

You'd only be making it worse.

If you were to leave the country
now, with Georgie, this

Think about it.
This woman, this

It doesn't matter her name.

I only told you that
because we know it now,

not because it matters
who she is.

If she chose to lay claim
to Georgie...

Don't even think it.

...you'd be compounding
the problem.

The law could call it kidnapping
for all we know.

You don't want him anymore,
do you?

Livvy.

If you did,
you'd be out there now.

You couldn't stand
not being with him.

Seeing me again for such a short
time would only confuse him.

I'd be leaving him
all over again.

We decided that.

But you'll accept his going off
to a perfect stranger.

But it might not happen.
Probably won't happen.

One step at a time.

She's the kidnapper,
not me, James.

Look.

He still likes
his Matchbox cars.

There are times when I rue
the day you started him off.

You come whenever you want to.

But you must clear things
with this woman first.

The only reason
I agreed to find her was...

to save my relationship.

Selfish, really,
when you think about it.

You love Matt.

Yes.

And do you think you'll still
love him when this is over,

whichever way it goes?

You are the strongest woman
I know.

Remember that.

Once you've seen her,
telegram me with any news.

I'll phone immediately.

I always will.

My goodness!
Olivia!

Oh, I thought you were
one of the maids!

They're always crying
over something.

I'm I'm so sorry.

I-I just needed to...

Of course.
Of course.

What's happened?

I've...

Oh, I've made such a mess
of things!

Oh.

If you wish to share...

Oh, please. Don't
Don't let my garb deter.

Yoga.
It's quite the thing.

You know, my Andrew holds you
in such high esteem.

He's always asking after you.

- Is he?
- Mm.

How ironic.

I've been thinking about Andrew,
actually.

Have you?

All this.

This is all Andrew's work...

...and if things end badly...

...Andrew's fault.

I don't know what you mean,
dear.

My Andrew?

Andrew Swanson?

I don't know where they are.

They could be anywhere.

Let's just pray she hasn't done
something stupid

and taken Georgie with her.

Olivia wouldn't.

It's exactly
what desperate women do.

I don't know if anyone else
realizes this in your family,

but Olivia is, deep down,
a very fragile girl.

What, you don't agree?

I'm sure she'll be back soon.

She called you while I was out.
You know where they are.

Ah.

- Guess what, Grandma!
- Oh, I give up.

Aunt Caro gave me two ice creams
and said don't tell.

You funny sausage!

- Scallywag.
- Right. Come on.

Tell Grammy what else
you've been up to.

- Birds' nests.
- Oh!

- Lizards.
- Birds' nests.

Two.

I called the Swansons'.
Maid said you weren't there.

I've been worried sick, driving
around trying to find you.

We'll go to see her tomorrow.

You're right.
It's pointless to delay.

I'll telephone her
and make a time.

I've decided to take Elizabeth.

Really?

I-I think it'd be
more manageable

just thew two of us and Georgie.

I mean just we two women.

And Georgie, if we must.

Y-You're not thinking straight.

One minute you don't want
her interference, and now

Will you please listen to me
and respect my decision?

You're making a mistake.

Perhaps I am.

But at least it's mine.

I could throttle Andrew
with my bare hands.

I had no idea all these years.
None.

It's a secret Olivia
would have taken to her grave.

Except I can't believe

that he tried to use it
to his advantage.

I mean, that really was
Andrew's ratbag period.

I mean, now, of course,
he's a lovely young man.

He's out there
changing the world.

But that's... a little bit
too late for her

and for all of you.

I feel so ashamed.

Oh, please don't be.

Our family loves you
and Georgie.

Oh, there's nothing you can say,
really.

I think I'll go and take a bath
before dinner.

And drown myself.

Honestly. Children.

Who'd have them?

Oh.

A present from Georgie.

He thought it might be
a nice thing

for ladies
to put their earrings in.

Now I might never see him again.

Oh.

It's all too bad.

I...

Some years before I met you...

...I had a baby.

And I had to give her up.

I am so sorry.

It's all a bit too close
to the bone.

Of course.

Of course.

You need Mrs. Duncan back,
Sister Bligh.

Filing is not my forte.

But this decoration business,
isn't it right up her alley?

I remember when she first
came back to Inverness.

Her outfits, her colors.

People didn't know
what to think.

But I was familiar with the word
"bohemian,"

and I'd say to them,
"Take no notice.

Miss Carolyn is a bohemian.

And my step-daughter, Anna?

I'm not sure
that the wilds of Bohemia

will protect Miss Anna
in quite the same way.

What are people saying?

I don't like to gossip.

But if you did, then...

Who is the father
is of primary interest.

Well, whatever you can do
to put a stop to rumors,

we'd appreciate.

Women's clinic.
Sister Bligh speaking.

Yes, she is.
Right here.

I'll tell her.

Emma's waiting to see you.

Oh!

Do you know, she's becoming just
like the daughter I never had.

Does that sound foolish?

No, it doesn't.

Not at all.

Oh.

I could go up there
and take a look if you'd like.

- Appreciate it, Roy.
- Excuse me, sir?

Mrs. Collins and Miss Carvolth
to see Mr. Briggs.

You expecting them?

No.

Wish me luck.

It's, um, not always easy
to find it in one's heart

to, you know, mend fences.

And that's all I'll say.

She...

Your mum...
was very proud of you, Em.

The way you study and you got
your head screwed on right.

Y-You should remember that.

If she hadn't met you,
she'd still be alive.

That may be true.

She was too old to have a baby.

It wasn't planned.

But... once we got over
the shock...

...she w
she was over the moon.

But...

You blame me, Emma.

If it's gonna make it better,
you do that.

You You blame me
for the rest of your days.

Mum would be really cranky
if I did.

We'd know about that, for sure.

Yeah.
She'd give you that look.

Wouldn't have to say much,
but... but you knew.

And then half an hour later,
she'd forget about it.

And she'd get cranky at herself
'cause she...

she'd start being nice again.

Maybe a tree?

With a plaque.

With her name on it?

Yeah.

That's what we'll do.

Well, Mum used to say, you know,

"If rich people do these things,
then why not us?"

Why not?

In we go to visit the nice lady.

Is she nice?

Shall we?

In we go.

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

It was a terrible time
back then.

- I'm sure.
- Beep! Beep!

We didn't even know
she had a boyfriend.

She always kept herself
to herself.

But you can't give up
your newborn and not regret it.

No.

My late husband and I
offered to raise the child,

but Avril was adamant.

And before we knew,
it was adopted out.

Perhaps that's why she's so keen
to see him now.

This makes me so...

Just... thank you.

Just so happy I...

It was so unexpected.

I never thought
this day would come.

A the telephone call and...

Teddy likes watching you.

Yes, he does.

This is teddy's favorite car.

Oh, is it, now?

And which one's yours?

Spotted Roy a little while ago,
seeing off Emma and Doris.

Emma kissed him goodbye.

Very good.

At least things are working out
in that department.

Yes.

I wish my problems
were as easily fixed.

That's exactly what you used to
do when you were a little girl.

Except you had to jump up
on a butter box,

as opposed to on your soapbox.

You never stop worrying about
your children, just so you know.

Father.
Your first parenting tip.

And I have a feeling
not my last.

Henry. Hard man to catch.
You got a sec?

Neil Burton.

A man with so many letters
after his name,

he's falling over them.

He's obviously too bombastic,
not the right fit for here.

You want to call him or will I?

I'll do it if you like.
No skin off my nose.

When did you decide this?

Oh, about two minutes
into the interview.

And I assume you feel
the same way.

Well, he'll just go straight
to the board.

Well, we'll cut him off
at the pass.

You are backing me on this?

He's one of the top surgeons
in the country.

You are backing me on this?

The writing's on the wall.

He wants this place.

And he'll get it.

Hang on.

Your writing on the wall
is not the same as mine, is it?

He's promised you something.

And you've been avoiding me.

He's offered you a deal.

Spit it out.

His 2IC in general.

Advise on surgical matters.

In general?

And the piece you're leaving out
is he sees you replacing me.

You've talked about buying up
a GP practice somewhere.

Once, about three years ago.

So how did it go
when Mr. Burton laid this out?

You stood up for me, I suppose.

You told him to get stuffed.

"If Duncan gets turfed,
I'll be out the door with him"?

Along those lines?

I am preparing you
for the inevitable.

If it's not me,
it will be somebody else.

Well, the writing on the wall
spells out "Judas" to me.

Get out of my office, please.

The wedding's off, by the way
in case you haven't been told.

Just get out!

Mr. Fox.

Not now.
Not now.

Now I'm driving off,
over the mountains.

Over the mountains by myself.

Let's put the Morris car
over here with the other one,

shall we?

It's just called Morris,
not the Morris car.

Could Georgie have
a piece of cake?

Oh. Yes,
if it's not too much trouble.

Excuse me, Mummy.

Would you and Mrs. Goddard
take Georgie to the kitchen?

He'd like a piece of cake.

Oh. Yes.

I don't think I've ever been
this happy.

He's grown into
such a lovely boy.

Yes.

He so looks like his father.

It's uncanny, really.

So looks like his father.

Like his father and... mine.

His and mine.

Do you understand?

Oh, my God.

After this, it all stopped,
and then he died.

You love him so much, don't you?
Georgie?

Yes.

Yes.

Mr. Fox would like to see you,
ma'am, outside.

Papa said you had a new car.

Bought it yesterday.
Cheer myself up.

It worked.

Well, would you like to come in?

I should get going.

Well, good luck
with the surgery.

Thank you.

And then?

Greener pastures and all that.

The next chapter in the novel
that is my life.

It's a page-turner.

Henry, are you okay?

I'm just catching up
to how completely right you are.

What I was thinking,
I-I really don't know.

A bientôt.

Henry.

Just Wait. Wait.
Henry.

We're going to be parents.
That's not going to disappear.

No, it is not.

Promise me you'll stay
with friends.

You've got good pals in Sydney.
They'll want you to.

She'll be apples.

Where's Georgie?

You've lost him?

I'm not coming back.

What happened?

Avril Newman gave Georgie away
because she'd been broken

completely broken
by a man who had convinced her

that what he was doing to her
was out of love.

Whereas in fact
he was brutalizing her

until she no longer knew
which way was up.

Well, is Georgie still there?

He's at Prudence's.

Goodbye, Matt.

Someone will come
to pick up our things.

No.

No!

No!

I love you.
I love you both.

This isn't what I meant.

We have our whole lives
together.

You love your version of me.

The me who will never disagree
with you,

never challenge you,
a level of perfection

you certainly never demand
of yourself.

Livvy, stop.

Please, Livvy, listen to me.

Just stop.

Olivia!

Just wait!

You'll be sorry!
You'll regret this!

Matthew...
I just wanted to say thank you.

I could never reconcile
the Douglas I knew

with the man who had supposedly
ostracized his son.

Now I see you
for who you really are.

You've given me my Douglas back.

It's you.

Just the car's been sitting here
for a while and, uh...

Where are you trying to get to?

Just tell me
where you want to go.

I d

I... I don't... know.

I don't know.

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