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♪ Don't mind the rain
or the rolling sea ♪

♪ The weary night
never worried me ♪

♪ But the hardest
time in a sailor's day ♪

♪ ls to watch the
sun as it dies away ♪

♪ The finest ship
that sails the sea ♪

♪ It's still a prison
for the likes of me ♪

♪ But give me wings
like Noah's dove ♪

♪ I'll fly up harbour
to the girl I love ♪

- The curator agreed
to remove the paintings

from the exhibition
and sent a letter

to the artist inviting him to
submit some alternatives.

Unfortunately, the offer
was refused point-blank.

He's now threatened
to go to the press.

- Sorry, this is Mr. Norman
Lindsay, I take it?

- You've heard of him.

- Well, I like to keep abreast.

- The last thing we
want is a scandal.

Anyway, here they are.

- Yes.

- I suppose a case could
be made for the first three.

They're merely vulgar.

But this one is
certainly blasphemous.

- And I gather you want
me to try and talk him round?

- It's on the way
to your new parish.

And to be honest,
I think an outsider

has more of a chance
of getting through to him

than any of us locals.

I gather you were something
of a progressive at Oxford.

- Well you mustn't believe
everything you hear your grace

but yes, element
of truth in that.

- He's quite happy to put you

and your wife up for the night.

I think he rather relishes
the idea of a good argument.

- Yes, well certainly
if his reputation

is anything to go
by, I'm sure he'd love

nothing more than
to shock the socks

off any churchman
that goes near him.

Your grace, may I
introduce you to my wife?

I don't think you've met.

Estella, the Bishop of Sydney.

My wife, Estella.

- Welcome to Australia.

- Thank you.

- Morning.

- Tickets, please.

- Do you know if
a taxi's waiting?

- Yeah.

There's not.

- I, um, understand
one was booked

to go to Mr. Lindsay's place.

- Doing a bit of
modelling, are yous?

- No, I certainly am not.

- Taxi's been a bit late lately.

You'd be better
off down at the pub.

- May we leave our baggage here?

- I'm just about to knock off.

It'd probably be pilfered.

- Would you mind giving
us a hand with it, then?

Oh, I'm awfully sorry.

- I'll forgive ya.

Millions wouldn't.

- Oh, dear.

- Try the pub.

It's just down the hill.

- Morning.

- Get fucked.

Get fucked.

Ah, fuck.

Aw, fuck.

- Watch the language, everyone.

- Gents only in the bar.

Ladies' lounge is
through the door.

- Yes, we don't want a drink.

We just want a taxi,
if there is such a thing.

- Reg is at a funeral.

- I see.

- You could be
in for a long wait.

' Oh, yes?

- It's his funeral.

- Well.

Thanks.

"Hey. I got my eye on you!

- Where yous goin'?

- Out to Mr. Lindsay's place.

- We're goin' out that way.

We can give you a lift.

- Thank you, thank
you very much.

- After we finish our beers.

- Anthony?

They can't wait forever.

- Fine. Come on, then.

♪ Praise my soul
the King of heaven ♪

♪ To his feet
your tribute bring ♪

♪ Ransomed, healed,
restored, forgiven ♪

♪ New life brings his
grace should sing ♪

♪ Praise him, praise him,
praise him, praise him ♪

- Thank you.

- Thanks for the lift.

- I don't mean to be rude but

you got a bit of food on
the side of your mouth.

- Thanks.

- See ya later.

- Sorry about that, Piglet.

You all right?

They swear an awful lot.

They tend to don't
they, types like that?

- They didn't
really say anything.

- Good.

Now, where is everyone?

- Maybe Mr. Lindsay
changed his mind.

Oh, look, there's
something here.

Dear visitors, Sorry
if we've missed you.

Gone out for a picnic.
Make yourselves at home.

- Well, I suppose
we'd better not go in.

- Let's sit over by the pond.

- Mrs. Campion?

- Hello.

- What, ah, sorry.

I was fast asleep there.

You must be Mr. Lindsay.

Lindsay Campion, my wife Norman.

Estella.

- Just out from England?

- That's it, yes. We arrived
just a couple of weeks ago.

- So they weren't
game to send a local?

- Well, you, you're
exactly on our way, so.

- Oh, well.

I'm glad you got
here in one piece.

You'll have to excuse me,
I've gotta get back to work.

- Giddy and Sheela'll
show ya to your room.

You'd probably like to
freshen up before dinner.

- We'd love to, thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- You take that
for me, thank you.

- This way, ladies and gents.

- Maggie!

- Maggie!

- Thank you.

Lovely.

- You'll have trouble sleeping.

She sleeps next door
and she snores terribly.

- I do not.

- She sounds like
two possums mating.

- That's so horrible
and it's not true.

- Whereabouts is the, uh?

- Take him out to
the thunder box.

- Just a tick.

- I've never snored in my life.

- I think snoring can
be quite charming, actually.

- This way.

- Why on Earth do they
call it a thunder box?

Is that because it's out
in the wind and rain?

- I suppose.

But you always need
to keep your shoes on.

- Are there stinging nettles?

- Yes, and scorpions
and centipedes apparently.

- Hell.

- Can you swim?

- Not very well.

- I'll wake you
up in the morning.

There's a swimming
hole we go to every day.

I'm Sheela.

- Estella.

- Does he always
take the Bible with him

when he goes to the dunny?

- It wasn't the Bible.

He just doesn't like
wasting time, that's all.

- Well, from the size of it,
he could be there all night.

I should've warned
him about the redbacks.

- What are they?

- Small spiders with big teeth.

They live under
toilet seats usually.

- How do you know
if they're there?

- By the screams.

- Ah, there you are.

Mr. Lindsay's
wonderful, isn't he?

He said we're gonna
do The Sirens next.

Do you know about them?

- Certainly.

- They lived on
the island of Atlantis

and sang songs from the cliffs

and sailors from passing ships

were driven mad by
these gorgeous voices.

And the ships would be
dashed against the rocks

and the sailors would be
dragged down to a blissful death

with the voices of the
sirens ringing in their ears.

I think myths are
a bit stupid, really.

I'll be wearing this.

You know, you could
pose, too, if you like.

He always needs more models.

Go on, try it.

Please.

There's some male ones too.

- Well I don't think that's
quite for us, thank you.

- Well, you could
always wear a dagger,

strategically placed.

Or a sword.

Whichever you need.

And dinner's ready.

- Oh, that's right.

I was sent to fetch you.

I don't like people thinking
that I'm like the other models.

I'm actually working
here as a maid you see,

but when Mr. Lindsay asked
me if I'd like to pose for him

and I said I would if I
could keep my clothes on.

Because I really
think it's important

to keep one's mystique,
don't you, Mr. Campion?

Is it Mr. Campion
or Father Anthony?

- It's, uh, it's Tony.

- Do you think it's a sin Tony?

- I don't think there's anything

sinful about the human body.

In fact there's a whole
tradition of religious

painting featuring in which
the nude frequently appears.

I think it's just a question of

how the artist uses the
body that's important.

- So, do you think
Mr. Lindsay's paintings are rude?

- Some I think are profane.

- Oh, that's good.

I'm starving.

I only get eat once a day
cause my mother's very fat

and I have to be careful
cause it runs in my family.

You should see my grandpa.

He looks like the Michelin Man.

Do you know the Michelin Man?

The one with all those
motor tyres around him?

He eats like a horse!

He puts tomato sauce on
absolutely everything he eats.

- It was a very
enlightened society.

The artists made
all the decisions.

That's why there's no
record of any warfare

between the Atlanteans
and anyone else.

The main question
is, where was it?

The Mediterranean
is the most likely spot.

They're always digging
up bits of pottery and vase's

and so on that don't belong
to any known civilization.

- How could a complete
people just disappear?

- Well, a cataclysm.

They were all wiped
out in a cataclysm.

Whole island sank
in an earthquake.

- So you're a genuine
believer in Atlantis, Mr. Lindsay?

- Well, I lived there,
in a former incarnation.

- I just ask because
the cataclysm

can be seen as an
image of moral collapse

and a lot of people
think we're going

through a similar
period of decay now.

I just wonder if
that's something

you're exploring
in your painting?

- Well Mr. Campion,
I think people

have always been decaying
actually, whenever they can.

- He's just a very depraved
man, I'm afraid, Mr. Campion.

- No one's safe.

- I'm bloody bored.

- Have you seen
those fairies lately?

- Well a couple of them
were out last Friday.

- They were not.

- They were too.

They always come out
on Fridays, round midnight.

- They do not, do they, Mummy?

- Yes they do. You just don't
see them cause you're asleep.

- Tonight's Friday,
as a matter of fact.

But then you'd be too bloody
bored to see them, would you?

- No, I'm not, Mummy.

I promise I won't be bored.

- Even bloody bored?

- Promise.

Well, if you're gonna
be up at midnight,

you better get to bed now.

Give your pa a kiss goodnight.

Say good night to everybody.

- Good night, everybody.

- Do they really come, Mummy?

Fairies only live in books.

- The Industrial Revolution
killed all the fairies.

When people started
building factories,

they had nowhere else to live.

- Except our imaginations.

- Imaginations are a luxury.

- Beg your pardon?

- Most people can't afford them.

- I don't think imagination

is dependent on
economics, is it?

- What if you're
working in a factory

doing exactly the same
thing day after day?

- I think an active imagination

is what allows people
to do that kind of work.

- Oh, well, you'd
know, of course.

- I just think that's
what you'd have to do.

You'd have to be
imagining other things.

- Please don't
start telling us what

the working class does and
doesn't think, thanks very much.

- I think what the
Bishop's really hoping for

is that we can just come to
some kind of compromise on this.

Find some other examples

of your work you're
equally happy with.

The great thing is no...

Beg your pardon, your chair.

No one wants to see you
excluded from the exhibition.

- Now, that is a comfort.

- I hadn't realised the Church

took such an interest in
contemporary painting.

- No, well it's really just

The Crucified Venus drawing
that we're uncomfortable with.

- Pooh?

- It's me.

- Come in.

- Poor old Piglet.

That Pru gave you a bit of
a working over, didn't she?

- I'll survive.

Did you get anywhere
with Mr. Lindsay?

- He insists it's up to the
public to decide for themselves

if they want to
see his pictures.

And of course, they
have to see them in

the first place in order
to make that decision,

by which time the
damage has been done,

but that is a bit of logic
which is lost upon him.

Never mind.

I'll have another shot in
the morning before we go.

- Do you think the pictures
actually damage people?

- I think that the sexual
ones are just rather childish

but I do think negative
images build up

and don't any good in the
long run as I think you know

and I think The Crucified Venus

is definitely offensive

and just downright
arrogant actually.

- I'm coming, I'm coming!

- Hurry up, stupid!

- I'm running as fast as I
can, you disgusting thing!

- My guess
is they're tooth fairies.

A large collection...

- Shall we?

- Come on, then.

♪ Alley alley oh,
alley alley oh ♪

♪ The big ship sails
on the alley alley oh ♪

♪ On the first day
of September ♪

♪ We all dip our heads
in the alley alley oh ♪

♪ Alley alley oh,
the alley alley, ♪

♪ We all dip our heads
in the alley alley oh ♪

♪ On the first day
of September ♪

- Swimming?

- What's the time?

- The train doesn't
leave until 12.

- All right.

Anthony.

- What'd you do to him?

He's exhausted.

- Anthony!

- Don't wake him up.

Well, he might be dreaming.

An did you know it was dangerous

to wake somebody
up if they're dreaming

because you leave
part of your brain behind.

And if it happens too many
times, you go feeble in the head.

- Yeah.

You're living proof.

- All right, I'll join
you in a minute.

- Are you rich?

- Not very.

- What does your
father do for crust?

- Why do you ask?

- Pru thinks you're
bourgeois, that's all.

Mine was taken by a shark.

- God, how awful!

- Yeah, yeah, wasn't
much left of him.

So I was brought up
mainly by my mum.

She runs a sweet shop.

But I'm quite
ambitious all the same.

I was determined
to keep my figure,

which was pretty hard cause
there were chocolate wombats

and toffee apples everywhere.

But as you can see, I succeeded.

- Is that because you
wanted to be a model?

- Oh, no, no, modelling
is just to get known.

No, I'm going to be
quite a famous actress.

People get to know me
through Mr. Lindsay's paintings

I hope, and then I'll move
on to stage and screen.

They're just doing
it to show off.

They're very common.

They can't help it.

Sheela's got ten
brothers and sisters.

She wants to be
an artist like Norman

but poor girl, she's hopeless.

And Pru wants to be an aviator.

- Aviatrix.

- I'm gonna splash you.

- Be careful of
the water snakes.

- There aren't any water snakes.

- Quick, someone's coming!

Hide!

- It's all right, he
can hardly see.

- Devlin!

Come and have a swim.

- Don't get him to come in.

He might brush against you.

- Come in.

- You shouldn't have
anything to do with him.

He's a criminal.

- You dream about
him, don't you?

- I do not!

- You lie on the ground
with your eyes closed

while he licks
your belly button.

- You're so disgusting Sheela.

Fancy flaunting
yourselves like that.

You're so cheap.

- He wouldn't know
if we were dressed or not.

- Do you have to carry on
like that in front of Estella?

- What's wrong with her?

- She'll think we're barbarians.

- We are!

- Don't, don't.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- The papers got hold of it.

- When the exhibition
arrives in London,

the English will be
convinced that Australia

is peopled by a large
percentage of degenerates,

afflicted with sex mania.

Must be why they deported us.

- The other bit of
news is that it seems

we're probably gonna be
here for another day or so.

The train was derailed

and a section of track
has to be repaired.

Rose is very kindly going
to give us a ride into town

this afternoon to see
how long it's going to be.

These flies are
remarkably persistent.

I just ate one, I think.

Came in on me honey.

Made me feel funny, in me tummy.

May I Speak?

- Briefly.

- I just wondered if you'd

be interested in
today's editorial?

- I try to ignore the
press as much as I can.

- Isn't it hard to
sustain your vision

when it flies so completely
in the face of public opinion?

- No.

- So the arrows
of your detractors

simply bounce off, do they?

- Vanity is a formidable armour.

Oh, here we go.

The repeticious excesses
of Norman Lindsay

have long been a
source of consternation

to clean-living
citizens of this country.

For many years he's
painted men and women

who seem to be slaves of
cocaine or a similar drug,

which has reduced them to
frenzied and shameless morbidity.

- Draughty today, isn't it?

- Today, however, not
content with scorning

all standards of public decency,

he has chosen to profanes
the most sacred image

of the Christian
church, the crucifixion.

To hell with him,
as if I give a damn

about these Wesleyans
and wowsers.

- Well, it's not just
Wesleyans and wowsers, is it?

It's quite a lot of people who
hold the Crucifixion sacred.

Anyway, you're business.

- Mr. Campion, I am
an artist and I refuse

to be compromised by the
feeble scruples of the public.

- Scruples or
deeply held beliefs?

- And this Crucifixion business.

Now, when I was a boy,

my mother used to
try to and instruct us

on the sad story of Jesus,
how he died on the cross for us.

My whole being
rose in revolt against

the idea that some
should die for me.

I think it's a vile notion that

a God should sacrifice
himself for the sins of mankind.

It's a pestilent
notion, it's disgusting.

- Well, I couldn't
possibly agree with that.

- Now hang on, hang on.

Now as for the suffering
that my poor pictures

will cause the few people
that'll get to see them,

it's nothing compared
to the suffering

that the Church has
caused over the centuries.

The burning of witches,
the Spanish Inquisition,

the slaughter of
pagan tribes and so on.

Anyway, there we are.

Must get back to work.

- Well, I don't think the Church

can be blamed for
everything done in its name

but we'll take this up later.

- Well, now, here's a thing.

You see the article
in here about Atlantis?

There's a new theory.

Off Norway, they reckon.

When it sank, it must've

caused the most
gigantic tidal wave,

so they're looking
at old Nordic texts

to see if there's any
evidence of flooding.

- You're disgusting, Sheela.

You should be in a sty.

- Watch this.

Watch Giddy's skin.

- Don't you dare.

Don't, Sheela.

- One day, we're
gonna tickle you,

I'm gonna keep
tickling you all over.

- Stop it.

- Look at her arms and legs.

Look at the goose pimples.

- Sheela.

Will you be quiet?

- Do you know who
else will be doing it?

- Shut up.

- He'll be tickling you too.

- He will not.

He'll tickle you, there.

- Shh.

- If we tickled her long
enough she'd burst.

Her insides would go everywhere.

- Sea slugs do that.

When they get attacked,
they spit their insides out.

You can eat them
and go all night.

There are islands where
the women gang up

and ambush their favourite men

and feed them the longest
sea slugs they can find.

And the men get
so incredibly hard,

you can hang heavy
clothes and jewels,

and necklaces
from their erections.

- But doesn't it hurt?

- Excruciatingly.

- I reckon Giddy's guts
would be good for that.

- They would not!

My giblets are pure and
innocent, like my mind.

- Let's hope it's good news

and then we can
get out of your hair.

- A couple heads more
is neither here nor there.

- That's very kind of you.

Rose, I suppose there's no point

in trying to prevail
on you to use

your influence to
help persuade Norman

just to withdraw that
particular picture?

- Mr. Campion.

- Tony.

- Have you actually seen it?

- Yes, very briefly
in the gallery.

- I was the model
for it, you see,

Tony.

- Ah.

- One, two, three, charge!

- Stop it!

Stop it at once!

Anthony!

- Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

Go on, get off!

Get off.

- Go on, shoo, all of you.

All of you, go away.

What on earth
was all that about?

- They're just acting out what

they hear their parents saying.

Norman's the devil incarnate
and we're all witches.

- Go on, now, shoo.

- You eat sheep poo!

- You disgusting things!

- How do I look?

- Very nice.

- Can I wear it tonight?

Pru and I are going out
with a couple of blokes.

- I suppose so.

Do you often try on other
people's clothes without asking?

- All the clothes I've ever
worn are other people's.

Is this the ship
you came out on?

- Yes.

- My dad was a sailor.

- What does he do now?

- He's dead.

- Oh.

I'm sorry.

- A shark took him.

They found an
arm with his watch.

That's what they
buried, the arm.

Still used a normal-sized
coffin though,

just for appearances.

- I hadn't realised
sharks were so.

- Successful?

Do you like your husband?

- Do people usually
marry people they don't like?

- Quite often, I'd say.

- Now, Devlin, I
want you to pose as Ulysses.

- Is he the chap
you're going out with?

- God, no.

He just does odd
jobs around the place.

- But he can't see.

- He can't see much.

Norman says it's all a blur.

There was a big
prizefight out in the bush.

It went on for hours,
blood everywhere.

In the end, they had to
stop cause Devlin was blind.

After a few days,
he could see a bit,

but he can't hardly recognise
anyone until they speak.

But Giddy thinks he's the
best thing since Valentino.

- Merely routine for you though,

old boy, I would've thought.

See ya tomorrow
night, all right?

For too long, you've lot,
the wousers, the puritans,

you've kept the sensual
life on the gloom.

You've made it
furtive and guilty!

- Do you know anything
about the church?

The Church has never denied

that sex has a
supremely important role.

Never denied!

- Vaginal pessaries
require a manipulation

of her genital her own organs,

which must be
repugnant to every woman.

- See, that's the problem.

God makes us feel so guilty.

I went to confession once...

- When Dolly Rogers allowed
me to play with her pads,

I seriously thought I'd
be struck by lightning.

- One point.

- What's your point,
what's your point?

♪ When you're on the ski ♪

- If God didn't want us
to play with these parts,

why did he make
them so much fun?

- So many
people now out of work,

they can't feed the
children they've got,

and the Church
just say have more.

- Here come your lovers.

- Look, Jesus never said
anything about chastity, anyway.

That all started with a bunch

of grumbling old men on
some godforsaken island

somewhere that suddenly decided

the body was bad for the soul.

- Atlantis, was it?

- It's a pity for
women it wasn't.

- The fact is, the gloomy
God of the Old Testament

still has us by the
scruff of the neck today.

When he was
invented, there were a lot

of pagan religions about

that celebrated sexuality
and fertility and so on.

So how is this new religion

to compete with
something so popular?

Well, by saying that sex
was evil and that women,

the embodiment of sexuality,
were in fact responsible

for the downfall of mankind
in the Garden of Eden!

- Yes, and we've been
second class citizens ever since.

- Mrs. Pankhurst would
be proud of you, Rose.

- Why can't we be
vicars or priests?

- Or popes?

- Because we're too
deafened by the din

of our bodies to
hear God's Word.

- Here, here.

- May I answer that question?

May I Speak?

- Come in, boys.

- Thanks.

- Evenin', all.

- G'day.

- Evening.

- You're late.

- Yeah, we had to fix up a
couple of flyblown sheep.

- Did you wash your hands?

- Yeah.

- Twice.

- Eww, it's horrible.

- Who's side you on, honey?

- It's sheep poo.

You got sheep poo
in your fingernails.

- Don't worry, we'll
be wearing gloves.

- Well, better get
going, I suppose.

See yous later.

- Good night.

- Try one of these.

They're Turkish.

- Don't worry, Giddy.

Your time will come.

- Any luck?

- No.

Is there a Piglet in
the house, said Pooh.

- They're trying to
shock us, aren't they?

- Oh yes, well, church-baiting's

always been a popular pastime.

I used to get an awful
lot of it at university.

The atheists for some
reason always think

it's funny to roast the
dusty old Christian.

The great thing, of course,
is not to be too dusty.

You should have
seen Lindsay's face

when I started
quoting Joyce at him.

Something wrong, Piglet?

- No.

- Those girls are
certainly perfect models

for Lindsay's
orgies, aren't they?

A shame about Giddy.

I think there's hope for her.

She was sticking
up for me at dinner.

Did you notice?

Oh, dear.

I probably shouldn't have
brought you here, should I?

- Pooh.

- Piglet.

- I think sometimes you have
too high of an opinion of me.

- What on earth
makes you say that?

- Oh, I don't know.

- You are a funny little thing.

It's freezing.

Come on, then.

Do you want to?

- I'm not sure.

- Well, you don't
have to decide now.

You wake me up if you do.

- All right.

- According to Mr. Lindsay,

we should both be in a state
of perpetual tumescence.

- What are you doing?

- Watching you sleep.

Looks like you both had
another punishing night.

- I wish you wouldn't creep
into our room every morning.

- We've just been for a swim.

I just wanted to tell you
how nice the water was.

- Hello!

Stop!

Hello!

- What happened to you?

- You're a terrible mess.

- I went for a walk.

Stupidly got lost.

- Come on.

Plenty of room.

- Here, put this on.

- I don't want to dress up.

- You look as if
you've been in an orgy.

Who were you with?

- No one.

- Don't be a spoilsport.

Please?

- Oh.

All right, then.

- Fuckin' pub.

You get fucked.

And you too, you get fucked.

And you, you get fucked too.

Go on and get fucked.

Get fucked.

- Three jugs of beer and
a créme de menthe, thanks.

- Hello?

Hello?

- Sorry, lounge is closed.

- What about them?

- Just closed a few minutes ago.

- Well, the main bar's open.

- The main bar's
reserved for men.

- Don't worry, let's go.

- We came here for a drink.

Hey. Tom!

Lewis.

Get us some drinks, will ya?

Tom.

- Forget 'em. They're
pretending they don't know us.

- That boil in the
middle of your bum,

I reckon you should have it
looked at by a doctor, Tom.

It might go septic.

Your whole bum might fall off.

- What if we drink outside?

- That's against the law.

- It's against the law to
be open on a Sunday.

- Get fucked.

- Your mother's
a trade unionist?

- Yep.

The sort that'd
put people like you

up against a wall and shoot 'em.

- My family aren't wealthy.

- What does your father do?

- He's an antiques dealer.

- Mine was a sailor.

He's dead.

- Taken by a shark?

- Blown to bits in a battle.

They only ever found his foot.

What's funny?

- I'm sorry.

- One, two, three!

- Let go of my foot.

- You haven't caught us yet.

All right, girls,
jiggle your biceps.

This'll be piss easy.

Charge!

- Hopeless!

- Pitiful!

- Kelly O'Hara!

- Sean Connolly!

- Seamus O'Hurd!

- Patrick O'Shaugnessy!

- I'm gonna be honest with you.

I find your relentlessly
lustful women

slightly preposterous.

- That doesn't surprise me.

- I am married,
Lindsay, so I do have

some experience
of the opposite sex.

And I can assure you my wife

is about as far from your

debauched harridans as
animal is from vegetable.

- And which is she, Mr. Campion?

- Sorry.

- Animal or vegetable?

- What are you doing, Giddy?

- Dancing away all
my impure thoughts.

I'm filled with them.

You should be doing it.

You need to more than me.

Oh, not you, Estella.

- She needs to more than anyone.

- Ah, the world's going round.

- What are you picturing
in your mind, Giddy?

- Nothing.

- You're getting
slippery, aren't you?

- What do you mean?

- I know somewhere
where she'd be really ticklish.

- Don't.

- He leaps from rock to rock

with the grace of
a mountain goat.

- You all right?

- Rose.

Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

Just a bit out of breath.

- Were you running?

- Walking.

Briskly.

- I think it's time you
paid a visit to Mr. Devlin.

- I don't chase
men, it's undignified.

- What's that in his hand?

- It looks like Estella's hat.

- Yes.

- I lost it when I
went out for a walk.

He must've picked it up.

- So that's why you
were blushing in the car.

- I was feeling ill, I told you.

Untie me!

- You ticklish?

- Excuse me.

Would you please untie me?

Please, will you untie me?

My hands are going to sleep.

Thank you.

♪ They pull my hair,
they stole my comb ♪

♪ Well, that's
alright, 'til I go home ♪

♪ She is handsome,
she is pretty ♪

♪ She is the belle
of Brisbane City ♪

♪ She is a-courting
one, two, three ♪

♪ Please won't you
tell me who is she ♪

- That tunic suits you.

- I thought we might
go to Evensong.

- All right, I'll go and change.

♪ Out she comes
as white as snow ♪

♪ Rings on fingers
and bells on her toes ♪

- So must I.

Where were you?

- We went into the town.

- You went to the pub.

I can smell it on your breath.

What are you wearing
that ridiculous outfit for?

- It's part of what they've been

using in the latest paintings.

- Yes, I'm well aware of that.

Does this mean you'll
be doing some modelling?

- There's no need
to be offensive.

- Estella, what's wrong?

- Nothing is wrong!

- In its long history, one
of the enduring strengths

of the Church has
been its capacity

to withstand persecution,
insult and ridicule.

Since its inception,

those who have sought to
mock Christians have been legion.

Even Jesus Christ
himself felt their lash.

On the street, in
the marketplace,

even at the end on the cross.

Where are you now,
you King of the Jews?

They called out to
Him in his agony.

In every age, still more come
forward to scorn His name

and to defame His
most sacred images.

But true Christians,
secure in their faith,

can identify such
detractors for what they are.

The disciples of the
devil, the destroyers

of all that is
precious in family life,

the harbingers of
darkness and chaos.

♪ Faint not nor fear,
His arms are near ♪

♪ He changeth not,
and thou art dear ♪

♪ Only believe
and thou shall see ♪

♪ That Christ is
all in all to thee ♪

- Please be seated.

- What on earth
is wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- What strange,
deluded, conceited

creatures we human beings are.

We think we have secrets

but how can we have
secrets from God,

who knows our innermost
thoughts every moment of the day?

- Giddy, what's wrong?

- He's in the studio.

He's staying there tonight.

I'm going to seduce him.

- You're drunk.

- Did he say anything, anything
about me when he untied you?

- No.

- He's too shy, you see?

- I think you should
lie down for a while.

- We're so out of
touch with our passions.

I mean, I'm such a
bourgeois little thing.

Too scared even to
reveal myself to a painter.

- Giddy.

- I'm going to start
walking around

without any clothes
on because, well,

Clothes are just ost,
ostentatious figments

of middle-class imagination.

- That's Pru's nonsense.

- It's just a bit cold tonight.

Well, I'd better
go and get ready.

This is the first
day of my new life.

No, the first night
of my new life.

- Next she'll have to
cross the Arafura Sea.

- She'll be here in a few days.

- What are you trying to do?

- Look.

This is where Amy
Johnson's got to in her plane.

- She was almost
eaten by cannibals.

- What are you
trying to do to Giddy?

She'll make a
terrible fool of herself.

- You've seen her.

She's about to
burst out of her skin.

- She doesn't know
what she's doing.

- Why are you so concerned

about her welfare
all of a sudden?

You jealous?

- Don't be ridiculous.

- You like him too
though, don't you?

- Didn't even speak to
him when he untied me.

- You didn't need to.

- You're really shocking.

- Your characters
all seem so ravenous.

Can't love ever
be a gentle thing?

- Yes, of course it can, but
I'm not painting love scenes.

- Sorry, yes, lust scenes.

- But there is a fierceness
in desire, isn't there?

In lovemaking?

One of life's great conundrums.

- Virtually the only one,
according to your paintings.

- I freely admit that
the human universe

is infinitely richer than
my meagre palette.

For instance, I do
absolutely no justice at all

to the nervous Nellies
and the shrinking violets,

the saints...

- You're very contemptuous
of shrinking violets,

aren't you Mr. Lindsay?

- Dear Estella, I'm a
shrinking violet myself.

I mean I choose to live not
in the real world but in here.

I flee from the real world

into my little studio
and there before me

is the unlimited canvas
of my imagination.

- Yes, but your paintings
don't stay in the studio, do they?

They do go out
into the real world.

And while you have a
wonderful imagination Lindsay,

most peoples are
quite frankly stunted

and you have absolutely
no idea what effect

they might have on people or
what they might incite them to.

Rape?

- Mr. Campion, in my opinion,

the female body
is the most beautiful

thing in the world
and if it turns you

into a ravenous maniac
then I would suggest

that it maybe a very good idea

if your wife takes
the greatest care

to get undressed
behind a screen.

- Estella's seen
the pictures too.

Does that mean we're
in danger from her?

- You're so patronising,
Mr. Campion.

Everyone has a rich imagination.

What stunts it is
capitalist exploitation.

You should go to
Soviet Russia where

the whole populations
been liberated.

There's an
explosion of creativity.

- Have you been to
Soviet Russia, Pru?

Have you?

I'm sorry, I thought
for a moment

someone actually knew
what they were talking

about here instead
of just banging on

in this tired bohemian way.

The only thing
Communism has exploded

is every single value,
religious or otherwise,

leaving a vacuum
of moral anarchy.

- Anarchy is freedom!

- Balls!

Sorry.

Sorry.

Freedom for the strong
to dominate the weak.

It's exactly the same
situation as existed before,

just a different set of bullies.

- Speaking of
bullies, where's Giddy?

- I thought you'd lost that hat.

- Yes.

One of the girls
must've found it.

- So, um, where
was Giddy tonight?

- You like her, don't you?

Try one of these,
they're Turkish.

- No, I just, I just worry
about her with those other two.

- She's drunk
herself into a stupor.

Planning to throw herself
at that odd-job man.

- Yes, he's quite a
character, isn't he?

Apparently, he had quite
a dangerous reputation

before he lost his sight.

- This whole
country's dangerous.

- You know, I've
been mulling over

what you said to me
the other night about,

about me thinking
too highly of you.

I don't by any means
see either of us as saints.

- That's a relief.

- Yes, I've done plenty
of things I'm ashamed of,

stretching way back.

- What sort of things?

- I remember particularly
when I was at school,

we used to have this
ridiculous initiation ceremony

for the new boys, the
scum as we called them.

I was put through it myself.

- What happened?

- Well, we used to
stand 'em on a chair,

take their trousers down,
whip 'em with wet towels

while they recited Tennyson.

You know the sort of thing.

"Don

- Anyway, that's just
something I wanted you to know.

In view of today's activities.

- What are you talking about?

- I think you know. I'd
rather not put it into words.

Sorry I'm so noisy.

- It's all right,
they'll all be asleep.

- You're the Winnie the
Pooh sleeping in today.

- What's the time?

- Nearly three.

Message from your friend Sheela.

She says she didn't want
to wake you for swimming,

she felt you probably
needed your rest.

Seemed quite smug
about it, actually.

- I might have one now, then.

To wake me up.

- Right.

Good idea.

- How are you feeling?

- Really buggered.

I woke up in the
middle of the night

with a blanket stuck
to me like a cloak.

I'd spilt that horrible drink.

I looked like a
huge emerald mint.

- Oh.

- Not that it mattered.

- Why, what do you mean?

- Well I went to the
studio to see him.

He was there doing
it with somebody else.

- Who was it?

- It was dark.

I suppose it was Sheela or Pru.

They've got absolutely
no morals at all.

I just feel so stupid.

I thought he liked me.

So I'm not going to have
anything to do with men any more.

- I've made a big decision.

- What decision?

- You'll see, so will Norman.

- Giddy.

- Change your mind?

- Yes.

- Disappointing news I'm afraid.

The organisers have backed down.

Exhibition's going ahead
with all the original paintings.

Still, we did our best.

- I wish we could leave now.

- Well, that's the good news.
The track's been repaired.

We can get the
first train tomorrow.

- Thank goodness.

- I'll tell Lindsay.

Sorry, just thought
I'd let you know

that we'll be off first
thing in the morning.

- Right.

- Right.

- You're a very
naughty prune today

so I'm not going to
give you this chocolate.

- Honey!

Honey, come quick.

- This lamb is
absolutely delicious.

Very nearly as
good as Welsh lamb

and that's really
saying something.

Well, thank you very
much for your hospitality.

- Bottoms up.

- That's all right, we've
enjoyed ourselves.

I like a little opposition,

it clears the
mind. It's fortifying.

- Yes.

So, um, I gather you're
a boxer, Mr. Devlin.

Yes, I used to do a bit
of boxing myself, actually.

Quite a keen
pugilist at one stage.

Lost an enormous
part of this tooth

from a great haymaker
someone gave me.

But I expect you've got
some pretty bad scabs

to show for your
travails as well.

Apart, obviously, from the
eye thing, which is beastly.

- Well, unfortunately,
during his last fight,

Mr. Devlin was gasping for air

with his tongue hanging out

and he got this
enormous uppercut

under his chin
and lost most of it.

- Bulldust, Norman.

- He makes a brilliant
Ulysses, anyhow.

We're always call him into
the water and he never comes.

- Wouldn't matter who he was,

you'd still try to get him in.

You'd get in the whole
army if you could.

- God, you're charming tonight.

- Thinking about
the Atlantis series,

I was thinking I'd like to
do a little more research.

I was thinking of
mounting an expedition.

We could go and find it.

You might like to come.

Devlin could be the pilot.

- Giddy could be the navigator.

- I'm not going
if they're going.

- What?

"Why not?

- Cause I can't trust you
as far as I could kick you.

- Thanks very much.

- What are you talking about?

- You know!

You're always eating
that horrid cheese

when you're feeling
guilty about something.

- Excuse me.

- Sorry, I'd better go
and see if she's all right.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Piglet, you all right?

- Yes, I'm, I'm fine, thank you.

- Are you feeling a bit funny?

Probably all that Stilton.

Really packing it
down, weren't you?

Well, I'd better, I'll go back.

- Pooh.

I think we should talk.

- Right you are.

What about?

- Ever since we got here, I.

- Well, now, you see,

I think some things
are best left unsaid.

- But that means we'll
always be strangers.

- No, not really.

Only small parts of us.

- The bad parts.

- No, I think it's good
to have a few secrets.

"Do you?

- That way, in 50 years' time,

we'll still be able to
surprise each other.

- Perhaps you're right.

- I love you, Piglet.

- What's the matter?

- You must've been dreaming.

- What?

- When you thought you
saw someone with Devlin.

You were so drunk.

I looked in here and you
were absolutely sozzled.

- But it was so real.

- Dreams always are.

I spoke to the other two,
and they swear it wasn't them

and you know how
they like to boast.

Do you still like him?

- I suppose so.

- You should
go in and see him, then.

- Now?

- That's what your
dream was telling you.

- Yes.

- Here, put this on.

- But it's your wedding ring.

- It's always brought me luck.

- Has it?

- Always.

You can wear these.

Try some of this.

We'll have to fix your hair.

Good luck.

I want to wake up now.

- Estella.

- What?

It was night.

- You were shouting.

Really loudly, I heard
you from the garden.

But I wanted to tell
you about last night.

Oh, it was wonderful.

I mean, I didn't do
everything with him because.

Well, I don't think he's
good enough for me but.

Oh, he did some
things which were just,

gosh!

- How dare you use her

in this way without permission?

- I wasn't aware
I needed permission.

- It's outrageous, it infers

That she modelled for you.

- Cheer up chap.

- You cannot just take some one

and put them in
one of your painting!

It's totally compromising.

She'll be outraged,
I'm ruddy outraged!

- Perhaps we ought to ask her?

- I don't need to ask
her, if she wanted

to be in one of your
wretched painting...

- Anthony?

What's the matter?

- Mr. Lindsay has
taken it upon himself

to put you in his
latest painting.

- Oh.

- I've told him he
has to paint over you

or we'll take legal action.

He can turn you
into someone else.

You'd better have a look.

Well?

- It's a good likeness.

- Devlin. Better
get back to work.

Catch.

- They're asleep.

- For goodness sake!

Estella.

We'll be arrested.

We'll be excommunicated.