His home is always here, if that's decided as best for him.
It's a decision for you and James alone.
I can only hope with all my heart that he remains.
For George's sake, don't do anything foolish.
Like beating the daylights out of Sir bloody Richard?
It should be me having a go at him.
Jack, listen.
It shows more strength respecting Carolyn's wishes,
and I can dress him down with fewer consequences.
You treated your daughter like a slut for decades.
I only gave her one night of shame.
I am a fierce and vengeful God.
I now pronounce that they be man and wife.
Good on you, Caro!
Me! Catching the bouquet!
Well, maybe you'll be next, eh, Doris?
- Isn't he a wag, Dawn? - Mm, that he is.
Where is the morphine? Where is it?
I'm so glad you saw my argument, Henry.
The drug needs vigilance. It's pointless him suffering.
Exactly.
Have you found someone
to look after the farm while you're away?
Mr Briggs has an excellent young man.
His name's Harry Polson.
We should look into that.
It's so wrong keeping this from James!
She was going to talk to him about employing Harry.
If you're not telling him, I am.
James is perfectly happy having forgotten.
Before Henry, I know there was Olivia's brother.
But has there ever been anyone else?
No.
James Bligh. Any friend of Sarah's is a friend of mine.
- Harry... Polson. - Pleased to meet you.
You remember Harry.
Hello, James.
Harry.
- Did you set this or? - This is the ABC News.
Places to go, things to do.
Up you get, Mrs Duncan.
If you keep calling me that,
this marriage will be shorter than the honeymoon.
I reckon we can meet up with Douglas
and fit in a Bondi picnic before we hit the road.
Or just stay here all morning.
First shower, Mrs D?
You know your patients only pretend to like you.
A heckler shouted,
"I wouldn't vote for you if you were the Archangel Gabriel!"
Quick as a wink, he comes back with,
"If I was the Archangel Gabriel,
you wouldn't be in my constituency."
And soon you'll be dishing it out with the best of them.
More like the new boy in school trying not to get in the way.
We want you to get in the way, remember.
While I think of it, my contact telephone numbers in Canberra.
Hmm, your parliamentary office.
I'm told the dimensions of a broom cupboard.
Keep a journal, won't you.
You'll need it for your memoir.
I don't think anyone would be interested.
Your children will be.
- One day. - Mmm.
Next time we see each other...
Yes.
A new healthy baby and a healthy you.
Make sure Jack telephones me, please.
As long as you promise not to race back straightaway.
That would be your natural instinct,
but I've thought about this a lot.
It has to be low-key, George.
It's my baby.
As soon as it seems like a Bligh event,
questions will be asked, and the gossip begins.
No fireworks displays outside the hospital.
Promise.
Promise me.
Not for a few weeks, at least.
Yes.
And so...
- Good luck. - I'll do my best.
Yes, you will.
Not by might, nor by power, but by spirit.
- What's that from? - Zachariah.
I have to get to work.
Harry Polson.
The planting days last year are a good guide.
Those sections over there, they can lay fallow.
Plant mustard, maybe?
Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
You happy to start today?
Good-o.
- She'll be in good shape. - Bravissimo, bravissimo.
- You eat spaghetti, for lunch? - Oh, only if it's authentic.
- Out of a tin? - What other kind is there?
- I'll get Anna to put in a tin. - Now you're talking.
- I'm gonna grab some tools. - Yeah.
Oh, Harry!
- Mrs Poletti. - Oh, call me Anna.
Harry, could I erm, could I have a moment?
Erm, you and my brother, you were... quite close.
- Er, does Gino know? - No.
I'm just planning on keeping my head down.
Your brother has his own life.
I'd never do anything to interfere with that.
No, I'm really hoping you'll stay on here when we come back.
Well, let's see what I make of it first.
I think it may be good for James.
You see Gino, he erm, he likes you already,
but he has a lot of trouble accepting my brother.
With your permission, down the track, I'd like to be able
to tell him that you're...
like James.
I think it may help him see things differently.
I suppose the worst that can happen
is he'll knock my block off.
No! No.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Harry! You ready?
Sorry.
Oh! My apologies!
I'm living like a gypsy.
Thank you so very much
for making a house call on such short notice.
Have you ever been to Canberra?
One must prepare as if for an expedition
to the back of beyond. May I offer you a cool drink?
I'm fine, thank you.
Thank you so very much
for making a house call on such short notice.
Oh, that won't be needed.
- Is Mr Bligh... - Not yet arrived.
Now, you know as well as I that he is stoic,
but he does require further supplies of his painkiller.
I'll write a note for Mr Bligh's GP in Canberra.
He'll prescribe it if it's needed.
If you could leave a parcel, with additional prescriptions,
he would be very much in your debt.
I'm afraid I can't do that, unless I examine Mr Bligh.
Mr Bligh is a very proud man.
As am I.
You're a very successful surgeon,
with an even more promising future.
Do you ever wonder what the sound would be like...
if it all came crashing down?
The Board of Surgeons would take a very dim view
of your sodomite activities.
How very tragic it would be.
Mrs Bligh...
...morphine is a drug of dependency.
It is useful post-surgery.
It is dangerous as a support for everyday life.
I'll be sure to let Mr Bligh know.
The Elizabeth Bligh piano.
I can see her here, with her sleeves rolled up.
She'll be so pleased that we came.
So am I.
She's certainly not a fair-weather friend,
unlike some.
Sorry, sorry. I've just had better mornings.
- Er, tea? - We don't need tea.
You do what you need to do.
No, it's all right, it's fine.
It's just that, this morning, two big Sydney families
who've backed this place from the beginning -
even talked about extending it into a residence -
just suddenly pulled out.
Out of the blue.
It's not as if they haven't made a pretty penny this year.
I can make the shortfall, of course.
It's just that the spirit of the place
is all about the well-to-do giving something back.
Two prominent, upper-crust families
who suddenly bail out of their funding pledges.
Yeah, it's got Sir Mongrel written all over it.
I don't want to think this way.
He's out to punish Elizabeth.
It's not the grand single battle that wins a war,
it's the small victories on many fronts.
And the worst thing about this is,
even if he isn't behind this, we're talking about him.
He's invaded our lives again.
- He's won. - Hey. Not if I can help it.
Mr Smith goes to Canberra.
An MP to his toes.
Not yet.
My heart specialist really is a rotter.
I did so want to see your swearing-in.
You'll be there in spirit, I know that.
You must write and tell me all about it.
And do give my best to Lady Slim.
Of course.
Now, this folder is for you.
Recent articles and interviews with some of your opponents.
Don't let yourself be manipulated, George,
especially by the Liberals.
With Jack away, I've asked Sarah to look in on you.
- Oh, there's no need. - Well, I've done it.
George...
...if I should... shuffle off this mortal coil in your absence...
- Mother, please. ...I am prepared.
I've had a good innings.
We're at the Australia tonight if you need anything.
Come outside and wave me off.
- Dining with anyone tonight? - Sir Richard, actually.
Lovely.
- You say, "Bye-bye." - Bye-bye.
- I'll miss you...
And here's Grandpa.
Can you say, "Bye-bye, Grandpa"?
- Ah. - Is that a smile?
Is that a smile for Grandpa?
- Hmm? - What's this, Georgie?
- What's this? - Is it a sheep?
Bye-bye, Georgie. Grandpa's gonna miss you.
You be a good boy for your mum.
If it's not too much trouble,
could you maybe get my beads blessed by the Pope?
Just hold them up at a Mass. I'd be the first in my family.
Senz'altro, Rosa.
I'll bring them back with that Italian husband.
Buon viaggio.
Keep an eye on those politicians, huh?
Gino? My best to Amo and Carla.
And lots of research on the vino.
Not too much of the sampling.
Too right.
- See you soon. - Bye-bye, son.
- Bye-bye. - Ciao.
Will you come in for tea?
Thank you, but we can't. Got to get back to work.
Of course.
Anna. Can I have a word?
I know what you were doing the other day,
trying to kick-start my memory.
- I've remembered. - What are you going to do?
Just keep it to myself.
He'll be staying here a while. He's agreed to mind the farm.
Is that OK with you?
- Of course. - James, are you sure?
It's fine.
Absolutely fine.
So old Ma Bligh's pretty crook, eh?
Don't change the subject.
You need some privacy.
Anyway, you can't court Dawn if I'm living here.
Who says I wanna court Dawn?
Admit it, there's a spark between you two.
And Harry can't cook to save his life.
And what about the gossip mongers?
You and a handsome fella shacked up?
- I share a house with you. - He's young.
I'm a pregnant woman!
- And, anyway, he's a... - They're not to know that.
And you don't need any more BS flying around.
Straighten Doris out.
The tongue-waggers'll take their cue from her.
If I were you, I'd straighten her out about you and Dawn.
See ya, Lucky.
Much better.
I think I know why.
And if our well-laid plans come to fruition,
one day that woman will leave this house
accompanied by the police.
Now...
- these are for you. - For me?
Olivia and I picked out some of Georgie's baby clothes,
things that either a boy or girl could wear.
And some nappies, just to start you off.
- I do hope you're not offended. - No, not at all.
I'm so pleased. They're in excellent condition.
- Thank you. - And...
...for his or her first winter.
Big enough to grow into, I hope.
I'll do a few more, and some bonnets.
Elizabeth, that's...
And I'd like you to select a pram,
from the David Jones catalogue, as a gift from me.
Elizabeth, I...
I've already reminded George
that I don't want any undue attention.
I can't accept expensive gifts from anyone from this family.
You of all people will want to prevent a scandal.
Most importantly...
...when the baby arrives, I will telephone George,
in due course.
I was... very firm with him about this, and he's agreed,
so please promise me you'll respect that.
You have my word.
But you will accept my handiwork.
I may not be here next winter, but these will.
Oh, I'm being practical, not maudlin.
What's this?
It's from Douglas.
I'm so sorry to disturb you on your honeymoon.
I just don't want to talk to Lizzie about this.
No problem at all.
Er, after you left this morning,
I telephoned some other loyal patrons -
- Donald and Audrey Eggleton. - Point Piper.
Sir Richard Bennett has been in their ear.
Apparently I'm supposed to have
some open cheque book with Elizabeth,
and other donations are surplus to requirements.
I just thought, seeing as he's a family friend,
you might know what to make of it.
This obviously isn't a surprise to either of you.
- It's complicated. - I...
stood up to him, Sir Richard, over something...
he did to me when I was working for him.
The details aren't important.
But now things have escalated.
Mother confronted him as well.
If it was up to me, I'd punch his lights out.
Well, thankfully it's not.
I think Sir Richard is targeting this place
in order to get at Mother.
If you were to tell her about the donors,
she'd sever all ties to protect these men.
She'd be utterly miserable, of course,
which I'm sure is his intention.
- It sounds crazy... - I'll set him straight.
He's not an easy man to get to.
Does George know anything about this side of him?
No, and it has to stay that way.
I should have done something about the prick at the start.
I should have.
If these men knew, he wouldn't know what hit him.
Stop. No more talk of violence.
A belting's the only thing he'll understand.
No, you've gotta be smarter than that.
On his knees begging for mercy.
That's all I want to see.
Mr Bligh.
Mr Polson.
Looks like you've got your work cut out for you.
It'll be good when it's done.
Smoke?
I'm right, thanks.
He's not a bad farmer - Gino.
Got his head screwed on all right.
Well, anything you need, tractor, a hand or two,
just let me know.
Main thing is we get some rain before too long.
Well, as I said, don't hesitate.
You got a tick there, Doris?
- Oh, certainly, Mr Briggs. - Just wanted to let you know
about some changes over at my place.
Mainly so that if anyone gets in your ear,
you can tell 'em to mind their business.
Indeed.
Although, I might need some more information
to form an entire picture.
You know how young Harry's moving out
to the Polettis for a while?
Yes, I do.
Sarah's moving out there with him,
just to keep him company.
All above board, friends like.
- In case anyone gossips. - Right.
She reckons it'd be good for me to have the place to myself.
Encourage me not to hold back with a... a certain lady.
A certain widowed lady in the district.
I don't want to be hearing no gossip about that, neither.
Well, of course not.
That's very thoughtful of Mrs Nordmann.
Very wise.
You know, you can be round someone all the time,
and then suddenly you see them in a different way.
Yeah.
- A man's not an island. - No.
Nor no woman neither, when it's all boiled down.
So, anyway, Doris, would you...
Would you like me to give you a hand with these?
Oh, just...
just pop them in the erm...
storage for now, if you'd be so kind.
No worries.
Well, once again, thank you both for visiting the refuge.
Douglas would have been pleased.
He was.
And do discuss my suggestion with Jack.
- It could be rather jolly. - I certainly will.
Thank you, Mother. Bye-bye.
Think you got the gist of that?
Live at Ash Park?
She sounded so frail.
She'll be lonely once Olivia goes.
It makes sense, in terms of her health, but...
...we're getting a home of our own.
Just for now.
Staff to cook you breakfast, never mind how early.
You wouldn't have to lift a finger.
Isn't that why we got hitched, Mrs D?
I'll just have to go easy on the mother-in-law jokes.
You're a good man.
But when George and the Dragon return...
We run screaming naked down the driveway.
Perhaps we should telephone Douglas.
Mother mentioned Sir Richard, where he's dining tonight.
Livvie.
I've remembered him.
Harry Polson.
And I went to see him.
I don't know how to be with him.
I let him call me Mr Bligh as if he were a stranger to me.
Aren't you doing that to protect yourself?
It's...
Doesn't matter.
I can't explain.
I have an idea.
Let's get you out of your funk.
Run away to the city.
Go to one of those bohemian restaurants
we always say we should go into.
Why not?
Catch up with Henry, if he has time.
Good.
I need to make things right with Harry.
Then you should know that he came here, to talk to us all.
Oi, Harry!
Oi.
You remember.
How's it going, Harry?
Not bad, James.
You've been through a fair bit.
You too.
Beer one night after work.
My shout.
- Ah. Ooh, Sister Nordmann! - Oh, yes, Doris?
A woman-to-woman chat, if I may.
I won't take up too much of your time.
As you are aware,
I caught the bouquet at Dr Duncan's wedding.
I never dreamed it would have any repercussions
but now it seems, at my age,
I might have a tilt at happiness.
Now, Mr Briggs has told me of your thoughtfulness
in affording him some privacy to explore,
let's say, matters of the heart.
Rest assured that should things develop -
I know I'm getting ahead of myself-
but I would never presume to take your place.
You and Mr Briggs have such a unique bond.
Well... this isn't getting the work done.
God strike me pink! That woman would
twist a telegraph pole if she wanted a bow.
That's not what I said. Not at all!
She wouldn't want too romantic a courtship, Roy.
Just something along the lines of From Here To Eternity,
- or Casablanca. - She was having you on.
For starters, I'm not her sort.
You could put your slippers under her bed any day.
- Tell me she didn't say that. - You hinted that you meant her.
I did not. I couldn't have!
Stop laughing! This is serious.
Jeez!
We're flying the new Kangaroo tourist class.
It does seem to be the future. I have to concede that now.
First stop is Darwin, and then Singapore overnight,
- and then Calcutta, Karachi... - Tripoli?
Tripoli... No, Cairo overnight, Tripoli and then Rome.
It's practically straight there.
Does er...
Does James need anything for this... upset stomach?
It's easing off, but... thank you.
If I may propose a toast.
Erm, thank you, both of you,
for agreeing to come and live at Ash Park for a little while.
Welcome, Jack. Please make yourself at home.
Thank you, Elizabeth.
- And to my dear Mrs D. - Cease and desist.
And safe travels, Anna and Gino.
Safe travels, Anna and Gino.
We'll miss you all so much.
Salute... alla famiglia.
Salute alla famiglia.
- "Familiar"? - Was it very familiar?
Unfamiliar.
Won't be a moment.
Ready?
Your main priority...
Ta.
Your main priority is to ride over all this bulldust
that our coal markets are shrinking.
Your response, George, is that this state
can find markets outside the country.
There's a great wide bloody world out there.
If it wasn't for the Communist strikes...
Remind them of that, George,
and that Inverness will produce high-quality coal.
None of that brown coal muck.
Excuse me, I'm gonna inspect the convenience.
- Dessert? - Why not?
- Sir Richard? - Hmm?
I run the Returned Soldiers Refuge...
My wife handles the charity stuff.
I want to give you the chance to explain.
Some of my donors say they've had a call from you,
telling them to sever all ties.
Well, I can't stop people taking my advice.
These are some of the most disadvantaged men in our city.
They fought for this country. They've got sweet bugger-all.
That place keeps them alive.
I know you want me to go all boo-hoo-hoo for them,
but jeez, mate.
The war's over nine years and most men I know
have well and truly knuckled down.
Will you let me pass?
Prisoners of war, men who've suffered mental torture.
They were the dregs before they signed up.
Lucky for them the war came along and they got a job.
They're still the dregs. Isn't that a surprise?
Aren't you the lucky fella! The lovely Elizabeth Bligh.
You're right.
There's only one thing a man like that understands.
I think there's a way for both of us to get what we want.
Well, if a bloke can't have a good clean fight, then what's...
Thanks, mate. Speak tomorrow.
No, you won't. Whoever that was, you won't.
Listen...
Anything you do - that any of us do -
simply inflames him and makes things worse.
I've held back too long.
This isn't some Boys' Own adventure, Jack.
I needed to stop this bastard, and instead I walked away.
It happened to me.
And what happened to me is I turned into a gutless coward
who won't defend the woman he loves.
You gave your word you would keep away from him.
Yeah, well, I made a mistake.
The Japs took my balls once.
I'm not losing them a second time.
Man-to-man's the only thing that'll put an end to it.
Where's bear? Where bear?
Is bear in the tree? Is bear in the tree?
There's bear!
Is bear in the tree? Is bear in the tree?
No, there's bear. There's bear.
How's our monkey?
We're taking bear on an adventure.
If you'd like to join us.
Where's bear? Where's bear?
Adventurers go on the high seas.
There's Dad.
Adventurers go up and down!
And up, and they also go up in big red balloons.
Do you know how they go?
Up in the air!
And down like this?
And up! And down again.
Over high snowy peaks
and where the penguins catch the waves.
Watching out for pirates and bears.
Poor Mrs Collins!
She seemed so happy doing her rounds I couldn't tell her,
but I suppose I'll have to bite the bullet.
Well, where is Mr Briggs's sense of responsibility
in all of this?
May I ask why it's up to you to rectify the situation?
- He's mortified. - He's hiding under a log.
A predictable male response.
If Roy talked to her again, he'd only make things worse.
She's such a kind soul. I do hate to think of her being hurt.
Perhaps...
Perhaps it might be better if you spoke to her.
Well, she thinks so highly of you.
I really don't think so.
I do.
You know, recently I have had cause to reflect
on times in my life
when people have not been honest with me.
Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.
They assumed, incorrectly,
that I had not been strong enough to bear the truth.
You, of all people.
You and I are rather similar types in that regard,
- wouldn't you say? - Yes, I think indeed we are.
Which is why I feel that I can tell you the truth
in relation to Mr Briggs.
- What... - Please don't get me wrong.
He is a good man, but he is...
...a man...
and they are so very prone to bumbling, are they not?
Oh, yes, I suppose they are.
I believe that he confided in you
that he was intending to court a lady.
Er, yes, yes, he did.
Well, he could do that because you and he are such friends,
such solid... platonic friends.
I know that he values your friendship very, very much.
Tell me, Mrs Bligh, did I misconstrue?
The blame likes squarely with Mr Briggs.
He... He did mean another lady?
- He did. - Who is the lady?
I'm not sure that you need to bother yourself with that.
Well, to be quite honest, Mrs Bligh,
I was beginning to wonder when I'd find the time to be courted.
Yes, well, indeed you are a woman with much on her plate.
Many of us wonder how on earth you achieve so much.
Mrs Bligh... may I thank you very much...
...for taking the time and trouble to tell me?
Well, for you, Mrs Collins, any time.
We girls must stick together.
Mm.
Would you be so kind as to walk me to my car?
Oh, that's a complete pleasure.
Thank you.
Tell me, are my cheeks burning?
You look very composed.
How very wise.
- Please don't contact me again. - No, no, no.
That's not how this works.
Just wondering if you...
Henry.
George.
Good to see you.
Now, you can tell him in person.
Mr Fox was just about to leave you a note.
Just to wish you all the very best for Canberra.
Well, that's very kind. It's much appreciated.
You'll come to dinner, Mr Fox,
as soon as we're back in civilisation.
I'll hold you to that, I'm sure.
It's nice to see you, Henry.
Well, even if I approved, which I do not,
I don't understand why you've involved yourself in this.
You should tell her.
Sir Richard has threatened the refuge.
In what way?
You don't need the details, but he's been effective.
He's a sniper, picking off his donors one by one.
- This is to get back at me. - He's picking off all of us.
He needs pulling up, hard.
One chance, that's all I want.
What you are proposing is actually illegal.
It's either this or a dark alley somewhere.
- Please, do we have to be so... - Yes, yes, I do!
Carolyn...
...would this proposal help you to put things behind you,
or simply cause you more pain?
I'm not sure.
I certainly don't want Jack feeling...
Don't know.
Elizabeth, all we need
is for you to make a telephone call.
Then leave the rest to us.
All ears, your ladyship.
Are you, by any chance, free this evening?
If it's the opera, no thanks. I don't touch the stuff.
I would like you to come to Ash Park.
There's something that we need to discuss, urgently.
Some of us have newspapers to get out on the streets.
Please, don't make me beg.
Mm, and how's that dish?
Excuse me.
Do you have a big day tomorrow, Henry?
I have been invited to assist on a new heart operation.
- Mitral valve surgery. - That's great.
I do so envy you.
Well, both of you, of course.
Having careers that keep you engaged,
new advances happening all the time.
There's talk of a new surgical wing in Inverness.
I was thinking you might throw your hat in the ring.
Maybe.
Would you... Would you excuse me for a moment?
I need to telephone in.
We passed a telephone box just around the corner.
Good.
He is probably just anxious about the surgery.
Here's to our complicated lives.
And it seems like the right time to say this.
When I leave for London...
...Georgie should...
...must...
...stay with you. - Livvie.
Our son deserves an extended family
who knows him and loves him.
The wide open spaces.
The fresh air.
And you.
His father.
This means everything to me.
I just thought... best to tell you now, in public.
That way, I...
I can't cry.
Nothing is to happen,
no-one is to enter the room unless I ring the bell.
- Is that understood? - Of course.
Yes.
I hope I don't have to.
But if I do...
he is yours.
Oh, say, Emma?
Could I have some more of your beautiful mashed potatoes?
OK.
Because when Sarah makes 'em, they're all lumpy.
So, are you hoping for a boy, or a girl?
It feels like a girl.
If the last few weeks are anything to go by,
I think I'm going to have to call her Joy.
She seems like such a happy baby.
I think you'll be a really happy mum.
- Thank you. I hope so. - Ah!
Hey, Emma, you wanna feel the baby somersaulting?
Am I allowed?
Of course you are, you silly sausage!
It's just here. Here she is.
Oh!
Don't be scared. There you go.
Isn't that amazing?
All right, then.
Let's reach an accommodation, as you call it.
And if it's one that includes protecting me
from any more random knife attacks,
gee willickers, it sounds like a start!
- Where do you sign me up? - This isn't a joke.
Damn right it isn't.
You've been determined to make me feel like
a piece of dog shit stuck to the sole of a shoe.
Please stop harassing my family and people close to me.
If you apologise.
I am very sorry for injuring you.
"And I'm sorry for making you feel like scum."
I had just discovered what you had done to my daughter.
- Old news... - I was in extremis.
I did what any mother would do. Surely you understand why?
You'd discovered your little girl wasn't a vestal virgin
and you took it out on me.
Will you admit that what you did to her was monstrous,
whatever her history?
Now, this might come as a shock to you,
but what went on between us goes on most nights
in houses all around the globe on a regular basis and...
...some mornings, if a fella's lucky.
Long drive for a life lesson, but there you are.
Our families are always going to be crossing paths,
Sir Richard. We need to resolve this.
I'll let bygones be bygones
when you and your daughter stop implying I'm a rapist.
Oh, I'm not implying that you are.
If I'm a rapist,
how is it I can go out to dinner with young Anna?
A lovely evening. I wouldn't dream of touching her.
With Carolyn, it was different.
She spent the whole night flirting with me
and her dance card was well and truly open for business...
Don't be so crude!
Then her fiancé turns up and she panics.
"Oh, he'll see me for the tart I am."
He married her. What's the problem?
For the last time, admit you forced yourself on her.
Or you'll do what?
We can't move forward until you admit one thing.
You look me in the eye and tell me what we both know.
That your daughter is a slut.
You admit she's a slut and we can all play nice from now on.
Otherwise, I'd keep my heart pills close by.
Last chance. A slut or not, hmm?
What on earth do you think
you're going to accomplish by this?
- This is for my wife. - You're joking.
- Who do you think you are? - Just one on one, like a man,
or let the dregs take care of you.
They know what you think of them.
They're raring to have a go.
I've gone a few rounds in my time.
University medal, as a matter of fact.
Me or them? It's up to you.
Knock his flamin' top off!
Hit him in the kidneys!
Put your hands up and block him, Doc.
- Come inside. - No.
Jack!
Jack? You right?
No? You had enough?
That's it. That's it!
Show him who's boss!
And again!
Watch it, Jack! You're too close to the stairs!
- Oh! - No! No!
Jack, are you all right?
Our work is done.
Hey.
It stops here.
You take this further, you go to anyone...
...you keep up your shit to this family,
I'll come after you - or they will.
And they'll finish you off.
They've got nothing left to lose.
And there's scores more like 'em to take their place.
- You hear me? - Yeah.
Get him out of here, boys. Come on.
I understand.
Do you?
I do.
Come on.
Are you cross?
No.
Are the men being looked after?
Oh, yes.
No man has ever done anything like that for me before.
Well, he's a very determined young man.
I didn't mean Jack.
I've never been able to acknowledge
that a man could be as strong as I am.
As I think I am.
Thank you.
And, do you know, I've just realised
all this fatalism about my health.
I really, really don't want to die.
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll February 2017
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