02x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

I'm going to get us off
that camp whatever way I can.

Benny Bates.
I could use a man like you.

You offered me
a full-time position.

- [HORN BLARES]
- [LAUGHS]

She sullied! No-one will
ever think that baby's yours.

It's an opportunity.
Very own fish and chip shop.

I wouldn't be able to do it
on my own, Arty.

- I'll pay you both a pound a day.
- OK.

Ray Skinner,
and that there's me ma Maggie

and my sister Birdie.

Harry Brewis the baker
is gravely ill in hospital.

It's about Michael.
She wants to meet you.

Your friend said
you had a proposal.

I want to be
a part of his life.

You're under arrest.

Australia,
a great place for families.

Australia is an exciting
new land.

A country in the modern world.

We had a real home
for your family.

A good place to grow.

There's a bright future.

Come over to the sunny side!

The cost of the journey
halfway round the world is £10.

Look for a new start.

On your way to Australia!

Gears, um, indicator,

and them down there
are brakes,

throttle and, uh, clutch.

There you go. Expert already.
Hey, you learn to drive, lad,

and that girl you're soft on
will be all over you.

Women love cars.
Isn't that right, Pattie?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do you know what?

I'm sure the car will make her
overlook his face...

...and his personality.

I'll drop you off
at summer camp, if you like.

Impress your pals.

Bet none of their dads have got
a motor like this.

What pals? I hate it.

- What's wrong with it?
- The teacher knows I'm shy,

so he just picks on me
for everything.

I've got to do a stupid talk
this week.

On what?

Colonisation.

Be grateful, Peter, I'd love
to be doing summer camp.

Yeah, well, then you shouldn't
have got with a boy in England.

Hey, hey, hey,
pack it in, pack it in.

When school starts again,
brainbox,

you get your books,
and I'll look after Mary.

That's what we agreed.

- Yeah.
- There we go.

All's good
in the Roberts' world.

So can I take it for a drive?

Only if you promise
to run over Mrs Walker.

- Really?
- No!

[PATTIE GIGGLES]

[PHONE RINGS]

Galgownie.

JJ, it's Kate.

[CHUCKLES]
Katie. Katie. Katie.

I hear you've landed yourself
in some deep dingo dung.

Can you just put Annie
on the phone, please? Quickly.

Well,
contrary to what my mother

would like you to believe,
I'm not the hostel errand boy.

But if you were to give me
a message...

Please... Please,
just put Annie on the phone.

I don't have much time.

Morning, love.

[CHUCKLES]

Errand boy at your service.

Kate's on the telephone
in my office.

- Kate?
- Mm-hm.

Look after Mary, will you?

What's going on?

Well, in three days' time,
it's Australia Day,

which marks
the 1788 landing of...?

- The First Fleet.
- Well, thank you, England.

You've sent us all your rogues.

Well, guess what?

Now we only want the good ones.

Are you drunk?

Yes.

And I think your friend Kate

might just be on
the next boat home.

- Kate?
- No, no, no.

Annie? Annie?

I need to get out of here.

[HAMMERING]

Pow, pow, pow! Pow, pow, pow!

- Pow!
- Oh, no! [GROANS]

Agh! Agh! Agh!

- Pow-pow!
- Kev, I said outside.

I'm so sorry.
Is he bothering you?

No, not at all. He's a kid.
He's only having fun.

I really appreciate you
doing this.

The place has been so damp,

and that one
has chest problems.

Just doing my job.

Um...

If you did want to show
your appreciation,

you could show a teabag
some hot water.

I'm spitting feathers.

[LAUGHS]

Sure.

Thanks.

I'm Christine, by the way.

Terry.

Good colour, that.

Most Aussies make it
like cat piddle.

Cat piddle? [LAUGHS]

You don't sound
like Harold Macmillan.

Yeah. We're not, uh...
We're not close friends.

I heard him on the wireless.

He's all la-di-da.

Do you miss home?

Sometimes.

I miss my brother.

Some of my friends.

We had a house back there,
and he were in a hostel.

Better than this place,
I'd imagine.

- Uh, well, yeah.
- We lived somewhere else.

After my husband died,
this is all I could afford.

I'm gonna have a word
with the boss,

see if he can't get it
all fixed up for you.

- Mr Bates?
- Yeah.

Mmm. Right.

Oh! [CLATTERING]

Oh...

Oh, my goodness.

This is what happens when you
combine fantastic heels

with hazardous stairs.

Looks bad, that.
Are you in pain?

I flirted with the doctor
to get some morphine.

I'm floating on a cloud
most of the day.

- Well, I'm sorry to ask you...
- Sorry to ask?

Honestly, anyone would think
we're complete strangers.

What is it?

Do you have a telephone
directory I could use?

- I need to help Kate.
- Oh, Annie.

You can't take on
everyone else's problems.

But there is something
I need you to help me with.

My ex-husband, Donald,

still owns 50% of the store.

He walked out, hasn't shown
a minute's interest,

and then out of the blue,

I get a letter
that he's sending auditors in.

Right. Is that a problem?

Yes.

The books are in chaos.

I've overspent on stock,

and if he sees I'm in the red,
he'll panic and want out.

I'm not really in a position
to buy out his half.

He can't audit
without me there.

So...

...this little accident
has bought me some time.

Marlene,
you did not do that on purpose.

That is madness. You could have
really hurt yourself.

- What were you thinking?
- He walked out on me, honey.

And he had
a kid with... fat ankles.

Freda Fairchild.

That business is the only thing
I have to show

for the years I put up
with that useless pig.

Anyway, until I get back
on my feet,

Annie Roberts,
you're in charge.

- Me?
- It's you or Eileen Butler,

and between you and me, I think
Eileen's got a drink problem.

- Well, OK. Um...
- Telephone and directory

are in the hall.
As many calls as you like.

Yeah.

It's a shame she's not married.

Couldn't deport her then.

It says here you were supposed
to travel with Henry Broad.

He changed his mind.

Uh, not really,

because he came over
just a few months later.

He's a complicated man.

You say Michael was taken
from you in England,

but my understanding is,
he was in a children's home.

I was having problems...

After he was born, I, um...

I was very down,

I was struggling.

So how did he end up
in Australia?

Because the charity
that helped me...

...in the children's
best interests...

...send them
thousands of miles away.

And then they sold Michael,
my son,

they sold him to that family

in return for a large donation.

Kate, I'm sympathetic,
I really am,

but this is a very serious
situation.

The rules of your scheme
clearly state

that a criminal conviction

will result in
immediate deportation.

Look, please. Please...

...if you send me home,

it'll be like ripping out
my heart.

I took him back.

I took him back
and I gave them my child.

All I asked for
was some weekends,

and she agreed.

And then she stabbed me
in the back.

Seems your fiance is here,
asking to see you.

I don't wanna see him.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Where is he?

Henry Broad?

Robbie... Robert Carter.

You're engaged to Kate Thorne?

That's right.

Since when?

Since a few weeks back.

She likes to get engaged,
doesn't she?

Well, I'm sorry to report,
mate,

she doesn't want to see you.

Can I write her a letter?

[HORN BEEPS]

I need you to pick something up
from that address

and take it to that address.

No problem.
Uh, what am I picking up?

Oh, you'll see
when you get there.

But don't worry.

You'll like it.

♪ I have eyes for you
to give you dirty looks... ♪

Terry Roberts?

Uh... correct.

Valerie Vine.

♪ There's a trick with a knife
I'm learning to do... ♪

Um, Benny said I was to pick
something up.

Here I am.

Let's go.

♪ I've a powerful anaesthesia
in my fist

♪ And the perfect wrist
to give your neck a twist

♪ Hammerlock holds

♪ I've mastered a few

♪ But everything I've got
belongs to you... ♪

Wow.

Who owns this place?

Some property guy. So, how long have
you been Benny's gopher?

Gopher?

- Go for this, go for that.
- Ohh...

Word to the wise.
Stay loyal.

Benny values it.

He looks after them,
they look after him.

♪ I've a terrible tongue
and a temper... ♪

Valerie Vine!

What a sight for sore eyes.
Isn't she a vision?

- Uh...
- Eyes off. He's a married man.

Not that I've met the lovely...

- Annie.
- Annie.

Invite her
to the Australia Day party.

Would she like that?

Businessmen? Bankers?
Politicians?

Not everyone's idea of a good time.

Excuse to dress up. She'd love it.

Then she's in. But not before you use
your skills to transform this place

into a venue of all venues.

Now, Valerie's in charge.

You do exactly what she says,
or she'll crack the whip.

Uh, Benny...

What about the job
I'm on?

There's a young lad has asthma.

I said I'd try and fix the dump.

It's a day or two.
It can wait.

Joan, you'll do clothing,
Victoria, haberdashery.

And I'll take home and garden.

And we have to count
every single item.

Yes. That is generally how
a stocktake works, Victoria.

♪ Got my mojo working
but it just won't work on you

♪ Got my mojo working
but it just won't work on you... ♪

I mean, you can't sell them,
can you?

♪ Don't know what to do... ♪

Annie?

Yes?

There are 500 pairs of them.

What the bloody hell!

Oh, it's a bikini.
They're all the rage in France.

- Rita Hayworth wore one.
- They don't hide much.

A woman got ticketed
in Adelaide,

fined for wearing it
on the beach.

What on earth has she bought
all these for?

[GIGGLING]

[DOOR OPENS]

Letter... from your fiance.

- I told you, I don't want to...
- Ah!

He insisted I give it to you.

[MUSIC AND CHATTER]

I've never seen the Irish
so smart.

- One of you due in court?
- Not yet.

Carry on like that
and there will be.

Da and Padraig arrive today,
so going to the bus to meet 'em.

So there's three become five.

We've allocated hut 23.
Poor old Arty's hut.

We don't wanna go in there.

His spirit'll be floating around.

I do palm-reading...

...tea leaves and Ouija boards,
if you know anyone.

Thank God you came over.

You are just
what this country needs.

You have a very grey aura.

Do you have
a sad emotional life?

[SIGHS]

Here they come.

Padraig!

Where's your da?

Oh, Sydney.

Poor bugger.
Never set foot on the soil.

Why on earth do they wanna keep
his body in their hut?

It's a tradition.
From pagan times.

Well, tell them they can have him
for one day. No alcohol.

- You tell them.
- I'm sorry?

Well, you're the one running things
around here now, so you tell them.

Why do they keep sending
these backward people here?

Probably how the Aborigines felt
back in the 1700s.

Under the command of
Naval Captain Arthur Phillip,

the Fleet sought to establish
a penal colony on the coast

of New South Wales, which
had been claimed as British

by Lieutenant James Cook
in 1770.

The majority of convicts were
transported for petty crimes.

London and other British cities
were dirty, overcrowded

and filled with the unemployed
and the drunk.

The government wanted to send them
elsewhere, out of Britain.

Many struggled with
homesickness,

starvation and ill health.

Only one in six of the convicts
were women...

[BABY CRIES]

...but on arrival,
some soon fell pregnant

and would create new life
in the country.

By 1789, the colony was
on the verge of collapse.

Captain Phillip struggled to keep
peace and ord... order.

[GIGGLING]

Um...

Sorry. Uh...

Floggings and hangings were...

- [LAUGHTER]
- ...um...

...as Captain Phillip wrote...

- [MOUTHS]
- ...as he wrote at the time

in his journal...

I am not a pomegranate!

A strange thing to write!

[BABY CRIES]

Let me.

- Kate.
- Robbie.

Can we...?

Quickly.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sweetheart, I really wish you'd
told me you were going to do this.

Everyone's so worried about you.

Annie keeps ringing.

Well, tell her that I'm fine.

We all just want you home.

So, Mr Carter,
you have a wedding imminent

and plans for children
of your own.

That's right. More than enough
to make an appeal

to the assisted migration scheme

on the basis that my future wife

will become an outstanding
Australian citizen,

and in the longer term, a procreator
of Australian children.

But how can we be sure that there
won't be a repeat

- of the Michael incident?
- There won't be.

I give you my word.

With all respect, Miss Thorne,

I'm going to need more than
just your word.

Like what?

I need you to sign
this restraining order.

Over my dead body.

They say it's snowing
in England.

TERRY: Three, two, one...

Looks amazing.

I can't wait for Annie
to see all this.

What's she like?

Your Annie.

She's... strong.

Clever.

Gorgeous.

It was her idea to come out here.

It's nice to hear a man
talk proudly of his wife.

It's rare.

Look around at the party
and you'll see powerful men

with beautiful women
on their arms.

But that's all they want them to be -
on their arm.

Well, more fool them.

I'd be bloody lost
without my girl.

[GASPS AND CHATTER]

- I'd wear it.
- Honestly?

What would Jeremy think?

They're all staring.

What if they call the police?

[ANIMATED CHATTER]

They like them.

They do, they like them.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Hello.
- Marlene, it's Annie.

I've got a slightly outrageous
idea.

OK, girls.

Reveal her.

[WOLF WHISTLE]

Annie says that someone called
our window display pornographic.

Has to be worth
a little item of the day?

I like the controversy,

and the bikinis look fantastic.

But the mannequin is not
really enough.

What if we added in
another element?

Here in Corburn,
on the high street,

Wilson's department store
is causing quite the stir.

And this is why.

And here at the beach,

not everyone was pleased to see
this Hollywood trend

arriving down under.

You're a disgrace!

Mrs Annie Roberts,
assistant manager at the store,

what would you say to people who say
these bikinis are inappropriate

and should be banned?

Peter.

What are you doing there?

It's nothing.

Doesn't look like nothing.

What's happened?

I've been thinking... and if England
sent over convicts,

and those convicts
had babies,

and their babies had babies,
and their babies had babies...

Yes, I get the idea. Yes.

...then there's a chance that
some of the kids in the summer camp

are descended from th*gs
and criminals?

I suppose, yes.

Yeah, that explains things.

Come here.

You're all right.

We're having a wake tomorrow
for Da.

I know you didn't know him, but we'd
like you all to come along.

Yeah.

I'm very sorry about your father.

Me and my husband
have an engagement.

What about you?

Um... Uh, the Dutch are having
an Australia Day party, but I...

There'll be songs.

And dancing.

He'd have wanted.

OK.

Great.

[JAZZ MUSIC AND CHATTER]

I wish you'd told me
it was going to be this dressy.

That's the exact word I used.
I said dressy.

Yeah, you said dressy. You didn't say
dressy dressy, did you?

Never mind.

Where are these politicians, then?

Might there be someone here
that can help Kate?

Someone influential
in immigration?

Listen, let's not go around
asking yet.

This is a big deal. I don't want
anything to be trouble.

If our government want a bigger
population,

you know what my policy would be?

Get Aussies to screw more,

and give us the £10 for wine
and beer,

and you'll have babies popping up
left, right and centre.

Well, me and my family are very
grateful for the opportunity.

Very welcome. But if it were up
to me, I'd pull up the drawbridge

- and fill the moat with piranhas.
- [LAUGHTER]

Why's that?

- Annie...
- No, no, let her speak.

It's good for the mayor to hear
the views of his constituents.

Well, the population of Australia

is the same as the population
of London.

You've got this very big,
beautiful country,

but it needs more people.

Oh...

Well, uh...

...all I can say to that is,
uh, Terry, impregnate this woman.

Start tonight. Populate or perish.

Our country needs you.

Have a good evening.

See you.

Well, what a character, huh?

Annie, would you mind if I borrowed
your husband for a moment?

Uh, I'll be back.

Your job tonight is to make sure
that that man

has a very good evening.

Don't let him out of your sight.
Understood?

Yeah.

Hello. How are you?

- I'm busy.
- What about you?

Are you coming?

I don't even know them.

And you never will
unless you speak to them.

Pete Roberts,
you can't stop me either.

Poor girl at her father's wake!

Fine. Do what you want, then.

Go.

I'll look after Mary.

No, no. You've had her all day.

I don't mind. Honest.

All right.

- Come on.
- Good girl.

Thank you.

♪ ..I used to frequent

♪ And I told the landlady
me money was spent

♪ I asked her for credit
She answered me nay

♪ Such a custom as yours... ♪

- Have a drink.
- Thank you.

And it's no nay.

OTHERS JOIN IN:
♪ And it's no, nay, never

♪ No, nay, never no more

♪ Will I play the wild rover

♪ No never no more... ♪

Go on, go and find the party.

♪ There never will be
a wild rover no more

♪ And it's no, nay, never

♪ No, nay, never no more... ♪

They said it couldn't be done.

Yet here we are, days away from
the winning design being announced.

In a few years' time, right here
on Bennelong Point,

a new opera house and concert hall
will be built.

Finally, Australia's leading city

and artists, including
the Sydney Symphony Orchestra,

who are represented here
tonight,

will have a facility that matches
their international fame.

This work on Bennelong Point
is one of the many steps

I've been supporting
to secure Sydney

as a cultural landmark
on the world stage.

[APPLAUSE]

We meet again.

Hello. What a coincidence.

This is my wife Elaine,

and this is, uh...

- Don't tell me.
- It's Annie Roberts.

- From the segment we did yesterday.
- Yes. Um, the thing is,

I've not yet told my husband
about said segment,

- so if we could...?
- Your secret's safe with me.

- Thank you.
- Until tomorrow,

when we broadcast
to the entire country.

George!

Larry told me all about it.

I think you should be
very proud of yourself.

Thank you.

We need feather rufflers, Annie.

It's the only way things
will change.

I run a little women's group.

It's a secret.

We meet up once a month,

and I'd really like you
to come along.

WOMAN: You just make yourself
comfortable. Let me look after you.

Hey! OK. Come on.

MAN: Seems I've got
everything I need right here.

Do you like art?

The Red Center.

The Dead Heart.

I've commissioned the artist
to paint me Ayers rock.

Do you know it?

I don't.

Named after Henry Ayers,
proper politician.

If only today's lot
held such high standards.

MAN: It's hard not to notice you.

WOMAN: I'm glad you think so.
Why don't we make ourselves...?

[CHUCKLES] Charles Milne.

He's running for mayor
against our friend Samuel.

He has a beautiful family
at home.

- He's a hypocrite, Terry.
- WOMAN: Did you like that?

A hypocrite and a liar.

- Why are you playing me this?
- MAN: Oh, God, yes.

I'm a businessman.
I don't meddle in politics

until politics meddles with me.

Now, a big part of his campaign
is supposed housing reform.

And if he gets his way,

you're little asthma boy will be
out on the street.

I'm not following.

Well, there'll be
so much red tape,

no-one will be able to
keep their rents low.

But he's just playing politics,
Terry,

with the aim of getting votes
from certain communities.

But is he likely to get into power?

There's a chance.

He's smooth. People like him.

I need to be insulated
either way it goes.

I'm going to need your help
with this one.

Help? How?

Just a little pushback...

...for the greater good.

Thank you all for coming.
It means a lot to us all.

My daughter Birdie will now
sing Dad's favourite song,

so come inside and be wi' him.

♪ Last night as I lay dreaming

♪ Of pleasant days gone by

♪ Me mind being bent on ramblin'

♪ To Ireland I did fly

♪ I stepped on board a vision

♪ And followed with a will

♪ Till next I came to anchor

♪ At the cross in Spancil Hill

♪ The young, the old
The brave and the bold

♪ Came, their duty to fulfil

♪ At the parish church in Clooney

♪ A mile from Spancil Hill

♪ Delighted by the novelty

♪ Enchanted by the scene

♪ Wherein me early childhood

♪ So often I had been

♪ I thought I heard a murmur... ♪

Jesus! She's leaking on Da!

[GASPS AND WHISPERS]

[SNIGGERS]

What's going on?

Nothing.

What happened?

What's behind your back?

Nothing.

Oh, Pattie...

- Out of the way!
- I can explain.

Out of the way!

[BABY CRIES]

Hi, sweetheart. Hello.

What's on her face?

I don't know.

What's on her face, Stevie?

Show me your hands.

- Show me.
- It's pine tar.

It's all natural.

It's from plants.

Right, you've been rubbing pine tar
into my baby's face.

Someone told me it...

...lightens their skin.

Pattie, if her skin's lighter,
she'll look more like us.

Get out of my sight.

No, it'll be better.

Get out!

Get out!

- Out! Out, Stevie! Now!
- [BABY CRIES]

Get out! Get out!

- I'm sorry, I was...
- Get out!

[GASPS]

[BABY CRIES]

Hi, sweetheart.

There you go, darling.

You've been at that clog-wearer's
Australia Day party?

My girls have friends
at the same school, so...

- Were you having one too?
- No.

- Me da died.
- Oh, gosh. I'm sorry.

Heart gave way... the day
before the boat docked.

I lost my father young.

What it did was, uh...

...after the grief...

...it inspired me.

Motivated me to...

...grab life by the scruff
of the neck

and take what's mine.

It's what brought me over here,

off this hostel
into a home of my own.

The home that needs a gardener
and a handyman.

Where's your wife?

If you don't mind me asking.

No, she's, uh...

She's in hospital right now.

Extremely unwell.

I'm sorry.

I should go find my girls.

Sorry for your loss.

I knew about Caitlin Doyle
and Anne-Marie Connor.

Oh, Sydney, I knew.

I thought all this, this...

...this new adventure might
stop your ways.

[SIGHS]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

It's a nice room.

He seems a good man.

He could be a good husband.

You could have children
with him.

Australian children.

Have a very nice life here.

If that's what you say you want.

They could be made to happen.

Do you understand me?

OK.

You seemed quiet at the end.

Yeah.

I was tired.

Long day.

Well, it was a wonderful party.
Met some interesting people.

Yeah.

The sort of people we need
to be on board with

if we want to get out of this place.

Now I have something for you.

- What?
- Go outside.

Two minutes.

- What?
- Two minutes.

♪ Crazy little mama come
knocking,

♪ Knocking at
my front door, door, door... ♪

Terry!

♪ Come knocking
Knocking at my front door

♪ Crazy little mama
come knock, knock, knocking

♪ Just like she did before

♪ I woke up this morning
with a feeling of despair

♪ Looking for my baby
and she wasn't there... ♪

What the bloody hell?

Just pretend I am Rita Hayworth
on a beach in Los Angeles.

♪ Come knock, knock, knocking
Just like she did before... ♪

Where have you got that from?

Marlene has hundreds of them
at the store. Hundreds.

Well, Rita Hayworth,

you look amazing.

And, uh, I guess you need
a leading man.

♪ Crazy little mama
come knock, knock, knocking

♪ Just like she did before... ♪

Now, Terry, about the key.

[BABY CRIES]

One minute.

I'll do it, sweetheart.
You... You rest.

Shh.

Shh-shh-shh.

[CRYING CONTINUES]

[SIGHS]

[CRYING STOPS]

Yes.

Uh...

I'm looking for Charles Milne.

- Your husband?
- Yes.

Who shall I say is calling?

Mr Roberts.

I'm an associate
of Benjamin Bates.

Your wife seems very nice.

Top class. The very best.
Anyway, Mr...?

- Roberts.
- What can I do for you?

Mr Bates wants me
to give you this.

It's a recording.

A recording?

Something from
the Australia Day party.

Something your wife wouldn't
want to hear.

- It's not personal.
- Not personal?!

Seriously?

You're blackmailing me?

Mr Bates would like you
to publicly change

your stance on housing reforms.

He says the changes you're proposing
will harm the most vulnerable.

And you believe that?

Yes, I do.

Because I work in his houses,

and I know that people
need those homes.

They need better homes.

Mr Roberts,

I love my wife.

And, yes, occasionally I'm weak.

But this...

This will break her heart.

This will break
my children's hearts.

Is that what you want?

It goes away if you change
your housing position.

You think Benny Bates is interested
in society's vulnerable?

Benny Bates is interested
in two things -

pounds and pence.

Meanwhile, those people in his houses

are living in disease-ridden
deathtraps.

I don't like doing this,

but I need to take back an answer.

Tell him...

...I'll do as he asks.

But one day, you and Mr Bates
will have blood on your hands.

Here in Corburn,
on the high street,

Wilson's department store
is causing quite the stir.

And this is why.

[SHRIEKS AND LAUGHTER]

Underwear in the shop window.

Except it's not underwear.

It's something called
the bikini.

And it's all the rage
in Hollywood.

Mrs Annie Roberts,
assistant manager at the store,

what would you say to people
who say

these bikinis are inappropriate
and should be banned?

Well, I'd say... look at the men
on this beach.

At least half of them are
wearing no top

and very small trunks.

Well, I suppose
the difference is,

if I can put it so bluntly.
Mrs Roberts,

- they don't have breasts.
- Yes, but we're covered up.

And I think women and girls
should be able

to wear what they want
as long as we remain dignified.

Put some clothes on yourself!

I've got clothes on!
More than you.

Well, that man does not
understand fashion

and the way the world is changing.

Well, for what it's worth, I think
you all look very Hollywood.

And I feel, well,
a little overdressed.

All this will have 'em
flocking to the store.

Let's have another c*ck.

- Can I get another?
- Yes.

Oh, here's to Wilson's!

- To Wilson's!
- Yes.

You are not allowed to come

within three miles of Michael's
home or Michael's school.

You must never approach him
or his adoptive family...

...until he reaches the age of
adulthood, which in the state

of New South Wales is 21.

Any breach of these conditions...

...will result in arrest

and immediate entry
into the deportation process.

I wish there was another way.

I've met the Robinsons.

They're not happy,
but they accept this compromise.

So here...

here, here... and here.

Start over, Kate.

It's the best
for all concerned.

[FOOTSTEPS]

You did well, Terry.

Sometimes you gotta get your hands
a bit dirty to clean things up.

I hear your Annie's
been on the television.

You got your hands full
with that one!

In every sense.

What do you mean, television?

Bit overdressed, aren't you?

I was going to tell you
last night,

Terry, but you fell asleep.

Half naked on the television,
and I find out from my boss.

The store
is in financial trouble.

Marlene's put me in charge,

and I was just trying to do
something to help.

By showing your bloody knockers off?

You're a grandma, for God's sake!

If that's what you need to do,
you can forget it.

You don't need a job.

I might not need it, Terry,

but I want it...

...because I like it.

And I like the person
it makes me.

Oh, so that's it now, is it?

- Annie does what Annie wants?
- And what would you prefer?

You just walk around
showing me off

and me keep my mouth closed?

- That's not what I'm...
- No.

So it's all right when
I'm being the strong wife,

but not when I'm standing up
and being my own person.

You should have told me.

That's all.

Dad!

- Where are you going?
- Brisbane.

Pack your clothes.
They're all that's left.

Brisbane?

Dad, what are you doing this for?

- Because of the baby?
- I fancy a change.

Get your clothes
and get in the van.

No.

Get your clothes.

Get in the van!

I'm staying here with Pattie.

If I go, you're on your own.

If I drive off, that's it.
We're done.

I can't leave, Dad.
I want to do the right thing.

Last chance.

Stevie!

Pattie! Pattie!

She'll never respect you.

Pattie, he's leaving.

Taking everything.
Saying I'll never see him again.

- Dad... please. Please!
- [ENGINE REVS]

Go with him.

- I don't want to.
- No, Stevie, go with him.

Go with him. You have to.

Go! Stevie, I want you to go.
I want you to go. Go!

- Pattie!
- Go!

- [HORN BEEPS]
- Please, go.

- Go!
- Get in the van.

Go!

Pattie?

What's happened?

He's gone. They've...

They've gone.

What, left you?

- I'll bloody k*ll 'im.
- Oh, love. Come on.

- Come here.
- No, it's OK.

It's, um...

He wasn't right. We, um...

We made a mistake.

No, no, no, keep that on, love.

We can't have people thinking
you're unwed.

Pattie...

Pattie!

I'll talk to her.

- What's this?
- Deeds, plans and approvals

for this here boat shed to be turned
into a business.

Arthur Farthington.

He died prematurely, like your da.

And I managed to ascertain
he's no wife and no children.

So... finders keepers.

I see it as God's gift.