17x04 - Love Story

[bunniefuu]

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

MUSIC: 'Crossroads' by Cream

♪ I went down to the crossroads

♪ Fell down on my knees

♪ I went down to the crossroads

♪ Fell down on my knees

♪ Asked the Lord above for mercy

DRILLING

♪ I went down to the crossroads

♪ Tried to flag a ride... ♪

How are you doing?

Grimedale Farm. Near a little place called Aidensfield, do you know it?

"Grim-dale".

Oi!

CAR HORN HONKS

PEGYY: What do you say, David?

Brand new. The very latest model.

I thought we were supposed to be broke.

We are. That's why I bought it.

As soon as we get some customers,

it'll earn its keep very nicely, thank you.

Customers?

David, what haven't we got in Aidensfield?

A cinema.

A laundry.

Australians, as far as I can make out.

On their way to Grimedale Farm.

And I didn't like their attitude.

Shall I go, Sarge?

- See if they're up there? - No. I'll go.

And you can come with me, as it's on your patch.

Talk about a fuss over nothing.

Unlike you to volunteer, Phil.

Yeah, well, it's near Aidensfield, isn't it? I need to see Gina.

Why don't you give her a ring, then?

I said "see her", Geoff.

OK, I'll go anyway. Look, make a good excuse for me, will you?

MUSIC: 'Click Go the Shears' by Rolf Harris

♪ Grasping his shears in his thin, bony hands

♪ Fixed is his eye on the blue-belly Joe...

Let's see if that works now, eh?

- There you are. - That's it.

Faulty connection.

Sorry for bringing you up here for nothing.

That's all right. There was nothing much going on at the garage, anyway.

Takes a Sheila, eh?

Let's get on, then, shall we?

♪ Out in the middle on his cane-bottomed chair

♪ Sits the boss of the joint with his eyes everywhere

♪ He watches every fleece as it comes up to the screen

♪ Pays particular attention it's been taken off clean... ♪

Wow.

One a minute, that's the general idea.

AUSTRALIAN: All things being equal, eh, Skip?

Not him again.

You've made a right flaming mess of that, mate.

Don't fool with me, young man.

You know you hit me at those traffic lights.

What lights?

At the roadworks just outside Ashfordly.

Ashfordly?

- Never heard of it. - No, nor me, mate.

I see.

Well, the fact is that I saw you there

and you asked for the way here.

Couldn't have been us, mate. Did you get the number of the car?

Driving licence.

What's the name of the B&B?

- The Aidensfield Arms. - It's there.

You'd better go and get it, then, hadn't you?

Look here, Sergeant. I've got sheep in there.

Can't this wait?

Very well. You've got hours to take your driving licence

to Ashfordly Police Station. Without fail.

MUSIC: 'Magic Bus' by The Who

♪ Every day I get in the queue

♪ Too much, magic bus

♪ To get on the bus that takes me to you

♪ Too much, magic bus

♪ I'm so nervous I just sit and smile

♪ Too much, magic bus

♪ Your house is only another mile

♪ Too much, magic bus

♪ Thank you, driver, for getting me here

Morning, Mr Scripps. Remember me?

Right. Now...

You just shove the washing in here.

No! Don't touch!

You don't want to go fiddling with things.

We've got to work it all out.

- Where are the instructions, then? - There aren't any.

You said this was brand new.

It's just common sense, David. Now, don't be silly.

Now, turn it on.

- Is anything happening? - No.

MACHINE RUMBLES

Eh, David, look at this.

- Do you want a hand? - Yes, please.

You're good.

Should be. I'm a farmer's daughter.

I thought you seemed the right sort.

You want to watch him.

I certainly hope she doesn't expect paying.

This whole thing's a waste of money, if you ask me.

She won't be getting a penny out of me.

Now, get on.

LAUGHTER

Come on, mate! Don't let an old jumbuck b*at you!

GINA SIGHS

Look at all this.

I've got these three Australians staying

and can they eat for England, I'll tell you. They never stop.

What's up with you?

How long have you been taking these?

Have you been nosing round my things?

How long?

Since we got back together.

- Without me knowing. - No! Phil, we hadn't decided...

Taking these is deciding.

It's you deciding

that you don't want a baby without consulting me.

- What? - I just wish you'd talk to me.

Phil! Listen!

Phil, wait.

Ah, Gina. Just the one.

You remember young Jamie here?

Lent Rosie his bike and went off to India.

Oh, yeah, the Hell's Angel vicar.

- Nice to see you again. - And you.

We were wondering, could you put him up for a few nights?

We've got these three Australian lads staying, so we're pretty full.

But if you don't mind the box room?

No, I'll take it.

He's here to see Rosemary.

Oh! She'll be really pleased to see you.

- Please don't tell her I'm here. - He wants it to be a surprise.

- Right. Come in. - Thanks.

THUNDER RUMBLES

You've got a big job on, Cissie, looking after these two fellas.

- Do you ever get time out? - Course she does.

Pretty girl like her, out with a different boyfriend every night.

Leave her alone, will you?

ROSIE: Do you come here shearing every year?

No. This is our first time.

It's been great, though, to see the Old Country.

- And make money out of it. - Any objection to that?

What made you hire outside contractors this year, Mr Grigson?

There's no-one else on the place I can turn to, is there?

- Not that I can rely on. - That's not true, Dad.

You never give me a chance.

Better see if he's all right.

Paul! Stop! You're hurting it! That's not the way!

Argh! My hand!

David! Stop it!

I think it's trying to escape!

It'll break the pipes!

David!

Half an hour we've wasted on this caper! More than.

You asked why I had to hire a bunch of Aussies?

This is the reason. Cos he's so flaming hopeless.

- That's a beauty. - Aye.

Can I have a look?

- Gold, too. - Thank you.

And if you've quite finished, nurse, we'd best get on.

- Come on, Paul. Shift them sheep. - Yeah, but...

Come on, mate. One hand, two hands.

What's the difference, the way you catch them?

MEN LAUGH

GIGGLES

You wait, Cissie. You just wait.

This machine starts marching along the kitchen floor.

It would have been out of the house and down the road

if I hadn't stopped it.

Don't be daft. The plug would have come out.

Anyway, all's well that ends well.

And I'm sure a young man such as yourself

would be glad of a weekly service wash.

Oh, cheers, Gina.

Cheers.

AUSTRALIAN: Legend, Gina.

Eh! Do you want any washing done?

- Dad? - Where the hell's my watch?

Hey, real men, they are. Proper men.

CAROL: You should see them at work.

All brown bodies and rippling muscles.

Where did you say that farm was?

- Are you expecting someone? - Wait and see.

AUSTRALIAN: It's different, but it's a lot the same, too.

Sheep are the same the world over. So are farmers.

Especially the farmers. Always worrying.

Take my dad. If he's not stressing about drought, it's floods or fires.

- Or disease. - Or market prices.

Sounds just like my dad.

- We've got a lot in common. - Yeah.

Even though we live , miles apart.

That one there. That's who took my watch.

- Him. - Eh?

- What exactly are we talking about? - You know full well.

This gentleman's gold watch.

He had it this afternoon. We all saw it.

Aye, and now it's vanished.

Nothing to do with us, mate.

You'd better mind what you're saying.

He had it on this afternoon.

AUSTRALIANS ALL TALK AT ONCE

Jamie!

I couldn't believe it last night when you came down those stairs.

It's been ages since your last letter.

I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about me.

Forgotten about you? When you've got my bike? Not likely.

Rosie, this is the moment I've been dreaming about

since I left for India, seeing you again.

Me, too, seeing you.

Do you absolutely have to go shearing today?

- I'm really sorry. - You were there all day yesterday.

I know, but I said I'd help them finish the job

and I don't want to let them down.

All right. So long as I've got you to myself this evening.

- Are you ready? - Yeah.

ENGINE STARTS

No, I'm sorry, Mr Grigson. I can't arrest the man,

because I've got absolutely no evidence that he took it.

Yes, of course.

Last night. Everywhere.

In his hotel bedroom, in the camper van, amongst his things.

Look, if we hear any more, we'll let you...

Thanks very much.

- George Grigson. - Yes, about his watch.

He still thinks that Australian pinched it?

Yes. And there's nothing I'd like better

than to nick the cocky little so-and-so.

But without evidence I can't.

So, there's not a lot that we can do, then.

Not unless the watch turns up, no.

It's real good of you to help out, Peg.

Aren't you supposed to be doing my washing?

It's all in hand. My trained operative is on the case.

Her trained operative! I love it.

She's a cr*cker. I call her my proxy Aussie.

She'd fit in down under like she was born there, I reckon.

You've got a nerve. Showing up here again after what you did?

Here we go.

Stealing Granddad's watch like that? You're lucky Dad allowed you back.

He's here because there's no bloody proof he took it.

And I've got sheep to be shorn. So shut it and get on.

You haven't heard the last of it.

I'm quaking in my boots, mate.

Me, too. Still, only a couple more hours and we'll be out of here.

You're not leaving tonight, are you?

First thing in the morning. Off to the next farm.

We usually have a bit of a singsong on our last night.

- You'll come along, I hope. - Yeah, I'd love to.

Only, I've got a date.

Aye, and guess who with? The vicar.

- ROSIE: Shut up, Peggy. - A date with a vicar?

What's wrong with that?

He just wishes it was him, that's all.

MUSIC: 'Hippy Hippy Shake' by The Swinging Blue Jeans

♪ I got the hippy hippy shakes...

Deefer, out of the way.

Horrible stinky things.

Leave them!

♪ Ooh, I can't sit still

♪ With the hippy hippy shakes...

Oh, no!

♪ With the hippy hippy shakes

Not again!

♪ It's in the bag

♪ Ooh, the hippy hippy shake

♪ Well, now you shake it to the left

♪ You shake it to the right

♪ You do the hippy shake-shake

♪ With all your might, oh, baby

♪ Yeah, come on and shake

♪ Aw, it's in the bag

♪ Ooh, the hippy hippy shake

♪ Ooh, the hippy hippy shake ♪

Found in this lady's washing machine.

- Amongst his dirty washing. - I knew it.

- I flipping well knew it. - There's some mistake here, mate.

GEORGE: I don't think so.

I have reason to believe you were involved in its disappearance.

I'd like you to accompany me to the station.

What?

Sergeant, we're right in the middle of sheep shearing.

- Take him to the car. - Mate, this is crazy.

- He wouldn't do a thing like that. - Of course he wouldn't.

Don't arrest him on my account, Sergeant Miller.

I'm sure there's been no damage to the machine.

To the car.

I can't see how he just expects to waltz back in and take her over.

What's he talking about?

He's all upset because that vicar bloke's come back to visit Rosie.

Oh.

I just think he should stop and think.

That's all. Think about all the friends she might have made

while he's been away and about how they might feel.

- What, like you? - Yes.

Not that we're going out or anything.

No. Never likely to be either.

ALF: You're good pals, Geoff, but only pals.

There's no need to get jealous if others try their luck.

I'm not jealous.

Good day, fellas. This is nice and cosy.

Ta, mate, don't mind if I do. I'm as dry as a dead dingo's...

Interview room! Now!

MUSIC: 'Help Me' by The Primitives

♪ You gotta help me

♪ Can't do it all by myself...

Oh! I'm fed up of this!

Out of the way.

♪ Can't do it all by myself...

Deefer!

♪ Or I'll go find somebody else

DAVID: Move or you'll get your head washed.

♪ You've got to help me

♪ I can't do it all by myself

♪ Yeah, you gotta help me

♪ I can't do it all by myself

♪ You've got to help me, baby

Right, I'm off out.

♪ You've gotta help me

♪ Help me, oh, help me ♪

For the last time, I didn't pinch Mr Grigson's watch.

Then why was it found among your dirty clothing?

- No idea. - Really?

Really.

And I'll tell you something else. That family is weird.

And anyone who listens to anything they say needs their head examined.

Any chance of a cuppa, mate?

Like I said, I'm as dry as a dead dingo's...

Yes, sir?

Er, excuse me. Can I help you?

- A cold beer would be nice. - While we wait.

Cos we're not leaving till you let our mate out.

In fact, you could say this is a sit-in.

Phil.

That guy in the cell seems pretty genuine to me.

I'm going back to the farm to see if there's any other explanation.

- Miller won't like it. - He won't like this either.

You can say that again.

Do you think you'll go back to India?

Definitely. Pretty much straight away.

- Really? - I have to.

I'm in the middle of setting up a school.

- A school? - Yeah.

Just for the poorest children.

But, you know, it's fairly basic, of course.

If we can just get them reading and writing...

It's no good me going out there just for a few months.

I have to be in it for the long haul if I want to make a real difference.

So, in other words, you're going for a long time?

- Yeah. - I see.

- That's why I wanted to ask you... - Just a sec.

- Any news? - Yeah.

The other two Aussies are at the police station,

refusing to budge till Miller lets Skippy go, which he won't.

- So it's stalemate. - ROSIE: Oh, no.

So no more shearing this afternoon?

- No. - Great. So you're free after all.

- Let's go out. - Definitely no more shearing?

Well, how can there be? They're all at the police station.

- OK. - Great.

Oh, young love, eh?

Young love...

Oh, shut up, Bernie. I think it's dead romantic

that he's come all the way back here to find her again.

Don't you, Peg?

It's funny how I get on so well with Australians.

They're my type, I suppose. Proper men.

So you keep saying.

Skip says I could have been one myself in another life.

What, a proper man?

No. An Aussie.

Aye, via Botany Bay.

MUSIC: 'No Hiding Place' by Lonnie Donegan

♪ There's no hiding place down here

♪ No hiding place down here

- Hello there. - Dad's gone to Ashfordly.

You must be Cissie.

- Yeah. - I'm Joe Mason.

I'm here about this watch business.

I'm trying to see if there's any other way

it could have ended up among Skip's clothes.

Maybe you could help me.

Where was the last place you saw the watch?

I'm not sure.

It was on a ledge, wasn't it? Which one?

Which ledge, Cissie? Was it that one?

Right. So, supposing he took his shirt off here and hung it...

I've got to go.

Cissie!

Hiya. Just come to check on Paul's hand.

I'd rather you checked out that sister of his.

Oh?

I'm pretty sure she knows something about that watch,

but when I tried to question her, she ran off.

She's probably just shy, that's all.

No, it's more than that. She's frightened.

There's definitely something troubling her, Carol.

I think she needs help.

I'll have a word.

CAROL: What is it, Cissie? Something's wrong.

Look, love, in my job I hear all sorts. You can tell me.

No, I can't.

Come on, love, don't cry.

I took the watch.

- It's gorgeous, isn't it? - Yeah.

Bet you don't get views like this in India.

Not like it, no. Beautiful in a different way.

Much better than I can describe in my letters.

You know, I'd love you to see it.

That's what I wanted to talk about in the pub with you.

When I go back, would you come with me?

- What? To India? - Yeah.

A weekend here is more my style, Jamie.

I don't mean on holiday.

I mean as my wife.

You'd be amazing, Rosie. Helping out in the school and the parish.

Especially with the women. We'd make such a great team.

I think you know how much I love you.

Sorry. Did you just ask to marry me?

Yeah.

- ROSIE: Hiya. - Hiya. Nice bike ride?

Yeah, it were great, thanks.

- Do you want a hand? - Yes, please.

It's like feeding an army, cooking for them Aussies.

I'm assuming they're gonna be back for their tea.

Miller can't hold Skip much longer, I wouldn't have thought.

Yeah.

He's pretty good-looking, isn't he?

- Skip? - Jamie.

Yeah.

I gather he's told you about going back to India?

He mentioned it, yeah.

To run his own parish with a mission school and everything.

Pretty unselfish, really.

- He's a good man. - I know.

- Lucky you. - Sorry?

Well, he's obviously crackers about you.

I mean, has he said anything?

You know, about the future?

Come on, Rosie, spill the beans.

He's asked you to go back with him, hasn't he?

It's more than that, Gina.

- He's asked me to marry him. - And?

Well, I don't know what to do, do I? I mean, it's just such a shock.

You're wasting your time.

I have every right to hold on to your friend

and will continue to do so until he co-operates with our enquiries.

Now, will you please leave?

Mr Ventress.

If they won't go of their own accord,

I'll have to find a magistrate and obtain an eviction order.

- Unless you arrest them, I suppose. - For what?

Well, I don't know. Something under the Ways and Means Act, I suppose.

But then I'd have to stick them in the cells.

Oh, no, Alf. I want them out of here.

Well, then, perhaps you'd better let him go.

I mean, we don't need to hold him.

We haven't got proof that he actually stole the thing.

The watch was in his pocket.

No, you can't go down there, Mr... Grigson.

This has gone on long enough, Miller.

I've got my watch back

and I've got a shed full of sheep waiting to be shorn.

I need my shearers back. I'm dropping the charge.

David! David!

What did I tell you?

I don't know.

Not to put light things and dark things in together.

What are we going to do?

Strewth, David.

You're a sausage short of a barbie. You really are.

What the...? Oh, stop it!

Just cos you're soft on that Australian.

- She took the watch? Cissie? - Yup.

- But why? - Because her brother told her to.

What?

To get rid of the shearers, apparently.

Get them sacked and take on the job himself.

According to Cissie, his father has always made out he's useless.

- He's desperate to show he isn't. - OK.

Why would she go along with it?

As far as I can make out,

she's been doing what he tells her for most of her life.

Her mother d*ed when she was eight.

She became very much a father's little helper and Paul got jealous.

And took it out on her?

She didn't say as much, but I think so.

Sounds like she needs to get away.

She tried once. Wanted to become a nurse.

But Paul put his foot down.

He's a bully, Joe. She's really scared of him.

Families.

At least that poor shearer's off the hook.

Yes. And I'd better go and tell Sergeant Miller.

Oh, and Joe, make sure he knows it was all Paul's idea.

Cissie was just doing his dirty work.

Yes, ma'am.

Funny, isn't it?

One minute I'm banged up, the next minute I'm free.

No apology? Not even an explanation?

Mr Grigson decided not to pursue the matter.

You can count yourself lucky.

Sarge. What about Paul?

Ah, yes. A stern word from you on the QT should do the trick.

On the QT? What, not even tell his father?

Not unless you want to cause family ructions.

What about Cissie? Don't we need to do something about her?

No, we should not.

Constable Mason,

we meddle in people's private lives at our own peril.

Whatever's going on in that family is not a police matter.

- You done in the kitchen? - Yeah.

You seem to spend half your life helping other people.

- Have you had time to think yet? - No.

- When, then? - Come on, Jamie. Give me a chance.

You've just sprung this enormous thing on me.

- It's a lot to take in. - I know. I'm sorry.

I just don't want to leave without you, Rosie.

Ever since I've met you, I've known you were the one.

I do love you very much, you know.

HORN HONKS

- Are you coming? - Hey, you're out.

Yeah. We're gonna cr*ck on and finish the job.

- Look, erm... I have to go. - Yeah. See you later.

- Rosie, remember what I just said. - I will.

Come on, Paul. You knew that watch

was in Skip's pocket all along. - No.

You knew because you told your sister to put it there.

- No, I didn't. - She does everything you say.

Even steal and lie. Why is that? Because you're a bully!

- No. - You lay off her, all right?

You leave that poor girl alone!

- What do we owe you? - Don't be daft.

I was only helping out.

You wouldn't help out some more, would you?

Sorry?

We've got six weeks' more work before we head home.

We need someone on the fleeces.

- Why don't you come with us? - What?

For money this time, obviously.

You're a good worker, Rosie. You fit in really well.

- All the blokes think so. - It's very nice of you to ask.

We'll be going all over. Wales. Scotland.

Don't answer yet. But think about it.

I can't, Skip. Really I can't. But thanks anyway.

Did he ask you about coming with us?

- Yeah. - And?

Come on, Rosie. I'd hate to say goodbye just yet.

Goes against the grain to pay a bunch of thieves.

Still, here you are.

What's this?

MUSIC: 'Why Do You Treat Me Like You Do?' by Donovan

You're a nice girl, Cissie.

You want to get out of here while you still can.

And you want to ask your daughter how she got these.

Do you mind?

Couldn't help noticing. I'm real sorry.

Nice, eh?

♪ Keep on loving someone else

♪ Now don't you try to hide...

I'll k*ll him this time.

- I swear! I'll k*ll him! - No!

- Come here! - Leave him, Dad, please!

- No, Dad! - Get off me!

♪ Why do you treat me like you do? ♪

And he's asked you to go to India?

I'd be helping set up the school, wouldn't I?

If we had kids, we'd have someone called an amah to look after them.

The rainy season is called the monsoon.

- He told you all about it, then? - Yeah.

He says it's important I know what I'm letting myself in for.

Oh, Bernie, he's a wonderful person and we get on so well.

It's just...

It's funny, but just after he asked me to go to India,

the Aussies offered me a job.

- Really? - Well, only for six weeks.

Helping out with the shearing till they go back.

Two offers in one day. You are Miss Popular.

Well, which is it to be?

Marriage in India or six weeks with the sheep shearers?

- Neither. - Eh?

I can't exactly go off and leave you, can I? It wouldn't be fair.

Oh, don't be so daft.

Goodness gracious, girl, forget me and the garage.

We don't matter. You're young. Young people should have adventures.

- Not that I ever did, of course. - Oh, Bernie.

I don't want you to make the same mistake.

So, what do I do, then?

Have an adventure.

- But which one? - That's up to you.

According to Skip there, she's got bruises all up her arm.

ALF: Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Well, they're a funny lot, these hill farmers, Joe.

Meaning what, that Miller's right? We should just leave it?

Leave well alone, that's my advice.

- But she's frightened. - It's a domestic.

Nowt to do with us.

And what are you worried about?

In a few weeks' time, you'll be out of all this.

Safe and sound in the Big Smoke.

Eh up, here they come. Gina!

- Yeah? - Get the grub in.

- Can you give us a hand, Phil? - Yeah.

- Cissie. - Nurse Cassidy.

- I'm sorry to bother you. - No, no, you're not.

You know what I said about being a nurse?

Yeah.

I just wondered if I could ask you a little more about it.

Of course you can. Come in.

OK, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for the misunderstanding.

I'm sorry for misleading you.

Even though I didn't realise I had.

I went to Daniel's grave this afternoon.

- Oh, yeah? - Just thinking things over.

I do want another baby.

- You do? - I always did.

It's just that... I was frightened.

Frightened?

In case it happened again.

Gina! They'd wrap you up in cotton wool.

They probably wouldn't even let you out of the hospital.

I know all that. But the fear's still there.

I mean...

What if I couldn't love it? What?

Losing Daniel was so painful.

What if it's used up all my feelings?

Gina. Gina, Gina.

We will try again, Phil, I promise you.

Only if you're really sure.

I am.

In fact, why don't you throw them pills away?

Oh, I love you.

I mean, I might not even get on the course.

What, with all those O Levels? They'd accept you in a flash.

Look, Cissie, I'll do everything I can to help.

I'll get the forms from Ashfordly General

and show you how to fill them out...

What about Paul?

Never mind about Paul. You're a big girl now.

You've got your own life to lead. And it's like Skip said.

It's high time you got away from the farm.

But he'll be so angry.

Cissie, I heard about the bruises on your arm.

Could I have a look? Please?

Come on, let me see.

SIGHS

When did he do this?

The other day. I said I wouldn't steal the watch and...

Oh, Cissie, this is no good, is it?

No. I want to get away, Nurse Cassidy, I really do.

But I don't know how. I'm afraid he'll stop me.

No, he won't. I'll make sure he doesn't.

I was coming to find you. There's a singsong at the pub.

Oh, OK. Night, Cissie.

And remember, don't say a word. Wait till I'm with you.

Night.

Sorry. Did I interrupt?

No, she was going anyway.

Joe, I took a look at those bruises. They're just awful.

Right. I'll have another word with Sergeant Miller.

No need. She's leaving.

- How do you mean? - Getting away from the farm.

For good, if I have anything to do with it.

I'm gonna make damn sure she gets on that nurses' training course.

Meanwhile we'll fix for her to stay with an aunt in Whitby.

I'm gonna put her on the bus first thing in the morning.

- Well, that was quick work. - It had to be.

As soon as I saw those bruises, I knew I had to get it settled,

while she was still feeling brave.

And you're collecting her from the farm?

She'd never do it on her own. She'd be far too frightened.

- OK, I'll come with you. - Thanks.

MUSIC: 'Bye Bye Love' by The Everly Brothers

Wait there, Deefer.

♪ Bye-bye, love

♪ Bye-bye, happiness

♪ Hello, loneliness

♪ I think I'm gonna cry

♪ Bye-bye, love

♪ Bye-bye, sweet caress

♪ Hello, emptiness

♪ I feel like I could die

♪ Bye-bye, my love, goodbye

♪ Bye-bye, my love, goodbye ♪

Good riddance to you!

Brand new!

You're full of rust holes

and you didn't have any instructions either!

DAVID: It's gone, Deefer.

And we don't care how cross Aunt Peg is, do we, eh?

♪ There was a wild colonial boy

♪ Jack Duggan was his name

♪ Of poor but honest parents

♪ He was born in Castlemaine

♪ He was his father's only hope

♪ His mother's pride and joy

♪ And dearly did his parents love

♪ The wild colonial boy...

- Congratulations. - What?

The Cissie business. Knowing what to do, rescuing the poor girl.

- I was well out of my depth. - I know what these farms are like.

Country life, eh? It's a little bit much for a city boy like me.

I'll have to get you to explain it to me.

Maybe I could take you out for a meal some evening?

Thanks, Joe, but... It's a lovely offer.

But you're gonna be leaving in a few weeks,

so why don't we just leave things as they are, yeah?

Oh, here he is!

My little David.

Come here, lad. Come to your auntie.

Oh, he's brought the laundry and all.

Give it out, lovey.

Constables Younger and Mason and, of course, our lovely Bernie.

Lovely clean shirts.

♪ ..captured him

- ♪ The wild colonial boy ♪ - PEGGY: Cash on delivery.

Because I am in the mood to make a night of it.

WHOOPING

Have one on me...

Oh, well... if that's your attitude.

♪ Of all the stars that ever shone

♪ Not one does sparkle like your pale blue eyes

♪ Like golden corn at harvest time

♪ Your hair

♪ Sailing in my boat

♪ The wind gently blows ♪

Oh, no, no, no.

No, that's enough to make an iron grid cry.

It is. Come on. Let's have summat cheerful.

♪ It's lonesome away from your kindred and all

♪ By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call

♪ But there's nothing so lonesome

♪ So dull or so drear

♪ Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

- Can we go in the snug a minute? - Sure.

♪ The publican's anxious for the quota to come

♪ There's a faraway look on the face of a bum...

- Tomorrow morning? - : sharp. HQ.

The two of us, to discuss the handover.

I thought I'd let you know straightaway.

Right. So, when's the new guy coming?

In two weeks' time.

But they want you to delay your posting. Show him the ropes.

Right.

Obviously you're gonna have to move out of the police house

so he can move in.

Oh, yeah, I see.

♪ When the barman says suddenly, "The pub's got no beer"

AUSTRALIAN: Swagman!

My driving licence. You wanted to see it.

I don't think that'll be necessary under the circumstances.

Well, if you're sure...

Can I buy you a pint just to show there's no hard feelings?

A police officer never drinks on duty.

Not in this country, at any rate.

OK. Shake on it instead?

♪ The boss is inside

♪ Drinking wine with his mates

♪ He hurries for cover and cringes in fear

♪ It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer ♪

I can't do it, Jamie.

I've thought and I've thought and it's not the life I want.

Look, I know I've rushed things, but...

It's not that. It'd be the same whenever you'd asked me.

I'd be no good at it, India and all that. It's not me.

Well, it could be. Once you get out there, you'll see.

No, I'm a farmer's daughter.

I'm not right for your world. I couldn't be a missionary.

I wouldn't even know what to do in a school.

You don't have to. Not if you don't want.

Please, Rosie, just come with me and come as my wife.

But we hardly know each other.

- Well, I think we do. - No, we don't.

We spent one weekend together last year

and we've written a couple of letters.

It's not enough to base the rest of our lives on. It can't be.

I do wanna do other things. Of course I do. Just...

Just not this.

I wouldn't be happy.

So, er...

The answer's no?

I'm so sorry.

It's OK.

I'm sorry, too.

Jamie!

It's no good. I tried to explain. Dad's OK, but Paul...

Did you pack a case?

- Yeah, but... - Where is it?

Come on, Cissie, it's all gonna be all right. Get in.

- Paul! Please! - Get out of that car now!

No.

- No! - JOE: Leave her!

She's going, Paul. She's had enough. And I'll be watching you.

The slightest attempt to get her back and I'll have you.

Nurse Cassidy's seen those bruises. We know what you've been up to.

I see she got you, too, then.

He didn't look too happy.

Neither would you if you'd been given the elbow.

Well, I have, in a manner of speaking.

Don't worry, Bernie, it's only for six weeks.

Oh!

Mr Mason! I think she's waking up.

Here we go.

Wakey-wakey, Mrs Armstrong! David's come to drive you home.

- Here you go. Watch your head. - I think I'm dying.

I'm sorry, Gina.

I tried to get her to go last night but she was so fast asleep.

Don't worry, David. It's not your fault.

You did the right thing, leaving her to sleep it off.

Aunt Peggy, I told you not to have all those drinks.

SHE GROANS

I told you to keep away from those Australians as well.

I think I'm going to be sick again.

Good luck! By the way, I don't think I want any more washing done.

No, nor me. Even my pants are pink.

Don't worry, cos that washing machine's gone now.

- What? - Er, yeah.

It went for a bit of a spin.

I beg your pardon?

See you!

Are you sure it's all right, Bernie, me leaving you like this?

- Of course it is. - Thanks for the talk last night.

- It really helped. - Get along with you.

You knew what you were gonna be doing all along.

I'll tell you about my adventures when I get back. Bye, everyone.

Bye, Rosie. We'll miss you.

- See you, guys. - Bye.

- Geoff. - Bye, Rosie. Take care.

See you later, David.

- Behave yourself. - I'll try.

Ta-ra.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

Cheer up, Geoff. She'll be back in six weeks.

Possibly.

Bye!

HORN HONKS