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[ Didgeridoo playing ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Music continues ]
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[ Birds, insects chirping ]
[ Thunder rumbling ]
HATTIE: [ Mumbling ]
CHARLES: Hattie?
[ Mumbling ]
CHARLES: [ Echoing ] Hattie?
Hattie.
[ Women wailing ]
CHARLES: [ Echoing ] Lady Hattie?
HATTIE: [ Echoing ] I'm here, Charles.
CHARLES: Come with me.
You must come with me.
[ Wailing continues ]
HATTIE: How can I?
CHARLES: Come with me.
You must come with me.
HATTIE: Where are we going?
CHARLES: We must hurry.
Hattie?
Charles!
-Wait for me! -Hattie?
HATTIE: Where are we going?
CHARLES: Hattie.
[ Wind whistling ]
No!
CHARLES: I'm here.
Quickly. You must follow.
HATTIE: I-I can't.
[ Thunder crashing ]
[ Hinges creaking ]
[ Wind whistling ]
[ Birds chirping ]
CHARLES: At last you're here.
We can rest awhile.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Scream echoing ]
[ Wind whistling ]
[ Moans ]
HATTIE: [ Mumbling ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Tapping ]
[ Clock chiming ]
[ Wind whistling ]
[ Women speaking Aboriginal language ]
HATTIE: Ketch?
Ketch?
Ketch?
Ketch?
Ketch? Ketch?
[ Sighs ]
You know Ketch? Ketch?
Oh, is that not his real name?
Ketch? You know Ketch?
[ Sighs ]
Ketch.
Two white men -- Adare, Thomson --
went look for gold five months ago.
[ Conversations in Aboriginal language ]
Ketch. Adare.
Ketch. Adare.
Ketch. Dare.
Alive or dead?
Ketch.
Dare.
Alive or dead?
Oh, we've been here for years!
Why could you not have learned English?!
[ Sobbing ]
[ Men speaking Aboriginal language ]
[ Speaking Aboriginal language ]
[ Speaking Aboriginal language ]
[ Wind whistling ]
CHARLES: [ Echoing ] "Young stranger.
I've been a ranger in search of pleasure throughout every clime.
Alas, 'tis not for me.
Bewitch'd I sure must be,
to lose in grieving all my maiden prime.
Sweetest sorrow.
I thought to leave thee and deceive thee,
but now of all the world, I love thee best."
HATTIE: Who wrote that nonsense?
An apothecary.
A little pillroller by the name of John Keats.
At 27, he was dead.
HATTIE: At 27?
At 27, I'd been seduced, murdered my brother,
gone forever from my home.
But life had promise,
and I would not willingly have left it.
Now only the flesh is reluctant.
Like a child at a party,
too exhausted to go home, to sleep.
[ Wind whistling ]
HATTIE:[ Screams ]
[ Screaming continues ]
[ Sobbing ]
-What's doing? -[ Gasps ]
Oh, Sam, why do you not bury that frightful thing?!
It's there to frighten me... to stop me.
Sam!
Can you never take the direct way?!
Will you never speak and say,
"I will not have you do this or that"?!
Forbid me!
Oblige me to do what you would have done!
Sam, do not go silently to make me afraid!
[ Sobs ]
I have to do the way I can.
Oh, Sam.
Come here to me.
[ Sobbing ]
Oh, you know I'm yours.
Once.
Still.
Oh, Sam!
This has been going on now for months.
I can no longer bear your silences.
We -- We are closer now than we've been for a long time.
I know words trouble you.
I-I shall only ask you for "yes" and "no."
Were you jealous of Charles Adare?
Aye.
And did you think I'd been unfaithful?
Not in your bed.
How, then?
Always, always talking.
You've kept off the liquor, got back your looks...
house, ordering dinner... duties social, duties domestic.
There was a little piece of paper in my workbooks
written by Charles --
a silly little thing with a list of duties on it.
Did you take it?
Whyfor did you want to keep it --
him giving you orders?
It meant nothing.
I owed him for that.
But you paid him in death.
He has gone to his death through you,
as my brother died through me for the same reasons --
to possess each other wholly, to let nobody come between us.
We're so unhappy.
We've brought about so much unhappiness.
[ Sobs ]
What good has it done to anyone, our having loved?
[ Sighs ]
[ Insects chirping, dog barking in distance ]
[ Hattie wailing in distance ]
Ought to be getting news of Dixon's expedition soon.
Been gone nigh on half a year.
Mr. Adare, too, sir.
Five months.
Can something not be done, sir --
a search party sent out?
If we could have some assurance of his safety,
I-I think her ladyship would --
Adare is His Ex's cousin.
[ Wailing continues ]
It's for the governor to move.
Have you done correspondence?
All but one letter, sir.
I've no right to say it, perhaps,
but I'm convinced from my own observation
that the woman is mischievous.
What woman?
It's -- It's not my affair,
but from what I've gathered, and for her ladyship's sake --
You bloody gentlemen.
Your observation and what you have gathered.
You and Mr. Adare.
Quit your blathering and read it to me.
It's from Miss Milly, sir.
"Hearing that there is now no just cause or impediment
and being disengaged,
I beg to offer myself for the position given up in March last.
Will be glad of an answer by return,
owing to many applications
and oblige your respectful, humble servant, Milly."
Sir, if I --
Stow the patter.
No.
No, I-I must not be silent.
Lady Henrietta is fighting her weakness gallantly.
But, sir, if you bring this woman back, it will be the end.
Indeed it will.
Miss Milly procured her the means --
Adare said that.
You're parroting Adare.
No, sir.
He mentioned it.
I go bail, he did.
Milly get her the stuff? What did Milly get out of that?
Well, what do I get out of saying this?
If I speak like this,
it's because I cannot bear to see a lady --
You talk too much!
You gentlemen are all the same.
Like the sound of your own voices.
I wish someone would tell me the good of a gentleman.
Write Milly she can come.
Get me your Form F, Mr. Winter.
Please, sir.
Get it.
"Be object to take orders..."
Sir, I will write the letter.
"...and untrustworthy...
in house."
[ Paper rustling ]
Write Milly she can come.
Yes, sir.
And while you keep saying "Yes, sir,"
this...stays where it is.
[ Birds chirping ]
Madam, Miss Milly has written.
Mr. Flusky has invited her back.
I, uh, I know it cannot be agreeable to you,
but I thought it might be less shocking if you knew.
I, uh, I spoke against it, as far as my capacity allowed.
Good of you, Mr. Winter.
Obliged to you.
Mistaken, though.
I, uh, I have no objection to see Milly back.
No longer any objection.
Tell me.
No news?
Of Mr. Adare, ma'am...none.
Oh, but do not give up hope.
In this country at this time of year, men do not starve.
Five months is not long.
I know.
He will not come back, though.
♪ And my empty heart cannot recall ♪
♪ The forgotten dreams that brought me joy ♪
-WOMAN: [ Laughing ] -MAN: ♪ La, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la... ♪
WOMAN: No! [ Laughs ]
I was a chambermaid at an inn, I was.
Bender.
I was.
And one of those gentlemen took from me
the only thing a poor girl has.
And there was a babe, you see?
Tell, bird.
And the -- And the lord coming in his coach
and work to be done and tips to be got.
And so I smothered the babe,
and they sent me out here, a poor girl ruined.
A good girl. I never did no one any harm.
[ Laughing ] Whoo!
Like a knocking shop.
[ Both laughing ]
[ Dog barking in distance ]
WOMAN: I had the babe in the top of my stocking, like.
And I took it outside, and I was hiding it under the haystack
when that stableboy started yelling and yelling.
He was half-wit, you see?
[ Woman laughing ]
I knew it!
Uh, just coming out, my love.
Just been selling these ladies some lush.
[ Women screaming, dishes clattering ]
[ Glass breaking ]
And what is it this time? The bushrangers?
Worse.
Wives!
[ Dogs barking in distance ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Door closes ]
You do not intend to go on drinking?
Miss Milly is back in the morning.
You know what I like about you, Mr. Winter?
You're a gentleman.
SAL: Perhaps Mr. Winter will give you back
what the other gentleman took.
[ Laughter ]
But I like gentlemen.
Here's a gentleman, dear.
Alderman Lushington.
Curtsy to the alderman.
[ Laughter ]
The only gentleman what never ran away.
Alderman Lushington!
[ Laughs ]
Upstairs, downstairs...
ALL: ...and in my Lady Jane!
[ Laughter ]
[ Birds chirping, chickens squawking ]
[ Snoring ]
You...ladies.
[ Snoring continues ]
You...women.
You...
You harlots!
You ***!
You slatterns.
You ***.
You evildoers.
You generation of vipers!
[ Groans ]
Not to be spoken to like that.
One thing I can't endure is a needling, nailing nagger.
[ Groaning ]
Oh.
The sight of your mug is enough to knap the devil the glim.
Yes?
Mm. I've said my say.
[ Groans ]
-[ Thud ] -[ Groans ]
Ooh.
I'm ready for the devil...
...I'll have you know.
[ Moaning ]
Oh. M-Milly.
Yes. Me, all right.
[ Groans ]
Ain't you getting up yet?
Oh, you're not looking any too well.
Any news of Mr. Adare?
He's dead.
Back where we started from.
And there's fools as don't believe in a judgment.
Milly...if you please,
would you take over the ordering of the house,
as you did before?
Well, it's time someone took over.
Dirt everywhere.
Women selling the saucepans for a drink.
There's money in the purse there.
Just take it.
No. I never have, and I never will.
There's one thing, though, if I am to take over.
The keys.
[ Keys jingling ]
You don't need to move for dinner.
There.
HATTIE: [ Exhales deeply ]
Bed's more easeful when you're not yourself.
You're kind.
So very kind.
I do my duty.
Or so I hope.
You sleep now.
Monthly accounts.
[ Door closes ]
[ Door opens ]
I've completed the accounts.
And taken your time about them.
If you've spent hours trying to prove me
as dishonest as yourself, you've been wasting your time.
You will not find that book a hap'orth out.
You're a model bookkeeper, Miss Milly.
And I am not dishonest.
Oh, then, what were you transported for, Mr. Winter?
[ Door closes ]
SAL: [ Exhales deeply ]
Oh, he had light hands, did Mr. James.
Taught me everything that I know.
Very educated man, Mr. James.
Butler's son. Read books.
I'd cover for him while he put down his forks,
light as a bird, bring up handkerchiefs
you could sell to the Archbishop of Canterbury.
Gave me a ring once.
Said he took it off the little finger
of one of the Newgate turnkeys.
I had fingers neat as a man, I did.
More than one in London said that.
"Pretty little Sal's got fingers neat as a man," they'd say.
[ Both laughing ]
Candles, wax, 20 pounds.
Short eight ounces.
Mark that down.
Peppercorns, black and white, two pounds.
Over, for a wonder -- two ounces.
Mark it down.
Sugar, four loaves.
One broken. Mark it down broken by carter.
I tell him every time about his handling.
One five-pound box of tea.
Correct.
Fed like the queen of England,
and still you lags keep prigging.
SAL: Sorry, Miss Milly.
"Sorry" doesn't mend the jug.
Salt, 18 pounds.
And damp. I'll be burned.
Bacca first.
See, dear, you're a lag, but not family.
Worst of both worlds.
Well, I thought you'd at least say how clever I'd done it.
Ta.
Take it easy, mister.
Sir, I beg your pardon.
Stow that.
What's that you got there?
Uh, private documents, sir.
Give it here.
No, sir.
[ Drawer slides, rattles ]
Want to go back to government for rumping?
Sir, this book does not belong to me.
How you come by it, then?
It belongs to Miss Milly.
Look.
Her handwriting.
You know it. It's proof.
Milly has been spending every penny of her wages
to buy drink for your wife.
When Lady Henrietta gave her clothes to sell for drink,
that woman gave them away to charity
a-and spent her own money to poison her ladyship.
Why'd she do that?
The clothes? I don't know.
Self-righteousness, perhaps. I don't know.
But that book proves that she was buying the liquor.
Milly!
Sir, you have to be rid of Miss Milly, for madam's sake.
[ Keys jingling ]
This yours?
It is.
And how did you come by it, I should like to know.
You've been buying drink.
And why not, pray?
She admits it, sir. You see? She admits it!
You answer me a question --
Have I or have I not the right
to turn an honest penny by trading as well as another?
Strong drink's a mocker,
but it don't make a fool of a man who sells it,
nor the woman neither.
Now, you look in that book you make so free with.
You look in it,
and you see how much I paid into temperance these last years.
If I sell drink
and I-I pay over what I make to the glory of the Lord,
whose business is that?
So she is twisting it.
There is nothing in that book about selling.
You have stolen only the book with the outgoings.
There's another.
And you shall see it, Mr. Flusky.
It was the lag here
what stole the book from me, then, was it, Mr. Flusky?
She is lying, Mr. Flusky.
Now listen, mister.
This is your doing.
Making mischief, eh?
Talking poetry to madam, eh?
Don't want nobody about this house with their eyes open.
-That's about the facts of it. -You are buying drink for her.
I know it. You know it.
The proof is there, if only he'd look for it.
If ever I stole a farthing
that isn't mine, I would swallow it red-hot.
I am not accusing you of stealing.
Oh, well, I'm accusing you, then --
of stealing my book!
Mr. Flusky, I have been to you a good and a faithful servant,
laboring late and early.
Now, wherefore should I get her drink?
And where did that lag steal my book?
I speak the truth.
Ask her ladyship.
That's good.
Her ladyship.
That's good, that is.
Ask her. Do, Mr. Flusky.
Lady Henrietta knows.
She knows this woman is trying to kill her,
and she's consenting.
She wants to die.
You say that!
[ Footsteps approaching ]
A letter -- from Charles Adare.
[ Grunts ]
[ Body sliding ]
[ Horse snorts ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Horse snorts ]
MAN: Yah!
[ Cart rattling ]
[ Groans ]
[ Thud ]
[ Exhales deeply ]
CHARLES: "Do not forget me.
Charles Adare."
[ Sighs ]
CHARLES: "My friend,
actually it is no more than half an hour since I saw you.
But I must look forward to the time
when Winter delivers this missive into your hand.
He has orders to give it to you
six months from the day of my departure.
How do you do six months from now?
Are you standing the test of time, my lady masterpiece?
Well, never mind that question.
Take out the little list I made you and examine your conscience
with regard to social and domestic duties.
Are you ordering dinner?
Do you go about more?
Are you writing to my sister, Alethea?
I have sufficiently good conceit of myself
to suppose that you are obedient in all.
If I did not think you were safe,
I would not leave you.
And now for scolding.
Why do you talk
as if your husband were trying to *** me?
You cannot rationally suppose it.
His maneuverings are those of a child.
He is a creature people could love if he would let them,
like a sort of rough, cantankerous retriever dog.
And that reminds me --
Do you recollect S. Quaife of the petticoat?
I saw her yesterday --
six months ago as you read this --
in a George Street barbershop.
If she were not a hangman's daughter..."
Oh.
There.
Oh, he's out of the house.
Mr. Flusky said I was to tell you.
[ Chuckles ]
I wouldn't have his back this time tomorrow,
rushing in like that to a lady's bedroom.
Well, that's the end of Mr. Winter.
Accusing me, he was.
But Mr. Flusky stood by me.
Always has done.
And better off without these young fellows
who think they're somebody.
Now we can all settle down.
No mischief-making.
Everything like it was.
Try and eat some of that chicken, mind.
And I brought you a little draft the doctor ordered.
There.
Might bring back appetite.
You have purpose.
Well, I should hope so.
Stronger than mine.
You mustn't brood.
Eat some of that chicken, mind.
Do you good.
[ Clock chiming ]
Sam.
Would you take me to town?
There's no reason why not.
If you've some notion about Winter, it's no good.
Winter?
But he's gone, is he not?
M-Milly said something --
He's gone, all right.
Well, if you feel able for it...
...step out.
If I drop you in George Street, will that do?
[ Dog barking ]
You have an appointment, perhaps.
Do not consider me.
Appointment?
I'm late for that anyway.
With His Ex, the governor.
Won't do him any harm to wait.
Nothing you want me to ask?
Oh, just...to pay my respect.
Here.
[ Laughter, indistinct conversations ]
How long will you be?
An hour. More.
I don't know.
[ Dog barking ]
[ Carriage passing ]
When you can tell me why the duty on rum is 10 and twopence
when it's only three bob for other spirits --
We don't attend to females here.
Your daughter -- I do not know her name, I fear.
Might I speak with her?
She's upstairs.
Who was that, Quaife?
Remember old Sam Flusky?
She's no family woman, talking funny like that.
Ever rub old Flusky, did you, Quaife?
Oh, real fancy. [ Laughs ]
I don't remember faces.
Only backs and legs, eh, Quaife?
[ Laughter ]
Yes.
Yes.
You are as he described you.
I, uh, I shall sit down if I may.
-Y-You do not know who I am. -Yes, I do.
But I am here because of somebody you do know --
Seen you at the ball.
A-A Mr. Charles Adare.
He -- He has asked me to call on you
to, uh, to give you a message for him.
Is he back, then?
I had a letter...
Oh. You had a letter.
...in which he asked me to say...
...to find out if you were well.
What's that to do with him?
If I said you were alive to him and he to you --
I wouldn't know what you were talking about.
I came...to ask you to come to my house.
I don't do hairdressing.
Oh, forgive me. I explained myself badly.
As my guest.
Me?
What are you getting at?
I don't know how to talk to ladyships.
Honorables either, for that matter.
I know when a person's on the cross, though,
and I'll keep where I am.
My husband was a felon.
He has been whipped before now, perhaps by your father,
down there in the square.
So, you see, I cannot put on airs.
I am not...on the cross.
I-I am not teasing you.
I'm asking you in good faith, will you come?
I-I don't see what for.
Will you?
Charles wrote to me that you had a face shaped like a heart.
It is true.
I'm fly to that kind of gamin.
Know his sort.
What do you want me for?
I won't say anything without you telling me what you want me for.
I, uh, I-I want somebody with me
who I'm not afraid of or sorry for.
[ Sighs ]
-Dad! Here! Quick! -MR. QUAIFE: What's that?
Lady's sick! Needs some water!
[ Door closes ]
[ Moans ]
Water, I said!
This will do her more good.
She's a lady. Ought to have salts.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Your daughter has been...
good enough to promise to pay me a visit.
I-I hope you will allow it.
All right.
[ Exhales deeply ]
You shall have the land for the trade school.
You'll require the colonial architect?
Long as he don't waste money
carving lamb skulls on top of pillars.
If he wants skulls, I'll get him real ones to nail up.
I'll give you a note. Perhaps you can discuss it.
[ Knock on door ]
Excuse me, sir.
Lady Henrietta well?
Passing, thankee.
Excuse me, Your Excellency.
I believe Mr. Flusky might be interested in this dispatch
from Mr. Dixon,
who has been exploring the source of the Bogan River.
He's found your cousin, sir, Mr. Charles Adare, alive.
Ah. Thank God for that.
The surveyor -- young Thomson?
Dead, sir.
Ketch?
Native went with them.
There's no mention of a native.
He had his uses, that Ketch.
So he survived.
Well, this is a good a moment as any
to thank you for what you tried to do for him.
Charles made no secret that you advised him,
as did I, against this adventure.
[ Chuckles ]
I don't know how it takes you, Mr. Flusky.
But I'm discovering a kind of regard
for young men who will not do as they're told.
The thing I like best about this young country --
None of the currency generation will do as it's told.
Uh, last we heard of him,
Charles was going towards the Fish River.
Well, he was down here, on the Bogan.
He was very ill, living with the natives.
Dixon managed to get him to a farmhouse to recuperate.
They believe it may be about two months
before we see him back in Sydney.
Dixon paid the natives a clasp knife
and two wallaby skins for him.
Not a bad price for a gentleman.
Not a bad walk either.
[ Cows lowing ]
Hello, Sam.
Did you speak with the governor?
He asked after you.
Sends his regards.
Anything else?
Talked about the trade school.
Nothing else?
Busy man, His Ex.
Look. I've made your tea just how you like it.
Do you mind if I sit down?
It's, uh, it's not that I'm tired.
But I-I can't have any what I call conversation,
so to speak, in the kitchen.
Ladyship's comfortable.
I've seen to that.
How is ladyship tonight?
Why don't you go up yourself and see, Mr. Flusky?
Oh, no.
I know you don't care for to see her the way she is sometimes.
Well, we can all have a bit of peace
now that Mr. Winter's gone.
Course, as you know very well, Mr. Flusky,
she is taking brandy.
Doctor won't have her deprived altogether.
She might go out of her mind if we did that.
Of course, it goes against what I think right,
but I give her the dose.
I measure it out like as if it were poison --
Oh, which it is, for that matter.
This, uh...this house is a very different place
from what it was with Mr. Adare here.
You're like me, Mr. Flusky.
Penny-plain, as they say.
We can't do with fal-lals.
You have come on, Mr. Flusky.
You'll be able to leave off working one of these days.
Now, that's a funny thing to think of --
not to have to work anymore.
Oh, that would be acceptable.
Very.
How much you been giving her?
Now, that's something I won't speak about, Mr. Flusky.
Excuse me.
Of course, it's true she's gone downhill
since that young Adare left.
He kept her going with, I say, other interests.
Now she -- she don't care.
What does doctor say?
Oh, him?
Well, they can't afford to what I call "dot their I's."
Pays a doctor to be cheerful.
We've all got to go, Mr. Flusky.
You'll feel it, but it's got to be.
And it's the best thing in the end for all.
That you can't gainsay.
One go.
Another come.
That's the Lord's plan for the world.
But there's one will stand by you.
[ Bird squawking ]
Yes?
Ladyship invited me to visit.
Did she indeed, Miss?
Quaife.
Quaife. Your father's --
My name is Miss Susan Quaife.
We'll see about this.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
There's been a mistake.
Ladyship says she's never heard of you.
Oh!
I daresay nobody can't hear if they're not told.
Well, perhaps you'll give me a little more information,
if I might presume to ask.
What did you say you've come for?
To visit.
Oh, indeed. Very good. Come to visit.
Whose invitation?
Hers.
[ Sighs ] I see.
I'm very sorry, Miss.
The fact is, madam --
She's not always what I call herself, by no means.
Mm.
She doesn't always remember what she's said and done.
That's the way it is.
So here's what we'll do -- You come in a minute.
I'll have the cart sent 'round for your luggage.
Oh, young girl like you.
She's never done such a thing before, to my knowledge.
In here.
I'll bring you a nice cup of tea.
[ Clock ticking ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Clangs ]
[ Rattling ]
[ Rattling in distance ]
[ Keys jingling ]
Oh!
Hm?
That will be the first thing for you to study --
how to come into a room.
[ Both chuckle ]
What's this?
Extra place laid.
That's for ladyship coming down -- with a visitor.
What visitor?
Well, that's it, Mr. Flusky.
I've been waiting for you to come in.
Of course, I'm only a servant.
I'm not consulted, quite so.
And it's your orders she's to do as she likes, within limits.
Well, in my opinion, this goes beyond.
You may well ask what visitor.
Quaife's daughter.
Whose?
You know very well, Mr. Flusky.
The hangman that was.
Now, what do you say?
Well, I done my part.
I laid the table and all.
It's for you to say if you'll sit down to it.
It's not my business.
Does ladyship know?
Her drawing room.
Hmm.
Old Quaife's daughter in a drawing room.
Excuse me, but it does look comical, all things considered.
Drawing fowls is more what she be used to.
Samson, this is my guest.
You'd ought to be in bed.
Later.
It is, uh, it is very good, is it not, of Miss Quaife
to give me her company?
Company?
Is this what you call --
Dinner's nigh on ready.
Uh, m-my husband...
SUSAN: Who's that let me in today?
The housekeeper, Miss Milly.
Do you like her?
She is useful.
Very economical.
You don't have to look at money both sides.
I don't like her.
She tells lies, too.
Said you knew nothing about me.
Nor I did.
Nor do I.
You must have wondered very much
that I should come the other day and speak to you.
You may hear them say -- Milly say --
that I am not always well.
That is true.
But you must not think I did not know what I was doing
when I invited you.
Milly told you something like that.
I fixed her anyway.
There is something I must show you.
It will make us known to each other
better than anything I can say.
It is from somebody you know.
Will you not take it?
I can't read -- not handwriting.
Oh, I see. I am sorry.
Would you care for me to teach you while you were here?
[ Keys jingling ]
Time you was in bed, ladyship, if you please.
We don't want you tired out.
I'd like to learn.
I'd be thankful.
-Very well. -Tonight?
There's only one thing ladyship's doing tonight,
and that's bed.
I'll bring you up your little something when you're settled.
Perhaps it would be better.
Perhaps just for tonight.
I am a little tired.
Tired? [ Chuckles ] So you'd ought.
No. She's not used to you.
You let me.
By yourself? Where's my wife?
Bed.
How did she get ahold of you?
Came and asked me.
Didn't know her.
Thought it might knock up a lark.
She spoke very nice.
What's the idea?
She got a letter -- from Charles Adare.
What's he got to do with this?
He told her...
To get ahold of you.
Aye.
Very well.
You're most welcome.
You put me in mind of that young gent Mr. Adare.
Proper nib, he was.
Played the devil with Miss Milly.
Got her out of the house.
"She's been getting your lady the lush,"
he said to the master.
What did Mr. Flusky say?
Oh, she took herself off.
But she left him with a flea in his ear.
"It's not the lush," she says.
"It's your bed you should keep an eye on."
Have a bit of toast, duck.
That true?
Oh, I don't blame nobody.
When a woman follows her heart, she follows the road --
He never.
For all Mr. Flusky thought so,
I was housemaid then and used to make the beds.
I'd take my oath --
Mr. Flusky was jealous something terrible.
I won't say he had any reason.
You don't catch me talking ill of the dead.
The dead?
Bad luck.
It is that.
Aye.
Who's dead?
Why, Mr. Adare.
Mr. Adare's dead.
No. Ladyship had a letter.
Mr. Flusky fixed up the rig with Ketch, the black.
And poor Mr. Adare, away he went.
Ladyship had a letter.
Ladyship or no ladyship, letter or no letter,
when Mr. Flusky says croak, croak it is.
[ Keys jingling ]
But it's Milly at the bottom of it.
Ladyship's tray.
Ladyship won't be down today.
Pardon me,
but that's my property you're making so free with.
You heard me, miss.
Will you kindly put them slippers down?
I'm asking you.
I shan't ask twice.
If I don't, what will you do?
Well, never you mind.
You've got to call me "miss."
Aye.
And a right miss you are, too.
Why don't ladyship come down?
Because she don't choose. She has took ill again.
Oh, and who got her the lush to get sick on?
"Jest not with a rude man," it is written --
nor a girl neither.
Now, run along and be quiet.
[ Door closes ]
She said you wasn't getting up.
As you see, I have.
She said -- one of the women --
You mustn't attend the women's gossip.
It's all the poor creatures have.
Come on.
"Success did not render...
these young men...
presumptuous...or..."
"Negligent."
"...negligent."
Good.
"They went on steadily with business,
were content to live frugally...
and work hard...for some years."
Look, what's the good?
What did I come here for?
I knew it was silly. I knew that the first day!
Has somebody been unkind to you?
I don't care what they say.
It's not that.
Then what is it?
It's cruel when you knew all the time that he's dead --
that Mr. Adare's dead!
I...did not wish to know it.
Lessons.
As if it would have been any good!
I...
I did -- I did it for myself... to keep Charles alive in myself.
I-I cannot explain it wholly.
You are too young.
[ Gasps ] Young, am I?
I know all I need to.
It was your husband sent him away, wasn't it?
Well, what for did he do that?
You have been listening to kitchen talk.
Well, that's where I belong.
That's where I'm best off -- the kitchen.
[ Sighs ]
I...I have grown very fond of you.
I never had a child.
Did your husband send him to die?
I do not know what they've told you of my husband.
But I tell you this --
Years ago, in Ireland, I shot at a man and killed him.
My husband took my punishment for me.
He was willing to die for me.
You may think of me what you please,
but my husband did not send Charles away,
was not responsible for his death.
Nobody must say that.
I never said it was his fault.
[ Sobs ]
Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
You will not leave me?
Not if you want.
I do.
I do want.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
HATTIE: Two hours.
[ Bells chime ]
MAN: Good morning, madam.
Some cloth?
Would it be for self, madam, or daughter?
For the young lady.
Do now show me any yellows or reds.
The coloring, madam. Quite so.
I have a periwinkle here.
Also sea green and white.
It's too many.
Allow me this indulgence.
I'll never be able to wear them, not at home.
-They'll laugh. -HATTIE: You'll be with me.
We shall get plainer things for day.
Put aside lengths of these three.
We shall come back to discuss style.
Certainly, madam.
Come.
Ladies, allow me.
-[ Bells chime ] -Thank you.
That's never her daughter.
I'd tell my oath.
It's the price of shame.
She's a high-class madam.
Picked up a young girl.
Tempted her with silk.
Well, when she comes back, I'll tell her to --
You'll tell her "thank you"
and look out for her custom next time.
Well...not as if we were certain.
[ Bells chime ]
Lady Henrietta.
How delightful to see you.
Are you presently occupied?
There is an hour before our carriage comes back for us.
Then you and your companion
must give me the pleasure of your company
at Government House.
Would you like that?
Thank you.
[ Man shouting in distance ]
Your husband says this country must stand on its own feet,
that we can no longer rely
on British carpenters and blacksmiths
being caught in misdemeanors and transported.
My husband said all this?
[ Laughs ]
Well, Mr. Flusky believes in deeds, not words.
A blow or a £5 note.
[ Chuckles ]
I understand young ladies prefer something more poetical.
Miss Quaife was born here.
She knows the value of performance very well.
Does she? Rare among young ladies.
Someone like Charles Adare --
Now, there's your real ladies' man.
Though six months of wandering
may have taught him more than how to cross a drawing room.
I daresay Mr. Flusky told you of his rescue.
My husband told me as much.
It has been a most cruel experience.
What is your latest news of Charles?
Nothing beyond what I gave your husband three weeks ago.
The next should come from the young man in person.
I'm wanted in my office.
I'll arrange a carriage for you.
It has been a pleasure.
Well?!
So that's all right?
I shall never get what your game is.
You knew when you came to me three weeks ago!
You knew all the time!
What was it?
To show me up?
Oh, I know how I look alongside you.
You talk right. I don't.
Knives and forks and reading -- all of that.
If Adare saw us together, it would make me look the fool.
In spite of all that brandy the doctor ordered.
Fond of me?!
Bender!
MR. QUAIFE: Hello.
-Well, are you back? -SUSAN: Yes.
MAN: Hello again.
[ Chuckles ] I'm always at a disadvantage.
[ Clears throat ]
I'm back, my dear.
I see you are.
May I speak with you?
You better let Dad finish.
Damn Dad.
No offense, Mr. Quaife.
Where can we talk?
Let's go and walk somewhere.
No one leaves my shop
looking like a half-clipped prad, mister.
Upstairs.
Hurry up, barber.
[ Laughs ]
Let me look at you.
Different a little.
Your hair done another way?
Susan, have you remembered me?
Mm-hmm.
I've been thinking of you, away in the bush.
What is it?
[ Chuckles ]
I won't touch you if you don't want.
But it's -- it's something I've thought about,
more than a little.
I saw you most clearly the night I thought I was dying.
Have you been very sick?
-You look thin. -Very sick.
Lost.
Lonely.
The very devil of an expedition.
It will put you off New South Wales, I shouldn't wonder.
Susan, you don't know this country.
You have never put your nose out of George Street.
Sydney is nothing.
But the country is great and exciting.
It is a country that can feed the world
and that you can be peacefully quiet in.
Put me off?
No.
I could never leave it now.
-I'd have thought -- -Don't think!
Come and see it with me.
I've been out at Woolloomooloo the past weeks with ladyship.
-Now, there's a dear. -She lied to me.
I've found you again.
Nothing else matters.
Is she keeping off the drink?
No, she isn't.
Six months ago, you would have said "she ain't."
Six months ago, I was a fool.
I would have come chasing you like a playboy.
But somewhere out there, the playboy died.
Will you have me?
You've changed.
I believe you liked the playboy better.
Will you be mine?
Sam...
...how long have you known that Charles was alive?
You've known for weeks.
The governor told you.
I...I begin to think that you're not human.
Did you want them to torment me?
[ Sighs ]
The girl, too. She had cause for suffering.
The girl?
What's it to do with her?
She loves Charles.
[ Sighs ] She will not trust me again.
The girl's nothing.
But me, torment you?
What do you mean by that?
You have stayed silent all these weeks.
I thought you had murdered Charles!
Was it nothing that I have been thinking you a murderer?
Did you not care?
[ Sighs ]
I have not forgotten it for one waking moment.
I understood. I pitied you.
I was in despair
because you had done a horrible thing for no reason.
I could only think that you had done a *** because of me
and hate myself for it.
All this time, you've allowed me to think.
Why did you not tell me?
You had a letter.
You knew.
The girl Quaife told me.
But you didn't tell me.
It was six months old!
Charles wrote it before he left!
I thought he was dead.
I thought you had killed him.
[ Exhales deeply ]
I wanted him dead.
You was different with him.
You seemed ashamed, like, to be yourself for me.
Couldn't keep off the liquor for me.
I'd done you great wrong. I was ashamed.
I escaped the only way I knew.
But I'm not very brave.
I could not do it quickly.
[ Sighs ] I've always failed.
All my schemes have been too big for me.
I took you and did *** and never paid for it.
Came to the ends of the earth and tried to die.
All too big for me.
All a failure.
[ Sniffs ]
Is it too late for us?
[ Birds chirping, chickens squawking ]
Nothing to do but watch me get ladyship's breakfast tray?
Well, go on.
Get about your business.
[ Gasps ]
MILLY: [ Gasps ]
Next time you come into ladyship's bedroom,
you knock, you ask permission.
[ Breathing heavily ]
This is still my house.
[ Hinges creaking ]
[ Exhales softly ]
[ Screams ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Keys jingling ]
What's doing?
Ladyship screaming again, Mr. Flusky.
Now, if I'm to do my work about this house,
I can't be expected to run upstairs
every time ladyship takes in mind to scream.
Gently now, lass. Gently.
-Oh, Sam. -Gently.
-Oh, Sam. -There, there.
Oh, Sam, it was here. The head was here.
Head? What head?
The Maori head. It was here.
It's all right now, lass. It's all right.
Tell you what.
You and I will go downstairs now and we'll bury that head.
Oh, Sam.
May we? May we, please?
♪ Early one morning, just as the sun -- ♪
Get about your work.
Yes, miss.
[ Door closes ]
CHARLES: Hey ho! Anybody home?
[ Door closes ]
Charles.
Susan.
I brought this toad along to apologize.
She's obstinate. Cannot bear to be in the wrong.
Let her alone.
All that is over now.
It is important only that you've found happiness.
I owe you £100.
[ Laughing ] Not a nugget of gold to be found.
I didn't send you for gold.
I wanted you dead.
Then you had your wish granted.
Didn't he?
[ Door opens ]
Milly!
You see? I'm back.
The black sheep, the bad penny, the rolling stone.
Did you know I was getting married?
So...you're back.
Well, they've had their warning.
I need to prepare this room for dinner.
HATTIE: Leave it for the moment, Milly.
And what's your drawing room for?
It's 7:00.
Am I to keep this house in order?
SAMSON: Don't argue.
Ladyship says leave it, then leave it.
MILLY: [ Sighs ]
Oh, I hope you've got no fault to find with me, Mr. Flusky.
I do my work and plenty more that isn't.
Yes. Plenty of that -- plenty of meddling.
What do you mean, they have had their warning?
MILLY: Now, I-I don't pretend to fathom the Lord's ways,
but I said to you months ago with respect to this young man
if you take him back, you'll be sorry.
You'll go down into the pit. That's what you'll do.
And your wife with you.
Why don't you say what you've got against him?
I don't have to talk to you, miss!
Say what you've got against him and I'll tell what I know.
Oh, you?
What you know won't set the harbor on fire!
Yes, I'm only a servant --
Who wanted ladyship out of the way!
Well, it is a wise servant
shall have rule over a son that causes shame.
-That's what he causes -- -Who wanted to marry Mr. Flusky!
-No, Sam. Please, do not listen. -SUSAN: Who's been planning
and scheming and waiting to jacket her!
-Mrs. Milly Meddler! -Charles, please, take her away.
Do not let her be loud and foolish.
Milly -- Milly, I pity you.
I have not betrayed you.
[ Screams ]
-Damn you, woman! -No, Sam!
[ Breathing heavily ]
She will go.
You will go.
You'll go this night or you'll go in a box.
[ Sighs ]
Well, that's that.
Now let's bury that heathen's head.
Sam.
[ Bell tolling ]
[ Indistinct conversations, children shouting ]
Thank you -- for sending that young man out of west.
Ah, you'll be right.
I knew it the moment I saw you.
You had touch of larceny.
Born for this country. [ Laughs ]
The girl, too.
Good luck to you.
[ Laughter, indistinct shouting ]
WOMAN: Bye! Goodbye!
Bye!
[ Bell tolling ]
[ Birds chirping, indistinct conversations ]
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♪ In this quiet place I stand alone ♪
♪ From my homeland far away ♪
♪ And my empty heart cannot recall ♪
♪ The forgotten dreams that brought me joy ♪
♪ For my soul is weary and alone ♪
♪ In this hallowed foreign land ♪
♪ Where the birds are quiet in the trees ♪
♪ And the voice inside me isn't heard ♪
♪ Had I ways to shed the wasted years ♪
♪ I would travel to my kin ♪
♪ And with strength and faith in God above ♪
♪ There in Ireland I would gladly die ♪