A Place to Call Home

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Last season, on A Place to Call Home...

You promise me George and then renege.

We're cut from the same cloth.

The deed to Ash Park.

I shall be leaving, tomorrow.

Keep an eye on her.

I have no idea who Elizabeth Bligh really is.

I look forward to meeting her.

It won't be easy carrying your dead child to term.

Jarvis finds a girl in trouble, with an imminent delivery,

and you emerge with a bonny, bouncing babe in your arms.

You look happy. I am.

There is a cancer at the heart of your family.

That guarantees sleepless nights whether you open it or not.

So which will it be?

Worrying or wondering?

Carolyn Bligh... Please, don't.

Don't do what I think you're doing.

I love you. I always will.

I did love George.

George?

George, it's Sarah. Stay back!

George, try and stay awake. What happened?

Rene! The gun, it went off!

Rene, what are you doing?

Help me.

Do something!

I can't. George is losing too much blood.

Rene, stop! No!

Rene!

I'm warning you! What the blazes!

He shot George! Easy, easy, easy!

We need help! An ambulance. Jack!

Regina, ride to Ash Park! Call an ambulance!

No! Get away from him!

I need to be the one helping him. Stop!

You shouldn't be here. I'm not leaving him.

Regina, he could die.

Tell Jack to bring IV fluids. Go!

Finally, he sleeps.

Thanks to his wonderful mother.

Hardly.

I mean, I love him to pieces,

but I never dreamed it would be this difficult.

James had a hearty set of lungs on him, too, at Georgie's age.

Well, at least I had perfect pitch.

Father told me about your school's production of 'The Mikado'.

I was fabulous. Everyone said so.

Help! Help! Come quickly!

Call Jack! Tell him to hurry. George has been shot.

What? How?

On the far boundary. There was an argument. That mad Nordmann.

She said to bring fluids. I'll telephone Jack

and the police. Who's 'she'?

The nurse. Sarah's with George?

Regina, come inside.

I can't! Regina!

Regina!

One, two, three.

The entry point is central. It could be spinal.

He has to go to Sydney. Sydney? Are you sure?

We've no choice.

Then I'll go with him. Well, aren't you needed here?

Just trying to sort out what happened.

Jack, if the bullet moves... I'll look after Rene.

Try to keep him immobile.

Jack, this is out of the question.

There's no time. And keep his fluids up.

Tell Rene I'll be back as soon as I can.

Stay with him.

You drive carefully.

I'll telephone as soon as I know anything.

It's all we'll be thinking about.

James, your father will weather this. I know it.

What would I do without you? Let's go, James!

Will I telephone Elizabeth?

Tell her what's happened? Would you? And Anna?

She'd want to know.

Poor thing just married and now this.

Perhaps we should wait until we know if...

Until we find out what happens with George.

Let her have some happiness.

I think it thrilling.

You do? Mm-hm.

Oh, thank you.

But, my dear, how will you cope?

I mean, no home and no domestic staff?

Well, if a woman like Freya Stark can cross the Middle East, I can do without a maid.

You and your lady adventurers. Oh.

Well, how can not one be inspired, the way they take on the world?

But what will you do?

The world is my oyster.

How modern. Excuse me, Mrs Bligh?

Telephone. It's urgent.

Eliz...

Olivia?

George, shot? I... I don't...

Dr Nordmann?

Um, yes, as soon as I can.

His pulse is weak and thready.

We have to take the bullet out.

You're not serious. It's causing more damage.

Just... Hey, what are you doing?

I can't reach it. You're going to kill him.

Stay with me, George.

Come on, we need something sharp to open up the wound.

Wire, or anything. Look for something. Quickly!

OK, stay with me, George. Stay with me, that's it.

You're doing really well.

OK. OK. I'm sorry, George.

OK.

You're OK. It's OK.

Got it.

OK, bandages, quickly.

You did really well. Here.

OK, thanks.

That's it.

Rene, Rene, it's Jack.

It'll be OK.

You're safe, Rene. The war's over.

You'll be right. Get him inside.

What is wrong with him? A head injury. He gets...

confused.

He's a decent bloke, Eddie.

He's French. He needs to be in hospital.

Not when he's facing murder charges.

Come on, Eddie, the bloke's not well.

Well, then get him a lawyer.

Bella mia!

I have a special surprise for you. Oh, husband!

You look obscenely happy. Papa's best vintage.

He'll kill you.

Oh, we are honeymooning, no? We deserve it.

Mm. Not for me. What's wrong?

I don't know, I just...

I feel a little bit off-colour, that's all.

You aren't... What?

A bambino? No, no not...

Not yet, anyway.

Then what? It's nothing.

Anna, please.

No, I can't. It's too embarrassing.

I don't know what to wear to the theatre.

Does that make me seem terribly frivolous?

Amore, never, hmm?

He's suffered a gunshot wound to the abdomen.

I've given him two pints of fluid. Blood pressure?

Stabilising, but there was substantial blood loss.

The bullet's mobile?

No, I removed it. In a moving ambulance? You took quite a risk.

I thought the intervention justified to keep him alive.

That's quite possibly what you've done, Sister...

Nordmann. The object I used to open the wound wasn't sterile. Good to know.

Stay with us, George. Sister? Go.

Let's get you cleaned up.

Sarah.

Elizabeth. How is he?

They're taking him into theatre.

How could your husband, a disturbed man, gain possession of a gun?

I can't understand it.

Oh, if anything happens to George, I would...

Let's find you a change of clothes.

Is there any news?

I shouldn't have left Ash Park.

Thank you, Mrs Standish. Let's get this over with.

I should be on my way to Sydney.

Of course. As soon as we sort out what happened.

I told you what I know. That madman shot George Bligh.

Well, can you tell me again, from the beginning? So that it's clear.

I just... I don't know.

Point that away, man! It happened so quickly.

No, you can't do this!

Mrs Standish, you remembered something?

It's important.

If the Frenchman deliberately shot Mr Bligh,

he'll face the death penalty.

You're the only witness.

Are you saying that Communist Jew could hang?

He's a Red? One hears things.

I mean to say, the French - who knows where their sympathies really lie?

Jewish as well, eh?

We all know what that kind will do to serve their purpose.

As bad as the Nazis, half of them.

About the shooting.

I'm afraid I can't be of more help.

It's still rather a blur.

Well, perhaps it'll become clearer.

Perhaps.

I'll telephone the moment it does. Thank you.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I should have telephoned Dr Cargill,

had George transferred to a private hospital.

Rifles don't just go off.

How did Regina explain it?

She didn't say. She was too upset.

Did I not ask you to keep an eye on her?

Really, Mother?

Regina will twist this to her advantage.

Thank you.