"subtitle by peritta" "OK." "Turn on the ignition." "Yep." "Now clutch, and..." "What?" "What?" "Clutch!" "Clutch!" "Turn it off." "That's called stalling." "You said I didn't have to have my foot on the clutch!" "Yeah, that's when it's in neutral." "If it's in first gear..." "You didn't say that!" "I did." "Didn't!" "D'you remember which one the clutch is?" "Of course I remember!" "I'm not an idiot!" "Is this good for us?" "The whole car licence thing?" "I mean, how do we get over this tension?" "Another lesson tomorrow?" "Right." "..1965." "Rose has been struggling to recapture his form since his stunning victory after fighting" "Harada, but his..." "No, he hasn't!" "Only the Olivares fight." "What about all the ones he's won?" "He can't lose!" "You and Lionel Rose, eh?" "Is that why you wanted a TV?" "But Lionel and I have something special." "Ah?" "A blackfella who's the youngest-ever world champion?" "A girl can't resist." "Hey, tomorrow..." "You and Pattie all set?" "Mm-hm." "I'm bringing my mum, and her husband." "It's not gonna be too scary, is it?" "Uh..." "I mean, it's only lunch." "Dad can be a bit..." "But no, no, it'll be fine." "I'm bringing savouries." "Great!" "Great." "Savouries are great." "But I don't wanna bring them if he thinks that I don't like his food and..." "He'll like 'em." "He'll like 'em." "Will he like me?" "Everyone likes you." "Not everyone likes him." "He can be a bit blunt." "Martha?" "Oh, sorry." "Oh..." "No, that's OK." "I've gotta get to work anyway." "Hey, if Lionel Rose rocks up, you tell him you're spoken for!" "Martha, if I've done something bad, will you promise not to judge me?" "Of course!" "What have you done?" "I think I'm pregnant." "# You think that I don't feel love" "# What I feel for you is real love" "# In other's eyes I see reflected" "# A hurt, scorned, rejected" "# Love child" "# Different from the rest...#" "So, this is the married man you were telling me about, the one you kissed?" "Oh, we did a bit more than that." "Obviously." "Please tell me I don't know him." "Otherwise I'll punch him." "No, you don't." "Are you still seeing him?" "No." "And he knows nothing about this." "How far along are you?" "I'm two weeks late, and my breasts feel bigger." "I'll tell Simon you're coming to see him." "He could do a blood test." "Oh..." "Pattie, eventually everyone's going to know." "Have the test." "Maybe you're not pregnant." "Maybe you'll be lucky." "Yeah." "Maybe." "Are these for the Moratorium office?" "These are for tomorrow." "Gotta set the record straight the Adelaide bunch." "I heard that went bad." "Police said the anarchists started it." "Right, while the cops threw flowers in the air!" "This is good of you, Annie." "I appreciate it." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Annie." "Oh!" "Are you walking?" "Say 'hello'." "Hello!" "Mwah!" "Hey!" "Have I told you how much I missed you?" "You can tell me again, if you like." "So, who was that bloke?" "Dennis." "Dennis." "Yeah." "He's helping with the anti-Vietnam rally tomorrow." "Deanna, have you got smiles for Mummy?" "We deserve cocktails tonight." "Blue ones." "Yeah." "Celebrating." "Viv and Annie, home safe." "You look tired." "Are you OK?" "Yeah." "Just need a bit more sleep." "Did you hear anything about your baby nephew, back in Vietnam?" "No." "You look great, though." "Positively glowing!" "Am I?" "Yeah!" "Wow." "It's exertion." "I'm keeping her busy on maid of honour duties." "Ah." "# Late in the evening with her and my cigarettes" "# Feeling up my blesses and listening to my half high self...#" "So, when's the shower tea?" "We're having a hens' night instead." "It's a new thing." "It's like a buck's party." "So we get to go crazy, like boys do!" "I get it." "We can tie Martha up and leave her somewhere embarrassing." "No, we can't." "Ladies and gentlemen, please make welcome our very own star, Miss Annie Carmichael, back from wowing the troops in Vietnam." "And make sure you're here early on Friday night for her show, because the place is sure to be packed!" "Thank you." "I'm very much looking forward to singing for you." "Hope you are too." "But for a moment, let's think of our troops." "Many of them are conscripts who don't even wanna be there." "Thank you." "Annie, honey, you're still here because I sent you to Vietnam and made you a star." "You sing." "That's all." "Keep your bleeding-heart shit to yourself, OK?" "Hey!" "Hey." "Heard you were back." "How are you?" "Good, thank you." "How was Vietnam?" "Oh, I mostly rolled bandages." "New suit?" "Yeah, yeah." "Well, detective constable." "What do you think, hmm?" "Why don't we start with a drink?" "Sure." "I'll..." "I'll get you one." "G'day." "Heard you joined the Moratorium Committee." "Yeah." "Who told you?" "Come across a bloke named Dennis Tomlinson in your travels?" "Thin." "Long, shaggy hair?" "No." "No?" "Why's that?" "Just someone I wanna have a chat to." "Sorry, can't help you." "Enjoy your night." "How'd you sleep last night?" "You still having bad dreams about your brother?" "And Matthew." "Everything." "You should talk to someone." "I'm talking to you." "Anyone who wasn't over there won't understand." "Joan, you still OK to cover my shift?" "Sure." "It's not a whole shift." "Short family lunches are better than long family lunches." "I'm allergic to your mother's cat." "Can't your neighbour take it?" "I'm asking you to feed it, Patrick, not kiss it." "Well, how long are you gonna be gone for?" "About two weeks." "Two..." "Dr Millar." "Morning." "I'm at Mum's until 2:00." "I need to organise someone by then." "OK, fine." "I'll take it." "I'll feed the bloody cat." "Thank you." "Have a good holiday." "You OK?" "I realise this is a difficult time, so if there's anything I can do?" "If you need some time off..." "No, thanks." "I'm fine." "Jim called." "He gave me a phone number." "It's a Brisbane number." "He wanted to call you here, but he thought it might compromise you." "Call at 9:30." "He'll be waiting." "How is he?" "And James?" "Did he say?" "They're fine." "He misses you." "Hi." "I'm organising something called a hens' night for Martha tonight." "It's sort of like a shower tea..." "I'm sorry, Pattie, I need to make a phone call." "Oh, of course." "Actually, I'm..." "I'm calling Jim." "So..." "Oh." "Sorry." "Yeah, I'll leave you alone." "Come on, Jim." "Pick up." "Come on, pick up." "I thought you'd developed a passion for laparoscopy." "Sir?" "Just been called about a reference for you." "A job with the Department of Foreign Affairs." "You're kidding." "I applied for that job months ago." "I didn't think I had a chance!" "Apparently you do." "But if you want your boss to act as referee, it's a good idea to check with him first." "Oh..." "I did." "Remember?" "At the staff morning tea?" "Maybe you thought I was joking." "Perhaps I did." "Check your pigeonhole." "They want to see you tonight." "OK." "Am I early?" "No." "No, now's good!" "Now's absolutely bloody fantastic." "Come on." "OK." "I'll be working out the feasibility of the field hospitals in countries we give aid to, and helping them set up." "It's my dream job." "Hold that." "You sure no-one will know that test is mine?" "I'll take it straight to the lab." "How do you feel?" "Like the first time I was pregnant." "Oh." "Don't go panicking yet." "We'll get the results late this afternoon." "Sure you're alright?" "Yeah." "Hey, I know you don't want to go through the whole childbirth thing before you have to, but seriously, try not to worry." "You're two weeks late." "It's probably nothing." "I'm..." "I'm not worried, really." "That's the ticket." "Hey, you can come and visit us in Canberra!" "Martha would like that." "Yeah." "Yeah, me too." "Beautiful day." "You can feel summer coming." "You been following me?" "No, no, no." "No, just out and about." "Did I hear you were up the north coast a couple of months back?" "There was a horse substitution racket going on up there about that time." "Port Macquarie?" "No, never been there." "That's odd." "Because this is you, taken on the day." "And that bloke there, that's the strapper who's coughed on you." "What do you want?" "Dennis Tomlinson." "He's a communist." "He's a dangerous prick." "Word is, he's in town for the Moratorium marches and he's on the organising committee." "Annie doesn't know him." "She told you that." "If you can pass on any information that comes your way, I might be able to lose this photo." "Yeah, I'm not a dog!" "Well, how about this then, Chris?" "You give me something I can use, or I'll lock you up for fraud." "Christopher!" "Annie hasn't been in for her check-up." "She's good." "She's just busy." "And the baby?" "Everything going well?" "Yep." "You know I'm available to babysit, if you need it." "Yeah, I know." "I heard she's got a bee in her bonnet about the war." "Yep, along with a few other people." "Most of them are troublemakers and layabouts!" "Well, that's not Annie, is it?" "No." "Annie has an empty head she's filled with other people's ideas." "Well, lucky she doesn't give a shit what you think." "Dr Millar!" "Joan, I've...had some sudden pains, like a cramp." "And...there's some blood." "This way." "So, it's just spotting?" "Not heavy, like a period?" "Just spots, that's all." "Is it bad?" "Am I losing the baby?" "I don't think so." "Any clots?" "Cramps, pelvic pain...?" "Just the one cramp." "I'm paranoid." "My mother had three miscarriages before they had me." "They had to give her a special drug." "Diethylstilboestrol?" "Yes, I think that's it." "Should I have that?" "I don't think so." "You don't have any other symptoms." "Some spotting in early pregnancy is common." "I'm going on a cruise this afternoon with my mother." "Two weeks." "If I'm on a ship in the middle of nowhere, and something happens..." "Please." "I can't lose this baby." "We'll have a listen." "The Doppler machine works like a radar, using soundwaves to tell us what's going on." "Lie back and pull up your blouse for me." "I don't know how you do it." "Difficult job, a husband and a baby, and you manage perfectly well." "Have a listen." "That's your baby's heartbeat." "160 beats a minute." "Oh, my goodness." "It's beautiful." "Yes." "Yes, it is." "Joan?" "Did you get onto Jim?" "I've called the number five times, and no-one answers." "I'm sure there's a good reason." "Was it a phone box?" "A pub?" "Did he say anything?" "I don't know where he is." "I don't know if James is alright." "I don't know if he's coming back for the trial, if he wants me there, if I should look for him..." "I don't know any of it." "He'll call again." "I keep going to the house, pretending like I'm keeping things going, like that'll bring him back." "Hey!" "Are you going to that rally thing?" "The peace march?" "Possibly." "I don't know." "My dad's a soldier, isn't he?" "Who told you that?" "A nurse." "My dad might turn up at the march." "I don't think so." "There's gonna be heaps of people, bands and music, and all sorts of stuff." "It's a protest rally, not the Royal Easter Show." "Never been to either." "What do we want?" "Troops out!" "When do we want it?" "Now!" "What do we want?" "Troops out!" "When do we want it?" "Now!" "What do we want?" "Troops out!" "Among the students and Unionists who are marching here today against Australia's involvement in Vietnam are many who look like they've never demonstrated before." "What do we want?" "Troops out!" "When do we want it?" "Now!" "What do we want?" "What do we want?" "Troops out!" "When do we want it?" "Now!" "Now!" "Are you willing to go to gaol for this cause?" "Yes, I am." "The war is wrong." "Innocent people are dying!" "The government told us we'd only send advisors to this war!" "Eight years on, 500 of our soldiers are dead!" "What do we want?" "Troops out!" "When do we want it?" "Now!" "Many thousands of people will be protesting in Melbourne, and even more are expected here in Sydney." "The Moratorium Committee have emphasised that they want this to be a peaceful rally..." "Bring our boys home again!" "One, two, three, four!" "We don't want war!" "The police are certainly taking no chances and are out on the streets in large numbers." "Certainly, in the newsroom, we've taken a large number of calls from people who are dead against this march taking place and have made all kinds of threats." "Our government is lying!" "They say it is a just war!" "They say we are defending democracy." "They say we are defending freedom!" "They say we are winning the war!" "None of that is true!" "None of it!" "And one person who knows, because she's been there and just come home, is singer Annie Carmichael!" "I'm outta here." "Thank you." "It's wonderful to see so many people here today." "There are orphanages in South" "Vietnam overflowing with children, some of them no more than babies, who have had their parents killed by the North Vietnamese, by the Viet" "Cong, and by American and Australian soldiers!" "Many of these children are sick." "Many are malnourished." "And all of them have had their families destroyed!" "Ladies and gentlemen, many of our soldiers don't even want to be in Vietnam!" "They're conscripts, who have had the bad luck of having their birthday drawn out of a barrel by a politician!" "I implore you to make your voices heard!" "Write to your local members of parliament, and tell them you want us out of this war!" "# There's something happening here" "# What it is ain't exactly clear... #" "Hey, careful!" "Stop pushing!" "Be careful!" "# There's a man with a gun over there... #" "Maggie..." "Maggie!" "What are you doing?" "# Stop, children, what's that sound" "# Everybody look what's going on... #" "What the hell do you think you're doing!" "I didn't do anything!" "No, no!" "She didn't do anything!" "No!" "She's pregnant!" "# Stop, children, what's that sound" "# Everybody look what's going on" "# Stop, children, what's that sound" "# Everybody... #" "Annie!" "Annie's been arrested and she didn't do anything." "It got pretty out of control." "Well, whatever happened, it wasn't Annie's fault." "Come on, Pete, there must be something you can do." "Please?" "I don't know what you're so angry about." "That was fun!" "Wipe that smile off your face." "Let go!" "You're hurting my arm!" "My friend is in lock-up for something you did." "At least have the sense to feel a bit of shame!" "You've been out without permission." "Sorry, Matron." "My fault." "She had nits." "I took her to the hairdresser for a treatment." "You know the rules." "I looked, but I couldn't find you." "I'm so sorry." "Maggie, upstairs." "Strip your bed." "In fact, strip all the beds." "Then draw fresh linen and make them all up." "Yes, Matron." "Enjoy the work." "Hitting a cop got your attention." "I should try that again." "Dr Millar." "Are you free this afternoon?" "Why?" "I'm giving a talk at Sydney Uni on the latest reproductive strategies, and it occurred to me that you're across the IVF material." "I am." "If we showed our hand, we could hone our pitch to the hospital board." "If nothing else, it might take your mind off things." "Sure." "This case study you're using, is it Mrs Gordon?" "That's her third miscarriage." "Incompetent cervix." "If she'd come in earlier..." "I can't see anything in her history." "Her mother was probably given DES." "Diethylstilboestrol?" "They've discovered it can cause incompetent cervix syndrome in women whose mothers took it." "It's supposed to prevent miscarriages, and now it's causing them." "There's an irony." "Are you sure?" "Of course." "Why?" "Joan!" "Eva." "There's something I may have missed." "You can't go away." "I'm sorry." "Simon's moving to Canberra?" "Are they short on doctors down there?" "It was more of a diplomat's job, I think." "Sorry, I was a bit distracted." "I'm not late, am I?" "Hi, Mum." "Simon's not here yet." "Where's Ernest?" "He's working." "Short notice." "Sorry." "Hello." "That dress is lovely." "Thank you." "What have you brought?" "Cheese and cabanossi on biscuits." "I was going to put cocktail onions on, but then I thought the biscuits might go soggy." "They'll be delicious, I'm sure." "Should I introduce you as Daisy or Carla?" "Daisy." "Definitely Daisy." "Just look at my daughter." "About to marry a doctor." "A handsome doctor!" "Yes." "Don't forget that bit!" "Shall I drive?" "No." "I hear you got another job." "What about you, Henry?" "Any hobbies?" "Used to collect stamps, 'till I realised it was a total and utter waste of time and money." "Martha likes watching the boxing." "Boxing's stupid." "Lionel Rose isn't stupid." "All boxers are stupid as a bowling ball." "I like cooking." "Big dill." "People say he takes after his mother." "She must have been lovely." "Yeah." "Kept me on a tight leash." "Those were the days." "Genetics." "Fascinating." "Mmm." "I've heard people say that sons often look more like their fathers." "Do you think that's true?" "No!" "It's a bloody lottery." "I mean, look at you two." "You're almost white, but Martha's black as coal!" "Dad..." "Martha's father was a Kamilaroi man." "Where is he?" "He passed away." "I remarried." "Did you marry another black bloke?" "No, actually." "Hmm." "The thing is, it's a dance of dominant and recessive genes." "You see, dark skin can pop up any time, generations down the track, regardless of interbreeding." "That's interesting." "Well, you would've talked about that with your new bloke." "Not really." "Does it matter?" "Of course it bloody matters." "It's science." "I mean, your kids could be anything." "Black, white or brindle." "So what!" "Excuse me." "I'm just gonna..." "What the hell, Dad?" "A word?" "Please?" "Go back inside." "I'll be alright." "He's just talking science stuff." "Doctors do that." "I don't think he was having a go at us." "He was having a go at your fiance." "That's how it happens sometimes." "What is it?" "Ernest has left me." "When I told him the truth about who I was, he said he was fine." "But he wasn't." "He asked me to keep up the idea that I was Spanish." "I tried." "But I couldn't be something I wasn't anymore." "I'll take you home." "You're unbelievable!" "You had that whole thing planned out!" "Or are you that bad on the spur of the moment?" "You're starting to sound just like your mother." "There's no surprises there." "She couldn't face the truth either." "Three weeks you had to deal with that lunch!" "Three weeks you had to think about it." "But you couldn't help yourself!" "What?" "I was just talking about facts." "Bullshit!" "All that dark skin crap, all the terrors of entertaining public servants!" "They are facts, whether you like it or not." "Do you think life's gonna be easy with a black wife?" "I know what people are like, but I love her." "I'll make sure she's alright!" "As if love is ever enough." "An 'incompetent cervix'?" "Makes it sound like it's just not trying." "It's most likely caused by the drug your mother was given." "And this operation?" "A 'cerclage'." "It's basically threading a band around the cervix to stop it from opening prematurely." "You can have it done at another hospital if you want." "Every gynaecologist in the city knows Patrick." "If I go somewhere else, he's even more likely to find out." "I'll admit you under a different name." "If anyone asks, you're Mrs Sandra Holloway." "Now, I can't operate until Patrick's out of the hospital." "Until then, we'll lower the head of your bed down." "We'll raise your lower body, and that will take the pressure off your cervix." "And if I don't have the operation?" "You'll lose the child." "Martha, I'm sorry." "I'm so, so, sorry." "Hey." "My dad just can't keep his big mouth shut." "Is your mum gonna be alright?" "She will be." "OK." "Everything my dad said was wrong." "No." "It wasn't." "Oh, don't you start." "It was honest." "I like that." "Honest doesn't mean right." "Simon, he is right." "Having a black wife will be hard." "Have you really thought about that?" "Yes!" "But I'm gonna get this job in Canberra." "I'm gonna buy you a warm jumper and we're gonna have the best bloody life together!" "I don't wanna have to have this conversation again!" "But we've never really had this conversation." "The job in Canberra sounds fantastic." "But think about what happened at Dr" "McNaughton's place, how you ended up pushing that bloke into the pool." "So what?" "I love you!" "But in 20 years' time?" "I'll feel the same way." "You can't push all of Canberra into a pool." "It's not how the world works." "You were supposed to cover for Bowditch, but you were gone for more than an hour." "I know." "I'm sorry." "There was a personal emergency." "Your husband?" "Have you heard something?" "No, no, it's something else." "It's sorted now." "But I have so much work to catch up on." "Is there...is there anything I can do?" "No." "You have that talk at the university." "Is that now?" "You were gonna join me!" "I'm sorry." "Next time." "Oh, Simon!" "Perfect." "Uh..." "Ah!" "Sorry, but I need your help." "Now." "I need to see Annie Carmichael." "I'll deal with this." "Where is she?" "You can't lock her up." "She's pregnant." "Well, between you and me, she's got a few dramas." "Assault police, resist arrest, offensive language..." "And that's just for starters." "Well, you can get her out." "You know you can." "Oh." "Well, you know the deal." "If you come to the party, I'll see what I can do." "What did you do?" "Nothing." "Right, it's here somewhere, but don't panic, I had a quick glance at it before, and I'm pretty sure it's good news." "Got your interview soon?" "In an hour." "It's just a formality though?" "Apparently." "Did...did Martha say she was worried about that?" "No, no..." "We didn't really talk much after the lunch." "Everything's gonna work out just fine." "Um..." "Ah!" "Here it is." "Good news, Pattie." "You're not pregnant." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." "Yeah, one less thing to worry about, eh?" "Yeah." "# Anyone who ever loved, could look at me... #" "Here, Pattie, your turn." "My turn, my turn..." "Read it out, read it out." ""Grab the nearest guy and kiss him!"" "It's that guy." "He's the nearest." "Look at him." "Mr Dreamy." "Go on!" "No, no, no, no, I am done with kissing boys." "I'm done." "Seems a shame to waste him." "Go on!" "She's gonna do it!" "It's your birthday." "Whoo-hoo!" "So, I'm guessing the result from Simon came back." "Yep." "It's negative." "So I'm celebrating." "What about me?" "What about you?" "Go on, Annie." "I think you've earned it!" "Hold this?" "# Loving you the way I do" "# I take you back, without you I'd die, dear" "# Knowing I love you so" "# Anyone who had a heart Would take me in his arms" "# And love me too... #" "Hi." "Four 'Martha's getting married' cocktails." "Put whatever you want in them, as long as it's alcohol." "No, I've gotta stay sober for the fight." "What fight?" "Lionel Rose." "Not to worry, I'll have yours then." "# Oh, oh, oh, no..." "# Oh, oh, oh...#" "Thank you for getting Annie out today." "Well, she's your friend." "Nice veil." "Lift it and see what happens." "# Anyone who had a heart" "# Would take me in his arms and love me too" "# You couldn't really have a heart and hurt me" "# Like you hurt me and be so untrue... #" "Don't worry." "I'll be absolutely sober by the show tomorrow night." "I heard you got arrested." "I'll have to pay half those coppers to stay open." "You wanna fight them, get another job." "What?" "Clear out your lipsticks and piss off!" "# Anyone who had a heart would surely take me in his arms" "# And always love me" "# Why won't you?" "#" "Doctor." "Oh, Frances." "Today's surgical roster." "A cerclage in Theatre B." "Mrs Holloway?" "Dr Millar operated." "Would you like me to enquire further?" "No." "No, that's fine." "Thanks." "Leftovers." "There's still a lot of chicken, if you're hungry." "I've come to apologise." "I shouldn't have yelled at you." "I was saying hard things." "I went too far." "I..." "I had my interview." "I'm exactly what they're looking for." "Of course you are." "Did you mention Martha?" "They asked if I was attached." "You were right." "They made it clear." "They want me, but not with her." "So, a crossroads then." "Go on, hit him!" "Rose has got it sewn up, without a doubt..." "Hit him!" "Hit him one side, hitting the other..." "Yes!" "Ah, yes, there's the bell!" "And doesn't Lionel look confident?" "It was his best performance since he beat" "Fighting Harada in Tokyo..." "How's he going?" "Oh, he's won that one on points, for sure." "His career's back on track." "See?" "You shouldn't have been so worried." "About anything." "Hey?" "Mmm?" "I promise you, in 20 years' time, we're gonna be happy, and we'll have a tribe of different-coloured kids." "And we're still gonna be in love." "OK?" "And everything's just gonna work out the way we want it to." "A tribe of kids in Colombo?" "Didn't get the job." "I'm so sorry." "It's OK." "I think they wanted someone a bit older." "Who knows, really?" "Who knows." "Yeah." "Something else will come along." "Something better for the both of us." "subtitle by peritta"