"Haven't you filled your boots yet?" "Can't you weigh her out?" "Toffee-nosed little madam she is..." "Biggsy's away!" "A new life, Charm, with new identities." "We'll be going somewhere where nobody will find us." "We'll be Terry and Sharon King and their two little King boys." "A family of ten-pound poms." "I've even got a job." "Where?" "Adelaide." "As a handyman in a guesthouse, right on the coast." "Terry's been great, helping me get things straight." "Terry's a pretty closed book." "Maybe you can help us figure him out." "Oh, he's beautiful, love." "He's our very own Aussie, born and bred." "A little bit of bad news." "Bruce has been arrested." "Every time we think it's behind us..." "Will you open the gate for me?" "Come on, Charm." "It's just the people staying in the guest house and a few friends of Annie's." "Go if you want to." "Are you coming too?" "We have three small children, in case it's escaped your notice." "She said we could bring 'em." "I'm not taking my baby to a party!" "Jeez, Charm!" "You keep so isolated from everyone." "I mean, it's nice to mix with other people occasionally." "Twiz, mate, let go a minute." "We're still allowed to have some fun, you know?" "So you can't have fun here with your family?" "You're just being stupid!" "The Girl From Ipanema" "Terry!" "Annie!" "Glad you could make it." "Where's Sharon?" "Oh, she decided to stay at home with the kids." "Never mind." "Have some grog." "Lovely." "Chrissie, my lovely daughter." "Hi." "And this is Sheree, a friend of ours." "Sheree, this is Terry, my business partner." "Pleased to meet you, Terry." "Enchante, the pleasure's mine." "What a charmer!" "It is the east, and you, Sheree, are the sun." "Right, OK, enough of the Rudolph Valentino." "Shakespeare, actually." "What a treat to hear a cultured accent." "I haven't heard it called that before but I'll accept the compliment." "Cheers." "Cheers." "They say all men kill the things they love." "He's trying to do it right in front of our eyes." "The Ballad Of Reading Gaol" " I'm impressed." "One of my favourites." "You're a sweet guy." "You know that?" "And you're a sweet girl." "What is it you said you did for a living?" "Well, I could bullshit you, but the truth is..." "I'm a carpenter." "Really?" "Nothing wrong with carpenters." "I think you'll find Jesus's old man was one." "When you look at me like that, it's just..." "You have something about you, is all." "Yeah, what is it about you, Terry?" "Hi, Sam." "You're a man of many mysteries." "Like those scars behind both your ears." "I've never seen them before." "They're both exactly the same." "How'd you get 'em?" "I um... had an accident." "I fell through a skylight on a property I was renovating." "Hurt like fuck for ages afterwards." "I just find it so odd that you came out here without knowing anyone." "No family, no friends." "Stop being so nosey, Sam." "No, no, it's OK." "I wanted a better life for my children." "Better than I could give them back home." "That's why I came here." "It's true." "Uh... so, this is..." "You know, you don't have to go." "You can come back to my place if you want to." "Look, I'd love to, Sheree." "But you're not going to?" "I'll see you around, Terry." "Bloody idiot." ""Yeah, you can come back to my place if you want."" "What is wrong with you?" "Oh, Jesus, you made me jump!" "Why are you still up?" "I'm sorry." "I'm an idiot, I know I am." "Look, I just needed to let off some steam." "You know, sometimes this whole situation just gets me down." "What's the matter, love?" "You don't look any different." "Surgery hasn't changed your appearance enough." "Come on, nobody will connect me with this." "Nobody?" "You're certain there's nobody we know who isn't the tiniest bit suspicious about who you are?" "Sam." "Annie's son-in-law." "He's been on my back since I got here, always asking questions." "Tonight he was asking me about my scars." "We've got to move." "No, but we'll lose everything!" "The money we've spent on this house and the guest house." "We'll be stony broke." "And we can't uproot the boys, not again." "Oh, I wish I could use my brain a bit more sometimes." "I won a place at university." "How did I end up in a laundry?" "Well, some of us manage to escape every now and then." "Pauline's going travelling round Europe." "She's been saving up for ages." "Flying into London next month." "Where's your family from, Sharon?" "Are they in London?" "Surrey." "It's pretty near." "Why don't you get Pauline to go round and say hello?" "No, no, I'm..." "I'm not very close to them." "We don't really stay in touch." "Cheers, Tel." "Lovely." "See you tomorrow, mate." "They called me into the site office and told me there and then." "I'm the new foreman." "That's wonderful, darling." "They said I was a good worker and straight as a die." "Know what the best bit was?" "They said they had faith in me." "Here you go, Dad." "Thank you, Twiz." "Pop it back in the bathroom." "Elsie next door said she'd have the boys on Saturday." "We could celebrate." "Go out for a meal or something." "What, this Saturday?" "Eric and Julie Flower have invited us down to Adelaide for a party." "Eric?" "I didn't know you were still in touch with him." "I've only rung him from payphones." "I wanted to make sure the heat had died down in Adelaide." "I'm not sure we should go back there." "I thought we'd made a clean break." "It'll be a laugh." "Nothing came of my mug being in Women's Weekly, did it?" "Eric says it's been all quiet." "You're still ugly, then." "And you're Paul Newman?" "Give us a squeeze!" "How are you, mate?" "Doesn't time fly by so quickly?" "Look at this little one!" "Here he is." "Hello, Biggsy!" "Ronnie B." "How are you, mate?" "A couple of pals of mine, out here visiting." "Sorry, mate, I forgot to tell you." "This is Lenny." "I bet there's a couple of Old Bill wouldn't mind standing where I am now, Biggsy." "Hello, mate." "Why are they calling Dad by his real name?" "Will he get arrested?" "No, darling." "They're just being silly." "How you doing, pal?" "You know - it's a tough life on the run." "I wish you'd told us there'd be other people here." "Well, it's a party." "You know what I mean." "The fewer people that know, the better." "Why can't you just enjoy yourself?" "Eh?" "For one night." "Come on, now, boys, smile." "He had two bloodshot eyes, you haven't see anything like it." "What you done, though, yeah, like the robbery and escaping and having it on your toes out here..." "Yes?" "You're a legend, mate." "Here's to you." "Fair play." "Thank you, Lenny." "To Ronnie." "To Ronnie!" "To me!" "Terry?" "Terry?" "I think we should be making a move now, the boys are very tired." "Don't be silly, I'm enjoying myself." "Who the fuck's Terry?" "Go on, Tel!" "So what you lot out here for anyway, eh?" "It can't be a holiday." "It's got to be up to no good." "They've er... come into a bit of money back home." "Want to get into the long-distance lorry driving game, don't you, Lenny?" "Some of them loads is worth fortunes." "They're driving through the middle of nowhere." "Anything could happen to them." "Absolutely anything!" "Don't leave it so long next time." "See you, Ronnie." "Bye, Julie." "Drive safe." "We're never coming back here." "Never again." "Don't worry." "Eric said they were good blokes." "He'd know, would he?" "They're not gonna say anything." "I never told them where we were living." "I don't care if we are lonely on our own in Melbourne." "We're not coming back here." "Turn it in, Charm." "Don't drive too fast." "Jesus!" "Calm down." "Calm down." "Was that the post?" "Yes, dear." "Would you like another cup of tea before you go?" "Not now, Twiz." "Come on, we're late." "Good boy." "Hi, Craig." "Thanks for taking them." "No problem." "Hi." "Terry, you want a lift too?" "No, thanks, mate." "Being picked up at the bottom of the road." "Thanks, anyway." "No worries." "See you later, then." "Look what you've done, you Pommy idiot." "You're all the way over there." "Go back to your own job." "I'll find my own broom, thanks." "Talk to Hugh, he'll tell you what really happened." "What the bloody hell are you playing at?" "Jesus, I don't believe it!" "What you doing here?" "I've emigrated out here, ain't I?" "You're joking?" "Me and the missus didn't have much going for us back home so thought we'd give it a go." "My friend!" "And... open them." "He was working out at the airport and we bumped into each other by chance." "What are the odds on that?" "Aren't you gonna say anything?" "I don't know what to say." "It's been a long time." "Just ignore her, she'll come round." "Come on, let's have some grog." "Sorry, Mike." "It's just that seeing people from back home isn't always a good thing." "I've got to hand it to you, you've built a nice life for yourself out here." "It hasn't been easy." "We can never totally relax." "Well, she can't." "How long's it been since we tore round Dorset with the police after us?" "Nearly 12 years." "Credit where it's due." "I didn't think you'd last five minutes together." "Biggsy and his bit of posh crumpet." "You must bring the family round soon." "We'll have a good old knees-up." "Sure." "We'd love to." "So, Len, you've been having money sent out here." "Your bank tipped us off." "Regular payments, 500... 1,000 bucks." "Where's it coming from?" "Cos, you see... we contacted Scotland Yard about you." "And they're very keen to speak to you about an armed robbery in London." "That's before we even come to what you're doing out here." "We found maps, details of major freight routes, haulage companies, timetables." "I reckon there's enough there to charge you with conspiracy right now." "Add it all up, you're in the middle of a shit sandwich." "Now, I can help you." "But you've got to help me." "I can't say nothing." "The others'd slit my throat." "You got to give me something, Lenny." "That's the way it works." "Questions remain as to whether Prime Minister Gorton..." "Come on, Twiz, eat your carrot or you won't be able to see in the dark." "Daddy can see in the dark, Nicky can see in the dark." "Daddy!" "Living in Australia and working as a carpenter." "Biggs was part of the gang that stole £2.6 million from a Royal Mail train in August 1963." "Police are conducting house-to-house searches in every major city in every state in the country and are appealing to anyone who might have seen Biggs to come forward." "Labour leader Gough Whitlam..." "Come on, boys, bed." "But it's not late." "I'll come and tuck you in." "To focus on the economy and industry rather than keeping the country mired in its colonial past." "With just over a week to go to the federal elections..." "That's it." "Time's up." "No, love..." "I just can't face it any more, Charm." "Four years I've been running on..." "Tired." "I thought we'd found peace and quiet here but I'll never find it." "You're right." "We stole too much." "Let's wait till the boys are asleep then I'll give myself up." "It'll be easier on them." "No." "We've come too far to just give up now." "We haven't got the money for another escape." "There's five of us." "We can hardly travel light, can we?" "Well, then, go without us." "I don't care if we're apart for a year... five years." "I wouldn't mind, as long as I know you're not rotting away in some stinking prison, with no chance of ever escaping again." "As long as you're free, we still have some hope we can be together again one day." "That's worth fighting for." "Those boys don't want to see you again in 30 years' time, some old bloke they don't even recognise." "They want their dad." "Please don't give up!" "I'll be back before they wake up." "With my wages from yesterday, that's 600 bucks." "It won't last long." "Could it have been that photo you sent your mum?" "Is that how they found me?" "No, I got Pauline at work to post it in England." "It would've had an English postmark." "Where do you want to go, love, the airport?" "I can stay at the motel." "I just need time to think things through." "You're up early, Nickpops." "I'm worried about Dad." "Come here." "Sit down." "Listen, darling, I need to tell you something." "Daddy's had to go away, because the police discovered where we live." "We don't want him to go to prison again, do we?" "But he loves us very much." "And it might not be for a while but we will see him again." "Will we have to run away too?" "No." "No, darling, we're gonna stay here." "I need you to go to school today and pretend that nothing happened." "Can you do that?" "Good boy." "Come here, Twiz." "Stay with me." "I can pick them up later, if you want." "I'm gonna drop Lindy at her mum's so I can pick them up on the way back." "That'd be great if you could, Craig." "Thank you so much." "No problem." "Hi, Lindy." "Hi, Sharon." "We must have that get-together." "Just let us know when you and Terry are free." "I will." "Thanks, again." "Hello?" "Room 112, please." "Hello, Ron?" "It's me." "I'm going crazy." "I keep thinking any moment there'll be a knock on the door and that's it." "It's been all quiet my end." "I went out for bread, I don't think I'm being followed." "Maybe it's passing." "There's a long way to go before we're out of the woods." "You were in such a rush, you forgot your toothbrush and electric razor." "I could pack a few things in a bag and come over later when the boys are in bed, say eight o'clock, we could talk more then." "OK, eight o'clock." "Bye, love." "Jumper." "Ah, his favourite." "I'll tell Daddy you chose that." "And he'll need some socks." "Of course he will." "And a bow tie." "No, darling, I don't..." "Yes!" "Actually, I think he might need that." "You're so clever." "Is he allowed to come home?" "One day he will, darling." "But first he has to hide for a little while, OK?" "You go and look after your brothers for me." "Mummy'll be home soon." "And Elsie will be over in a minute." "Good boy." "Let's see your hands!" "Put your hands on the wheel!" "Get out of the car!" "Get out of the car!" "Where is he, Mrs Biggs?" "Where were you going when we stopped you?" "I was going to the milk bar to get some milk." "You had a bag of your husband's things in the car." "Where were you taking it?" "He's had a good run." "Why not save yourself a lot of bother and tell us where he is?" "I need to see my children." "That won't be possible." "They've been taken into care." "Why have you done that?" "They were with Elsie, my neighbour." "She isn't a relative." "As you have no blood relatives in this country, we have no choice." "You can't put them into care like orphans." "How long they stay there is up to you." "The longer you mess us about, the longer you stay here." "And the longer they stay there." "Where's my daddy, please?" "Where are you taking my brother?" "He can't stay with you, he's got to go to the baby ward." "Take a seat, Mrs Biggs." "My name's Thomas Sheraton." "I've been appointed as your legal representative by the State of Victoria." "I've read through the notes of your case and I have to say that... my advice would be to communicate to the police the whereabouts of your husband Ronald." "I think that'd be the quickest way to extricate yourself from this position." "Is that it?" "That's your advice?" "He's been on the run for more than four years, Mr Legal Representative." "It's gonna take a little more than that for me to betray him." "Now, is there anything else?" "I have been fielding a number of enquires from the media about you." "What sort of enquiries?" "From news organisations... wanting an exclusive interview." "They have been offering quite substantial amounts of money." "Who's offering the most?" "Mr Frank Packer's company." "Er, the Packer group." "They're interested in a combined newspaper/television deal." "How much?" "The figure quoted to me was... $65,000." "Tell Mr Packer I might be interested." "Really?" "But on one condition." "I want them to appoint me a top barrister to represent me and help me get my children out of care." "Yes, I can do that." "I won't do any interview with them until I get my kids back." "Jesus Christ!" "I'm sorry, mate." "I'm desperate." "Get in." "Quick." "Sir, in the case of Mrs Charmian Biggs, the Victoria State Police request an extension on their custody order for a further two weeks, in order to complete their investigations." "Now, it is believed, were she to be released," "Mrs Biggs might abscond with her husband, currently a fugitive from British law." "Sir, I speak for Mrs Biggs." "It's my understanding that, in spite of being kept in custody for four days and separated from her three young children... who are currently in the care of the State of Victoria..." "Mrs Biggs... is still yet to be charged with any crime." "Mrs Biggs's husband is indeed a fugitive from British justice but after leaving the family home on October 17th last, she has had no contact with him or any idea as to his whereabouts." "There is no danger whatsoever of Mrs Biggs absconding, given that she is the mother of three small boys and is desperately concerned for their welfare." "We also raise the principle of spousal privilege, which we consider to protect the right to silence for any wife whose husband is implicated in a crime." "I move, therefore," "Mrs Biggs be released from custody immediately." "We rule that Mrs Biggs be released from custody forthwith." "You are free to go." "You said they'd be here by now." "Is anything wrong?" "We were told the paperwork had been received." "Why don't we use the time to get started on the story, Mrs Biggs?" "Not until I have my children back." "We're working on a deadline." "I don't give a shit about your deadline." "Mummy!" "Oh!" "I missed you so much." "They took all our clothes away, Mum." "Oh, baby." "Can't you give them some privacy?" "We've coughed up a lot of dough for this." "I'm under strict orders to make sure we get our money's worth." "Did you look after your brothers?" "When you were arrested, you and your husband appeared to be living modestly." "This came as a surprise to most people who imagine you must have a vast stash of money hidden away somewhere." "You don't work the night-shift on minimum wage if you have hidden resources." "In the end, we had no money." "That's the laugh of the whole thing." "Why is that?" "Because you spent it?" "The bulk of my husband's share was used to arrange his escape and bring us out here." "The rest he arranged to be looked after." "But some of those who looked after it, looked after it for themselves." "Do you expect your husband to contact you somehow?" "If he stays free, I hope so." "But if I were never to speak to him again, I would gladly accept that." "As long as he remains free." "Do you have any plans?" "Well, I'd like to stay here." "I don't know if I'll be allowed to but that is my dream." "What is there to go back to in England?" "I'd be able to see him for 15 minutes every month." "My life is about the children now." "We've done what we've done but they shouldn't be made to suffer for it." "Any comments?" "Where's the money gone?" "Do you have any idea where your husband is hiding?" "Do you feel proud of what you're putting your kids through right now?" "Come on, boys." "You must know where he is." "Where's all the money gone?" "Where's the money?" "You must know where he is." "We need some answers!" "Come on, now." "Twiz, in bed." "Are we ready?" "Come on, get your bags." "Stay there." "Hi, Sharon." "I just wondered if the boys wanted a lift." "I saw your car in the drive." "I figured you must be back." "Look, Lindy and I've..." "We've talked about it and it doesn't make any difference to us." "Whatever happened in the past is in the past." "Thanks, Craig." "Come on, boys." "Uh-uh-uh." "Come on, Nicky." "I'll see you later, then." "Craig..." "It's Charmian, by the way." "My name's Charmian." "That's a... pretty name." "You're looking to buy a new house?" "Yes." "But you say you don't need a mortgage." "No." "I can pay in cash." "That would be with the money from your newspaper deal." "I know all about you, Mrs Biggs." "Yes, it's with the Packer money." "You don't own the property you currently reside in." "Why is that?" "Because..." "Because my husband and I were fugitives and we couldn't provide the bank with proof of identity." "I'm sure you don't want anything to do with the likes of me." "Just like the women who glare at me or the mums in the school playground who look at me like I'm a monster." "I'll thank you for your time and find another solicitor." "Sit down and don't be so ridiculous." "I was merely trying to establish your circumstances." "I've no idea what you mean by "the likes of me"." "I try to make it a habit to take people as I find them, and I find you to be a sight more law-abiding than a lot of the supposedly upright citizens that I come into contact with in my profession." "And certainly straighter than the Tax Office." "How much did they deduct from your Packer money?" "Um, $40,000 at source." "Well, are you gonna stand there all day or shall we continue?" "I should go." "No, no." "It's all right." "I'm gonna make you a cup of tea." "Nah..." "He says he's well, and now that the taxman has taken two-thirds of the Packer money, he's gonna write his side of the story and sell that to the papers." "And he misses us like mad." "Sorry." "There's no need to apologise." "It's just nice to see you smiling again." "You've been so kind." "Receiving his letters for me." "Forget it." "Ah..." "I hesitate to ask but..." "I wonder if there's one last favour I could ask of you." "You ready?" "Go." "We're definitely not being followed." "You're OK." "Come and give your old lady a cuddle." "So when do you go?" "Tomorrow." "I've booked a passage on a liner to Panama and from there I'll make my way overland to Rio de Janeiro." "Mike's lent me his passport." "That what the haircut's for?" "Here." "What do you think?" "Not bad." "I finished my epic for the papers." "It's back at the apartment." "You can read it and correct it for me when you get home." "Look... being apart from you and the boys these past few months..." "This has been the worst time of my life." "Worse than being in prison." "You're my whole world." "I reckon two years and it will be safe for you to come back." "I was thinking we could move up north, change our names again." "Well, there are mining towns round Mount Isa." "Nobody asks any questions up there." "You won't forget us, will you?" "I mean, I know you'll meet other women." "I suppose it's inevitable but... but you won't forget us, will you?" "In spite of everything that's happened, I'm still Ron's wife." "No more hiding, Charm." "I don't know what she's saying but she can go to hell!" "Just stay right here - Get off me!" "I told you he was no good." "You really think this is what it's like to be free?"