01x06 - Catch Him with His Panzers Down

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ROBERT: Harry's dead. It

means Frankie's not protected.

She's a foreigner we're at w*r with.

You're lying to his family.

I declare this essential

patriotic facility open.

It's alright. I'm here.

Sadie. She's like us.

She says all the pickers

know and they don't care.

We don't have to hide in front of them.

We do have to hide.

If you wanna be with

Robert, be with him.

I should have never told

him to stay away from you.

ESTHER: Your actions affect people.

They affect me.

You You're hurting me, Des.

You're hurting me.

NEWSREEL: Loose lips sink ships.

With the enemy on our home

shores, we must remain united

in our resistance or all will be lost.

Japan continues to b*mb our Top End.

Death and destruction

are creeping ever closer.

Enemy spies are everywhere

You can't trust

DES: Here you are.

Those deceitful Land Army creatures

said you'd gone to

Bathurst for supplies.

Chockie?

Mm.

Terrible, isn't it?

Not all bad, though.

The POW camp is going gangbusters.

Huns and Japs too now.

It's running like a well-oiled machine,

which means

I can step back a bit

oversee your brandy production.

We're managing fine.

Built a bigger still

to take all the apples.

I'd like to move in.

Loose lips sink ships.

(NEWSREEL CONTINUES FAINTLY)

We make a great team, you and I.

I've always thought that.

That's very kind of you, Des.

But Harry would never stand for it.

I don't think either of us need

to worry about Harry, do you?

He is still my husband.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he

hasn't run off with another woman.

Maybe something's happened to him.

I never trusted that Nancy boy.

That uppity black girl.

(NEWSREEL FANFARE PLAYS)

(MUTTERS IN ITALIAN)

GWEN: What's happened? More bombings?

It's Des.

He wants to take over the farm.

As in manage it?

No. Move in.

Why can't you just refuse?

You-you're a married woman.

Surely he can't force you.

He knows Harry didn't enlist.

He'll tell people if

he doesn't get his way.

And it's not me who will get hurt.

There's no body. He

can't prove anything.

It doesn't matter. He's a Whitmore.

I can't you can't

Where will he sleep?!

Hurry, Gwen. Hurry.

I'll get an advance on my inheritance.

I I could sell my engagement ring.

We could forge documents

saying that Harry enlisted.

Bribe the army!

This is my mess, not yours.

Wait. Uh

Are you breaking it off with me?

We had fun but it's over.

I'm not leaving you.

It was never going to last.

What? Look, I

I know you're afraid.

But what we have is real.

I know you feel it too.

(WHISPERS) You don't have to do this.

You just have to You

just have to believe in me.

In us.

There's too much you

don't know about me.

- I cannot tell you

- I don't care, Frankie!

You should.

I'm sorry.

ESTHER: Aren't you worried about Des?

Me makes my skin crawl.

ROBERT: In a good way?

Don't be silly, Robert.

This is serious. Aren't you worried?

What's this?

Pickers must have left it, I guess.

Don't get any ideas. I'm

not gonna spank you with it.

- Oh, my goodness.

- Well, well.

Jesus, first time touching one?

Wait till your mother

hears about this one, eh.

You spend all your time with me

and I know you can be

intelligent and articulate

but all you ever do is make fun of me.

What do you even want?

I think you know what I want.

Rough day.

- Be good to get out for a bit, eh?

- Oh, God, yes.

- Maybe I'll go into town.

- Mm.

Catch the matinee.

Oh, do you think I

could borrow the truck?

S'pose I could use the distraction.

Oh, of course I would invite

you to come too, but

What?

Well, I mean

you're y-you

know ? Aboriginal?

No. I mean, yes.

Yes, you are and I'm such an ally.

But I mean you're You're not

allowed to

(SOUTHERN ACCENT)

Well, it never stopped me before.

(SOUTHERN ACCENT) Oh, how

I adore the picture palace!

- (CHUCKLES) Come on.

- (LAUGHS)

- Thank you.

- USHER: You're welcome.

Tabitha! Tabitha?

What a lovely surprise.

- M'lady.

- Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Kind sir.

I-it's good to see you out and about

and only ever at the Picture Palace.

Cinema is my only solace.

Still in mourning, I see.

Till the day I join him

behind those pearly gates.

So good of you to chaperone.

Such an ally.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC ON MOVIE)

(ROMANTIC MUSIC ON MOVIE)

(NORMAL VOICE) I finally

know what they do to us.

Change the rules, make us

think we're going crazy.

Tell us the gas isn't

dimming, when it is.

So now

we do it to Des.

We light the gas on him.

I wish there was a

pithier phrase for it.

It can work. I know it.

We can't control what

he says about Harry

but we can control if he's believed.

First step, we cover why there's

no record of Harry enlisting

and isolate Des from his support base.

Fine. We give it the shot.

DES: Mother, what's this?

I got one too.

A birthday card, only three months late.

I told you my darling

Harry hadn't forgotten me.

Why would he write to me?

Let me see.

"Des. Stop making trouble.

Your constant questioning

about my whereabouts

is making my life very difficult.

The reason there is no

record of my enlisting

is because I am working as a

spy for the Australian government.

Don't tell anyone.

Destroy this letter.

And I'm not dead, so my wife won't

be marrying you. Leave her alone!"

What have you been doing?

You side with Harry every time.

Harry has done more for this

family than you ever will.

If it weren't for his farm keeping

us afloat, we'd be on the street.

I opened the POW camp.

Yes.

And if it's anything like your

other ventures, it'll ruin us.

So do you think that's Robert's work

or those deviant Land Army girls?

FRANKIE: What's this?

Harry would never write me a letter.

He knows I can't read.

It's not that I'm stupid.

It's called word blindness.

- Da Vinci had it.

- Mm.

It does look like Harry's handwriting.

I should never have listened to you.

We can't give up now.

Frankie, the letter's just the start.

We gotta see this through.

Now, we spread the word.

(WHISTLES)

- (WHISPERS) Now!

- (WAILS)

Mrs Whitmore?

- Mrs Bushell! (WAILS)

- Oh!

Oh, dear!

Have you had news from the Front?

Not Harry?

I really shouldn't say.

Oh.

Oh, of course!

You never know who's listening. But

you can trust me.

Only if you promise

to not tell a soul.

- No.

- A soul!

Oh!

- (WHISPERS) Harry's in danger.

- (GASPS)

- He works for the government.

- Oh.

- As a spy.

- Oh!

(WHISPERS) Harry Whitmore's a spy!

(WHISPERS) Harry Whitmore's a spy!

(WHISPERS) Harry Whitmore's a spy!

Harry

Harry Mr Whitmore's a spy.

He's gonna save us all.

Final step in lighting the gas.

(LAUGHS)

Take that, Des.

Can I trust you?

- Of course.

- I mean as in, completely?

You're being odd.

It's not the kiss, is it?

(CHUCKLES) No, it's not the kiss.

Um

What is it?

Just read it.

I hope you can

understand.

I know what it's like to

be different, you know.

Won't go to jail for it.

Is this your way of telling me

that you're not attracted to me?

I showed that to you 'cause I wanted

you to know the truth about me.

I like you

and I liked Terry.

It has always

been that way for me.

I'm attracted to to

the human, not the

I don't know what I'm saying.

What does that mean for me?

As a human?

Depends

whether you can accept it or not.

Des! Des!

You must be really proud of, uh

- you know who.

- Huh?

I call this emergency meeting to order!

There's been an

overwhelming amount of gossip

and it has to stop now!

Now, we've always been a friendly town

but you cannot trust

one another any more.

You never know who

could be an enemy spy.

Now I want you all to turn

to the person next to you

and tell them you don't trust them.

- ALL: I don't trust you.

- I do not trust you.

- I don't trust you.

- I don't trust YOU.

Mr Whitmore!

Just in time for the

lack-of-trust exercise.

This is fiction.

Mr Whitmore, that is

government property!

This is the work of the g*ng

of degenerates on my farm.

The degenerates?

They've been spreading

a ridiculous story

that my brother is some kind of spy!

That man

has been trying to convince

me that Harry is dead!

(ALL GASP)

Francesca.

He's always been jealous of his brother.

Have not. That's not true.

Neither is this.

Harry doesn't have the intelligence!

Why would his face be on

a poster if he's a spy?

He's obviously hiding in plain sight!

And you're jeopardising his

safety and ours by discussing it.

It is bizarre and insane

that you would believe this!

A mother knows when

her only son is dead.

Only son?

And Harry Whitmore is not dead!

- Traitor!

- TOWNSFOLK: Traitor!

ALL: (CHANT) Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

MRS BUSHELL: We've lost another one.

SOLDIER: Come on, mate. Let's go.

Mr Flanders has gone to God.

(ALL LAUGH)

KATHLEEN: We did it. We lit the gas!

GWEN: I can't believe

they fell for it! (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

GWEN: Traitor!

Boom!

I don't speak my

father's native tongue ♪

I was born under the Southern sun ♪

I don't know where I belong ♪

I don't speak my

father's native tongue ♪

I was born under the Southern sun ♪

I don't know where I belong ♪

It's easy enough for you to say ♪

It ain't no thing ♪

But I'm the one, you ain't the one ♪

Been living in this skin ♪

If you wanna call me somethin' ♪

Call it to my face ♪

But I will not apologise

for takin' up this space ♪

Every time you cut me down ♪

I'm gonna come back fierce ♪

The time is through for bein' nice ♪

Let's call it what it is ♪

I don't speak my

father's native tongue ♪

I was born under the Southern sun ♪

I don't know where I belong ♪

I don't know where I belong ♪

I'll show you degenerate.

FRANKIE: A mother knows

when her only son is dead.

BOTH: And Harry Whitmore is not dead!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Your brothers. They're gone.

What do you mean they're gone?

Des was there. They rounded

'em up. Took 'em away!

I don't know where.

I tried, bub.

I tried.

(SIRENS WAIL, PEOPLE SHOUT)

('NATIVE TONGUE' BY MOJU PLAYS)

I don't speak my

father's native tongue. ♪