Sirens

Synopsis: The personal and professional life of three female Pittsburgh police officers.
Genre: Drama
  Nominated for 1 Primetime Emmy. Another 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.5
Year:
1993
60 min
12 Views


The curator agreed to remove

the paintings from the exhibition

and sent a letter to the artist

inviting him to submit alternatives.

Unfortunately,

the offer was refused point-blank.

- He's threatened to go to the press.

- Mr Norman Lindsay, I take it?

- You've heard of him.

- Well, I like to keep abreast.

The last thing we want is a scandal.

Anyway, here they are.

Yes.

A case could be made for the

first three. They're merely vulgar.

But this one

is certainly blasphemous.

- And you want me to talk him round?

- It's on the way to your new parish.

I think an outsider has more of

a chance of getting through to him

than any of us locals.

I gather you were something

of a progressive at Oxford.

Don't believe everything you hear

but yes, element of truth in that.

He's happy to put you

and your wife up for the night.

I think he rather relishes

the idea of a good argument.

Well, if his reputation

is anything to go by,

he'd love to shock the socks off

any churchman that goes near him.

May I introduce you to my wife?

I don't think you've met.

Estella, the Bishop of Sydney.

My wife, Estella.

- Welcome to Australia.

- Thank you.

- Morning.

- Tickets, please.

- Do you know if a taxi's waiting?

- Yeah. There's not.

I, um, understand one was booked

to go to Mr Lindsay's place.

Doing a bit of modelling, are yous?

No, I certainly am not.

Taxi's been a bit late lately.

You'd be better off down at the pub.

May we leave our baggage here?

I'm about to knock off.

It'll be pilfered.

Would you mind giving us

a hand with it, then?

- Oh, I'm awfully sorry.

- I'll forgive you.

- Millions wouldn't.

- Oh, dear.

Try the pub.

It's just down the hill.

- Morning.

- Get fucked. Get fucked.

Ah, f*ck.

Aw, f*ck.

Watch the language, everyone.

Gents only in the bar.

Ladies' lounge is through the door.

Yes, we don't want a drink.

We just want a taxi, if there is one.

- Reg is at a funeral.

- I see.

- You could be in for a long wait.

- Oh, yes?

It's his funeral.

Well... Thanks.

Hey! I got my eye on you!

- Where yous goin'?

- Out to Mr Lindsay's place.

We're goin' out that way.

We can give you a lift.

- Thank you. Thank you very much.

- After we finish our beers.

Anthony?

They can't wait forever.

Fine. Come on, then.

Thank you.

Thanks for the lift.

I don't mean to be rude but...

you got a bit of food

on the side of your mouth.

Thanks.

See ya later.

Sorry about that, Piglet.

You all right?

They swear an awful lot.

They tend to, types like that.

- They didn't really say anything.

- Good.

- Now, where is everyone?

- Maybe Mr Lindsay changed his mind.

Pooh, look, there's something here.

Dear visitors, sorry we missed you.

Gone out for a picnic.

Make yourselves at home.

Well, I suppose

we'd better not go in.

Let's sit over by the pond.

- Mrs Campion?

- Hello.

What? Ah! Sorry.

I was fast asleep there.

You must be Mr Lindsay.

Lindsay Campion, my wife Norman.

- Estella.

- Just out from England?

That's it. We arrived

just a couple of weeks ago.

So they weren't game to send a local?

Well, you...

you're exactly on our way.

Oh, well. I'm glad

you got here in one piece.

Excuse me, I gotta get back to work.

Giddy and Sheela'll show you a room.

You'd probably like to freshen up.

- We'd love to, thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- You take that for me...

- This way, ladies and gents.

Maggie!

Thank you. Lovely.

You'll have trouble sleeping.

She sleeps next door

and she snores terribly.

- I do not.

- She sounds like two possums mating.

That's so horrible and it's not true.

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John Duigan

John Duigan (born 19 June 1949) is an Australian film director. He is mostly known for his two autobiographical films The Year My Voice Broke and Flirting, and the 1994 film Sirens, which starred Hugh Grant. more…

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