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Jack begs for Phryne’s help in Dead Air. Could she be any more delighted?

Jack: Thank goodness you’re here. I need you to move in on this case. Collins can’t handle this alone.
Phryne: Is this Jack Robinson speaking, or are you still incognito? You want me to ride shotgun over Hugh?
Jack: I wish you wouldn’t put it quite like that.
Phryne: You could ask nicely.
Jack: Want me to beg?
Phryne: This may never happen again.
Jack: Please.

I just watched this episode for the first time last night and my heart is still pounding.

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phryneandjack:

Sorry to torment you with a gif that doesn’t dance. Does this work any better?

no words

phryneandjack:

Sorry to torment you with a gif that doesn’t dance. Does this work any better?

no words

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Chapters 9, 10 & 11 posted for those interested. 

I thought throwing them into a case would be fun. Things heat up in Chapter 11. Constructive criticism is welcome. 

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Liebeslied
‘But all that touches us
You and me
Binds us together like the stroke of a bow
That draws one chord from two strings.’
That’s Rainer Maria Rilke.Very impressive, Jack.
I’ll pass that on to my German teacher.

Love-Song by Rainer Maria Rilke (translation)
How shall I hold my soul so it does not
touch on yours. How shall I lift it
over you to other things?
Ah, willingly I’d store it away
with some lost thing in the dark,
in some strange still place, that
does not tremble when your depths tremble.
But all that touches us, you and me,
takes us, together, like the stroke of a bow,
that draws one chord out of the two strings.
On what instrument are we strung?
And what artist has us in their hand?
O sweet song.

Liebeslied
‘But all that touches us
You and me
Binds us together like the stroke of a bow
That draws one chord from two strings.’
That’s Rainer Maria Rilke.

Very impressive, Jack.

I’ll pass that on to my German teacher.

Love-Song
by Rainer Maria Rilke (translation)
How shall I hold my soul so it does not
touch on yours. How shall I lift it
over you to other things?
Ah, willingly I’d store it away
with some lost thing in the dark,
in some strange still place, that
does not tremble when your depths tremble.
But all that touches us, you and me,
takes us, together, like the stroke of a bow,
that draws one chord out of the two strings.
On what instrument are we strung?
And what artist has us in their hand?
O sweet song.

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2bbornot2bb:

Team Jack, and Phryne’s the President.  For Jeneenp :)

I love you (in the ‘complete stranger on the internet’ sense). Thank you.

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izzyandlouie:

phryneandjack:

You’re welcome ;)

Now these beat Jack’s bathers.  I’ve gone a bit weak at the knees at the moment - I’m sure I’ll be OK in a minute

Holy Christ. I need to lie down.

izzyandlouie:

phryneandjack:

You’re welcome ;)

Now these beat Jack’s bathers.  I’ve gone a bit weak at the knees at the moment - I’m sure I’ll be OK in a minute

Holy Christ. I need to lie down.

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He should have snogged her right then and there.

He should have snogged her right then and there.

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izzyandlouie:

Notice how Jack looks Phryne up and down appreciatively as she comes down the stairs.

"You win."   Really, he’s thinking, I win.

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Blood at the Wheel - The moment Jack makes his decision. 

Don’t Think Twice, It’s AlrightBob Dylan
It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don’t matter, anyhow An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don’t know by now When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on Don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe That light I never knowed An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe I’m on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin’ anyway So don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal Like you never did before It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal I can’t hear you anymore I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I’m told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don’t think twice, it’s all right
I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe Where I’m bound, I can’t tell But goodbye’s too good a word, gal So I’ll just say fare thee well I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don’t mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don’t think twice, it’s all right

Blood at the Wheel - The moment Jack makes his decision.

Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright
Bob Dylan

It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter, anyhow
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

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Dead Man’s Chest, S2E3 Recap - Set 2

Phryne seems to take note of Hilly McNaster’s revelation as Jack shares the tide schedule with her over lunch.
They sneak out in the middle of the night to have a look-see at the pier but Phryne gives her position away:
Jack: What took you so long?
Phryne: I was as quiet as a mouse.
Jack: A mouse who wears French perfume.
Phryne: I’ll wear less next time.

The Inspector pulls a face at the double entendre. Right? Right? He of the honorable and upright behavior society? NO!  HE DOESN’T!
It was a true delight that Jack acted like a man (and not like a police officer) as he envisioned her veiled promise, a slow, sexy smile drifting across his face.

Phryne discovers that Mrs. McNaster enjoys a nip or ten, despite her allegiance to the Temperance Union. And Jack leans across the credenza. God, does he lean. I’m gonna need a minute…

OK! More soldier/man issues as Dot arrives on the scene and Hugh wants to be momentarily excused from his duties to spend a moment with her.
Collins: Dottie! Ah, would you excuse me, please, sir?
Jack: Ah, go on.
Phryne: Look over here, Jack.
Jack: Constable Collins is on duty.
Phryne: Then you can blame Dot.

Oh, sure. Blame the woman. Adam and Eve. Antony and Cleopatra. Here we go again. Phryne was being sarcastic of course and, Jack gives her an enigmatic look - which I interpret as Jack realizing that Phryne knows she is tempting him and that he is tempted.

We get the adorable chips under the pier scene and one of my all time favorite sayings, “Set the cat amongst the pigeons.” They take Finlay Ellis in for questioning and all the detectives lean on the desk, LOL. Ellis tossed a dagger into the deep before his arrest and Phryne now suspects it’s the murder weapon.
Cue: Boys in Bathers. Take a moment, dears, to appreciate all the goodness Jack Robinson hides under that three piece suit…


Need to do the ALS ice bucket challenge to cool down? Yes, me too. So does Phryne, who cannot help but notice the very real, half-naked, flesh and blood man that is her Inspector. Hugh looks pretty good, too - or so say’s Dot’s expression as she towels him off.

Phryne figures it all out, natch, and gets herself into a spot of bother. She has the situation in hand as Jack comes to her (unecessary) rescue, yelling for her by first name. Aunt P. shows her mettle by standing by Hilly and I can only hope (based on spoilers for the end of S2) that in Season 3, we get more of this Prudence Stanley.

At the close, Phryne is interested to learn more about the man and she is not disappointed:
Phryne: So, tell me, Jack. Where did you collect your coins? Amongst the ruins of ancient Greece, or deep in the jungles of Patagonia?
Jack: I inherited my collection from Uncle Ted and sold it at the age of 12, so I could buy my first bicycle.
Phryne: Now that’s an adventure.
Jack: It was. It was. I rode further than I’d ever ridden before, through the uncharted wilds of North Richmond.
Phryne: Where even Captain Flint didn’t dare tread.
Jack (in pirate voice): And the pirate girls of Collingwood ruled the waves.
Phryne: To pirates, adventurers and boys on bicycles.

The rare smile on Jack’s face says it all.


Besides setting the stage for a lovely anecdote about Jack’s youth and giving him a reason to do a pirate voice, there are several tie-ins that crop up:
The bicycle tie-in to Nathan Page’s own story is a fitting tribute. We get a taste again in ‘Framed for Murder’ when he tells Phryne his childhood dream was to ride the Tour de France - but then the war came.
The reference to pirate girls of Collingwood is a very big deal because in a just a few episodes, in ‘Marked for Murder’ we understand that Phryne is from Collingwood and Jack specifically refers to her as a “Collingwood Girl” to his “Abbotsford Man.”