Picnic at Hanging Rock (2018): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
French governess, Mademoiselle, is growing increasingly suspicious of Mrs Appleyard's erratic behavior, and fears the worst when she is told that Sara was unexpectedly collected by her guardian, unseen by any other staff. As Mademoiselle searches for answers, the Sergeant travels to Melbourne to seek a last interview with Irma, and a secret vow made by the missing girls is revealed.
You're in love.
One day you will be, too, Greta.
And when you and I
have children,
we will never send them away.
Everything ends,
unless you stay in between.
It's easier there.
In between?
What does that mean?
Mademoiselle?
Mademoiselle?
We must think about leaving.
What time is it?
Ah, it's still as dead
as a doornail.
Stopped right on 12:00,
same as Miss McCraw's.
Something to do with magnets,
she reckons.
You don't have the time, do you?
Oh, mine is being repaired.
Madam wanted us back by 8:00.
It's about half past 3:00,
going by the shadow.
I'll harness the horses.
Merci.
How can time stop at the Rock?
It can't.
Time is a never-ending
explosion.
It's you who sends me mad.
When will you respond
to my proposal?
Why do you never
answer my question?
What happened at Hanging Rock
was my fault.
I cannot leave the college.
I do not speak to you in French
because we live in the present,
not in the past.
What's done is done.
I must go.
People will talk.
Thank you.
Au revoir, Mademoiselle.
Au revoir, Myrtle.
Come along here, love.
Chin up.
It's for the best, darling.
You're back.
Yes.
I saw Myrtle leaving.
Going home for Easter?
She won't be returning to us.
An unpromising child.
No great loss.
Oh.
I brought a little treat
for Sara.
I must hide it from Cook.
Sara's appetite
is no longer our concern.
Her guardian came
to collect her this morning.
- No.
- No? What do you mean no?
But she was in no state
to travel.
I agree with you, but her
guardian would not be persuaded.
- Mr. Cosgrove?
- Yes, Mr. Cosgrove.
Whom else would I
be speaking of?
If you'd be kind enough
to pack up Sara's things.
There wasn't time this morning,
and I said I'd send them on.
Oh!
Oh, you made me jump!
I just came for the sheets.
Madam has had me stuck
in the laundry all morning.
- In the laundry?
- Yeah.
Madam got it into her head
to bleach all the linen.
So, you did not see Sara?
No.
Didn't get to say goodbye.
Poor lamb.
That's Sara's Valentine.
From Miss Miranda.
Yes.
She carried it with her always.
Yeah. She must've been
in a rush, like me.
No.
She would never have left it.
Me and Tom are leaving tomorrow.
We're getting hitched.
Oh, Minnie!
That's...
Lucky he asked.
Couple more weeks, he wouldn't
have had a choice in the matter.
I am so happy for you.
Miss Lumley.
Have we no dance class today?
Uh, this is music appreciation.
The girls
are appreciating my music.
You were here all morning?
Yes, the holidays
haven't started yet.
Dora, did you say au revoir
to Sara?
Did you see Mr. Cosgrove?
No.
Unlike some,
I have been very busy.
Now, you'll notice
the mood changes here.
Do you know if Sara
had breakfast
before she left this morning?
Her tray was untouched,
as usual.
Picky little eater.
Yes.
I was just wondering if perhaps
you had seen
her guardian's carriage
while you were
in the vegetable garden.
No. I wasn't here this morning.
The missus gave me the morning
off to visit my sister.
All very nice,
but you can bet
she still expects her supper
at the same time.
Good afternoon, Tom.
Were you around this morning?
Running errands in Woodend.
Has Minnie told you our news?
Yes.
Congratulations.
For Miss Sara.
I almost forgot.
From Miss Valange.
Can you send it to her?
Of course. I-I must just find
the address of Mr. Cosgrove.
Mrs. Valange said to make sure
the boss lady doesn't see it.
Tom, is Mr. Whitehead
still busy in the greenhouse?
Far as I know, Missus.
Bye.
Dear Sara,
I'm sorry not to have had
a chance to say goodbye.
I was given no choice
in the matter.
My concerns for you
are compounded
by the events of this morning.
This is to say that you will
always have a home with me
in East Melbourne.
Give this letter
to Mademoiselle,
and she will arrange it.
Do not deal directly
with the head.
She is not to be trusted.
Dianne?
Oh, mon dieu!
You frightened me.
And yet I am not the intruder.
I was just looking for
Mr. Cosgrove's address...
to send on Sara's things.
His plans were not yet fixed.
Unconventional, as always.
But he made it clear...
...that Sara
would not be returning.
But her name is still there
in the ledger.
Hester, is it?
You're a clever little girl.
You'll run 'em 'round the houses
without even having
to lift your pinafore.
In or out, Dora.
This way, you're only
letting the heat out.
That French flibbertigibbet
is asking everyone
about Mr. Cosgrove.
Whether they saw him
or his carriage.
And she's going on and on
about the photograph.
What photograph?
Of Miranda.
She keeps saying Sara would
never have left it behind.
I think I recall
that photograph.
It was in a valuable frame.
Surely that didn't
belong to Sara.
It was her Valentine.
Miss Leopold donated the frame.
Shall I fetch Mamsell?
No.
Dora, tell me.
Do you ever suffer
from... memories?
How do you keep them at bay?
Prayer.
Of course.
I see.
Would you like
to pray together, Hester?
Good night, Dora.
Fucked up,
didn't you, mad bitch?
Now, tell me.
Why are you in Australia?
Well, I came here
to be a governess
to a young lady, Cecile.
But she died, unfortunately.
She was already very sick
when I arrived.
And now I must find work.
We're very isolated here.
Won't you miss your family?
No.
My family is gone.
An epidemic.
Unfortunately, many people
were taken in the village
where I am from.
I'm so sorry.
So... you are a woman alone.
Yes.
Your mother had a saying?
Yes, she used to say,
"A woman alone
is like a broken egg."
A broken egg?
Yes.
Well
We're not alone anymore, are we?
Welcome to Appleyard College,
Mademoiselle de Poitiers.
Merci beaucoup!
I'm scared.
Ah.
You're buying time.
Distract them with details.
Stick to the story.
It's not a lie
if you believe it.
And...
And if I need to bolt,
don't let anyone get in my way.
That's my girl.
What happened... to the orphan?
C-Could she have run away?
But she had nowhere to go.
There is an invitation to stay
with Mrs. Valange, but...
It is perhaps too late.
And Mrs. Appleyard says
the girl's guardian
came to collect her.
Why would she lie?
I don't know.
You said the
orphan was too weak to travel.
Sara will not eat.
She was in adoration
with Miranda,
so now her heart is broken.
And she is full of melancholy,
punished very often.
Punished how?
Kept in the tower,
like Rapunzel.
I feel like a terrible shadow
has fallen.
Have you telegraphed
her guardian?
So you have no evidence that
anything happened to anyone.
I am sorry to disturb you.
You haven't drunk your tea.
Thank you.
I must go.
He's been looking
for the girls everywhere.
All over Bendigo.
He's at his wits' end.
I understand.
- I'll go to Melbourne.
- Melbourne?
Miss Leopold's ship has docked.
She'll be off any minute.
Girls, don't
worry. Everything is fine.
They are coming back.
Just, please, Myrtle.
Just stay here.
Lily and Rose,
you come here, please.
- Come here.
- Where's Miss McCraw?
Come.
Rosamund, Blanche.
You must stay together, please.
I need to go to the privy.
That's where Miss McCraw went,
and she's disappeared, too.
Girls!
Miss McCraw is most certainly
searching for your classmates.
It's Miranda's fault.
We should go look for them.
No. Stay together.
Girls! Shh.
You stay together.
You shh.
Any sign of them?
What's wrong?
I am a bad teacher.
I have been a friend
to the girls.
But they do not need a friend.
They need a protector.
They are children.
I have been blind and weak.
Everyone's gone mad
since that picnic.
I must borrow your bicycle.
Stay here.
Stay here.
Stay here until the morning.
I have to go.
Now you.
Do you believe me?
I believe that you
should not go back there.
I am safe.
She will not harm me.
The remaining girls will soon
return home for Easter.
Until then, I must protect them.
My clothes are downstairs.
I'll go and get them.
Wait.
Not yet.
I will go
when it's busy outside.
People will see you.
- Yes.
- Mm.
She must not know that
I have spoken to the Sergeant.
Better to cause a scandal.
Have you decided
whether to employ
that stonemason?
He didn't impress me.
There was something
disreputable about him.
I suppose that's the thing about
Australia being so far away.
We... attract all sorts.
What do you mean?
I don't know
the first thing about you.
Don't know who you were
before you opened this place.
And I don't care.
How about a fresh start...
...with a different name?
As a doctor's wife?
Anywhere you like,
city or country.
There's opportunities out here.
A respectable couple's
an asset to any community.
A respectable couple?
You could hold your own soiree.
I could have a baby.
Hester, what...
Hester, wait!
Hester!
- You'll be all right.
- I'll miss you.
You'll be okay.
All right.
Take care of each other,
all right?
Appreciate it.
All right.
Halt!
Who are you?
What do you want?
- Don't you recognize me?
- Should I?
I am Reg Lumley, the brother
of your deportment mistress.
Why have we never met?
Madam, we have met
on several occasions.
She knows me. Yeah.
How can we help you, Mr. Lumley?
I have come
to collect my sister.
The Easter holiday
doesn't begin until tomorrow.
Well, she won't be coming back.
Dora!
Mademoiselle, find Dora.
Help her pack.
Don't you want to know why?
Nope.
Reg.
You're coming home, sister mine.
- No.
- It is my opinion...
I agree with your brother.
You should go.
No. No!
- It is my opinion...
- No.
No, I am the good girl, and I do
everything that you say!
I do everything right!
No, no, no.
You can't be on his side!
It's not fair!
It's not fair.
What is she still doing here?
You did not sleep in your bed
last night, Miss.
You slut!
She's a slut!
I'll tell you where she lay
last night.
With the watchmaker.
Is this true?
Did you stay with
Monsieur Montpelier last night?
Oui.
Hm!
Well, the drag
will be here soon.
You should disentangle
the intermediates,
help them pack.
Get your things, Dora.
This place is a madhouse!
But...
Go on, get your things.
Let me help you.
Au revoir, Mademoiselle.
Bye. Bye.
Au revoir, Rosamund.
Don't forget to write letters.
I hope I will see you again.
Au revoir.
Bye, Lily.
Hyah!
Go on. Giddap.
Come on, Edith.
Your mum will be here soon.
Why do you think
my mother is always late?
Do you think she forgets
all about me?
You must be strong, Edith.
Do not wait
for others to approve.
Do not try to make them happy.
Dance your own steps.
So, I can be the lady
for a change?
Yes.
Yes.
You can be the lady.
Why are you wearing
the same dress as yesterday?
A lady does not remark
on a gentleman's outfit, Edith.
Just the two of us.
Shall we?
Regent's Park Ladies Academy.
What do you think?
Very elegant.
Were Sara and Mr. Cosgrove
stopping in Melbourne?
I blame the orphanage.
You can never recover
from a bad start in life,
no matter how your fortunes
might change.
Where did you grow up?
Have you ever been in love,
Dianne?
Yes.
Head or the heart.
Whichever you choose,
the other will haunt you.
You never talk
about your husband.
I've given Cook her notice.
Clean sweep.
What's necessary above all else
is to attract
the right sort of girl.
The sort that
can be relied upon.
No orphans or bastards
and certainly no tomboys.
And experienced teachers whose
behavior is above reproach.
Well...
...Monsieur Montpelier
has asked me to marry him.
Do you think I care about that?
You lost my girls!
Your services
are no longer required.
You may leave first thing
in the morning.
Clean sweep.
Children, we have a visitor.
Let us show him what good
Christians you are.
Hester!
Hester, is it?
How do you do?
Come on, then, Arthur.
I'm ready.
Show yourself.
Ooh, you're a clever
little girl.
You'll run 'em 'round the houses
without even having
to lift your pinafore.
Now, we need an hour.
No more.
It was
the schooner Hesperus
that sailed
the wintry seas.
And the skipper had
taken his little daughter
to bear him company.
Blue were her eyes
as the fairy-flax,
her cheeks like the dawn of day,
and her bosom white
as the hawthorn buds
that ope in the month of May.
The skipper,
he stood beside the helm.
His pipe was in his mouth.
And he watched how
the veering flaw did blow.
The smoke now West, now South.
Dianne, is that you?
And he watched
how the veering flaw did blow.
The smoke now West, now South.
Thank you.
- Is there any news?
- No.
If you're here to ask if my
memory has improved, it hasn't.
I'm not interested
in what happened at the Rock.
I'm interested in before.
The picnic?
No. I know
everything about the picnic.
Edith had seconds.
Before.
At Appleyard College.
That ludicrous name.
A finishing school
in the middle of nowhere.
No hint of society,
just a tin-pot town.
So you weren't happy there?
What excellent powers
of deduction.
Your missing friends,
what did they feel
about the place?
None of us was there
voluntarily.
Miss McCraw.
How did you get on with her?
Fine.
Miss Lumley was the only one
we didn't like.
Her and her brother.
My goodness.
Sorry. I hope they're
not relatives of yours.
- Mrs. Appleyard.
- What about her?
You tell me.
She's a fraud.
What do you mean?
Well, our bread was put on
the right instead of the left.
Potatoes were served with fish.
I saw her offer brandy
at afternoon tea.
What's wrong with that?
Punch or lemonade but not wine.
She clearly didn't
come from real society.
She was a climber.
Well, here's what I know.
I've been told a lot of nonsense
by a lot of people.
I reckon you girls
decided to take off,
and something went wrong.
That's good.
Good.
It's almost perfect, Miranda.
It's just
Oh, okay.
Very good, Marion.
- Mamsell?
- Oui?
What does "salope" mean?
Where did you hear this word?
It's what Irma's mother
calls her.
- "Une vraie petite salope."
- Liar.
This is not a word
to be repeated.
I'm very surprised to hear it
from your mouth.
- You of all people, Rosamund.
- I'm sorry.
I-I thought if a Rothschild
could say it...
Liar! Liar! Liar!
She told me her mother
said it... on her wedding day,
when Irma kissed her
new father with her tongue!
Immediately apologize!
Sorry.
Asseyez-vous!
She knows it's true,
Mademoiselle.
You must be ashamed.
Our headmistress will soon
clear those smug looks
from your faces.
What does "salope" mean?
Slut.
Irmlette.
Go away.
Don't be silly.
I don't want you.
You don't care about me.
That's not true.
Oh, stop pretending.
I know about you
and Miss McCraw.
I love her.
Since when?
We've never held hands.
We've never kissed
the way you kiss.
My stepfather... kissed me.
I didn't kiss him.
Well, then he's the scallop,
not you.
It's not a "scallop."
Oh, honestly.
You're such a bumpkin.
- I hate Blanche.
- I've always hated Blanche.
I should never have
told her anything.
It's your fault, though.
You know what I did
this Christmas?
Nothing.
I got a telegraph from Papa
and nothing from Mama.
Even the chambermaids
had each other!
I had no one.
You're lucky.
You can buy anything.
A hotel room.
A hotel.
And you can lock the doors.
My parents expect me to marry
as soon as I get out of here.
I don't want to be with anyone.
I do.
Mrs. Appleyard has asked me
to stay and teach history.
It's a generous offer
for a girl like me,
as long as I hide
around the parents.
Of course I'll see Miss McCraw.
But she says we have to
remain in between.
Pretending and hiding.
Pretending for
the rest of my life.
I hate them all.
What spell did you cast
in the roses?
Was there a plan to run away?
There was no plan.
Do you know Sara Waybourne?
Of course.
Heard from her lately?
No.
She may have disappeared,
as well.
- Sara?
- This is not a game, Irma.
I know that!
You know something.
Oh, yes I do.
Never surrender.
One day you will be, too, Greta.
And when you and I
have children,
we will never send them away.
Everything ends,
unless you stay in between.
It's easier there.
In between?
What does that mean?
Mademoiselle?
Mademoiselle?
We must think about leaving.
What time is it?
Ah, it's still as dead
as a doornail.
Stopped right on 12:00,
same as Miss McCraw's.
Something to do with magnets,
she reckons.
You don't have the time, do you?
Oh, mine is being repaired.
Madam wanted us back by 8:00.
It's about half past 3:00,
going by the shadow.
I'll harness the horses.
Merci.
How can time stop at the Rock?
It can't.
Time is a never-ending
explosion.
It's you who sends me mad.
When will you respond
to my proposal?
Why do you never
answer my question?
What happened at Hanging Rock
was my fault.
I cannot leave the college.
I do not speak to you in French
because we live in the present,
not in the past.
What's done is done.
I must go.
People will talk.
Thank you.
Au revoir, Mademoiselle.
Au revoir, Myrtle.
Come along here, love.
Chin up.
It's for the best, darling.
You're back.
Yes.
I saw Myrtle leaving.
Going home for Easter?
She won't be returning to us.
An unpromising child.
No great loss.
Oh.
I brought a little treat
for Sara.
I must hide it from Cook.
Sara's appetite
is no longer our concern.
Her guardian came
to collect her this morning.
- No.
- No? What do you mean no?
But she was in no state
to travel.
I agree with you, but her
guardian would not be persuaded.
- Mr. Cosgrove?
- Yes, Mr. Cosgrove.
Whom else would I
be speaking of?
If you'd be kind enough
to pack up Sara's things.
There wasn't time this morning,
and I said I'd send them on.
Oh!
Oh, you made me jump!
I just came for the sheets.
Madam has had me stuck
in the laundry all morning.
- In the laundry?
- Yeah.
Madam got it into her head
to bleach all the linen.
So, you did not see Sara?
No.
Didn't get to say goodbye.
Poor lamb.
That's Sara's Valentine.
From Miss Miranda.
Yes.
She carried it with her always.
Yeah. She must've been
in a rush, like me.
No.
She would never have left it.
Me and Tom are leaving tomorrow.
We're getting hitched.
Oh, Minnie!
That's...
Lucky he asked.
Couple more weeks, he wouldn't
have had a choice in the matter.
I am so happy for you.
Miss Lumley.
Have we no dance class today?
Uh, this is music appreciation.
The girls
are appreciating my music.
You were here all morning?
Yes, the holidays
haven't started yet.
Dora, did you say au revoir
to Sara?
Did you see Mr. Cosgrove?
No.
Unlike some,
I have been very busy.
Now, you'll notice
the mood changes here.
Do you know if Sara
had breakfast
before she left this morning?
Her tray was untouched,
as usual.
Picky little eater.
Yes.
I was just wondering if perhaps
you had seen
her guardian's carriage
while you were
in the vegetable garden.
No. I wasn't here this morning.
The missus gave me the morning
off to visit my sister.
All very nice,
but you can bet
she still expects her supper
at the same time.
Good afternoon, Tom.
Were you around this morning?
Running errands in Woodend.
Has Minnie told you our news?
Yes.
Congratulations.
For Miss Sara.
I almost forgot.
From Miss Valange.
Can you send it to her?
Of course. I-I must just find
the address of Mr. Cosgrove.
Mrs. Valange said to make sure
the boss lady doesn't see it.
Tom, is Mr. Whitehead
still busy in the greenhouse?
Far as I know, Missus.
Bye.
Dear Sara,
I'm sorry not to have had
a chance to say goodbye.
I was given no choice
in the matter.
My concerns for you
are compounded
by the events of this morning.
This is to say that you will
always have a home with me
in East Melbourne.
Give this letter
to Mademoiselle,
and she will arrange it.
Do not deal directly
with the head.
She is not to be trusted.
Dianne?
Oh, mon dieu!
You frightened me.
And yet I am not the intruder.
I was just looking for
Mr. Cosgrove's address...
to send on Sara's things.
His plans were not yet fixed.
Unconventional, as always.
But he made it clear...
...that Sara
would not be returning.
But her name is still there
in the ledger.
Hester, is it?
You're a clever little girl.
You'll run 'em 'round the houses
without even having
to lift your pinafore.
In or out, Dora.
This way, you're only
letting the heat out.
That French flibbertigibbet
is asking everyone
about Mr. Cosgrove.
Whether they saw him
or his carriage.
And she's going on and on
about the photograph.
What photograph?
Of Miranda.
She keeps saying Sara would
never have left it behind.
I think I recall
that photograph.
It was in a valuable frame.
Surely that didn't
belong to Sara.
It was her Valentine.
Miss Leopold donated the frame.
Shall I fetch Mamsell?
No.
Dora, tell me.
Do you ever suffer
from... memories?
How do you keep them at bay?
Prayer.
Of course.
I see.
Would you like
to pray together, Hester?
Good night, Dora.
Fucked up,
didn't you, mad bitch?
Now, tell me.
Why are you in Australia?
Well, I came here
to be a governess
to a young lady, Cecile.
But she died, unfortunately.
She was already very sick
when I arrived.
And now I must find work.
We're very isolated here.
Won't you miss your family?
No.
My family is gone.
An epidemic.
Unfortunately, many people
were taken in the village
where I am from.
I'm so sorry.
So... you are a woman alone.
Yes.
Your mother had a saying?
Yes, she used to say,
"A woman alone
is like a broken egg."
A broken egg?
Yes.
Well
We're not alone anymore, are we?
Welcome to Appleyard College,
Mademoiselle de Poitiers.
Merci beaucoup!
I'm scared.
Ah.
You're buying time.
Distract them with details.
Stick to the story.
It's not a lie
if you believe it.
And...
And if I need to bolt,
don't let anyone get in my way.
That's my girl.
What happened... to the orphan?
C-Could she have run away?
But she had nowhere to go.
There is an invitation to stay
with Mrs. Valange, but...
It is perhaps too late.
And Mrs. Appleyard says
the girl's guardian
came to collect her.
Why would she lie?
I don't know.
You said the
orphan was too weak to travel.
Sara will not eat.
She was in adoration
with Miranda,
so now her heart is broken.
And she is full of melancholy,
punished very often.
Punished how?
Kept in the tower,
like Rapunzel.
I feel like a terrible shadow
has fallen.
Have you telegraphed
her guardian?
So you have no evidence that
anything happened to anyone.
I am sorry to disturb you.
You haven't drunk your tea.
Thank you.
I must go.
He's been looking
for the girls everywhere.
All over Bendigo.
He's at his wits' end.
I understand.
- I'll go to Melbourne.
- Melbourne?
Miss Leopold's ship has docked.
She'll be off any minute.
Girls, don't
worry. Everything is fine.
They are coming back.
Just, please, Myrtle.
Just stay here.
Lily and Rose,
you come here, please.
- Come here.
- Where's Miss McCraw?
Come.
Rosamund, Blanche.
You must stay together, please.
I need to go to the privy.
That's where Miss McCraw went,
and she's disappeared, too.
Girls!
Miss McCraw is most certainly
searching for your classmates.
It's Miranda's fault.
We should go look for them.
No. Stay together.
Girls! Shh.
You stay together.
You shh.
Any sign of them?
What's wrong?
I am a bad teacher.
I have been a friend
to the girls.
But they do not need a friend.
They need a protector.
They are children.
I have been blind and weak.
Everyone's gone mad
since that picnic.
I must borrow your bicycle.
Stay here.
Stay here.
Stay here until the morning.
I have to go.
Now you.
Do you believe me?
I believe that you
should not go back there.
I am safe.
She will not harm me.
The remaining girls will soon
return home for Easter.
Until then, I must protect them.
My clothes are downstairs.
I'll go and get them.
Wait.
Not yet.
I will go
when it's busy outside.
People will see you.
- Yes.
- Mm.
She must not know that
I have spoken to the Sergeant.
Better to cause a scandal.
Have you decided
whether to employ
that stonemason?
He didn't impress me.
There was something
disreputable about him.
I suppose that's the thing about
Australia being so far away.
We... attract all sorts.
What do you mean?
I don't know
the first thing about you.
Don't know who you were
before you opened this place.
And I don't care.
How about a fresh start...
...with a different name?
As a doctor's wife?
Anywhere you like,
city or country.
There's opportunities out here.
A respectable couple's
an asset to any community.
A respectable couple?
You could hold your own soiree.
I could have a baby.
Hester, what...
Hester, wait!
Hester!
- You'll be all right.
- I'll miss you.
You'll be okay.
All right.
Take care of each other,
all right?
Appreciate it.
All right.
Halt!
Who are you?
What do you want?
- Don't you recognize me?
- Should I?
I am Reg Lumley, the brother
of your deportment mistress.
Why have we never met?
Madam, we have met
on several occasions.
She knows me. Yeah.
How can we help you, Mr. Lumley?
I have come
to collect my sister.
The Easter holiday
doesn't begin until tomorrow.
Well, she won't be coming back.
Dora!
Mademoiselle, find Dora.
Help her pack.
Don't you want to know why?
Nope.
Reg.
You're coming home, sister mine.
- No.
- It is my opinion...
I agree with your brother.
You should go.
No. No!
- It is my opinion...
- No.
No, I am the good girl, and I do
everything that you say!
I do everything right!
No, no, no.
You can't be on his side!
It's not fair!
It's not fair.
What is she still doing here?
You did not sleep in your bed
last night, Miss.
You slut!
She's a slut!
I'll tell you where she lay
last night.
With the watchmaker.
Is this true?
Did you stay with
Monsieur Montpelier last night?
Oui.
Hm!
Well, the drag
will be here soon.
You should disentangle
the intermediates,
help them pack.
Get your things, Dora.
This place is a madhouse!
But...
Go on, get your things.
Let me help you.
Au revoir, Mademoiselle.
Bye. Bye.
Au revoir, Rosamund.
Don't forget to write letters.
I hope I will see you again.
Au revoir.
Bye, Lily.
Hyah!
Go on. Giddap.
Come on, Edith.
Your mum will be here soon.
Why do you think
my mother is always late?
Do you think she forgets
all about me?
You must be strong, Edith.
Do not wait
for others to approve.
Do not try to make them happy.
Dance your own steps.
So, I can be the lady
for a change?
Yes.
Yes.
You can be the lady.
Why are you wearing
the same dress as yesterday?
A lady does not remark
on a gentleman's outfit, Edith.
Just the two of us.
Shall we?
Regent's Park Ladies Academy.
What do you think?
Very elegant.
Were Sara and Mr. Cosgrove
stopping in Melbourne?
I blame the orphanage.
You can never recover
from a bad start in life,
no matter how your fortunes
might change.
Where did you grow up?
Have you ever been in love,
Dianne?
Yes.
Head or the heart.
Whichever you choose,
the other will haunt you.
You never talk
about your husband.
I've given Cook her notice.
Clean sweep.
What's necessary above all else
is to attract
the right sort of girl.
The sort that
can be relied upon.
No orphans or bastards
and certainly no tomboys.
And experienced teachers whose
behavior is above reproach.
Well...
...Monsieur Montpelier
has asked me to marry him.
Do you think I care about that?
You lost my girls!
Your services
are no longer required.
You may leave first thing
in the morning.
Clean sweep.
Children, we have a visitor.
Let us show him what good
Christians you are.
Hester!
Hester, is it?
How do you do?
Come on, then, Arthur.
I'm ready.
Show yourself.
Ooh, you're a clever
little girl.
You'll run 'em 'round the houses
without even having
to lift your pinafore.
Now, we need an hour.
No more.
It was
the schooner Hesperus
that sailed
the wintry seas.
And the skipper had
taken his little daughter
to bear him company.
Blue were her eyes
as the fairy-flax,
her cheeks like the dawn of day,
and her bosom white
as the hawthorn buds
that ope in the month of May.
The skipper,
he stood beside the helm.
His pipe was in his mouth.
And he watched how
the veering flaw did blow.
The smoke now West, now South.
Dianne, is that you?
And he watched
how the veering flaw did blow.
The smoke now West, now South.
Thank you.
- Is there any news?
- No.
If you're here to ask if my
memory has improved, it hasn't.
I'm not interested
in what happened at the Rock.
I'm interested in before.
The picnic?
No. I know
everything about the picnic.
Edith had seconds.
Before.
At Appleyard College.
That ludicrous name.
A finishing school
in the middle of nowhere.
No hint of society,
just a tin-pot town.
So you weren't happy there?
What excellent powers
of deduction.
Your missing friends,
what did they feel
about the place?
None of us was there
voluntarily.
Miss McCraw.
How did you get on with her?
Fine.
Miss Lumley was the only one
we didn't like.
Her and her brother.
My goodness.
Sorry. I hope they're
not relatives of yours.
- Mrs. Appleyard.
- What about her?
You tell me.
She's a fraud.
What do you mean?
Well, our bread was put on
the right instead of the left.
Potatoes were served with fish.
I saw her offer brandy
at afternoon tea.
What's wrong with that?
Punch or lemonade but not wine.
She clearly didn't
come from real society.
She was a climber.
Well, here's what I know.
I've been told a lot of nonsense
by a lot of people.
I reckon you girls
decided to take off,
and something went wrong.
That's good.
Good.
It's almost perfect, Miranda.
It's just
Oh, okay.
Very good, Marion.
- Mamsell?
- Oui?
What does "salope" mean?
Where did you hear this word?
It's what Irma's mother
calls her.
- "Une vraie petite salope."
- Liar.
This is not a word
to be repeated.
I'm very surprised to hear it
from your mouth.
- You of all people, Rosamund.
- I'm sorry.
I-I thought if a Rothschild
could say it...
Liar! Liar! Liar!
She told me her mother
said it... on her wedding day,
when Irma kissed her
new father with her tongue!
Immediately apologize!
Sorry.
Asseyez-vous!
She knows it's true,
Mademoiselle.
You must be ashamed.
Our headmistress will soon
clear those smug looks
from your faces.
What does "salope" mean?
Slut.
Irmlette.
Go away.
Don't be silly.
I don't want you.
You don't care about me.
That's not true.
Oh, stop pretending.
I know about you
and Miss McCraw.
I love her.
Since when?
We've never held hands.
We've never kissed
the way you kiss.
My stepfather... kissed me.
I didn't kiss him.
Well, then he's the scallop,
not you.
It's not a "scallop."
Oh, honestly.
You're such a bumpkin.
- I hate Blanche.
- I've always hated Blanche.
I should never have
told her anything.
It's your fault, though.
You know what I did
this Christmas?
Nothing.
I got a telegraph from Papa
and nothing from Mama.
Even the chambermaids
had each other!
I had no one.
You're lucky.
You can buy anything.
A hotel room.
A hotel.
And you can lock the doors.
My parents expect me to marry
as soon as I get out of here.
I don't want to be with anyone.
I do.
Mrs. Appleyard has asked me
to stay and teach history.
It's a generous offer
for a girl like me,
as long as I hide
around the parents.
Of course I'll see Miss McCraw.
But she says we have to
remain in between.
Pretending and hiding.
Pretending for
the rest of my life.
I hate them all.
What spell did you cast
in the roses?
Was there a plan to run away?
There was no plan.
Do you know Sara Waybourne?
Of course.
Heard from her lately?
No.
She may have disappeared,
as well.
- Sara?
- This is not a game, Irma.
I know that!
You know something.
Oh, yes I do.
Never surrender.