Picnic at Hanging Rock (2018): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
Hester has grown increasingly certain that her vengeful husband's behind the disappearances and is coming after her. As she prepares to flee, the arrival of Sara's guardian provides conclusive proof of Mrs Appleyard's lies. As Hester travels to the Hanging Rock, we finally learn all that led to her demise. The haunted past she ran from, and the secret lives of the missing college girls.
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Birds chirping ]
My brothers get to
swim here every day.
They're so lucky.
There are horses
that won't be tamed.
I saw a wild brumby once
being rounded up.
He was beautiful.
He refused to get caught.
He just ran and ran...
and ran straight off
the escarpment.
Did he gallop through the air?
No, silly.
He crashed to his death.
[ Horse neighs ]
It's all right.
He was free.
Like us.
Right now.
[ Indistinct talking ]
Oi! Boots!
- Hello, love.
- Hi, Mom.
MR. REID: Hey, it's not
all about speed, boys.
MAN: Hey, it's not luck
if it happens every time.
MAN #2: I'm waiting for lunch.
I'm starving.
- MRS. REID: We're having stew.
- MR. REID: All right, all right.
- Sit down for dinner.
- MRS. REID: Come on.
- Go and sit down.
- MR. REID: That's it.
Where's its mother?
He probably shot her
for dog meat.
Well, that ain't for that.
What is wrong with you lately?
- Nothing's wrong with me.
- [ Scoffs ]
[ Birds squawking ]
I want to take him
back to school with me.
[ Knock on door, door opens ]
Get out there!
Do you know how expensive
those corsets are?
I'm not going back.
You girls are lucky.
MR. REID:
To be going to school at all.
MRS. REID:
Sara's had a lovely visit.
Don't you dare go spoiling
her last night.
Sorry.
[ Birds squawking ]
Show her your hand.
She won't make you
go back to school.
No.
That would be weak.
MRS. REID:
You need an education.
So you can marry up.
[ Gasping ]
[ Chirping ]
Repeat after me.
I'll see you next Christmas.
I'll see you next Christmas.
It's a promise, then.
We're sisters now.
Safe trip.
Now, you listen to me.
You're strong.
You're stronger
than your brothers.
This school's nothing
you can't handle.
I belong here.
No, you don't, love.
You just don't know it yet,
that's all.
This isn't a place for ladies.
Go on.
There you go.
[ Ticking ]
[ Screaming ]
- [ Banging ]
- Miss Quade!
Miss Leopold!
Miss Leopold!
We're here!
- Please come through.
- Thank you.
I am so sorry to wake you up.
No, no worries.
He went to Melbourne.
He was supposed to be back
last night, but...
He's probably just tying one on
with the boys
from Russell Street.
I can wait alone,
if you want to go back to bed.
Please, no.
I can't sleep anyway.
Moi non plus.
Mrs. Valange,
our former drawing mistress...
Mm, I know Mrs. Valange.
Husband ran off.
Left her high and dry.
Oui.
She said that after
a calamity...
...the people who remain
dream each other's dreams.
Why are you dressed
at this hour?
DORA:
The place is a pigsty.
Well, you were supposed to
come over on your half days.
But you got too important.
I'm sorting out this mess.
And then I am going home
first thing.
[ Chuckles ] That palace of
allurements is not your home.
This is where you belong.
When did you last read
the Good Book, brother mine?
I am the Good Book!
Wha...
Why are you poking around
in my suitcase, Reg?
- What's this?
- DORA: I don't know what it is.
I found it in Miss McCraw's
treasure box, Reg.
And I'm keeping it safe for her.
Until she comes back.
REG:
They've led you astray.
No. No, I think you're
the one with the dirty mind.
Tell me what it is.
It's the devil's crucifix!
- No.
- Stay out.
No, don't, Reg.
It is driftwood.
It's from her home.
I'm keeping it safe
till she comes back!
No!
I should never
have listened to you.
I should have gone
to that picnic.
I should've gone!
Then I would have made sure
none of this ever happened.
Hand of God.
Reg.
Have you been
to the Hanging Rock?
I have.
I have, indeed.
Did you do something
to those girls, I wonder?
No. You couldn't have
done anything!
They'd be much too strong
for you!
- Quiet!
- [ Grunts ] No!
Oh, now look what you've done.
Reg! Reg!
Stamp it out, Dora.
Kick it out with your feet.
DORA: Stop.
It's burning!
Reg! No!
[ Screams ]
- Save us, Lord!
- Fire.
DORA:
No! Help us, please!
Reg!
[ Screaming ]
[ Coughing ]
He's never seen
a burned body before.
This bloody place.
It's unraveled my mind.
I know less than I did
on the day they went missing.
JOE:
You white fellas.
He's been here long time.
This Rock.
We been here long time.
You, you only been here
this once.
Long time, many time,
you can know this Rock.
So tell me what
he's saying, then.
This Rock.
They up there?
You know where they are?
You reckon I'd leave 'em there?
No. Of course not.
This Rock, he got no time.
Sarge, you go home now.
[ Groans, screams ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
I'll find you!
And I'll gut you!
Like a sow!
[ Indistinct talking ]
[ Horse snorts ]
MAN:
Appleyard hand soap.
Appleyard hand soap.
Here, ma'am.
Try some Appleyard hand soap.
Fourpence a tin.
Appleyard hand soap.
Doing absolute wonders
on your hands.
Try it once, you'll be buying it
for your skin.
Skin nice and soft.
Appleyard hand soap.
Made here by Mrs. Appleyard.
[ Wind whistling ]
[ Echoed laughter ]
MARION: Tell us about
the bushrangers again,
- Mr. Whitehead.
- Hm?
MARION: If they had secret lairs
on the Hanging Rock,
they must have had
escape routes, as well.
In the old days, you had to
go right past the Rock
in order to get
from the gold fields
to the Royal Treasury
in Melbourne.
Well, those bushrangers
were waiting.
And they were cruel men.
Whoa.
And they'd hang
their victims from trees,
just bleeding there
for the wild dogs.
[ Groans ]
They were eaten alive?
MR. WHITEHEAD: Mm-hmm.
My brother and I,
the two of us, we...
We found a man's ribs
hanging from a sapling.
So you've been there?
The Hanging Rock?
Leave Sara alone.
Or I'll tell everyone you got
your name off a soap tin.
Gossip's like a wildfire.
Once it gets started...
Christ!
You frightened me.
Mr. Whitehead, are you unwell?
Go away.
[ Dog barking, bell ringing ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Horse neighs ]
Hyah!
Sergeant. Sergeant!
Proof for you
to hold in your hand.
Sara's suitcase was hidden
under Mrs. Appleyard's bed.
Where have you been?
We were up all night.
- Are you drunk?
- No, love.
We've been at the fire
all night.
There's been a tragedy.
The Lumleys.
Both gone.
- MADEMOISELLE: Oh, mon dieu!
- Mademoiselle de Poitiers?
- Mr. Cosgrove?
- Bonjour!
I thought it was you.
I've been reading about
the college mystery.
You must tell me everything.
This is Sara's guardian.
[ Scoffs ] I'm ashamed to admit
that I forgot all about Easter.
Most un-Christian.
Uh, in my defense,
my secretary, poor chap,
is in the throes
of a malarial fever,
and without him, I'm as much use
as an upturned tortoise.
Go.
Go!
MRS. APPLEYARD:
This stops now.
MR. WHITEHEAD: My brother lies
in a nameless grave.
With the sinners
for all eternity.
May God forgive him.
He took his own life.
You think that's what Sara did?
Well, she deserves
a proper burial.
Better to say... she fell.
[ Stammering ]
That there was an accident.
That's right, Mr. Whitehead.
It was an accident.
I told the wrong lie.
[ Horse neighs ]
Where's Mrs. Appleyard?
Uh...
[ Stammers ]
There's been an accident.
MRS. APPLEYARD: Sara.
Where are you going
at this hour?
To meet someone?
I think so.
Else, why would you
set out alone in the dark?
You're afraid of the dark.
We're both afraid of the dark.
Where are they?!
Marion! McCraw! Miranda!
Stick, stock, stone dead.
Man in the mirror makes three.
Every knave
shall have his slave.
You or I must be she.
Miranda says
there are horses wild.
Miranda says
they won't let you near.
Miranda says they know
who you are.
Where is Miranda?
Do you even know?
You haven't got a clue.
Miranda didn't
tell you anything.
Yes, she did.
They made a vow.
What kind of vow?
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Horse neighs ]
[ Indistinct talking ]
TOMASETTI: Madam, if it's
a memorial you're after,
please accept our condolences.
But if it's a mantel
or a plinth,
may I be the first
to congratulate you.
[ Chuckles ]
Hester.
Ah, mantelpieces and tombstones.
[ Laughs ]
- Just stuff of life.
- Where is he?
Who's that?
I know he's behind all this.
The missing girls.
The heiress sent back
to torment me.
Ah. [ Laughs ]
You're not making any sense.
You've always been
Arthur's fart catcher.
Tell him I want to see him, now.
Yeah, no, Ar-Arthur's gone.
Uh, no, no, he, uh...
he never made it.
After you scarpered.
The surgeon took his arm off.
But it was...
Well, it was too late.
You removed the bullet.
- I saw it.
- TOMASETTI: Yeah, I did, I did.
I removed it with a, uh...
with a chisel.
Sharp as a scalpel.
But...
...he got himself infected.
You saw him?
Dead.
TOMASETTI:
Yeah, I saw it.
It was pitiful.
But...
Yeah, I saw it through.
You're telling me
my Arthur's gone?
I am, yeah.
He is.
Before I even set foot
on this dirt?
Did he say anything?
Did he ask for me?
I think he...
I think he was too busy dying.
Look, I'm going to, uh,
open a bottle of cognac.
Been waiting for an excuse.
[ Speaking French ]
I should've listened.
You did all you could.
The plain fact is, uh,
that Sara was my responsibility.
MADEMOISELLE:
You are all blind!
Look at this house.
Can't you see it's just a dream?
Why did we all believe?
This is something real.
A child.
[ Shouts in French ]
She's my child now.
We will not be parted again
until she's in the arms of God.
There were two riders.
I thought one was Arthur.
That he'd hoisted the girls.
To scare me or ruin me.
We're in the sunshine now,
darling.
Free.
Free.
Free all this time.
Tell me this.
If Arthur's dead,
then where are they?
Where are my girls?
[ Birds chirping ]
- Good?
- Yep.
[ Chuckles ]
Where does your guardian live
when he's not being a nomad?
A flat in London.
But it's not for living in.
It's for keeping
the family portraits.
And do you like him?
Yes.
He speaks to me
as if I'm clever.
As if I'm a boy with spectacles.
And Irma says his coat
smells of Guerlain.
She says he's a sophisticate,
that I should follow him
to exotic places
and ride behind him on a camel.
Because she can see
he wouldn't mind.
You know, if things
got really bad,
do you think you
could confide in him?
- Not today.
- No.
No.
[ Laughs ]
Today's our picnic.
Yes, today is going to
be stupendous.
[ Giggles ]
Happy Saint Valentine's Day.
Back to your room.
Before someone sees you.
You are a child,
and I'm your teacher.
MARION:
It's me, isn't it?
What I am.
GRETA:
Marion.
[ Speaking French ]
All right, hats on, please.
Hats on.
[ Birds chirping ]
Get down, Miss Reid.
[ Sighs ]
[ Grunts ]
Where are your gloves?
I don't need them anymore.
I know how unhappy you've been.
Your time with us
will pass quickly.
Try to make the best of it.
You girls still have each other.
That won't always be the case.
You're the one who's sad, Miss.
Not me.
We're here.
At last.
We've escaped.
Miranda.
I'm not like you.
I can't live in between.
I'd rather be dead.
IRMA:
What a vile place.
If you stopped
looking down at your feet
and looked around instead...
IRMA: I'd trip over
and break my neck.
Don't be a goose.
It feels alive.
It's primitive and untidy.
Once you've seen something
of the world, Miranda,
the great gardens and parks,
you'll understand.
There must be balance and order,
or there can be no beauty.
There is balance and order here.
Only if you're a savage.
I...
[ Rustling ]
The Fitzhubert nephew
is following us.
Imagine Mama's face
if I was to end up married.
To someone entirely suitable.
I'd like to see that.
To be happy.
Instead of chastened
and begging for forgiveness.
How furious she'd be.
Why do you have to go back?
You could stay here
with me and Marion.
That's true.
We could all live
in a suite at the Menzies.
We could ride camels.
We could sail to America.
[ Birds screeching ]
This is my idea of bliss.
If only we could stay out all
night and watch the moon rise.
And be away from that rat of
a Lumley and her spying eye.
[ Chuckles ]
Blanche says Miss Lumley only
cleans her teeth on Sundays.
For Jesus.
Who's that?
She says Sara writes
love poems in the dunny.
To Miranda.
Poor stray puss.
I hope she's all right.
IRMA: Sara reminds me of
a little deer Papa brought home.
The same big frightened eyes.
Mama said it couldn't
survive in captivity.
Did it?
IRMA: No.
It was doomed.
Doomed.
What does that mean, Irma?
IRMA:
Doomed to die, of course.
Just like you, Edith.
Little glutton.
- [ Giggles ]
- Don't, Irma.
[ Laughs ]
Come on.
I want to go back.
We have to stick together now.
Or you might get lost.
And find a skeleton
tied to a tree.
Oooh-ooh-ooh!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Echoing ] Wait.
I am doomed.
Tummy hurts.
IRMA:
They look like ants.
Whatever can they be doing?
- Are you alive?
- Miranda!
So many ants.
Why is it so hot?
Do we have to go
to the very top?
Yes.
For the vow to work.
We should make a vow.
A sacred vow.
To our secret selves.
[ Gasps ]
[ Irma shudders ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Echoing in distance ]
Miranda?!
GRETA: Wait.
[ Wind whistling ]
Miranda?
Miranda?
Miranda?
[ Echoing ] Miranda?
MARION:
Do we have to say it out loud?
MIRANDA:
Never surrender.
[ Exhales ]
Aah!
This isn't a game.
Scaredy-cat from Ballarat.
Went to school
and got the strap!
You're mad.
Stop it, Miri!
[ Footsteps ]
Who is that?
A vow.
What vow?
A new beginning or an end?
Darkness spreads.
It gets everywhere.
It was her.
All along.
The widow.
Why, Mrs. Appleyard.
You're she.
[ Birds chirping ]
My brothers get to
swim here every day.
They're so lucky.
There are horses
that won't be tamed.
I saw a wild brumby once
being rounded up.
He was beautiful.
He refused to get caught.
He just ran and ran...
and ran straight off
the escarpment.
Did he gallop through the air?
No, silly.
He crashed to his death.
[ Horse neighs ]
It's all right.
He was free.
Like us.
Right now.
[ Indistinct talking ]
Oi! Boots!
- Hello, love.
- Hi, Mom.
MR. REID: Hey, it's not
all about speed, boys.
MAN: Hey, it's not luck
if it happens every time.
MAN #2: I'm waiting for lunch.
I'm starving.
- MRS. REID: We're having stew.
- MR. REID: All right, all right.
- Sit down for dinner.
- MRS. REID: Come on.
- Go and sit down.
- MR. REID: That's it.
Where's its mother?
He probably shot her
for dog meat.
Well, that ain't for that.
What is wrong with you lately?
- Nothing's wrong with me.
- [ Scoffs ]
[ Birds squawking ]
I want to take him
back to school with me.
[ Knock on door, door opens ]
Get out there!
Do you know how expensive
those corsets are?
I'm not going back.
You girls are lucky.
MR. REID:
To be going to school at all.
MRS. REID:
Sara's had a lovely visit.
Don't you dare go spoiling
her last night.
Sorry.
[ Birds squawking ]
Show her your hand.
She won't make you
go back to school.
No.
That would be weak.
MRS. REID:
You need an education.
So you can marry up.
[ Gasping ]
[ Chirping ]
Repeat after me.
I'll see you next Christmas.
I'll see you next Christmas.
It's a promise, then.
We're sisters now.
Safe trip.
Now, you listen to me.
You're strong.
You're stronger
than your brothers.
This school's nothing
you can't handle.
I belong here.
No, you don't, love.
You just don't know it yet,
that's all.
This isn't a place for ladies.
Go on.
There you go.
[ Ticking ]
[ Screaming ]
- [ Banging ]
- Miss Quade!
Miss Leopold!
Miss Leopold!
We're here!
- Please come through.
- Thank you.
I am so sorry to wake you up.
No, no worries.
He went to Melbourne.
He was supposed to be back
last night, but...
He's probably just tying one on
with the boys
from Russell Street.
I can wait alone,
if you want to go back to bed.
Please, no.
I can't sleep anyway.
Moi non plus.
Mrs. Valange,
our former drawing mistress...
Mm, I know Mrs. Valange.
Husband ran off.
Left her high and dry.
Oui.
She said that after
a calamity...
...the people who remain
dream each other's dreams.
Why are you dressed
at this hour?
DORA:
The place is a pigsty.
Well, you were supposed to
come over on your half days.
But you got too important.
I'm sorting out this mess.
And then I am going home
first thing.
[ Chuckles ] That palace of
allurements is not your home.
This is where you belong.
When did you last read
the Good Book, brother mine?
I am the Good Book!
Wha...
Why are you poking around
in my suitcase, Reg?
- What's this?
- DORA: I don't know what it is.
I found it in Miss McCraw's
treasure box, Reg.
And I'm keeping it safe for her.
Until she comes back.
REG:
They've led you astray.
No. No, I think you're
the one with the dirty mind.
Tell me what it is.
It's the devil's crucifix!
- No.
- Stay out.
No, don't, Reg.
It is driftwood.
It's from her home.
I'm keeping it safe
till she comes back!
No!
I should never
have listened to you.
I should have gone
to that picnic.
I should've gone!
Then I would have made sure
none of this ever happened.
Hand of God.
Reg.
Have you been
to the Hanging Rock?
I have.
I have, indeed.
Did you do something
to those girls, I wonder?
No. You couldn't have
done anything!
They'd be much too strong
for you!
- Quiet!
- [ Grunts ] No!
Oh, now look what you've done.
Reg! Reg!
Stamp it out, Dora.
Kick it out with your feet.
DORA: Stop.
It's burning!
Reg! No!
[ Screams ]
- Save us, Lord!
- Fire.
DORA:
No! Help us, please!
Reg!
[ Screaming ]
[ Coughing ]
He's never seen
a burned body before.
This bloody place.
It's unraveled my mind.
I know less than I did
on the day they went missing.
JOE:
You white fellas.
He's been here long time.
This Rock.
We been here long time.
You, you only been here
this once.
Long time, many time,
you can know this Rock.
So tell me what
he's saying, then.
This Rock.
They up there?
You know where they are?
You reckon I'd leave 'em there?
No. Of course not.
This Rock, he got no time.
Sarge, you go home now.
[ Groans, screams ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
I'll find you!
And I'll gut you!
Like a sow!
[ Indistinct talking ]
[ Horse snorts ]
MAN:
Appleyard hand soap.
Appleyard hand soap.
Here, ma'am.
Try some Appleyard hand soap.
Fourpence a tin.
Appleyard hand soap.
Doing absolute wonders
on your hands.
Try it once, you'll be buying it
for your skin.
Skin nice and soft.
Appleyard hand soap.
Made here by Mrs. Appleyard.
[ Wind whistling ]
[ Echoed laughter ]
MARION: Tell us about
the bushrangers again,
- Mr. Whitehead.
- Hm?
MARION: If they had secret lairs
on the Hanging Rock,
they must have had
escape routes, as well.
In the old days, you had to
go right past the Rock
in order to get
from the gold fields
to the Royal Treasury
in Melbourne.
Well, those bushrangers
were waiting.
And they were cruel men.
Whoa.
And they'd hang
their victims from trees,
just bleeding there
for the wild dogs.
[ Groans ]
They were eaten alive?
MR. WHITEHEAD: Mm-hmm.
My brother and I,
the two of us, we...
We found a man's ribs
hanging from a sapling.
So you've been there?
The Hanging Rock?
Leave Sara alone.
Or I'll tell everyone you got
your name off a soap tin.
Gossip's like a wildfire.
Once it gets started...
Christ!
You frightened me.
Mr. Whitehead, are you unwell?
Go away.
[ Dog barking, bell ringing ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Horse neighs ]
Hyah!
Sergeant. Sergeant!
Proof for you
to hold in your hand.
Sara's suitcase was hidden
under Mrs. Appleyard's bed.
Where have you been?
We were up all night.
- Are you drunk?
- No, love.
We've been at the fire
all night.
There's been a tragedy.
The Lumleys.
Both gone.
- MADEMOISELLE: Oh, mon dieu!
- Mademoiselle de Poitiers?
- Mr. Cosgrove?
- Bonjour!
I thought it was you.
I've been reading about
the college mystery.
You must tell me everything.
This is Sara's guardian.
[ Scoffs ] I'm ashamed to admit
that I forgot all about Easter.
Most un-Christian.
Uh, in my defense,
my secretary, poor chap,
is in the throes
of a malarial fever,
and without him, I'm as much use
as an upturned tortoise.
Go.
Go!
MRS. APPLEYARD:
This stops now.
MR. WHITEHEAD: My brother lies
in a nameless grave.
With the sinners
for all eternity.
May God forgive him.
He took his own life.
You think that's what Sara did?
Well, she deserves
a proper burial.
Better to say... she fell.
[ Stammering ]
That there was an accident.
That's right, Mr. Whitehead.
It was an accident.
I told the wrong lie.
[ Horse neighs ]
Where's Mrs. Appleyard?
Uh...
[ Stammers ]
There's been an accident.
MRS. APPLEYARD: Sara.
Where are you going
at this hour?
To meet someone?
I think so.
Else, why would you
set out alone in the dark?
You're afraid of the dark.
We're both afraid of the dark.
Where are they?!
Marion! McCraw! Miranda!
Stick, stock, stone dead.
Man in the mirror makes three.
Every knave
shall have his slave.
You or I must be she.
Miranda says
there are horses wild.
Miranda says
they won't let you near.
Miranda says they know
who you are.
Where is Miranda?
Do you even know?
You haven't got a clue.
Miranda didn't
tell you anything.
Yes, she did.
They made a vow.
What kind of vow?
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Horse neighs ]
[ Indistinct talking ]
TOMASETTI: Madam, if it's
a memorial you're after,
please accept our condolences.
But if it's a mantel
or a plinth,
may I be the first
to congratulate you.
[ Chuckles ]
Hester.
Ah, mantelpieces and tombstones.
[ Laughs ]
- Just stuff of life.
- Where is he?
Who's that?
I know he's behind all this.
The missing girls.
The heiress sent back
to torment me.
Ah. [ Laughs ]
You're not making any sense.
You've always been
Arthur's fart catcher.
Tell him I want to see him, now.
Yeah, no, Ar-Arthur's gone.
Uh, no, no, he, uh...
he never made it.
After you scarpered.
The surgeon took his arm off.
But it was...
Well, it was too late.
You removed the bullet.
- I saw it.
- TOMASETTI: Yeah, I did, I did.
I removed it with a, uh...
with a chisel.
Sharp as a scalpel.
But...
...he got himself infected.
You saw him?
Dead.
TOMASETTI:
Yeah, I saw it.
It was pitiful.
But...
Yeah, I saw it through.
You're telling me
my Arthur's gone?
I am, yeah.
He is.
Before I even set foot
on this dirt?
Did he say anything?
Did he ask for me?
I think he...
I think he was too busy dying.
Look, I'm going to, uh,
open a bottle of cognac.
Been waiting for an excuse.
[ Speaking French ]
I should've listened.
You did all you could.
The plain fact is, uh,
that Sara was my responsibility.
MADEMOISELLE:
You are all blind!
Look at this house.
Can't you see it's just a dream?
Why did we all believe?
This is something real.
A child.
[ Shouts in French ]
She's my child now.
We will not be parted again
until she's in the arms of God.
There were two riders.
I thought one was Arthur.
That he'd hoisted the girls.
To scare me or ruin me.
We're in the sunshine now,
darling.
Free.
Free.
Free all this time.
Tell me this.
If Arthur's dead,
then where are they?
Where are my girls?
[ Birds chirping ]
- Good?
- Yep.
[ Chuckles ]
Where does your guardian live
when he's not being a nomad?
A flat in London.
But it's not for living in.
It's for keeping
the family portraits.
And do you like him?
Yes.
He speaks to me
as if I'm clever.
As if I'm a boy with spectacles.
And Irma says his coat
smells of Guerlain.
She says he's a sophisticate,
that I should follow him
to exotic places
and ride behind him on a camel.
Because she can see
he wouldn't mind.
You know, if things
got really bad,
do you think you
could confide in him?
- Not today.
- No.
No.
[ Laughs ]
Today's our picnic.
Yes, today is going to
be stupendous.
[ Giggles ]
Happy Saint Valentine's Day.
Back to your room.
Before someone sees you.
You are a child,
and I'm your teacher.
MARION:
It's me, isn't it?
What I am.
GRETA:
Marion.
[ Speaking French ]
All right, hats on, please.
Hats on.
[ Birds chirping ]
Get down, Miss Reid.
[ Sighs ]
[ Grunts ]
Where are your gloves?
I don't need them anymore.
I know how unhappy you've been.
Your time with us
will pass quickly.
Try to make the best of it.
You girls still have each other.
That won't always be the case.
You're the one who's sad, Miss.
Not me.
We're here.
At last.
We've escaped.
Miranda.
I'm not like you.
I can't live in between.
I'd rather be dead.
IRMA:
What a vile place.
If you stopped
looking down at your feet
and looked around instead...
IRMA: I'd trip over
and break my neck.
Don't be a goose.
It feels alive.
It's primitive and untidy.
Once you've seen something
of the world, Miranda,
the great gardens and parks,
you'll understand.
There must be balance and order,
or there can be no beauty.
There is balance and order here.
Only if you're a savage.
I...
[ Rustling ]
The Fitzhubert nephew
is following us.
Imagine Mama's face
if I was to end up married.
To someone entirely suitable.
I'd like to see that.
To be happy.
Instead of chastened
and begging for forgiveness.
How furious she'd be.
Why do you have to go back?
You could stay here
with me and Marion.
That's true.
We could all live
in a suite at the Menzies.
We could ride camels.
We could sail to America.
[ Birds screeching ]
This is my idea of bliss.
If only we could stay out all
night and watch the moon rise.
And be away from that rat of
a Lumley and her spying eye.
[ Chuckles ]
Blanche says Miss Lumley only
cleans her teeth on Sundays.
For Jesus.
Who's that?
She says Sara writes
love poems in the dunny.
To Miranda.
Poor stray puss.
I hope she's all right.
IRMA: Sara reminds me of
a little deer Papa brought home.
The same big frightened eyes.
Mama said it couldn't
survive in captivity.
Did it?
IRMA: No.
It was doomed.
Doomed.
What does that mean, Irma?
IRMA:
Doomed to die, of course.
Just like you, Edith.
Little glutton.
- [ Giggles ]
- Don't, Irma.
[ Laughs ]
Come on.
I want to go back.
We have to stick together now.
Or you might get lost.
And find a skeleton
tied to a tree.
Oooh-ooh-ooh!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Echoing ] Wait.
I am doomed.
Tummy hurts.
IRMA:
They look like ants.
Whatever can they be doing?
- Are you alive?
- Miranda!
So many ants.
Why is it so hot?
Do we have to go
to the very top?
Yes.
For the vow to work.
We should make a vow.
A sacred vow.
To our secret selves.
[ Gasps ]
[ Irma shudders ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Echoing in distance ]
Miranda?!
GRETA: Wait.
[ Wind whistling ]
Miranda?
Miranda?
Miranda?
[ Echoing ] Miranda?
MARION:
Do we have to say it out loud?
MIRANDA:
Never surrender.
[ Exhales ]
Aah!
This isn't a game.
Scaredy-cat from Ballarat.
Went to school
and got the strap!
You're mad.
Stop it, Miri!
[ Footsteps ]
Who is that?
A vow.
What vow?
A new beginning or an end?
Darkness spreads.
It gets everywhere.
It was her.
All along.
The widow.
Why, Mrs. Appleyard.
You're she.