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You will make yourself dizzy,
Irma.

That must be the nephew
from London.

He is the one.

Il est le d�sir de mon coeur.

A woman can see
everything necessary

in the wink of an eye.

Irma!

Irma!

Come on.

Whoopsie-daisy, Maisy!

You don't even want him.

You're simply amusing yourself

without thinking
of anyone else's feelings.

Une vraie petite salope.

So, Miranda sat on a dead tree?

Yes.

A dead tree.

To take off her shoes.

She's a tomboy, I'm afraid.

Uh, what happened to your shoes?

I think perhaps we should wait,
Sergeant, hmm?

We can't afford to wait.

Do you remember where you walked
after that?

We didn't walk.

We climbed.

Up.

L-Left or right?

I get them muddled.

That way.

Left, then.

I remember a ledge.

We could see the picnic below.

I've never been up so high.

Of course, one has visited
the Alps,

but this was different.

It frightened me.

Why?

Picnickers were so tiny.

Marion said..."As flies to
wanton boys are we to the gods.

So you girls were still
together?

Yes.

Then I saw...

...someone.

Who?

I thought I did,
and then I-I, um...

I don't know.

I fell asleep.

Edith wasn't feeling well.

Is that why you were frightened,
because you saw someone?

No.

I told you...
Edith wasn't feeling well.

She was sniveling.
She had a tummy ache.

I said she should eat less.

A lady must never eat her fill.

Edith always has seconds,
which is unheard of.

Mrs. Appleyard should
discourage it, but she doesn't.

Did you see
anyone else up on the Rock?

- I can't think.
- Try, Miss Leopold.

It's important.

I need to speak to Miranda.

What you need is rest.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Spoon, please.

Where is she?

More broth?

What day is it?

A nice, big spoonful of sleep.

No broken bones, no bruises,
no scratches.

If it wasn't
for the dehydration,

I'd say she spent
the last nine days indoors.

Do you think she's lying?

No. I'm saying it's a miracle.

Well, will she ever remember?

Scrambled eggs
cannot be unscrambled.

As a man of science,

if you were to surmise,
where are the others?

Waiting to be found...
in a cave, perhaps.

Maybe they saw her fall
and panicked.

I'll get back out there.

The odds aren't good, Bumpher.

If one survived,
why not the others?

Mike.

Doctor.

Why'd you go back out there,
sir?

You feel somehow responsible?

Don't you?

By the way,
one of the maids told me

that when they were disposing
of Miss Leopold's clothing,

there was no corset.

Well, let's
keep that between ourselves.

Had enough scandal already.

Even the foreign newspapers
are in a tizzy.

Girls, it is my great pleasure
to inform you

that your friend Miss
Irma Leopold has been found

and is safe and well.

She is recuperating
at the Fitzhubert residence.

You may spend the next hour
as you wish.

Indoors until those
wretched newshounds decamp.

Where are the others?!
I want to speak to Irma!

Leave her to me.

I need to speak to Irma!

Your heiress is intact.

Are you certain?

Yes.
Absolutely.

And?

Same story as Edith Horton.

They climbed, stopped to rest.

That's all she remembers.

Do you believe her?

The brain is a delicate
mechanism, not unlike a clock.

It may stop in unusual
or extreme conditions

- and never return.
- Is that a "yes"?

I don't know.

Not necessarily.

Could she have been taken
elsewhere

and then returned to the Rock?

Pay no attention to rumors,
Hester.

This is a strange business.

You need a man to protect you,
Hester.

Why don't I bunk
in Whitehead's cottage

until things settle down?

No.
People would talk.

Well, let them.

I'm not suggesting
that you relax your standards,

but we're a long way
from Buckingham Palace.

Do you know I laughed
the first time I saw this house?

A wall.

Like a parasol in a blizzard.

How can a wall protect us
from what's out there?

But it does.

It does, fortified by...

...by standards and values.

One brick holds up the next.

So it is with the edicts
of society.

If you and I were to do
as we both would want...

...the spell would break
and it would all fall down.

The wall has already
been breached.

Not yet.

Not yet, Aiden.

My college will survive.

I'll fetch the sergeant.

No. This needs to be quarantined
or it will spread.

Mischief.

Mischief, Tom.

Take it down.

Mischief.

Arthur.

Oh.
Votre du visage.

Comme vous êtes belle.

I brought you
some of your favorite clothes.

This belongs
to the colonel's wife.

Have you heard from Mama?

Well, there has come
a telegraph... from your father.

He forbids you to return to us.

You are to sail home
into his care.

I'm sorry.

Et ma mère?

Well, she and your stepfather
are still in South America.

They may not have seen
the newspapers,

and we have not corresponded
with all the parents yet.

You know, when you were found...

...we hoped the others
might also be alive and well.

Even if you telegraphed her,
she wouldn't come.

She's chosen him.

You are mistaken.

A mother always loves
her children best.

That's simply not true.

She always believes him.

Who?
Your stepfather?

She never believes me.

Anyway, it doesn't matter now,
not after what has happened.

Tell me.
Please.

He is here.

He found me.

He saved my life.

I intend to marry him.

The honorable
Michael Fitzhubert.

But, Irma, what happened?

What happened at the picnic?

Where are the others?

I can't.

Pour l'amour de te veut du vais
vous rappeler!

When I try to remember,

it's as if ants
are swarming inside my head.

Dr. Mack says I have to rest.

Um, thank you so much
for visiting.

I will sit with you.

No.
I... want to sleep.

You may go now.

Please.

...upon my wretched knees,

I am now and forever
your servant.

Scotland...

...and these wee spots
are the Outer Hebrides.

What a long way you've traveled.

Were you afraid of leaving home?

I was more afraid of staying.

How far is it?

I thought it would be
far enough.

I thought it would be
a new world.

Instead, you've ended up
in a mad museum.

Hm.

How long would it take you,
traveling at 18 knots,

to travel 10,900 miles?

Um...

Well, um...

uh, 18 knots is approximately
20.5 miles per hour...

You'll never guess what I
found in Miss McCraw's room.

Haven't even shown
Mrs. Appleyard yet.

Unnatural vice.

They're all so happy about
the Rothschild being found,

the Jewess,
the enemy of our Lord...

Oh, this is extraordinary.

Inverts.

Rubbing.
Tribadism.

Reg, it's mine.

Well, what's mine is mine
and what's yours is ours.

- Just like Father!
- Don't you...

All right.

All right.

But if I may...
show it to Mrs. Appleyard first?

Never deliver bad news, Dora.

People always shoot
the messenger.

Number of times
I've been blamed.

Stay vigilant, sister mine.

Let me have him, Miri.

I don't want him.

Then why flirt?

I wasn't.

Imagine Mama's face

if I was turned 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.

I'll be in your debt forever.

It was all Albert.

He climbed down the Rock
to get you, and...

He's a champion.

But you found me.

Your aunt told me you searched
through the night.

I kept seeing you all jump
over the creek.

You all looked so happy.

Except the young one, of course.

Miranda looked as
if she might take wind.

I'm sorry.

God.
I'm hopeless.

I talk about you all
as if we were introduced.

I don't mind.

I feel as if we know each other,
too.

Please, call me Irma.

Mike.

The Hanging Rock
is always in my thoughts.

As in mine.

Mike, no one's let me see
the newspapers.

How many days ago
was the picnic?

How long was I at the Rock?

Come along.

You don't want to say.

Was I really gone for nine days?

I thought I must have misheard.

I'm afraid so.

I don't remember it.

But there's nothing wrong
with my mind.

I remember everything else.

Quite clearly.

I am gonna start a file
for crackpots,

a file for loonies,
and a file for bored pests.

Reginald Lumley.

I'm the brother
of Junior Governess Dora Lumley.

Where have I seen you before?

I am an agent
of the Mutual Friendly Society.

Wherever there may be hardship
in our region,

there you will find me.

That's it.
After the fires.

How can I help you?

You can tell me
what's being done.

I know when there's girls
together, there is trouble.

And there's girls at Appleyard

who are no better
than they should be.

Constable Wilkins,
would you take a statement

from Mr. Lumley?

And be sure to file it
in the appropriate place.

A letter from the missing
teacher's father.

He's a minister of religion
in the Outer Hebrides.

Might you be interested?

Oh.

Come on.
I'll fetch an umbrella.

Miss Leopold.

- Miss Leopold!
- Go.

- How much was the ransom?
- Who let you onto this property?

Where are your friends,
Miss Leopold?

Where are your friends?!

You're hiding something!

You lost, Miss?

Well, mind your shoes.

Albert, isn't it?

You carried me
down the mountain.

You must be terribly strong.

You weigh less
than a sack of feed.

I'm in your debt.

If only I could bestow
three wishes.

It was all Mike, Miss.

He never gave up.

You know, which goes to show

you can never judge a bloke
by his boots.

He's the genuine article,
you ask me.

It was Mike who risked his neck.

You mean Mr. Fitzhubert?

Uh, yeah.
That's right.

I've already thanked him.

You don't think I'm worth it,
do you?

You all wish Miranda
had been found instead.

No. No.

No.
Miss, wait.

Who's there?

Miranda!

Why is it so dark?

Where does this lead?

Someone's following.

Shh.

I have nightmares, too,
about the Rock.

Don't have too much of that.

My mother gets headaches.

She can't do without it.

Shh.

Marion's.

- Mm.
- Marion's legs are the nicest.

Oh!

What is wrong with my legs?

Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Mine are too short.

Yeah.

Wrists?

Miranda comes first for hair.

- And eyes.
- And eyes.

Stop it.

But I have the best nose.

All right, ladies.

Bosom.

- God, you win.
- You win. Please.

Please.

Lips?

You're scared.

I am not.

I think I'm well enough
to go home.

To my own room.

Good. I can have the whole bed
to myself.

I'm not scared.

When a horse is being broken,
the men always say,

"He's afraid of the saddle."

He's not.
He just doesn't want it.

You're a young lady,
not a horse.

You know who you remind me of
sometimes?

Mrs. Appleyard.

You're right.

The journalists
have cleared off.

Oh, why, yes, ma'am.
Ah.

To Lake View, no doubt.
Good.

Morning!

You ripped a bloody hole, Rick!

Are you sozzled?

Do you know how long
I've been waiting?

Ta-da!

What happened?

It's just his shoulder.
I've seen worse.

I took the bullet out.

With a fucking chisel.

The ship leaves tomorrow.

No.
The voyage would do me in.

- I thought you got away clean.
- Never mind that now.

Give our friend something
for his troubles, hmm?

I haven't got the money with me.

Oh, never mind, Arthur.

You thieving bastard.

I came out my mother's cunt
holding my father's gold watch.

Bon voyage, Hester.

We can't stay.
It's not safe.

Idiot!

I'll find you!

Yeah, you do that.

I'll go on ahead,
and you come and find me, yeah?

I'll find you...
and I'll gut you like a sow!

One moment.

Come.

Sergeant Bumpher, ma'am.

Thank you.

Mrs. Appleyard.

I need to ask you something...
sensitive.

I hope you haven't
been listening to rumors.

People in the colony can be
very envious when one succeeds.

What rumors?

Did you know... that Miss McCraw
had a-a history of, um...

Of what?

Heated behavior
towards other women.

Are you suggesting Greta McCraw
was a sapphist?

I've seen evidence.

What evidence?

Greta McCraw was extremely
grateful for her position here.

She was a fine teacher,

and my trust in her
was never misplaced.

Then where is she?

How much do you actually know
these teachers?

Mrs. Valange, for example.
Local lass.

Her husband ran off
with someone else's wife.

Left her in the lurch.
Were you aware of that?

Yes.

Again, very grateful
for her position.

These women are extremely loyal.

And the...
the French lady who, uh,

let the girls wander off
into the bush unsupervised.

Obviously, she was desperate
and inexperienced as well

when you hired her.

Sergeant, what are you
getting at?

Well, this isn't England, ma'am.

There is an epidemic
of forged references.

Forged references?

I'm afraid the world is not
all fancy carpets and curtains.

Appearances can be deceptive.

There is no need
for deception here.

This is a college
for young ladies.

Mm-hmm.

Miss Irma Leopold.
I need to talk to her again.

They're keeping her hidden away.

That mob up at Lake View
think they own the bloody world.

England does own the world.

Well, my wife, uh,

my wife reckons you can't own
what you don't understand.

She reckons that's the trouble
with marriage.

Sergeant, is there anything else
that I can do for you?

Yes, there is.

Could you convince
the Fitzhuberts

to allow me to interview
the girl again?

We owe it to the families
of the missing.

Yes.
Of course.

I'll see what I can do.

I will get to the bottom
of this.

I won't give up.
You can rest easy on that score.

Stick stock, stone dead,
man in the mirror makes three.

Every knave shall have
his slave.

You or I must be she.

- You're she!
- You're she!

I heard Sara
was still in quarantine.

She was just teaching me a game

that she used to play
at the orphanage.

You can return to your room.

Miss Lumley must have forgotten
all about the child.

I want to question Irma Leopold
before she leaves the colony.

But she cannot remember.

I have no wish to return
to Lake View.

She trusts you.

Invite her here.

We owe it to the families
of the missing.

You're she, Dianne.

If you could've woken up
anywhere,

where would it be?

Paris.

You?

I don't know.
Marrakech?

Paris and then Lake Lugano.

And then we could go on
to Venice.

I'd like to see Kathmandu.

Anywhere but home.

Quite.

I must look a fright.

Not at all.

I prefer a girl simple
and unspoiled.

Purity and refinement...
the Appleyard promise.

I didn't know purity
could be taught.

Some people
seem to just have it.

They're simple and honorable
even if they're not high born.

I, uh, should get ready.

For tonight.

It's lovely.

Irma, you must say au revoir
to the girls.

It would be cruel to lose you
as well, without a word.

I suppose.

I could bring Mike
and show him off.

Papa will attend the wedding,
of course.

I think not Mama.
Certainly not her new husband.

We'll honeymoon in Paris
or Kathmandu, wherever that is.

Il veut te marier?

He hasn't officially proposed.

That will be tonight.

His aunt has arranged
everything.

Oh.

No.

Mike prefers girls
who are pure and simple.

You've always been so loyal.

But... Irma, it is too precious.

Do you remember
Miranda's diamond watch?

She couldn't bear to hear it
ticking beneath her heart.

Yes.

They're all just baubles,
aren't they?

They're of no real importance.

Perhaps when you are older,

you will understand
how valuable it is.

I want you to have it.

Mike and I intend to be poor
but happy.

Do you think I should marry her?

I'm expected to propose tonight.

Well, if she went home
to London,

would you charge off
and join the Foreign Legion?

There's your answer.

My aunt believes
that it was meant to be.

That our marriage will be the
happy ending to this sad tale.

Right.

Wait.

Allow me.

Your tea, sir.

You know, in spite
of this ghastly business,

I really am so happy
I came to Australia.

Yeah.

It's a great place.

Yes. A proposal in the house.

I've told Michael
exactly how to do it.

Oh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Oh.

Don't you look charming.

Michael's as excited as we are.

So...

...you return to Melbourne
at the end of summer?

No. Early autumn.

We wait for the leaves
to color up.

The gardens here look so lovely.

Yes.

Uh, I... believe your father
breeds horses.

Race horses.

They're his hobby.

From young Mr. Fitzhubert
for Miss Leopold.

One doesn't really get
the seasons here.

Spring feels like summer.

And autumn feels like spring.

How clever.

I'd never have thought of that.

Dear Irma,

sorry I lost track of time
and missed dinner.

All the more nosh for you.

I'll be in Melbourne for
a couple of days on business.

I doubt we'll meet again.

If we don't meet again,

thank you for being so nice
to me.

I wish you all the very best.

Love from Michael Fitzhubert.

Postscript...
I forgot to mention.

I've decided I'd like to wake up
in Australia, of all places...

...starting with
North Queensland.

I plan to meet Miranda's family

and tell them
how very happy she looked

at the picnic at Hanging Rock.

A suite at the Menzies.
An ocean liner.

Home to your father
and we'll be forgotten.

I'll never forget this place.

When do you sail?

A ship is due by month's end,
barring bad weather.

You should confide in someone
before you go.

Leave your secrets here,
where they belong.

Begin anew.

I can't confide
what I don't remember.

Irma, Irma.

You're a perfect peach.

But secrets are like worms...
greedy, greedy feeders.

Imagine how disappointed
your betrothed will be

to find that perfection is
hollow and rotten on the inside.

My betrothed knows
exactly what I am.

I promised Mademoiselle
I'd say goodbye to the girls.

As you wish.

This is for your father.

I regret not being able to give
a better report of you.

But even a girl
with your prospects

should know how to spell.

You think... spelling could have
saved me from what has happened?

This is absurd.

Anything I've learned here,
I've learned from Marion.

And from Miranda.

You will be a slave
to your secrets

for the rest of your life.

You don't understand
anything.

I understand.

Believe me, I understand.

If you are drowning,
place your arms around the neck

of the girl who is rescuing you,
like so.

If you are the savior,

place your hands over her nose
and mouth like this.

Move your hand down and breathe
into your victim's mouth.

Miss?
You said "victim."

No, I did not.

Come on.

Now, here.

One breath is enough!

Look who's here.

Welcome, Irma.

Come.

Where are they, Irma?

Where's Marion?

Where's Miss McCraw?

Where's Miranda?

Where's Miranda?

What happened, Irmlette?

- Girls!
- What did you do to them?

- Who screamed?
- No. I...

Girls, stop!

- Where are they?
- Speak.

Come on, Irma!

- Tell us!
- Be honest.

- What have you done to Marion?
- Where's Miss McCraw?

Don't play games.

Tell us.
Tell us.

She cannot!
She does not know!

She knows everything!

Just look at her!
Guilty as sin!

Irma Leopold,
your people killed our Lord.

They persecuted our people!

They please not God, and they
are contrary to all men!

- You're hiding her!
- You know they're dead.

Locked in a sepulcher.

Their hair's all red and clumpy,

and their eyes have been eaten
by worms.

Irma?

Ma pauvre enfant.

Sometimes I do not understand
what is happening anymore.

But you are betrothed, yes?

No.

Tell Sara goodbye.

Tell her to remember Christmas.

Always.

Promise?

Yes.

You want to hear my confession?

Yes.

I hate Miranda.