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Pass her to me, quick.

Come on, Rose, now!

Dad, we found something in Alice and Jack's.

Dad, we need help.

When the sisters Connie and Rose finally made it home,

they knew life would never be the same again.

Their neighbors, Alice and Jack Munro,

had vanished from their rented shack, leaving their tiny baby

girl alone in her crib.

For over 50 years, police and public alike

have tried to make sense of just what had happened

to Alice and Jack Munro.

And to this day, no one has managed to solve our mystery.

Any theories?

Maybe Jack murdered Alice and then rode to the mainland.

Or Alice could have murdered Jack.

Could the baby have killed them?

I can honestly say it was not the baby.

And you know how I know?

That tiny baby was me.

My name is Enigma Munro.

Welcome to the Baby Munro mystery of Scribbly Gum Island.

In 1979, the Baby Munro case was voted the number one

unsolved mystery in Australia.

The Doughty sisters, who still live here on the island,

vowed to raise me as their own.

Note the drops of blood on the floor,

the only clue that something violent may have occurred,

the famous cot where the sisters found me, smiling,

I'm told.

Take a close look at the iconic photo of my mother,

Alice, in her white dress.

Note the marble cake the sisters

found cooling on the bench.

This one is a replica, for obvious reasons,

but we do sell the recipe in our gift shop.

Be intrigued, but please do not touch.

It's vital we preserve our historical integrity.

Where are you?

We can't sell souvenir photos if you're

not here to take them.

Enigma, it's Connie.

I'm coming.

Mum.

Mum, you need to stop crying, okay?

I mean, what would Connie say?

She-- she'd say push it down to your toes, Margie.

What are you doing?

When did it happen?

Uh, Rose found her just now.

She didn't turn up for their swim.

Has anyone called an undertaker?

I did.

Doesn't have a boat, so we're gonna have to get

her to the mainland ourselves.

We need to tell Grace.

She has a pitch today.

Fuck.

Dad, the wheelbarrow?

Really?

There's no elegant way to carry a dead weight.

Wait.

Wait.

Bugger.

Jellyfish.

We'll have to wait it out.

Found these on the dining room table.

"Sophie."

Do we know a Sophie?

♪ Down by the river ♪

♪ By the boat ♪

♪ Where everybody goes to be alone ♪

♪ Where you won't see any rising sun ♪

♪ Down to the river, we will roam ♪

♪ Oh, my god ♪

♪ I see down by the riverside ♪

Max?

Yes.

Hey, Sophie.

Hi.

Sorry, I had a deadline.

Nice to meet you, Sophie.

Oh, it's nice to meet you, too.

Sorry.

I literally could not be making a worse first impression.

I'm sorry, you're gonna have to explain

this watch thing to me.

It's this habit that I got from my mum.

The idea is that you look at the time

the moment you see your date, just in case they're the one.

Christ.

Quirky.

So you're a journalist?

More like a-- like a freelance contributor.

Yeah, the content doesn't really matter.

It's about writing headlines that make people click.

Would you have written anything I clicked on?

"Scientists say pink tulip reverses aging."

"Da Vinci was a woman, art critic claims."

Yes, read that one. Wow.

Yes?

I'm on a date with a minor celebrity.

Sorry.

Are we good?

It's happening, isn't it?

The blush.

I-- I've had it since kindergarten.

Yeah, so if you're looking for a girl

with idiopathic craniofacial erythema,

then look no further.

Sweet.

Yes.

What are you looking for, Sophie?

Marriage, kids?

My sister just had her eggs frozen.

She's 27.

Organized.

Hmm.

You wouldn't do something like that?

I'm just very family oriented.

No, that-- that's great.

I just-- I'm just gonna destroy the mood by telling

you that my parents are dead in a car accident when I was 22.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

And while we're on it, I'm challenged

in terms of account--

Look, I'm only asking about this stuff

because I think it's important we're transparent early.

I'm no sexist.

I just find women in their 30s and 40s are looking

for an expedited timeline.

They also seem to buy into a very

particular idea about love.

Which is?

That I need to be everything to them,

that I need to come in and sweep them off their feet.

I need to pee.

Part elf and part human,

Gublet is a Mr. Fix-It monster.

He caravans around with his best friend, Jubbly,

looking for adventures, and of course,

his favorite food, friands.

Each book is a special new mission

for children in a wholly unique part of our country.

So as Gublet would say, that's the end.

Goodbye.

Oh, right.

Yes.

Mum?

Shush!

Okay.

Okay.

I've been calling you all afternoon, Grace.

What is it with your generation and not answering calls?

What's happened?

Grandma Connie's passed away.

It was painless, we think, in her sleep.

Anyway, we've got a whole envelope situation back here

and a list of funeral demands.

So if you could get back home now--

Give me that.

Grace, it's Margie.

I'm so sorry, Aunt Margie!

I know, sweetheart.

She loved you so much.

How did the book thing go?

Um, yeah, they said yes.

They want three books.

Of course they do.

Well, you just take your time, okay?

I mean, rush, but don't rush.

But do.

It's okay, Aunt Margie.

I'm okay.

I'll come back.

See you soon.

Bye.

Grace, goodbye.

Bye!

You are 39 years old.

Just give him a chance.

39.

Hey, there you are.

Thought you'd done a runner.

Bill already?

Got another date or something?

Actually, I kind of do.

I'll get my drinks, of course.

How many arancini balls did you have?

Would you want to split those?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Let's-- listen, I--

I had a really great time with you tonight, and--

I think that you are wonderful.

I'm just not sure the chemistry is there.

Same.

That's what I was--

Well, good to meet you, Sophie.

Yeah.

And, uh, yeah, I hope that you find whatever

it is that you're looking for.

Dr. Kumar to emergency, please.

Dr. Kumar to emergency, please.

Hi.

Hi.

My name is Grace Tidyman.

I'm-- I'm 34 weeks pregnant.

I've been having a little bit of pain.

Are you renovating?

I can come back when it's ready.

Nice, deep breaths for me, Grace.

This is fun.

Scissors, please.

Do people find this fun?

Are you sure you don't want us to call someone?

It's a relief.

I had this cat.

They went under the house to have their kittens.

You're gonna feel some pressure now, Grace.

Mum said her grandma, Connie, found homes for them all, but--

Here he is.

He's little.

He's here?

He's here?

Why isn't he crying?

Excuse me. He should be crying.

Why?

Why isn't he crying?

Why isn't he crying?

Oh, fuck!

Oh, god.

Come on.

Sophie's here.

Hi.

Sorry.

I thought it was a Zoom catch-up.

The email subject was literally "In the flesh."

Yeah, I know.

I-- um, I slept in.

Can you give us a sec?

I had a date last night.

You been up sexting?

More like sort of crying.

I'm sorry, but I really don't see how that's an excuse.

And you've been MIA, no story, pictures.

Or if they are pictures, they're very weird.

"Hip thrusts could be making you infertile, says science."

"Is there love, actually?"

Kevin keeps asking if you're on crack.

Crack?

I don't know.

Just go to.

Are you cheating on me with another magazine?

No, no, no, no, no, I'm not.

Then how are you paying your rent, Sophie?

I haven't authorized an invoice in over six weeks.

Yeah, I know.

I just haven't been really feeling inspired.

Uh-huh.

I think it's the hormones.

I wanna hear all about that, because I

don't know if I've mentioned this,

but it's a women's magazine.

Look, I love you a lot.

You just do what you need to do so I

can start paying you again.

Yeah, I will get straight on it just

after I meet up with Thomas.

Thomas?

Don't.

Yeah.

Don't!

Sorry.

Hey.

Jesus, Thomas.

I can't believe you're still reading

those awful romance novels.

I forgot how quiet you were.

I don't want this to be awkward,

seeing as the last time I saw you, you left me at the altar.

The airport.

I left you at the airport.

And you hadn't proposed yet.

Lily's three now.

She's super smart.

Oh, yeah, I can tell, that forehead.

Yeah, takes after her mum.

People say she's an old soul.

I'll show you some more.

Oh, that's Paris, the honeymoon.

That's our deck.

Ah, there she is.

What do you want me to say, Thomas?

You won?

It's not a competition.

So what are we doing here?

Why-- why the urgent meeting?

Do you remember my Nana Connie?

Yeah, of course I remember Connie.

She died yesterday.

I-- I'm--

I'm sorry.

Yeah, thank you.

Yeah, how's your-- how's your mum and Enigma?

Busy with the funeral, you know.

Um, but the reason I wanted to see you

is because Connie left you something.

Unexpected.

Mmm.

You're really not gonna guess what it is.

A book?

Nah, a painting.

Not even warm.

I'm sorry.

I-- I don't know, Thomas. Why don't you tell me?

Her house.

Like a doll's house?

Why would she leave you a doll's house?

Why would she leave me her "house" house?

Nobody knows.

She left you her house and all the contents.

Sorry.

Yeah.

What-- what are you saying?

This-- this has gotta be some sort of mistake.

It's not a mistake. Trust me.

We checked.

She can't have left me her house.

That's-- that's ridiculous.

Hmm.

The papers are very clear.

Well, why didn't she leave it to you or Veronika or your--

what's your cousin who writes the children's books?

Grace.

Grace.

Maybe she thought you'd appreciate

it more or something.

Well, I don't have to accept the house.

I-- I don't have to take it.

I think that Connie thought you

might say something like that, so she left you this.

It looks like it's already been opened.

I don't think so.

Just read it before you decide.

Why the fuck would he tell her

before we have a proper legal strategy in place?

Sweetheart?

Well, I can't believe that even Thomas would be

this catastrophically stupid.

He probably-- he probably--

Couldn't wait to see her.

Okay.

Ran right over, simpering little turd.

Maybe they'll get back together, Thomas and Sophie.

Thomas has a wife, remember?

"Deh-bore-ah."

Yeah.

It's three syllables.

I liked Sophie, now that I come to think about it.

Everyone likes Sophie.

That is her great evil.

You shouldn't be on your feet, luv.

I know what it's like.

You just want to be with him.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I won't tell if you won't.

Doctor says he's doing really well,

and he should be out of the unit tomorrow.

Do you want a hold?

Hello there.

There.

There we are.

There we are.

That's your baby.

What have you done?

What have you done?

Actually, I've changed my mind.

Shh, shh.

That's all right.

No, Connie's spoon collection.

Leave it.

How can you be so Okay with this, Mum?

She left your son at the altar.

It was the airport.

Yeah, well, she just weaseled her way

into our family and then bailed.

It's just like you, Margie, being compassionate

and understanding.

I'm salvaging the cookbooks.

They belong to family, not Connie.

And maybe we should take just a wee little peek

at her jewelry.

Yes, the jewelry.

Shouldn't we just respect Mum's wishes?

It's all just objects.

And objects aren't that important in the end, are they?

No, wait, wait.

Those are important.

Because what you want is suddenly important.

Oh, don't be silly.

Sophie's not gonna want a box of old family photos.

Is that Thomas?

Tell him I'm gonna skewer him alive.

It's Grace.

Oh, very nice.

My mother is dead and not so much

as a text from my own daughter to say that she and Callum

wouldn't be home last night.

I even left the porch light on.

She's had the baby.

What?

It's too early.

She hasn't called me.

She says she's tired and thought it would be easier

to just let one of us know.

The baby's small, but fine.

Thank god.

Callum is on his way to meet them now.

A baby on the island.

Dear Sophie, well, my dear, today I

decided to leave you my house

and all my possessions with it.

it's an odd decision, but not, let me assure you--

This is Connie's house.

- whimsical or a senile one.

But we are in and out.

Don't get caught if she tries to make us stay for dinner.

Okay.

Perhaps you need an escape signal.

Uh.

Well, I-- I could tug my ear.

Or scratch your neck.

Or have a fit, start frothing at the mouth.

That could work.

Sophie--

I don't really know you from a bar of soap.

Connie.

There was something about you and your reaction

to the island.

I've heard great things about you.

And I just-- I love the island so much,

the whole Baby Munro story.

Oh, but it's not a story.

It's the truth.

These are my cabbages.

Aren't they beautiful?

Wow.

Look at them.

The reason I fell in love with my husband Billy

was his innate capacity for joy.

Thank you.

It didn't matter what life threw at him.

I love it here.

That man could be happy in a way the rest of us

never have been.

Come with me

We're not be presumptuous, but the island has a long history

of welcoming lost souls--

- and giving shelter to orphans.

My family may tell you I'm a terrible meddler.

Some may behave like vultures when they realize I've left

my all to a relative stranger.

But I need someone joyful in my house and on the island.

I have a feeling we'll need it now more than ever.

I have to get to my grandmother's funeral.

Every hour on the hour.

Gotta get those girls working.

Can't be ladies of leisure.

Fuck.

I pressed your suit.

We haven't seen a whale in a while.

Remember we had that spring where the calves kept visiting?

What made you think of that?

I don't know, actually.

Funny old bird, your mum.

Did you have an inkling she was going

to leave the house to Sophie?

Not at all.

I think we should fight it.

Mum, boots?

By the door!

I mean, with Connie gone and the money from the house,

we could all have a fresh start somewhere else.

What about the business and poor Rose?

I don't think she's handling this very well.

Of course.

Right you are.

My slacks?

In the shoe bucket!

Hello?

Ooh.

Soph, run for your life, mate.

Nigel tried to do the "Women's Weekly" dump truck cake.

Disaster.

And this dickhead wouldn't put his pants back on.

Did she hate or family or something?

'Cause this seems like a spectacular fuck-you.

Oh, no, I don't think so.

Then what the hell did you do?

That's the thing.

I have no idea.

We bonded when I met her.

I think what's important here is actually the PS.

"I believe there is one young man who will capture your heart

when you come to the island.

I won't say anything more, but I feel

as though it may be fate."

I mean, Sophie, you are a watch-checking,

romance novel-reading freak.

This dead woman is literally handing you your fairy tale.

Oh, fuck!

Shit.

I'm so sorry.

I did-- you came out of nowhere.

Oh, god.

Are you okay? - I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I think--

No, look--

I think we know each other.

No, look-- no, no, no.

I'm fine.

That's was my bad.

I'm-- I'm running late.

- Okay, yeah, me too. - Okay, are you okay?

No, I'm fine. Are you okay?

I'm fine.

All right.

Connie Doughty was an exemplar

of the Christian beliefs we all aspire to uphold.

Bullshit.

She was thoroughly respected and admired

throughout her community.

Through God's eyes, Connie was a woman revered by those

fortunate to be in her life.

She was an unimpeachable paragon of virtue.

Ah, bullshit, Patrick!

Um, perhaps it's best if I do this part.

Is that-- thank you, Father Norris.

Thank you very much.

Oh.

Connie wasn't a saint.

I think we can all agree on that.

She could be quite bullying, actually.

She was a formidable businesswoman who always

liked to do things her way.

And sometimes that turned out well.

And quite frankly, I'm a living example of that.

Oh, my goodness.

Look who's just arrived.

I'm sure most of you would know my daughter, Grace.

Hey.

She's just had a baby by cesarean section.

I needed to say goodbye.

Is he okay?

Yeah, he's doing okay.

Is she okay?

I don't know.

You're upstaging me, darling.

Anyway, as I was saying, Connie was a force.

And we all loved her very much for it.

Well, maybe now we-- we might sing the song that she

requested for the service.

"]

♪ In a little while from now ♪

♪ If I'm not feeling any less sour ♪

♪ I promise myself to treat myself ♪

♪ And visit a nearby tower ♪

♪ And climbing to the top ♪

♪ Will throw myself off ♪

♪ In an effort to make it clear to whoever ♪

♪ What it's like when you're shattered ♪

Hi.

Hi, Veronika.

I'm sorry about your Nan.

Well, you will be when we get lawyered up.

So what'd you do, charm the pants off of her?

I'm not really that charming.

You're not welcome here.

Hi, Sophie. Thank you for coming.

Hey.

Thomas is-- is very happy now.

And of course you're welcome.

Thank you, Margie.

This is very strange for me, too.

Yeah.

Yes, she's right here.

Hold on.

Hey, it's the hospital.

They said you didn't tell them you were leaving?

Of course I did.

Let me talk to them.

Hello, this is Grace.

No, there must be some mistake.

Um, well--

- Hey. - Hi.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Hey, so sorry about before.

Hey, do I--

have we--

Yes, you do.

Yes, we did, Callum.

Yeah, Thailand.

Right.

It was a million years ago.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

But you were Sophia.

Pretentious phase.

And the hair.

Yeah.

There's no need to say anything.

I won't say anything.

Yeah.

Yeah, good.

All right.

Bye.

Do you know where we're going?

Excuse me, Rose.

Hi.

Sophie.

I just wanted to say hello and--

and goodbye.

I'm so sorry about Connie.

Walk with me.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Did Connie ever mention to you why?

I'm just struggling to understand it.

It's exactly like my sister to die

and still think she knows what's best for everyone.

Always did.

She didn't tell me she was giving you the house.

She didn't tell me she was gonna die.

Connie just went ahead and did it.

She could will her heart stop beating, and it would listen.

Come to the island if living there

is what would make you happy.

We could use some fresh blood, that's for sure.

Don't do it for Connie.

She's not God.

She just very much wanted to be.

I saw the light on.

Can I join you?

Of course.

Oh, wow.

That's so pretty.

My Billy had a passion for storms.

What was he like, your Billy?

What a lovely thing to be asked?

Enigma wondered the other day why

I looked so grumpy, as if I should be done

with all the grief by now.

I don't think you're ever really done with it.

My Billy liked to pat me on the bum.

That man couldn't resist a pat, even in public.

He would drive me crazy.

And the other day, I found myself patting it.

Thought, Christ, Connie, you've lost it now.

Will you say yes?

He's gonna ask you to marry him.

No, I don't--

I don't think he will.

And if he does?

I want a family.

I'll be 31 in May.

Ancient.

Don't marry him because you want a family.

Make up your own story, same way I did.

Write whatever ending you want.

I thought you said it wasn't a story.

Come on.

It's here.

Woo!

Do you think he looks like an Oliver?

Ollie?

Yeah.

Hey, mate.

Hey, my boy.

The problem is, there's not one angle on the Baby

Munro mystery that hasn't been covered

several thousand times.

But a batty old lady leaving her island to her grandson's

ex who jilted him at the altar--

It was the airport.

And it's not the whole island.

That story is clickable.

Give me 500 words on that, Sophie.

And I'll pay you tomorrow.

♪ Out in the garden where we planted the seeds ♪

♪ There is a tree that's as old as me ♪

♪ Branches were sewn by the color of green ♪

♪ Ground had arose and passed its knees ♪

♪ By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top ♪

♪ I climbed the tree to see the world ♪

♪ When the gusts came around to blow me down ♪

♪ Held on as tightly as you held on me ♪

Thanks.

♪ Held on as tightly as you held on me ♪

♪ And I built a home ♪

♪ For you, for me ♪

♪ Until it disappeared ♪

♪ From me, from you ♪

♪ And now, it's time ♪

♪ To leave and turn to dust ♪