All language subtitles for Picnic.at.Hanging.Rock.1975.Theatrical.Cut.BDRip.eng

What we see...

...and what we seem...

...are but a dream.

A dream within a dream.

(SLOW, ETHEREAL
ROMANIAN PANPIPE MUSIC)

"Meet me, love, when day is ending."

"I love thee for thy highborn grace,

"Thy deep and lustrous eye,

"For the sweet meaning of thy brow,

"and for thy bearing so high."

Six

and seven...

...and eight

and nine

and ten

and eleven.

"I love thee

"Not because thou art fair,

"Softer than down, smoother than air,

"Nor for the cupids that do lie

"In either corner of thine eye.

"Wouldst thou then know
what it might be?

"'Tis I love thee
'cause thou lov'st me."

Tighter.

Is that tight enough?

Not too tight.

(PANPIPE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SPEECH INAUDIBLE)

(MUSIC FADES)

♪ See the little horse,

♪ My little horse,

♪ Trotting down the paddock
On his fine white feet

♪ Black horse, white horse,

♪ Brown horse, grey

♪ Trotting down the paddock
On a bright, sunny day. ♪

Someday, Sara, you shall have to
come home with me to the station.

To Queensland.

And meet my sweet, funny family
for yourself.

Would you like that?

(MOUTHS WORDS)

You must learn to love...

someone else apart from me, Sara.

I won't be here much longer.

What do you think?

Miranda, somebody had the nerve to send
Miss McCraw a card on squared paper

covered with tiny sums.

(CHATTING)

Happy Valentine's, Mam'selle.

(SPEECH INAUDIBLE)

(GIRLS STILL CHATTING)

Girls! Girls!

Unless you all deport yourselves
with rather more grace

and considerably less noise,

Mrs Appleyard will see to it that
none of you go to Hanging Rock today.

Bonjour, Miss Lumley.

Good morning, Mademoiselle de Poitiers.

I believe Mrs Appleyard has decided
you're not to go on the picnic, Sara.

That makes two of us.

Off you go!

To St Valentine!

- (CHEERING)
- Shh!

(QUIET CHATTER)

Miranda?

Settle down, please.

Backs straight.

Into position. Hurry up!

♪ Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez vous... ♪

(CLOCK TICKING)
(SINGING CAN BE HEARD)

Going to have to do that for us today.

Tais-toi, Irma.
Miss McCraw vient d'arriver.

- (WHISPERS) She wants algebra today.
- Today?

(WHISPERING)

(BELL RINGS)

(CHATTING AND LAUGHING)

- Good morning, girls.
- Good morning, Mrs Appleyard.

Well, young ladies,

we are indeed fortunate in the weather
for our picnic to Hanging Rock.

I have instructed Mademoiselle

that as the day is likely to be warm,
you may remove your gloves

once the drag has
passed through Woodend.

You will partake of luncheon
at the picnic grounds near the rock.

Once again let me remind you that
the rock itself is extremely dangerous

and you are therefore forbidden any tomboy
foolishness in the matter of exploration,

even on the lower slopes.

I also wish to remind you the vicinity
is renowned for its venomous snakes

and poisonous ants of various species.

It is, however, a geological marvel,

on which you will be required to write
a brief essay on Monday morning.

That is all.

Have a pleasant day,
and try to behave yourselves

in a manner to bring credit
to the college.

Mr Hussey?

Mr Hussey!

I shall expect you back, Miss McCraw
and Mademoiselle, at about eight

for a light supper.

Come, girls.

(♪ BACH: "Prelude No 1 in C")

This we do for pleasure

so that we may shortly be at the mercy
of venomous snakes and poisonous ants.

How foolish can human creatures be?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

(WHISTLING)

- There she is, ladies. Hangin' Rock.
- (GIRLS GASP)

(MUSIC STOPS)

The mountain comes to Mohammed.
A hanging rock comes to Mr Hussey.

More than 500 feet high she is. Volcanic,
of course. Thousands of years old.

A million years old, Mr Hussey,
or thereabouts.

Yes, well, of course that'd be right.

Thousands, millions.

Devil of a long time, anyway,
in a manner of speakin'.

Only a million years ago.
Quite a recent eruption, really.

The rocks all around Mount Macedon itself
must be all of 350 million years old.

Siliceous lava...

...forced up from deep down below.

Soda trachytes extruded in
a highly viscous state,

building the steep-sided mametons
we see in Hanging Rock.

And quite young, geologically speaking.

Barely a million years.

Waiting a million years...

just for us.

(BIRDS TWEETING)

(FLY BUZZING)

More cake, Michael?

No, thank you, Aunt. I'm...

I think I'll just, um,
stretch my legs a bit.

Oh, don't go too far.

And be careful - there could be snakes.

(BUZZING)

(UNEVEN BUZZING)

- How's it goin'?
- All right.

They finished eating, have they?

Pardon?

The colonel and the missus.

- They finished eating, have they?
- Oh, yes, they have.

Expect me up there in a minute,
I suppose. Clear away.

- Can't be more'n midday.
- No.

(BIRDSONG AND INSECTS BUZZING)

I thought it was a little early
for lunch myself.

Yeah.

Drink?

Thanks.

You know, they always allow an hour
longer than it takes to get 'ere,

and then they got 'ere straight away.

Thanks.

Ta!

Not that they got anything else to do.

I mean, they never go for
a walk or nothin'.

MR HUSSEY: Get on! Come on!

(SHOUTS OF EXCITEMENT)

- (BIRDS TWEETING)
- (HORSES WHINNY)

(LOW, HAUNTING PANPIPE MUSIC)

- MIRANDA: To St Valentine!
- ALL: To St Valentine!

(CHEERING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(LOW RUMBLING)

(GIRLS CHATTING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I hope you have learned
your poetry, Sara.

Sit up straight, child.

Hold your shoulders back.
You're getting a dreadful stoop.

Well, have you got your lines by heart?

Well, have you?

I can't. It doesn't make sense.

Sense? You little ignoramus!

Evidently you don't know

that Mrs Felicia Heymans is considered
one of the finest of our English poets.

I know another piece of poetry by heart.

It has ever so many verses, much more
than 'The Wreck of the Hesperus'.

Would that do?

What is the name of this poem?

'An Ode to St Valentine'.

I'm not acquainted with it.
Where did you find it?

I didn't find it. I wrote it.

You wrote it?

"Love abounds, love surrounds..."

Oh, no thank you, Sara. Strange as it
may seem, I still prefer Mrs Heymans.

Give me your book and proceed to
recite to me as far as you have gone.

Your book, please, Sara.

Thank you.

Go on.

I can't.

Not one line?

I shall leave you now, Sara.

I expect you to be word perfect when
I send Miss Lumley in in half an hour.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I shall have to
send you to bed

instead of letting you stay up until
the others return from the picnic.

(WHISPERS) Bertie! Bertie!

Jesus, where are you?

Oh, Miranda!

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

I like this one.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

"Thou art more lovely and
more temperate.

"Rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May,

"And summer's lease hath
all too short a date..."

(CONTINUES READING SONNET)

(MAM'SELLE RECITING IN FRENCH)

MR HUSSEY: That's funny!

Blowed if me watch hasn't stopped.

Dead on 12.00.

That's real funny.

(FINISHES RECITING)

C'est très jolie, n'est-ce pas?

You wouldn't have the time,
I suppose, miss?

Ah, Miranda, your pretty
little diamond watch.

Don't wear it any more.

Can't stand the ticking above my heart.

Ah!

If it were mine...

I'd wear it always, even in the bath.

Would you, Mr Hussey?

Stopped at twelve.

Never stopped before.

Must be something magnetic.

Well after two, I'd say.

We'd better be careful.

I promised Mrs Appleyard I'd have
you lot back at the college by eight.

IRMA: You know what, Mam'selle?

- I'd like to go to Paris, with you.
- No, no, no.

Except for those people down there...

we might be the only living creatures
in the whole world.

(ETHEREAL PANPIPE MUSIC)

- Excuse me, Mam'selle.
- Yes, Marion?

I should like to make a few measurements
at the base of the rock if we have time.

With Miranda and Irma.

IRMA: Oh, please, Mam'selle.

We'll be back long before tea.

Et bien. Allez!

May I come too, please?

MARION: So long as you don't complain.

I won't. I promise.

And don't worry about us, Mam'selle.

We shall only be gone a little while.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ah!

Now I know.

What do you know?

I know that Miranda
is a Botticelli angel.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

EDITH: Wait!

I'd better take a flying leap.

- MIRANDA: Can you manage it, Edith?
- I don't know.

I don't want to get my feet wet.

(MUSIC FADES)

Oh!

(HE WHISTLES)

Thought the little fat one
was gonna take a bath.

Some of them are real lookers.

Have a look at the shape of
the dark one with the curls.

Built like an hourglass.

And 'ave a go at the last one!
The blonde!

Oh, she'd have a decent pair a' legs.

All the way up to her bum.

I'd rather you didn't say
crude things like that, Albert.

I say the crude things.
You just think 'em.

EDITH: Miranda!

Take my word for it.

The Sheilas are all alike
when it comes to fellas.

Doesn't matter if it's a bloody
college you come from

or the Ballarat Orphanage where
me and me kid sister was dragged up.

Didn't know you were an orphan.

Jeez! I haven't thought of that
bloody dump in donkeys' years.

(PANPIPE MUSIC)

(ECHO) Miranda!

I think I'll just, er... stretch my legs
a bit before we go.

(MUSIC FADES)

(WATER RUSHING)

(LYRICAL MUSIC WITH PIANO MELODY)

Look!

Not down at the ground, Edith.
Way up there in the sky.

(MUSIC BUILDS WITH CHORAL ELEMENT)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC FADES)

Why can't we just sit on this log and
look at the ugly old rock from here?

It's nasty here!

I never thought it would be so nasty,
or I wouldn't have come!

(EERIE DRONING)

(TAPPING)

(WIND RUMBLES)

(WIND RUMBLES)

We can't go much further.

We promised Mam'selle...

...we wouldn't be long away.

(PANPIPE THEME)

If only we could stay out all night...
and watch the moon rise.

EDITH: Blanche said Sara writes poetry
in the dunny!

She found one there on the floor
all about Miranda.

She's an orphan.

IRMA: Sara reminds me of a little deer
Papa brought home once.

I looked after it...

...but it died.

Mama always said it was doomed.

Doomed? What's that mean, Irma?

Doomed to die, of course.

"The boy stood on the burning deck,
whence all but he had fled, tra la..."

I forget the rest.

I think I must be doomed.

I don't feel at all well.

I do wish you'd stop talking for once.

Poor Edith. We'll go back soon.

(PANPIPE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Irma! Look at them!

Where in the world are they going?

Without their shoes!

Irma, wait! Wait for me! Please wait!

Wait, Irma, wait!

(MUSIC FADES)

Whatever can those people
be doing down there?

Like a lot of ants.

A surprising number of human beings
are without purpose.

Although it is probable they're performing
some function unknown to themselves.

MIRANDA: Everything begins and ends...

...at exactly the right time and place.

Look!

(LOW DRONE AND
HIGH-PITCHED EERIE SHRIEK)

(LOW RUMBLING)

(LOW RUMBLING AND INSECTS CHIRPING)

(LOW RUMBLING)

(LOW RUMBLING CONTINUES)

(BIRDS CAWING)

EDITH: Oh, Miranda, I feel awful...
really awful.

Miranda, I feel perfectly awful.

When are we going home?

When are we going home?

(RUMBLING CONTINUES)

Miranda?

Miranda!

(CRIES) Miranda!

(SHOUTS) Miranda, don't go up there!
Come back!

(SCREAMS LOUDLY)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(EERIE ECHOES)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(BELL RINGS)

I've gotta go. That's Mrs Appleyard.

Let someone else go.

They won't. No. I'm on.

Right. What time is it?

(SHE GIGGLES)

It's time to go!

What've you got to do? I've got to go.

Mrs Appleyard'll skin me.

We got plenty of time.

(BELL RINGS)

You'd better go.

(BELL RINGS)

(CLOCK TICKS)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(WHISPERS) Why are they so late?

(HORSES' HOOVES)

(BELL RINGS)

God be praised!

Mademoiselle, why are you so late?

Madame...

something terrible has happened.

What?

What do you mean?

I can't...

And where in heaven's name is
Miss McCraw?

We left her behind at the rock.

You left her behind?

(GIRLS CRYING)

Has everyone taken leave
of their senses?

Miss Lumley, get these girls to
bed immediately.

And Cook, Cook!
Hot soup, please, for all of them.

Mrs Appleyard...

I must speak to you alone.

Very well.

Straight up the stairs, girls.
Come along, quickly as you can.

Cook, I asked you for hot soup!

Well, ma'am... ma'am,

the strength of it is this.

Three of your young ladies...

...and, er...Miss McCraw...

...are m-missing...

on the rock.

What happened?

Well, now, Mrs Appleyard...

That's just the trouble.

Nobody knows what happened.

How soon after the girls
did Miss McCraw leave?

Don't know. No one knows.

No one saw her leave. We were asleep.

And the little one?

Edith Horton.

Like I told ya...

...she come tearin' out of the bushes,
dress all torn...

...screamin' fit to...

Well, after we'd shushed her screamin',
all we could get out of her

was that she'd left the other three
somewhere up on the rock.

That's about all I can tell ya.

(INSECTS BUZZING)

Miranda!

Miranda!

(DRUMMING)

Marion!

Marion!

Irma!

(CALLING AND DRUMMING)

(DRUMMING STOPS)

Go on, get out of it.

Ah, stop it!

Come on.

Miranda!

(FLY BUZZING)

Try to remember, Edith...

...what it was that frightened you
on the rock.

Think carefully, darling. Carefully!

Did you speak to anyone?

There must have been something.

Was there a man?

I do hope you don't blame yourself.

After all, no one can be held
responsible for the pranks of destiny.

And besides, it may well turn out to be
a storm in a teacup.

Her legs were quite severely scratched.

From running through the brambles,
I should imagine.

Nothing else?

Nothing I could detect.

She hadn't been...

...molested?

No, no, nothing like that.

I have examined her.

She is quite intact.

Since you won't tell me all the details,
how can I give you an opinion, Lionel?

There are no details.

People just don't disappear, my dear.

Not without good reason.

There's talk, is there?

Not just gossip.

People have...

- ...theories.
- Go on.

Well, it couldn't be local.

What couldn't?

No one around here would
do a thing like that.

I've just told you, Sergeant.

I simply noticed these three
young ladies crossing the creek.

What did they look like?

Hm?

The girls. Describe them to me.

Um...

The first one was tall and dark.

Um...
Then there was the little dumpy one.

Um... then a girl with glasses...

and...

the last one was... slim and fair.

That's four.

Pardon?

A few minutes ago you said
there was only three of them.

Oh, oh, yes.

That's because the... dumpy one
was back a little.

Then they... er... moved off
into the trees

and that's the last we saw of them.

Did they know you were watching them?

I couldn't be sure.

They made no sign.

But Albert did whistle at them.

Which way now, Edith?

I don't know. It all looks the same.

I was frightened.

I don't know why.

Think, chérie.
You have been doing very well so far.

I was tired.

I wanted to go back.

Perhaps we could go a little higher.

I was tired.

I sat down on a log.

Which log, Edith? This one?

Look around you, darling.

Maybe you can see it now.

Is that the one? You went that way?

I don't know. I was tired.
I'm tired now.

There is one thing I remember.

What do you remember, Edith? Tell us.

It was when I was coming down,
when I was running.

It was a cloud.

What sort of a cloud?

It was red.

I remember it clearly.
It was just after I passed Miss McCraw.

Who did you say you saw?

Miss McCraw. She was going up the hill
as I was going down.

Did she stop?

Did you speak?

No. She was too far away.

She was about as far away as those
dead trees are over there.

(GIGGLING)

She was funny.

Funny?

How?

I'd rather not say.

You must, Edith.
It could be very important.

It's rude.

Les pantalons.

She had no skirt. Just les pantalons.

Drawers?

You mean she was just wearing drawers?

One last go.

For the bloodhound.

(♪ BEETHOVEN: "Adagio" from
5th Piano Concerto)

Miranda.

(DOG BARKS)

Hello!

(DOG BARKS)

(DOG BARKS)

(MUSIC ENDS)

Why didn't you tell us
you followed the four girls?

Because...

...I didn't exactly follow them.

I just jumped across the creek and
walked towards the rock for a little way.

I was curious.

In England young ladies like that wouldn't
be allowed to go walking in the forest.

Not alone, anyway.

But they'd gone by the time
I'd come out of the trees

so I turned back.

As the girls were jumping the creek...

...what were you thinking of?

Uh...

Uh...

Hm?

(STRING QUARTET PLAYS MOZART: "Romance:
Andante" from "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik")

Ah, Michael!

(QUIET CHATTER)

Oh, Michael! I...

The old man hired me
to look after the horses.

I'm buggered if I'm gonna be a lackey
at a bloody garden party.

That's what I bloody well told 'im.

More or less.

Had the bloodhound out the other day.

I wake up every night in a cold sweat.

Just wondering if they're still alive.

Yeah, well,
the way I look at it is this.

If the bloody cop and the bloody abo
tracker and the bloody dog can't find 'em,

well, no one bloody can.

(QUARTET PLAYS TCHAIKOVSKY: "Andante
Cantabile" String Quartet No1, Op 11)

People have been bushed before today,

and as far as I'm concerned,
that's the stone end of it.

Well, it's not the end of it
as far as I'm concerned.

They may be out there...

...dying of thirst on...

...on that infernal rock and...

...you and I are sitting here
drinking cold bloody beer.

That's where you and me's different.

If you want my advice, the sooner
you forget the whole thing, the better.

Well, I can't forget it,
and I never will.

- (QUARTET PLAYS "God Save the Queen")
- (ALBERT LAUGHS)

I'm not great shakes on music, but I
reckon the governor must be leavin', eh?

Your auntie'll give you hell
if you're not on show.

Albert...

(QUARTET FINISHES)

I want to go back to the rock.

To look for them.

Will you come with me?

Beautiful birds, them swans.

A week in the bush.

They'd be dead by now.

Then I'll go alone.

(LYRICAL MUSIC WITH PIANO MELODY)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

Coo-ee!

Hello?

(MUSIC FADES)

Coo-ee!

Mike!

Michael!

Michael!

We'll have to be goin' soon.

Dark before we get back.

I'm staying here.

You're what?

I'm staying here.

- Here? On the rock?
- Yes.

What the hell for?

- You're mad.
- Yes, perhaps I am.

But I'm still staying,
because somebody has to.

- Just because you lot are Australians...
- You're a funny bugger.

What the hell am I gonna tell 'em
when I get back there without ya?

You can tell 'em what you like.

Hm? What? Woodend?

The Victoria, sir.
The little pub near the corner.

Mr Michael's pretty knocked out, sir.

He's sleepin' there.

The pub.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm dashed if I know
how his aunt'll take it.

Yeah.

All right. Carry on, Crundall.

Thank you, sir.

Yeah...

(PANPIPE THEME)

(WATER RUSHING)

MICHAEL:I think I'll just... stretch my
legs a bit before we go.

(MUSIC FADES)

(BIRDSONG)

(LOW, RHYTHMIC BOOMING)

(HAUNTING, ATONAL MUSIC)

MISS McCRAW:Stopped at 12.
Never stopped before.

MIRANDA: Everything begins and ends...

...at exactly the right time.

IRMA: Waiting a million years,
just for us!

MIRANDA: Look! Way up there in the sky!

MAM'SELLE: Now I know!

MISS McCRAW: What do you know?

MARION:A surprising number of
human beings are without purpose...

...although it is probable...

...that they are performing some
function unknown to themselves.

MIRANDA: Everything begins and ends...

...at exactly the right time and place.

(SCREAMING)

(WHISPERS) Miranda.

Miranda!

Miranda!

Miranda!

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(HE MUMBLES)

(MUSIC FADES)

Jesus!

Coo-ee!

ECHO: Coo-ee!

Coo-ee!

Coo-ee!

Coo-ee!

(LOUD BUZZING)

(LOW, RHYTHMIC BOOMING)

(SCREAMING ECHO)

Let me have him now, son.

I've had 30 years' experience

puttin' them in so they don't fall out
back on the road.

Eh, now lean back.

There. That's it.

Take her quietly, Sergeant.

(LYRICAL MUSIC WITH PIANO MELODY)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(WIND WHISTLING)

Oh, Jesus! Jesus!

Help me!

(LYRICAL MUSIC WITH PIANO MELODY)

Help me!

Mademoiselle, they found Irma.

What did you say?

They found Irma, and she's still alive.

Oh!

No one else?

No.

Now go home.

There's nothing you can do.

Go on, now. Go home!

This is a police matter.

Well, go on.

We've got a bloody right to know.
We'd like to know what's going on.

He's right.

We simply want something
done about it.

Where's Bumpher?

What we should do is go to
the bloody rock ourselves.

We've got our own self-respect
to think about.

He's right, there.

Get Bumpher out here. Come on.

Come out, Bumpher!

Let's have another meeting.

Go back.

BUMPHER: Go on, go home.

The bloody lot of you.

Nothing you can do.

(MUSIC FADES)

We can thank the Lord for this merciful
deliverance of our dear classmate, Irma

and pray that Marion and Miranda

and our beloved Miss McCraw
will be likewise spared.

It has been seen fit

that Irma should convalesce at the home
of Colonel Fitzhubert in Mount Macedon.

Although you'll be delighted
at these good tidings,

I would ask you to remember, please,

that of the three remaining lost members
of the party, there is, as yet, no trace.

Would you come with me to my study,
please, Miss Lumley?

You may carry on, Mademoiselle.

(EXCITED CHATTING)

Wonderful news, Mrs Appleyard.

Don't be so foolish, woman!

If all of them had been found
but only one?

This makes it worse. Far worse.

This tragedy is little more
than a week old

and already three - three, mark you -
sets of parents have written

advising me that their daughters
will not be here next term.

Now the newspapers have something
further to sensationalise about.

Newspapers all over the world have
headlined our morbid affair, Miss Lumley.

I mean, you realise that, I suppose.

The three who have been withdrawn, plus
the three still missing on the rock...

Two, Mrs Appleyard, only two now. I'm
quite sure Irma will be coming back...

That makes six, Miss Lumley...

will not be with us next term.

In addition, there are several sets of
tuition fees impossibly overdue.

Sara Waybourne, for instance.

Most inconsiderate, if I may say so,
Mrs Appleyard.

Yes.

Well, I...

I expect we shall see
our way through somehow.

Don't let me detain you, Miss Lumley. You
have a class in a few minutes, I believe.

Senior needlework.

Just ask the Waybourne girl
to come in to see me, please.

After luncheon will be convenient.

Yes, Mrs Appleyard.

Oh, and Miss Lumley.

Do your best to forbid any idle and morbid
gossip about this whole wretched business.

Yes, Mrs Appleyard. I will.

(♪ BEETHOVEN: "Adagio" from
5th Piano Concerto)

Who? What? Who is it?

Shh!

Ah!

Remarkable. Hmm.

A week out in the bush and nothing more
serious than shock and exposure.

Extraordinary!

No bones broken.

Some cuts and bruises
to the face and hands.

To the hands especially.

Quite scratched.

The fingernails are all torn and broken.

There are several other
unusual features.

Her head is quite badly bruised.

Probable concussion.

A blow, maybe?

Or a fall?

But then if she fell...

...why is the rest of the body unmarked?

It's quite unblemished.

And the feet, too, are quite unmarked,
which is very strange

as she was not wearing shoes
or stockings when she was found.

We found no trace of 'em up on the rock.

She's quite intact.

I'd give my head to know
what really happened up there.

She's quite intact.

(MUSIC FADES)

What is it, my girl?

Well, ma'am, it's Miss Irma.

Yes?

Well, it's about her clothing.

What is it, my dear?

Well, I didn't know whether
the sergeant should be told.

There's... There's no corset.

Miss Irma's corset. It's missing.

You did right, my dear.
It can't possibly be of any interest.

(TOM SINGS)
♪ Tis my sorrow sorest

♪ Sad the falling forest

♪ The north wind brings me no rest... ♪

(HE CONTINUES SINGING THE TUNE)

Any number of unsolved murders
there are.

Take... Take Jack the Ripper,
for instance.

The police are up there again,
naturally.

Thick as flies.

Someone reported seein' a light
flashing around a pigsty

on a place about a mile from the rock.

There's some questions got answers
and some haven't.

No. There'll be a solution
turn up directly, more'n likely.

A kidnappin'.

Or, you know, something like that.

They might have fallen down a hole.

No, no. There's a solution
somewhere, all right.

There's gotta be.

Come over here. Come on. Over here.

Did you know, lad, there are some plants
that can move?

No.

(LAUGHING)

Miss Lumley said you wanted to see me,
Mrs Appleyard.

That is correct.

Come in.

(IMPATIENTLY) Close the door, please.

I have written several letters to your
guardian, Mr Cosgrove, Sara,

but I have not been favoured
with a reply thus far.

In fact, it is all of six months since
I have received a letter...

...or a cheque.

I, therefore, have no alternative
but to cancel all your extras.

This means that, as of today,

you can no longer partake in
dancing or drawing lessons.

And unless all your outstanding fees
are paid by Easter,

I'm afraid we shall have to make
other arrangements.

You know what that means,
don't you, Sara?

You will have to go away.

There are places for girls
in your predicament.

Institutions.

Now off you go.

Sara.

Sara! What's wrong with you?

Are you feeling ill?

People don't sit on cold steps in the
dark unless they're weak in the head.

You heard the bell.
Go and wash for supper.

Aren't you hungry?

Then you'd best go straight to bed.

Quickly.

Tell Mam'selle I don't want it.
Thank you.

But you must eat.
You'll get sick if you don't.

I'm sick already.
If I eat that, I'll be even sicker.

Nonsense. Now come on, Miss Sara.

Do you know what, Minnie?

No. What?

I was in an orphanage once.

Were you, Sara?

I had a brother then...

...called Bertie.

I told the matron I wanted to be
a lady circus rider

on a white horse in a spangled dress.

She was afraid I'd run away,
so she shaved my head.

I bit her arm.

It bled.

So she painted my head
with gentian violet.

(TOM SINGING QUIETLY)

♪ All through the forest

♪ The north wind brings me no rest

♪ And death is in the sky

♪ I love you, Minnie. ♪

I love you, darlin'.

I feel sorry for them kids.

The ones on the rock, you mean?

Yeah, them too.

I was thinkin' of them other poor
little devils... here at the college.

Them. They're all right.

Rollin' in cash, most of them.

Or at least their
mothers and fathers are.

Some of them are orphans.

Or wards or...

You know.

(PANPIPE THEME)

Now I know.

What do you know?

(WHISPER) What do you know?

I know that Miranda
is a Botticelli angel.

(MUSIC FADES)

(CHATTING)

Hold it right there, thanks, gentlemen.
That's it.

Smile, please. Come on. Big smile.

Thank you, thank you.

Lindsay! Lindsay! Get those women
over here, please.

Now they crossed the creek down there?

(IN BACKGROUND) The rope.
Not that stuff. The other.

(IN BACKGROUND) Give me that rope
over here.

(IN BACKGROUND) What about
a cup of tea up here?

Ah, tea.

Hello!

(CHATTING IN BACKGROUND)

- This is the local police.
- Yes, yes.

Will you all gather over here, please?
All searchers over here.

All those not engaged, come over here,
please.

Good, good.

As if looking up. Right up.

That's it. Looking for a cave
or something like that.

Little more expression in the face, sir.

(♪ BEETHOVEN: "Adagio" from
5th Piano Concerto)

Hello, Irma.

Madame Fitzhubert showed me in.

How do you feel?

Oh, Irma! Oh, Irma.

We thought you had gone for ever.

Let me look at you, chérie.

You are so pale.

But prettier than ever.

Has the nephew paid you a visit yet?

The one who found you?

Yes.

And then the policeman.

And you couldn't...

I, I remember...

...nothing.

Nothing! I remember nothing!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WINGS FLAPPING)

(MUSIC FADES)

Albert!

Albert?

Miss?

You know who I am, don't you?

Yes, miss.

Well...

Well...

What, miss?

I'd like to thank you.

For rescuing me.

On the rock.

It was nothin'.

Besides, it weren't me.
It was Mr Michael.

He found you.

Though he don't remember nothin'.

Tell you the truth...

I never give it another thought.

After the doc and the sarge
put you in the stretcher.

Well...

You know.

I suppose I'd better be getting on
with my job.

(PANPIPE MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DIALOGUE INAUDIBLE)

(MUSIC FADES)

(HE READS ALOUD SLOWLY)

- How are they?
- Better be cool.

Best place I know for keeping cold beer,
the pond.

It's hot up here.

Always is.

Right under the roof like this.

It's a wonder you can get any sleep
at all.

Been seeing a lot of that Miss Leopold
lately, eh?

Yes.

The summer will soon be over.

Just as well, probably.

Don't think this punt will be
safe enough to take out again.

It's sad really.

Like someone dying.

I mean the summer.

The end of the summer is like...

Miranda used to say

that everything begins

and ends

at exactly the right time and place.

Irma...

What happened on the rock?

I'm going away.

Up north to Queensland.

- Michael!
- Irma! Irma!

(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS)

♪ Rock of ages, cleft for me

♪ Let me hide myself in thee

♪ Let the water and the blood

♪ From thy riven side which flowed

♪ Be of sin the double cure

♪ Cleanse me from this guilt and power

♪ While I draw this fleeting breath

♪ When my eyelids close in death

♪ When I soar through tracks unknown

♪ See thee on thy judgement throne

♪ Rock of ages, cleft for me

♪ Let me hide myself in thee

♪ Amen. ♪

(ORGAN PLAYING HYMN:
"O Hear Us When We Cry to Thee")

(CHATTING)

(MUSIC AND CHATTING STOP)

(DOG BARKS)

Morning.

Send that reporter packing.

Girls, girls, get inside at once!

(WHISPERS) There you are, Miranda dear.

You like these best.

Mr Whitehead gave them to me,
to give to you.

My dear...

My sweet Miranda.

(SHE GASPS)

She likes daisies best of all.

Oh, Sara! Oh, Sara!

You do know that Miranda
might not come back.

Miranda knows lots of things
other people don't know.

Secrets.

She knew she wouldn't come back.

(SHE PLAYS PIANO)

Fanny, you are ridiculously out of step.

Pay attention to the music, please!

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

Excuse me, Miss Lumley.

Voilà, mes enfants!
See who we have with us today?

Our dear Irma is with us
but for a few hours.

She is leaving soon
to join her parents in Europe.

Alors, mes enfants. For ten minutes,
you may talk as you choose.

If you approve, Miss Lumley.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(SHE BEGINS TO PLAY)

- Tell us, Irma! Tell us!
- Yes, Irma, tell us!

- Tell us, Irma! Tell us!
- What happened to Miranda, Irma?

- You know what happened. Tell us!
- Tell us, Irma!

(HYSTERICAL SCREAMING)

Tell us, Irma!

- Why won't you tell us, Irma?
- You know where they are.

Just tell us, Irma, tell us.

They're dead! All dead and gone!
In a filthy damp cave full of bats.

They're going rotten and you know where!

Edith, you are a liar and a fool!

(EDITH SCREAMS)

(GIRLS QUIETEN DOWN)

(EDITH CRYING)

Mam'selle?

Mam'selle?

It's for her own good!

To cure her terrible stooping!

Mon dieu!

(CLOCK TICKING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

Well? Come in.

My notice, ma'am.

(SHE GROANS)

Have we an invalid in the house?

Miss Sara's supper, ma'am.

Mademoiselle asked me,
seeing as the child's feeling poorly.

Oh.

Minnie.

Hm?

Kindly tell Miss Sara not to put her
light out until I've had a word with her.

Yes, ma'am.

(WHISPERS) This is not
a charitable institution.

You recall our recent discussion, Sara.

Answer me when I address you, child.

Yes.

I have considered your situation
most carefully,

and I have searched my mind and
my conscience for a solution.

But this is not a
charitable institution.

And as your fees have not been
forthcoming, I have...

been forced to make certain
arrangements on your behalf.

You will be returned to the orphanage.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(SOBBING)

God, help me!

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(SHE SOBS)

(RUSTLING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CRASHING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC STOPS)

You still thinking
about that bloody rock?

I can't help it.

It comes back at night in dreams.

I had a funny dream last night.

There was this smell. Real strong.

It was like... like I was wide awake.

Dead quiet.

Pansies. That's what it smelt like.

And the whole place was all lit up,
bright as day.

Pitch black outside.

- And there she is.
- Who?

Who was it?

It was only a bloody dream!

My kid sister.

Haven't seen her since the orphanage.

She always liked pansies.

And she went... all sort of...

misty-like.

I calls out,

"Sara, don't go yet."

"Goodbye, Bertie," she says.

"I've come a long way to see ya,
and now I must go."

And she went.

Clear through that wall over there.

Sit down, please, Mademoiselle.

Merci.

We were speaking last night
about the Waybourne girl.

You expressed concern over
the state of her health.

Yes, Madame.

We have been relieved of
any further responsibility.

Her guardian, Mr Cosgrove, arrived
this morning and took her away with him.

But...

But was she fit enough to travel?

Apparently.

I should have been here
to supervise her packing.

I, myself, helped Sara put a few things
she especially wanted

into her little covered basket.

Mr Cosgrove was in a hurry to get away.

I shall not be coming
into luncheon, Mademoiselle.

Kindly tell them not to lay
a place for me.

Nor for Sara?

Nor for Sara.

Is that rouge I see on your cheek,
Mademoiselle?

Powder, Madame. I find it becoming.

(WHISPERS) Oh, God!

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Thank you very much for
the lovely breakfast!

Bye-bye! Au revoir! Bye-bye!

Hope you have a nice holiday!

Bye-bye! Bye-bye! Au revoir!

Au revoir, mes enfants.

♪ Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques
Dormez vous? Dormez vous? ♪

Au revoir!

Arthur, my late husband, and I,

always took our annual holidays
in Bournemouth.

Mmm. It's a delightful place.

Absolutely delightful.

Nothing changed. Ever.

For 40 years.

The pier, the sands and the people.

And that guest house.

So dependable.

Completely and utterly dependable.

- A little more, Mam'selle?
- No, Madame.

As you wish.

(GLASS SMASHES)

I came to depend so much
on Greta McCraw.

So much masculine intellect.

I came to rely on that woman. Trust her.

How could she allow herself
to be spirited away?

Lost.

Raped.

Murdered in cold blood
like a silly schoolgirl on that...

wretched Hanging Rock.

Will Sara Waybourne be coming back
this term, Madame?

Oh!

Now where was I?

Oh, yes!

Bournemouth.

What a delightful place!

Nothing changed.

Ever.

Bloody kids!

(BUZZING)

Oh! (CRIES)

- (WOMAN SCREAMING)
- (KNOCKING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

Sara!

Sara!

(TICKING STOPS)

The body of Mrs Arthur Appleyard,
principal of Appleyard College,

was found at the base of Hanging Rock
on Friday 27th March, 1900.

Although the exact circumstances
of her death are not known,

it is believed she fell while
attempting to climb the rock.

A search for the missing schoolgirls
and their governess

continued spasmodically for
the next few years without success.

To this day, their disappearance
remains a mystery.

(♪ BEETHOVEN: "Adagio" from
5th Piano Concerto)