[Birds chirping]
[ Dramatic music plays]
[Women screaming ]
You will make yourself dizzy. Irma.
[Music continues]
That must be the nephew from London.
He is the one.
Il est le désir de mon coeur.
MADEMOISELLE: A woman can see everything necessary
in the wink of an eye.
[ Chuckles ]
[Music continues]
[ Bird screeches ]
[Telegraph beeping ]
MAN: [ Echoing ] Irma!
Irma!
[Music continues]
[Birds chirping]
ALBERT: [ Wolf-whistles ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[Grunts]
Come on.
[Music continues]
[ Gasps, laughs]
[ Laughter]
ALBERT: Whoopsie-daisy, Maisy!
[Music continues]
[ Footsteps approaching ]
[ Bird screeching ]
[Music continues]
You don't even want him.
You're simply amusing yourself
without thinking of anyone ease's feelings.
Une vraie petite salope.
[Music continues]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[Birds chirping]
SERGEANT BUMPHER: So, Miranda sat on a dead tree?
IRMA: 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.
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?
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Yes.
Then I saw...
...someone.
Who?
I thought I did, and then H, 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.
SERGEANT BUMPHER: 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.
[ Inhales sharply] Where is she?
More broth?
What day is it?
DR. MACKENZIE: 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?
DR. MACKENZIE: No. I'm saying it's a miracle.
SERGEANT BUMPHER: Well, will she ever remember?
DR. MACKENZIE: Scrambled eggs cannot be unscrambled.
SERGEANT BUMPHER: 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.
DR. MACKENZIE: 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.
DR. MACKENZIE: 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.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Where are the others?! I want to speak to Irma!
Leave her to me.
I need to speak to Irma!
[ Clock ticking ]
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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
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.
[Birds chirping]
EDITH: [ Screams]
TOM: I'll fetch the sergeant.
No. This needs to be quarantined or it will spread.
Mischief.
Mischief, Tom.
Take it down.
[ Bird screeching ]
Mischief.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Arthur.
Votre du 'visage.
Comme vous étes 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.
[ Sighs] Et ma mére?
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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
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.
[ Chuckles ]
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 I'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.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[Music continues]
DORA: ...upon my wretched knees.
I am now and forever your servant.
GRETA: Scofland”.
...and these wee spots are the Outer Hebrides.
MARION: What a long way you've traveled.
[ Clock ticking ]
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.
-[ Chuckles ] - DORA: Hm.
How long would it take you, traveling at 18 knots,
to travel 10,900 miles?
Well, um...
uh, 18 knots is approximately 20.5 miles per hour...
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[Music continues]
DORA: 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.
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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Birds, insects chirping]
[ Fly buzzing ]
IRMA: 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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
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.
[Water flowing ]
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.
[Music continues]
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.
[ Clears throat]
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?
[Thunder rumbling, rain falling]
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?!
[Voices echoing ]
MAN: You're hiding something!
[ Horse neighs]
You lost, Miss?
Well, mind your shoes.
Albert, isn't it?
[ Horse neighs]
You carried me down the mountain.
You must be terribly strong.
You weigh less than a sack of feed.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
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.
[Thunder crashes]
[ Horse neighs]
[ Dramatic music plays]
[ Gasps]
[ Footsteps approaching ]
IRMA: [ Echoing ] Who's there?
[Music continues]
MAN: [ Echoing] Miranda!
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Footsteps echoing ]
[ Rain falling, thunder rumbling]
[ Exhales deeply]
Why is it so dark?
Where does this lead?
Someone's following.
Shh.
[ Breathing heavily]
I have nightmares, too, about the Rock.
[Sniffs]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Don't have too much of that.
My mother gets headaches.
She can't do without it.
Shh.
[ Moans, sighs]
[Music continues]
[ Laughter]
IRMA: Marion's.
- Mm. - Marion's legs are the nicest.
Oh! [ Chuckles]
What is wrong with my legs?
-[Laughs] - Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Mine are too short.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
-[ Snorts ] - Wrists?
Miranda comes first for hair.
- And eyes. - And eyes.
MIRANDA: Stop it.
But I have the best nose.
[ Laughter]
All right, ladies.
[ Exhales deeply]
Bosom.
- God, you win. - You win. Please.
[ Laughing ] Please.
Lips?
[Laughs]
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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
♪ Scaredy cat from Ballarat ♪
I Went to school and got the strap ♪
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.
[Music continues]
[ Birds squawking]
You're right.
The journalists have cleared off.
Oh. why. yes. ma'am. Ah.
To Lake View. no doubt. Good.
MR. WHITEHEAD: Morning!
[ Dramatic music plays]
ARTHUR [Laughs]
You ripped a bloody hole, Rick!
[ Laughter, indistinct conversations ]
Are you sozzled?
Do you know how long I've been waiting?
Ta-DA! [ Imitates gunshot]
What happened?
It's just his shoulder. I've seen worse.
I took the bullet out.
- With a fucking chisel. -[Laughs]
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.
[Music continues]
[ Groans, screams ]
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!
[ Screeches ]
[ Clock ticking ]
[ Knock on door]
One moment.
[ Latch clicks ]
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 ease'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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
I will get to the bottom of this.
I won't give up. You can rest easy on that score.
♪ Hink spink, the puddings stink ♪
♪ The fat begins to fry ♪
♪ Nobody's home I
♪ We're all alone, mousey, you, and I ♪
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!
[ Footsteps approaching ]
MADEMOISELLE: 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.
[Birds chirping]
MIKE: 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. [ Chuckles ]
Not at all.
I prefer a girl simple and unspoiled.
Purity and refinement -- the Appleyard promise.
I didn't know purity could be taught.
[ Horse neighs in distance]
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.
[ Birds squawking, insects chirping ]
It's lovely.
Irma. you must say au revoir to the girls.
It would be cruel to lose you as well, without a word.
Isuppose.
I could bring Mike and show him off.
[ Chuckles ]
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.
[Laughs]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
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.
[Music continues]
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.
[ Chuckles ]
You know, in spite of this ghastly business,
I really am so happy I came to Australia.
Yeah.
It's a great place.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
MRS. FITZHUBERT: Yes. A proposal in the house.
I've told Michael exactly how to do it.
[Laughs]
Oh. Shh. shh. shh. shh. shh. Oh.
Don't you look charming.
[ Chuckles ]
Michael's as excited as we are.
[Music continues]
[ Sniffs, clears throat]
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.
[ Utensils tapping ]
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.
[Music continues]
[Birds chirping]
[Music continues]
MIKE: 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.
[Music continues]
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.
[Clock ticking, bells chiming]
[ Door opens]
[ Door closes ]
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.
[Music continues]
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.
[ Laughter]
Come on.
[ Laughter]
DORA: Now, here.
One breath is enough!
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Look who's here.
Welcome, Irma.
Come.
Where are they, Irma?
Where's Marion?
Where's Miss McCraw?
Where's Miranda?
[Music continues]
Where's Miranda?
What happened, Irmlette?
- Girls! - What did you do to them?
- Who screamed? - No. I...
[All shouting]
Girls, stop!
- Where are they? - Speak.
GIRL: Come on, Irma!
- GIRL: Tell us! - GIRL: 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!
GIRL: She knows everything!
Just look at her! Guilty as sin!
[Voices echoing ]
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.
EDITH. Their hair's all red and clumpy.
And their eyes have been eaten by worms.
[ Shouting stops]
[ Door opens]
[ Breathing heavily]
[Whimpers]
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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
You want to hear my confession?
Yes.
I hate Miranda.
[ Dramatic music plays]
[ Glass shatters ]