Original subtitles

When the British first colonised New Zealand,

we were offered a great new hope from the motherland.

Missionaries of the Lord redeemed the uncivilised.

Today, our institutions and educational facilities

are now the front line for saving the uncultivated mind.

Nellie! Come along!

You too, Daisy!

Cooking for families.

Our mission is carried forth by three central principles -

Christianise,

civilise,

assimilate.

These goals are the beating heart of our school

for delinquent girls,

where troubled young women are

taught the skills for successful re-entry into society.

My word! Look at the state of these beds, girls!

You know what Jesus says about beds, right?

Who can tell me what Jesus says about unmade beds?

- Me, Matron. I can.

- Yes. - Or, even better,

we could make you tell her.

You!

Why are you laughing? Huh?

Can you tell us?

Quiet!

Settle.

Peggy.

Let's go.

She's awake! She's awake!

- Daisy! Daisy! Daisy! - Nellie, is it time to escape?

Hurry! Just wait! Go!

- Nellie! - The Matron.

Shh.

- Did your fulla come? - He's outside with his truck.

Hey.

Now.

Nellie! Here!

OK. Run! Run! Go!

- Come on! Come on! - Hey!

Freddie! I can't believe you came for us!

Yeah!

- Come on! - Quick, quick, quick!

Yeah!

- Yes! - Go, yes, yes! Yes!

You've got it! You've got it!

OK. Yes. Daisy! Come!

Is it meant to be easier than this to climb?

- You! - Inner strength, Daisy. Come on!

I can't do it!

- Nellie! Daisy! Get inside! - Argh! Argh!

- What are you waiting for? Go!

The doctors say the girl's legs will heal.

Yes... more or less.

But the baby is a problem.

She fell pregnant under your supervision.

Well.

You'll be relieved to know we have a solution which

eliminates the possibility of such lapses -

theirs...

and yours.

This island

has a long history of accommodating dubious characters -

prisoners of war, lepers,

explorers en route to Antarctica.

And?

The facilities are not currently in use.

You and your delinquents will use it.

An island?

The dining hall is here,

has a kitchen.

The old school house is here, and then there are the huts -

here, here and here.

It's good to remind ourselves

if the island can contain leprosy,

it can probably manage a few girls on heat.

Oh. Right.

You know, if it were up to me,

I'd keep them there until the menopause -

avoid any accidental burdens on society.

We're preparing them for marriage.

That is the main incentive we offer. It keeps them motivated.

These fullas are liars.

It was way harder than they made it look.

Do you have a suitcase?

No, just my sack.

I think the boat's coming, Miss.

Pick up your bags.

Girls, get up.

Move towards the end of the boat calmly.

Let's make Jesus smile today.

- Come on. - No. A bit faster. Come on.

Stop dragging your feet. Walk with purpose.

Well, you know. We've got all sorts - waifs, strays, vagrants,

whores,

sex delinquents.

That's technically different from a whore.

Queers, too. Poofs, you know? That's a new one.

But we can't know everything they did,

prior to their arrival at the institution.

What about this one?

Yeah. We heard she a sex delinquent.

Well, she's an exceptional case.

Sorry.

I'm Barry...

the caretaker.

I see you got my instructions.

Yeah.

- This way, then? - Yeah.

I'll take that sign for you, Matron.

Ooh.

Go on, then.

Every girl that arrives on our doorstep has a file...

and each file contains a tragic history.

The girls are fortunate that

institutional safety nets are in place.

And the island is the perfect location for their reformation.

My purpose is to put them back on the right path -

a righteous path, a path to domesticity and redemption.

Fair warning - there's a real rat problem on this island.

Oh.

One of the huts has a leaky roof -

you might wanna double up in one of the dry huts.

It's Hut Number 3. - That's perfect.

I have some girls who don't mind being out in the elements.

Daisy! Nellie! You'll be in Hut 3.

The rest of you, just organise amongst yourselves!

- Yes, Matron. - Try and make a new friend!

Be like Jesus! He was always making new friends.

Wow. The Matron has no mercy.

Ew.

- Hi! - No!

- I'll take this one. - No.

Be like Jesus.

Jesus isn't friends with sex delinquents.

I think you'll find he was.

- He was? - Mm-hm.

- Does God know that?

- Yeah, he does. - No.

- Fine. - Yay!

Well, come on - clean this up.

Quick smart! The Matron's coming!

There you go.

What's that?

A dress.

Whoa. That's a flash dress.

I'm Nellie. That's Daisy.

You're not gonna need that dress here.

Our institutional relocation is the first of its kind.

Like all new ventures, success rates could be varied.

But our mission should be judged by the sum of its parts,

rather than the success of individuals.

It's crooked.

Well, that's because Patricia's taller than me.

Well, grow up!

This is the classroom. Ha. A bit of a work in progress.

- What are you doing? - Setting rat traps, Miss.

What will you do once you catch them?

- Burn them. - Drown them.

We're on an island, Nancy. Burn them?!

We don't have the firewood for that.

So, you guys are cousins, right?

Well, we're not, like, 'cousins' cousins, you know?

Like, in the white sense.

I don't know what the non-white sense of cousins is.

Like, through marriage? - No.

We're just like cousins, you know? Like...

just cousins.

Like family friends?

No need to be formal about it.

Cousins.

Mere! You've organised the beds?

Yes, Miss. Cauliflower, beetroot, cabbage.

Runner beans up the side. Onions over there.

And the potatoes?

We only arrived last week, Miss.

We can't survive off your excuses, Mere.

Lemons, Miss. They were already here.

I can see that.

I heard this really beautiful quote the other day,

'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.'

- Is that from the Bible? - Uh, I don't think so.

What a stupid quote!

To make lemonade, you also need sugar. Right?

And if you have sugar in your life, well, then...

your life isn't so bad. At least not so bad

that you're complaining about having too many lemons.

And this building?

The sick bay. The medical hut.

- Is it functional? - We haven't been inside yet.

We don't teach the girls first aid, in case it, uh...

it makes them feel more capable of taking risks.

This way.

Oh.

What are you doing?

- I'm painting, Miss. - Your attitude is appalling.

Paint the hut properly.

Good girl.

I'm a little concerned.

Yeah. So, Anne, she's here because

she got pregnant by her foster dad.

I think she was born a bit slow,

and then didn't get faster as time went on.

Well, Mere's here 'cause she got pregnant by some ugly old man

- she always talks about. - Yeah. She says it's

like Romeo and Juliet, 'cause her parents tried to keep them apart.

So, what happens to most of the girls here?

Do they reform themselves? - I don't know.

I think most just end up cleaning and...

clean for the rest of their lives.

Best-case scenario is you read the Bible,

take it all in, and then your life starts to change, I guess.

- How do you mean? - Well, you learn how to be

dainty, good posture, how to iron a collar.

And then you're let into polite society,

and then men get to take you out on dates.

Then you get to live in a house they pay for...

and then just raise children for the rest of your life.

- All of that in the Bible? - Yeah. I think so.

Seems to be the main, you know... guidebook.

My cousin came to a place like this once.

When she came back, she was sort of funny in the head.

Didn't really talk, didn't really eat.

She used to be a real laugh too - funnier than Daisy.

What did they do to her?

She never said.

Unlike most girls at the institution,

Nellie didn't come from a typically 'broken' family.

Everything was hand-me-down, including the schoolbooks,

which were erased at the end of each year

and handed to the next child.

She stated that she was well-fed and well-loved.

Everyone in her town worked at

the meat processing and freezing works.

When it was shut down,

the eldest children were sent off to find work,

leaving behind their towns and families for jobs in the cities.

This is called urban drift...

Do you wanna help me close my suitcase?

...which doesn't quite capture the urgency with which

they appeared to leave.

Apparently, one of Nellie's aunts claimed to know a woman in

the city who would exchange food and a bed for childcare.

But like a lot of plans that Nellie was involved in,

the details of the arrangement were not well communicated.

The woman never showed up.

Nellie and Daisy finding each other was unsurprising.

All aboard!

Their bravado overshadowed their abilities.

I spy with my little eye...

Within hours of arriving in the city...

Empty your pockets.

...they were arrested for being in possession of

15 STOLEN ITEMS.

It's very difficult to redeem a girl like Nellie -

a girl who believes there's nothing wrong with her.

It's like a high five.

A high foot.

You know they put us in these cottages,

because each one's meant to emulate the family unit?

Well, not when you're living with a sex delinquent.

Yeah. Sad. Our family unit is

three unwed girls in a leaky hut.

Are you leaving, Lou? Oh, don't leave.

Nellie, grab that hammer and nails.

I have an idea.

A bit higher!

Oh, bloody hell, Lou!

Are you nearly done?!

Ooh!

Oh!

Quick, quick.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on. Hurry up. Quickly.

Make sure that spoon comes back.

I haven't seen you doing any better, Brenda.

I definitely did better than Nora -

she was messing up the crops.

I never messed up the crops. What were you doing?

Settle down, girls. Take your seats.

What does the popular phrase,

'The apple never falls far from the tree,' tell us?

When studying sexual delinquency among the young...

broken homes were found to be the common denominator -

bad parents, bad children.

Are you calling my mum a whore?

Are you calling yourself a whore?

Society has been drifting away from what we used to have -

stable homes and full churches.

- When was that? - Before.

- Yeah, when, though? - Just before.

Mori people find it harder to lead Christian lives...

because we learned about the Word of God so late.

The first time an apple is mentioned in the Bible...

is the Book of Genesis.

Eve took a bite from the apple, when God had told her not to.

She offered it to Adam, who also took a bite.

And at that moment - Genesis, Chapter 3, Verse 7 -

they knew they were naked.

- What? - They knew they were naked.

Luckily for them, nearby was a tree...

a fig tree, from which they took special leaves,

and placed them over their private parts.

Adam's leaf was slightly bigger.

Thank you, girls. That's enough.

There's many ways to live a Christian life -

the vocation of marriage, the priesthood, the sisterhood.

This institution is my vocation.

Many girls have gone on to lead a dignified life.

Louisa, you went to a school

known widely for producing decent women.

Yes.

Did they encourage you to find suitable partners there?

I suppose. We had...

dances and...

field trips, an annual picnic.

So, you see? These girls knew

how to handle their interactions modestly and gracefully.

Well, not all of them.

You know, Louisa,

you're a beautiful and well-to-do young woman.

It would be a great shame for you to waste that,

just because you couldn't stop your flights of fancy.

The rumour of Louisa's sexual delinquency

contained images so amoral,

they cancelled out all her other enviably Christian features.

It was speculated that it must have involved

at least a few married men.

Yes! Out!

The truth, however...

You're out!

...is even more depraved.

My turn. Don't be mean. It's my turn.

Louisa is the middle child of three - a boy on either side.

Her home was the picture of upper-class gentility.

But secrets - even in a house with six bedrooms,

a study and two toilets - are hard to keep.

Yeah. That is perfect. Well done.

You really took onboard what I said about that.

After years of failing mathematics,

Louisa's parents intervened and provided her with a tutor,

unwittingly inviting a perverse danger into their home.

I'm so sorry, sir.

Her father, a respected and successful doctor,

wisely used a medically certified approach -

isolate, treat...

and contain the spread.

- Baa! - What was that?

Did that sound good? Did it sound like a lamb?

Kind of.

So, uh...

welcome.

We're gonna try and kill all the rats on the island in one go.

How are we gonna kill them?

I've got them hooked on this stuff over the past few months.

Ooh, I love that stuff.

Yeah. Today it's laced with poison.

So, we just go around peanut buttering the island,

and then pick up any dead or dying rats and just go home?

OK, yeah, that's a pretty straightforward rat massacre.

Yep.

Any questions?

How long does it take for rats to die?

- Pretty quick, I reckon. - I have a question.

Is there any peanut butter that isn't poisoned?

Well, not on me. I... didn't want any mix-ups.

Are you married?

No.

Do you believe in God?

Sure. I was thinking more questions about the rats.

Oh, OK. So, you reckon rats live in heaven too,

or just pets and stuff?

OK, no more questions. About anything.

Oh, ah. Stay where I can see you.

Oi, Nellie! Lou!

Look!

That's creepy.

Looks like someone's living here.

- No way. - Hey!

Don't go in there.

It's a bit of a sacred place.

Why is that?

A fella died in there.

He was all alone.

Come on.

OK. Carry on. Has anyone done over there yet?

Good morning, Ma'am.

Good morning, Ma'am.

Can I be of assistance?

Can I be of assistance?

I'm having a lovely time.

I'm having a lovely time.

By placing one hand delicately over the other,

you draw attention away from how stubby they are.

When sitting for longer periods,

we place one ankle under the other and tuck it to the side,

like so.

Does she think you guys don't speak English?

Something to add, Miss?

Oh, no, just that I'm having a lovely time.

Don't be disrespectful.

Sit up straight. All of you!

What did Mrs MacMillan just tell you to do with your feet?

Thank you.

Thank you, Mrs MacMillan.

Do you think your girls are ready to learn how to elegantly

pick something up off the floor?

- Oh. No. - Then we shall continue with

more useful social etiquette.

One sugar or two? With me.

One sugar or two?

Lovely. One more.

One sugar or two?

Topics of interest should not be admitted

to polite conversation, as it may lead to a discussion...

Little is known of Daisy's parents - where they are now,

or if they're even alive.

She inherited no qualities of note from them,

although she repeatedly asserted her lovely nose

was inheritance enough.

Hmm.

Daisy!

Open up!

By the time Daisy was 11...

Daisy!

...she had been in the care of seven different foster families.

By the time she was 12,

she'd tried to escape from all of them.

Get inside!

In such instances,

girls are left without any sense of right or wrong,

and we must start entirely from scratch.

All aboard!

On the day she was arrested, Daisy ate four cream buns.

The risk for girls like Daisy,

whose idea of freedom is a cream bun,

is that it makes them impressionable,

and easily influenced.

Who...

started...

the dancing?

Who started it?!

Hands!

Hand!

Hand!

Thank you so much for making the trip to see us.

I suppose you've read the Mazengarb Report already?

Oh. Yes. In full. It's my favourite book -

other than the Bible.

Findings show that the nation's

become more promiscuous.

The availability of... contraceptives,

films, comics,

American stuff -

we're fighting a war, and we're not winning.

Unfortunately, our studies show that

stupid women love to procreate.

There are orgies in the Hutt Valley, for God's sake.

We find that young women, in particular,

are enticing the men to have sex.

Well... I do often catch them.

The other day, I caught them doing rock 'n' roll.

Look,

in some instances...

it's best not to think of the girls

as the wives and mothers of tomorrow.

It may well be beyond them.

My approach may seem...

controversial, but it's surprisingly humane.

Perhaps you are the brave guide who could lead this institution

through something of a...

trial run?

Difficult choices must be made with love.

But no progress is made without brave pioneers

to lead the way.

We must be agents of virtue...

in a world of vice -

serving the girls, but ultimately serving society.

What's the cleanest a thing can be?

Squeaky?

No.

Um...

as a whistle?

No.

Sparkling?

Yes.

Yes, sparkling.

This has to be the most sparkling room you've ever seen.

Sparklingness...

is Godliness.

Scrub.

Daisy.

Read from the top of page 94, please.

I said read, Daisy!

Read!

Right. 94, please.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

- ♪ ...makes me sick, makes my heart beat 246,

♪ not because I'm dirty, not because I'm clean,

♪ not because I kissed a boy behind a magazine.

♪ Girls, boys, having fun.

♪ Here comes a lady with a nickel up her bum.

♪ Close your eyes and count to 10.

♪ If you muck it up, you're not my friend.

♪ One, two, three, four, five,

♪ six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

♪ We didn't muck it up, so we're still good friends. ♪

Funny we got a whole class today

telling us not to talk about money.

Everyone knows that. - Yeah.

Unless you're trying to talk your way out of getting robbed,

'You got none? Well, I got none too.

'Thank you for asking.'

Pass me a hammer, oi.

I think there's something under here.

Whoa! Treasure!

Whoo-hoo!

Do you think this is still good to drink?

Yeah. That stuff's like Vegemite -

It has infinite shelf life.

Ew.

Oh, yeah.

Would you like a cigarette?

Oh. Thank you, my dear.

'A new arrival has joined the island.

'His name is Mr Chan.

'He's a Chinese man and a leper.

'We were so alarmed by his arrival

'that a protest was quickly organised.

'He was moved swiftly out of the compound,

'and has fashioned himself a makeshift shack,

'which we've come to call The Leper's Lean-to.'

That's not a very original name. - Hey, we found that shack.

It says, 'Every inch of that beach

'must be tainted with leprosy by now.'

That's not how leprosy works. My father's a doctor.

- I thought he owned the marina. - No, no, no.

That's just a hobby.

My mistake.

So, what happened to him?

It says he lasted the worst of the winter,

and then died in the spring.

'When his body was removed,

'they found no sign of leprosy;

'they believed that he eventually

'died of pneumonia and heart failure.

'His name was Kim Chan.'

That's so sad.

I wish he had another Chinese leper to stay with him.

No, that's dumb, Dais. You should wish he'd escaped.

Yeah. Yeah. Well, that too.

If I was left alone on this island,

do you think anyone would ever find me?

But you're not alone, 'cause we're here.

Yeah, we wouldn't let that happen.

Come along. This way!

Oh my God. That's the Matron.

Oh shit.

She's gonna smell it. - Oh, yeah.

- Stop it. - It's for your own good, Mere.

Wait. I think she's going to another hut.

Come on. This way.

Nellie?

Yeah.

- Where... Where are we going? - Come on!

- No! No. Please. No! - We're nearly there, Mere.

- Mere! - No!

Miss, please! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Miss, please! No!

You wanna come sleep on the floor?

- Yeah. - OK. Jump down.

Come on.

Wait. So, did your parents name you Lou

before or after you became loose?

About the same time.

Funny fellas.

So, you reckon you're named you after toilets?

No!

- Daisy! - Daisy, no.

Louisa.

- That's what the Matron says. - Yeah, the Matron.

Louisa!

You're a well-to-do young...

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Doctor, you need to come back in.

Quickly. Probably normal. There's something going wrong.

Nellie?

It's the Matron.

Did she see you?

No, I don't think so.

Stop looking at the boys!

Unload the boat. Get on with it!

Thank you.

No lingering. Come on!

Hurry up!

- Here you go, love.

- Where's Mere, Miss? - She had to go to the mainland.

- Why? - Oh,

just a little health issue. She'll be fine.

- Will she come back? - No more questions.

Unload the boat! Come on. Hurry up.

- Any more? - Chop chop.

Any more to come off?

Oh, good God!

Mary!

They're throwing eggs!

This will not go unpunished!

One minute you're telling me they're not getting fed,

the next, they're throwing their dinner at the windows!

The bloody idiots. For God's sake!

I'm surprised they can eat solid food.

Well, your dad's a doctor, right?

Yeah.

Well, then, why don't you just say...

that they're performing medical experiments...

on us.

I'm hoping that you could investigate?

Yeah, that's good.

Do you think it'll work?

Yeah.

It wasn't very nice to send that letter.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't personal.

But perhaps you have a response to the concerns raised.

No. I haven't got anything to say...

because I haven't done anything wrong.

Did those girls put you up to this?

- They don't know I sent it.

- Really?

She was sick. He was a doctor.

I don't understand you, Louisa.

Your problems are so frivolous.

They're so easy to hide.

And yet you're so disinterested in salvation.

You can just pretend!

Get out.

Out!

In my youth, I felt a strong moral compass.

Our Mother Superior said I displayed a fervour for

education and discipline...

a candidate for correcting wayward strays.

I became living proof that anyone can rise

from their circumstances, in spite of their heritage.

I remember very little of my childhood.

But I know it was a blessing.

The sisters who raised me guided me to God's infinite mercy.

His mercy was compelling to me as a child,

and continues to compel me throughout life's struggles.

She put nails down my shirt!

She put nails down my shirt!

She's crazy! She's trying to kill me!

- No killing! - I'll kill you first!

- I'll kill you! - No, I'll kill you first!

- I said, no killing! - You two are crazy!

- Get her! - You're crazy!

- Easy, easy. - Take the tools off them!

The hammers, the nails, the saws.

You girls, you're gonna hurt each other.

Oh. Too stupid for school!

Too uncivilised to be maids!

Too barbaric for woodwork!

Oh! What am I meant to do with you all?

A few years ago, you would have been lobotomised!

Oh, but now, you're fed and clothed...

Come on. Back to work. Get back to it, eh?

...and all we ask in return is a bit of bloody weeding!

Anne, are you all right?

Do you want a hand with your shells? We're fast.

Yeah.

Daisy!

It's about time you start to speed up, Lou.

It's for your own good.

- Oh, hello. - It's some new arrivals!

Kia ora! Welcome.

Nau mai. Haere mai.

Kia Ora, whnau! Ng mihi nui.

Argh! - English!

Welcome to the island,

where reform and relaxation go hand in hand.

Jump right in! Take a bucket of chores,

and be saved by the Lord!

- That's my assistant. - Oh, right.

- Nice to meet you. - If you don't mind,

I'll start with an interview and a series of tests.

- Lovely. Anne! - What?

- Will you join us? - No.

- Come on, Anne. - I didn't do anything; I swear.

- Come on. - Oh.

- Come on. - I was doing what I was told.

- Anne, is it? - Yes. No!

- Why don't you start preparing? I'll be with you soon.

- Yes, Matron. - No need to fuss, Anne.

- No! Help me - Come on, Anne.

- Oh! Don't be so dramatic. - It's all right.

Argh! No!

Life's easier if you don't resist.

No!

No!

Are they killing her?

Yeah, but why would you make something so clean,

if you were just gonna go and- - Nellie.

Stop.

They'll probably kill you first.

Nellie...

if we had escaped from the last place...

where would we have gone?

Yeah. But we didn't escape, Dais - we're here.

But if we did...

would you have taken me with you?

Cos I don't know anyone, and I don't have a bus pass.

And I don't know how to read or read signs, and...

I don't know anything, Nell.

Yeah, of course, Daisy.

- Really? - Yeah.

You can always come with me.

Yeah, if we'd made it, I would have taken you home.

You promise?

- Cross my heart, hope to die. - Stick a needle in your eye?

Yeah.

I'm too dainty to be on my own.

Hey, you know what my koro used to say about little things,

Daisy? - What?

Ahakoa he iti he pounamu.

What does that mean?

It means, 'Though it is small, it is precious.'

Like you and your weak little wrists.

- Did you guys hear her? - Yeah, we all could.

Do you think she's OK?

Well, I went in to give her tea and water this morning.

But she was unconscious.

Do you know what they did, exactly?

I don't know.

Do you think the same thing's gonna happen to us?

I don't know.

No.

We have to burn down that building.

What?

For whoever's next. Before they go in.

We can't burn down the building.

- Why not? - It's illegal.

Oh my God, Lou. We're at a school for delinquents.

What they're doing in there is worse.

No.

What bit are you disagreeing with?

- I'm not. - You know what?

We need a fire starter.

Yes. In a jar.

Light it on fire, throw it through the window.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Guys, this isn't funny.

It's not a joke, Louisa. We warned you - we was dangerous.

I just think that we need to exhaust all other options.

Like what?

What if we get caught?

What are you scared of?

Just exchange part of the marina for your freedom.

No, why do you care so much about that stupid building?

It's not your home - you've never been inside it before,

probably never will.

You know if we get caught, they'll put us all in there.

Yeah, and you can just call your daddy.

You know you won't be put in there.

So I get it -

you don't wanna put yourself on the line for us.

Forget it.

Me and Daisy will do it.

Hey!

You won't tell anyone.

The communal nature of the island means

the girls can influence each other...

for better...

or worse.

Breaking points can be looked upon in many ways.

While disappointing initially,

they can be the beginning of change for all.

When girls distance themselves from the irredeemable...

they eventually see the light.

And what are the fruits

of the Holy Spirit?

Daisy? - Sorry?

The fruits of the Holy Spirit?

Um...

...grapes? - Stand at the back!

- Oh, what?! Is it a apple, Miss?

My Bible has whole sections ripped out.

I never found out what happened in the end to Jesus.

I think we all know that he died.

He dies?

Yeah. And then he comes back to life.

Stand at the back, Daisy!

Faster!

Face the wall.

On one leg.

Anyone else want to have a crack at the

fruits of the Holy Spirit?

Uh...

love, joy,

peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness.

- Go on. - Faithfulness...

gentleness and self-control.

Ah! Louisa!

I knew you'd come around.

It continues, 'Those who belong to Christ Jesus...

'have crucified the flesh with its passions...

'and desires.'

And would you say that you have conquered the desires

of the flesh, Louisa? - Yes, I would say that I have.

I've learned that when we tend to the garden,

we encourage nourishing things to grow...

and we remove the weeds.

And the same is true of ourselves.

Very good, Louisa.

Do you know what else we learn?

We harvest what we sow.

Do you reckon she believes all that stuff?

Doesn't matter if you believe it - you just have to know it.

Either way...

she's a good liar.

Room inspection!

Up!

Open. - Yes, ma'am.

Where are these from?

Sewing class.

- Why are they here? - A little arts and crafts?

These are a weapon.

Do you want to keep this up?

Impressing your shrinking audience

with your snide little comments?

So you're impressed?

You'll go from here to prison...

and you'll still think you're better than everyone.

Better than being like you.

Kneel.

Kneel.

There.

Arts and crafts.

Hey, Nellie. Look at this. This is Matron.

I hate kids.

I hate people. I hate everyone.

Argh! Choo, choo, choo!

I'm dead! I'm dying.

Nellie!

Oi!

Today's lesson is about how the Lord blesses those

who come to play in his garden.

Now listen, girls. It's very important.

How the Lord owned...

and blessed his favours...

to the conversion of the heathen.

Heathens.

Daisy, read Colossians 1:25.

Daisy? Please.

Colossians, Anahera.

- Yes. - I have a question.

What?

Knowledge, education, the Bible -

these are all keys to a civilised society, right?

Being a moral participant in society is the key,

yes.

Anahera?

Is it the new part or the old part, Miss?

New Testament, Anahera!

Why aren't you giving us that knowledge?

If you don't teach Daisy to read,

she's never gonna be able to read.

Excuse me?

We're all here becoming servants.

That's, like, bottom rung.

How the hell is Daisy gonna go to heaven,

if she can't read and will never become civilised?

What, instead of helping her,

you just put her in the yard and you tell her to weed?

OK, that's stupid.

We're not becoming civilised on this bloody island;

we're just not becoming pregnant.

Perhaps that's the best you can hope for.

Fuck you!

Should I take her and tub her, Miss?

Thank you, Louisa. Tracey, help her.

Thank you, girls.

You've been given too long a leash.

Anyone else?

Colossians 1...

25!

- You ready? - Yeah.

- Where is it? - Here.

Nellie, come on!

- Oi! Fire! - Fire!

Is everyone out? Is everyone out of the huts?

If we find that one of you is responsible for this...

so help me, God...

you'll hang.

Nellie!

Daisy!

If you two are sleeping through this,

I swear to God, I'll have your guts for garters!

Matron!

- Matron! - What?

Louisa's gone. I think all three of them have gone!

We should sail to the peninsula.

It's the closest beach.

The peninsula? But I don't know anyone from the peninsula.

It's OK. You'll know us.

It's a raft and paddles.

We've built everything else here;

we're gonna build this. - Yeah.

OK.

Daisy, steal whatever you can find from Barry's toolbox.

Let's look for anything we can use to build the raft.

Oh, and we're gonna need the big tins from the kitchen

to help us float.

We have to sneak into the schoolroom and pinch whatever

tools we can find.

No! Help me!

We have to burn down that building.

What?

What are you scared of?

You know you won't get put in there.

So I get it - you don't wanna put yourself on the line for us.

Hey.

I've thought about it, and I'm gonna help you with the fire,

whatever the plan is.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I hate that fucking place.

Let's burn it to the ground.

- What is this? - It's our flag!

To signal we've returned victorious.

Hey, Lou. You've gotta impress the Matron.

You've gotta sit at the front, say your prayers,

speak in tongues, get promoted.

We've gotta get the kerosene somehow.

Would you say you conquered the desires of the flesh, Lousia?

I've learned that when we tend

to the garden, we encourage nourishing things to grow...

and we remove the weeds.

And the same is true of ourselves.

Louisa!

I knew you'd come around.

So don't forget, we need the kerosene...

...from the kitchens. I've got it.

I can't believe The Matron fell for it.

It's cos she likes her, eh, Cuz?

- Did you just call me Cuz? - We're cuz, Cuz.

- Oh. - Are you sure you're gonna be

OK in Tracey's hut? - Of course.

- I'm gonna miss you. - Oh. I'm gonna miss you too.

Guys. We...

are going...

to burn it down!

Yes!

Room inspection!

We're not becoming civilised on this bloody island;

we're just not becoming pregnant!

Perhaps that's the best you can hope for.

Fuck you!

Fill it up.

Are you stupid, Nellie?

How are you gonna set fire to the building,

if you're locked up inside it?

Tonight.

- Lou, you're late! - Oh my God. Oh my God.

I know. Come on. Come on!

Lou, come on!

Girls, run!

Go! Go!

Daisy, go get the paddles.

Here.

Uh, OK, girls, uh, we'll get you to...

split off into pairs and... and go look for them.

Inside and out. Uh, you two, go that way.

You two can go that way.

All right. You two, come with me.

We'll have a look in the forest.

You others, have a look down by the schoolhouse.

Stay together, girls! Come on!

OK. Get up. Go! Go!

Get on!

You have to stop paddling, Daisy!

Get on! Get on!

Faster, Lou. Come on! Faster! Faster!

♪ Well, you come upstairs, but not to talk.

♪ You stay a little while, then you do a little walk on home.

♪ I hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes.

♪ I hear you talking shit,

♪ cos you ain't got nothing to talk about at all.

♪ So you took me to the party and you got me alone,

♪ said you wanna feel good,

♪ and you feel like you're gonna explode.

♪ Well, I don't care, can't pay attention.

♪ And I don't give a damn about your intentions at all.

Whoo-hoo!

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh.

♪ Well, pass me the whiskey, pass me the gin -

♪ pass me whatever there's drink left in.

♪ Well, I don't care if it's 7 in the morning.

♪ For all I care, it could be the second coming.

♪ Well, you say you can't take it any more.

♪ You can't live like this, it's a really big deal.

♪ Well, I don't care, can't pay attention.

♪ And I don't give a fuck about your intentions at all.

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh.

♪ Ow!

♪ We're all right.

♪ We're always all right.

♪ We're all right.

♪ We're always all right.

♪ We're all right.

♪ We're always all right, all right,

♪ we'll be all right. ♪