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There's a ghost in our house. A ghost.
But we are the dead ones.
Life and death are not so far apart from where
we are.
Some things have changed.
Some things have stayed the same.
Life and death are not so far apart.
I could never have thought we would return to our beloved Australian home.
glorious to be home again.
But how are we transported here?
And why?
Does it matter?
I believe it does.
For if we are the dead ones, does it not follow that
we are the ghosts?
Rebecca, please do not leave me here alone.
Oh!
Take my hand.
It does not hurt.
You don't even have to think.
No, I really don't want to.
metal monsters. Whatever can it mean?
A warning.
Perhaps the monsters lurk within.
Do you not hear their dreadful roar?
That is no roar. That is music.
Take a picture?
You've been alone so long. You're not glad to see other people again?
Such people.
Metal monsters and naked people.
It may be that the naked boys only occupy a part of the house. Indeed.
But we must search thoroughly to make sure.
What have they done to our home?
Where is Father's portrait?
There you go.
I think they are alive.
Better no posse.
What's up, luscious she?
I do beg your pardon, miss. Sorry, can't pardon that outfit.
What are you, Amish? No, we're English.
English?
How lovely.
You're insulting us. This is a wedding. No, madame. You have the manners of a
mudlark and you reek like one too.
Let us go.
Christine, what are you doing? Well, I believe it.
What do you call it? Retro folk?
Steampunk emo?
This is just what we wear.
Please excuse us, sir.
Are you sealed off?
How I have missed our old room.
I never quite realized.
I did.
No point dwelling in the past, girls. It is time to seize the gift of life.
Oh, sorry I'm late. Hope you didn't run into any troubles while you were
waiting. I'm your guardian.
Agatha.
Yeah, that's better. That girl's body was a bit of a tight fit.
You took possession of that girl? Oh, temporary requisition, darling. It's
actually a very useful way to avoid being seen by the living. Though, it
leave me wanting a bath and a strong coffee. Not to mention the paperwork.
Oh, they are very big on paperwork.
They? Who are they?
My employers, of course. The Ghost Council.
The Ghost Council.
Does this mean that... Oh, yes.
Your appeal was upheld.
Congratulations.
Appeal? What appeal?
We should have never died in that coach crash. We were just beginning to live.
So I appealed to the Ghost Council. And they said yes.
They're alive again.
Kind of.
Think of yourselves more as...
Living ghosts.
But why is everything so different?
Um, oh.
Uh,
to be honest, um, the ghost council did take a little bit longer than expected
to, um, process your case. How long?
Oh, I'd say about, uh, hundred and fifty years.
A hundred and fifty years.
We were trapped in limbo because of you.
And you didn't even tell us. I thought it was for the best. Sophie, look!
Oh, my gosh. Help me. Help me.
Hazel, help me.
How interesting.
Oh, levitation.
It's a side effect of being a ghost.
Well, what else do we need to know?
Oh, you'll pick it up as you go along.
The main thing is to seize the gift. of life.
Don't flunk out of school or get found out. Otherwise, you will have to move on
to the afterlife.
So if one goes, we all go? Yes, it's a group deal, I'm afraid. Take it or leave
it.
Well, I for one would like to take it.
And I.
Sophie?
Surely we must at least try this new life.
Hmm? Very well.
I shall endeavor to try.
The dorm rooms are in the old guest quarters. Suitcases have been provided.
you might like to change into something schoolish.
If you need me, I'll be in the old graveyard.
Walking through walls?
A guardian ghost? Whatever next?
Ah,
you must be the Ainsworth girls from England. Here at last. You were
us. Of course. your guardian has arranged everything. Mr. Griffith,
Oh, Miss Rebecca Ainsworth, sir. And you are? Miss Hazel Ainsworth, sir.
Hello, and... Miss Sophie Ainsworth.
Welcome. Welcome to Australia and welcome to Ainsbury International
Centuria vincensima prima mentis eri peccari.
Building mines in the 21st century.
Remarkable. Either you're a fellow trekker or you know Latin.
Scio -linguam Latinum, sir.
You'll be a real credit to this girl.
Okay. Sorry, I've got to rush. You know what it's like?
First day of term, high spirit.
Toodles!
Section one, code of dress.
I cannot believe it. I really cannot believe it.
My legs.
I have not seen them for centuries.
to change your gown i could never wear something so immodest we must
sacrifice modesty if we wish to be accepted here what is that bell
luncheon it says in the rule book students must be punctual at all times
You're kidding.
Hey.
Hey.
You were really cool, you know, before with Christine.
Was I?
Yeah. Do you want to come check out the lab?
Go. Seize life, remember?
That sound was delightful.
Cool. Come on.
What should we do?
You
can't
sit there.
This is a start.
I most certainly am. In that case, please be so good as to fetch us a light
lunch and a little broth, perhaps?
Or a brace of partridge.
Is this some kind of a joke?
Quickly, please.
We feel as if we have not eaten for 150 years.
My name is Hywin Sinclair.
I'm head of art and deputy head of this school.
Please forgive me, madame.
I mistook your dress for that of a servant.
That's how you fit in.
Yes, sir.
You, come with me.
Oh, do not worry, Sophie. I will protect you.
You, stay where you are.
Don't take that ridiculous thing off your head.
Science facilities here are amazing.
Watch this.
Oh, how fascinating.
You think so?
Most people just think I'm a bit of a geek.
I don't understand.
Neither do I.
Who cares what they think, right?
I'm going to be a clinical research scientist.
You know, they find cures for diseases.
Oh, what a noble aspiration.
Yeah, well, my mum's a doctor, so I guess I've always been into that sort of
stuff.
Your mother is a doctor?
You seem surprised.
Oh, no.
Emily, where I come from, it would be considered decidedly unusual.
Wait, you've never met a doctor before?
I've never met a lady doctor before.
Okay.
Well, I might as well tell you this now.
Life's going to be pretty different from what you're used to. I know.
I'm glad of it.
Mr. Griffith?
Mr. Griffith?
I assure you, Miss Sinclair, you entirely misunderstood my intentions. I
think so. Stay here.
Maybe a break?
Do you want to sit here?
I'd be delighted, Mr... Oh, Jonathan.
I am much obliged to you, Mr Jonathan.
Hey, new girl.
Nice hat.
I do not understand.
Our bonnet's not worn at lunch.
Well, not in Australia, no.
We're kind of informal that way.
Oh, I see.
Cut it out, boy.
Don't let them get to you.
You know, if you ever wanted someone to be alone, there's the old graveyard.
I mean, I go there when I'm working on my music.
You are a musician?
Oh, yeah. A bit of everything. Bass, lead, rhythm, drums, keyboard.
Do you want to hear some of my music?
Yes, please.
You do know how to use one of these, right?
Here.
Put that in your ear.
Oh.
But where is the orchestra?
Oh, you crack me up. Oh, in here.
Perhaps we'd better go outside.
I beg your pardon?
Perhaps we'd better go outside.
Oh, yes.
For
Charles
Ainsworth, 1820 to 1889.
Father!
It would break your heart to see these barbarians living in our homes.
They are savages, both in dress and manner, unworthy even to look upon your
face.
Okay. Add four mils of that to there while I prepare the ice cream.
Can't we get this girl to get out of jail?
It's her first day.
Respect is the key, Headmaster.
If we don't have respect... Oh, Father! We have nothing.
Look, this proves it. Except apparently no one's been in here apart from you.
But she was here, the Ainsworth girl.
Have you been getting enough rest, Harlan? Not too many late nights
Totally Haunted?
Oh, my goodness! What has happened?
What is this monstrosity?
your sister. Which of my sisters do you require, Madonna?
The one who's wearing that ridiculous long dress. You mean Miss Sophie?
Sophie. I've been looking everywhere for that little troublemaker.
Let's hope she hasn't left school premises.
Absence without good reason is punishable by permanent expulsion.
And clean up this mess.
Otherwise you'll be joining your sister.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, I think.
She's always threatening to chuck people out.
Hardly ever happens.
Much.
Forgive me, Massey, I have to go now.
Rock with me.
I want to rock with me. Rebecca, Rebecca!
Yeah, yeah.
Rebecca?
You're a bit of an old -fashioned rock chick at heart, aren't you?
Old -fashioned?
I shall not stay where I do not belong.
Sophie.
Sophie.
Sophie. Isn't she beautiful?
What happened?
Loading right out over the school gates.
Took all four of us to bring you back.
Four of you?
Meet the gang.
This is Sophus. He's got an answer for everything.
Wisest man knows his own ignorance.
Fascinating. Don't encourage him.
This is Rengal. And this is Buddy.
Called himself the first teenager.
What is a teenager?
We've got a lot to talk about. You dig?
You are all ghosts?
Yeah. Don't rub it in, baby.
But I'm in the same situation as you.
No, we're dead ghosts, not living.
Does it matter?
A fascinating question.
For what is life, you know? Is it merely to experience the pleasures of the
senses or the deeper joys of the mind?
You can be seen by the living. You can laugh.
You can play.
you can love.
Oh, man.
I'd give my best guitar to date a living chick.
Oh, I yearn to fight again.
Smell the blood of enemies.
Oh, crunch bones under my feet.
But I don't wish to do any of those things.
Then think of something else.
There is a whole world out there.
A whole world?
For everything I knew and loved has changed or gone forever.
You still have the sisters.
I'm not so sure. I am.
Sophie!
Sophie!
Rebecca? Hazel?
What are you doing here? I needed to get away.
Sophie, are you not happy in our new life?
Well, I am to blame. I had no right to make decisions for other people.
Well, I don't mind.
But Sophie does.
If you are truly miserable, then we should leave now.
I will not force you to stay for my sake.
You could force her to stay for my sake.
Girls, I think that there is someone else you need to think about.
Mother and father, I was so excited to meet with my potential suitor,
Heathcliff MacGregor.
I did not even bid my parents farewell.
None of us could have known it was to be the last time we would see them.
Fate would have it that we would be parted from our family and our childhood
forever.
I have been thinking.
I do not want to go back.
Our home is sadly changed, and it is strange.
And I'm afraid.
But Father taught us to seize life and conquer our fears.
Per Aspera Ad Astra, we reach the stars through adversity.
He would have wanted us to stay.
And so we shall.
Safe
and
sound.
You go.
Oh, no. If she catches us, we will be expelled. In which case, I think we
should... She's running away.
There you go.
And right behind you.
Breaking the rules, running away.
Well, what are you about to tell us?
They were in here.
All three of them.
Where did they go?
Where did they go? I don't know, Harwin. Perhaps you should take the rest of the
day off.
Come on.
I think Miss Sinclair will
be looking for secret tunnels until the end of time.
Annabelle.
Well?
How do I look?
You look eminently befitting.
How did you do that?
It's called electricity.
It lives in the wise and feeds all the lamps in the house.
So there is one good thing in this place.
Three good things.
Electricity, music and voice.
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