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Roll up, roll up,
ladies and gentlemen.

The most marvelous,

the most courageous,
Miss Sara Waybourne!

Bertie?

Where are you!?

It's okay, Sprout.

I've gotcha.

- Why does she...
- Shh.

Come here.

Well, they were out of control.

Just wait until I tell Mrs. Appleyard.
- You will not.

I don't think that you are fit

to be in charge of young ladies.

Perhaps...

perhaps I watch out for them
in other ways.

- I forgot she was there.
- Oh...

Oh, Sara.

- Here.
- I want... to see...

Irma.

Irma is gone.

Cook's made
your favorite breakfast.

Porridge with treacle.

Come on,
Tom'll be fatter than me

if he keeps scoffing
all these meals you won't touch.

Porridge with treacle
is my brother's favorite.

Yeah.

He's coming for me, Minnie.
I know it.

Of course he is.

And he'd want you to eat,
to stay strong.

Bertie's the best rider.

He loves horses.

We'll join a circus.

Is that so?

Well, eat up, then.

Miranda says there are
pretty circus ladies

who ride horses,
and they stand on one leg.

We really should pack up
Miranda Reid's things.

For safekeeping.

Yes, ma'am.

Your shoulders are the bane
of Miss Lumley's life.

You know,
if you didn't slouch...

well, you wouldn't need
the posture board, would you?

I've come to understand

what a clever
little spy you are.

You must have a great collection
of special secrets.

I was your age once.

I know all about
collecting secrets.

You don't know anything.

Hysteria

is an unattractive malady
which must be extinguished.

The remedy shall be fresh air

and organ music.

It is the Sabbath.

This morning we shall return

to church.
: Oh...

Please collect your hats,

gloves and capes.

Blanche, make sure that
the girls proceed to the drag

in an orderly fashion.

Yes, Mrs. Appleyard.

Off you go.

Watch your step.

Miss Lumley.

Take Sara to her room.

She appears to have a rash.
Keep an eye on her.

Wait. You mean... stay here?

But I'll miss the sermon.

I'm sure your faith
is strong enough to be tested.

Indeed it is.

Well, well, well.

Hello, Hester, luv.

Give it back.

Give it back. Give it back!

Drive on, Mr. Hussey.
We're going home.

Drive on!

Giddyap! Hey-oh!

What dark souls people have
behind their smiling faces.

We'd never have imagined.

Those young ladies
have been defiled

and tossed into the ravine
a dozen times a day

since they've disappeared.

Well, that shows
how ignorant people are.

Outrages occur
behind innocent front doors,

not out in nature.

I was starting to wonder if
there could have been foul play.

If they're at the bottom
of a ravine,

it's because they
held hands and jumped.

Don't look at me like that.

Have you any idea what goes on
inside the minds of girls

that age, what they get up to
when they're not supervised?

It must have seemed like

such a grand adventure
at first.

So, are you gonna marry me?

I already said yes.

Stay here.

You're all maniacs!

Steady there. Easy now.

Put the gun down.

Miss Sara.

Are you all right?

Girls, look away.

Inside. Quickly.

Sorry to do this
in front of the girls.

Lying bitch!

I see you two are acquainted.

There was an incident
with one of the girls.

Which girl?

Miranda Reid.

He showed an unwelcome interest.

It was at the government
cottage fête.

It was unimportant.
He was drunk then, too.

Trodden on by his horse.

- Bullshit.
- Language.

Sluice him down
before you put him in the wagon.

Yes, boss.

Why do you own a gun?

It belonged to my late husband.

Why did you station an officer
on my property without asking

I heard
you were having some trouble

with a possum.

Sergeant,
I have told you before,

this is a ladies' college,

and I am charged
with their reputations.

That is an Enfield.
It's a highwayman's gun.

What are you doing
with a highwayman's gun,

Speaking of highwaymen,

any news on the two riders?

I believe they were shearers.

Since when do shearers ride
valuable horses?

You will remove yourself
and the young pup

you've sent to guard us
immediately.

I am more than capable
of looking after my own girls.

If I had been on that picnic,

none of this
would have happened.

Why didn't you go on the picnic?

I dislike
the Australian landscape.

It is insubordinate.

Where did she find the gun?

I don't know,
but I don't trust her.

- She's dangerous.
- Lucky she didn't shoot us.

How many days on the train?

Five.

Just you and me, then two days'
drive from Mackay.

Ooh, Reg, Reg, Reg, Reg!

Oh.

Surely these girls
should be more modest?

Well, if you change your mind,
I'll be at the Menzies.

I've ordered marrons glacés
so it should still feel

like Christmas
even in this horrid heat.

I love Christmas here.

It's peaceful.

I get to read all day.

Venez les filles. We must go.

Your mom must be very busy
wrapping all your presents.

We will take you to your house
on our way to the station.

Thank you.

Blanche, in the back.

I'm just so excited...

They're cleaning.

Everything's covered
in dust sheets.

It's nice and cool in here.

Not for long.
I'm boiling these buggers.

Off you go.

I just did the floors in there,
Miss Marion.

So shoo.

Christmas spirit
everywhere we turn.

My father sent me
a crate of books.

So I heard.

You can borrow any you'd like.

Our room bakes in the afternoon.

I know a nook.

What are you reading?

The Turn of the Screw.

Sounds dull.
Is it about carpentry?

I don't think so.

I can go back to the beginning
if you like.

"The story had held us,

"round the fire,
sufficiently breathless,

"but for the obvious remark
that it was gruesome,

as on Christmas Eve
in an old house."

"Gruesome." Go on.

"I remember no comment uttered
till somebody happened to say

"that it was the only case
he had met in which

such a visitation
had fallen on a child."

A visitation.

"The apparition had reached
the landing halfway up

"and was therefore on the spot
nearest the window,

"where at the sight of me,
it stopped short

"and fixed me exactly
as it had fixed me

from the tower
and from the garden."

Oh, my Lord. Go on.

"He knew me
as well as I knew him;

"and so, in the cold,
faint twilight,

"with a glimmer
in the high glass

"and another on the polish
of the oak stair below,

we faced each other
in our common intensity."

"He was absolutely,
on this occasion,

a living, detestable,
dangerous presence."

We should go.
Cook will skin us alive.

We could continue after dinner.

In the dark?

I'll have night terrors.

Well, that would be
the fun of it.

No one can sleep tonight.

I think Mrs. Appleyard
has gone up to the tower.

That's odd.

Shall I go on?

Oh, I wish we'd never started
this terrible story.

Don't stop.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I don't know.

"She isn't there, little lady.

"Nobody's there.

"How can poor Miss Jessel
be there

when poor Miss Jessel's
dead and buried?"

It's interesting to me

that you chose to remain here
for Christmas,

despite the luxuries offered
by Miss Leopold.

Yes, I did.

Have you considered
what you'll do

when you finish
your senior year?

Not really.

Unfortunately, Marion,

the sort of husband you deserve
is unlikely to propose.

I would like to offer you work.

What sort of work?

Teaching history.

You would have your own room.

You would eat meals
with the staff.

Obviously, you wouldn't interact
with the parents directly,

but you may come to view that as
a privilege, not a punishment.

Naturally, you will receive
the same wage

as the other teachers

with holiday entitlements.

How generous.

Thank you, Mrs. Appleyard.

Hello, ladies. I'm back.

Where's Marion?

History's so dull.

Will you accept?

Yes.

For one reason only.

Shall we find out how it ends?

I don't want it to end.

Everything ends

unless you stay in between.

It's easier there.

In between?

What does that mean?

Welcome back.

So good to see you.

Did you have a nice holiday?

Irma's cross with me.

I don't know.

Blanche is her favorite now.

She's invited her
to sleep in our room.

How was your holiday?

It was sublimely stupendous.

- I rescued a baby wallaby.
- Ooh.

A joey.

And my horse was called Beetle.

He taught me how to ride him.

Yeah, Beatle's quite chatty
for a horse.

I had a sublimely
stupendous time, too.

Well, well, well,
how about this?

Didn't expect you.

Thought you'd be on the run
after what happened.

I needed to get away.

Get my head straight.

Make some decisions.

I can understand that.

I'm gonna go travelling
up north.

Queensland for starters.

Meant to be beautiful country
up there.

Thought I'd visit
Miss Reid's family.

Pay my respects.

And...

Albert, I...

I want you to come with me.

Wouldn't be right.

Couldn't leave your uncle
in the lurch.

Well, I'm sure he could
replace you easily enough.

You told me
you like travelling.

I do.

But I'm, um...

...I'm a working man.

Wouldn't be able to pay my way.

We wouldn't be equals.

No.

Not in that way.

But...

we would be equals
in every other sense.

That's the way
that matters to me.

Yes.

Of course.

As you know, a number of girls

have been withdrawn
by their parents.

I expect there will be others
who will not return

after the Easter holiday.

I will rename the college,

then advertise.

From today, the missing
are not to be spoken of

or referred to by the girls.

I have given it
a great deal of thought.

I have their best interests
at heart.

Miss Lumley.

Our daily prayers
will no longer remember them.

Yes, a great misadventure
has befallen us,

but we must lay down
this burden.

From this moment on,

it will be as though
they never existed.

I'd like to box your ears!

You're old enough to know
better, that's for damn sure.

You won't improve on her.

Money and beauty.

What on earth are you thinking?

I'm thinking a man's measure

is an honest day's work.

And I've never done a day
of work in my entire life.

Now, listen to me, Michael.

We Fitzhuberts...

It's Mike.

Not Michael.

Mike.

I don't know who did it, ma'am.

We both know who's responsible.

Get them down immediately.

Fetch help.

Mrs. Appleyard. Good morning.

Blanche is asleep,
as are the other girls.

- We've come to take her home.
- We've ridden through the night.

So if you don't mind waking her.

Well, let's take a turn
around the garden,

whilst I have
some breakfast prepared.

Decisions shouldn't be made
on an empty stomach.

I'll get her myself.

What in blazes...?

Blanche? Blanche!

Blanche Blanche?

Blanche

Uh, you wanted to see me?

Crundall. Yes.

We've received a letter.

I... assumed it was for us,

as it's from Mr. Leopold.

Mm.

Miss Irma's father,
who writes to thank you

for finding his daughter.

It wasn't me, sir.

- It was...
- Michael. Yes.

Who has returned
to Melbourne on some...

tomfool plan to travel.

The boy hasn't been right in the
head since that wretched picnic.

Very honorable of you, Crundall,
to constantly refuse the glory.

But it was you who rescued her,
for all practical purposes.

Wait, man.
There's more.

A check.

For 1,000 pounds.

Someone of your standing

would have little experience
of such a ludicrous sum.

You... you would do well to seek
the advice of my husband.

Uh, can I have
the afternoon off, sir?

I'll make it up on my Friday.

Of course.

Stop moving the paper.

I can't read when
you are moving the paper.

Now...

Sara.
Class started ten minutes ago.

I'm not allowed art anymore.

She's to help me prepare

for the annual Woodend concert.

I know she misbehaves.

But you must concede

she's more talented
than any of the others.

What does talent have to do
with bad behavior?

It's-it's cruel to deny her
what she loves.

What does cruelty have to do
with teaching good behavior?

Am I answerable to you,

No.

But you are answerable
to the parents.

Sara's lessons
have been paid for.

Sara's guardian

hasn't paid her fees
since before Christmas.

You know him to be a man
of excellent character.

He travels, to places
mail can't get through.

And then he bowls up
out of thin air

with bequests for the college
and gifts for Sara.

You can't question
his commitment to her.

I run this establishment
as I see fit.

And I think you run it
abominably.

The girls are confused.

The only thing they learn here
is how to be afraid.

The staff as well.

The only person who respects you

is a simpleton.

Worse. Dora Lumley
has been mistreated

since the day she was born.

She's like some poor, mad dog.

Be careful she doesn't turn
around and bite you one day.

I gather this is
your resignation?

It most certainly is.

Ah.

No. Leave it, Tom.

I've been such a fool.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to say

your guardian, Mr. Cosgrove,
has abandoned you as well.

Sara.

Your behavior
concerns me deeply.

Either you will allow me
to guide you,

or I will be forced
to return you to the orphanage.

Waybourne, you say?

Sara.

Last time I came here, they
told me she'd been adopted out

to a fella with a fortune.

Figured she'd be better off
with him, but...

now I've got the money myself.

- I...
- Ah, yes.

Mr. Cosgrove.

If I could just have
his address...

All we have is one in London.

Which I'm not at liberty
to disclose.

Like I said, I've...
I've got the money.

Maybe she's forgotten about me
by now, I don't know.

But I told her I'd be back.

I tried once.

Now I'm trying twice.

I'm gonna keep trying
until I find her.

If you like,

I can write and tell him
of your recent good fortune...

and your wish
to be reunited with Sara.

Mr. Cosgrove would appear to be
the very best of men.

This Cosgrove is fine,
if you say so.

But I'm her brother.

Whoa.

Tom.

You are to give this
to Sara Waybourne

as soon as possible...
without alerting Mrs. Appleyard.

Yes, ma'am.

Good luck, Tom.

Say good-bye to Minnie for me.

Come along, now.

G'day, Tom.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

Just wanted to say good-bye.

Good
Where are you going?

Minnie and I
are getting married.

About time.

Thought I might make
a go of it in the city.

I reckon they got jobs there

for blokes like me,
doing all sorts.

The future beckons.

That's right.

Hey...

you know anyone that could
give me a hand with a letter?

Come down to the college.
There's a French lady there.

Mademoiselle.
She writes all of ours.

Likes to practice English.

All right. Thanks.

Come on.

"On behalf of the parents
of the missing,

"I've arranged for a detective
from Scotland Yard

to investigate."

Dr. Mackenzie is here
for Edith's toothache.

Miss Leopold's father
has taken it upon himself

to help us.

A senior detective

from Scotland Yard is bound for
these fair shores as we speak.

A muckety-muck from London.

Ah, you'll be out in the bush
looking for him next.

I'm bloody sick
of everyone's bullshit.

Something's not right
about that college.

What if those girls got lost
on purpose?

We've been looking for girls
who want to be found.

Oh, my word.
And you are?

Mr. Tomasetti.

Tomasetti Marble.

Mrs., uh...?

Appleyard.

Mrs. Appleyard.

Commiserations, madam.

The whole country is praying for
them young ladies to be found,

safe and well.

So, are these the, uh, the
wenches in need of my attention?

Yes, I wish to replace them.

Well, why not make them
respectable instead?

I mean,
there's stone to work with.

Now, let's see.

I would, uh, I would find the
clothes beneath the flesh.

What I suggest is, you just
slice off the breasts,

and, uh, release
the inner garments.

Thank you for coming out.

But I'm sure you understand,
now is not a convenient time.

All eyes are upon you.

This college mystery is all
anyone talks about these days.

It is the perfect time
for concealment.

Scandal is to be avoided.

So...

I'm your man, if you want
something covered up.

So I'm just south of Bendigo,
down the main road.

So sorry.

Doctor, Edith's right upstairs,

and she's making quite a fuss.

Might be all right
for Mad Dog Morgan,

but I can't imagine
a young lady would much like it.

Three wouldn't even fit.

If you were running away,
where would you go?

The old road to Bendigo.

Très bien, Mademoiselle.

Very good.

Très bien, Mademoiselle.

Good.

Just imagine there is a string,

a little string,
attached to you head.

Remember to stand
straight, girls.

Very good.

N'oublie pas sourir.

Don't forget to smile.

Très bien.

Straight. Good posture.

Hey, Edith.

You're not supposed
to spin around.

But I want to be the girl.

Très bien, Mademoiselle.

Merci, Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle?

Oui?

Can she really send me
back to the orphanage?

Sara, your pocket.

It bulges like the toad.

It's Miranda.

She's always with me.

Si belle.

Sara.

Are you asleep?

No.

I'm too excited
about the picnic.

Me, too.

I've got a present for you.

It's from our holiday.

Happy Saint Valentine's Day.

For tomorrow.

Sisters?

That's right.

You must learn to love people
other than me.

Hmm?

Sara?

Why does Irma hate Miranda?

Because she's free.

But free where?

She's always been free.

- Hello.
- Good day, Elsie.

Uh, Tom said I should
see a "Mademoiselle"?

About a letter.

After a French letter, are you?

Wait here.

I know who you are, you know.

You saved our Irma.

To whom is the letter?

Mike Fitzhubert.

Michael Fitzhubert?

But put, uh, "Mike,"
or he won't know it's from me.

All right.

So, "Dear Mike..."

"I've come into some money.

And I've given in
my notice at Lake View."

Uh, just put, um,
"Meet me any afternoon

"at the Post Office Hotel
on Bourke Street.

We can have a beer
and fix a date for Queensland."

You are friends?

Yeah.

Can I leave this with you?

Post has been collected
from Lake View.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Who shall it be from?

Albert.

Bertie?

Bertie? Bertie!

Bertie!

Did you see him?

Is he real?

The coachman from Lake View?

Of course.

Uh, the coachman from Lake View.

Well, for not much longer.

He is leaving.

Like everyone else.

They chose you!

They chose you!

You!

Nobody's home, we're all alone,
mousy you and I.

Nobody's home, we're all alone,

mousy you and I.

Sara.

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