All language subtitles for Episode 06.eng

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My brothers get
to swim here every day.

They're so lucky.

There are horses
that won't be tamed.

I saw a wild brumby once
being rounded up.

He was beautiful.

He refused to get caught.

He just ran and ran

and ran straight off
the escarpment.

Did he gallop through the air?

No, silly.

He crashed to his death.

It's all right.

He was free.

Like us.

Right now.

Oy! Boots!

Hello, love.

Hey, it's not all
about speed, boys.

Hey, it's no luck
if it happens every time.

- I'm starving.
- We're having stew.

All right, all right,
sit down for dinner.

- Come on. Go and sit down.
- That's it.

Enough of that. Sit down!

They probably shot her
for dog meat.

Oh, no need for that.

What is wrong with you lately?

Nothing's wrong with me.

I want to take him
back to school with me.

Get out there!

Do you know how expensive
those corsets are?

I'm not going back.

You girls are lucky.

To be going to school at all.

Sara's had a lovely visit.

Don't you dare go spoiling
her last night.

Sorry.

Show her your hands.

She won't make you go back
to school.

No.

That... would be weak.

You need an education...

so you can marry up.

Repeat after me.

I'll see you next Christmas.

I'll see you
next Christmas.

It's a promise then?

We're sisters now.

Safe trip.

Now you listen to me.
You're strong.

You're stronger
than your brothers.

This school's nothing
you can't handle.

I belong here.

No, you don't, love.

You just don't know it yet.
That's all.

This isn't a place for ladies.

Go on.

There you go.

Miss Quade!

Miss Leopold!

Miss Leopold!

We're here!

- Please come through.
- Thank you.

I am so sorry to wake you up.

No. No worries.

He went to Melbourne.

He was supposed
to be back last night, but...

He's probably just tying one on

with the boys
from Russell Street.

I can wait alone
if you want to get back to bed.

Please, no.
I can't sleep anyway.

Moi non plus.

Mrs. Valange,
our former drawing mistress...

I know Mrs. Valange.

Husband ran off,
left her high and dry.

Oui.

She said that after a calamity,

the people who remain
dream each other's dreams.

Why are you dressed
at this hour?

The place is a pigsty.

Well, you were supposed
to come over on your half days,

but you got too important.

I'm sorting out this mess,
and then I am going home

first thing.

That palace of
allurements is not your home.

This is where you belong.

When did you last read
the Good Book...

Okay.

I am the Good Book!

Wha...

Why are you poking around
in my suitcase, Reg?

I don't know what it is.

I found it in Miss McCraw's
treasure box, Reg.

And I'm keeping it safe for her

until she comes back.

They've led you astray.

No. No, I think

you're the one
with the dirty mind.

Tell me what it is.

It's the Devil's Crucifix!

- No. It's...
- Stay out of my way.

No, don't, Reg. It is driftwood!
It's from her...

- It's all right.
- I'm keeping it safe

till she comes back. No!

I should never have
listened to you.

I should have gone
to that picnic.

I should have gone.

Then I would have made sure
none of this ever happened.

Hand of God.

Reg?

Have you been
to the Hanging Rock?

I have.

I have indeed.

Did you do something

to those girls, I wonder?

No. You couldn't have
done anything.

- They'd be much too strong for you!
- Hey!

No!

Put it out quick! Quick!

Stamp it out, Dora. Kick it out with your feet.
- Stomp it.

Stomp it.

It's burning!

He's never seen
a burned body before.

This bloody place.

It's unraveled my mind.

I know less than I did
on the day they went missing.

You white fellas.

He's been here a long time,
this Rock.

We been here a long time.

You... you only been here
this once.

Long time, many time,
you can know this Rock.

So tell me what he's saying
then, this Rock.

They up there?

You know where they are?

You reckon I'd leave 'em there?

No, of course not.

This Rock... he got no time.

Sarg...

you go home now.

I'll find you!

And I'll gut you like a sow!

Only four pence a tin.
Appleyard hand soap.

Here, ma'am.
Try some Appleyard hand soap.

Four pence a tin,
Appleyard hand soap.

Doing absolute wonders
on your hands.

Try it once, you'll be buying it

for your skin.
Skin nice and soft.

Appleyard hand soap.

Made here by Mrs. Appleyard.

Tell us
about the bushrangers again,

Mr. Whitehead.

If they had secret lairs
on the Hanging Rock,

they must have had
escape routes, as well.

In the old days,

you had to go
right past the Rock

in order to get
from the gold fields

to the royal treasury
in Melbourne.

Well, those bushrangers
were waiting.

And they were cruel men. Oh.

And they'd hang their victims
from trees,

just bleeding there
for the wild dogs.

They were eaten alive?

Mm-hmm.

My brother and I,
the two of us, we...

...we found a man's ribs
hanging from a sapling.

So you've been there?

The Hanging Rock?

Leave Sara alone...

or I'll tell everyone

you got your name
off a soap tin.

Gossip's like a wildfire.

Once it gets started...

Christ! You frightened me.

Mr. Whitehead, are you unwell?

Come.

Go away.

Sergeant. Sergeant!

Proof for you to hold
in your hand.

Sara's suitcase was hidden
under Mrs. Appleyard's bed.

Where have you been?

We were up all night.

No, love.

We've been at the fire
all night.

There's been a tragedy.

The Lumleys. Both gone.

Oh, mon dieu.

Monsieur Cosgrove.

Bonjour. I thought it was you.

I've been reading
about the college mystery.

You must tell me everything.

This is Sara's guardian.

I'm ashamed to admit
that I forgot

all about Easter.
Most un-Christian.

Uh, in my defense,
my secretary, poor chap,

is in the throes
of a malarial fever,

and without him,
I'm as much use

- as an upturned tortoise.
- Go.

Go!

This stops. Now.

My brother lies
in a nameless grave.

With the sinners
for all eternity.

May God forgive him,
he took his own life.

You think that's what Sara did?

Well, she deserves
a proper burial.

Better to say... she fell.

Th-That it was an accident.

That's right, Mr. Whitehead.

It was an accident.

I told the wrong lie.

Where's Mrs. Appleyard?

There's been an accident.

Sara. Where were you going
at this hour?

To meet someone?

I think so.

Else why would you set out
alone in the dark?

You're afraid of the dark.

We're both afraid of the dark.

Where are they?!

Marion! McCraw!

Miranda!

Stick stock stone dead,

man in the mirror makes three.

Every knave
shall have his slave,

you or I must be she.

Miranda says
there are horses wild.

Miranda says
they won't let you near.

Miranda says
they know who you are.

Where is Miranda?

Do you even know?

You haven't got a clue.

Miranda didn't tell you
anything.

Yes, she did. They made a vow.

What kind of vow?

Madam, if it's a memorial
you're after,

please accept our condolences.

But if it's a mantel
or a plinth,

may I be the first
to congratulate you.

Hester.

Ah, mantelpieces and tombstones.

Just stuff of life.

Where is he?

Who's that?

I know he's behind all this.

The missing girls.

The heiress sent back
to torment me.

You're not making any sense.

You've always been
Arthur's fart catcher.

Tell him I want to see him. Now.

No, no, Ar-Arthur's gone.

Uh, no, no, he-he, uh,
he never made it.

After you scarpered.

The surgeon took his arm off.

But it was, well...

it was too late.

You removed the bullet.

- I saw it.
- Yeah, I did, I did.

I removed it with a, uh,
with a chisel.

Sharp as a scalpel.

But...

he got himself infected.

You saw him?

Dead.

Yeah, I saw it.

It was pitiful, but...

yeah, I saw it through.

You're telling me
my Arthur's gone?

I am, yeah. He is.

Before I even set foot
on this dirt?

Did he say anything?
Did he ask for me?

I think he...

I think he was too busy dying.

Look, I'm going to, uh,

open a bottle of cognac.

Been waiting for an excuse.

Arrêtez!

I should've listened.

You did all you could.

The plain fact is...

that Sara was my responsibility.

You are all blind.

Look at this house.

Can't you see it's just a dream?

Why did we all believe?

This... is something real.

A child.

Lâchez-moi!

She's my child now!

We will not be parted again
until she's in the arms of God.

There were two riders.

I thought one was Arthur.

They'd hoisted the girls.

To scare me or...

ruin me.

We're in the sunshine now,
darling.

Free.

Free.

Free all this time.

Tell me this...
if Arthur's dead...

then where are they?

Where are my girls?

Good?

Yep.

Where does your guardian live
when he's not being a nomad?

A flat in London.

But it's not for living in.

It's for keeping
the family portraits.

Do you like him?

Yes.

He speaks to me
as if I'm clever.

As if I'm a boy with spectacles.

Irma says his coat smells
of Guerlain.

She says he's a sophisticate,

that I should follow him
to exotic places

and ride behind him on a camel.

Because she can see
he wouldn't mind.

If things got really bad, do you
think you could confide in him?

Not today.

- No.
- No.

- Today's our picnic.
- Yes.

Today is going to be
stupendous.

Mm-hmm.

Happy Saint Valentine's Day.

Back to your room.

Before someone sees you.

You are a child
and I'm your teacher.

It's me, isn't it?

What I am.

No, Marion...

Get down, Miss Reid.

Where are your gloves?

I don't need them anymore.

I know how unhappy you've been.

The time with us
will pass quickly.

Try to make the best of it.

You girls still have each other.

That won't always be the case.

You're the one who's sad, miss.

Not me.

We're here.

At last, we've escaped.

Miranda.

I'm not like you.

I can't live in between.

I'd rather be dead.

What a vile place.

If you stopped
looking down at your feet,

and looked around instead...

I'd trip over and break my neck.

Don't be a goose.

It feels alive.

It's primitive and untidy.

Once you've seen something
of the world, Miranda...

the great gardens and parks...
you'll understand.

There must
be balance and order,

or there can be no beauty.

There is balance and order here.

Only if you're a savage.

I...

The Fitzhubert nephew is
following us.

Imagine Mama's face
if I was to end 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.

Why do you have to go back?

You could stay here
with me and Marion.

That's true. We could all live
in a suite at the Menzies.

We could ride camels.

We could sail to America.

This is my idea of bliss.

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

And be away from that rat
of a Lumley and her spying eye.

Blanche says Miss Lumley only
cleans her teeth on Sundays.

For Jesus.

Who's that?

She says Sara writes love poems
in the dunnie.

To Miranda.

Poor stray puss.

I hope she's all right.

Sara reminds me of
a little deer Papa brought home.

The same big, frightened eyes.

Mama said it couldn't survive
in captivity.

No.

It was doomed.

Doomed? What does that mean,
Irma?

Doomed to die, of course.

Just like you, Edith,
little glutton.

Don't, Irma.

Come on.

I want to go back.

We have to stick together now.

Or you might get lost.

And find a skeleton tied
to a tree.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait...

I am doomed.

Tummy hurts.

They look like ants.

Whatever can they be doing?

Miranda!

So many ants.

Why is it so hot?

Do we have to go
to the very top?

Yes.

For the vow to work.

We should make a vow.

A sacred vow.

To our secret selves.

Wait.

Miranda?

Miranda?

Miranda?

Miranda.

Do we have to say it out loud?

Never surrender.

This isn't a game.

Scaredy-cat

from Ballarat,

went to school

and got the strap.

You're mad.

Stop it, Miri!

Who is that?

A vow.

What vow?

A new beginning or an end.

Darkness spreads.

It gets everywhere.

It was her all along.

The widow.

Why, Mrs. Appleyard...

you're she.

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