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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.

Annie, 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 reentry into society.

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?

We make sure I can. Or even better, we could

make you tell me. Why are you laughing? Tell us.

Settle.

Daisy, Daisy, Daisy.

Yes, it's time to escape.

Daisy, Daisy.

No. The major.

Did you follow her? He's outside with his truck, right?

No.

Run, run, run.

Please be careful.

The doctor said the girls' 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.

There's... and yours.

This island has a long history of accommodating dubious characters.

Prisoners of war, lepers, explorers on 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 schoolhouses here, and then there are other huts. Here, here, and here.

It's good to remind ourselves. If the island can contain leprosy,

you can probably manage a few girls on heat.

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 fellas are lies. Those way harder than they made it look.

Do you have a suitcase?

Not just my suit.

I think the boat's coming, miss.

We're about to get out.

We're towards the end of the boat, Harvey.

Let's make Jesus smile today.

No.

Bit faster, come on. Stop breathing.

Well, you know, we've got all sorts of waves.

Straits, vagrants, hares, sex delinquents.

That's technically different from a whore.

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

And we can't know everything they did prior to their arrival at the institution.

What about this one?

Yeah, we heard she's a sex delinquent.

Well, she's an exceptional case.

I'm sorry. I'm very...

I can't take it.

I see you got my instructions.

This way then?

I'll take this time to make sure...

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.

Fear warning is a real wreck problem on the island.

One of the huts is a leakier if you might want to double up and one of the dry huts.

Heart number three.

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

Daisy, Nelly, you'll be in heart three.

The rest of you just organise amongst yourselves.

Try and make a new friend.

Be like Jesus.

He was always making new friends.

Wow. The matron has no mercy.

Hi!

No.

I'll take this one.

No.

Be like Jesus.

Jesus is in friends with six delinquents.

I think you'll find who was.

He was?

Does God know that?

Yeah. He does.

No.

Fine.

Yay!

Oh, come on! Clean this up! Quick smile! The matron's coming.

Here you go.

How far?

I dress.

Oh, there's a flesh dress.

I'm Nelly. That's Daisy.

You're not going to need that dress here.

Yeah.

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 is taller than me.

Well, grow up.

This is the classroom.

A bit of a work in progress.

What are you doing?

Sitting rat traps mess.

What would you do when you catch them?

Bend them.

Drown them.

We're on a nine and a nancy. Burn them.

We don't have to fire wood for that.

So you guys are cousins, right?

Well, I'm 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.

It's just like cousins, you know.

It's just cousins.

Like family friends?

No need to be formal, Bella.

Cousins.

Betty.

You've organised the bed.

Yes, Miss.

Collie flower, beetroot, cabbage.

Random beings up the side, onions over there.

And the potatoes?

We only arrived last week, Miss.

We can't survive off your excuses, Betty.

Lemons, Miss. They were already here.

I can see that.

I heard this really beautiful quite the other day.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

Is that from the Bible?

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.

In 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 makes them feel more capable of taking risks.

This way.

What are you doing?

I'm painting this.

Your attitude is appalling.

Paint the hut properly.

Good girl.

I'm a little concerned with you.

Yes, her aunt.

She's taken her pregnant by her foster dad.

I think she was born a bit slow and didn't get faster as time went on.

Well, but it's here because she got pregnant by some ugly old man joys talks about.

Yeah, she says it's like Romeo and Juliet

because their 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 cleaning 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 let in to polite society and then man 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.

It 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, funny than Daisy.

What did they do to her?

She never said.

Unlike most girls at the institution,

Nelly didn't come from a typically broken family.

Everything was hand-made out, 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,

which doesn't quite capture the urgency with which they appeared to leave.

Apparently, one of Nelly's aunts claimed to know a woman in the city

who would exchange food and a bed for child care.

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

the details of the arrangement were not well communicated.

The woman never showed up.

Nelly and Daisy, finding each other, was unsurprising.

Their bravado overshadowed their abilities

within hours of arriving in the city.

They were arrested for being in possession of 15 stolen items.

It's very difficult to redeem a girl like Nelly.

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

It's like a high five.

The high five?

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 the sex delinquent.

Yes, that our family unit is three unwed girls in the leaky hut.

You're leaving, Lou. Don't leave. Nelly, grab that hammer and nails.

I have an idea.

Are you nearly done?

I don't even see you doing any bit of Brinta.

I've definitely done better than Nora. She was missing up the crops.

I never miss 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 dead.

You should be the common denominator. Bad parents, bad children.

You call 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 the hut? Before.

The window. Just before.

Māori 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.

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?

Suppose we had dancers and field trips and annual picnic.

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 rumor of Louisa's sexual delinquency contained images so immoral.

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, is even more depraved.

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

Her home was the picture of upperclass gentility.

But secrets, even in a house with six bedrooms,

a study and two toilets, are hard to keep.

Yeah, that is perfect.

After years of failing mathematics,

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

unwittingly inviting a perverse danger into their home.

Her father, a respected and successful doctor,

wisely used a medicalist certified approach.

I salute, treat, and contain the spread.

Get this bread.

How's it going?

So, welcome.

We're going to try kill all the rats on the island in one go.

How are we going to kill them?

Got them hooked on this stuff over the past few months.

Oh, I love that stuff.

Yeah, today it's laced with poison.

So, we just go around peanut butter in the island

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

Okay, that's a pretty straightforward rat massacre.

Yep. Any questions?

How was the take for rats to die?

Pretty quick, I reckon.

I have a question. Is any peanut butter that isn't poison?

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.

Okay.

So, you reckon rats live in heaven too? We'll just pitzen stuff.

Okay, no more questions. Bad anything.

Stay where I can see you.

Wait, Nelly. No.

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.

What is that?

Fella died in there. Is all alone.

Come on.

Okay, carry on.

Is anyone there?

Good morning, Mom.

Good morning, Mom.

Can I be a resistance?

Can I be a resistance?

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.

Don't be disrespectful.

Sit up straight, all of you.

What if Mrs McMillan just tell you to do with your feet?

Thank you.

Thank you, Mrs McMillan.

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.

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.

By the time Daisy was 11, she had been in

the care of seven different foster families.

By the time she was 12, she had tried to escape from all of them.

In such instances, girls are left without any sense of right or wrong.

And we must start entirely from scratch.

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 it?

Hands.

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

I suppose you read the Maas and Garb report already.

Oh, yes. In full, it's my favorite book, other than the Bible.

Finding the show that the nation has become more promiscuous.

The availability of contraceptives, films, comics, American stuff.

We're fighting a war we're not winning.

Unfortunately, our studies show that stupid women love to procreate.

There are orgies in the hut 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 and roll.

In some instances, it's best not to think of

the girls as 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 to think and be?

Squeaky?

No.

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.

Yes, boys.

Have a big fun.

Yeah, come to lady.

Let me make a lot of money.

I think you have two, ten.

If you mark it up, you're not my friend.

One, two, ten, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

You didn't mark it up so I'm so good, say.

It's 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 hand, boy.

I think there's something going on here.

Oh, treasure.

I think this is still good to drink.

Yeah, that stuff's like Vijamad, it has infinite shelf life.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Would you like a cigarette?

Oh, like a midi.

A new arrival has joined the island.

His name is Mr. Chan.

He is 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 lepers lean to.

It's not a very original name.

Hey, we found that shack.

This is every inch of that beach must be tainted before perceived by now.

That's how her leprosy works.

My father's a doctor.

I thought he owned the marina.

No, no.

That's just a hobby.

My mistake.

So what happened to him?

Says he lasted the worst of the winter and then died in the spring.

And 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.

They're so sad.

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

But it's dumb days. You should wish he'd escaped.

Yeah. Yeah. Well, that too.

If I was left alone on the siren,

do you think anyone would ever find me?

But you're not alone.

Because we're here.

Yeah, and we wouldn't let that happen.

Oh, my God, that's the major.

Oh, shit.

I'm just gonna smell it.

Oh, yeah.

Wait, I think she's going to another heart.

Really? Yeah.

Do you want to come sleep on the floor?

Yeah, jump down.

Jump on.

Wait, so did your parents name you late before after you became a loose?

That was so fun.

Funny fellas.

So you reckon you're named after toilets?

No, I worked.

I see. I see no.

Let me ease that.

You're the major.

Yeah, the major.

Let me ease that.

You're a well to do.

You know, you need to be calm.

Huh.

No, I don't think so.

Look at the boys.

I love the boat. Get on with it.

Thank you.

Holy green! Come on.

Hurry up.

Whiz readiness?

She had to go to the mainland.

Why?

Hi. Oh, just a little help this. You should be fine.

Well, she come back. No more questions.

Unload the boat. Come on, help him out. Chop, chop.

Oh, good, good. Mary!

It's a surprise that you need some little food.

Are you just a doctor, right? Yes.

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 later.

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.

It's 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 further for education and discipline.

The 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!

Kill me!

Kill me!

Kill me!

Kill me!

I said no!

Kill me!

Kill me!

Take the tools off the hammers.

The nails, the saws.

Too stupid for school.

Too uncivilized to be made.

Too barbaric for what work!

What am I meant to do with you all?

A few years ago, you would have been the bottomized.

But now, you're fed and closed.

You know, we ask if our turn is a bit of bloody weed.

And you're right.

Do you want to hang with your shells?

We're fast.

Yeah.

Daisy!

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

Oh, hello.

It's some new arrivals.

Kia ora!

Welcome!

No, my, hi there, my Kia ora, far no.

I'm Michinu.

Oh, English!

Welcome to the island, where reform and relaxation go hand in hand.

Jump right in, take a bucket of chores and be safe by the Lord.

That's a bit of a... All right.

If you don't mind, I'll start with an interview in a series of tests.

Lovely.

And?

What?

Would you join us?

No.

Come on, Anne.

I said anything, I swear.

Come on.

Come on.

It's not what I was told.

Anne, is it... That you could stop preparing to help me with this.

No need to fuss, Anne.

No!

Help me!

Oh, dead beside dramatic.

No!

Life's easier if you don't resist.

Are we killing her?

Yeah, but why would you make something so clean if you were just going to go away?

Stop.

I'll probably kill you first.

Nilly, if you would escape from the last place,

where would we have gone?

Yeah, but we didn't escape days. We're here.

But, if we did,

would you have taken me with you?

Because...

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

and I don't know how to read.

I will read signs, and... I don't know anything, Nilly.

Yeah, of course, Daisy.

Really?

Yeah, you could always come with me.

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

Your promise?

Cross my heart up to date.

Stick a needle in your eye.

Yeah.

Won't you thank me to be on my own?

You know what my Koro used to say about the little things, Daisy?

What?

Ah, I'll call her E.T., her Ponomu.

What does that mean?

It means... ...but I've got a small, it is precious.

Like you.

And you'll be a little rest.

Did you guys hear her?

Yeah, we all could.

Do you think she's okay?

Well, I went in to give her tea in 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 going to happen to us?

I don't know.

No.

We have to burn down that building.

What?

For whoever's next. For the going.

We can't burn down the building.

Why not?

It's illegal?

Oh my god, Lee. Where does school for delinquents?

What they're doing in there is worse.

No.

What are you disagreeing with?

I'm not. You know what? We need to fire staff.

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.

Who won't you?

Who was dangerous?

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

Like what?

What?

What if we get caught?

What do you scare off?

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.

If you don't want to put yourself in the line for us, forget it.

Me and Daisy would 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,

there 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 an apple in this?

My Bible has all 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.

Pasta!

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.

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 learnt 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.

Open.

Yes, ma'am.

Where are these from?

It's our own class.

Why are they here?

Little arts and crafts.

These are a weapon.

Do you want to keep this up?

Impressing your shrinking audience with a snide little comment.

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.

Neil.

Neil.

Art and craft.

And Ellie, look at this.

It's made fun.

Yeah, I hate kids.

I hate people, I hate everyone.

I'm dead.

I'm dying.

Ellie.

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 on a header.

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.

And a header?

Is it the no-buttle of all partners?

New testament, and a header.

Why didn't you give us that knowledge?

If you don't teach Daisy to read, she's never going to be able to read.

Excuse me?

We're all here becoming servants.

That's like bottom wrong.

How the hell is Daisy going to go to heaven if

she can't read and will never become civilised?

Well, instead of helping her, you just put her in the yard and you tell her to wait.

Okay, that's stupid.

I'm 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.

Tracy, help her.

Thank you, girls.

You've been given too long, Aliche.

Anyone else?

Colossians won?

25!

You ready?

Yeah.

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

...so help me, God.

You're hanged.

Daisy.

If you two are sleeping through this, I swear to God! I have your guts for Garters!

Lichron!

Lichron!

What?

No, he's gone. I think all three of them have gone.

We should set out of the peninsula. It's the closest beach.

The peninsula? I don't know when you went for that peninsula.

It's okay, you know us.

It's a raft and paddles. We've built everything else here.

We're going to build this.

Okay.

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 going to need the big tins from the kitchen to help us float.

We have to sneak into the score room and pitch, but if it tools we can find.

We have to build on that building.

What?

What do you scared of?

You know you won't get put in there.

So I get it.

If you don't want to put yourself on the line for us.

Hey.

I've thought about it and I'm going to help you with the fly.

Whatever the plan is.

You sure?

Yeah.

I hate that fucking place.

Let's burn into the ground.

What is this?

It's a flag to signal with returned victorious.

Hey, look. You've got it on prison atron.

You've got to sit at the front, say your prayers, speak in tongues, get promoted.

You've got to get the kerosene somehow.

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

I've learnt 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 you need the kerosene.

From the kitchens.

I got it.

I can't believe Matron fell for it.

It's because she likes her.

Hey, cuss.

Did you just go on cuss?

The cuss cuss.

Are you sure you're going to be okay in Tracy's house?

Of course.

I'm going to miss you.

I'm going to miss you too.

Guys.

We are going to burn it down!

Yes!

Room inspection!

I'm not becoming civilized on this bloody island. We just not becoming pregnant.

Perhaps that's the best you can hope for.

Fuck you.

Fill it up.

Are you stupid, Nelly?

How are you going to set mine for the building if you're locked up inside it?

No, you're not.

No, you're not.

Oh my god.

No, no.

Come on.

Come on.

Okay, girls. We'll get you to split off into

pears and go look for them inside and out.

You two, go that way.

What?

You two, go that way.