Original subtitles

J“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j'

j' a dog at the door a dog at the door j“

j“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j'

j' the wind in the chimney that's all j'

j“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j'

j” the cow in the bye j'

j' the horse in the stall j'

j“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j'

j' it's beatie bow risen from the dead I

J“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j'

j“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j'

j” the cow in the bye j'

j“ the horse in stall j'

j“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that j“

j' it's beatie bow risen from the dead I

- run.

J' words won't tell me what's in your heart j'

j” I can't believe what you say I

j' eyes can't see what thoughts you hide j'

j“ you feel so far away j'

j“ compliments that you give to me j“

j“ don't reveal that much it seems I

j' all the love that you offer me j“

j' only fuels my silent scream j“

j“ but when you're near me j“

j' I hear my heart I

j“ beating out the words so rare j'

j“ something changes each time we touch j“

j' the hesitation disappears j'

j' heart to heart j“

j“ face to face j“

j' heart to heart to heart j'

j' heart to heart j“

j“ face to face j“

- how you doing Abigail?

- What about it? - What about what?

- Please don't pino. - Just relax, okay.

I guarantee you'll like it.

I mean, I haven't had any complaints yet.

- This is your first!

- Hey, white dress.

Significant is it?

You're it, you're it.

Come on say it.

- Say it Jason. - Oh I'm it, I'm it.

- Natalie, ease up.

- We're playing beatie bow Abby.

Aren't we Jason?

Take the sheet dumo.

Do you wanna play?

- It's great. - Not now nat.

Come on, time we went home.

- Everyone loves my game Abby, everybody plays it.

Except that little furry girl.

She just likes to watch.

- Little furry girl? - Playing beatie bow...

- How come you call it that?

- She told me to. - Who?

- Beatie bow, the dead lady in the photo

Abby.

Look Abby, the little furry girl.

Look, look!

- What's up? - She's unhappy.

She's lost, that's why.

- I'm sure hejust imagining it nat.

- I am not!

She hasn't any shoes.

Come on.

Hi, justine.

- Oh, hi. - Look what I found.

- Natalie, you'll never learn the piano

unless you practise.

Where was she, robbing a bank?

She was in the park.

Bloody hell!

That's it.

Tomorrow I read the instructions.

Yeah, I think you'd better.

- Don't laugh.

This is your dinner.

Your mom rang, she's eating out.

Oh, that's sudden.

She didn't tell me about it.

Who's she with?

- Natalie, don't be too long out there.

You'll catch a chill.

- Who's mom with? - Your dad, I think she said.

- That's the second time she seen him in a fortnight.

- He's not exactly top of the charts with you, is he?

J“ didn't mean what I said the other day j“

I kid you not, Natalie's driving me to drink.

- Yeah. - Hey,

you don't wanna buy a hyperactive child do you?

I've put her on the feingold diet.

Fingers crossed.

- She's gone now.

- The mum caller I expect.

- You don't care about her!

J“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j“

- he's to Friday night at the crown household.

- Wouldn't be anywhere else for the world.

- Hell I would.

Anyway, why aren't you off hitting the town

with some gorgeous 17 year olds spank.

- Justine, have you met any 17 year olds lately?

- They're so boring. - Yeah?

You wait.

One day he will walk through your door

and voila, game, set and match.

Goodbye Abigail kirk.

Oh, come on justine.

You know me better than that.

- Oh, Natalie, you little wretch.

- Wasn't my fault mother.

It fell by itself.

- What's this justine?

- Oh that.

It's been around for ages.

It belonged to my grandmother.

- It's a collar of some sort.

It's beautiful.

Put it on Abby, it's yours.

- Honey, Abigail might not want to start adding frills

- to her dress? - Put it on.

- Thanks nat.

- Well?

Hmm mm, what superb work.

Victorian, I think.

Boy am I bushed?

Have to fall into bed, sweetie.

- How come you're so tense?

How was dinner?

What did father have to say for himself?

- He wants me back.

He wants us to be a family again.

- And what about Ms. Thino.

Is she gonna join the party?

- Oh Abigail. - You'd need a big bed.

- Don't be vulgar.

Look, this is very important for me and your father.

- How can you say that?

Have you ever gotten what he did six years ago?

- The next thing you'll be saying

he tossed me aside like a worn out glove.

- He dumped you for some scheming, little creep.

- He fell in love with her.

Honey, you don't even know what that means yet.

- Oh mother, grow up. - Oh Abigail.

You think you know it all, don't you?

Abigail.

- You've no self respect.

- Okay, okay.

Awful, shameful.

It isn't liberated in the slightest,

but I happen to love him.

I always have and I've always wanted him back.

- Oh mom.

Don't you realise that he could do it again?

- Yes.

But I have to take the risk.

- Well, I can't stop you, but you can't make me do it too.

Remember, dad dumped me as well as you.

- I know you've been hurt.

But when did you ever feel anything for me?

- I was only 10.

He was my father.

He was always supposed to be here.

He said he loved me.

I loved him.

I trusted him and he dumped me.

There's no way that's ever gonna happen again.

Brilliant timing, Abigail!

- I'd come to apologise.

- Either help me or leave me in peace.

And I wish you'd to take that stupid dress off.

It's much too cold for it.

When you get so obsessed with things,

it just sends me around the bed.

- Maybe there's something else you'd like

to find wrong with me while you're at it.

Oh shut up.

- Hey, little furry girl.

What's wrong?

- I can't get home.

- It's all right, I won't hurt you.

Hey wait!

Go on, follow her Abby.

Help her.

Why are you frightened?

- There are too many wonders and this time, I can't get

- back. - Listen,

I'm not sure what's wrong.

Just tell me.

You shouldn't have done that.

Hey!

- Right, come try it missy.

If y'all like them juicy, just as you want.

Charge!

The he the devil.

Follow me men.

- Granny her hands, soft as plush.

Do you see the fingernails, pink and clean

as the queen's own.

Oh, don't fret now Lassie.

All is well.

Dovey's here and granny, and we'll not leave you,

I promise.

Aye, that's it.

Sleep now.

Sleep.

Dovey, iooky here.

- Can it be? - Right dovey.

It's a sign.

At last, the stranger has come.

Don't touch it.

We cannot allow the stranger to leave can we?

- She must remain here.

- Like a prisoner? - Aye, like a prisoner.

- Blessed Jesus, forgive us.

- Hey.

What's wrong with my leg?

- You hurt your ankle terrible bad when you fell.

- I didn't fall.

I was knocked down.

- Aye, that was my father.

He has spells.

Does my mother know I'm here?

- How should I know?

- Who are you?

- Beatie bow.

- Oh, that's the name of a kid's game.

- I know that well enough, but it's my name.

- Beatrice may bow. - Beatie?

- Promise me you won't tell granny where you come from.

Or I'm fucked.

She'll say I got the gift, like her and I don't want it.

I was wicked, I know.

But when I heard the children calling my name,

I just went to watch them.

I didn't mean to bring you here.

Heaven's truth.

Now promise me.

- What is this place?

Where am I?

- It's the best bedroom.

All right in my father's house, atop

the confectionary shop.

- Am I still in Sydney? - Aye, Sydney town.

- Sydney town.

When, what's the date?

- The first day of September. - What year?

- Are you daft.

It's 1873, of course,

Now promise me or I'll punch you yellow and green!

- Away from me, just get away from.

- Granny. - She's not your granny,

- she's ours. - Ssh beat.

- I want my mother.

- Rest sure my Bonnie.

You shall have your mother just as soon as we know

where she lives in what local.

- One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, night, 10.

- Dear missy, they're ain't words to tell how

broken up I am for doing you so much damage.

I pray from the bottom of my heart,

honest to god that I didn't cause you too much harm.

- Oh, a bit of a bump on the head, a slit sprain.

I'm quite well enough to go home.

Really.

- It's these spells you see.

I think I'm tall and proud once more.

I was a soldier with the light brigade, you see.

Tall asunder we were, at balaklava.

Charging into the slaughter house.

The Russians, thousands of them.

Father!

- Has he hurt you lass? - Just get him away from me.

- Go now.

Some sleep will put your thoughts to rest.

Sorry about my father, he's not himself.

Judah bow.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

- Abigail kirk.

How do you do?

Please take me to the window, I must see where I am.

- Ooh, right.

- Are you sure, you're not hurt lass?

You're all right aren't you?

- No, I'm not all right.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I want to go home.

- Granny says you must stay in bed a while yet.

Where do you live again Abigail?

What were you doing in our argyle street?

- I can't remember.

- A bump on the head bone no doubt.

Hey.

Do you know what this is?

-A hummingbird.

- She came from the orinoco river.

I got her for a florin and from a deep water man.

You ever see anything as fine?

I'll leave her here, there, to cheer you up.

It's all for the best Abigail.

- So why didn't you tell him the truth?

- You don't want anyone to know where you've been do you?

Right, I won't tell as long as you help me get home again.

- It was not my fault. - As soon as I can walk

beatie bow.

Mom would have a field day here

unbelievable.

Can you not see

I am trying to concentrate on my learning!

- Who's this? - Our mama.

- She's lovely.

- She died of typhoid this winterjust gone.

Now hush.

- I'm really sorry, beatie.

- I'm over it now.

Thank you.

It's Bonnie.

- What is?

That place you come from, elf land.

- Elf land?

There's no such place.

- Then how did the pixies know my name?

- Those were kids.

It's the future beatie, more than a 100 years from now.

- You telling me lies.

- Elf. - Look, you saw it yourself.

It's progress.

The bridge, the opera houses,

- the skyscrapers. - Pill sticks!

The things I saw aren't possible except in elf land.

- Well, I wouldn't have thought this place

was possible either.

- What's the matter with here then?

- Look out the window.

It filthy and it stinks like a pig pen

and people die here of things like typhoid.

- Don't folks die of it in your time?

- No.

- Then mama would still be alive.

- I miss my mom too beatie.

You have to help me get home.

Blinky fin, stand still.

- I can't wear this granny, I'll suffocate.

Where's my own undennear?

- Oh yeah you had but a few queer rags.

And knickers the size of a baby's.

They were not decent child.

There.

My leg's better.

I could get down the stairs on my own today.

- Not yet, Abigail.

- Thank you.

- It's my pleasure.

- Good morning Beatrice may. - I've got school today.

- You've got a deal.

After breakfast I'm going home beatie.

- I cannot help you.

- I'll tell granny.

- I'll punch you yellow and green.

- I have to get home beatie, I'm not staying here.

- Yes you are.

I can't help you and I won't.

Granny would kill me.

- Mercy me, you're as plain as a toe.

-And you must be prince charming.

- No, Gilbert Samuel bow and I'm in decline.

- Eat your porridge gibbie.

- Ah, I haven't the strength cousin.

The palpitations have returned.

- My poor wee brother has been near death with a fever.

- And I still am.

Maybe by my birthday I shall be with my mama

and the angels in heaven.

In which case I'll never have to eat porridge again.

- Shoes beatie? - A lady visitor

at the ragged school scolded her for going barefoot.

Aye, she said I was no better than a China man.

- Oh, indeed. - I hate that blonkie school.

I'm thirsty to the teeth of learning

nothing but servants chores, and how to curtsy.

- But beatie, I think you'd make a good lady's maid.

- I think I'll go for a walk.

Get a breath of fresh air.

- But granny said we're not to let you leave young miss.

You're a stranger you see.

- Hush Samuel, it's nonsense you're talking.

Abigail, we best sit by the fire until you're strong again.

- Oh Mary, my Mary.

20 years we was wed, never a frown.

Look at her young missy.

- She is beautiful, Mr. Bow.

- It was the time my regiment was posted up north I do.

Bonnie, the Scott's called her.

Bonnie.

- Great.

- Dovey, granny!

I'm a very sick iaddy and there's no one of you

has been to see if I'm quick or dead.

- Oh for heavens sake.

- You've blasphemy. - Little creep.

- What are you looking for? - Nothing.

- Mercy me, your leg is healed.

- Why aren't you out playing on the freeway

instead of lying here pretending to be sick.

- I'm reading from the good book.

- Oh.

- You'll sear the eyeballs from my head.

- Do these open?

- Never.

Put me in my death of cold.

Mind you I shall welcome the angel of death

when she comes for me.

I hope you'll be here for my funeral.

Six black horse I'd like with plumes

and four men in tall hats with black streamers.

But my coffin will be white.

- Do you know why? - Hmm mm.

- Because I'm just an innocent child.

- Sounds terrific.

- Look what you've done!

You evil girl.

Dovey, dovey, come and see what she's done.

Dovey come upstairs.

She's broken the window.

She's getting out the window.

- Ruddie.

Ain't he a nice little fellow, hey.

Fantastic by all wager.

- Hello darling.

- Where are you off to then? - She's gonna walk.

- Pretty thing hey. - She's going to

a ball are ya?

Give us a kiss, give us a kiss.

- Bend that knee, stoop your head and rise.

And another curtsy on the other foot.

Bend that knee, stoop your head, rise and smile.

Stoop that head and rise.

And again.

Bend that knee, stoop-

beatie bow!

Stop your daydreaming.

- Excuse me.

- Get out of here!

- This is it right?

Come here!

- I told you, I cannot help.

- You're going to try.

Do it.

Do it!

Damn you beatie bow!

J“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j“

j“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j“

j“ the cow in the bye j“

j“ the horse in the stall j“

j“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that what's that j“

j“ the wind in the chimneys j“

j“ that's all that's all j“

j“ oh mother oh mother j“

j“ what's that j“

j“ it's Jamie Joe risen from the dead j“

- Abby!

Don't go down there.

- Mine.

Mine.

Let go of me!

- Oh, she's a strong one.

Okay, what you got here.

- Let go of me!

- Never seen healthier.

Fresh as a new lady.

- Ain't mot much to look at.

Maybe with her hair frizzed out and some paint on

she'd pass into one.

- Shut your trap iffy!

Got something special in mind for this one.

I'm what's called madam.

- You're what's called fat.

I'll have you bald.

Slut!

Bind her feet.

- Come and have a drink madam.

- Come on mateys. - Oi, hang about.

- Sir, have you seen a girl with a blue dress

- and brown hair? - I haven't seen her.

Girl with a blue dress?

Have you seen a girl with a...

Me.

Yeah.

- I don't believe we've been introduced.

- I'm Abigail kirk.

- How do you do miss kirk?

My name is dorothea Victoria brant.

Although my aunt Hannah refers to me affectionately as doll.

- Get out of here sickly maggot.

Stop breathing your pestilence all over the new one.

Go on.

You're gonna make someone very happy.

- There's no use beatie love.

There's only one thing we can do now.

- Ben, blackie, get her up.

- Oh, isn't it a peach.

My, what a catch, my, my.

Clean too, if I may say so.

- Mine please. - Oh I say.

Quite succulent.

- We are amused are we? - Mine please.

- Only because of him, sir.

- Oh yes, he is very amusing.

It's to be locked upstairs out of harm's way.

That one may may watch over it.

No one else will touch it.

- Am I understood? - No sir, yes sir.

- I should return this evening with the prospective buyers.

The white, I think.

- Oh yes sir.

- They come out in their thousands at night.

They used to frighten me, but not anymore.

Scams I...

Scamper scamper.

J“ a tissue a tissue j“

j“ we all fall down j“

- oh.

- Rest a wee while.

- Get me the gown dovey, the stranger's gown, go and get it.

- Hey Matey, got a light? - Ha...

- Hold on Abigail!

- Come on parrot, you're as slow

- as an ox. - Says who?

- Miss kirk. - Listen doll, you'll die

if you stay here, come with me.

- You're letting your imagination play with you.

In any case, I shan't be here much longer.

Aunt Hannah's promised me a match

with a handsome young gentlemen.

She says that one day soon, he'll come

and take me to his country estate.

- Sounds nice.

But we got to get out of here now.

- Oh, well then I must warm aunt Hannah.

Aunt Hannah, aunt-

Aunt Hannah!

- Stretch your legs.

- Come on this is serious.

That was very good Finch.

- So, we're playing games are we, my sweet little mouse.

Get up you lazy bag of bones!

Who's here?

- Abigail! - Thank god.

- Abby... friend of yours is he?

Well I'll kill him.

- Ben and blackie! - Miss kirk.

Judah, look out!

Excuse me.

- My prince. - There's more of them.

- Oi parrot, Finch, all hands on deck.

I'm taking the girl.

Can we talk about it?

Here.

- Snow.

- On guard.

Lovely evening for it, miss.

- Oh look sir.

I am dorothea Victoria brant

and await your pleasure.

You may kiss my hand sir.

Go lads, go!

Ben, blackie!

Wait for me, wait for...

- You take the bald one.

Abby.

This way.

- Get up.

Get me up!

- Move. - Fire up.

Fire up.

- Mine.

- Snake's alive.

- Look first.

Thank you my good man.

- Please come again. - Evening gov.

- Silence!

I demand an explanation!

- Blackie!

Ben!

I thought we'd lost you.

- What came over you, you blinking addlebrain

to go down the Suez canal.

Could you not see it was a place

of cut cutthroats and mongrels?

You numbskull!

Oh couldn't I punch you yellow

- and green. - Beatie!

- You're not so bad you.

- You're a game lass.

How is she?

- She's got back to herself but she's still terribly weak.

The effort of searching for you cost her dearly.

- She's got this gift, hasn't she?

That's how she found me.

Go now.

- Why do you call me the stranger?

- When granny is stronger

she'll... you know, you tell me.

- We hailed from the orkney isles,

a queer odd place where dwarfs and painted men

lived long ago and built great rings of stone.

We had a ship that might wonder and never be seen again.

It is a place of old magic.

There are trolls and spells to be said against them.

- Oh, come on. - Hold your tongue and listen.

- It was granny's seventh grandmother orsa

who was elf taken while she was watching sheep.

Aye, the elves beckoned her, hid her away

from the land of the living.

She returned from elf land heavy with child

and with that child came a precious legacy.

The gift.

It is the gift of seeing the future,

of secret wisdom, of healing.

Granny was the greatest healer of them all.

But as she grows older her power is leaving her.

You see Abby, the gift can be handed down by the men folk

of granny's clan, but never possessed by them.

But as for beatie and myself, we do not have the power.

So in our time the gift grows weak.

We fear it's dying out.

- It's the gift does this child brought a prophecy?

Whenever it grows weak, a stranger comes

and makes it strong again for the generations that follow.

You are the one Abigail.

- These are the words Abby.

A stranger shall arrive bearing a family talisman.

- But I haven't got anything that belongs to you.

I wasn't even wearing anything unusual.

Just my dress.

- Aye.

- Not the dress, the collar, the crocheted collar.

- We have worked on the pattern these months gone by

dovey and me.

It's for my dovey's wedding gown, but I haven't lifted

a needle to it yet.

- So I am the stranger.

What else does the prophecy say granny?

Does it tell me how to get home?

- You'll need your dress and you'll need all my power.

But we can't let you go until you've done

whatever it is the stranger must do

to preserve the- - but I can't stay here.

My mother will be absolutely frantic by now.

Anyhow, you're wrong.

It isn't dying at all

sorry beatie but she's got

the gift granny... you!

- Let go of me! - Beatrice may!

- Beatie! - Stop that.

- Beatie!

You're not the inheritor of the gift my love.

You only possessed it long enough

to bring the stranger to us.

- What do I have to do?

- It's for the stranger alone to find,

for the prophecy speaks only of the sacrifice.

If the stranger is to save the gift for the family

then we must pay the price.

My grandchildren must pay the price.

- One to barren and one to die young.

Abigail, it's your coming that will decide.

J“ I go to my Bonnie with heart gold and fair j“

j“ o'er the sea to my Lassie j“

j“ she beckons me there j“

j“ so this gift I leave thee to hold dear and true j“

j“ the sweet gift of morning that ever we knew j'

j“ so ye'll nay forget me though far I may roam j“

j“ for this gift I leave thee to carry me home j“

- It's for the best then.

- I know.

- Abby, I don't understand.

When you say the British empire

have sort of dribbled away in your time.

- Yes.

It more or less disintegrated.

- Then who's looking after the black men?

- They're looking after themselves.

- Black people can't look after their selves.

- Don't be daft daddy. - Ahoy there.

- Who's at home at the bows. - Judah!

- What a grand day, sir.

Hi there.

Look, see what I made for gibbie.

- It's the brothers. - Aye.

A ship.

Did you think it would be bigger?

I'll miss you when I go home.

- Will you correct my Latin exercises tonight?

I can decline six verbs already.

Lator, iaudat- - take this up to gibbie

will you bet.

Take that up to gibbie.

I have something for you too.

Which hand?

- Don't lose it again. - I won't.

- You make me want to jump over the moon.

Best wash up for supper hey.

It's a grand day isn't it?

Off to bed with you, ye wee barnacle.

And toward.

- I love you.

- Oi.

Be off with ya.

- This way you. - What?

- You're stuck on him aren't you?

- Mind your own business. - Blind me if

it isn't my business.

Have you learnt nothing about us yet?

Dovey's accident.

It was Judah's fault she lives.

Not every man wants a lame wife so now he belongs to her.

They'll marry next year as soon as Judah reaches 21,

I'm telling you straight Abby,

I will not have you come between them.

I'll break your head first.

You feel that something very frail

and precious has been chipped and cracked.

Is that not so Abigail?

- It hasn't been spoiled.

I just didn't want beatie to know.

It was private.

Am I too young to be in love, granny?

- Oh, I can only speak for myself.

When I fell in love I was 14.

Married at 15.

By your age I'd born a son.

And at 18, brought me the news of the barto.

My dear barto.

Drowned in a storm off stromness.

- That was my dream.

- I was you. - Aye.

You were ready to jump?

- The grief was deep, I wanted to die

but I had the children to care for.

If you love truly you'll learn to live without your beloved

no matter whether you lose him to death or some other.

Oh no Abby, I think you're having a lend with me.

I'm serious.

It's called television.

You're not interested in my century, are you?

- It's here I live in 1873.

My labour is here, my own folk and I'm thankful

to god for both.

So that's enough for me- - but landing men on the moon.

Don't you think that's fantastic?

- What good to man or beast is that fair lump of rock?

At least it makes a tide.

Where would a sailor be without them.

- True, but no man has to go there

to turn a wheel or put a lever for that.

There are a few here.

- See the holes they make. - Hang on here.

Here.

- You try. - Right.

What's the matter?

- Nothing, I was just eh...

They're called legs.

- I know.

- Judah!

Abby.

We should not be.

- What's she trying to do?

- Oh, no.

Beatie bow, bring that back.

- I'm going home.

I don't care what you do anymore!

- Bring that back right now!

- You make me fast into the belly.

You're no brother of mine.

- Beatrice may!

One bucket all fresh.

We ask for fair price with this.

- We should've left you with the painted ladies.

It would have suited you grand.

Beatie!

- She won't tell dovey, will she?

- Can I read her mind?

Abby I know that...

- Get back in line there.

All of you out!

This is what we have been waiting for men,

our chance at the Russians.

Hold those horses steady there lads.

Steady, steady, - Samuel!

- Thousands and thousands of savage Russians.

Big furry coats on a black bears.

- Samuel! - Leave me be.

The pain is come.

- Look on me. - Keep away.

Nothing can stop the pain now.

Not even a bottle gives me comfort anymore.

Not even this.

- Uncle!

- Samuel, help us. - Ready men.

Help us Samuel.

Burnt your lollies again, hey Sammy.

- Keep those horse in check lads.

Will not be long now.

- Oh Mr. Swanton, help us.

- The brigade.

I'll run for the brigade.

- The enemy.

God save the queen!

- Samuel!

Run you heathen devils!

- Beatie!

Look, we can't help what we feel.

You don't know how powerful live can be.

- Dovey has to be told everything.

- You spoiled everything. - Look at him.

Stand clear!

Dada.

- So there you be.

It's me, beatie.

- Prepare to lose your head Russian.

- Dada!

Oh, hush now dada.

Hush now dada.

Hush.

- Oh god, gibbie.

We have to fetch gibbie!

Dovey!

Dovey!

Dovey!

She's upstairs to get gibbie.

- Give that to me! - Dovey.

She's in there.

Dovey.

Oh my god.

Come on girl.

- Pretty.

Me up.

Thank you.

- So gibbie is the one.

The angel of death.

- Gibbie! - You wicked girl.

And Judah just mended it too.

- Come on quick.

Climb through here.

- I'll break my arms and legs.

- You wanna bunch of death, do you?

- I wanna go wee wee.

- Well, who doesn't.

- Abigail, may the dear lord forgive you

- for your nakedness. - Oh come on!

- Don't worry about that. - No, don't be silly.

- All right, throw out then.

- Throw the good book out the window?

- You want a punch in the face?

- Holy god.

- China men! - Englishman.

- English yeah.

Granny, dovey, look at me.

Sit down Samuel.

Sit down.

There's the girl.

- Jump, jump! - Come on!

Jump!

- Oh shit.

J“ for she's a jolly good fellow j“

j“ and so say all of us j“

j“ for she's a jolly good fellow j“

j“ and so say all of us j“

- come on in boy.

Here the go.

Here.

Oh.

Never you worry Mrs.

You can stay here as long as you like.

You're a very good friend, Mr. Swanton.

- I'm ready.

It's strange.

I don't want to go, but I must.

And I must learn to live without my beloved.

I'm not sure I'm good enough for that yet, granny.

- You'll do pet.

- You there, not the plan. - You did more than

save gibbie's life.

He's resurrected.

That was your task lass.

Perhaps it's through him the gift will pass on

down through generations to your own time.

But why through gibbie?

What about the others?

- The prophecy pet. - But didn't I stop

- that happening? - The prophecy

can never be stopped.

- So now it's down to dovey or beatie or Judah.

- Aye, the sacrifice is great.

You've done what you were sent to do lass.

In your own time you'll find your reward.

Abigail!

- Goodbye, Judah.

Goodbye and good luck.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye dovey.

I wish you happiness.

- I really do. - Thank you.

- Pray I have the power left within me.

- Take my hands. - Granny, wait.

Abby, are you certain you don't know

how the wee pixie's knew my name?

Do you think it's possible for me to become a scholar

of books and learning?

- If that's what you truly want beatie,

then there's a chance.

- So it's for real possible. - For real possible, yes.

- For real possible.

For real possible!

- It's time.

- I'll miss you.

- Abigail.

Abigail, you'll soon know our future.

Beatie, help me.

- Home.

Zap.

J“ on the beach in the sun j“

j“ the real thing's so much fun j“

j“ for the times of your life j“

j“ and the things that you do j“

j“ coke is right there for you j“

Sweetheart, remember me?

I used to be your best friend.

Truce.

- Oh mom. - Ah.

Here.

You look different.

Have you lost weight or something?

Your face looks slimmer.

I forget, you're growing up.

- I had a rough day.

How was yours?

- Full of surprises.

- Darling, I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing

about your father.

If getting him back means losing you

then there's no way- - listen, mom,

if you love him and if he feels the same for you

then go for it.

I'll cope.

Don't worry.

I love you, I really do.

Take the risk mom.

- I can't figure it out.

I would never have said she was gifted.

- The little furry girl is not coming back anymore,

is she Abby?

- Justine, justine!

Your maiden name, it's bow.

- Yes.

How did you know that?

I suppose it must've come with them

when they immigrated from the shetlands or somewhere.

Orkneys.

Gibbie.

Look up gibbie.

- Who?

Gilbert Samuel bow.

He would have been your great uncle.

- No, great grandfather.

Here.

He died in 1940 when he was 76.

- 76. - Hmm.

He made a fortune, married an undertaker's daughter.

Beatie, Beatrice may.

What happened to her?

- Ah, that's her.

Looks a proper old tarter doesn't she?

She was headmistress at fort street school.

- Headmistress.

- Little stow. - Yeah.

For years and years.

Spinster, of course.

She died in the 20s, I think.

Abby, what is this all about?

- What about dovey, justine?

Dovey tallisker.

- Well, why don't you read it for yourself?

Here, dovey.

Married Judah bow in 1874.

Had a baby Susanna.

Ah, poor little thing didn't make it to her first birthday.

Dovey died in 1919, another good innings.

- Who's next? - Doesn't matter.

Really doesn't matter.

- Judah bow drowned in a storm off Hobart town.

He was 22 years old.

Judah.

- Uncle Robbie. - Now Natalie.

- Oh yes. - Uncle Robbie.

- Yeah nat, what's up? - I'd like you

to meet Abigail.

- Pleased to meet you Abigail.

This is the place.

See the whole holes they make.

What?

- Where? - There.

What do I do with them?

- Dig.

Now do you believe me.

Good.

J“ words won't tell me what's in your heart j“

j“ I can't believe what you say j“

j“ eyes can't see what thoughts you hide j“

j“ you feel so far away j“

j“ compliments that you give to me j“

j“ don't reveal that much it seems j“

j“ all the love that you offer me j“

j“ only fuels my silent scream j“

j“ but when you're near me I hear my heart j“

j“ beating out the words so rare j“

j“ something changes each time we touch j“

j“ the hesitation disappears j“

j“ heart to heart j“

j“ face to face j“

j“ heart to heart to heart j“

j“ heart to heart j“

j“ face to face j“

j“ heart to heart to heart j“

J“ lies aren't worth the breath they take j“

j“ don't fool the lucky few j“

j“ nights can't hide the doubts they bring j“

j“ til I'm alone with you j“

j“ day by day it's a compromise j“

j“ never read between the lines j“

j“ night by night it's a waiting game j“

j“ don't ignore the warning signs j“

j“ but when you're near me I hear my heart j“

j“ beating out the words so clear j“

j“ something changes each time we touch j“

j“ the hesitation disappears j“

j“ heart to heart j“

j“ face to face j“

j“ heart to heart to heart j“

j“ heart to heart j“

j'ohohj“

j“ face to face j“

j“ heart to heart to heart j“