We Were Dangerous (2024)

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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.

Nellie! 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

re-entry into society.

My 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?

- Me, Matron. I can.

- Yes.

- Or, even better,

we could make you tell her.

You!

Why are you laughing?

Huh?

Can you tell us?

Quiet!

Settle.

Peggy.

Let's go.

She's awake! She's awake!

- Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!

- Nellie, is it time to escape?

Hurry!

Just wait! Go!

- Nellie!

- The Matron.

Shh.

- Did your fulla come?

- He's outside with his truck.

Hey.

Now.

Nellie! Here!

OK. Run! Run! Go!

- Come on! Come on!

- Hey!

Freddie! I can't believe

you came for us!

Yeah!

- Come on!

- Quick, quick, quick!

Yeah!

- Yes!

- Go, yes, yes! Yes!

You've got it!

You've got it!

OK. Yes. Daisy! Come!

Is it meant to be easier

than this to climb?

- You!

- Inner strength,

Daisy. Come on!

I can't do it!

- Nellie! Daisy! Get inside!

- Argh! Argh!

- What are you waiting for? Go!

The doctors say

the girl's 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 -

theirs...

and yours.

This island

has a long history

of accommodating

dubious characters -

prisoners of w*r, lepers,

explorers en 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 school house is here,

and then there are the huts -

here, here and here.

It's good to remind ourselves

if the island can

contain leprosy,

it can probably manage

a few girls on heat.

Oh. 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 fullas are liars.

It was way harder

than they made it look.

Do you have a suitcase?

No, just my sack.

I think the boat's

coming, Miss.

Pick up your bags.

Girls, get up.

Move towards the end

of the boat calmly.

Let's make

Jesus smile today.

- Come on.

- No. A bit faster. Come on.

Stop dragging your feet.

Walk with purpose.

Well, you know. We've got all

sorts - waifs, strays, vagrants,

wh*res,

sex delinquents.

That's technically different

from a wh*re.

q*eers, too. Poofs, you know?

That's a new one.

But we can't know

everything they did,

prior to their arrival

at the institution.

What about this one?

Yeah. We heard she

a sex delinquent.

Well, she's

an exceptional case.

Sorry.

I'm Barry...

the caretaker.

I see you got my instructions.

Yeah.

- This way, then?

- Yeah.

I'll take that sign

for you, Matron.

Ooh.

Go on, then.

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.

Fair warning - there's a real

rat problem on this island.

Oh.

One of the huts

has a leaky roof -

you might wanna double up

in one of the dry huts.

It's Hut Number 3.

- That's perfect.

I have some girls who don't

mind being out in the elements.

Daisy! Nellie!

You'll be in Hut 3.

The rest of you, just organise

amongst yourselves!

- Yes, Matron.

- Try and make a new friend!

Be like Jesus! He was always

making new friends.

Wow. The Matron has no mercy.

Ew.

- Hi!

- No!

- I'll take this one.

- No.

Be like Jesus.

Jesus isn't friends

with sex delinquents.

I think you'll find he was.

- He was?

- Mm-hm.

- Does God know that?

- Yeah, he does.

- No.

- Fine.

- Yay!

Well, come on -

clean this up.

Quick smart!

The Matron's coming!

There you go.

What's that?

A dress.

Whoa.

That's a flash dress.

I'm Nellie. That's Daisy.

You're not gonna need

that dress here.

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's taller than me.

Well, grow up!

This is the classroom. Ha.

A bit of a work in progress.

- What are you doing?

- Setting rat traps, Miss.

What will you do

once you catch them?

- Burn them.

- Drown them.

We're on an island,

Nancy. Burn them?!

We don't have

the firewood for that.

So, you guys are

cousins, right?

Well, we're 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.

We're just like cousins,

you know? Like...

just cousins.

Like family friends?

No need to be formal about it.

Cousins.

Mere! You've organised

the beds?

Yes, Miss.

Cauliflower, beetroot, cabbage.

Runner beans up the side.

Onions over there.

And the potatoes?

We only arrived

last week, Miss.

We can't survive off

your excuses, Mere.

Lemons, Miss.

They were already here.

I can see that.

I heard this really beautiful

quote the other day,

'When life gives you lemons,

make lemonade.'

- Is that from the Bible?

- Uh, 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.

And 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, uh...

it makes them feel more

capable of taking risks.

This way.

Oh.

What are you doing?

- I'm painting, Miss.

- Your attitude is appalling.

Paint the hut properly.

Good girl.

I'm a little concerned.

Yeah. So, Anne, she's

here because

she got pregnant

by her foster dad.

I think she was born a bit slow,

and then didn't get faster

as time went on.

Well, Mere's here 'cause she got

pregnant by some ugly old man

- she always talks about.

- Yeah. She says it's

like Romeo and Juliet,

'cause her 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...

clean 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're let

into polite society,

and then men 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.

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 - funnier than Daisy.

What did they do to her?

She never said.

Unlike most girls

at the institution,

Nellie didn't come from

a typically 'broken' family.

Everything was hand-me-down,

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...

Do you wanna help

me close my suitcase?

...which doesn't quite capture

the urgency with which

they appeared to leave.

Apparently, one of Nellie's

aunts claimed to know a woman in

the city who would exchange

food and a bed for childcare.

But like a lot of plans

that Nellie was involved in,

the details of the arrangement

were not well communicated.

The woman never showed up.

Nellie and Daisy finding each

other was unsurprising.

All aboard!

Their bravado

overshadowed their abilities.

I spy with my little eye...

Within hours of

arriving in the city...

Empty your pockets.

...they were arrested for

being in possession of

15 STOLEN ITEMS.

It's very difficult to redeem

a girl like Nellie -

a girl who believes there's

nothing wrong with her.

It's like a high five.

A high foot.

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 a sex delinquent.

Yeah. Sad. Our family unit is

three unwed girls

in a leaky hut.

Are you leaving, Lou?

Oh, don't leave.

Nellie, grab that

hammer and nails.

I have an idea.

A bit higher!

Oh, bloody hell, Lou!

Are you nearly done?!

Ooh!

Oh!

Quick, quick.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on. Hurry up. Quickly.

Make sure that spoon comes back.

I haven't seen you

doing any better, Brenda.

I definitely did

better than Nora -

she was messing up the crops.

I never messed 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 to be

the common denominator -

bad parents, bad children.

Are you calling

my mum a wh*re?

Are you calling

yourself a wh*re?

Society has been drifting away

from what we used to have -

stable homes and full churches.

- When was that?

- Before.

- Yeah, when, though?

- Just before.

Mori 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.

And 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?

I suppose. We had...

dances and...

field trips, an annual picnic.

So, you see? 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 rumour of Louisa's

sexual delinquency

contained images so amoral,

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...

You're out!

...is even more depraved.

My turn. Don't be mean.

It's my turn.

Louisa is the middle child of

three - a boy on either side.

Her home was the picture

of upper-class gentility.

But secrets - even in

a house with six bedrooms,

a study and two toilets -

are hard to keep.

Yeah. That is perfect.

Well done.

You really took onboard

what I said about that.

After years of failing

mathematics,

Louisa's parents intervened

and provided her with a tutor,

unwittingly inviting a perverse

danger into their home.

I'm so sorry, sir.

Her father, a respected

and successful doctor,

wisely used a medically

certified approach -

isolate, treat...

and contain the spread.

- Baa!

- What was that?

Did that sound good?

Did it sound like a lamb?

Kind of.

So, uh...

welcome.

We're gonna try and k*ll all the

rats on the island in one go.

How are we gonna k*ll them?

I've got them hooked on this

stuff over the past few months.

Ooh, I love that stuff.

Yeah. Today it's

laced with poison.

So, we just go around

peanut buttering the island,

and then pick up any dead or

dying rats and just go home?

OK, yeah, that's a pretty

straightforward rat m*ssacre.

Yep.

Any questions?

How long does it take

for rats to die?

- Pretty quick, I reckon.

- I have a question.

Is there any peanut butter

that isn't poisoned?

Well, 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.

Oh, OK. So, you reckon

rats live in heaven too,

or just pets and stuff?

OK, no more questions.

About anything.

Oh, ah. Stay where

I can see you.

Oi, Nellie! Lou!

Look!

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.

Why is that?

A fella died in there.

He was all alone.

Come on.

OK. Carry on. Has anyone

done over there yet?

Good morning, Ma'am.

Good morning, Ma'am.

Can I be of assistance?

Can I be of assistance?

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.

Does she think you guys

don't speak English?

Something to add, Miss?

Oh, no, just that

I'm having a lovely time.

Don't be disrespectful.

Sit up straight. All of you!

What did Mrs MacMillan just

tell you to do with your feet?

Thank you.

Thank you, Mrs MacMillan.

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, as it

may lead to a discussion...

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.

Hmm.

Daisy!

Open up!

By the time Daisy was 11...

Daisy!

...she had been in the care of

seven different foster families.

By the time she was 12,

she'd tried to escape

from all of them.

Get inside!

In such instances,

girls are left without any

sense of right or wrong,

and we must start

entirely from scratch.

All aboard!

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...

the dancing?

Who started it?!

Hands!

Hand!

Hand!

Thank you so much for

making the trip to see us.

I suppose you've read

the Mazengarb Report already?

Oh. Yes. In full.

It's my favourite book -

other than the Bible.

Findings show

that the nation's

become more promiscuous.

The availability of...

contraceptives,

films, comics,

American stuff -

we're fighting a w*r,

and we're not winning.

Unfortunately,

our studies show that

stupid women love to procreate.

There are orgies in the

Hutt 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 'n' roll.

Look,

in some instances...

it's best not to think

of the girls

as the 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

a thing can be?

Squeaky?

No.

Um...

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.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

- ...makes me sick,

makes my heart beat 246,

not because I'm dirty,

not because I'm clean,

not because I kissed

a boy behind a magazine.

Girls, boys, having fun.

Here comes a lady with

a nickel up her bum.

Close your eyes

and count to 10.

If you muck it up,

you're not my friend.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

We didn't muck it up,

so we're still good friends.

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 hammer, oi.

I think there's

something under here.

Whoa! Treasure!

Whoo-hoo!

Do you think this

is still good to drink?

Yeah. That stuff's

like Vegemite -

It has infinite shelf life.

Ew.

Oh, yeah.

Would you like a cigarette?

Oh. Thank you, my dear.

'A new arrival

has joined the island.

'His name is Mr Chan.

'He's 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 Leper's Lean-to.'

That's not a very original name.

- Hey, we found that shack.

It says, 'Every

inch of that beach

'must be tainted

with leprosy by now.'

That's not how leprosy works.

My father's a doctor.

- I thought he owned the marina.

- No, no, no.

That's just a hobby.

My mistake.

So, what happened to him?

It says he lasted the

worst of the winter,

and then died in the spring.

'When 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.'

That's so sad.

I wish he had another Chinese

leper to stay with him.

No, that's dumb, Dais.

You should wish he'd escaped.

Yeah. Yeah. Well, that too.

If I was left alone

on this island,

do you think anyone

would ever find me?

But you're not alone,

'cause we're here.

Yeah, we wouldn't

let that happen.

Come along. This way!

Oh my God. That's the Matron.

Oh sh*t.

She's gonna smell it.

- Oh, yeah.

- Stop it.

- It's for your own good, Mere.

Wait. I think she's

going to another hut.

Come on. This way.

Nellie?

Yeah.

- Where... Where are we going?

- Come on!

- No! No. Please. No!

- We're nearly there, Mere.

- Mere!

- No!

Miss, please! Please!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Miss, please! No!

You wanna come

sleep on the floor?

- Yeah.

- OK. Jump down.

Come on.

Wait. So, did your parents

name you Lou

before or after you

became loose?

About the same time.

Funny fellas.

So, you reckon you're

named you after toilets?

No!

- Daisy!

- Daisy, no.

Louisa.

- That's what the Matron says.

- Yeah, the Matron.

Louisa!

You're a well-to-do young...

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Doctor, you need to

come back in.

Quickly. Probably normal.

There's something going wrong.

Nellie?

It's the Matron.

Did she see you?

No, I don't think so.

Stop looking at the boys!

Unload the boat. Get on with it!

Thank you.

No lingering. Come on!

Hurry up!

- Here you go, love.

- Where's Mere, Miss?

- She had to go to the mainland.

- Why?

- Oh,

just a little health issue.

She'll be fine.

- Will she come back?

- No more questions.

Unload the boat!

Come on. Hurry up.

- Any more?

- Chop chop.

Any more to come off?

Oh, good God!

Mary!

They're throwing eggs!

This will not go unpunished!

One minute you're telling

me they're not getting fed,

the next, they're throwing

their dinner at the windows!

The bloody idiots.

For God's sake!

I'm surprised they

can eat solid food.

Well, your dad's

a doctor, right?

Yeah.

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 letter.

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.

They're 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 fervour for

education and discipline...

a 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!

She's trying to k*ll me!

- No k*lling!

- I'll k*ll you first!

- I'll k*ll you!

- No, I'll k*ll you first!

- I said, no k*lling!

- You two are crazy!

- Get her!

- You're crazy!

- Easy, easy.

- Take the tools off them!

The hammers,

the nails, the saws.

You girls, you're

gonna hurt each other.

Oh. Too stupid for school!

Too uncivilised to be maids!

Too barbaric for woodwork!

Oh! What am I meant

to do with you all?

A few years ago, you would

have been lobotomised!

Oh, but now,

you're fed and clothed...

Come on. Back to work.

Get back to it, eh?

...and all we ask in return

is a bit of bloody weeding!

Anne, are you all right?

Do you want a hand with

your shells? We're fast.

Yeah.

Daisy!

It's about time you

start to speed up, Lou.

It's for your own good.

- Oh, hello.

- It's some new arrivals!

Kia ora! Welcome.

Nau mai. Haere mai.

Kia Ora, whnau!

Ng mihi nui.

Argh!

- English!

Welcome to the island,

where reform and

relaxation go hand in hand.

Jump right in!

Take a bucket of chores,

and be saved by the Lord!

- That's my assistant.

- Oh, right.

- Nice to meet you.

- If you don't mind,

I'll start with an interview

and a series of tests.

- Lovely. Anne!

- What?

- Will you join us?

- No.

- Come on, Anne.

- I didn't do anything; I swear.

- Come on.

- Oh.

- Come on.

- I was doing what I was told.

- Anne, is it?

- Yes. No!

- Why don't you start preparing?

I'll be with you soon.

- Yes, Matron.

- No need to fuss, Anne.

- No! Help me

- Come on, Anne.

- Oh! Don't be so dramatic.

- It's all right.

Argh! No!

Life's easier if

you don't resist.

No!

No!

Are they k*lling her?

Yeah, but why would you

make something so clean,

if you were just gonna go and-

- Nellie.

Stop.

They'll probably

k*ll you first.

Nellie...

if we had escaped

from the last place...

where would we have gone?

Yeah. But we didn't escape,

Dais - we're here.

But if we did...

would you have

taken me with you?

Cos I don't know anyone,

and I don't have a bus pass.

And I don't know how to read

or read signs, and...

I don't know anything, Nell.

Yeah, of course, Daisy.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You can always come with me.

Yeah, if we'd made it,

I would have taken you home.

You promise?

- Cross my heart, hope to die.

- Stick a needle in your eye?

Yeah.

I'm too dainty

to be on my own.

Hey, you know what my koro

used to say about little things,

Daisy?

- What?

Ahakoa he iti he pounamu.

What does that mean?

It means, 'Though

it is small, it is precious.'

Like you and your

weak little wrists.

- Did you guys hear her?

- Yeah, we all could.

Do you think she's OK?

Well, I went in to give her

tea and 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

gonna happen to us?

I don't know.

No.

We have to burn

down that building.

What?

For whoever's next.

Before they go in.

We can't burn down

the building.

- Why not?

- It's ill*gal.

Oh my God, Lou. We're

at a school for delinquents.

What they're doing

in there is worse.

No.

What bit are you

disagreeing with?

- I'm not.

- You know what?

We need a fire starter.

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. We

warned you - we was dangerous.

I just think that we need

to exhaust all other options.

Like what?

What if we get caught?

What are you scared of?

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 -

you don't wanna put yourself

on the line for us.

Forget it.

Me and Daisy will 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,

they 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 a apple, Miss?

My Bible has whole

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!

Faster!

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.

Ah! 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 learned 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.

Room inspection!

Up!

Open.

- Yes, ma'am.

Where are these from?

Sewing class.

- Why are they here?

- A little arts and crafts?

These are a weapon.

Do you want to keep this up?

Impressing your shrinking

audience

with your snide little comments?

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.

Kneel.

Kneel.

There.

Arts and crafts.

Hey, Nellie. Look at this.

This is Matron.

I hate kids.

I hate people. I hate everyone.

Argh! Choo, choo, choo!

I'm dead! I'm dying.

Nellie!

Oi!

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, Anahera.

- 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.

Anahera?

Is it the new part

or the old part, Miss?

New Testament, Anahera!

Why aren't you giving

us that knowledge?

If you don't teach

Daisy to read,

she's never gonna

be able to read.

Excuse me?

We're all here

becoming servants.

That's, like, bottom rung.

How the hell is Daisy

gonna go to heaven,

if she can't read and will

never become civilised?

What, instead of helping her,

you just put her in the yard

and you tell her to weed?

OK, that's stupid.

We're not becoming civilised

on this bloody island;

we're just not

becoming pregnant.

Perhaps that's the best

you can hope for.

f*ck you!

Should I take her

and tub her, Miss?

Thank you, Louisa.

Tracey, help her.

Thank you, girls.

You've been given

too long a leash.

Anyone else?

Colossians 1...

25!

- You ready?

- Yeah.

- Where is it?

- Here.

Nellie, come on!

- Oi! Fire!

- Fire!

Is everyone out?

Is everyone out of the huts?

If we find that one of you

is responsible for this...

so help me, God...

you'll hang.

Nellie!

Daisy!

If you two are

sleeping through this,

I swear to God, I'll have

your guts for garters!

Matron!

- Matron!

- What?

Louisa's gone. I think all

three of them have gone!

We should sail

to the peninsula.

It's the closest beach.

The peninsula? But I don't

know anyone from the peninsula.

It's OK. You'll know us.

It's a raft and paddles.

We've built everything

else here;

we're gonna build this.

- Yeah.

OK.

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 gonna need

the big tins from the kitchen

to help us float.

We have to sneak into the

schoolroom and pinch whatever

tools we can find.

No! Help me!

We have to burn

down that building.

What?

What are you scared of?

You know you won't

get put in there.

So I get it - you don't wanna

put yourself on the line for us.

Hey.

I've thought about it, and I'm

gonna help you with the fire,

whatever the plan is.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I hate that f*cking place.

Let's burn it to the ground.

- What is this?

- It's our flag!

To signal we've

returned victorious.

Hey, Lou. You've gotta

impress the Matron.

You've gotta sit at the front,

say your prayers,

speak in tongues, get promoted.

We've gotta get

the kerosene somehow.

Would you say you conquered

the desires of the

flesh, Lousia?

I've learned 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,

we need the kerosene...

...from the kitchens.

I've got it.

I can't believe

The Matron fell for it.

It's cos she likes

her, eh, Cuz?

- Did you just call me Cuz?

- We're cuz, Cuz.

- Oh.

- Are you sure you're gonna be

OK in Tracey's hut?

- Of course.

- I'm gonna miss you.

- Oh. I'm gonna miss you too.

Guys. We...

are going...

to burn it down!

Yes!

Room inspection!

We're not becoming civilised

on this bloody island;

we're just not

becoming pregnant!

Perhaps that's the best

you can hope for.

f*ck you!

Fill it up.

Are you stupid, Nellie?

How are you gonna

set fire to the building,

if you're locked up inside it?

Tonight.

- Lou, you're late!

- Oh my God. Oh my God.

I know. Come on. Come on!

Lou, come on!

Girls, run!

Go! Go!

Daisy, go get the paddles.

Here.

Uh, OK, girls, uh,

we'll get you to...

split off into pairs and...

and go look for them.

Inside and out.

Uh, you two, go that way.

You two can go that way.

All right. You two,

come with me.

We'll have a look in the forest.

You others, have a look down

by the schoolhouse.

Stay together, girls! Come on!

OK. Get up. Go! Go!

Get on!

You have to stop

paddling, Daisy!

Get on! Get on!

Faster, Lou. Come on!

Faster! Faster!

Well, you come upstairs,

but not to talk.

You stay a little while, then

you do a little walk on home.

I hear you downstairs

smoking cigarettes.

I hear you talking sh*t,

cos you ain't got nothing

to talk about at all.

So you took me to the party

and you got me alone,

said you wanna feel good,

and you feel like

you're gonna explode.

Well, I don't care,

can't pay attention.

And I don't give a damn

about your intentions at all.

Whoo-hoo!

Ooh-ooh-ooh.

Well, pass me the whiskey,

pass me the gin -

pass me whatever

there's drink left in.

Well, I don't care if

it's 7 in the morning.

For all I care, it could

be the second coming.

Well, you say you

can't take it any more.

You can't live like this,

it's a really big deal.

Well, I don't care,

can't pay attention.

And I don't give a f*ck

about your intentions at all.

Ooh-ooh-ooh.

Ow!

We're all right.

We're always all right.

We're all right.

We're always all right.

We're all right.

We're always

all right, all right,

we'll be all right.