1:41:04
[Clattering]
1:41:10
I came to depend so much
on Greta McCraw.
1:41:14
So much masculine intellect.
1:41:18
I came to rely
on that woman.
1:41:21
Trust her.
1:41:23
How could she allow herself
to be spirited away?
1:41:27
Lost.
1:41:29
Raped.
1:41:32
Murdered in cold blood
like a silly schoolgirl
1:41:35
on that wretched
Hanging Rock.
1:41:46
Will Sara Waybourne be coming
back this term, madame?
1:41:50
Oh!
1:41:53
Now where was I?
1:41:56
Oh, yes!
Bournemouth.
1:42:01
What a delightful place!
1:42:04
Nothing changed. Ever.
1:42:11
Dirty kids.
1:42:49
Oh!
1:42:51
Oh! Oh!
1:42:54
[Knocking at door,
woman screaming]