Picnic at Hanging Rock Page #4

Did you speak to anyone?

There must have been something.

Was there a man?

Her legs were quite severely scratched.

From running through the brambles,

I should imagine.

Nothing else?

Nothing I could detect.

She hadn't been...

...molested?

No, no, nothing like that.

I have examined her.

She is quite intact.

Since you won't tell me all the details,

how can I give you an opinion, Lionel?

There are no details.

People just don't disappear, my dear.

Not without good reason.

There's talk, is there?

Not just gossip.

People have...

...theories.

Go on.

Well, it couldn't be local.

What couldn't?

No one around here would

do a thing like that.

lve just told you, Sergeant.

I simply noticed these three young ladies

crossing the creek.

What did they look like?

The girls. Describe them to me.

The first one was tall and dark.

... then there was the little dumpy one.

... then a girl with glasses...

...and...

...the last one was... slim and fair.

That's four.

Pardon?

A few minutes ago you said

there was only three of them.

Oh, oh, yes.

That's because the... dumpy one

was back a little.

Then they... er... moved off

into the trees

and that's the last we saw of them.

Perhaps we could go a little higher.

I was tired.

I sat down on a log.

Which log, Edith? This one?

Look around you, darling.

Maybe you can see it now.

Is that the one? You went that way?

I don't know.

I was tired. lm tired now.

There is one thing I remember.

What do you remember, Edith? Tell us.

It was when I was coming down,

when I was running.

It was a cloud.

What sort of a cloud?

It was red.

I remember it clearly.

It was just after I passed Miss McCraw.

Who did you say you saw?

Miss McCraw. She was going up the hill

as I was going down.

Did she stop?

Did you speak?

No. She was too far away.

She was about as far away as those

dead trees are over there.

She was funny.

Funny?

How?

ld rather not say.

You must, Edith.

It could be very important.

Its rude.

Les pantalons.

She had no skirt. Just les pantalons.

Drawers?

You mean she was just

wearing drawers?

One last go.

For the bloodhound.

Miranda.

Hello!

Why didn't you tell us

you followed the four girls?

Because...

...I didn't exactly follow them.

I just jumped across the creek and

walked towards the rock for a little way.

I was curious.

In England young ladies like that wouldn't

be allowed to go walking in the forest.

Not alone, anyway.

But they'd gone by the time

ld come out of the trees

so I turned back.

As the girls were jumping the creek...

...what were you thinking of?

Ah, Michael!

Oh, Michael!

The old man hired me

to look after the horses.

lm buggered if lm gonna be a lackey

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