The island has a long history
of welcoming lost souls.
[Enigma] Alice and Jack Munro vanished,
leaving their tiny baby girl alone in her crib.
That baby was me.
- [woman over phone] It's Connie. - [Enigma] When did it happen?
[Margie] Rose found her just now.
[Enigma] Found these on the dining room table.
Connie left you her house.
This has got to be some sort of mistake.
Give me 500 words on that, Sophie.
[Connie] I don't really know you,
but I need someone joyful in my house,
and on the island.
We'll need it now more than ever.
- [Sophie] I think we know each other. - [Callum] Yeah, Thailand.
- Um... - It was a million years ago.
[Rose] Come to the island.
We could use some fresh blood, that's for sure.
[Connie] Make up your own story.
Write whatever ending you want.
[The Weepies' "Can't Go Back Bow"]
♪ ♪
♪ Yesterday, when you were young ♪
♪ Everything you needed done was done for you ♪
♪ Now you do it on your own ♪
♪ But you find you're all alone ♪
♪ What can you do? ♪
♪ You and me ♪
♪ Walk on, walk on, walk on ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't go back now ♪
♪ You know there will be days ♪
♪ When you're so tired that you can't take another step ♪
♪ The night will have no stars ♪
♪ And you'll think you've gone ♪
♪ As far as you will ever get ♪
♪ You and me ♪
♪ Walk on, walk on, walk on ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't go back now ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Go where you want to go ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Be what you want to be ♪
♪ If you ever turn around
♪ You'll see me ♪
♪ Walk on, walk on, walk on ♪
♪ You can't go back now ♪
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- Morning.
I saw you swimming out here.
And I thought I'd come down and say hello.
- You settling in?
- Yeah.
I've been doing a bit of exploring, too.
- Ah, already.
- Did you know that the record in the museum
is a different size to the original one?
- Well, that record was old.
Probably broken.
- Yeah, it's no big deal.
It just struck me as odd.
[dishes clink]
- Connie.
Don't know what we're gonna do with that.
What did you do with your parents?
- Lost them on a train somewhere in Peru.
I was gonna scatter their ashes on the salt plains.
My mom really liked salt.
- I think we should drink her, just a pinch, in our tea.
♪ ♪
♪ Down by the river by the boat ♪
♪ Where everybody goes to be alone ♪
♪ Where you won't see any rising sun ♪
♪ Down to the river we will run ♪
♪ Oh my god, I see ♪
♪ Down by the riverside ♪
[glasses clink]
- It's, uh, kind of textured.
- Rotten eggs and sandpaper.
Not inappropriate.
- Hey, Rose.
I was looking through the photos in Billy's book.
Um, do you remember him taking those photos?
[engine chugging]
[soft music]
- Hello.
- Ahoy!
- You're from the "Sunday Telegraph."
- Yeah.
Billy Thrum.
- They said you were bringing a photographer.
- I take my own.
[splash] [groan]
- [chuckle]
- Beautiful.
- Hmm.
[baby babbling]
- There she is.
The mystery baby Munro.
- It's this way.
- Was it love at first sight, he and Connie?
- Not at all.
Strictly business.
- Nice couple.
Good tenants, but they kept to themselves.
- I hear he might have had a thing for the horses.
Gambler?
- That's the rumor.
We don't have a photo of Jack, unfortunately.
But this is-- was Alice.
- You both found the baby?
- She was in her cot.
- And she was crying.
- Smiling.
She woke up when we walked in.
And she smiled right at us.
- [chuckles]
- Look over here.
Don't you think it's strange how
they left all their clothes?
All of Alice's lovely silk dresses.
- Alice's white dress, it wasn't in the wardrobe.
So do you think she was wearing it when she went missing?
- We searched for it. We never found it.
Why are you so curious?
- Connie gave me the house, so I guess she
wanted me to be interested.
- You're not planning on writing an article
about the mystery, are you?
- No.
My editor wants me to take another angle.
And I gotta pay the bills, so.
- Huh.
Now Connie's gone.
There's quite a big hole to fill.
Join the family business.
- [chuckle] What would I do?
- Cook.
The gift shop used to do a roaring
trade in Connie's baking.
- Cooking is sadly not my forté.
- You might surprise yourself.
- It's pretty whiffy in there.
Got a 10:00 a.m. group.
[mumbles to self]
- Where's Ollie? Is he--
- Asleep.
- Nice.
- I thought I'd use the time to work on the new books.
Be productive.
I made these.
Anyone who gave us baby presents, they're getting one.
- Wow.
- We need to change the nappy bins twice a day.
My mom's gonna start up her
passive-aggressive aromatherapy.
Forgot what it was like living with her.
Eggshells.
[baby crying]
- Here, let me.
- He's hungry.
- I can give him a bottle.
You go back to bed.
- Well, these are for later.
[laughs] There's not enough anyway.
- Can I make him some formula?
Sorry.
- Why don't you go for your run?
- Hey. - Hey.
- Oh!
Oh, shit.
You okay?
Hey, you get that.
- [chuckle] Whoops.
- Oh, hey, can I have a sip of this?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah?
Hey, uh, is this whole thing awkward?
You know, with Thailand and--
- Yeah, well, we can avoid each other.
- Tomorrow night at yours, we can avoid each other?
- What's tomorrow night?
- Dinner at Connie's.
Third Friday of every month.
We tried to skip it once.
It didn't go well.
- Oh, and you think that's still gonna be a thing,
even though she's no longer--
- I would check that.
- Okay, I'll check.
- Thanks.
- Here, let me help you.
- Thanks.
- Just here?
- Yeah, that's just great.
Yeah.
- Okay.
- How's-- how's Grace going with her--
her stitches and--
- Yeah-- oh, shit!
Yeah. Great.
She's not complaining.
She's amazing.
- She's a trooper.
- Yeah, yeah, absolutely.
- [exhale]
- Ah.
I remember that. - Yeah.
Hmm.
- Yeah, so, so--
I guess we met at the funeral then.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just met at the funeral.
Cool. Well, I'm glad that--
- I better go. - Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah. - I'm glad we sorted that.
- Okay, well. - Yeah.
- Have fun. - Yes, you go.
- See you. - Go parent.
[nervous laugh]
Yeah.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
♪
[knock on door]
- Hi.
- Rose rang to say we should share these with you.
Mom's recipe books.
[clang]
We won't drop you in it.
We'll get organized together.
- Margie, I think I might be more useful with the mystery
side of things.
Not proud of it, but I am Thai takeaway, through and through.
I was thinking of going down to look at the birth records.
- We'll start you on the marble cake,
then graduate you to the chocolate drip
with cream-cheese icing, drizzled
with a dark-chocolate ganache.
How does that sound?
- Impossible.
- Come with me.
This was grandpa's bomb shelter.
- [exhale] This house.
- I never met him.
But Mom said he was paranoid the Russians had found him.
So he holed up down here.
- Hmm.
Connie's hidden treasure.
- Mom kept it stocked for all her parties.
She loved the house being full.
- Aww, people person.
Like you, Margie.
- Oh, wow.
There's a box of old romance novels.
This is so my jam.
Wow.
[phone ringing]
- Hello, darling?
Are you on your way back?
We need the food.
- Mom, we need a new solicitor.
I saw the glint in his eye.
And I've seen it before.
Sophie has gotten to Ian.
- Who's Ian?
- The solicitor.
Pay attention.
We need Sophie out of the house.
Eradicate her.
- Oh, that's lovely, sweetheart.
Tell me all about it when you get back.
- Mom, is Sophie there with you?
- Okay. I'll see you soon.
- She's there, isn't she?
- Love you.
- Mom.
[disconnect tone]
- Everything okay?
- Everything's wonderful.
Oh.
- Good.
[Dan Croll's "Home"]
♪ ♪
♪ I'd forgotten how it feels with the carpet under my seat ♪
- We're gonna have to get rid of that.
♪ That wrap around my feet ♪
♪ Feels like home ♪
- I am so sorry.
♪ Home ♪
♪ When you're down and you're alone ♪
- Hey.
♪ It's a train that brings you home ♪
♪ And your mother, brother, sister, ♪
♪ father waiting at the door ♪
♪ It's so sweet ♪
♪ Sweet ♪
♪ Makes me glad I'm only a stone's throw away ♪
♪ Oh, home, home ♪
[baby crying]
- [groan]
- Mastitis.
- I never had mastitis.
- You didn't breastfeed.
- Just a bit fiddly with my nipples.
They said she was lazy.
- Hot towel, Callum, and some cabbage leaves.
- Uh.
- Connie's garden.
- [sigh] Fuck.
- You need some help?
- Oh. Hey.
Yeah.
Do I take the small ones, the big ones?
I don't know what I'm doing here.
- Outside leaves the best.
- Outside leaves.
Okay, cool.
Thanks, Rose.
[baby crying]
- Ouch.
- Put those in the freezer.
She'll need them all.
- Where's Mom?
- She went back to bed, I think.
- --unsolved mystery in Australia.
The Doughty sisters still live here on the island
and raised me as their own.
- What the fuck is Dad doing?
- Giving Sophie boat lessons, making sure she's safe.
- You know what your father's like, V. Legs like that,
can't help himself.
Nice bunch, Margie.
Why don't you open up the gift shop and I'll
give them a good show inside?
Look, be intrigued, but please do not touch the bloodstones.
[engine whirring]
- Hey.
- So, Sophie stole Nana's house.
And then all of a sudden, you're giving her boat lessons.
- Well, she's here now.
She's been helping your mother out, getting
stuck into the business.
Your mom's got a lot on her plate, if you haven't noticed.
- I'm actually thinking about signing
up for a photography class.
- I get stuck into the business.
I'm the one doing all of the pack muling.
And on top of that, I'm thinking
about starting a podcast on the Baby Monroe mystery.
- Thinking, yes.
But you never actually do anything.
- What about you, Dad?
What do you do when you're not drooling all over Sophie?
God, can't you just watch porn like everyone else?
- Well, at least I'm not--
- What, Dad?
- --divorced, living with my parents.
- Oh my god.
You're a sociopath.
- It's that short course down at the--
- I'm not drooling over anyone.
- --so I can figure out all those bits on the camera
that I've never understood.
- [grumble]
- Okay.
- [groan]
- Smoothie?
[music playing]
♪ ♪
- Yeah, so you gotta keep the title deed safe.
But the important thing is the house is now officially yours.
- I'm still pinching myself.
- Well, I could do that for you.
Add it to my billable hours.
[chuckle]
- And thank you for meeting me here.
I wanted to look into the Alice and Jack story
a little bit more.
- Anything in particular?
- So the way the story goes, Alice and Jack invited
Connie and Rose to tea.
The baby was there.
But they were gone.
And the weirdest part is is the police have no idea who they
are or where they came from.
Veronica has this theory that they
staged their disappearance.
They left the baby there.
- Yeah.
Veronica has a lot of theories.
[scoff] I probably shouldn't tell you this.
But Veronica tried to get me to evict you.
- [scoff]
- I told her she didn't have a leg to stand on.
And she accused me of having a crush.
Even though I'd only--
I'd only just met you for five seconds.
- There is one young man who I believe will capture your heart
when you come to the island.
I feel as though it may be fated.
- Do you know what I find so lame is when people our age say
things like "crush," right?
It's like, we're not teenagers. - No.
No. Exac-- yes.
- Yeah.
If you're an adult, and you're attracted to someone,
you should just say it. - Say it.
- Yes. - You just say it.
- Yeah, exactly.
Anyway, thank you so much.
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna go have a look
at the immigration records.
- Do you want some help?
Because I'm pretty good with files and things.
- Let's call it 3.05.
- Yeah, good man.
- You can have him back now.
- I'll, uh-- [clears throat] I'll get him.
Sorry.
Okay.
Whee!
[whooshing sounds]
- And you, Grace, how are you feeling?
- I'm good.
- Tired?
- Not really.
- How about emotionally?
- Good.
Feeling good.
- What does "good" mean to you?
- Uh.
Fine.
Not bad.
- Any feelings of--
of hopelessness?
- No.
- Anxiety?
- No.
- What about in the past?
Any history of depression?
- No.
- Well, I mean.
[clears throat] You know, what about uni?
- Uh, well, that was a breakup.
It's irrelevant.
- Any intrusive thoughts?
- This is feeling a little intrusive.
- I'll bet.
I'm sorry about that.
- Maybe the mastitis might be worth mentioning.
- Oh, you have mastitis?
- It's better today.
- You have mastitis, but no trouble feeding?
Grace, would you like to talk to our neonatal counselor?
- Why?
- Well, post-natal depression and anxiety
presents in 15% of new mums.
- Oh, I didn't know that.
- And 10% of new dads.
Throw in a traumatic birth, it's something to be on top
of, you know, catch early.
More often than not, mothers who don't--
don't hold their babies when they come in--
- I'm always holding him.
I'm always.
Aren't I?
All I do is hold him.
Fuck her.
- No, no.
- Fuck you, too, for not defending me.
- I did, after you left.
- Where's the car?
- It's here, isn't it?
- Well, I don't know.
You dropped me off, remember?
[baby crying]
- Ah, here.
Here.
It's up here.
[tires screech]
[baby crying]
[honking]
[crash]
[baby screaming]
Hey, you good?
Come on.
[phone pinging]
- Oh, god.
- What?
- No.
Veronica.
"Since you're on the mainland, you might as well be
the pack mule for delivery."
What's up with that list?
- Huh. It's not a list.
That's a test.
- How am I supposed to get all that shit on the boat?
- I have a car.
I can help.
- Thank you.
[sigh] Okay.
Wait a minute.
What's this?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Can that be right?
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[grunt] Ah, I think we're good.
[sigh]
♪ ♪
- Um.
So how do you know Veronica?
- Ah, we went to uni together.
She set me up with her brother.
- You and Thomas?
- Yeah, Thomas Doring.
That's what we call him.
It's like a-- yeah.
- Okay.
- So why do you have your boat license?
- My daughter loves boats.
Caitlin, she's six.
- Ah.
And her mom?
- Helen.
She's 36.
Yeah, we-- we co-nest.
We live together to save money.
But we haven't had sexual intercourse
since April, if you include--
[sloshing]
- Why is there water in here?
[engine powering down]
[engine stalling]
- Shit.
- Oh, shit.
Oh my god.
Jesus, it's-- it's getting in the fuel tank.
I don't know where it's coming from.
- [whistle]
Faster, faster.
[hammering]
- Good morning, Billy. - Hi.
Good morning, Connie.
- It's nice to see you again.
- Um, the police, they found the--
- The bodies?
- The boat.
Washed up.
Do you recognize it?
- Yes.
It's Alice and Jack's.
- They're saying, based on the storm, what they found,
there's no chance anyone would have survived.
- Dreadful.
We should probably tell Rose.
- We can only hope.
This kind of situation, doesn't look good.
- This boat is fucked.
- Oh!
[fog horn]
Someone's coming.
- I'm over here!
We're okay!
[whistling]
[laughs]
[whistle]
[fog horn]
[crickets chirping]
[silverware clinking]
- Do you two know each other?
- They're here together, Thomas.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Thank you.
- My pleasure.
- Our first island dinner without Connie.
We'll get used to it.
- What kind of mother?
- What was that, sweetheart?
- It's the name of the new podcast I'm starting.
"What Kind of Mother Would Leave Behind Her Daughter?"
- Oh.
- You've got a really great face for audio.
- Oh!
[laughter]
- Nice throw.
- Thank you.
- I want to hear from Sophie.
Ian said that you made a breakthrough
in the case today, Sophie.
Have you found something?
- 40-year-old Nancy Drew right here.
- 39.
- And 1/2.
- It's nothing.
- Well, huh.
It's not nothing.
- Well, come on.
Go on.
- No, really.
It's-- it's nothing.
- Is it scandalous?
- No.
No, not at all.
It's--
- Tell us. - Come on.
- It's obviously something.
Come on, tell us.
- Okay.
Is there any chance that Alice and Jack
might have been Russian?
- Russian?
[gasp] I do like vodka.
[laughter]
- And your furry hats, your mink stole.
- Oh, darling, there's no difference between wearing fur
and eating lamb for dinner.
Your generation gets so complicated about things.
And what's wrong with store-bought nappies?
- Planet's fucked.
- Uh-huh. - Oh.
Sorry, Lily.
- Well, I mean, it's not going to get unfucked.
I'm not apologizing to a toddler, Deborah.
It's not getting unfucked because you wash cloth nappies
in my laundry sink, you know.
- So, Russian?
- Yeah.
At the library today, there are over 100 Jack
Munros in the birth records.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
- But no marriage records that match the dates, even
approximately, to an Alice.
- Hmm. - Yeah.
- Well, that's why I don't think that they were married.
- You've never said that, V.
- It'll be in the second episode of my podcast, Auntie.
Go on, Sophie.
- Well, Margie, you mentioned that your granddad
thought the Russians were coming or had come.
So I just thought that maybe the immigration
records were worth a look.
- Oh. That's good.
- Yeah, and maybe they weren't born Alice and Jack Munro.
Maybe they were born, say, Alisa and Ivan Moronovosky.
- Oh.
- Ivan being the Russian version of Jack.
- I did not know that.
- You mean, for example.
- Actually, no.
It turns out that there was an Ivan and Alisa Moronovosky who
arrived in Sydney in 1961 by boat and, on arrival,
changed their names to Alice and Jack Munro.
- Wow!
- Sophie!
[clamoring]
- That's amazing.
- There was that Russian folk album
that used to be in the museum. - Yeah.
"World Music." Rose.
- I don't remember.
- Where's that record now, Rose?
- You would have known if they were foreign.
Did my parents have an accent?
- Nice couple.
- Good tenants.
But--
- They kept to themselves.
- You'd remember an accent.
- Yeah.
- Oh, I think you should all stop badgering Rose.
It was a long time ago. And memories fade.
- Anyway, Russians aside, the really interesting
part is that the-- ow!
- God, can you stop playing footsies with the lawyer?
- Veronica, you were right.
They weren't married.
- Oh.
[chuckle] I'm a bastard.
Who cares? Good for them.
- But legally, they couldn't be married.
Because-- do you want to?
- Why?
- Oh.
- Come on.
- It seems that
they
were possibly
brother and sister.
[shouting]
[laughter]
- Oh my god.
- [cough] - Oh, god.
- Oh.
- [cough]
- You'd be surprised. Brother-sister incest is a common fantasy.
Top 10 in the search terms on Pornhub.
- How do you know that?
- Top 6, I believe.
- How do you know that?
- Could we change the subject, please?
- You do have that funny toe, Mom.
- [chuckle]
- That's right.
- I don't know why you're smiling.
You're genetically compromised if I am.
- I want to see the funny toe.
I want to see the funny toe.
- Get off me! Get off me!
Stop it.
Don't touch, Veronica.
No!
[baby crying]
- I'll get him.
- No.
He's hungry.
[baby crying]
- Don't touch it! Stop it!
Stop now.
- I saw it!
- Here, let me.
- Mom never let us in here.
You see?
It's locked.
- Actually, I'm wearing an open-toed shoe.
- Wait a minute.
- No.
- How's fatherhood?
- It's tough.
- So.
- How's it going?
- Hot, yeah?
Or is it just me?
- Arm wrestle?
[mysterious music]
- Oh.
♪ ♪
Cool.
♪ ♪
- Can you see anything?
[clattering]
- Uh.
No, not yet.
♪ ♪
I think I've got them.
Russian folk music, right?
♪ ♪
Yes.
Found it.
[scream]
- Sophie?
Sophie? - No.
No, it's fine.
I thought I--
I thought I saw something.
Is that-- oh my god.
[chuckles]
- You think you're so clever, don't you?
You should never have brought her here.
- Tell them.
It's time.
- [scream]
- Wow.
- [panting] Wha--
Oh my God.
Where'd you find this?
- Connie had it in that locked room downstairs.
- What do you mean?
- And it was just there, like it was waiting for us.
- But that doesn't make any sense.
I mean, it's been lost since mom was lost.
- Do you think--
- Wait, are these bloodstains?
- Wow, that is a, um--
- How long has she had it?
- How many years have we been looking for it?
- Don't touch--
- Wasn't she wearing it when she disappeared?
- It's pretty old.
- I don't know.
I don't know why she wouldn't want it in a museum.
- Mom's dress.
- Oh my god. - No, no.
Sophie found.
It was all Sophie.
- [sigh]
[music playing]
♪ ♪
- "What Kind of Mother?"
♪ ♪
My podcast.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
- Look, if you're gonna stick around,
you may as well make yourself useful.
♪ ♪
♪