Banished (2015): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

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No!

Shh! Shh!

Tommy, shut her up, for God's sake!

It's a dream, it's a dream. Elizabeth.

Soldiers!

- Where is she?
- Search the hut!

Sarge!

No! No, no, no!

- Let me do this!
- No!

Let me do this, I will let you go.



- No.
- Let me do this!

No!

- No!
- So be it, bitch, thieving hag.

Get your rations, stow your
bags and get outside! Now!

Yes, boss.

- I'm sorry, master.
- Yes, boss.

Keep those lines moving,
one pancake each.

Yes, boss.

If it is your day to shave,
make sure you eat first.

Blade down, boss.

Thank you.

Not seen you before.

James.

When a man tells you his name,



it is only common decency
to tell him yours.

It's common sense, too,

otherwise he might give you a name

and in five minutes that name
could be all over the camp...

Gertrude.

- Anne.
- Pleased to meet you, Anne.

Have you got yourself a soldier, Anne?

Yes.

I do not mind sharing.

I like men, James.

- Grown-up men.
- Mmm-hmm.

What is his name?

- One pancake.
- One Pancake?

Strange name. Is it Spanish, Anne?

Give me back my food.

Give me back my food right now!

Give me back my food,
you big, bullying bastard!

Give me it!

Will someone help me, please?

Is there not one man amongst you?

Give it back!

How dare you?

- Do as he says.
- In the name of God,

she is a woman,
you have stolen food from a woman.

- Give it back.
- Do as he says.

How can you possibly enjoy that?

Thank you.

Give it back! Give me my food back!

How dare you show off in front of that?

That is not a woman.

That is scum!

How dare you abuse me
for a bit of scum?

How dare you!

Any time you like, Tommy Barrett.

Any time at all.

- Out of bounds.
- I need to get in.

To steal your mate's food?

- To get my food.
- You've had your food.

- Someone stole it.
- Who?

Please let me in.

Tell me who it was that stole
your food and I'll think about it.

I will not always be a convict!

Listen up! Breakfast is over!

On your feet! Get to work!

You heard the sergeant.
On your feet! Move it!

Keep it moving,

you bunch of tail-friskers.

If you do not work, you do not eat!

If you do not eat, you die!

Spragg, Freeman, log-roping detail.

- Elizabeth Quinn?
- Yes, boss.

You were found in
one of the men's huts this morning.

- Yes, boss.
- What were you doing there?

I was sleeping with the man I love.

You manage that by sleeping all alone.

Elizabeth.

Can I help you, Mrs Johnson?

I think Mrs Johnson
is shocked at a woman

brazenly walking into the men's hut
to have sex.

I did not do that, boss.

I crept into his bed
when they were all asleep.

I intended to leave
while they were still asleep

but I had a nightmare and I screamed

and I woke 'em all
and brought the soldiers running.

- You heard this scream?
- Yes, sir.

I entered the dormitory.

She ran. I pursued her and caught her.

Had I shagged him,
he would have let me go.

- That is not true, sir.
- It is true, boss.

But sorry, Private Buckley,

no matter how hard things are here,

how hungry I am, how desperate,
I will never ever shag a soldier.

Would you, Mrs Johnson?

No, I would not.

I'm married already, you see.

Who was the man you slept with?

- What will you do to him?
- We will punish him.

- How?
- That is no business of yours.

- You will hang him.
- Yes.

Who was he?

I will have you flogged
if you do not answer.

Who was he?

Does he love you?

Yes.

- And is he a good man?
- The best.

Would such a man stand by
and see you flogged?

How many lashes before he intervenes?
Four? Five?

Why take even four or five?

Tell me now
and spare yourself that pain.

So you can hang him all the sooner?

To hell with you.

To hell with you all.

Reverend? How many lashes?

- You want me to state a number?
- Yes.

Minimum 25, maximum 200.

- Twenty-five.
- Mrs Johnson?

Twenty-five.

- Major Ross?
- Fifty.

- Captain Collins?
- Twenty-five.

Elizabeth Quinn,
you have the dubious honour

of being the first woman flogged
in New South Wales.

Twenty-five lashes at 12 o'clock today.

Take her away.

I need to speak to James Freeman.

- Shall I bring him to you?
- Yes.

And in return?

A wank?

No.

What, then?

I want you.

Then you may have me.

If after you have had me,

you do not bring me James Freeman,

I will personally cut your throat.

I will bring you James Freeman.

Sir.

- You want me, sir?
- Yes.

- Twenty-five lashes, 12 o'clock.
- Sir.

- And lay it on.
- Sir.

I want to see her weep.

"Her"?

What?

You wish me to flog a woman, sir?

A whore.

Sir.

What the fuck was that?

Freeman?

I need this man for 10 minutes.

Freeman!

They caught you this morning, then?

Yes. Tommy must not know.

- Has he shagged you?
- Private Buckley?

Yes.

Yes.

- You let him?
- Yes.

And all you have said about soldiers.

I needed him to fetch you.

When they start to flog me,

they will say it will cease
when the man I was with steps forward.

Tommy will step forward
and Major Ross will hang him.

What should I do?

Make sure Tommy says nothing
and does nothing.

Say to him, "It is only 25 lashes.

"She can take 25 lashes

"but she cannot take losing you."

Thank you.

I know you shagged her.

But luckily for you,
she did not notice.

Anything else I can do for you?

I served my purpose now?

Yes, darlin'.

Slut!

Sergeant Timmins again, sir.

- Private Buckley.
- Let them in.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Private Buckley says he will
flog the whore, sir.

I lack the stomach for it, sir.

You are doing it.

I will not be able to lay it on, sir.

Private Buckley will.

You will be able to lay it on?

- Yes, sir.
- Why?

Because it is what
you have ordered, sir.

There is nothing personal
between you and the whore?

No, sir.

Sir?

Get out.

- Sir!
- Sir!

Not you, Sergeant.

At ease.

You will not need to give her 25.

After two or three, the man
involved will step forward,

we will hang him
and all will be resolved.

- Sir.
- You can give her two or three?

If I must, sir.

You must. Dismissed.

A, C and E men to watch a flogging.

No food until it is over.

Stubby. Stay close to me, say nothing.

A, C and E men to watch a flogging.

- No food until it is over.
- I'm going to need your help.

Did you hear? A, C and E men
to witness a flogging.

Come with me now.

Company, fix bayonets!

Form a square.

Face to the post.

He goes nowhere, lads.

- Whatever it takes.
- What are you doing?

Tell me what's happening here.

They are flogging Lizzie.

- I will not let this happen.
- You must.

- No, you don't.
- I've got him, lads.

- Remove your blouse.
- No.

The cloth will get into the wounds.
They will take longer to heal.

- I am touched by your concern, boss.
- Rip it from her.

You will not!

Why so shy? Is there someone here
whom she has not fucked?

That is what he wants you to do, Tommy.

- How many?
- Twenty-five.

She told me to tell you that
she can take 25 lashes,

she cannot take losing you.

Begin.

One.

Convict women belong to my soldiers.

You do not go anywhere near a woman
unless she's your wife.

If she is not your wife,

she belongs to my men.

Two.

- Stay where you are!
- What manner of man are you,

to stand and watch a woman flogged?

What kind of coward does this? Three.

The easy thing is to intervene, Tommy.

Intervene, get hanged, break her heart.
Well, I will not allow that.

Three.

Lay it on, man.

You flog this whore or you die.

You flog this whore or you die.

You see the difference between
my soldiers and scum such as you?

No soldier would stand by
and watch this happen.

Four.

I can watch her take it.

You love her no more than I

and I can watch it, so why not you?

Why not you, you selfish bastard?

Scum must not breed. Five.

On pain of death,
you do not touch a woman.

Six.

- Seven.
- Do nothing,

I'm warning you, keep your bag shut.

Eight.

Do nothing.

Nine.

Ten.

I fainted?

How are you?

Sore.

I have brought seawater.

Not yet.

Do not worry.

I shall not give you away.

You need willow bark,
it's good for the pain.

We have no willow bark.

Private MacDonald has.

He'll swap you for some food.

Thank you.

Hurry up, keep those queues moving.

Come on!
Eat your rations and get back to work.

Pick on someone else.

Spread the pain a bit.

See if anyone does for you
what you did for that whore.

Mouth.

Give me some.

I cannot.

- I helped you this morning.
- I know.

But I cannot help you now.

Nearly there.

That's it. One more.

Good.

I have a question for you.

Hmm?

What's that?

Willow bark.

We got it from Private MacDonald.

A soldier did you a good turn?

No. We gave our food for it.

- Your food?
- Yes.

What do you want?

Nothing.

What is your question?

Will you marry me?

You have said yes?

Yes.

It was his bed
you were in this morning?

- No, boss.
- I will assume it was.

And I will assume that you love him.

Yes, boss.

- Do you think he loves you?
- I know it.

He does not.

He stood and watched
while you were flogged.

Captain Collins?

You have a wife
and two children in England.

- Am I ever likely to see them again?
- Nevertheless.

And you, you have a husband there.

A husband?

No. A parasite.

How can you marry
when you are already married?

You can declare
their previous marriages annulled.

On what grounds?

We cannot sleep together
unless we marry.

But now we cannot even marry.

- Reverend Johnson?
- Yes?

Is there any way in which
these two people can marry?

No.

I will lie with the woman I love
and I will do so tonight.

I am an innocent man

and I should...

I should not even be
in this godforsaken place

so I am damned
if I will let you treat me this way!

I will lie with her
and you may hang me for it.

- Permission to go after him, boss?
- Granted.

Tommy Barrett! Tommy!

Please, please.

I do not wish Tommy Barrett
to die over a thing like this.

Do you?

He is a convict, sir.

If he dies,
it is one less mouth to feed.

London will be sending more women.

Sir.

In the meantime, should we
not share those we have?

Sir?

Is it right for your soldiers
to keep the women to themselves?

It is right, sir, yes.

My men are all volunteers.

They are 10,000 miles from home

in a godforsaken corner
of a godforsaken country

across a godforsaken ocean.

They barely eat.

They barely drink.

Take away their women, sir,

and they will rebel.

Come on, put your backs into it!

Sir?

This is not England, Captain Collins.

This is a godforsaken corner
of a godforsaken country

across a godforsaken ocean.

I will not do it, sir.

Do what?

You are about to ask me
to annul Tommy Barrett's marriage

and Elizabeth Quinn's and...

I will not, sir.

Can I? As Governor?

Yes.

Annulment is a legal matter.
But you cannot marry them, sir.

That is sacramental.
Only Reverend Johnson may do that.

Thank you.

Sir.

I cannot marry them.

If their spouses were dead,
would you do it?

- Yes.
- They are as good as dead.

As good as dead is not dead.

They will never see them again.

How can you know that?
How can you know God's will?

Do they love each other?

Though they be convicts,

- do they love each other?
- Yes.

That is all that matters.
The rest is mere ritual.

It is more than ritual.
They take a solemn oath.

"To love, honour and obey
until death us do part."

Until death us do part. Not an ocean.

Death.

You want me to administer
that solemn oath again

knowing that they have
both just shat on it?

How can I do that?

Then he must hang.

No. He must keep away from her.

He will not do that.

That is his choice. It is not ours.

- I cannot get you to change your mind?
- No.

- You feel strongly about this?
- Yes.

So strongly
that you would hang him yourself?

Yes.

And it would not lay
heavy on your conscience?

- It would not.
- It would mine.

So you hang him, Reverend.

Hang him at dawn
while the camp still sleeps.

I will give you two soldiers
to escort him to the scaffold.

There will be no need.

On pain of death,
he will keep away from her, surely.

You will be hanging him.

Pick up your tools,

line up,

pick up your tools, line up.

- You know the drill.
- Yes, boss.

- Can we go in, please?
- Wait for Stubbins.

Fuck Stubbins.

If I let you in without Stubbins,
you will all rob his food.

You were right. I was showing off.

I was trying to impress her
and I am really sorry about that.

Too late.

Look, I have not eaten all day.

You will not eat again.

Sorry, boss.

In you go.

Mine! Mine!

Anything to say, Barrett?

Yes.

Steal someone else's.

- Yours?
- No.

Then shut up.

I have to grass on him.

If I do not grass on him,
I will starve to death.

For God's sake!
Tell me you will stop stealing my food!

Then I will grass on you.

- James!
- They would all do the same.

Every single one of them
would do the same.

I'm going to grass.

Someone
is stealing your food, I believe.

Yes, boss.

- Who?
- Marston, boss.

And who is Marston?

The blacksmith, boss.

- The blacksmith?
- Yes, boss.

How long has this been going on?

Well, he has been stealing food
since we first set sail.

But if you mean how long
has he been stealing food from me,

since breakfast, boss.

He stole food belonging
to a woman called Anne.

I spoke up.

He gave her her food back
and then he took mine.

At lunchtime he stole it again
and at teatime, too.

And he will go on stealing it
and that is why I am here.

I am either a grass or a corpse.

This man says
you are stealing his food.

- He is lying.
- Why would he lie?

Because I had a go at him
for being bone idle, sir.

I work like a dog
and he just talks, talks, talks.

Imagine I am stealing his food, sir,
and I'm not, but just imagine I am.

I would say so what?

I'm eating twice as much food
but I'm doing 10 times as much work.

But I am not stealing his food.
He's a liar.

What do you say to this?

He is the liar.

I am grassing on a man.

They will all spit in my eye for this.

Every single convict
will spit in my eye,

view me as a leper,
treat me like a dog,

so tell me, why?

Why would I do this if it is not true?

I am a blacksmith.

My father was.

And my grandfather.
And my grandfather's father.

This man would not even know
who his father was.

So who do you believe?

A blacksmith or a piece
of scum such as this?

Who is this woman called Anne?

You are Anne Meredith.

Yes, boss.

Did this man try to steal your food
this morning, Anne?

No, boss.

James Freeman here says he did.

He is mistaken, boss.

No one will call you a grass, Anne.

- I am the grass, not you.
- Please.

They will all say that you did
the right thing,

that you were forced to choose
between a decent bloke and a bully.

- Please!
- And you chose to help the decent bloke.

And I will tell them all

- that I forced you into...
- Please!

Private,

will you all wait outside, please?

- Who are you looking at?
- A dead man.

He is our one and only blacksmith!

- Is he stealing food?
- Yes.

Then we must hang him.

He is our blacksmith.
We dig with the tools he makes.

We build with the tools he makes.

So what if he steals from a convict

- when he's so essential to us all?
- To steal is unlawful.

He's a convict.
To steal is second nature.

If we do nothing,
James Freeman will die.

Our problem is too many convicts,
not enough food,

one or two of them dying can only help.

So long as they're not essential,

the farmers,
the fishermen, the blacksmith,

then their deaths should be welcomed.

David?

There is no evidence
against the blacksmith.

The only independent witness,
the woman, denied it.

So he is innocent.

- We know he is not.
- Well,

technically, legally, he is innocent.

A jury would have to acquit.

I am sorry, Freeman,
we do not believe a word you said.

Sir.

Look at me.

The blacksmith did this.

Do you think I would take him on
unless I had to,

unless my life depended on it?

I am sorry.

You have threatened
to hang Tommy Barrett

if he sleeps with the woman he loves

and yet you let go a man
who steals another man's food.

We do not believe
he is stealing your food.

I am finished.

Tommy.

You all despise me
for grassing on a bully.

Yet there is not one man here
who he has not robbed.

Not one man who does not hate him.

And yet I get this.

You will hang Thomas Barrett?

I have said so, yes.

You must not.

He is a convict.

A convict will not die for a principle.

It will not come to it.

Idiot!

- To grass is...
- Fuck off.

No listen, to grass,
to grass is bad enough.

To grass and not be believed,
that is disaster.

You'll get yourself in trouble, Tommy,
talking to a grass like me,

so do yourself a favour and fuck off.

- Are you making a cosh?
- Yes.

- For the blacksmith?
- Yes.

Are you going to do it?

- It will kill him.
- That is the intention.

Are you going to
go to Elizabeth tonight?

Yes. When will you do it?

When he goes out for his piss.

You want me to help?

You will be getting hanged.

Busy night all round, then.

Mmm-hmm.

- Reverend?
- Yes, Private?

Major Ross told me to give you this.

- He did it, then?
- Yes, sir.

He did it.

It will not come to it.

When he is standing on the scaffold,
hood on his head,

noose around his neck,
I will offer him a reprieve

so long as he agrees
to live without that woman.

And if he does not?

He will snatch at it.

They are bound by solemn vows, woman.

Solemn vows. I administer them.

You want me to spit on them
when they prove inconvenient? I won't!

- I would die first!
- Oh, I would die, too.

I doubt that I would kill.

Where are you going?

I... I must see him.

Mrs Johnson.

Governor Phillip, my husband
must bless a bigamous marriage.

He must spit on a holy sacrament

or he must hang a man.

That is an appalling dilemma,
would you not agree?

I would.

Well, he faces that dilemma
because of a law that you have imposed,

a law that keeps
convict men from convict women.

A law that is...

unnatural and inhuman.

Yes.

Get rid of that law.

Spare my husband this awful task.

Have you been robbed or raped
by a convict yet, Mrs Johnson?

No.

Have you been robbed or raped
by a native yet?

No.

It is not because the convicts
have suddenly turned decent.

It's not because the natives
like having us here.

It is because armed soldiers
constantly watch over us.

In return, we make them as happy as
they can be in a place such as this.

One way we can do that is
to make sure they have women.

This law that you despise, Mrs Johnson,

is a law that keeps us alive.

Thank you.

I will finish this and go.

Ah, yes, yes.

Our Father,

who art in heaven...

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done...

Dear Ma, they will be hanging me soon.

Uh...

Do you think it right
to start with that?

Why not?

It'll come as
a great shock to her, you know.

What do you suggest?

Say that you're ill.

And then, later on,

say you're very ill.

And then right at the end,
then say that you're...

you're dying.

And that'd be better?

Better a son die of natural causes
than at the end of a rope.

- What is wrong with me?
- Fever.

Dear Ma,

I have the fever.

Good man.

And the next one is to?

Elizabeth Quinn.

But sure as she is here,

she will be with you on the scaffold.

I want you to read something
to her after I am hanged.

I want to say, "Elizabeth,

"I refused the hood

"because I wanted your face
to be the last thing I saw.

"A face I loved more than
anything else in the world."

Would that be suitable?

Yes.

Did you solve your little problem?

- No.
- Why not?

Someone came along.

Someone came along.

I would have done it
but someone came along.

I believe you.

- You think I lack the stomach for it.
- No.

- What about Elizabeth?
- What about her?

Who will look after her
when you are gone?

Who do you suggest?

Me?

What makes you think she'll have you?

The numerous occasions we have
shagged behind your back.

Ajoke. It's a joke.

Oh.

- You love her?
- Yes.

- You have always loved her?
- Yes. Always.

Can I have your blessing?

Try not to fuck
while my body is still warm.

Thank you.

It is an ill wind
that blows no man good.

I will be there with you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

# Up on top of Bally mull'n Hill

# Glanced down to see the sun

# Reflectin' on ol' Dri-shane lake

# Today so brightly shone

# This mornin' was the light so bright

# More fierce than ever seen

# I started walkin' down the hill

# Across the valley green

#As I walked down
that Bally mull'n Hill

# The lake, it disappeared

# But when it reappeared again

# My eyes had been deceived

# The blindin' light of 10,000 swords

# Was what I'd really seen

# The English, they had come

# To take my Dri-shane Lake from me #

I know him, Reverend,
and he is stubborn.

He will not back down
because he cannot back down.

You can! You can quote the Bible.

"Thou shalt not kill.
The Lord is full of pity and mercy."

But if Tommy backs down,
they will say he did it out of fear.

So please, Reverend, please, back down.

And I will reward you,

whatever you wish to do to me,
you may do to me.

Whatever you wish me to do to you,
I will do to you.

I will do whatever it takes, Reverend.
Whatever it takes.

I give of my body
just as Christ gave of his.

I offer you my body just as
Mary Magdalene offered hers to Christ.

Please do not hang my man!
Please do not, do not hang him.

Please do not hang him!

Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

- Do you want this?
- No.

So be it.
Do not think I will not do it.

All you have to do is
stay away from that woman.

Tell me you will stay away
from that woman and you will live.

- I cannot.
- For God's sakes, man!

Tell me you will stay away
from this woman and you will live!

No!

Then I will find strength
in prayer to do this.

Lord, please welcome into your kingdom
the soul of Thomas Barrett!

- Can you not see what this is?
- Be merciful

in your judgement of him,
O Lord, and grant him...

Are you so blind that you cannot see it?

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory
forever and ever...

This is a crucifixion!

This is a crucifixion.

- Mrs Johnson?
- Yes?

Private Buckley's
thinking of hanging Tommy Barrett.

If Private Buckley hangs Tommy Barrett,

I will do my utmost to ensure
that Private Buckley hangs as well.

Thank you, Mrs Johnson.

Do you accept that as far as England
is concerned you are a dead man?

Yes, boss.

That your banishment here
is no longer for 14 years

but is, in fact,
for the rest of your life?

Yes, boss.

Do you accept that as far as England
is concerned, you are a dead woman?

Yes, boss.

You also accept that your banishment
here is no longer for seven years

but is in fact
for the rest of your life?

Yes, boss.

Reverend...

Do you wish to marry Elizabeth Quinn?

Yes.

And Elizabeth, do you wish
to marry this man?

Yes.

Private!

Stand here, please, Elizabeth.

I, Elizabeth Quinn...

I, Elizabeth Quinn...

...do take thee, Thomas Barrett...
...do take thee, Thomas Barrett...

...to be my lawful wedded husband...
...to be my lawful wedded husband...

...until death us do part.
...until death us do part.

- I, Thomas Barrett...
- I, Thomas Barrett...

...do take thee, Elizabeth Quinn...
...do take thee, Elizabeth Quinn...

...to be my lawful wedded wife...
...to be my lawful wedded wife...

...until death us do part.
...until death us do part.

You are now man and wife.

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

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