Banished (2015): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript

What are you doing?

I am in fear of my life, Sarge.
A convict is going to kill me.

~ Why?
~ Because I went with his wife.
~ Tommy Barrett?
~ Yes.

Is it true?

No.

He does not leave. If he
leaves, he does Buckley.

If he does Buckley, he hangs,
so he does not leave.

~ Yes?
~ Yes.
~ It is true?

Whatever it takes, we keep him
here. We keep him here. Yes?

IT IS TRUE, WOMAN!

~ It is not!
~ Then how does he know about the birthmark?



~ I do not know!
~ You are lying.

I am not!

You let him have you. A soldier.

You let a soldier have you.

I had to!

No, you are not leaving.

Get out of my way!

I had to make sure that you
did not stop the flogging.

And that meant talking to
James and to do that, yes,

I had to go with that soldier.

Get out of the way.

~ I did it for you.
~ Get out of my way...

No. What, would you shove me out the way?
Manhandle me? A woman carrying your child?

~ My child?
~ Yes.
~ How can you even know that?



~ I know!
~ Let me go.
~ No.

How does he know?

I told him, Sarge.

~ You told Barrett you'd been with his wife?
~ Yes, Sarge.

~ Why? Because he won at cards?
~ He cheated, Sarge.

You told him out of spite?

Yes.

You deserve everything
you get, Private Buckley.

Let me have the gun, Sarge, please!

If he hits you once, he hangs.

If he rips you to bits, he hangs.

So which do you think is likely?

~ Please, Sarge.
~ Buckley!

That is not Barrett. Come through!

Let him through!

~ Run.
~ The bush? The sea?

~ Then hide.
~ Till when?

If he finds you, he will kill you.

I am touched by your concern.

I don't give a damn about you dying,
but I care about Tommy hanging,

and I care too about the poor bastard
who will have to hang him.

So run, you shite, or hide or both.

And have scum like you laugh at me?

No-one will laugh at you.

I'm sure.

Please, Sarge!

Buckley is armed. They all are. Go anywhere
near him and they will shoot you dead.

~ You knew?
~ And if by any chance...
~ Don't try and stop me!

~ ..you manage to strike a blow,
they will hang you for it...
~ You knew...

~ I will not let them hang you for this...
~ Tommy!
~ You were trying to stop this, yeah?

You were trying to stop him
saying it, weren't you?

~ You were trying to stop him...
~ She did it, she did it for you, Tommy!
~ Did it for me!

If it had been you, if it had been
your wife and I knew about it,

I would have ripped that
soldier's heart out!

~ Tommy!
~ I would have torn him apart.

~ What? And paid for it, you bloody fool?
~ Yes!

Tommy, stay here! Do not move!

I will get past you. If I
have to barge past, fine.

If I have to manhandle you, fine.

And you, you, you gobshite, if
I have to flatten you, I will.

~ You have been warned. Yes?
~ This is selfishness.

~ Selfishness!
~ Yes. You are putting revenge
above your own child.

You take revenge, they hang you and
this child grows up with no father.

~ What else can that be BUT selfishness?
~ I have had enough of this.

No! You are not getting past me.

The only way you'll get past me
is if you hurt me, hurt the woman
you claim to love, so do it...

~ I am running out of patience, Elizabeth.
~ So do it. Hurt me.

Hurt your pregnant wife,
because that is...

Buckley! Buckley!

~ Box him.
~ Do you think Barrett's
going to play by the rules?

Buckley, you bastard!

If you hit him, Barrett,
you will hang.

Sarge?

He has it coming.

Enough!

That is enough.

I will hang for this,
so one more, please.

~ Get out!
~ No.

Do not come near me.

Do not come near me,
Elizabeth, I warn you.

They will hang you,
you bloody fool...

~ Just turn around...
~ That means we must throw
ourselves onto his mercy...

~ I do not want to look...
~ .. onto the governor's mercy, so you will...
~ Get your hands off me...

~ Let me do the talking, please.
~ Get your hands off me!

You will not rant and
rave and use your fists!

You, you will nod, and
listen, and use your head.

For once in your bloody life,
you will use your head!

Get your hands off me.

I will not see you hang!

Why did he do it?

Did you land one or two yourself?

What?

~ Yes?
~ Yes, sir.

Good.

They said Buckley is just
lying there like a cabbage.

I said, "He cannot be that bad,
then, if he is doing impressions."

Sir.

Present... arms!

He is half dead.

Only half?

Why did you do it?

Why not?

Private Buckley fucked me, Boss.

I will not bore you with
the details, but I let him

do it to save my Tommy's life.

Buckley knew if Tommy ever
found out, he would hammer him

so he kept it quiet.

But last night Tommy cleaned
him out at cards.

So, out of spite, out
of sheer vindictiveness,

he told Tommy he had fucked me

and Tommy battered him for it.

Never has a man deserved battering
more than Private Buckley

and I will not let
you hang Tommy for it.

Will you apologise to him?

Yes!

No, Boss.

It might help your case.

You put me anywhere near
that soldier again

and I will attack him again.

Who else was gambling?

Two soldiers and another convict.

Their names, please.

'Governor, I have nothing
but respect for you

'and the office that you hold
but it is my duty to remind

'you of the words that you used
when you addressed us all -

'officers, soldiers and
convicts - only days ago.

'"In England," you said, "the law
is soiled, tarnished, corrupted.

'"Here, in New South Wales,
it is bright and shiny.'

"I will do my utmost to keep it so."

Governor, you do not
keep the law bright

and shiny by hanging a man who
does not deserve to be hanged

~ and by doing it only because
soldiers expect you to.
~ How dare you!

I MUST.

Why are the convicts here, Governor?

Are they here AS punishment

or FOR punishment?

As punishment.

Simply being here is
punishment enough?

That is correct.

It follows then, that
all men here are equal,

for to be unequal
would be punishment.

~ Yes?
~ Yes.

They are in a penal colony,
let us not forget.

Yes, but away from the regime
of the penal colony?

Is a convict at leisure any different
from a soldier at leisure?

No.

If soldier Smith said to soldier
Jones that he had had sex

with Jones's wife, and he said
it out of sheer vindictiveness,

we would not be surprised
if Jones attacked him,

and we would certainly not be talking
about hanging him for it.

A flogging for both perhaps. Yes?

Yes.

So why are we talking about
hanging Thomas Barrett?

Major?

I am not prepared to
debate this matter.

If a convict strikes
a soldier, it is death.

If a convict strikes a soldier
for no good reason, yes.

But when the convict
has every reason,

when the soldier deserved to be
struck, that is different, surely.

It is not.

It can never be right for a
convict to strike a soldier?

Never.

If the soldier is
buggering the convict?

Unlikely to happen.

If the soldier is stabbing
the convict with his bayonet?

That, too, is unlikely to happen.

~ But if it did?
~ If it did, then, yes, the
convict would be justified

because it would be self-defence.

~ Thank you.
~ But that is not what happened here.

He struck because of
something in the past.

His life was not in any danger.

True. He did it for something
he valued more than his life.

His wife, Elizabeth, Governor,
you will recall, he was prepared

to hang for that woman and
we found a way to save him.

Nothing has changed. He is still
prepared to hang for her.

Let us find another way to save him.

If he is prepared to hang for
her, let us not disappoint him.

Anything else, Reverend?

No.

Major?

Er, no.

I would like a bit of
time to think it over.

~ If you could give me...
~ No!
~ ..just a few hours.

I am sorry, Governor,
we need to hear it now.

We need to hear you say, "Hang him".

To delay a decision is to give
credence to these arguments

and these arguments are dangerous.

A convict strikes a soldier,
the convict hangs.

Immediately. No ifs or buts.

In fact, the more he tries to
justify it, the bigger the drop.

He hangs.

I may well hang him, but
I will think it over first.

We'll finish this meeting and
meet again in three hours.

Three hours! My men will be outraged
that it has taken you three minutes.

You will be cutting rations
again soon, Governor?

That means even greater hunger,
even deeper despair,

even more talk, among the
convicts, of rebellion.

You will need my men more than ever.
Do not alienate them in this way.

Tell me right now that you
will hang Tommy Barrett.

No. Anything else?

Yes.

I would prefer this
not to be minuted.

As you wish.

There are 28 people in the hospital?

Yes.

How many are likely to recover?

None.

Fall ill and you cannot recover
because your ration of food is

so small. Yes?

Yes.

Then why feed them at all?

You are suggesting we
stop feeding the sick?

The dying. We stop wasting
food on the dying.

~ Reverend?
~ Yes.

What do you say to that?

Nothing.

Can we, as Christians,
stop feeding the dying?

I will treat that question
with the contempt it deserves.

If you wish to debate
it, do so in my absence.

No. We must decide together.
Can we stop feeding the dying?

Just as Major Ross did
not wish to debate pros

and cons of hanging Tommy
Barrett, I will not...

Must we feed the dying when feeding
the dying endangers the living?

No.

We can stop feeding them?

In these circumstances, yes.

Can we eat the dead?

What!

Can we eat the dead?

No! Cannibalism is a sin.

Not when you do not know
what you are doing.

I am not suggesting for one
moment that WE eat the dead.

I am suggesting we feed
the dead to the convicts.

We tell them it is
meat, it is wallaby.

They have never tasted human flesh,
they have never tasted wallaby

so they will not know, thus there
is no sin - you cannot sin

unless you know you are sinning.

WE will know.

WE will be sinning.

~ So be it.
~ No.

Sin all you like, but
do not ask it of me.

I am on this earth only to
gain the kingdom of Heaven

for my immortal soul.

I cannot do that by watching
people eat each other.

You should think a bit less
about your immortal soul

and a bit more about
the people in your care.

How dare you!

If we feed human flesh
to the convicts,

we free up other food for my
men and that has to be done.

I will not watch my soldiers die.

We are not at that stage yet.

No? Then what killed
Private Mulrooney?

We will stop feeding
the sick immediately.

I will decide Thomas Barrett's
fate in three hours.

We will discuss the other matter
at next week's meeting.

You may go.

Your wife asked me if I thought
you might need a gun.

Did she?

Yes.

She said she had spoken to you,
but you thought it unnecessary.

~ Yes.
~ I agree.

You can rely on my
men to protect you.

Thank you.

Let us hope that is always the case.

He is to hang?

Buckley says he landed one or two.

~ On me?
~ Yes.

Well, if he did, I did not notice.

You have smashed his face into pulp.

Well, he always was an ugly bastard.

The noose is a work of genius.

The tighter it gets,
the more you struggle.

But the more you struggle,
the tighter it gets.

Genius.

The Governor has decided, then?

Not just yet.

Sergeant.

He may not hang Barrett.
What do you think of that?

I would be pleased
for Barrett, but...

I think it's a huge mistake, sir.

How is morale?

Low.

Private Buckley will carry
his scars for months.

The convicts will see them.

And they will see the
man who inflicted them

strutting round like a peacock.

~ Where will morale be then?
~ Even lower.

To whom do you owe more allegiance
- me or the Governor?

You, sir. You are my
commanding officer.

If he does not hang Barrett, I
want you to arrest the Governor.

~ Sir?
~ Put him behind bars. I will assume control.

Is that not mutiny, sir?

No. It is common sense.

You think it another "misjudgment"?

No, sir.

Then you must do it.

They will take me back
to England and hang me.

Then we will hang together.

You are a rich Englishman.
I am a common Scot.

I will hang. You, you'll go free.

I order you to arrest the Governor

if the Governor does
not hang Tommy Barrett.

~ Sir.
~ You will do it?

Yes, sir.

And then we WILL hang Tommy
Barrett from a tree -

not the scaffold, a tree - we
will leave him hanging there

for all to see until every one of
Private Buckley's scars have healed.

Yes?

Yes, sir.

Stand for the Major.

At ease.

Have you stopped hiding?

Yes.

Show me your hands.

Show me.

Where is he?

North Section.

Corporal.

Sir?

What should we do with Barrett?

Hang him, sir.

Would YOU hang him?

Yes, sir.

You may have to.

Fine, sir.

You'd have the stomach for that?

Yes, sir.

~ Will that be all, sir?
~ No.

I will entertain Katherine tonight.

Sir.

I will not give her food.

To give her food is to
treat her like a whore

and I know for certain
she is no whore.

And you, Corporal, may
have acted like a pimp,

but that woman of yours is no whore.

I would remind you, sir,
that you gave me this...

.. before you mentioned
Katherine McVitie.

Had you brought it up after,
I would have refused it.

I am no pimp. Sir.

Dismissed.

Sir.

.. look at these words, thinking
of the idea of the magic "e",

and the fact it creates
a long vowel sound...

Beg?

If you take the magic "e"
away from these words,

you have a short vowel sound. Let's
start here... Without the e?

Yes. B-E-G. Beg.

~ Anyone?
~ Beg.

Yes. B-E-G, beg.

May I come to you tonight?

Of course.

~ Mrs Johnson?
~ Yes?

~ Would you write something for me?
~ Of course.

Could you write, "I will always
wait for you, my darling."?

Yes, of course. Would
you excuse me, Anne?

Yes.

~ Pipe.
~ Pipe, good, pipe.

I will always wait for you...

~ My darling.
~ My...

~ Darling.
~ Darling.

Second word on the list.

Rip.

Rip, good.

Thank you.

~ With the e?
~ Ripe.
~ Ripe.

Shall we try words ending in "n"?

Yes. What time?

Erm, eight o'clock?

Good. Pip and pipe. Rip and ripe.

With the "e".

Tripe.

Tell your children how you felt
when you gave birth to them.

M-E-N. Men.

And one more.

Something you write with?

Mrs Johnson?

Yes?

And with the "e".

Would you like to write it, Anne?

What is it?

Could you, er, show me where
these words are in my letter?

Yes, of course.

Stripe.

Stripe, good, stripe.

Who told you that these
words were in here -

"I will always wait
for you, my darling"?

Letters Molloy.

That will be all for
today, thank you.

Then I think you should take
this to Mr Molloy and ask him

to show you where they are.

Has he lied to me?

I think the Governor is about
to pronounce sentence.

Would you like to come?

He has lied to me.

See Mr Molloy.

I am sorry.

(That poor man.)

All right, Tommy!

Go on, Tommy.

'What stakes were you playing for?'

Elizabeth.

You were gambling with
your wife's body?

Yes.

This woman you were
prepared to die for?

There was no way I could
lose - it was my deal.

And the soldiers?

Rum.

They were gambling their rum?

Yes.

If a convict attacks a soldier,
the convict must hang.

You knew that?

~ Yes.
~ And yet you still attacked him?

Yes.

Sergeant Timmins, you were there
and you did not stop this attack.

I did eventually, sir.

Eventually.

You did not prevent it because you
knew the soldier had it coming.

Yes?

Yes, sir.

Thomas Barrett...

.. tonight you may invite some
friends to your cell to mark your

last night on earth.

Every soldier will donate
his rum ration to you.

Get drunk, Thomas, for at
noon tomorrow you will hang.

Thank you, Boss.

I think.

Take him away.

Go with him, please.

Go! Please.

The Major wants you tonight.

Oh?

Will you talk with him again?

Yes.

Is it not better for
you that we just talk?

No.

I love you.

~ I know.
~ I would do anything for you.

I know.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Would you do anything for me?

Yes.

Fuck him. Do not talk to him.

~ What?
~ I would sooner you fuck
him than talk to him.

And I would sooner talk to him and
make love to you, the man I love.

What was the story he told?

I told you, he tried to help
a boy, but it all went wrong.

Tell me the story!

There was a fight in the playground.

One boy was really
hurting the other boy,

so Major Ross got a teacher to stop
the fight and it was the teacher who

said to everyone that Major
Ross grassed the two boys up.

Why is that a good story?

It says something about the Major.

That he is a grass?

No.

What, then?

Let us talk about something else.

What does it say about the Major?

It says, he was kind once,

but he suffered for it,

so he is wary of ever
being kind again.

What?

Tell me something about you.
Something I do not know.

Something you do not know?

Yes.

Yet?

Yes.

I am losing you.

* There was a gentleman soldier

* As a sentry he did stand

* He saluted a fair maid

* By waving of his hand

* So boldly then he kissed her

* And he passed it off as a joke

* He drilled her up in the sentry box

* Bound up in a soldier's coat

* And the drums are
going a rat a tat tat

* The pipes they loudly play... *

Oh, yes.

We are going to swear an oath.

And I want to hear you talking
and not the rum, when we swear it.

Understand?

So no-one touches a drop until
business is out the way.

No-one except for Tommy.

I will wait for you all.

We will not watch Tommy swing.

We will treat this injustice
with the contempt it deserves.

We will turn our backs on it.

Agreed?

~ Yeah.
~ Yeah.

We need someone to shout "Turn."

There will be armed soldiers all
around you. It will take guts.

Do not agree to it if you think
your courage might fail you.

Is that also understood?

Yeah.

Letters?

I cannot be sure.

That's fine.

No man will think any
less of you for that.

Nor I.

I will do it.

No.

I will do it, then.
But all must turn.

Every convict must know about
this before we assemble. Yes?

Yes.

I swear not to watch Tommy swing.

I will not watch Tommy swing.

I will not watch Tommy Barrett swing.

I swear not to watch Tommy swing.

I will not simply stand
by and watch Tommy swing.

To Tommy Barrett.

To Tommy Barrett.

You want me tonight, Major?

Yes.

Perhaps we can talk for a while.

That would be acceptable, yes.

~ You are writing?
~ Yes.

To whom?

Can you read?

~ No.
~ My mother.

My fiancee.

What is her name?

Emily.

Is she pretty?

Yes.

Educated?

Yes.

Sophisticated?

Yes.

~ Rich?
~ Yes.

But apart from that.

Shall we?

Yes.

'When you, Peter, were born,

'and you were dead,
your father hugged me

'so tight.'

And your father's parents, your
grandparents, hugged me so tight.

And only then did they
hug your father.

When you,

Martha, were born...

.. and you were dead...

.. your father hugged me
again, but your grandparents

hugged your father first and
only then did they hug me.

When you...

.. Thomas, were born,

and you were dead...

.. your father...

sat in a chair and
stared at the floor

and your grandfather put his hand...

on your father's shoulder.

But he could not look at me

and your grandmother stood
in the corner of the room,

facing that corner...

.. unable to look at me.

And it seemed like hours until
your father got out of that chair

and hugged me.

And when you, Joan...

.. were born...

.. and you were dead...

.. nobody hugged me.

Nobody even looked at me.

But thank you for coming.

Thank you for listening to me.

Thank you.

~ Do they have a hangman?
~ So they say.

A soldier?

A convict.

I do not believe it.

~ Believe it.
~ If a convict, we kill him,

as soon as possible after the hanging
we cut the bastard's throat.

He will have an armed guard.

We bribe them.

What with?

Elizabeth.

Would you do that, Elizabeth?
Would you shag some soldiers?

To cut a hangman's throat? Yes.

~ Tommy?
~ No.

You will be gone. He
will have hanged you

and I will do what it takes
to cut the bastard's throat.

She will be James's
woman when I am gone.

James? Can we use
Elizabeth in that way?

Yes.

We know how hard this
is for you, James.

We know how close you and Tommy are.

When you asked the teacher
to stop the fight,

did you not realise they
would call you a grass?

No. No, no, I was just thinking
about the boy being battered.

I wanted it to stop.

Did you tell them that?

I would sooner they call me
a grass than call me soft.

You've been thinking about this?

Yes.

So you have been thinking about me.

If the story, so too me?

Yes.

May I ask about your story?

Yes.

You, you might think I
am doubting it, I am not.

I am just curious.

Yes?

Did you tell the priest
that the statue wobbled?

No.

Why not?

If the statue wobbled for everyone,
someone else would tell him.

If it wobbled only for me,
it was my miracle, my secret.

It could have been
an optical illusion?

Yes. But an optical illusion
still needs to be created.

It would still be God's work.
Or the Virgin Mary's.

You too have been thinking
about a story.

Yes.

And therefore thinking about me?

Yes.

* Ah, that stuff it so pleased me

* That quickly I sat down... *

Present arms!

Sergeant.

Sir. Sir.

You had five soldiers there when
the Governor pronounced sentence.

~ Yes, sir.
~ Why so many?

We thought the prisoner might
panic, sir, and lash out.

Tommy Barrett panic?

Sir.

And he was chained. How could
he lash out when chained?

Perhaps just one or two of
us would have done, sir, yes.

There were five because you
planned to arrest the Governor

if he spared Tommy Barrett's life.

~ No, sir.
~ On Major Ross' orders, I assume.

Major Ross gave no such order, sir.

Sergeant.

Sir?

Parliament have put me in
charge of the soldiers here.

And if I cease to be in charge,
they will no longer be soldiers,

they will be a rabble.

Sir.

* And with fingers
long and crooked nails

* My eyes and face she torn

* Oh, she rolled me in the gutter too

* Oh, she rolled me off and all

* Oh, McGrath, McGree... *

* 'Tis whisky bring... *

Why do you keep looking at me?

I'm trying to muster
the courage to kill you.

Why?

Read that.

Who wrote this?

Mrs Johnson. Read it.

"I will always wait
for you, my darling."

You told me that those words

were contained in the
letter from my wife.

Yes.

Show me.

~ Did Mrs Johnson read this?
~ Yes.

~ Aloud?
~ To herself.

~ And what did she say when she'd read it?
~ She told me to see you.

Oh.

"I will always wait
for you, my darling."

Show me those words
in Agnes's letter.

They're not there.

You lied to me.

~ Yes.
~ Why?

~ Can we speak when we're alone?
~ No. Why did you lie to me?

~ I do not know.
~ Read it.

~ You will find it painful.
~ Read it!

"Dear Stubby. Not withstanding
what I wrote previous...

".. I hereby tell you of a man...

"I hereby tell you of a man that
I met and intend to spend the rest

"of my natural life with."

No, no, no, no, no...

~ "I..."
~ No, no...

No, no, no, no.

~ "I..."
~ No, no, no!

"I, I am sorry if this offends.

"I, er, I hope this finds you well.

"Yours faithfully...

"Agnes."

You bastard.

I'm sorry.

Who knew?

Just me. A few days ago,
I told Captain Collins.

Did you laugh at me behind my back?

No.

I will shout "Turn".

You have had rum.

I have absolutely
nothing to live for,

so I promise you I will shout "Turn".

Promise me in the morning
when you're sober.

I will.

You bastard.

Let me out, please!
Let me out, please!

You lying bastard!

He got it the day before we sailed.

He's... he's never going
to see her again anyway.

It's...

How was I to know he would
one day learn to read?

Will you hang Tommy Barrett?

Yes. Are you looking forward to it?

No. No-one wants to see
a man like that hang.

Quite a few soldiers do.

Some, yes.

Your corporal?

No.

Are you sure of that?

Yes.

He has too much feeling,
too much compassion,

to enjoy the death of any man.

He is a soldier.

Trained to kill.

And to enjoy it.

No. Otherwise you would be dead.

He could not kill me
because of compassion?

Yes.

Oh?

Not... fear?

~ No.
~ I think it was fear.

Or perhaps it was being a marine.

I am his commanding officer

and a marine would never
kill his commanding officer.

He would put that - being
a marine - above everything.

Even his love for you.

No.

I think you should go now.

~ Have I offended you?
~ No.

He did not want me to talk to you.

Your corporal?

Yes.

He would sooner you make
love to me than talk to me.

~ Really?
~ Yes.

So making love now would
be a tiny betrayal,

insignificant now that
I have talked to you.

For him, perhaps.

For me, it would be huge.

Did he say that to you - he would
sooner us make love than talk?

Yes.

So has he not betrayed you?

In a way. Perhaps.

Would it be... unpleasant,
making love?

As unpleasant as it once was for you?

No.

Should we not try it, then?

You gave your word to the vicar.

I said I would not make love
to you unless you asked me

to make love to you.

Ask me.

I cannot do that.

Do you have food for me?

No.

No?

You promised me food.

Each time I came to you, you
said you would send me away

with some food.

I have changed my mind.

You have reneged on a promise.

Yes.

Goodnight, Major.

Must you wait there?

Does it annoy you?

Yes.

I am sorry.

People see you waiting there

and they know I am in the Major's
tent and I do not like that.

I do not like people knowing
what the Major is doing to me

~ and knowing when he is doing it.
~ I am sorry.

You will not do it in future?

I will not.

Thank you.

Did you talk?

~ No.
~ Did you say hello?

~ Yes.
~ And goodbye?

~ Yes.
~ Then you talked?

Hello and goodbye, yes.

~ And nothing in the middle?
~ No.

Did he talk?

No.

Why not?

I made it clear I did
not want to talk.

How?

I just did.

He gave me no food.

I know.

~ You know?
~ Yes.

He said to give you food
was to treat you as a whore

and he knows for certain
you are no whore.

He said that?

Yes.

How did you make it clear
you did not want to talk?

Enough of your questions.

Please make love to me.

I love this man.

Come on, now!

If they could not find a man to
hang an ugly bastard like you,

how will they find one to hang
a dashing feller like me?

How will they do that?

Promise me, yeah, eh? You promise me?

Come on!

If there is a hangman, you will
do what needs to be done...

I am staying.

You are his wife.
You are entitled to,

but the rest of you, move. Now.

.. make sure it is you who
does what needs to be done.

James?

I promise.

Oh, there is some rum left.

You have to go, Tommy.

It's all very well for you, Tommy,
some of us have work in the morning.

Where is she?

Where is Katherine?

Oh, for God's sake, man,
where do you think she is?