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Van Diemen s Land
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(CLICK!) |
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(APPLAUSE) |
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(WIND BLOWS SOFTLY) |
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PEARCE VOICEOVER: (IN GAELIC) |
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(THUNDER RUMBLES) |
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(AXES CUT INTO TREES) |
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(DOG BARKS) |
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(WHISTLE BLOWS) |
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(MEN GASP) |
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(MEN GROAN TREMULOUSLY) |
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OVERSEER: Alright. Come on, Dalton. |
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Come on. |
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Give me your hand. Come here. |
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OK, in you get. |
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Go on. |
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That's it. Go on. |
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Come on, lads. |
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(GRUNTS) |
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OVERSEER: There's freedom |
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Sooner you get this forest cut down, |
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Great ships are built |
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Great ships. |
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Mathers! |
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Got no tongue in your head today? |
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Your man Mathers |
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and mute it has made him. |
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(LAUGHS) Poor lad. |
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He'd rather be there |
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(MEN LAUGH) |
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(MEN GRUNT WITH EXERTION) |
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One...two...three. |
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(ALL GRUNT) |
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(EERIE MUSIC) |
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If this one sinks, |
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OVERSEER: It was some meal |
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Soup, baked bread... |
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(CHUCKLES)..mutton. |
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The likes I cannot recall |
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I was in no need |
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But he poured forth. (CHUCKLES) |
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MAN: (SOFTLY) I wish myself deaf. |
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He yaps more than a dog |
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But I did manage to... |
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..smuggle a little something to... |
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There's not much, but... |
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Well, it'll go wonderfully |
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It's there if anyone wants it. |
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What are you smiling at now, |
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No law against smiling. |
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Not yet, young Thomas. |
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Where's that mongrel sailor - Greenhill? |
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Greenhill, eh? Where is he? |
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Where is he? Eh? |
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You'll all feel the taste of it |
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Arggh! |
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GREENHILL: There's not a boat to be |
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- Help! Help! |
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You took your bleeding time. |
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This is to remove your tongue |
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Take his clothes. Take his clothes! |
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(MEN YELL, GRUNT) |
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Keep fucking still! |
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- GREENHILL: Pass the coat. |
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Get off me! |
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Come on. Come on! Let's go! |
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(SHOUTS) Let's go! |
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GREENHILL: Come on! |
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Where will you go? |
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(MUFFLED) No! No! |
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Fat...fucking... |
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DALTON: You hit him one more time... |
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..one more time, and I swear to fuck |
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Grab everything! Quickly! |
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GREENHILL: There'll be supplies |
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We make our move at dusk. |
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DALTON: Run! |
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(GUNFIRE) |
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(DALTON AND PEARCE |
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(GUNFIRE CONTINUES) |
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(ALL PANT HEAVILY) |
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(GUNSHOT) |
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What? Are they shooting each other? |
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Shh. |
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- We can't stay here. |
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(PEARCE SPEAKS GAELIC) |
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(WHISPERS) Quiet. |
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(WHISPERS) We head east. |
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If you don't want a noose |
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- I'm bleeding cold. |
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(GRUNTS BREATHLESSLY) |
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I need a fire. |
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We can't, you nikey. |
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I need the warm! |
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- Punch that cunt, Mathers. |
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Ohh. The wee lad wants to be |
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You're all talk, old man. |
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You're the one fucking talking. |
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You'll be talking |
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Oh, why don't you go to fucking sleep? |
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We're all fucking cold. |
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- What are they saying? |
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Eh? You're fucking Irish. |
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Go to fucking sleep. |
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(LAUGHS) |
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(LAUGHS) |
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(THUNDER RUMBLES) |
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MATHERS: You might not see it in me, |
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but I'm quite the ladies' man |
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DALTON: Are you just? |
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When you consider |
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Not one complaint, I'll have you know. |
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DALTON: Is that right? |
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I've found, in my time, |
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that rubbing the flesh above the hole |
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has a powerful effect on all women |
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and brings a strong wetness |
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What did you fucking say? |
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You alright? |
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Bleeding Irish scum. |
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Cooee! |
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- Quiet! |
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Where to now, Captain? |
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At least we'll never be far |
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Little Brown. |
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You right, Ned? |
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Aye, it's fucking cold. |
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(EXHALES) |
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BODENHAM: Little Brown! |
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Hey! You leave him be there! |
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I won't be hanged |
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Swimming, is it, lads? |
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Are you coming in, William? |
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Look out, Dalton! There's |
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Don't you worry about this one! |
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It's the wee little fella back there |
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(KENNERLY LAUGHS) |
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KENNERLY: In my fair opinion, lads, |
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this spring is even better |
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DALTON: That is the very truth itself, |
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It is a fine spring! |
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And better than the last, eh, Pearce? |
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Aye, Mr Dalton, |
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and...even...better |
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(DALTON WHOOPS) |
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BODENHAM: You bog trotters |
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KENNERLY: Oh! |
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All the heavenly host. |
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(SIGHS) |
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Upon my soul, lads, |
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The sun is shining! |
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We have our liberty! |
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Ah! Christ, what a land this is! |
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Hey! Kennerly! |
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Free Ireland! Free Ireland! |
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KENNERLY: I'm right behind you! |
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DALTON: Use your muscles, man! |
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KENNERLY: And the door |
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and there she was, standing there |
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with her wee little dugs |
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DALTON: Don't say it. |
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(MEN LAUGH) |
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MATHERS: I've heard it too often and in |
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No, it can't be. |
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So, every morning without fail, |
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she'd make me rub her cold legs |
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and she would sing to me softly |
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about the sea. |
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But, by God, wouldn't she fart on me |
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A case of the six o'clock farts |
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You're standing there |
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Christ almighty! |
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Them were farts you could |
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- What the hell are you talking about? |
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If they didn't have cunts, |
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(MATHERS SNIGGERS) |
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What? |
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Oh, we were just relating |
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as to what the two of you |
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We were getting wood for the fire. |
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(LAUGHTER) |
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- Do you think it funny? |
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It has humour. |
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One question, Robert. |
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Is it true that Travers here |
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was a ticket-of-leave man |
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I speak for myself. |
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So, Robert, is it true that Travers here |
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TRAVERS: No. |
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I had no ticket of leave. |
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I heard you had land. (LAUGHS) |
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And sheep to tend. |
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Is that true? |
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Oh, I had a lease of land |
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But time... It takes time... |
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Here you are, huh? All the land |
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You must have been quite a catch, |
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(MEN CHUCKLE) |
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(PANTS) |
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(NED BREATHES HEAVILY) |
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(GRUNTS) |
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Come on. Come on, Ned. |
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Come on. Come on, Ned. |
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You're coming with us. |
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Yeah. You're coming with us. |
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You're coming with us. |
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BODENHAM: Leave him. |
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KENNERLY: Come on. |
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Come on, Neddy. |
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Come on. |
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BODENHAM: Just fucking leave him! |
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Come on! |
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Cooee! |
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(ECHOES) |
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You'll be fine! |
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- Fuck this. |
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- Fuck this! |
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KENNERLY: |
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BODENHAM: Leave him! |
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- Come on. |
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KENNERLY: Wait! |
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Wait! |
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We have to stop here for the night! |
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- Not here! No! I said leave him! |
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GREENHILL: We leave no-one! |
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We rest here! |
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DALTON: We'll freeze up here! |
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This is madness! |
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DALTON: I'm following him! |
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Pearce! Let's head down! |
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MATHERS: Head down! |
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Come on! |
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Come on. |
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Leave him! |
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That the last of it? |
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Where in hell are you taking us, |
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East. |
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We'll hit the settled districts |
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What do we eat? |
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We've no food left. |
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And I'm tired of carrying |
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- And for what use? |
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He said we were to escape by boat. |
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Not to walk to our deaths! |
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This fool doesn't know where he's going! |
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You heard your man. We're headed east. |
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Do you miss the flogging? |
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Easy. Easy, lad. Easy. |
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KENNERLY: I witnessed a young chavy |
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After the first 100, you could see |
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So for the next 100 |
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Blood gushing like a tap. |
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Never tried to escape after that. |
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There's no going back. |
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Not for any of us. |
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Hey, what are you doing, |
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Shh! (MOUTHS INAUDIBLY) |
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An animal? |
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By Christ, lad, you're seeing things. |
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Would you shut your fucking mouth? |
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You'll never catch it. |
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He'll never catch it. |
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Them imaginations are too fast. |
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(LAUGHS) |
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Fuck you! Aarggh! |
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- Hey. Hey. |
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Hey, you get your fucking hands off! |
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Get your hands off! |
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Arggh! |
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MATHERS: Bodenham! |
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Stop it! |
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- BODENHAM: No-one touches me! |
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DALTON: Pearce! I will not fight. |
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BODENHAM: Fuck you! |
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I will not fight! |
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(PEARCE YELLS) |
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- DALTON: Pearce? |
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(BREATHES HEAVILY) |
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KENNERLY: (SINGS) # It's oft-time |
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# When I slumber |
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# I have a pleasant dream |
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# With my pretty girl I be roving |
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# Down by a sparkling stream |
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# In Ireland I've been roving |
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# With her at my command |
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# But I wake up broken-hearted |
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# 'Pon Van Diemen's Land. # |
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DALTON: That was a beautiful song, |
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Aye. |
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Did you have a pretty one back home? |
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I hope not, for lonely she'll die. |
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Yourself? |
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A few. |
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My sister, my mother... |
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(BOTH LAUGH) |
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TRAVERS: What about Pearce? |
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You have to do it soon. |
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I'm hungry, Robert. |
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GREENHILL: Hmm. I know. |
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DALTON: (IN DISTANCE) Cooee! |
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GREENHILL: It's the law of the sea. |
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I've seen the like done before. |
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It tastes like pork. |
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MATHERS: I couldn't. |
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GREENHILL: Don't be a fool. |
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MATHERS: I'll have no hand in it. |
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GREENHILL: I'll not hang for it. |
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I'll eat the first piece myself |
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We agreed? |
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TRAVERS: Pearce? |
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What say you? |
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Aye. |
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MATHERS: Who then? |
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Dalton. |
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MATHERS: Dalton?! |
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What about Bodenham? |
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GREENHILL: Are we agreed? |
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Tell the others to get walking. |
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What about a song, William? |
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Fire in my belly. |
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I'm so hungry I could eat my own arse. |
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Sorry I am, William. |
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Rest yourself. |
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DALTON: |
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(FOOTSTEPS) |
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(DALTON SCREAMS) |
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BODENHAM: Fuck! Fuck! |
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(DALTON MOANS IN AGONY) |
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You fuck... (SHRIEKS) |
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Keep quiet! |
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KENNERLY: You animal! |
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- Goddamn you to hell! |
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TRAVERS: We have to bleed him. |
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- BODENHAM: Eat him? |
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Mathers, grab his legs. |
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(DALTON COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS) |
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TRAVERS: Grab his legs. |
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MATHERS: Fuck! |
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TRAVERS: Tie his legs. |
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Tie his legs over there. |
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Over there. |
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Will you not eat? |
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KENNERLY: Never. |
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TRAVERS: They won't eat. |
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GREENHILL: Then they die. |
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Eight days to get here. |
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At least 10 to get back. |
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Is there a man here |
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who thinks he could live without food |
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(SPEAKS GAELIC) |
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Stay with me. We're leaving. |
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(SCREAMS) |
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- MATHERS: What? |
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Oh, Christ, they've gone! |
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- Settle down. |
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- What are you saying? |
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They've gone! |
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William Kennerly and Little Brown. |
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Well, are we after them? |
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If they make it back, we're as good |
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They'll be dead in two days. |
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BODENHAM: Come back! |
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Come back! |
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Kennerly! |
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Little Brown! William Kennerly! |
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William Kennerly, come back! |
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William Kennerly! |
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Little Brown! |
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This could have been me. |
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I was sleeping right next to him. |
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No. No, it couldn't. |
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No fucking way! |
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He's right. We won't make it. |
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Look at the bloody thing! |
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We cross here. |
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You're mad, the lot of you. |
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We have to cross. |
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TRAVERS: I can't swim. |
| 00:51:45 |
MATHERS: Neither can Bodenham. |
| 00:51:47 |
GREENHILL: You swim fine. |
| 00:51:48 |
MATHERS: Not in that. |
| 00:52:47 |
GREENHILL: Here, stop here. |
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PEARCE: Will you light the fire, lad? |
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You light it? |
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MATHERS: Bodenham. |
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Bodenham. |
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You didn't need to do that. |
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He was just a kid. |
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We have plenty of food. |
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We rest tomorrow. |
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Agreed? |
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We'll need more wood. |
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Easier than cutting sheep. |
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(FARTS) |
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Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! |
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At last Dalton can rest in peace. |
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(LAUGHS) |
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MATHERS: Aargh! |
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(MATHERS MOANS) |
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GREENHILL: Pearce, hand me your axe. |
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Hand me your axe! |
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We need the kindling. |
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(THUNDER RUMBLES) |
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No way. |
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- Carry it. |
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Yes, you fucking are. |
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Give me the axe and I'll carry the bag. |
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Suit yourself. |
| 00:59:53 |
We have to get away |
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If we don't, one of us will be |
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I wouldn't be surprised if that was |
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To come out here without food |
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Greenhill ain't mad. |
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We have to get away. |
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You hear what I'm saying? |
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I'm leaving. |
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Are you with me or with them? |
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You. I'm with you. |
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We leave in the dark of morning. |
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TRAVERS: (LAUGHS) Just drink it. |
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MATHERS: To brew the strength |
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(LAUGHS) You've gone mad. |
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PEARCE: Smells rotten. |
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Soup. For the hunger. |
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Arggh! |
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Stay back, wife! Or I'll kill him dead! |
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Oh, Christ, my head. |
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Pearce. |
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I'll sit for the night. |
| 01:02:53 |
If either of you come near me, |
| 01:03:38 |
(MATHERS RAMBLES INDISTINCTLY) |
| 01:03:53 |
(GROANS SOFTLY) |
| 01:04:06 |
I'm OK. Just...thirsty. |
| 01:04:16 |
We need to leave them behind. |
| 01:04:26 |
Have to keep an eye on them, Pearce. |
| 01:04:30 |
He's a taste for blood, that one. |
| 01:04:40 |
As soon as we lose sight of them... |
| 01:04:43 |
..that's when we make our move. |
| 01:04:47 |
Pearce. |
| 01:05:02 |
You miserable fuck. |
| 01:05:07 |
(YELLS) |
| 01:05:19 |
(GREENHILL SCREAMS) |
| 01:05:22 |
- Fucking kill this cunt! |
| 01:05:25 |
- I fucking can't. |
| 01:05:28 |
MATHERS: (YELLS) |
| 01:05:30 |
I've no fear of you - not one! |
| 01:05:40 |
I'll eat your fucking souls! |
| 01:05:53 |
(PANTS) |
| 01:06:08 |
DALTON: Cooee! |
| 01:06:16 |
No, Pearce. |
| 01:06:18 |
You're not dead yet. |
| 01:07:32 |
TRAVERS: I have the hunger |
| 01:07:34 |
Do you feel it, Pearce? |
| 01:07:37 |
I've not the need. |
| 01:07:40 |
How are you doing? Hungry, Pearce? |
| 01:07:43 |
I preferred Dalton to the rest. |
| 01:07:46 |
Tender, like lamb. |
| 01:07:50 |
(LAUGHS) |
| 01:07:51 |
Mathers gave me the wind of December. |
| 01:07:54 |
Fitting, as the mad cunt never shut up. |
| 01:08:00 |
- And Bodenham... |
| 01:08:13 |
TRAVERS: You've a hungry look |
| 01:08:15 |
You're in need of eating. |
| 01:08:18 |
(LAUGHS SHRILLY) |
| 01:08:20 |
Pearce. |
| 01:08:25 |
Pearce. |
| 01:08:27 |
Pearce. Pearce. |
| 01:08:30 |
Pearce. |
| 01:08:31 |
Pearce! (LAUGHS DELIRIOUSLY) |
| 01:08:34 |
Pearce. |
| 01:08:36 |
(SCREAMS) |
| 01:08:37 |
Arggh! Arggh! Robert! Fucking thing. |
| 01:08:40 |
Where is it? Fucking snake. |
| 01:08:42 |
GREENHILL: Where is it? Hey. |
| 01:08:46 |
Fucking...get the fucker! |
| 01:08:48 |
- Ugh! |
| 01:08:51 |
Oh, fuck, Robert. |
| 01:08:56 |
You'll be fine. You'll be fine. |
| 01:09:01 |
Come on. |
| 01:09:04 |
Shh. |
| 01:09:06 |
Come on. Come on. |
| 01:09:09 |
- (GROANS) |
| 01:09:20 |
Come on. |
| 01:10:00 |
(GROANS LOUDLY) |
| 01:10:07 |
Leave me. I won't make it. |
| 01:10:10 |
Go on without me, Robert. |
| 01:10:22 |
I don't like the way |
| 01:10:26 |
(GRUNTS) |
| 01:10:29 |
(GRUNTS, GROANS LOUDLY) |
| 01:10:35 |
(PANTS) |
| 01:10:37 |
(GROANS) |
| 01:10:58 |
GREENHILL: (SINGS) # Well met, |
| 01:11:03 |
# "Well met, well met," cried she |
| 01:11:08 |
# I've just returned |
| 01:11:12 |
# And it's all for the love of thee |
| 01:11:16 |
# I could have married |
| 01:11:23 |
# She would have married me |
| 01:11:27 |
# I've forsaken the crown of gold |
| 01:11:32 |
# All for the love of thee |
| 01:11:36 |
- # All for the... # |
| 01:11:40 |
- (TRAVERS GROANS) |
| 01:11:42 |
I'm here. |
| 01:11:44 |
- TRAVERS: Oh, no. |
| 01:11:49 |
(DEVILS CONTINUE TO CRY) |
| 01:12:08 |
PEARCE: He'll not make it. |
| 01:12:12 |
(SINGS SOFTLY) |
| 01:12:45 |
TRAVERS: (SHAKILY) No, no! No! |
| 01:12:51 |
You'll be taking |
| 01:12:59 |
TRAVERS: You'll make it without me. |
| 01:13:02 |
Please, Robert. I'm so tired. |
| 01:13:08 |
I'm so tired. |
| 01:13:12 |
I need sleep. |
| 01:13:13 |
(GASPS) |
| 01:13:14 |
(OUT OF BREATH) You can't... |
| 01:13:20 |
Please, Robert. Please! |
| 01:13:28 |
(SOFTLY) No. |
| 01:13:33 |
You'll make it without me. |
| 01:13:36 |
I need sleep. |
| 01:13:39 |
You can't... Wait. |
| 01:13:42 |
Don't! Please, Robert. |
| 01:13:45 |
(DESPERATELY) Please! |
| 01:13:46 |
(GASPS) |
| 01:14:01 |
(GASPS) Robert... |
| 01:14:07 |
No. |
| 01:14:10 |
(CONTINUES GASPING) |
| 01:14:31 |
Don't touch me. |
| 01:14:38 |
Pearce is going to... |
| 01:14:39 |
Pearce... Pearce is going to... |
| 01:14:42 |
Keep him away from me. |
| 01:14:44 |
- Shh. |
| 01:14:46 |
Shh. Shh. |
| 01:14:48 |
(TRAVERS GASPS) |
| 01:16:01 |
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) |
| 01:16:18 |
(TRAVERS GASPS) |
| 01:16:26 |
(CHOKES) |
| 01:16:31 |
TRAVERS: (GASPS) Please...don't... |
| 01:16:33 |
(STAB! STAB!) |
| 01:16:35 |
(TRAVERS GROANS AND GASPS) |
| 01:16:42 |
(CONTINUES GASPING |
| 01:16:47 |
(PEARCE GRUNTS WITH EXERTION) |
| 01:16:56 |
(PEARCE BREATHES HEAVILY) |
| 01:17:05 |
(GRUNTS WITH EXERTION) |
| 01:17:52 |
(BREATHES HEAVILY) |
| 01:21:13 |
(SCRAPES AGAINST TEETH) |
| 01:22:03 |
Where now? |
| 01:23:50 |
Have you... |
| 01:23:54 |
Have you ever thought at it, Alex? |
| 01:24:02 |
This thing... |
| 01:24:05 |
This thing that's... |
| 01:24:09 |
It grows fat on itself. This is... |
| 01:24:15 |
(GASPS) |
| 01:24:29 |
It's...burning alive, Alex. |
| 01:24:41 |
Logs for the fire. |
| 01:24:43 |
Just logs for the fire, Alex. |
| 01:24:56 |
You don't fucking say much, |
| 01:25:06 |
What brought you here? |
| 01:25:14 |
Shoes. |
| 01:25:16 |
Six pairs of shoes. |
| 01:25:43 |
We have to keep moving. |
| 01:25:58 |
(BOTH BREATHE RAGGEDLY) |
| 01:26:06 |
We're close. |
| 01:26:27 |
DALTON: (LOUDLY) Cooeeee! |
| 01:26:30 |
(PEARCE GASPS) |
| 01:29:06 |
Hard of sleep, Robert? |
| 01:29:10 |
Aye. |
| 01:30:55 |
(PEARCE PANTS) |
| 01:31:27 |
Get on with it. |
| 01:31:33 |
Arggh! (GASPS) |
| 01:32:14 |
PEARCE VOICEOVER: |
| 01:32:49 |
(GREENHILL GURGLES) |
| 01:32:52 |
(PEARCE GRUNTS) |
| 01:33:37 |
(FABRIC RIPS) |
| 01:33:39 |
(FLESH RIPS) |
| 01:34:21 |
(MURMURS SOFTLY) |
| 01:35:39 |
(SOMBRE MUSIC) |
