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[camera shutter clicking]

-[Angela] You are not going to do that. -[Anna] I am. I'm doing it.

[laughing] Oh, my God. What's it like?

-Mmm. It's really good. -No way.

-No way. -It's really good. Try it.

-Really? -Trust me, it's really good.

All right. [shushing] Don't say anything.

[both chuckle]

Oh, Jesus. That's rank. That is disgusting.

So, we good?

[Jim] Yeah. Yeah, we're good.

Yeah, we're good.

-Yummy. -It's just wrong.

Yeah.

[sighs]

Everything all right?

Peachy. Who's nicked the pickle?

Her.

-It was her. -Really?

-Mmm. -[slurping]

-How's that? -That's fucking lovely.

-Bit vinegary? -No, no. It's nice.

-Isn't it? -Yes.

-With a bit of vinegar? -Yeah. Just a sec, let me check.

-Oh, my God. -That's such a waste.

-There it is. Weird, innit? -Right at the bottom.

That's disgusting.

No, it's not, it's not. This is good.

-Yeah. -You're a child.

[groans and laughs]

It'll be delicious, Dad.

-It's good? -It's really good.

-It is not. -No, it's really good.

-Come on, you have a bite. -No way I'm having it.

-No, I don't... -Feel free. No, are you sure?

There's no milkshake left in it.

[burps]

-That is vile. -Lovely. Should we go?

-Yeah. -No trace of pickle...

-Did you pay? -Yes.

Nice.

-[Angela] Stop it. -[Anna laughs]

-[Angela] Stop it, stop it, stop it. -[Jim laughs]

-Turn it up. -Okay.

[upbeat music playing]

[singing] I see neon lights

Whenever you walk by

Don't get me wrong

If you say, "hello", and I take a ride

[horse whinnies]

Chico? Chico!

[horse whinnies]

Chico? Chico!

Stop. That's Rosa's truck.

[Sarah] Chico. Easy. I got him!

Call the cousins. See Rosa has made it to Nelson.

What's going on?

He's just checking. He's just being safe.

-[Angela] It's okay. -[Anna] Yeah.

It's okay.

[theme music playing]

[Angela] Wait, wait.

Okay, Anna. Anna, be careful.

-[panting] -Anna.

[Angela] Oh, shit.

Oh, my God. I...

[gasping]

-I don't know what to... -Anna, I know, I know...

There you go. You're okay.

[engine revving]

You know what? You go in the front.

Let's get you into the front.

Listen, you stay here, okay?

Rosa?

Rosa!

Rosa?

[telephone ringing]

-I should tell her. -No.

No, darling, you don't have to do that.

Sarah.

It's Rosa.

-I'm so sorry. -What?

What have you done to her?

Rosa.

[Sarah moans]

Rosa. Rosa.

[gasping]

Please...

Wake up, wake up.

Hey. Hey, sweetheart, would you do something for me?

Will you run into the field

and pick the prettiest bunch of flowers you can find?

Go on, go on. Go, go.

[Sarah] Wake up! Please! Rosa!

[sobbing]

Give her to me.

-No! -Let her go!

-No! -Sarah!

Give her to me.

[sobbing]

[both sobbing]

[church bell ringing]

Hans, come.

[priest] "...bloodshed follows bloodshed."

[Mr Quiring] Do not quote scripture to me that I already know.

One of our children lies dead.

We cannot simple stand by

and let the same thing happen to another.

Friedrich, if the time came,

do you really think you could use it?

And risk judgement.

Not only from the Lord but from yourself?

If my damnation means the salvation

of the colony, then so be it.

I will do whatever needs to be done.

[Anna] I'm gonna stay for a while.

You guys can go, if you want. I'm fine.

We're not going anywhere, sweetheart.

Hey, would it help to talk about it?

Why isn't it me?

Why is it always the people I love who die?

I don't have an answer for that.

You know, life is just shit and random, and fucking cruel sometimes.

Yeah. It was the cartel, wasn't it?

-Looks that way. -Yeah.

-And it isn't finished? -No. There's more to come.

Oh, God...

For fuck's sake.

-It's okay, sweetheart. -No, it's not. Aren't you scared?

-Yes, of course, I'm scared. -You never show it.

That's because I'm your mommy, that's my job.

But I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose either of you.

-[Jim] I won't be long. -[Angela] Yeah. Anna?

Constable.

This is for you.

It came this morning. I didn't see who dropped it off.

[Denise] Who is it?

It's this dead man.

Let me help you. I owe you.

You don't owe me.

What about Elizabeth?

She's probably in Rome by now.

Why don't we call in the Feds?

You should go. You should just fucking go.

Who's coming?

Nothing's worth this.

Take care of yourself.

[Angela] That's it, yep, it's good.

All those years when it was just us, I thought you were proper boring.

Charming.

What other secrets are you hiding?

Good, do it again.

That's it. Good.

Keep it on you, okay? Anna?

Trust yourself.

[knocking at door]

Hey. Let's get you home.

Let's go.

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[church bell ringing]

God bless you.

God be with you.

The Lord bless you.

-I should go. -No. Stay. Please.

"Grant us strength, O Lord, God Almighty, creator of all things,

"to remember that there hasn't, nor shall never be,

"a time your love hasn't existed.

"For it is love that nourishes our souls in this life on earth and in heaven."

"Grant us strength, O Lord, to instil in us,

"the courage and faith to endure that which we cannot understand."

"Grant us strength, O Lord. Send your Holy Spirit to guide us."

"Lest through fear we recoil from living and dwell in the darkness of grief."

"Blessed be the name of the Lord. Amen."

-[bell ringing] -[all] Amen.

It is done.

-Your period of mourning is over. -What?

We have absolved you of your grief.

I'm not sure it's that simple.

I wouldn't expect an outsider to understand.

-Sarah. -Yes.

You know from now on, it is forbidden to grieve in public.

-Prolonged grief is surely sacrilegious. -Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

I understand very well what's expected of me.

And I thank you all for coming.

And now, I'll ask you to leave. Leave. Please, leave, leave!

[door closing]

[sniffling]

[horse neighs]

[horse whinnies]

Sarah, I don't know those women,

but if they knew anything about losing a child,

they would know there's no way to control the grief.

A part of me has gone.

The best part.

Love.

Thank you.

I think I need to be alone with her.

Yes. Yes, of course.

[rifle firing]

Sleep, my child. Sleep.

Come. Sit with us.

I can't.

Safety's on, you numpty.

Dickhead.

Right.

Go on, then.

Would you rather...

...get eaten by a gorilla,

or an ostrich?

I think a gorilla, really, cause it'd be quicker. Know what I mean?

I mean, an ostrich,

-you'd just get pecked to death. -Yeah.

I got chased by an ostrich once.

-Did you? -Yeah.

Got out of the car in the wrong place. True story.

Would you rather...

...eat a ton of rice pudding,

or a ton of tapioca?

-I've never tried tapioca. -It's like...

It's like frogspawn.

-It's fucking disgusting. -[Anna groans]

I think I'd still have to go for the tapioca, I hate rice pudding.

I can't do rice pudding.

You're the ultimate noisy neighbour.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Yes. Rosa would've loved this.

[car beeping]

-Wahey! -[engine revving]

-You are not... -Ow! [laughing]

[Anna giggles]

Not fucking driving.

We all share your grief, Johan.

A man should have the right to protect his family, his home.

A shepherd his flock.

So, we stand with you, Johan, whatever may come.

Sorry.

The first shall be last and the last shall be first.

Amen.

[car horn honking]

[car horn honking]

[car horn honking]

What?

Come on, then.

[Jim grunts]

-Is this it? -I guess so.

You know what this means for these people, don't you, Jack.

I'm not okay with it.

We need to warn them. Give them a chance to leave.

She's up there with her dead baby.

-Here. -What's that?

-Did you love him? -[Angela moans]

-Did you love him? -I fucking heard what you said.

-Just stalling, then. -Why would you say that?

Why did you even ask me that?

-Do you love me? -Fuck off!

-It's a simple question. -How dare you? How dare you?

How dare you? After everything we've been through.

How dare you question my love for you.

You don't care who you use. You don't care who you hurt, do you, Jack?

You gave me permission to kill him.

That was a long time ago.

I know it was fucking hard for you to do.

But you gave it.

'Cause you knew that when the time came, there was no other way. You gave it.

I can't think of any other way.

You have to trust me, love.

[gasping]

Oh, Jack...

We have to tell Anna.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.

Coming, ready or not!

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?`

[creaking]

[creaking]

[creaking]

[creaking]

Hey.

Thank you for bringing her home.

The least I could do.

Why are you still here, Mr Worth?

You have a family, a daughter.

You could just go.

I don't need you anymore.

Men like you killed my little girl.

No. Men like you killed your little girl.

What's it like to kill a man?

-I have no idea. -Must do something to you.

Puts the soul in turmoil.

Do you remember them all?

The men you've killed?

I have been with men in their last moments, too.

Some were frightened. Some were sure.

Those who were frightened, were still lying to themselves

about who they were,

or what they had become.

Those who were sure, were at peace.

I'm not lying anymore, Mr Worth.

Nor am I afraid. Not of you, nor of any man.

When I die, the last thing I want to see,

is the face of every fucking man I have killed.

Yeah, well, good luck with that.