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Shhh. Shhh!

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!

Ah! Ah!

No! Ah!

~ Let me do this!
~ No!

Let me do this, I will let you go.

~ Let me do this!
~ No! Argh!

Argh! Argh!

~ No!
~ So be it, bitch! Thieving hag!

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

Yes, boss.

Oh, 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.

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.
~ Mm-hm.

~ What is his name?
~ One pancake.
~ One pancake?

Strange name. Is it Spanish?

Give me back my food. Give
me back my food right now!

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

Would 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.
~ Thank you.

Give it back.

Give me my food.

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.

And 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 him...
~ On your feet!

~ Move it!
~ Come on...

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, Raymond, 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 managed 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,

intended to leave while
they were still asleep,

but I had a nightmare,

and I screamed and I woke them all
and brought the soldiers running.

~ You heard this scream.
~ Yes, sir.

I entered the dormitory, she ran,
I pursued her and caught her.

~ I'd have shagged him, he would've let me go.
~ That is not true, sir.
~ It is true, boss.

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 is 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 set a number?
~ Yes.

Minimum, 25.

Maximum, 200.

25.

Mrs Johnson?

25.

~ Major Ross?
~ 50.

~ Captain Collins?
~ 25.

Elizabeth Quinn, you
have the dubious honour

of being the first woman
flogged in New South Wales.

25 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. 25 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 ten 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."

Hmm.

(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, darling.

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.

Letters... I'm going
to need your help.

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

With me now.

Company, fix bayonets.

Form a square.

Eyes 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'm touched by your concern, Boss.
~ Rip it from her.
~ You will not!

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

~ Easy, Tommy.
~ It's what he wants you to do, Tommy.

~ How many?
~ 25.

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, you bag of shite...

~ Eight.
~ Do nothing...

Nine.

Ten.

I fainted?

How are you?

Sore.

I've 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 girl.

I have a question for you.

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!

Tom.

Please, please...

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

Do you?

He's 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 gonna 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 lunch time he stole it again.

And at tea time 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 ten 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.

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?

What 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.

These are convicts, 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'm 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 whom 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.

(It's good.)

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.

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.
~ 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's 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.

All right. 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."

Ah...

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.

A joke.

~ It was 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.

Hmm.

I will be there with you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

♪ Up on top of Ballywillan Hill

♪ Bounds down to see the sun...

♪ Reflecting on old Trishan Lake

♪ Today so brightly shone

♪ This morning was
the light so bright

♪ More fierce than ever seen

♪ I started walking down the hill

♪ Across the valley green...

♪ As I walked down
that Ballywillan Hill

♪ The lake, it disappeared

♪ But when it reappeared again

♪ My eyes had been deceived

♪ The blinding light of 10,000 swords

♪ Was what I'd really seen

♪ The English, they had come

♪ To take my Trishan 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 need 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 judgment
of him, Oh Lord.

Are you so blind that
you cannot see it?

The kingdom, the power and
the glory for ever and ever...

No, this is a crucifixion!

It's a crucifixion.

Mrs Johnson!

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!