All language subtitles for Изгнанники (Banished, 2015, s01e04, rus_VO-ETV+eng)

Cease running!

Cease running!

Go any deeper...

.. we die.

Fire two.

Fire three.

What happened?

I went for a swim, boss.

~ I got into difficulties.
~ Got into difficulties!

~ Yes, boss.
~ His words exactly. You
tried to drown yourself.

~ No, boss.
~ A hundred yards out. Pitch-black.

You were drowning yourself and
in the course of drowning yourself

~ you swam into our bloated blacksmith.
~ No, boss.
~ Yes, boss.

You know what that will get
you, Katherine McVitie?

100 lashes.

You might think your
life miserable now,

but it will be a lot
worse after 100 lashes.

How dare you do this to me?

How dare you prefer death?

Get out.

~ sir.
~ Get out. Get out now!

How dare you prefer death to these?

How dare you try to
humiliate me in this way?

I will not be humiliated by
a whore. If that was your aim,

you have failed abysmally,

because I do not give a damn
for the opinion of a whore.

And if it was guilt...

This is the second time you
have contemplated killing me,

and I tell you, Corporal,

if there is a third
time, you will die.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

And if you wished to
burden me with guilt,

if you wished me to think
I drove you to your death,

you have failed there too.

We live in unusual circumstances.

Lots of soldiers, very few women.

No woman can have one
man. She must share.

How dare you even think it,

you stupid, selfish bitch?

I have something to show you.

Come on, move it!

sir!

How many of your men
fired at Freeman?

Four, sir.

And they all missed?

Perhaps, sir. There's been
more recent gunfire.

I have no doubt whatsoever
that he's dead.

Your friend did this.

Really, boss?

Do you think he acted alone?

~ No idea, boss.
~ Could you lift him?

Just about.

Could you drag him along the
beach, get him into a boat

~ and then dump him in the sea?
~ No, boss.

~ No. You'd need help?
~ Yes, boss.

His skull has been crushed
by a truncheon or a cosh.

~ He has been hacked with an axe...
~ A spade.

Sorry?

I know I said axe,
but, on reflection,

~ I think a spade.
~ A cosh and a spade.

That suggests more than
one attacker, yes?

~ Yes.
~ You?
~ No, boss.

Our blacksmith - worth more
to us than ten of you.

I am sorry about that, boss.

Dig his grave.

Right, boss.

~ Reverend.
~ A young woman named Katherine
McVitie found the body

in the sea.

~ Yes?
~ She was trying to drown herself.

No, she was swimming,
got into difficulties.

That is what she says, the truth
is she tried to drown herself.

~ Do you know why?
~ No.

Because you have been forcing
yourself upon her.

Forcing myself upon her?

No, I have been sharing her, as
all my men do with their women.

Katherine McVitie is not
the sort of woman you share.

~ She's a whore.
~ She is no whore.

Do not be deceived by looks,
Mrs Johnson, she is a whore.

~ Captain Collins?
~ Major.
~ Based on your knowledge
of Katherine McVitie,

is she or is she not a whore?

She is a whore, sir.

A whore does not try to drown herself

because she is being
pestered by a man.

It must stop.

~ What?
~ You must stop seeing her.

~ Governor?
~ Perhaps you should find someone else.

HE SCOFFS

HE SNIFFS

Forgive me, the stench of
hypocrisy is overwhelming.

~ Will you stop seeing your housekeeper?
~ What?

~ Do you think Deborah and I are lovers?
~ Yes.

~ We are not.
~ I see.

We are not!

Major Ross, I will ask you again,

please think before you answer,

because it will have
serious consequences

for your spiritual wellbeing.

Will you leave Katherine
McVitie alone?

~ No.
~ In that case, you are no longer
welcome at any of my services.

Governor, this is unjust. He is the only vicar
in this entire country. He could do this

~ in England...
~ This is a spiritual matter.
~ .. and that would be fair,
for in England I would find

~ another vicar, another church.
~ This is a spiritual matter.
~ Here he has the monopoly
on all things spiritual

~ and it is wrong for him to exploit it.
~ This is a spiritual matter,

and no concern of the Governor's.

Damn you, all.

I am the resurrection and the light.

He who believes in me

even though he dies shall live.

Whoever lives and believes
in me shall never die.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure that certain knowledge
of the resurrection to come. Amen.

ALL: Amen.

You are a very clever
woman, Anne Meredith.

You can put yourself
in other people's shoes

and feel what they feel.

And that should make you their
friend, but it does not -

it makes you their enemy
because you exploit

~ this great gift that you have, yes?
~ Yes.

"Yes"? Please stop. Stop.

You admit it?

Your husband is watching us.

~ You admit that you trick people?
~ Yes.

SHE CHUCKLES

Here is a woman...

.. who's lost two children at birth.

She is pregnant again.
She will not tempt fate -

she will not name the child
before the child is born.

What woman would?

So simple, Anne, yes?

Yes.

I know you want me to
deny it, but I cannot.

I lied.

You cannot speak to your children,
you'll never speak to them.

I'm sorry.

What did you expect to get from it?

Food.

Come.

They wanted to flog you.

I managed to dissuade them,
but it was not easy.

Suicide is the gravest
sin of all, you see,

because it comes from despair, the
lack of faith in the mercy of God.

100 lashes, at least, usually.

Thank you.

I believe you.

I believe His Lordship
tried to rape you.

~ You believe me?
~ Yes.

Then send me home.

Only the Governor can do that.

May I resume my work?

Is it the sex?

If it is, we could...

.. refrain. You could come to
me, lie with me, talk to me.

Naked or fully dressed,
whatever you wish.

~ Fully dressed.
~ Fully dressed, then.

And... no sex?

No sex. Not until you
are ready for it.

~ And if I am never ready for it?
~ So be it.

Christ carries his own cross.

Not for him the joy of a new church,

only agony awaited him.

SHE WINCES IN PAIN

Here.

HE GROANS WITH EFFORT

Almighty God, please show us
the way to complete this church.

'Tis truly our one desire.

~ Amen.
~ Amen.

What did you talk about?

You and Anne Meredith.

She told me she lied.

She told me I could never
talk to the children.

Good.

Good?

Not "good" that you cannot
talk to our children.

Good that she heeded my warning.

~ Your warning?
~ Mmm.

I warned her not to speak to you.

And if she insisted
on speaking to me?

If she insisted?

If she insisted on speaking to
you about our dead children...

.. then she could be seen as a witch.

Oh, Stephen!

~ Deborah.
~ Hello, Governor.

I, erm, have something to tell you.

You'll not like it. I
certainly do not like it.

Is that fish?

Mr Bryant caught some today.
I asked him for one for you.

~ What kind is it?
~ He did not know.

~ But he said they taste pleasant enough.
~ Share it with me.

~ No.
~ You must.
~ I will not.

I was remonstrating with Major Ross

about his dealings with
that young woman and he...

~ Yes?
~ Well... Well, he accused
me of having an affair.

~ With whom?
~ You.

Oh.

What did you say?

Well, I'm not sure I said anything.
It took the wind out of my sails.

It was a revelation, actually.

~ Yes?
~ Yes, your...

.. behaviour the other night.

You had obviously heard
something and as...

preposterous as the idea is,
it has certainly affected you.

~ It has not.
~ Oh, it has. I know it has.

We need to nip this in the bud.

~ I do not want your husband
to return and have to...
~ No need.

~ .. listen to nonsense such as this.
~ No need. There's no need for that.

I'm sure he will think
it preposterous too.

Mm.

Mr Bryant said they
were rather bony...

these fish.

(Know that he's here.)

And when his life was snatched
away, he says...

so was the possibility of changing,

of maturing, of becoming
a better husband,

a better father, a better man...

I know what my husband
said to you, Anne.

I know how frightened you
must be to see me here

but I promise you I will never
breathe a word of this to a soul.

I will swear it on the
Bible if necessary.

You want to speak to them?

Why do you do it here?

No-one comes here after dark.

Do you want to speak to them?

~ Yes.
~ Then we shall.

I do not wish to intrude,
I will sit here...

Mrs Johnson, we will be
speaking to your children.

We should do that alone.

At least for the first time.

Reverend? Major Ross.

Enter.

I am sorry.

My faith is...

everything.

Being barred from attending chapel...

too much for me, I am afraid. I am...

truly sorry.

Thank you. Now...

~ Mrs Johnson not here?
~ No.

How is the church coming along?

~ Oh, we have abandoned it.
~ Oh?

~ It is impossible for just the two of us.
~ Will the convicts not help?

The Governor will not allow it.

Their normal work exhausts them,
he says. To do more would kill them.

My men do not work.
They could build it.

And in return?

Nothing.

Well, the satisfaction of having
done something for the faith,

huge reward in itself,
but apart from that...

.. nothing.

Thank you.

Katherine McVitie.

You were right there as well.

Forcing myself on her was wrong.

It will not happen again.

Thank you.

But may I still entertain her?

Fully clothed, no sex. Would
you give your blessing to that?

~ When will your men start on the church?
~ Immediately.

Then, yes, you have my blessing.

~ Are the four of them here?
~ Yes.

You see them?

I feel them.

Would you like to say
something to them?

What would you like to say?

I'm sorry...

for letting you die.

They have never blamed you.

In London...

.. we lived amongst prostitutes.

Ugly, foul-mouthed, drunken,
screeching whoredom.

But they could...

.. give birth...

.. breast-feed, nurse, mother...

.. whilst I...

You gave only two of them names?

Yes.

Would you like to name the other two?

The boy would have been Thomas,
after my husband's father.

And the girl?

Joan.

After my mother.

I am in touch with two
worlds, Mrs Johnson -

those who have passed on
and those who are unborn.

There is a soul there waiting
for you to give birth to it.

~ It will die.
~ Perhaps.

But we are in New South Wales,

upside down.

What dies in England
might thrive here.

Yes?

Yes.

~ LAUGHTER
~ ♪ Oh, Tommy, my dear

♪ I'd like to wed you

♪ Oh, Tommy, my dear

♪ I'd like to bed you

♪ Smiled a reply

♪ Don't think I misled you... ♪

FIRE CRACKLES

CHATTER

And again.

~ Give me the other.
~ Is it true?

You tried to kill yourself
rather than...?

Yes.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

HE INHALES

I can smell the sea.

HE SIGHS

I went to Minehead...

.. a boarding school.

It produces... good soldiers,

good sailors.

My father went there and his father.

There was a boy in my
class called Carrington.

I think there was something wrong
with him, something amiss,

for he hardly spoke.

One day...

.. Dobson... punched him.

And when punched by Dobson, you...

you went down and you stayed down,

otherwise he'd kill you.

But, er...

.. Carrington did not go down.

I'll never forget the
look on his face.

Horror...

.. and confusion.

Horrified that Dobson was
doing this to him and...

.. utterly confused as to why.

I think it was that, the horror
and confusion, that stopped him

doing what any other boy would
do, go down... stay down.

So... Dobson goes on punching.

I run for a teacher.

"Sir.

"Sir, there is a fight
in Alpha Yard."

He...

.. dawdles back towards Alpha.

I want him to run because Dobson
is still punching Carrington,

but he... dawdles.

And we get there.

He shouts.

At last, Dobson can stop punching.

Then that teacher...

.. tells Dobson and... Carrington

and... every other boy
in that playground...

.."It was Ross here
who grassed on you."

There have been many times since then

that I have felt the
urge to show compassion,

I've always managed to resist it.

CICADAS CHIRRUP

What is that?

Cicadas, I think. They're small
but there are millions of them.

Hence the noise.

Make love to me.

What?

Make love to me?

We agreed not to.

I don't care what we agreed.

Make love to me.

And if you get pregnant?

I want to get pregnant.

And go through all that again?!

No, we will never again
see you in such pain.

It will not die.

~ They have all died.
~ This one will not.

How can you know that?

Because...

.. this... is an upside-down world,

what dies in England
will thrive here.

~ That is nonsense.
~ It is not!

Make love to me.

SHE MOANS SOFTLY

May I go now?

If you wish.

There is some... rice on the desk.

Thank you.

I used to go to confession
at Saint Cecilia's.

There was a statue of
the Virgin Mary there

and I would look up at
her as I said my penance.

She wobbled.

The truer my confession, the more
contrite, the more she wobbled.

Good night.

Good night.

FIRE CRACKLES

Do you want to go down to the sea?

He kept his word.

We just talked.

Some rice.

I will do it.

SHE LAUGHS

Did he make you undress?

No.

What did he say?

He told me about when
he was at school.

And you?

I listened.

You did not speak?

No.

I just listened.

What did he say about
when he was at school?

He told me a story.

He tried to help a boy,
but it all went wrong.

What?

I would sooner you had...

No...

SHE SOBS

BIRDSONG

WATER DRIPS

Jefferson!

We...we thought you were dead!

FREEMAN LAUGHS

Freeman...

Freeman!

FREEMAN GRUNTS

FREEMAN WHIMPERS

Freeman!

Did you follow the smell of the meat?

The natives call it kangaroo.

Come and share it with us.

How long has it been since
you ate and drank, eh?

BIRDSONG

I know what you are thinking.

You will come back at night...

.. and you will rob us!

You know there's no water
for miles, Freeman.

The river shows itself
here, disappears again.

Freeman!

I will smoke you out!

That's how the natives
catch a kangaroo.

They set the bush alight,

kangaroo comes running from the fire
straight on the natives' spears.

Show yourself or burn!

FREEMAN GRUNTS

Freeman!

Freeman!

BUGLE PLAYS

Hello, Stubbins.

Captain.

You are our blacksmith now?

Afraid so.

Mr Molloy told me about that
lovely letter from your wife.

~ Yeah?
~ Do you think I might read it?

It came the day before
we left England.

I was in despair, I felt abandoned.

I prayed to Christ.

You know, cos he felt the same
when he was hanging on the cross.

"Oh, why, my Father,
hast Thou forsaken me?"

And no sooner did I finish praying,

than my prayer was answered
with that letter.

It's lovely.

Thank you.

I could keep it in my file,
look after it for you.

I... like to carry it around with me.

Thank you.

You are busy.

~ Yes.
~ Much busier than when you
were simply working the land.

~ Yes.
~ So you might want to... forget
learning to read right now?

~ Why?
~ Well, cos your work here is so important

and you have so much of it,

where will you find the
time for anything else?

I'll find the time.

Captain Collins, I dream of writing
a letter, in my own words,

telling my darling wife
how much I miss her

and how much I long to hold
her in my arms once more.

Now, as dreams go, it's a
modest one, Captain Collins,

but, by God, it fires me!

Very well.

I shall, erm...

I'll see you later
for another lesson.

Thank you, Captain.

MEN CHATTER

Thou art Peter and upon this
rock I shall build my church!

MEN CHATTER

BIRDSONG

The drought of March has
pierced unto the root.

And bathed each vein with liquor
that has power to generate therein

and sire the flower...

MOLLOY CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND

~ Four.
~ Four.

Where's the other one?

~ You have it.
~ No, I do not.

~ You have it. You do. You do, you do.
~ No, I do not. No. Hands! Hands!

Hands! Hands!

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Ooh, hang on. Ah.

~ Aha!
~ Yes?
~ Oh-h.

I think...

I might have... found
something up here.

Oh. Oh.

SHE GASPS

~ HE LAUGHS
~ How did you do that?!

~ How could you possibly do that?!
~ Hmm?

HE SIGHS

SHE LAUGHS

~ James!
~ Freeman!
~ James!

Fool!

You bloody fool! They
will hang you for this!

Water! Someone bring
this man some water!

James?!

James? James?

Get a move on!

DOOR OPENS

It is true, then, he's back.

I missed you too much, Major.

~ You told me you shot him.
~ Yes, sir.

~ Pints and pints and pints of blood.
~ Yes, sir.

~ We will discuss this later.
~ Sir.

Give me that.

Go and fuck yourself.

Give me it.

What can you do to me?

Apart from that?

~ Who gave him it?
~ We did.

He's a dead man.

You do not waste food on a dead man.

~ My men did not wound you in any way?
~ Not even close.

You will tell the Governor that their
shots whistled past your ear.

Promise me.

Swear by Almighty God that you will
tell him that and you may eat.

I swear by Almighty God...

.. that I will tell the Governor that
their shots whistled past my ear.

Which ear incidentally?

Let us see how funny you are...
with a rope around your neck.

METAL CLANGS

Did you eat in the bush?

~ No, boss.
~ Drink?

Yes, boss, but it was bad,

gave me diarrhoea.

So how did you do it?

~ Sorry, boss?
~ How did you kill the blacksmith?

~ I coshed him.
~ And where did you get the cosh?

I made it, Governor.

I put pebbles in a canvas bag.

~ Someone helped you.
~ No, Governor.

~ Who was it?
~ No-one... helped me.

The scaffold is a lonely
place, you'll want company.

So tell me now, who helped you?

No-one.

~ Tommy Barrett?
~ No... boss.

You were not wounded in the escape?

No, boss.

Their shots... whistled past
my ear, but none hit me.

You will hang just before
dawn. Any objections?

~ I object!
~ Oh, I'm sure you do.

~ Sadly, it does not...
~ I acted in self-defence.

He was stealing my food,
starving me to death.

I tried to reason with
him, that failed.

I tried to fight him, that failed.

I even tried grassing
on him and that failed

because you refused to act!

~ What else could I do?!
~ We cannot have convicts

~ taking the law into their own hands.
~ There was no law!

You put the blacksmith above it!

I'm sorry...

.. you have killed a man
and you must hang for it.

Take him away.

I will haunt you.

I will come back and haunt you,
I swear to it. I will haunt you!

I will haunt you all to the grave!

~ Who will hang him?
~ I will.

No, it is a non-military matter,
a civilian must hang him.

A fellow convict. Will we find one?

One? Hundreds. They'd hang their
mothers for a tot of rum.

I meant what I said about keeping
the law here... bright and shiny.

I want us all to obey the law
because we respect the law.

But it is too soon for that.

Respect has to be earned
over a long period of time.

Till then, we have to make
do with fear of the law.

Fear requires a hangman.

Who will do it?

Who will be our hangman?

What do you think will happen here?

Please.

There'll be a bloodbath.

Not enough women, not enough food,

men will turn on each other.

And that is why we need a hangman.

~ Yes.
~ Will you do it?
~ I couldn't harm a fly.
~ I know.

Then how would you expect
me to hang a man?

And being the hangman, you
are maintaining law and order.

There are those who
will hate you for it.

Fools, scoundrels, they
will wish you harm.

They will not do you harm however.

You will have an armed guard
with you wherever you go,

whatever you do, sleeping,
waking, eating,

an armed soldier with
you at all times.

No-one will be more secure
than our hangman.

So step forward.

What will happen to the hangman?

Someone will cut his throat.

Yes.

Unless he is a man who deserves
sympathy and respect.

A man who finds it almost
impossible to hang a man,

a man who is sick each
time he has to do it.

A man who finds it so repellent
he can be doing it only because...

.. we need him to do it.

A hangman such as that
would be allowed to live.

But I am not that kind of man.

The hangman will be entitled
to extra food.

Extra pork... even.

And that is not a bribe,

that is simply our way of
keeping him fit and well,

because we do not want
him to die on us

and make us go through
all this again.

So extra pork for the hangman.

A tot of rum as well.

~ Someone has to do it.
~ Yes.
~ You agree?
~ Yes.

And you have stood there, you
felt the noose around your neck,

~ you know what it is like.
~ Yes.
~ And you have principles.

You have shown yourself
prepared to die for them.

No-one would say, "Tommy Barrett is
doing it for the extra piece of pork."

They would say, "Tommy Barrett is
doing it because it has to be done."

~ Tommy Barrett is not doing it.
~ You're the only man who can, Tommy,

because you are truly Christ-like.

I am NOT Christ-like!

Believe me!

I have done some terrible, terrible
things in my life, Reverend,

and I am not Christ-like!

Who should do it, then?

Go to hell, Reverend.

I have the power to
reduce your sentences.

If you are doing fourteen years,
I will reduce it to seven.

If seven, I will bring it
down to three and a half.

As soon as you volunteer,

Captain Collins will find your file
and we will cut your time in half.

The second thing is this...

.. you might be too embarrassed

to step forward in
front of your friends.

If so... come to Captain Collins'
tent and volunteer there.

In secrecy.

Total secrecy.

No hangman, no law.

No.

Hmm. They will not inform on anyone
and they will not hang anyone.

On those two points, huge integrity.

If you could take that integrity
and apply it elsewhere,

to other aspects of their lives...

.. this colony would thrive.

I'm not sure it is
integrity, Governor.

~ No?
~ No.

If they inform, if they hang someone,
they get their throats cut.

~ It's as simple as that.
~ You think so?
~ Yes.

Whenever I am impressed
by a convict, a...

noble deed, a generous gesture,

I come back here and
I look at his file.

And his file, and this has always
been the truth up to now, Governor,

his file reminds me that he is incapable
of nobility or generosity.

And that whatever he did
that so impressed me,

he did for his own ends.

Hmm. Do not read them, then.

Do you think...

.. anyone will come?

No, sir.

~ Is he in?
~ Yes.

And he's expecting you, Sergeant.

Sergeant Timmins, sir.

Sir.

The shots we heard, they were
fired into the air, yes?

~ Yes, sir.
~ You disobeyed my direct order.

I knew that Freeman would die in the
bush, sir, or come back here and hang.

~ I saw no need to pursue him.
~ You saw no need?!
~ He was a dead man, sir.

~ Why pursue a dead man if
it puts the living at risk?
~ At risk of what?

~ Attack by natives, sir.
~ You were armed to the teeth!

~ Permission to speak freely, sir.
~ Granted.

When we came ashore,

you promised the men you'd get
them all home safe and sound.

Your... good sense would make up
for the Governor's misjudgment.

I made a similar promise,

only my good sense would make
up for your misjudgment, sir.

~ My misjudg... my misjudgment?!
~ You gave me permission to speak freely, sir.

Being armed to the teeth will
not help you in the bush, sir.

The natives have never
seen what guns can do,

so they do not fear them.

You go into the bush
with dozens of men

or you do not go at all.

I order you to flog a whore and you
do so only with great reluctance.

~ Sir...
~ I tell you that the next time

you hesitate to obey an order
of mine, I will have you shot.

You obviously think
it an idle threat,

because now this outright disobedience.

~ I do not think it an idle threat, sir.
~ So you do expect to be shot?

Yes, sir.

Is there anything you can say

that might dissuade me?

Only this, sir.

I solemnly swear... I will never
again disobey your order, sir.

What if, once again, you
think it "a misjudgment"?

I will obey...

.. no matter what.

I will hold you to that.

And Jean is your wife?

Sister.

I have no wife.

~ Dear Jean...
~ Dearest.

~ FREEMAN SIGHS
~ Dearest Jean...

~ I am to hang just before dawn...
~ MOLLOY SIGHS

What is it?

MOLLOY SIGHS

I've written many letters
for men about to hang.

Tommy Barrett was the last
as a matter of fact.

And they all want to start like that.

~ And that is wrong?
~ I think so.

DOOR OPENS

She will get this letter six months
from now, at the earliest.

You'll be long dead.

She will think about
the way that you died.

Hood over your head,
noose around your neck,

and your fear... your terror.

It will haunt her for
the rest of her days.

Far better for her to think
that you simply slipped away.

~ Yes.
~ With the fever perhaps.

Hmm.

Dearest Jean...

~ .. I have the fever.
~ Good man.

CICADAS CHIRRUP

FREEMAN: They have a hangman?

~ So they say.
~ Who?

~ I do not know.
~ He's a dead man whoever he is.

HE SCOFFS

I had this coming.

Yes. A few nights ago, you see,
Tommy was here, I was there.

My best friend was about to hang
and I did not want him to hang.

I can say that with total honesty,

but I did think that if Tommy hanged,

it would not be all
bad news because...

.. you would be free.

Because of our friendship, you
might say yes to being my woman.

Not right away, not while you grieve
for Tommy, but eventually perhaps.

And that would be
a dream come true...

.. because I think you are beautiful.

And strong.

Principled. Hmm.

And generous and just...

FREEMAN SIGHS

.. just wonderful!

Thank you.

May I kiss you?

Yes.

May I?

Yes.

DOOR OPENS

~ Open.
~ KEYS JANGLE

~ Major, give him your gun.
~ Gun.

Move. Hands.

He found the Garden of Eden, boss.

Hundreds of acres of
thick, green grass.

No rocks, no trees,
perfect for farmland.

~ Spare him and he will take you to it.
~ And he has kept that secret until now?

Say goodbye to your friends, Freeman.

~ We're coming with him, Governor.
~ No, you're not.

~ Keep them here.
~ Sir.
~ Say your goodbyes.

Take my food.

~ SHE SIGHS
~ Let us go.
~ Move!

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name,
Thy kingdom come...

Who is hanging me?

I am.

~ Give us this day our daily bread...
~ I saw Jefferson, boss.

The Garden of Eden and Jefferson?

~ I did not see the Garden of
Eden, boss, but I saw Jefferson.
~ Where?

In a clearing in the jungle.

A huge country such as this and you
just happened to bump into each other.

I followed a dried-up river in the
hope that it would lead me to water.

~ I saw smoke, I followed
it and I found Jefferson.
~ I am sure you did.

~ Yes, I could take you to him.
~ He is dead, Freeman.

You will be with him very shortly.

REVEREND CONTINUES PRAYING

FREEMAN WHIMPERS

Oh!

REVEREND CONTINUES TO PRAY

No!

..with the Lord is
plenteous redemption.

Goodbye, Freeman.

FREEMAN SOBS

FREEMAN WHIMPERS

~ The fires of hell...
~ You want to live?

FREEMAN WHIMPERS

~ Yes!
~ What?

Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

What would you do to live?

Anything.

Would you be our hangman?

Whomever we tell you
to hang, you hang.

If you do not do it, we hang
you. Do you understand?

~ Yes.
~ Do you agree?

Yes.

Free this man.

What now?

You can go.

~ I can just leave?
~ Yes.

Flog me.

They will all know
I have done a deal.

No.

Tobacco... for the hangman.