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What are you doing?

Running in fear of my life, Sergeant.

- Convict, he's going to kill me.
- Why?

Because I went with his wife.

- Tommy Barrett?
- Yes.

- Is it true?
- No.

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

If he does Buckley, he hangs.
So he does not leave, yes?

- Yes.
- It is true.

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

- It is true, woman!
- It is not!

Then how does he know
about the birthmark?

- I do not know.
- You're lying!

I'm not.

You let him have you.

A soldier.

You let a soldier have you.

I had to!

- No. You're not leaving.
- Get out of my way!

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

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

yes, I had to go with that soldier.

- Get out of the way.
- I did it for you.

- Get out of my way!
- No.

What? Would you shove me out the way,

manhandle me,
a woman carrying your child?

- My child?
- Yes.

- How can you even know that?
- I know.

- Let me go.
- No.

How does he know?

I told him, Sarge.

You told Barrett
you've been with his wife?

- Yes, Sarge.
- Why?

- Because he won at cards?
- He cheated, Sarge!

You told him out of spite?

Yes.

You deserve everything you get,
Private Buckley.

Give me the gun, Sarge, please!

If he hits you once, he hangs.
If he rips you to bits, he hangs.

So which do you think is likely?

- Please, Sarge.
- Buckley!

That is not Barrett.

Come through!

- Hey.
- Let him through.

- Run.
- Bush, the sea?

- Then hide.
- So what?

- If he finds you, he will kill you.
- I am touched by your concern.

I do not give a damn about you dying,
but I care about Tommy hanging

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

So run, you shite, or hide or both.

And have scum like you laugh at me?

No one will laugh at you.

I'm sure.

Please, Sarge!

Buckley is armed, Tommy.

They all are.
So go anywhere near him...

- You knew.
...they will shoot you dead.

- You knew.
- And if by any chance

they still miss from point-blank range,

by any chance you manage
to strike a blow,

they will hang you for it.
I will not let you hang.

- Tommy. Tommy.
- You were trying to stop it. Yeah?

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

You were trying to stop it. Yeah?

She did it for you, Tommy!

Yeah? For me? If it had been you,
if it had been your wife

and I knew about it, I would've
ripped that soldier's heart out.

Tommy!

- I would've torn him apart!
- What? And hang for it, you bloody fool?

- Yes.
- Tommy, stay here!

- Do not move!
- I will get past you.

If I have to blast past him,

if I have to manhandle you both...

And you, you knew both sides!

If I have to flatten you,
I will, you have been warned.

This is selfishness.
This is selfishness, yes!

You are putting revenge
above your own child.

You take revenge, they hang you

and this child grows up with no father.

What else could that be but selfishness?

No, you're not getting past me.

The only way you're ever going to get
past me is if you hurt me.

Hurt the woman you tried to love,
so do it.

- Lf I have to hurt you, I will.
- Hurt me. Hurt your pregnant wife.

That's the only way
you're getting past me!

Buckley!

Buckley!

Box him.

Do you think Barrett's
going to play by the rules?

Buckley, you bastard!

If you hit him, Barrett, you will hang!

Sarge.

He has it coming.

Enough!

That is enough.

I will hang for this.

So one more, please.

Get out.

- No.
- Do not come near me.

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

They will hang you, you bloody fool.

So just turn around...

That means we must throw ourselves
onto his mercy.

I do not want to look at you.

I cannot look at you.
Get your hands off me.

Will you let me do the talking, please?

Yeah. Get your hands off of me!

You will not rant and rave
and use your fists!

You... You... You will not.

And listen and use your head.

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

Get your hands off of me.

I will not see you hang.

I did it, sir.

I fucked his wife.

Why did he do it?

I fucked his wife.

Did you land one or two yourself?

- Yes.
- What?

- Yes.
- Yes?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

They said, "Buckley's
just lying there like a cabbage."

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

Sir.

Present arms.

- He is half dead.
- Only half?

- Why did you do it?
- Why not?

Private Buckley fucked me, boss.

I will not bore you with the details

but I let him do it
to save my Tommy's life.

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

So he kept it quiet.

But last night, Tommy cleaned
him out of cards.

So out of spite,

out of sheer vindictiveness,

he told Tommy he had fucked me.

And Tommy battered him for it.

Never has a man deserved battering
more than Private Buckley.

And I will not let you
hang Tommy for it.

Will you apologise to him?

Yes.

No, boss.

It might help your case.

You put me anywhere
near that soldier again

and I will attack him again.

Who else was gambling?

Two soldiers and another convict.

Mmm-hmm. Their names, please.

Governor, I have
nothing but respect for you

and the office that you hold.
But it is my duty

to remind you of the words
that you used when you addressed us all,

officers, soldiers, and convicts
20 days ago.

"In England,"you said,
"the law is soiled,

"tarnished, corrupted.

"Here, in New South Wales,

"it is bright and shiny.

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

Governor, you do not keep
the law bright and shiny

by hanging a man that does not
deserve to be hanged

but doing it only because
the soldiers expect you to.

How dare you?

I must.

Why are the convicts here, Governor?

Are they here as punishment

or for punishment?

As punishment.

Simply being here is punishment enough.

That is correct.

It follows, then,
that all men here are equal,

for to be unequal would be punishment.

- Yes?
- Yes.

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

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

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

No.

If Soldier Smith said to Soldier Jones

that he had had sex with Jones's wife

and he said it out of
sheer vindictiveness,

we would not be surprised
if Jones attacked him.

We would certainly not be talking
about hanging him for it.

- A flogging for both, perhaps, yes?
- Yes.

So why are we talking about
hanging Thomas Barrett?

- Major?
- I'm not prepared to debate this matter,

if a convict strikes a soldier,
it is death.

If a convict strikes a soldier

for no good reason, yes.

But when the convict has every reason,

when the soldier deserved to be struck,

that is different, surely?

It is not.

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

- Never.
- Lf the soldier

- is buggering the convict?
- Unlikely to happen.

If the soldier is stabbing the convict
with his bayonet?

That, too, is unlikely to happen.

- But if it did?
- If it did, then, yes,

the convict would be justified

because it would be self-defence.

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

He struck because
of something in the past.

His life was not in any danger.

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

his wife, Elizabeth.
Governor, you will recall.

He was prepared to hang for that woman

and we found a way to save him.

Nothing has changed.

He is still prepared to hang for her.

Let us find another way to save him.

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

Anything else, Reverend?

- No.
- Major?

Ah, no.

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

- If you could give me a few hours...
- No. No, no, no,

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

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

To delay a decision is to give
credence to these arguments

and these arguments are dangerous.

A convict strikes a soldier,
the convict hangs immediately.

No ifs or buts.

In fact, the more
he tries to justify it,

the bigger the drop he hangs.

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

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

Three hours?

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

You will be cutting rations
again soon, Governor?

That means even greater hunger,

even deeper despair,

even more talk among
the convicts of rebellion.

You will need my men more than ever.

Do not alienate them in this way.

Tell me right now
that you will hang Tommy Barrett.

No.

- Anything else?
- Yes.

I would prefer this not to be minuted.

As you wish.

There are 28 people in the hospital?

Yes.

How many are likely to recover?

- None.
- Fall ill and you cannot recover

because your ration of food
is so small, yes?

Yes.

Then why feed them at all?

You are suggesting
we stop feeding the sick?

The dying, we stop
wasting food on the dying.

- Reverend?
- Yes?

- What do you say to that?
- Nothing.

Well, can we, as Christians,
stop feeding the dying?

I will treat that question
with the contempt it deserves.

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

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

Just as Major Ross did not wish
to debate pros and cons

of hanging Tommy Barrett, I will not...

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

No.

We can stop feeding them?

In these circumstances, yes.

Can we eat the dead?

What?

Can we eat the dead?

No.

Cannibalism is a sin.

Well, not when you do not
know what you are doing.

I'm not suggesting for one moment
that we eat the dead.

I'm suggesting we feed
the dead to the convicts.

We tell them it is meat, it is wallaby.

They have never tasted human flesh,

they have never tasted wallaby,

so they will not know.
Thus, there is no sin.

You cannot sin unless
you know you are sinning.

We will know.

We will be sinning.

- So be it.
- No.

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

I am on this Earth only to gain

the kingdom of heaven
for my immortal soul.

I cannot do that by watching
people eat each other.

You should think a bit less
about your immortal soul

and a bit more about
the people in your care.

How dare you?

If we feed human flesh

to the convicts, we free up
other food for my men

and that has to be done.

I will not watch my soldiers die.

No. We are not at that stage yet.

Well, then,
what killed Private Mulroney?

We will stop
feeding the sick immediately.

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

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

You may go.

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

Did she?

Yes. She said she'd spoken to you

but you thought it unnecessary.

- Yes.
- I agree.

I'm allowing my men to protect you.

- Thank you.
- Let us hope that is always the case.

He is to hang?

Buckley says he landed one or two.

- On me?
- Yes.

Well, if he did, I did not notice.

You have smashed his face into pulp.

Well, he always was an ugly bastard.

The noose is a work of genius.

The tighter it gets,
the more you struggle.

But the more you struggle,
the tighter it gets.

Genius.

The Governor's decided, then?

Not just yet. Sergeant.

He may not hang Barrett.

What do you think of that?

I'd be pleased for Barrett

but I think it's a huge mistake, sir.

- How is morale?
- Low.

Private Buckley
will carry his scars for months.

And the convicts will see them.

They will see the man
who inflicted them

strutting round like a peacock.

Where will morale be then?

Even lower.

To whom do you owe more allegiance,

me or the Governor?

Well, you, sir.

You're my commanding officer.

If he does not hang Barrett,

I want you to arrest the Governor.

- Sir?
- Put him behind bars.

I will assume control.

Is that not mutiny, sir?

No. It is common sense.

Might you think it
another misjudgement?

- No, sir.
- Then you must do it.

They will take me
back to England and hang me.

Then we will hang together.

You're a rich Englishman.
I'm a common Scot. I will hang.

You shall go free.

I order you to arrest the Governor

if the Governor
does not hang Tommy Barrett.

- Sir.
- You will do it?

Yes, sir.

And then we will hang
Tommy Barrett from a tree.

Not the scaffold, a tree.

And we will leave him
hanging there for all to see

until every one of Private Buckley's
scars have healed. Yes?

Yes, sir.

Stand for the Major.

At ease, all of you.

Have you stopped hiding?

Yes.

Show me your hands.

Show me.

Where is he?

North section.

Corporal.

Sir.

What should we do with Barrett?

Hang him, sir.

Would you hang him?

Yes, sir.

You may have to.

- Fine, sir.
- Yes, boss.

You'd have the stomach for that?

- Yes, sir.
- Mmm.

- Will that be all, sir?
- No.

I will entertain Katherine tonight.

- Sir.
- Mmm-hmm.

I will not give her food.

To give her food
is to treat her like a whore

and I know for certain she's no whore.

You, Corporal,
may have acted like a pimp,

but that woman of yours is no whore.

I would remind you, sir,

that you gave me this

before you mentioned Katherine McVitie.

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

I am no pimp, sir.

Dismissed.

Sir.

Thinking of the idea of the magic E

and the fact it creates
a long vowel sound.

If you take the magic E away
from these words,

you have a short vowel sound.
So let's start here...

P-E-G. Peg.

Anyone?

Beg.

Yes.

B-E-G, beg.

Correct. Good.

May I come to you tonight?

Of course.

- Mrs Johnson?
- Yes?

Would you write something for me?

Of course.

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

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

Yes.

Pipe.

Pipe, good. Pipe.

"I will

"always

"wait

"for you..."

- My darling.
- "My...

- Darling.
- "...darling."

- The second word on the list?
- Rip.

Rip, good.

- Thank you.
- With the E?

- Ripe.
- Ripe.

Should we try words ending in N?

Yes, what time?

Um, 8:00.

Good, pip and pipe.

- Rip and ripe.
- Will...

With the E?

Tripe.

Tell your children

how you felt
when you gave birth to them.

Our next word, without the E.

- Strip.
- Strip, good. Strip.

M-E-N, men.

Ah, one more.
Something you write with.

Mrs Johnson?

Yes?

And with the E?

Would you like to write it, Anne?

- Anyone?
- What is it?

Could you, um,

show me where these words
are in my letter?

Yes, of course.

Stripe.

Stripe, good. Stripe.

Who told you that
these words were in here?

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

Letters Molloy.

That will be all for today. Thank you.

Then, I think you should
take this to Mr Molloy

and ask him to show you where they are.

Has he lied to me?

I think the Governor is
about to pronounce sentence.

Would you like to come?

He has lied to me.

See Mr Molloy.

I am sorry.

That poor man.

Come on. Come on, Tommy.

Come on, Tommy. Get up.

What stakes
were you playing for?

Elizabeth.

You were gambling
with your wife's body?

Yes.

This woman you were prepared to die for?

There was no way I could lose.

It was my deal.

And the soldiers?

Rum.

- They were gambling their rum?
- Yes.

If a convict
attacks a soldier,

the convict must hang. You knew that?

Yes.

And yet you still attacked him?

Yes.

Sergeant Timmins, you were there.

And you did not stop this attack.

I did eventually, sir.

Eventually?

You did not prevent it because you knew
this soldier had it coming, yes?

Yes, sir.

Thomas Barrett,

tonight you may invite
some friends to your cell

to mark your last night on Earth.

Every soldier will donate
his rum ration to you.

Get drunk, Thomas.

For at noon tomorrow, you will hang.

Thank you, boss.

I think.

Take him away.

Go with him, please.

Go, please.

The Major wants you tonight.

Oh?

- Will you talk with him again?
- Yes.

Is it not better for you
that we just talk?

No.

- I love you.
- I know.

I would do anything for you.

I know.

- Do you love me?
- Yes.

Would you do anything for me?

Yes.

Fuck him.

- Do not talk to him.
- What?

I would sooner you fuck him
than talk to him.

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

What was the story he told you?

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

Tell me the story.

There was a fight in the playground.

One boy was really hurting
the other boy.

So Major Ross got a teacher
to stop the fight.

And it was the teacher
who said to everyone

that Major Ross grassed the two boys up.

Why is that a good story?

It says something about the Major.

That he's a grass?

- No.
- What, then?

Let us talk about something else.

What does it say about the Major?

It says he was kind once

but he suffered for it.

So he's wary of ever being kind again.

What?

Tell me something about you.

Something I do not know.

- Something you do not know?
- Yes.

- Yet?
- Yes.

I am losing you.

# There they was
a gentleman soldier

# As a sentry he did stand

# He saluted the fair maid
by a waving of his hand

# So boldly then he kissed her
and he passed it off as a joke

# He drilled her up in the sentry-box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloak

# And the drums they go
with a rat-a-ta-tat

# And the fifes they loudly play... #

Oh, yes.

We're going to swear an oath.

But I want to hear you talking and
not the rum when we swear, understand?

Mmm-hmm.

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

No one except for Tommy.

I will wait for you all.

We will not watch Tommy swing.

We will treat this injustice
with the contempt it deserves.

We will turn our backs on him, agreed?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We need someone to shout "turn".

There'll be armed soldiers
all around you.

It will take guts.

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

Is that also understood?

Yeah.

Letters?

I cannot be sure.

That's fine.

No man will think
any less of you for that.

All right.

I will do it.

No.

I will do it, then.

But all must turn.

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

Mmm-hmm.

Yes.

I swear not to watch Tommy swing.

I will not watch Tommy swing.

I will not watch Tommy Barrett swing.

I swear not to watch Tommy swing.

I will not simply stand by
and watch Tommy swing.

To Tommy Barrett.

To Tommy Barrett.

You want me tonight, Major?

Yes, um...

Perhaps we can talk for a while.

That would be acceptable, yes.

- You are writing.
- Yes.

To who?

- Can you read?
- No.

My mother.

My fianc馥.

What is her name?

Emily.

Is she pretty?

Yes.

- Educated?
- Yes.

Sophisticated?

Yes.

- Rich?
- Yes.

But apart from that?

Shall we?

Yes.

When you, Peter,

were born and you were dead,

your father hugged me so tight.

And your father's parents,
your grandparents,

hugged me so tight.

And only then did they hug your father.

When you,

Martha, were born,

and you were dead,

your father hugged me again.

But your grandparents

hugged your father first

and only then did they hug me.

When you,

Thomas, were born,

when you were dead,

your father

sat in a chair and stared at the floor

and your grandfather put his hand

on your father's shoulder

but he could not look at me.

And your grandmother

stood in the corner of the room

facing that corner,

unable to look at me.

And it seemed like hours

until your father got out
of that chair and hugged me.

And when you,

June,

were born,

and you were dead,

nobody hugged me,

nobody even looked at me.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for listening to me.

Thank you.

Does he have a hangman?

So they say.

A soldier?

A convict.

- I do not believe it.
- Believe it.

If a convict will kill him,

as soon as possible after the hanging,

we cut the bastard's throat.

He will have an armed guard.

We bribe them.

- What with?
- Elizabeth.

Would you do that, Elizabeth?

- Would you shag some soldiers?
- To cut a hangman's throat?

Yes.

- Tommy?
- No.

You will be gone.

He will have hanged you
and I will do what it takes

to cut the bastard's throat.

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

James,

can we use Elizabeth in that way?

Yes.

We know how hard
this is for you, James.

We know how close you and Tommy are.

When you asked
the teacher to stop the fight,

did you not realise
they would call you a grass?

No. No. No, I was just

thinking about the boy being battered.
I wanted it to stop.

Did you tell them that?

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

You've been thinking about this.

Yes.

So you have been thinking about me,

if the story, so too me.

Yes.

May I ask about your story?

Yes.

You might think
I'm doubting it, I am not.

I am just curious.

Yes.

Did you tell the priest
the statue wobbled?

No.

Why not?

If the statue wobbled forever,
then someone else would tell him.

If it wobbled only for me,

it was my miracle, my secret.

Could have been an optical illusion?

Yes.

But an optical illusion
still needs to be created,

it would still be God's work

or the Virgin Mary's.

You too have been thinking
about the story?

Yes.

And therefore, thinking about me?

Yes.

I love the humming and stuff.

# It so pleased me

# That quickly I sat down

# And nibbled the stuff that I did take

# Till I drank it all down #

Present arms.

Sergeant.

Sir. Sir.

You had five soldiers there

when the Governor pronounced sentence.

- Yes, sir.
- Why so many?

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

Tommy Barrett, panic?

Sir.

And he was chained,
how could he lash out when chained?

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

There were five

because you planned
to arrest the Governor

if he spared Tommy Barrett's life?

- No, sir.
- On Major Ross's orders, I assume?

Major Ross gave
no such order, sir.

Sergeant.

Sir.

Parliament had put me in charge
of the soldiers here.

And if I cease to be in charge,

they will no longer be soldiers,
they will be rabble.

Sir.

# Well, at length that night
when I came home

# My poor wife, she stood at the door

# And with fingers long
and crooked nails

# My eyes and face she told

# Oh, she rolled me in the gutter too

# And she rolled me off and all

It is whisky, aye?

Why do you keep looking at me?

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

Why?

Read that.

Who wrote this?

Mrs Johnson. Read it.

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

You told me

that those words were contained
in the letter from my wife.

Yes.

Show me.

Did Mrs Johnson read this?

- Yes.
- Aloud?

To herself.

And what did she say when she'd read it?

She told me to see you.

Oh.

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

Show me those words in Agnes's letter.

They're not there.

You lied to me.

- Yes.
- Why?

Can we speak when we're alone?

No. Why did you lie to me?

I do not know.

Read it.

You will find it painful.

Read it!

"Dear Stubby,

"notwithstanding what I wrote previous,

"I hereby tell you of a man...

"I hereby tell you of a man that I met

- "and intend to spend the rest..."
- No...

"...of my natural life with."

"I..."

- "I..."
- No, no, no, no, no.

"I'm sorry if this offends.

"I, uh...

"I hope this finds you well.

"Yours faithfully,

"Agnes."

You bastard.

I'm sorry.

Who knew?

Just me.

A few days ago I told Captain Collins.

Did you laugh at me behind my back?

No.

I will shout "turn".

You have had rum.

I have absolutely nothing to live for.

So I promise you,

I will shout "turn".

Promise me in the morning
when you're sober.

I will.

You bastard.

Let me out, please!

Let me out, please, you lying bastard!

He got it the day before we sailed.

It was...

It was difficult to see her again,
anyway.

It...

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

Will you hang Tommy Barrett?

Yes.

Are you looking forward to it?

No.

No one wants to see
a man like that hang.

Quite a few soldiers do.

Some, yes.

Your corporal?

No.

Are you sure of that?

Yes.

He has too much feeling,

too much compassion
to enjoy the death of any man.

He's a soldier,

trained to kill

and to enjoy it.

No. Otherwise, you would be dead.

He could not kill me
because of compassion?

- Yes.
- Oh.

Not fear?

- No.
- I think it was fear.

Or perhaps

as being a Marine,

I am his commanding officer

and a Marine would never
kill his commanding officer.

He would put that,

being a Marine, above everything,

even his love for you.

No.

I think you should go now.

- Have I offended you?
- No.

He did not want me to talk to you.

Your corporal?

Yes.

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

Really?

Yes.

So making love now
would be a tiny betrayal?

Insignificant,
now that I have talked to you.

For him, perhaps.

For me, it would be huge.

Did he say that to you?

He would sooner us make love than talk?

- Yes.
- So has he not betrayed you?

In a way, perhaps.

Would it be

unpleasant making love?

As unpleasant as it once was for you?

No.

Should we not try it, then?

You gave your word to the vicar.

I said I would not make love to you

unless you asked me to make love to you.

Ask me.

I cannot do that.

Do you have food for me?

No.

No?

You promised me food.
Each time I came to you,

you said you would send me away
with some food.

- I have changed my mind.
- You have reneged on a promise.

- Yes.
- Goodnight, Major.

- Must you wait there?
- Does it annoy you?

Yes.

I am sorry.

People see you waiting there
and they know I am in the Major's tent

and I do not like that.

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

and knowing when he is doing it.

I am sorry.

You will not do it in future.

I will not.

Thank you.

- Did you talk?
- No.

Did you say hello?

- Yes.
- And goodbye?

- Yes.
- Then you talked!

- Hello and goodbye, yes.
- Nothing in the middle?

- No.
- Did he talk?

- No.
- Why not?

I made it clear I did not want to talk.

- How?
- I just did.

He gave me no food.

- I know.
- You know?

Yes, he said to give you food
was to treat you as a whore

and he knows for certain
you are no whore.

- He said that?
- Yes.

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

Enough of your questions.

Please make love to me.

- I love this man, I love him.
- Come on, now.

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

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

How will they do that? Hmm?

- Promise me, yeah? Hey?
- Mmm-hmm.

- You promise me.
- Come on.

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

I am staying.

You are his wife, you're entitled to,
but the rest of you...

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

Hmm? James?

I promise.

Aw.

Oh, there's some rum left.

You have to go, Tommy.

It's all very
well for you, Tommy.

Some of us have work in the morning.

Come on.

Where is she?

Where is Katherine?

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

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