"Alright." "Come on, Dalton." "Come on." "Give me your hand." "Come here." "OK, in you get." "Go on." "That's it." "Go on." "Come on, lads." "There's freedom in work, lads." "Freedom in work." "Sooner you get this forest cut down, the sooner we can go home." "Great ships are built on the shoulders of you and I." "Great ships." "Mothers!" "Got no tongue in your head today?" "Surely not." "Your man Mothers has found himself homesick this day and mute it has made him." "Poor lad." "He misses his Scottish homeland." "He'd rather be there than with the likes of you." "One... two... three." "If this one sinks, there'll be some fucking language." "It was some meal I was treated to last night." "Soup, baked bread... ..mutton." "The likes I cannot recall since I left the homeland." "I was in no need of my good friend the potato." "But he poured forth." "I wish myself deaf." "He yaps more than a dog with three heads." "But I did manage to smuggle a little something to..." "There's not much, but..." "Well, it'll go wonderfully with your bread there." "It's there if anyone wants it." "What are you smiling at now, Bodenheim?" "No law against smiling." "Not yet, young Thomas." "Not yet." "Where's that mongrel sailor" " Greenhill?" "Greenhill?" "Where is he?" "Where is he?" "You'll all feel the taste of it if he's not found this minute." "Arggh!" "There's not a boat to be seen on the harbour." "Now's our chance." " Help!" "Help!" " Shut him up!" "You took your bleeding time." "If I had to listen to one more word..." "This is to remove your tongue if you make noise with it." "Understand?" "Take his clothes." "Take his clothes!" "Keep fucking still!" " Pass the coat." " Get off me!" "Get off me!" "Come on." "Come on!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Come on!" "Where will you go?" "There's nothing out there." "No!" "No!" "Fat... fucking..." "You hit him one more time one more time, and I swear to fuck we leave you here with him!" "Grab everything!" "Quickly!" "There'll be supplies on the ship when we get there." "We make our move at dusk." "Run!" "What?" "Are they shooting each other?" "Shh." " We can't stay here." " Can't go back now." "Quiet." "We head east." "If you don't want a noose around your neck, follow me." " I'm bleeding cold." " Be quiet." "I need a fire." "We can't, you nikey." "I need the warm!" " Punch that cunt, Mothers." " You fucking try it." "The wee lad wants to be a little bit of a fighter, does he?" "You're all talk, old man." "You're the one fucking talking." "Why don't you just shut your mouth?" "You'll be talking when you're left behind." "Why don't you go to fucking sleep?" "We're all fucking cold." " What are they saying?" " I don't know." "You're fucking Irish." "Go to fucking sleep." "You might not see it in me, but I'm quite the ladies' man in Hobart Town." "Are you just?" "When you consider the odds stacked against us." "Not one complaint, I'll have you know." "Is that right?" "I've found, in my time, that rubbing the flesh above the hole has a powerful effect on all women and brings a strong wetness like an ocean." "What did you fucking say?" "You alright?" "Bleeding Irish scum." "Cooee!" "Quiet!" "Where to now, Captain?" "At least we'll never be far from the harbour." "Little Brown." "You right, Ned?" "Aye, it's fucking cold." "Little Brown!" "Swear to Christ!" "Hey!" "You leave him be there!" "I won't be hanged on the account of an old lag." "Swimming, is it, lads?" "Are you coming in, William?" "Look out, Dalton!" "There's a great big snake in front of you!" "Don't you worry about this one!" "It's the wee little fella back there that concerns me!" "In my fair opinion, lads, this spring is even better than the last." "That is the very truth itself, William Kennelly!" "It is a fine spring!" "And better than the last, Pearce?" "Aye, Mr Dalton, and... even... better than the one before that!" "You bog trotters are all mad." "Jesus' mother, Mary of God." "Joseph." "All the heavenly host." "Fuck the count of it." "Upon my soul, lads, what a beautiful day!" "The sun is shining!" "We have our liberty!" "Christ, what a land this is!" "Hey!" "Kennelly!" "Free Ireland!" "Free Ireland!" "I'm right behind you!" "Use your muscles, man!" "Use your muscles!" "And the door would fling open, and there she was, standing there with her wee little dugs swinging back and forth like a..." "Don't say it." "I've heard it too often and in too great a detail for it to be false." "No, it can't be." "So, every morning without fail, she'd make me rub her cold legs and she would sing to me softly about the sea." "But, by God, wouldn't she fart on me when I was down there." "A case of the six o'clock farts would send my eyes burning." "You're standing there with this great big fucking arse." "Christ almighty!" "Them were farts you could smell through your ears." " What the hell are you talking about?" " Women, lad." "If they didn't have cunts, you'd throw stones at them." "What?" "We were just relating as to what the two of you were doing in the bushes." "We were getting wood for the fire." " Do you think it funny?" " Aye." "It has humour." "One question, Robert." "Is it true that Travers here was a ticket-of-leave man before you met?" "I speak for myself." "So, Robert, is it true that Travers here was a ticket-of-leave man?" "No." "I had no ticket of leave." "I heard you had land." "And sheep to tend." "Is that true?" "I had a lease of land promised to me, yeah." "But time..." "It takes time..." "Here you are?" "All the land you could possibly desire." "You must have been quite a catch, Mr Greenhill." "Come on." "Come on, Ned." "I'll guide you through it." "Come on." "Come on, Ned." "You're coming with us." "Yeah." "You're coming with us." "You're coming with us." "Leave him." "He's holding us back." "Come on." "Come on, Neddy." "Come on." "Just fucking leave him!" "Come on!" "Cooee!" "You'll be fine!" " Fuck this." " Wait!" " Fuck this!" " My nose is fucking cold!" "We've got to stop here for Brown!" "Leave him!" " Come on." " Leave him." "Wait!" "Wait!" "We have to stop here for the night!" " Not here!" "No!" "I said leave him!" " Aye!" "We leave no-one!" "We rest here!" "We'll freeze up here!" "This is madness!" "I'm heading to lower ground!" "I'm following him!" "For once he's right!" "Pearce!" "Let's head down!" "Head down!" "Come on!" "Come on." "Leave him!" "That the last of it?" "Where in hell are you taking us, Captain?" "East." "We'll hit the settled districts before long." "What do we eat?" "We've no food left." "And I'm tired of carrying these godforsaken pots." "And for what use?" "He said we were to escape by boat." "Not to walk to our deaths!" "This fool doesn't know where he's going!" "You heard your man." "We're headed east." "Do you miss the flogging?" "Easy." "Easy, lad." "Easy." "I witnessed a young chavy take 200 lashes once." "After the first 100, you could see his spine poking through." "So for the next 100 they had to whip his arse." "Blood gushing like a tap." "Never tried to escape after that." "There's no going back." "Not for any of us." "Hey, what are you doing, you mad English bastard?" "Shh!" "An animal?" "By Christ, lad, you're seeing things." "Would you shut your fucking mouth?" "You'll never catch it." "He'll never catch it." "Them imaginations are too fast." "Fuck you!" "Aarggh!" " Hey." "Hey." " Do what you're fucking told, old man!" "Hey, you get your fucking hands off!" "Get your hands off!" "Get your fucking hands off." "Arggh!" "Bodenheim!" "Stop it!" "No-one touches me!" " Stay back." "Bodenheim!" "Pearce!" "I will not fight." "Fuck you!" "I will not fight!" "Pearce?" "♪ It's oft-time" "♪ When I slumber" "♪ I have a pleasant dream" "♪ With my pretty girl I be roving" "♪ Down by a sparkling stream" "♪ In Ireland I've been roving" "♪ With her at my command" "♪ But I wake up broken-hearted" "♪ 'pon Van Diemen's Land. ♪" "That was a beautiful song, William Kennelly." "Aye." "Did you have a pretty one back home?" "I hope not, for lonely she'll die." "Yourself?" "A few." "My sister, my mother..." "What about Pearce?" "You have to do it." "You have to do it soon." "I'm hungry, Robert." "I know." "Cooee!" "It's the law of the sea." "I've seen the like done before." "It tastes like pork." "I couldn't." "Don't be a fool." "I'll have no hand in it." "I'll not hang for it." "I'll eat the first piece myself but we all take part." "We agreed?" "Pearce?" "What say you?" "Aye." "Who then?" "Dalton." "Dalton?" "!" "What about Bodenheim?" "Are we agreed?" "Tell the others to get walking." "What about a song, William?" "Fire in my belly." "I'm so hungry I could eat my own arse." "Sorry I am, William." "Rest yourself." "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "You fuck..." "Keep quiet!" "You animal!" "You filthy English scum!" " God-damn you to hell!" " Not one more fucking word!" "We have to bleed him." "We can't eat him if we don't." " Eat him?" " Pearce, come here." "Mothers, grab his legs." "Grab his legs." "Fuck!" "Tie his legs." "Tie his legs over there." "Over there." "Will you not eat?" "Never." "They won't eat." "Then they die." "Eight days to get here." "At least 10 to get back." "Is there a man here who thinks he could live without food for another 10 days?" "Stay with me." "We're leaving." "What?" "Christ, they've gone!" " Settle down." " They've gone!" " What are you saying?" " They've gone, they've gone!" "They've gone!" "William Kennelly and Little Brown." "They've gone." "Well, are we after them?" "If they make it back, we're as good as hanged." "Let's go after them." "They'll be dead in two days." "Come back!" "Come back!" "Kennelly!" "Little Brown!" "William Kennelly!" "William Kennelly, come back!" "William Kennelly!" "Little Brown!" "This could have been me." "I was sleeping right next to him." "No." "No, it couldn't." "No fucking way!" "He's right." "We won't make it." "Look at the bloody thing!" "We cross here." "You're mad, the lot of you." "We have to cross." "I can't swim." "Neither can Bodenheim." "You swim fine." "Not in that." "Here, stop here." "Will you light the fire, lad?" "You light it?" "Bodenheim." "Bodenheim." "You didn't need to do that." "He was just a kid." "We have plenty of food." "We rest tomorrow." "Agreed?" "We'll need more wood." "Easier than cutting sheep." "Jesus fucking Christ!" "At last Dalton can rest in peace." "Aargh!" "Pearce, hand me your axe." "Hand me your axe!" "We need the kindling." "No way." " Carry it." " I'm not carrying it." "Yes, you fucking are." "Give me the axe and I'll carry the bag." "Suit yourself." "We have to get away from Greenhill and Travers." "If we don't, one of us will be served as the others before long." "I wouldn't be surprised if that was their plan from the beginning." "To come out here without food is madness." "Greenhill isn't mad." "He's a cunning fuck." "We have to get away." "You hear what I'm saying?" "I'm leaving." "Are you with me or with them?" "You." "I'm with you." "We leave in the dark of morning." "Just drink it." "To brew the strength from the leaves needs time." "You've gone mad." "Smells rotten." "Soup." "For the hunger." "Arggh!" "Stay back, wife!" "Or I'll kill him dead!" "Christ, my head." "Pearce." "I'll sit for the night." "If either of you come near me, I will use the axe." "I'm OK." "Just... thirsty." "We need to leave them behind." "Have to keep an eye on them, Pearce." "He's a taste for blood, that one." "As soon as we lose sight of them that's when we make our move." "Pearce." "You miserable fuck." " Fucking kill this cunt!" " I can't." " I fucking can't." " Do it!" "Born to whores and nothing!" "I've no fear of you - not one!" "I'll eat your fucking souls!" "Cooee!" "No, Pearce." "You're not dead yet." "I have the hunger on me now, Robert." "Do you feel it, Pearce?" "Do you feel the hunger?" "I've not the need." "How are you doing?" "Hungry, Pearce?" "I preferred Dalton to the rest." "Tender, like lamb." "Mothers gave me the wind of December." "Fitting, as the mad cunt never shut up." " And Bodenheim..." " Quiet your fucking mouth." "You've a hungry look on you, Pearce." "You're in need of eating." "Pearce." "Pearce." "Pearce." "Pearce." "Pearce." "Pearce!" "Pearce." "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "Robert!" "Fucking thing." "Where is it?" "Fucking snake." "Where is it?" "Hey." "Fucking... get the fucker!" "Shh." "Fuck, Robert." "You'll be fine." "You'll be fine." "Come on." "Shh." "Come on." "Come on." "Come here." "Come here." "Come on." "Leave me." "I won't make it." "Go on without me, Robert." "I don't like the way that he looks at me." "♪ Well met, well met, my own true love" "♪ "Well met, well met," cried she" "♪ I've just returned from the salt, salt sea" "♪ And it's all for the love of thee" "♪ I could have married the King's daughter there" "♪ She would have married me" "♪ I've forsaken the crown of gold" "♪ All for the love of thee" "♪ All for the... ♪" "Shh." "I'm here." " No." " Shh." "He'll not make it." "♪ All for the love of thee... ♪" "No, no!" "No!" "You'll be taking your leaving of me now, Robert." "You'll make it without me." "Please, Robert." "I'm so tired." "I'm so tired." "I need sleep." "You can't..." "Wait." "Don't." "Please, Robert." "Please!" "No." "You'll make it without me." "I need sleep." "You can't..." "Wait." "Don't!" "Please, Robert." "Please!" "Robert..." "No." "Don't touch me." "Pearce is going to..." "Pearce..." "Pearce is going to..." "Keep him away from me." " Shh." " Don't leave me." "Shh." "Shh." "Please... don't..." "Where now?" "Have you..." "Have you ever thought at it, Alex?" "This thing..." "This thing that's..." "It grows fat on itself." "This is..." "It's... burning alive, Alex." "We're burning alive." "Logs for the fire." "Just logs for the fire, Alex." "You don't fucking say much, do you, Pearce?" "What brought you here?" "Shoes." "Six pairs of shoes." "We have to keep moving." "We're close." "KOO!" "WEE!" "Hard of sleep, Robert?" "Aye." "Get on with it." "Arggh!"