Edge of Madness Page #4

He'll freeze.

Mr. Treece:

How are you doing there?

George:
I'll talk.

Jesus!

Simon,

What are you doing?!

- Get off my land!

- What do you think you're doing?!

- I'm here to help!

- You thankless bastard.

For God's sake, Simon!

We can't stay here.

She won't last the winter.

Simon:
walk away!

We need help!

Can't you see that?

You want to lose this place?

It'll happen.

George, Mrs. Herron,

you're all right?

Simon:

Get away from us!

- Leave us alone!

- You're not thinking, son.

Hey!

Now you have one last chance

to make this right.

You get on that horse

and we get to work.

And you stay

the hell away from her.

Or you leave here alone...

and you don't

ever come back.

George.

Annie's voice:
"Oh Sadie,

I know there's no possibility

of me mailing this letter,

but still I must talk to you.

Thank goodness

Simon cannot read.

I fear that the worst

has happened."

(ruffling pages)

"They've been gone

for two nights now...

and I'm afraid George

might be dead."

(Annie sings)

(Jenkins chuckles)

Its Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Annie.

I've brought the key.

I've brought you

another bottle of laudanum.

I thought perhaps

you were low.

Would you like a sip?

Ummm...

I thought it was high time

I checked your frostbite.

Just to be sure, of course.

Do have a seat, please.

Pull down

your legging, please.

Good.

I'll take your boot off.

What are you doing here?

Get out of here,

you stupid fool! Go!

Silly Scotsman.

Hush now, Annie.

Just let the doctor

do his work.

Annie...

- Stop!

- It's so warm in here, Annie.

- Stop!

- What's going on here?

- It's Christmas, Mr. Mullen.

- Christmas, my ass!

- Open this damn door!

- Get back to the party.

I'll be with you

shortly. Ah!

Mullen:
Pull up your damn pants!

Stop this insanity.

You drunken fool.

Get the hell out of here.

Don't tell me you never thought

of it too, Mr. Mullen.

He finds you

very attractive.

I tell you what,

come over to my house for a nice

hot meal. A little Christmas turkey.

(laughter)

See, nothing in the bowl.

Nothing in the bowl.

Rub it and make a wish.

- (children gasp)

- You wished for candies.

Sing a song for us, Annie.

- Oh...

- Your turn. You promised.

Come on.

(music) My love is like a red,

red rose (music)

(music) That's newly sprung

in June (music)

(music) My love is

like the melody (music)

(music) That's sweetly

play'd in tune (music)

(music) As far as thou,

my bonnie lass (music)

(music) So deep in love am I (music)

(music) And I will love you

still, my dear (music)

(music) Till a' the seas

gang dry. (music)

Annie's voice:
I thought

it was a log he dragged

and that it was Simon.

But in fact,

it was George,

Wearing Simon's coat.

Annie:
Oh mon Dieu!

What happened?

George, what happened?

Annie's voice:

What should we do?

What should we do?

When did it happen?

Yesterday?

You got in a fight?

It was an accident?

Don't you worry.

Everything will be

all right.

- A tree fell on him.

- Poor Simon.

He was my husband,

but I never really knew him.

No one did.

He worked hard.

Aye.

Annie's voice:

I cannot deny it, Sadie,

I felt a tremendous sense of relief

when I saw he was dead.

I wanted to put everything

about him behind me,

as though he had

never happened...

as though it was George who had

come for me and brought me here.

My prayers

had been answered.

God forgive me.

Of course

God forgives you.

It was an accident.

Close your eyes.

God will tell us

what to do.

Our Father

who art in Heaven,

hallow be Thy name;

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done.

We should go

tell the Treeces.

- And the reverend.

- Not tonight.

I've covered the body.

It's safe enough.

Tomorrow.

Get in there quickly

before it gets cold.

It's so peaceful here.

Aye.

I had a wee nap

while you were outside.

Everything will be

all right.

I wanted you from

the first moment I saw you.

Annie.

My apologies. I didn't mean

to frighten you.

I was worried about you.

I spoke to Mr. Treece.

- Annie:
Oh.

- Aye.

Yes, good of you to come.

Reverend.

Welcome.

George.

- Where is Simon?

- He's gone...

to the fort.

We needed a new axe.

Mr. Treece was very upset.

He told me

Simon shot at him.

Not at him. In the air.

I didn't think

it was him at first.

Yes, Simon...

the firing and all,

- he was upset.

- Aye.

I see.

- Well, I'd like to talk to him...

- He understands he was wrong.

- He's sorry.

- I'm sure.

I don't want to make

matters worse, but...

- When will he be back?

- We'll tell him you came over.

We are all very worried

about you.

Do you not think

it'd be wise

to find yourself a place

to stay until spring?

We're doing fine, Reverend.

- Truly.

- Aye.

We'll build it better this time.

In the meantime...

We'll manage.

- Would you like some tea?

- No, thank you.

I can see you're busy.

George.

Why did you lie to him?

Why did you lie

to the reverend?

To give us time together...

now.

But why not just tell him

what happened?

Annie...

I want to be with you...

alone with you... now.

To love you.

But we have to give Simon

a proper funeral at the church.

No.

- I'll bury him here.

- Why?

He didn't believe in God.

It's what he'd want.

- Where are you going?

- To check the trapline.

Mullen's voice:

January 6th:

I have determined to journey

to the Herron homestead

to investigate for myself.

Mr. Mullen.

I'll be gone by the time

you're back.

This country is testing me.

I must confess

it got the better of me.

You were right to send

me back, I suppose.

You can send me some

correspondence on the girl.

I'd be interested to know

what you discover.

There you go.

Good luck.

Mullen's voice:
The decision

whether to charge Mrs. Herron

Weighs heavily upon me.

The difference between Mrs. Herron's

account and that brought

by Reverend McBain is so striking

as to demand further inquiry.

I've sent word of my desire

to examine the body

and to interview all involved.

(gunshot)

George:
God damn it!

- Piece of sh*t!

- Annie:
What happened?

The wolves.

They smell the body.

I'll go tomorrow to get a shovel

so we can bury him.

- You were gone a long time.

- Aye.

I needed time... to think.

- About what?

- About what to do now.

I don't know much

about farming.

Simon was the one

who could do all that.

I was brought up

in a town...

in a big house,

with help.

I don't think

I can do this now.

You won't be alone.

I'll be here.

Our farm will be

a proper farm.

We'll have chickens

and geese and cows...

- and babies.

- Annie.

L...

I don't even care

if we can have this now.

What are you thinking?

I have nowhere else to go.

It's not right.

What we're doing,

it's not right.

I know.

We should have waited.

All right...

but I want you now.

I can't help it.

I don't want to face

anyone I know.

I just want you.

Annie...

What will become of us?

Henry Mullen. I'm looking

for George Herron.

Mr. Treece:
He's not here.

He's gone to visit his aunt.

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