The Proposition Page #3
You belong with me.
We are a family.
All of us.
Yeah, I was just getting reacquainted.
Samuel.
Oh, be kind. A little tolerance, Charlie.
Samuel's a boy.
Where's Mikey, Charlie?
Mikey stayed behind in Clarence.
You left Mikey alone?
He met a girl.
Mikey met a girl?
Aye.
Mikey met a girl.
What's her name, Charlie?
Molly.
Molly.
Molly O'Boyle.
Molly O'Boyle.
A red-headed colleen, no doubt.
Aye. Red.
Like the sunset.
Like the sunset.
What does she do,
this... Molly O'Boyle?
I'm feeling a bit tired right now, Arthur.
Is she a farmer's daughter?
Can she cook a good lamb stew?
Would you stop it?
Mikey's not
the same stuff as us.
We'll be flung to the depths, you and I.
He worships you, you know.
There was a time
we both did.
Mikey deserves better.
take him with you.
I need to rest.
Mary O'Boyle.
Molly, Arthur. Molly.
Molly. Molly. Right. Molly.
Mikey, Mikey.
On the fifth day
of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Five cats a-flogging
Four nooses swinging
Three crows a-pecking
Two dogs a-pissing
And little Mikey
Hanging from a pear tree.
Only five more days to go, Mikey.
Martha.
Martha.
When Sergeant Lawrence said...
that the boy that you are holding
at the lock-up was man enough...
what did he mean by that?
Sergeant Lawrence is an ignorant thug
with the moral fortitude of a snake.
Just disregard...
What did he mean?
What did the boy do?
He's a member of the Burns gang.
There are certain things
a woman should not be privy...
I know that. I asked you a question.
I asked you not to visit me at work.
Tell me what he did to Eliza.
Enough.
She was my friend!
Enough!
That's enough.
Headache, Captain Stanley?
So, what can I do for you, Mr Fletcher?
Word has it that your men captured
half a dozen rebel blacks two days ago,
and that one was shot in the process.
Do you have a problem with that?
Yes, Captain, I do.
Word came this morning
from Eight Mile Creek
that Dan O'Reilly's place was attacked.
Are you sure it was blacks?
Dan O'Reilly had so many spears in him
that he resembled your good old
garden variety English hedgehog.
It's simple, Captain.
It's called the law of reciprocity.
Kill one of them and they're
going to kill one of ours.
Do the job I brought you
here to do, hmm?
If you have to kill one,
make sure you bloody well kill them all.
Well, I'll send some troopers out today.
Well, is our business here finished?
I'm going to have Mike Burns flogged.
What?
100 lashes.
Martha.
Thank you.
I thought you gentlemen
might like a little tea.
Please, sit down.
Thank you, Martha.
That would be lovely.
Thank you, Martha.
Is there anything else I can get you?
No, thank you, Martha. This is lovely.
Well, then, I'll leave
you two gentlemen alone.
A clever and well-bred woman,
your wife.
You did well for yourself, Captain.
Word has it...
that you had Charlie Burns.
And you let him go.
Word has it... that you offered him
some kind of deal.
Tell me this isn't so, Captain.
Word has it
that you promised
those animals who raped
Eliza Hopkins a pardon
if Charlie Burns
brought back his brother.
A pardon for the annihilation
of the Hopkins family.
Are you completely out of your mind?
Listen to me.
Mike Burns is a simpleton.
He spends all day in his cell,
crying like a child.
It is my belief that he is
not responsible for his actions.
I'm not interested in
your beliefs, Captain Stanley.
Who do you think you are?
The judge and jury?
Arthur Burns must be stopped.
It is he who is responsible
for this outrage.
And I know that Charlie Burns
will stop at nothing
to protect his younger brother Mike.
So all we need do now is wait.
Wait?
My God, man. They raped a woman.
Tomorrow morning,
I want Mike Burns flogged.
As I said, 100 lashes.
This will kill him.
So be it.
But what if I'm right?
What if Charlie Burns does as I ask?
What if he comes back?
Then we will hang the lot of them.
Good day.
Martha.
Martha. Stay here.
Do not let anyone in.
Martha! Do you hear me?
Please. Stay here.
What's going on in here?
and Officer Matthews
were entertaining the prisoner, sir.
Is that right, Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
Well, I've got a job for you.
Yes, sir.
You have unfinished business
in the Arooka Ranges.
Sir.
Rebel blacks, Sergeant.
Within two hours,
you must find Jacko...
and recruit some more troopers
and depart.
You f***ing snake.
Why are you still standing there?
You've been dismissed.
Where's Charlie, Mr Stanley?
I don't know, son.
I don't know.
Captain?
Captain?
- Bring him out, Stanley!
- Bring him out, Captain!
Michael Burns.
Let's see him, Stanley!
Give him to us, Stanley!
Bring him out, Stanley.
Stand aside, Stanley.
We want justice.
I'll shoot...
the first person
who lays hands on Mike Burns.
Give him to us.
He'll sort it.
You heard me.
You move, I'll shoot you dead.
Are you going to shoot
your wife as well, Captain?
Martha?
She was with child, for God's sake.
Martha, if this flogging goes ahead...
it will be our death sentence.
What if it had been me?
Come on,
you f***in' nasty...
Captain Stanley?
Help me!
Get up, Mikey!
Get it over and bloody done with!
Go on! Go on. Get up.
Stop it!
Get off me!
Now stay still.
- My good people...
- Stay still!
before you stands
one of the vilest,
most bloodthirsty villains
this country has ever seen.
Rapist.
Looter. Murderer.
His crimes are
of the most heinous kind.
Before the year is out,
this man will hang.
Today, he will be flogged.
A message to all
who would dare transgress
the laws of this land.
100 lashes.
Please.
Proceed.
One!
Please!
Two!
Three!
Please!
Oh, Peggy Gordon
You are my darling
Come sit you down
Upon my knee
And tell to me
The very reason
Why I am slighted so
By thee
I wish I was in
Some lonesome valley
Where womankind
Could not be found
And little birds
Sing up on the branches...
And every moment
A different sound
Oh, Peggy Gordon
You are my darling...
Come sit you down
Upon my knee
And tell to me
The very reason
Why I am slighted so
By thee.
Thirty-eight.
Thirty-nine.
Go on.
Your days are over, Captain Stanley.
La, la, la.
Martha.
Come on.
La, la, la.
Martha, you must eat.
Tobey's made you some soup.
Here you go.
This is good.
You must eat something,
Martha, please.
No.
No.
I'm so sorry.
Forgive me, please.
I had an idea about justice and...
for the town, for the country...
for you.
For you.
And now...
I don't know.
Hey, quit pissing down my leg.
Well, find your own f***in' tree.
What do you need a f***in' tree for?
Just piss out there, not on me.
F*** off. You pissed on me, you idiot.
Strange mob... you whities.
Good news.
Sergeant Laurie...
over there.
What?
Where?
See it?
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