The Stolen Page #4

Synopsis: Charlotte Lockton, a wealthy, upper class, English immigrant, chooses to forgo all of her home luxuries to find her kidnapped baby son. She navigates her way through the unruly and wild world of the gold rush in 1860's New Zealand, finding unlikely friendship amongst the hustlers, whores, Maori Warriors and Chinese Miners. But in the end, she must face the man who took the boy - and become the woman she never thought she'd be.
Director(s): Niall Johnson
Production: Cork Films
 
IMDB:
5.1
Year:
2017
98 min
65 Views


Don't do that!

I'm flushed today, love.

I can pay extra!

That's enough.

It's just

a misunderstanding.

Bertie,

give the man a refund.

Will you play a slow one?

You from England?

Oxfordshire.

Are you from

the North?

The North?

Yes, I am.

And proud.

Do you have family there?

I'm an only child.

So what brought you here?

To Goldtown?

No, to the island.

My husband.

He was killed.

We try to make

a life for ourselves,

but it's hard.

Happiness finds a way, though.

I pray for it every night,

Mr. McCullen.

Joshua.

Please.

Can I show you something?

Marry me.

I've got good diggings.

Just ask Bertie.

I'll give you six sons.

You won't find

more decent than me.

Have you got a ring?

Come back

when you've got a ring.

That's Goldtown.

It's beautiful.

It's what I want home

to look like in a year.

Very ambitious.

Maybe.

But these men have left

their families behind.

They've...

endured great hardship

to be masters

of their own destiny.

The least I can do

is provide them

with what they need.

They can make a life.

Better than anywhere else.

Yeah, I suppose

that does make me ambitious,

doesn't it?

Yeah.

Endured great hardship.

I don't think I ever understood

the meaning of those words.

What did you expect?

I don't know.

I expected everything

to be perfect.

When we went up to bed

Hey, ding doorum

When we went up to bed

Me being daft

When we went to bed

He lay like he was dead

Maids, when you're young

Never wed an old man

For he's got no faloorum

Fadidle eye-oorum

He's got no faloorum

Fadidle all day

He's got no faloorum

He's lost his ding doorum

Maids, when you're young

Never wed an old man

For he's got no faloorum

Fadidle eye-oorum

He's got no faloorum

Fadidle all day

He's got no faloorum

He's lost his ding doorum

Maids, when you're young

Never wed an old man

English Rose

has got Freckles!

Go, Freckles!

You fellas are gonna be

so jealous of me.

So jealous.

Hey!

You fellas gonna be

so jealous.

Here.

Hmm.

There you go.

Here.

Drink.

Good boy.

Yeah, well...

Lie with me.

Shh.

Don't pretend

you know

what you're doing.

You're the best

of any damn whore

I ever laid eyes on.

Yeah.

Thank you.

There we go. Shh.

Guys are gonna be so jealous.

I know you said

I'm not welcome.

-I know you said

to not come back.

-I say no come back!

I have

the same photograph.

This is my son!

He's here in Goldtown.

It's the same photograph.

The same as yours.

This is my baby. See, here.

You have the same photograph.

Oh.

She says the tree people.

Yes, tree people.

Three people.

A woman beyond tree people.

Where's the tree people?

The woman with baby.

Baby.

I saw him.

Bush. Tree people.

Yes. Yes.

Baby, through bush.

Through the bush.

Um, I'm looking

for a woman with a baby.

Um, do you speak English?

English?

Oh!

Um, excuse me.

Do you speak English?

-English?

-Ah, morning! Morning!

You buy.

Ah, yes, yes.

Ah. You buy.

No, no.

Um, I'm looking for a woman

with this baby.

Oh.

A woman with...

No.

You... You buy.

No! I need to find

a woman with a baby.

I need to find the woman

with this--

You buy.

Okay.

English?

Go up.

Woman and baby.

They go.

Thank you!

Thank you!

Oh, child. Arthur.

Hey! Hey!

No! Arrt!

He's mine!

The mother is dead!

He's my son.

That'll do now,

princess.

You give that little one

back now.

You want to do this

the hard way?

Why did you take my baby?

Why did you take my baby?

You done good, Chiney.

Come here.

Joshua.

Joshua. Um...

Um.

Hunter has my son.

There's a lady.

Or...

Joshua.

Needs more milk.

You have absolutely no idea

who I am, do you?

Mrs. Lockton.

I had a dream

just like your husband.

I came to this country

with a promise

from my government

that the land was as ripe

as the opportunity.

Everything I had,

I lost.

Just a lucky few,

likes of your husband,

prospered.

Thinking he was doing

the likes of me a favor.

So...

I made

my own opportunity.

Now that requires

investments,

still does.

So I'll be needing

your generosity

a while yet.

You killed my husband.

He'd have done

the same.

He almost did.

You took my son.

He's such a sweet boy,

Charlotte.

Knows his own mind

already.

You'll see.

I said...

Needs more milk.

You can have Oxfordshire.

And all the land

and the house.

I know I can.

Thank you.

You and your son

could be safe here.

I just want my son.

And that's

what I'm saying.

You understand.

That is what I'm saying.

Just obey the rules.

You can go now.

Charlotte?

Shh!

What in God's name

are you doing?

Why would you do this?

Why?

I don't understand.

Don't you love him?

Of course I do.

I would die

for my son.

And so you might.

Why won't you let me

see my son?

Oh.

This isn't good

for business, darling.

Not good at all.

He's a bad man.

There's a lot of people

who owe their lives

to Mr. McCullen.

Why won't any of you

let me see my son?

I know nothing

about the lad.

But...

why don't you just

be a good girlie?

Mind your mouth,

and get back to your work.

I need your help.

McCullen has my son.

He killed my husband,

and he has my son.

Joshua?

Loco!

I'm not loco,

Maria Theresa.

He has my son.

Well, I ain't seen

no kid around here.

He's here

in this hotel.

He's in the room in the corner,

but McCullen's watching me

all the time

so I can't move!

Unless...

he knows.

Please,

can you help me?

Can you help, please?

Can you help me?

Can you help me get the key?

The key to what?

The key to the rooms.

You're in there all the time

with the diggers.

You can help me get to him.

-And then what would you do?

-I take my son, and I go.

Yeah, but we stay here.

- If what you say is right...

I am right.

Then they'll know soon enough

that you needed help.

And it won't be

long before they work out

who helped you.

We live here now,

remember?

We found ourselves

new stories here.

Please?

Please, please.

Fred!

Let's to bed, Fred!

I like your hair down.

When I lost my family, I...

I cursed the heavens.

When I took your son,

I cursed myself.

But then I saw you.

You'd come for him.

To me.

You're too beautiful

for makeup.

We all want another's

heartbeat against our own.

Uh, gentlemen, gentlemen.

We have a very special treat.

Flamenco and I

have prepared something

very special for you.

I always knew

you were gonna

be trouble.

Jesus Christ.

Put these on.

You just don't listen,

do you?

Aah!

You...

You gonna die!

Die, b*tch.

I'm gonna kill you!

Gonna kill you!

Oh, you're dead, b*tch!

You can't outrun me!

Shut up

or you're next!

Where are you, girl?

What are you looking at?

I'm gonna find you.

Think I can't find you?

You can outrun me?

Huh?

Where are you gonna run to, huh?

All the way back to England?

I can smell you!

You think about what's gonna

happen to that little one

when you die?

That's the last thought

that's gonna go

through your head, sweetheart.

Do you have family?

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Niall Johnson

Niall Johnson (born in 1964) is an English screenwriter and film director. He is best known for his 2005 comedy film Keeping Mum. more…

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