Van Diemen's Land Page #2
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Come on!
This is not Table Mountain.
Cooee!
You'll be fine!
- F*** this.
- Kennerly:
Wait!- F*** this!
- My nose is f***ing cold!
Kennerly:
We've got to stop here for Brown!
Bodenham:
Leave him!- Come on.
- Leave him.
Kennerly:
Wait!Wait!
We have to stop here for the night!
- Not here! No! I said leave him!
- Aye!
Greenhill:
We leave no-one!We rest here!
Dalton:
We'll freeze up here!This is madness!
Dalton:
I'm following him!For once he's right!
Pearce! Let's head down!
Mathers:
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?
Be quiet Dalton.
No. We'll starve.
There's nothing out here.
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.
Kennerly:
I witnessed a young chavytake 200 lashes once.
After the first 100, you could see
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.
Hunger is a strange silence.
We have to go back.
Go back?
We wouldn't make it.
Hey, what are you doing,
you mad English bastard?
Shh!
An animal?
By Christ, lad, you're seeing things.
Would you shut your f***ing mouth?
Them imaginations are too fast.
F*** you! Aarggh!
- Hey. Hey.
- Do what you're f***ing told, old man!
Hey, you get your f***ing hands off!
Get your hands off!
Get your f***ing hands off.
Arggh!
Mathers:
Bodenham!Stop it!
- Bodenham:
No-one touches me!- Mathers:
Stay back. Bodenham!Dalton:
Pearce! I will not fight.Bodenham:
F*** you!I will not fight!
Dalton:
Pearce?Kennerly:
# 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.
Dalton:
That was a beautiful song,William Kennerly.
Aye.
Did you have a pretty one back home?
I hope not, for lonely she'll die.
Yourself?
A few.
My sister, my mother...
and old Grandmother.
If you have no scars,
the crows will eat your eyes.
Damn you.
Travers:
What about Pearce?You have to do it.
You have to do it soon.
I'm hungry, Robert.
Greenhill:
Hmm. I know.Dalton:
Cooee!Greenhill:
It's the law of the sea.I've seen the like done before.
It tastes like pork.
Mathers:
I couldn't.Greenhill:
Don't be a fool.Mathers:
I'll have no hand in it.Greenhill:
I'll not hang for it.I'll eat the first piece myself
but we all take part.
We agreed?
Travers:
Pearce?What say you?
Aye.
Mathers:
Who then?Dalton.
Mathers:
Dalton?!What about Bodenham?
Greenhill:
Are we agreed?Tell the others to get walking.
We need to keep moving.
Are you sure you didn't
know she was my mother?
We'll die out here Pearce.
Christ knows where
Greenhill's taking us.
We're sure to reach the settled
districts before long.
We'll never make it.
I'm going back.
We have to keep moving.
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.
God be with you.
Bodenham:
F***! F***!You f***...
Keep quiet!
Kennerly:
You animal!- Goddamn you to hell!
- Not one more f***ing word!
Travers:
We have to bleed him.We can't eat him if we don't.
- Bodenham:
Eat him?- Travers:
Pearce, come here.Mathers, grab his legs.
Travers:
Grab his legs.Mathers:
F***!Travers:
Tie his legs.Tie his legs over there.
Over there.
Will you not eat?
Kennerly:
Never.Travers:
They won't eat.Greenhill:
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?
God forgive you Alexander.
A man with no blood on his hands
is no man.
Stay with me. We're leaving.
Mathers:
What?Oh, Christ, they've gone!
- Settle down.
- They've gone!
- What are you saying?
- They've gone, they've gone!
They've gone!
William Kennerly 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.
Bodenham:
Come back!Come back!
Kennerly!
Little Brown! William Kennerly!
William Kennerly, come back!
William Kennerly!
Little Brown!
This could have been me.
I was sleeping right next to him.
No. No, it couldn't.
It's a river for the angry
that one.
No f***ing 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.
Travers:
I can't swim.Mathers:
Neither can Bodenham.Greenhill:
You swim fine.Mathers:
Not in that.Greenhill:
Here, stop here.Pearce:
Will you light the fire, lad?You light it?
Mathers:
Bodenham.Bodenham.
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.
Mathers holds to his true heart.
but the flesh of Dalton
rots his teeth.
Easier than cutting sheep.
Oh, Jesus f***ing Christ!
At last Dalton can rest in peace.
Mathers:
Aargh!Where are you now?
Here.
By this tree, on this rock,
in this rain.
Greenhill:
Pearce, hand me your axe.Hand me your axe!
We need the kindling.
No way.
- Carry it.
- I'm not carrying it.
Yes, you f***ing are.
Give me the axe and I'll carry the bag.
Suit yourself.
Four Godless men
walk to the Devil.
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 ain't mad.
He's a cunning f***.
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.
Travers:
Just drink it.Mathers:
To brew the strengthYou've gone mad.
Pearce:
Smells rotten.Soup. For the hunger.
Arggh!
Stay back, wife! Or I'll kill him dead!
Oh, 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 f***.
- F***ing kill this c*nt!
- Travers:
I can't.- I f***ing can't.
- Do it!
Mathers:
Born to whores and nothing!I've no fear of you - not one!
I'll eat your f***ing souls!
Dalton:
Cooee!No, Pearce.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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