Edge of Madness Page #2

- What are you doing?

- Writing about our journey.

Get your animal.

Follow me...

up on the path.

Simon:
Yah! Come on.

Yah!

Annie:
Simon!

Simon:
Yah!

Come on!

Get him going.

Get him across, for Christ's sake!

I can't!

Simon:
The supplies

are getting away! Hurry.

Get up!

Take off the blanket.

- What?

- I want to see you.

Not here.

Why not?

You're my wife.

- Yes, but...

- But what?

Simon:
It's your duty!

Ah! Damn rock.

Just do as I say.

We'll get on real good.

- Spread your legs.

- Wait.

No!

That's what men

and women do.

We did it just fine.

Next time you'll want it.

Good morning, Annie.

You want some nice,

warm porridge?

- George?

- No.

What have you done?

Wow...

Look at this fine work.

Yes, it's very nice.

Wow...

Mullen:
where did you

learn to do this?

At the school.

we all learned.

School,

you went to school?

Yes.

Did your husband

go to school as well?

No, he came and got me.

He wanted a wife and he chose me.

I see.

Sit down

and mind your business.

And where is

your homestead?

I don't know.

Annie:
Is that it?

Simon:
George!

Hey, Simon!

Mullen:
Eat.

No.

Listen to me.

There is no reason

not to tell me everything.

You're in the worst possible

situation anyone could imagine.

You've confessed to a hideous

crime for which you could hang...

hang by the neck out there

with everyone watching.

A hood on your eyes,

a gruesome death. That's the law.

Don't you care?

Don't you want

to save yourself?

- Where was George when Simon died?

- In the forest, working.

He came back with a load of shingles

and saw what had happened.

- Where's the body?

- Buried.

George and I buried him.

Simon:

You haven't done anything.

I couldn't do much

without the horses.

You use your hands.

I did some chinking.

But I needed a fork

to mix it.

Hey.

Where are the supplies?

There's nothing here.

Ask her.

She sent them down the river.

Didn't you?

Hey.

I thought there was a house.

A farm, the letter said.

There will be.

A castle.

Hey.

Simon.

What are you doing?!

- I can't sleep outside.

- You're not sleeping here with us.

Annie:

We could hang a blanket up...

He's not sleeping here.

- You'll bunk there at the cabin.

- I'll stay with the Treeces.

Like hell you will.

You make us something to eat

while George and I

take the packers back

to the neighbors.

Tonight?

Simon, she's tired.

- She hasn't done anything yet.

- It's all right.

- I like working.

- Is there any meat?

I didn't set the traps,

'cause there are a lot

of skunks about.

But I got some berries.

- Berries?

- Yeah.

Christ.

There's plenty of food

if you didn't mind killing.

Annie's voice:
It was like being

lost in the middle of the ocean.

I felt so small

under that sky.

Henry,

it's her wedding tonight.

I'm sure there'll be some pretty,

young squirrels, huh?

- (Jenkins chuckles)

- No one would blame you.

I've written to every parish,

both Catholic and Protestant,

Within 20 miles.

Someone must know of her.

Said she was walking

for three days.

She could have been

walking in circles.

She said she came

down the river, from the west.

Lots of Scots out there.

Here's a sweet idea,

Why not bring Annie?

- She'd brighten up any party.

- I'm sure she would.

Oh, Mullen.

We're pretty much free to do

as we wish out here.

I'm going to the party,

with or without you.

Should be fun.

(drunken laughter)

(music playing)

Well... I'm out.

- I could play another.

- Time for bed.

I'll go wash up.

You should wash up too.

Shut your mouth, clever laddy.

I did win five games

in a row.

George:

Simon, she's a lassy.

I lived with lassies.

I can.

They hate men who smell of old filth

and sweat like you do.

You sound like a lassy.

Get out of here.

Good night, Annie.

Good night.

- Simon:
Come here.

- Annie:
No, no!

- Simon:
Come here.

- I don't want to.

- Simon:
Stay still.

- It hurts.

(groaning)

- Don't just push it. Pull it.

- I am.

- Simon:
Come on, you lass.

- George:
Don't call me that.

Go get another one, lass.

What do you think

you're doing?

Get up and do some work.

Thanks.

Oh, Annie.

That is good.

- What is this?

- Same as last night

and the night before.

No!

- You're kidding me.

- (Annie chuckles)

Hummm...

(Annie chuckles)

(thud; groaning)

Stop it.

Stop it.

(Annie screams)

For God's sake, Simon!

- What are you doing to her?

- Bugger off!

Why are you hurting her?!

Simon!

God damn it, George.

- (thump)

- What do you think you're doing?

George:
I cannot stand

what you're becoming.

- (thump)

- Simon:
It's none of your business.

Simon:
Stay away!

(branches crack)

Annie's voice:
"I dream'd I lay

where flowers were springing

Gaily in the sunny beam;

List'ning to

the wild birds singing,

By a falling crystal stream."

George:
That's it.

I'll get you back.

George:
Annie.

No, no!

One storm in that tent

will end it here for all of us.

Ruth:
Mr. Mullen agreed

to put her in a larger cell.

Don't mind if she doesn't talk.

She just sews and sews.

I heard you singing.

That's good.

I have something.

A letter? You wrote it?

That's something

I want to do.

- Learn to write.

- You will mail it for me?

This is William Sellor.

I told you about him.

He has some dresses

he wants you to sew.

Costumes.

For a play based on an opera.

Are you sure

she can do this?

I can't afford to have it fail.

It took two weeks to get the cloth.

Ruth:
She's an artist.

Look at her work. Here.

Yes, it's real nice.

It is outstanding.

- But...

- But what?

I've done a few sketches...

to inspire you.

Here are the measurements

for Lucia.

Both dresses are for her.

Are you familiar

with the story of Lucia?

- No.

- It's a wonderful story...

about a young girl

named Lucia.

She falls madly in love

with a young man.

Woman:
Hello!

Hey. It's the Treeces.

Welcome.

Simon:
Oh Christ.

Hello, George!

I just stopped by to see

if you folks would come over

Sunday next.

we haven't had a chance

to welcome you, Mrs. Herron.

We don't have time

for parties.

- Don't mind him, Mrs. Treece.

- Hope you'll perform for us.

With pleasure.

We miss seeing you

at the church.

Well, I've been anxious

to finish the house.

Not working on Sundays,

I hope.

- Would you like some tea?

- No, thank you.

We're on our Way

to the fort, actually.

Simon, we'll be

picking up some supplies

before the weather changes,

back in a couple of days.

Is there anything you need?

No.

It must be very awkward

here for you,

alone with

these two young men.

No, We manage very Well.

You have a lot of work to do

before the snow flies.

Well, now, here's something

I haven't seen before.

A fireplace open on both sides,

in the middle of the room.

Simon says

it'll heat four rooms.

Mr. Treece:

Nothing but a fire hazard.

You're sleeping out here?

You must be freezing.

You're welcome to sleep

at our place, George.

Well, it's not so bad.

I've built a shelter.

I've got that bear rug

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