Edge of Madness Page #3

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.

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