Van Diemen's Land Page #4

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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 strength

from the leaves needs time.

You'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.

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