ANGELA: You're not going to do that. - ANNA: I am. I'm doing it.
ANGELA LAUGHS: Oh, my God.
What's it like?
Mmm, really good. - No way.
No way. - It's really good, try it!
Try it. Trust me. - Really?
It's really good.
Alright. Shh.
Don't say anything.
THEY CHUCKLE
Oh, Jesus, that's rank.
What! - That is disgusting.
So, we good?
JACK: Yeah.
Yeah, we're good.
SILENCED GUNSHOT
ANGELA CHUCKLES
ANNA: Yummy. - ANGELA: It's just wrong.
Yeah...
Everything alright?
Peachy. Who's nicked the pickle?
Her.
It was her. - JACK: Oh, really?
Ooh, how's that?
That's fucking lovely.
Bit vinegary? - No, no, it's nice.
Is it? - Yes.
Oh, yeah. Just a sec, let me check.
Oh, oh. - Oh, my God, that's such a waste.
Oh, there it is. Weird, innit?
Right at the bottom.
That's disgusting. - JACK: No, it's not, it's not. It's good.
This is delicious.
Here y'are. - You're a child.
ANNA: Eugh!
It'll be delicious though.
It's good?
It's really good. - It is not.
No, it's really good.
You want a bit? - No, I had it, no, no.
SHE GIGGLES - No, no. Feel free. No, sure?
No milkshake left in it.
JACK BURPS
That's vile. - Lovely, shall we go?
Yeah. - Ooh, it tastes pickle-y.
Did you pay?
Yes.
Nice.
EAGLE SQUAWKS
ANGELA: Oh, stop it! - ANNA LAUGHS
ANGELA: Stop it, stop it, stop it! - JACK LAUGHS
Mm! Turn it up.
OK.
MUSIC: "Don't Get Me Wrong" by The Pretenders - ♪ Wrong... ♪
♪ If I'm looking kind of dazzled ♪ - THEY HUM ALONG
♪ I see neon lights ♪
♪ Whenever you walk by ♪
♪ Don't get me wrong ♪
♪ If you say "hello" and I take a ride ♪
♪ Upon a sea where the mystic moon... ♪
HORSE NEIGHS
Chico? Chico!
Chico!
Stop.
That's Rosa's truck.
SARAH: Chico, easy.
I've got him!
Call the cousins.
See Rosa has made it to Nelson.
Whoa!
What's going on?
He's just... he's just checking.
He's just being safe.
It's OK, yeah. It's OK.
ANGELA: Wait, wait.
OK, Anna. Anna, Anna, be careful.
Anna?
Oh.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit...
Oh, my God.
SHE GASPS I...
I don't know what to do. - I know, I know.
Shh.
ANNA GASPS
There you go. - Oh...
You're OK.
You go... Do you know what, you go in the front.
Let's get you to the front.
OK, you stay here, OK?
Rosa?
Rosa!
Rosa?
I should tell her.
No.
No, darlin'.
You don't have to do that.
Sarah.
It's Rosa.
I'm so sorry. - What?
Wh...
What have you done to her?
Rosa?
Oh...
Rosa.
Rosa!
SARAH SOBS
Please, oh...
Wake up, wake up.
Hey, hey, sweetheart. Hey, hey.
Will you do something for me?
Will you run into the field and pick me the prettiest bunch of flowers you can find?
Go on, go on!
Go on, go, go.
JOHAN PANTS - SARAH: Please, please. Wake up!
SHE SOBS
Give her to me.
No! - Let her go, Sarah!
Give her to me.
HE SNIFFLES
No!
JOHAN SOBS
CHURCH BELL RINGS
HE KNOCKS
QUIRING: Hans, come.
MR DECKER: Bloodshed follows bloodshed.
QUIRING: Do not quote scripture to me that I already know.
One of our children lies dead.
We cannot simply stand by
and let the same thing happen to another.
Fredrick, if the time came, do you really think you could use it?
And risk judgement? Not only from the Lord but from yourself?
If my damnation means the salvation of the colony then so be it.
I will do whatever needs to be done.
I'm gonna stay for a while.
You guys can go if you want. I'm fine.
We're not going anywhere, sweetheart.
Hey.
Would it help to talk about it?
Why isn't it me?
Why is it always the people I love who die?
I don't have an answer for that.
You know, life's just...
shit and random and fuckin' cruel sometimes.
Yeah.
It was the cartel, wasn't it?
Looks that way. - Yeah.
And it isn't finished.
No. More to come.
Oh, God.
Fuck's sake.
It's OK, sweetheart.
No, it's not. Aren't you scared?
Yes, of course I'm scared. - Well, you never show it.
Well, that's because I'm your mammy, that's my job.
But I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose either of you.
Won't be long. - Yeah.
Anna.
Constable.
This is for you.
It came this morning. I didn't see who dropped it off.
DENISE: Who is it?
HE SIGHS
A dead man.
Let me help you.
I owe you.
You don't owe me.
What about Elizabeth?
She's probably in Rome by now.
Why don't we call in the Feds?
You should go.
You should just fucking go.
Who's coming?
Nothing's worth this.
Take care of yourself.
EAGLE CRIES
ANGELA: That's it.
Yep, that's good.
Y'know, all those years when it was just us
I thought you were proper boring.
Charming.
What other secrets are you hiding?
Good, do it again.
That's it.
Keep it on you, OK?
Anna.
Trust yourself.
GUN CLICKS
KNOCK ON DOOR
Hey!
Let's get you home.
Come on. Let's go.
MUSIC: "Bird Of Sorrow" by Glen Hansard
♪ Even if a day feels too long ♪
♪ If you feel like you can't wait another one ♪
♪ And you're slowly giving up on everything ♪
♪ Love is gonna find you again ♪
♪ Love is gonna find you You better be ready then ♪
JOHAN WHISPERS
♪ You've been kneeling in the dark for far too long ♪
♪ You've been waiting for that spark but it hasn't come ♪
♪ I'm calling to you, please get off the floor ♪
♪ A good heart will find you again ♪
♪ A good heart will find you Just be ready then ♪
♪ Tethered to a bird of sorrow ♪
♪ A voice that's buried in the hollow ♪
♪ You've given over to self-deceiving ♪
♪ You're prostrate bowed, but not believing ♪
♪ You've squandered more than you can borrow ♪
♪ You've bet your joy on all tomorrows ♪
♪ For the hope of some returning ♪
♪ While everything around you is burning ♪
♪ Come on, we gotta get out Get out of this mess we've made ♪
♪ Will we leave this up to chance like we do everything? ♪
♪ Love is gonna find us We've got to be ready then ♪
♪ Tethered to a bird of sorrow ♪
♪ A voice that's buried in the hollow ♪
♪ You've given over to self-deceiving ♪
♪ You're prostrate bowed, but not believing ♪
♪ You've squandered more than you could borrow ♪
♪ And you bet your joys on all tomorrows ♪
♪ For the hope of some returning ♪
♪ While everything around you's burning ♪
♪ Well I'm not leaving you here ♪
♪ I'm not leaving you here ♪
♪ Here ♪
♪ Hanging on ♪
♪ With the faithful. ♪
CHURCH BELL RINGS
KNOCK ON DOOR
God bless you.
God be with you.
Lord bless you.
ANGELA: I should go. - No, stay. Please.
BELL RINGS
Grant us strength, oh Lord
God almighty, creator of all things, to remember that there hasn't
nor shall never be a time your love hasn't existed.
SARAH SOBS - For it is love that nourishes our souls
in this life on Earth and in Heaven.
Grant us strength, oh Lord, to instill in us
the courage and faith to endure that which we cannot understand.
Grant us strength, oh Lord, send your Holy Spirit to guide us
lest through fear we recoil from living and dwell in the darkness of grief.
MRS FADENRECHT: Blessed be the name of the Lord. Amen.
BELL RINGS - ALL: Amen.
It is done.
Your period of mourning is over.
SHE EXHALES What?
We have absolved you of your grief.
Um, I'm not sure it's that simple.
I wouldn't expect an outsider to understand.
Sarah. - Yes?
You know from now on it is forbidden to grieve in public.
Prolonged grief is surely sacrilegious.
Don't touch me, don't touch me.
I understand very well what's expected of me.
And I thank you all for coming.
And now I'll ask you to leave.
Leave, please! Leave, leave!
DOOR SHUTS
SARAH SOBS
HORSE SNORTS
HORSE NEIGHS
HORSE WHINNIES
Sarah...
I don't know those women
but if they knew anything about losing a child
they'd know there's no way to control the grief.
A part of me has gone.
The best part.
Love.
SARAH: Thank you.
I think I need to be alone with her.
Yes. Yes, of course.
GUNSHOT
Sleep, my child, sleep.
Come, sit with us.
I can't.
Safety's on, you numpty.
Oh.
Dickhead.
Right.
SHE SIGHS
Go on then.
Would you rather...
get eaten by a gorilla
or...
or an ostrich?
I think a gorilla, really, cos it'd be quicker, know what I mean?
I mean, an ostrich, you'd just get pecked to death.
Yeah.
I got chased by an ostrich once.
Did you? - Yeah.
Got out of the car in the wrong place.
True story.
Would you rather...
eat a tonne of rice pudding
or...
a tonne of tapioca?
I've never tried tapioca. - It's like...
it's like frogspawn.
It's fucking disgusting. - Ugh.
I mean, I think I'd still have to go for the tapioca, I hate rice pudding.
I can't do rice pudding.
You are the ultimate noisy neighbour.
They ain't seen nothing yet.
Yes... Rosa would've loved this.
CAR CHIMES - Whey! Yes, yes!
ENGINE REVS
You are not fucking driving.
You're not fucking driving.
QUIRING: We all share your grief, Johan.
A man should have the right to protect his family, his home.
A shepherd his flock.
So we stand with you, Johan.
Whatever may come.
Sorry.
The first shall be last
and the last shall be first.
Amen.
CAR HORN BEEPS
INDISTINCT CHATTER
CAR HORN BEEPS
What?
Come on then.
JACK GRUNTS - ANNA: Is this it?
I guess so.
You know what this means for these people, don't you, Jack?
Well, I'm not OK with it.
We need to warn them. Give them a chance to leave.
She's up there with her dead baby.
Here.
What's that?
Did you love him? - What?
Did you love him? - I fucking heard what you said.
Just stalling then.
Why would you say that?
Why would you even ask me that?
You love me?
Oh, fuck off.
It's a simple question, Ange. - How dare you.
How dare you.
How dare you, after everything we've been through?
How dare you question my love for you?
It's just... you don't care who you use.
You don't care who you hurt, do you, Jack?
You gave me permission to kill him.
That was... that was a long time ago.
And I know, I know it was fucking hard for you to do, hon...
but you gave it.
Cos you knew that when the time came, there was no other way.
You gave it.
SHE SOBS
I can't think of any other way.
You have to trust me, love.
Oh, Jack.
We have to tell Anna.
One, two...
three...
four...
five...
six...
seven...
eight...
nine...
ten.
Coming, ready or not!
Thomas?
CREAK
Hey.
Thank you for bringing her home.
The least I could do.
Why are you still here, Mr Worth?
You have a family
a daughter...
You could just go.
I don't need you anymore.
Men like you killed my little girl.
No, men like you killed your little girl.
What's it like?
To kill a man?
I have no idea.
Must do something to you.
Puts the soul...
in turmoil.
Do you remember them all?
The men you've killed?
I have been with men in their last moments too.
Some were frightened
some were sure.
Those who were frightened were still lying to themselves
about who they were or what they had become.
Those who were sure...
were at peace.
I'm not lying anymore, Mr Worth.
Nor am I afraid
not of you, nor of any man.
When I die...
the last thing I want to see
is the face of every fucking man I have killed.
Yeah, well, good luck with that.
DOOR SHUTS