Ripped By mstoll
(DOOR OPENS)
MACDONALD: All right, up! Out of your bunks right now.
You ugly, miserable scrubs! Out of your pit right...
Are you listening? It is time to work.
- Out of those pits right now. - Sorry to mention such a word as this...
TIMMINS: Out of those pits, you miserable bastards, before...
...by your hair we will!
Up and out of your bunks right now!
TIMMINS: Out of those pits right now!
Are you flesh and blood?
Yes.
They did not hang you?
Too pretty.
Tommy Barrett is digging your grave.
Where are you going?
To tell him it will not be needed.
No?
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
You're not dead.
No, disappointed?
Pleased, as a matter of fact.
Oh, really?
- Why did they not hang you? - No idea.
- Oh, James. - What?
You're a dead man.
JAMES: Who is that for?
It took Jesus three days, Tommy. I did it in one.
(GRUNTS)
He let me go.
Did he flog you?
No.
Did he add a year or two to your sentence?
No.
He just let you go?
Yes.
- I gave you my food. - Yes.
I need it back.
Oh, James.
What?
You have turned informer.
I have not.
I can explain.
You can explain it tonight, to us all.
Finish it yourself.
It is no longer needed.
Finish it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
- He's alive. - I know.
- Where are you going? - The jail.
- He's not in the jail. - What?
- He's free. - How?
You tell me. Not flogged, nothing added to his sentence,
he is just free.
How do you know this?
- I've just spoken to him. - Where?
I left him digging a grave.
His grave.
No, Tommy. James Freeman would not turn informer, he would not.
SPRAGG: You know? TOMMY: Mmm-hmm.
Yes.
We have to get rid of him.
There will be an explanation for this, a perfectly valid explanation.
Shall I do it?
I told him to explain it to all of us in the hut.
You had no right to tell him that.
- If you touch something hot... - LETTERS: Yes?
You pull your hand away.
Hand.
H-A-N-D.
Yes.
And that is exactly what's happening to all the bits of metal
that make up metal.
M-E-T-E-L.
A-L.
M-E-T-A-L, metal.
Metal.
So, all the tiny bits of metal you make up into a big piece of metal are all...
Yes?
I, uh... I want you to make me a knife.
- A knife? - Yeah.
Right now, please.
I cannot make knives. I repair things, that is all.
You can make a better knife than I ever could.
What will you do with it?
Cut James Freeman's throat.
I will not do it.
He has turned informer.
I will not do it.
Spragg...
The Governor has promised me a reduction in my sentence.
I can be at home with the woman I love in a few years' time.
I will do nothing to jeopardise that.
I will not jeopardise it, eh?
I will tell no one where I got this knife from.
They'll know it was made here, Spragg.
Where else could it be made but here?
I will not do it, I'm sorry.
I cannot help you.
N-l-F-E,
nife.
Yeah.
No. With a K.
- A K? - Yes, at the start.
K-N-l-F-E.
(SNIGGERS)
Seriously.
No, seriously.
"K-nife".
(GUNSHOT)
- Yes! - Walk.
- Yes! - Walk, man!
MULROONEY: Yes!
Walk, man!
- Walk! - Yes!
Yes!
- (RATTLING) - (SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
A snake!
A snake has just bit me!
ROSS: Walk!
(GUNSHOT)
Walk to him.
Help! Please! Can you help me?
Please help me!
Please, could you help me? Please.
Help me, please!
Please!
How many times have I warned you about not running
- in this bloody country? - I shot it, sir.
Running in grass like this, you bloody fool.
I got your dinner for you, sir.
MAN: Is he all right?
- He is dead. - Oh, poor boy.
- Is your husband in? - I'll get him.
Snake.
Oh, I am so, so sorry.
Thank you.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.
We beg you, dear Lord, to forgive those sins he committed
by way of his mouth. Any profanities uttered,
any lies, any heresy, we beg thee, dear Lord,
to forgive those sins he committed
by way of his hand in violence.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
One book, common prayer.
Four letters home.
One set rosary beads.
Yeah.
- You wanted me? - Yes.
Private Michael Mulrooney is dead.
Snake bite.
I am sorry to hear that, boss.
You write letters for people?
Yes, boss.
You can be... inventive?
Yes, boss.
Will you write one for me,
for Private Michael Mulrooney's parents?
About how he died in battle, boss?
- Yes. - Yes, boss.
Thank you.
Letters.
I read your file.
Did you, boss?
It says you stole from a widow and three children.
Yes, boss.
It is true?
I did it to feed my own children, boss.
Do you have children?
Yes.
What would you do for them?
I would sacrifice my life for them.
Of course.
But would you sacrifice your reputation, respect, honour?
I would.
I did, boss.
SOLDIER: Line up, everyone.
Keep moving, bring your tools, move.
SOLDIER 2: Keep it together. SOLDIER 1: Move.
Do you want to witness this?
No.
You're at the door, then.
You would do this to me?
You think so little of our friendship, you would drown me?
And you, Elizabeth, you would watch?
What will it achieve?
You duck a man, he says what you want him to say,
so tell me what you want me to say
and I will say it now and spare us all this shite.
- You're an informer. - I'm an informer?
I am not. But if that is what you need to hear, then so be it,
I am an informer.
Say it. Say it and mean it.
I cannot.
- Why did he let you off? - He did not.
You're alive, so he let you off.
He marched me to the scaffold with the vicar chanting
a dead man's prayer.
They stood me on the trap door, they bound my hands and feet,
they put a hood over my head, a noose around my neck
and bade me goodbye.
And let me tell you, that is not letting off.
That is the cruellest thing you can do to a man.
Perhaps.
But we would see it as a letting off, so why would he do that?
I do not know.
- What did he say? - JAMES: Nothing.
TOMMY: Nothing? JAMES: Nothing I remember.
Nothing. He took the hood of your head, presumably.
JAMES: Yes. TOMMY: Yeah.
- The rope from round your neck. - Yes.
- Freed your hands and feet. - Yes.
Yes? So in all that time, what did he say?
What explanation did he give for tricking you in that way?
- I do not remember. - You do not remember
because there is no possible explanation
apart from this, you did a deal.
I do not remember because I was a dead man
and the next second I was alive again.
No man would remember anything in those circumstances.
Why do you think he let you live?
Why? Why?
Because I did not deserve to hang.
The blacksmith was stealing my food,
- starving me to death. - He knew all that.
What I did, I did in self-defence...
- He knew that. ...mustn't hang a man who kills...
He knew all that and still sentenced you to hang.
He faced us all, convicts and soldiers, and said you would hang
when the blacksmith's body was found but you have not hanged.
So now he appears weak. Why is that?
Why is he prepared to appear weak?
What have you offered him in exchange?
- Nothing. - You have turned informer.
I have not.
And what could I tell him, anyway?
That we are all fed up,
all hungry, all dreaming of escape.
I doubt that would be a revelation.
I will swear on the Bible.
I will swear on a stack of Bibles, I am no informer.
If I am an informer,
may God strike me dead right now.
The only information I have
that could be of any interest to the Governor is this.
We three killed the blacksmith.
I did not act alone.
If I'm an informer,
why have I not told him that, hmm?
Why are you two still free?
I am no informer.
Why did you not hang?
I do not know.
Do not take us for idiots, James.
(JAMES INHALES DEEPLY)
If there is anyone here who can offer me any explanation
as to why this man is still alive,
let him do so now. Anyone?
Anyone?
(GASPS)
Hey. Hey.
You have the gift of the gab, James,
but that is not going to do you any good this time
because we do not want gab, we want truth.
Have you turned informer?
No.
If there is any alternative, tell me it now.
Don't look at me, tell me what else I can do!
Anyone?
(GASPING)
If I duck you for a third time, James,
I will hold you under until you are dead,
so tell me it now.
Tell me you are an informer,
tell me it now and you will live.
You have had a rope around your neck.
A man will agree to anything with a rope around his neck.
We know that and we sympathise, you understand?
(PANTING)
If you come clean with us, we will not harm you.
If you do not come clean with us, you will die here and now.
Do you understand? Hey, do you understand?
Are you an informer?
Hmm?
If you make us kill you now,
it is I who will have to do it.
Do not do that to me, James, please.
Are you an informer?
(SCREAMING) No!
- ELIZABETH: Tommy? - (MUFFLED SCREAMING)
Tommy?
Tommy!
(GASPS)
Are you an informer?
Yes!
(SOBS)
- Kill him. - (JAMES CONTINUES SOBBING)
(TOMMY PANTING)
I gave him my word.
You do not have to stay true to your word
when you're dealing with an informer.
When a man informs on another man, he loses all respect.
- Just kill him, will you? - ELIZABETH: We can use this.
Surely, we can use it.
Why no vote?
All of this?
All of this and no vote.
We would all have done what this man has done.
So, I demand we vote.
Get out.
Get out now.
Get out while we vote.
Get out now. Go on!
Get out!
(DOOR CLOSES)
Who wants him dead?
Present!
Fire!
On the day we landed,
I promised that I would get you all home
safe and sound, all of you.
I have broken that promise.
In my defence, I envisaged a threat coming from the convicts,
rebelling, perhaps, or the natives attacking.
I did not envisage, could not envisage
a soldier dying because he was hungry.
A soldier forgetting everything he had been taught
because ahead of him lay food
and he was so, so hungry.
Do you wish to add anything, Governor?
We are at the grave of a young soldier.
Little wonder emotions run high.
Soldiers have gone hungry before.
They've gone thirsty, they've been hot,
they've been cold.
And yet they have maintained their discipline.
This young man did not.
And that is why he lies here.
ROSS: We will cook the animal he shot
and you may all have a piece of it tonight
in memory of Michael.
Meanwhile, every convict must know
that Michael died of snake bite.
The bush must terrify them as much as the ocean.
Thus, Michael's death
will make our lives a little easier.
Dismissed.
SOLDIER: Shoulder, arm, and turn.
ROSS: Dismissed!
Where is Katherine?
I have no idea, sir.
She will be sad to hear about Private Mulrooney.
Really, sir?
She saw a lot of him. Every time she came to my tent, in fact.
Of course, sir.
When you see her, will you...
Will you give her this from me?
- Does it have any significance, sir? - Of course.
Oh.
- Sir? - She has not told you.
Told me what?
Sir?
The story of the statue of the Virgin?
- No, sir. - Oh.
Well, perhaps she will one day.
How can he be an informer
when everyone knows he is an informer?
- What are we likely to tell him? - We have voted.
I know both these men.
I know the man to be killed
and I know the man who will kill him
and I love them both and I will be heard
and you can stick your "we have voted" up your arse.
You voted to kill him, Anne.
And yet this all started because he tried to help you.
The blacksmith stole your food
and no one lifted a finger apart from James Freeman.
- He proved himself... - You were not there.
...more of a man than any man here.
- You were not there. - Is it not true?
He proved himself more of a man than my Tommy, even.
So why, Anne?
Why vote to kill a man who helped you when you most needed it?
Why, Anne, when one vote means so much?
I am Irish and...
he's an informer.
James Freeman has shown remarkable courage
in standing up to a bully
and understandable fear on that scaffold.
Let one cancel out the other, Anne.
Let him live.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
A lot of them wanted you dead, James.
Will you tell the Governor only what we tell you to tell him?
- Yes. - And nothing else?
He is no fool.
He will realise what you are up to.
When that happens,
you must tell us everything.
- Yes. - You will hold nothing back from us.
- Nothing at all. - Nothing.
Then you may live, James.
Oh, look. Some tobacco, Tommy,
for turning informer.
No, mate, but we can turn it into rum.
The soldiers are gambling tonight, they would deal us in for this.
Poker?
We should get pissed, the three of us,
rat-arsed again.
I've brought you something.
Tell me what you want to know.
Everything that might help me.
There are not just the living and the dead, Mrs Johnson.
There is the world of the unborn.
Millions of souls waiting millions of years
to pass on to the Kingdom of Heaven.
To them, to the unborn, this life is nothing.
It is a river they must cross to reach the other side,
to reach the Kingdom of Heaven.
So they want this life, this river, to be as short as possible.
To the unborn,
a woman like you is heaven-sent.
You give birth to them,
they die within minutes.
And before they know it, they are with the angels in heaven.
For the unborn, you are the ideal mother, Mrs Johnson,
and your children are eternally grateful.
Do not grieve or blame yourself in any way.
Instead, Mrs Johnson, rejoice.
Is that not comforting?
(CHUCKLES)
Yes.
But it is heresy, Anne.
To say the earth is round was heresy once.
You say I will...
give birth to a healthy child?
One who thrives?
Yes.
How can I rejoice in both, a child who dies
and a child who thrives?
The child who thrives will be happy with you as his mother.
The child who dies will be happy to get to the Kingdom of Heaven so soon.
A woman who believes this,
and I promise you it is the absolute truth, Mrs Johnson,
a woman who believes this will never know sadness again.
Do you believe me?
(EXHALES)
I want to, Anne.
Why put your faith in a convict?
Some cruel and manipulating charlatan
preying on your loss and vulnerability,
cynically telling you what you want to hear
in the hope she may reap some reward?
But I have proof.
I want nothing in return.
Last time,
you said you felt my children's presence.
Yes.
Do you feel it now?
Yes.
What are they doing?
Watching over you.
It's so strange.
We want big, strong sons
to protect us when we are old.
But the dead can protect us even more.
(EXHALES)
Thank you.
This has all been confidential, yes?
Yes.
What I'm about to ask you, can that be confidential, too?
Of course.
Does your husband have a gun?
A gun? No, of course not. Why?
The Governor will have to cut rations again soon.
When he does, there will be mayhem.
You should be safe, for we respect a man of God,
but a man of God with a gun we will respect even more.
Thank you.
Where have you been?
The bush.
The bush?
Yes, but I cheated.
Kept close to the edge,
made sure I could see the sky and hear the sea.
Sums me up, I'm afraid.
There's no ship coming, Deborah.
There will be no rescue.
So, you choose.
Do we break open the store and let them all eat
to their hearts' content and then watch them die?
Or do we eke it out over months
and only then watch them die?
Die sooner or die later?
You choose.
You will do what has to be done, Governor.
As always, I have nothing but respect and admiration for you.
Thank you.
REVEREND: Will we make love again tonight?
MARY: Yes.
Our souls will never die.
No.
Suppose it is more than that?
It is not just our souls will never die but...
our souls have always lived?
They did not need to be
born as we were born.
They were always there, just waiting
for a body to inhabit.
- Yes? - Would that be heresy?
Have you been speaking to someone?
Thank you.
I'm sorry?
I've said something interesting,
therefore I must have heard it from someone else.
I'm sorry.
I do not think it would be heresy, no.
Are you sure?
I'm fairly sure.
Because that is what I am beginning to believe.
Anything else?
Yes.
I think you should ask the Governor for a gun.
Mary.
What?
- You have been speaking to someone. - I have not.
You have, because that is so unlike you,
you know that God himself will protect us.
We have no need of guns.
- And to whom have you been speaking? - No one.
(SIGHS)
- You said we would make love. - I've changed my mind.
The Major is looking for you.
I know.
He asked me to give you something.
What?
Do you not know?
No. What is it?
You tell me.
Is it yours?
- Then why is he giving it to you? - I have no idea.
It must have some significance. Why else would he want you to have it?
He mentioned a story.
- Did he? - Yes.
You told him a story?
Yes.
- When? - The last time we were together.
You said you did not speak to him.
I lied.
- Why? - I do not know.
What story was it?
Just a story, a stupid story.
Tell me.
When I was a girl, I used to pray
to the statue of the Virgin Mary in church.
She seemed to wobble.
The more sincere the prayer, the more she seemed to wobble.
Why did you tell him?
Because he told me the story of when he was a boy
and I didn't know what else to say.
- Why have you not told me this story? - Because...
Because what? Did you think I would mock you?
I do not know, perhaps.
Perhaps?
So the Major is more understanding,
more sympathetic, more sensitive than I, is that it?
No! Please do not be upset.
Can you not see that that is exactly what he wants?
Intimate chats, exchanging of gifts...
What's next, falling in love with him?
Or have you already?
Of course not.
I love you.
Nobody else.
I risked my life for you.
I know.
He could have had me shot.
You think you have to tell me that?
I got into his bed to save you from being shot.
LETTERS: "It happened on the 9th of June, Mr and Mrs Mulrooney.
"Michael and four other marines were camped in Kookaburra Creek
"when they were surrounded by natives armed with spears.
"The only way out was upwards
"but that meant turning your back on the natives
"in order to climb the rock face.
"So one soldier climbed
"while the other four held off the natives.
"Then a second soldier climbed
"while the other three held them off.
"Then a third soldier climbed
"while the other two held them off.
"That left only two soldiers on the ground
"and for one of them, it was certain death
"because the last soldier to climb
"would have nobody holding off the natives.
"Mr and Mrs Mulrooney,
"your son Michael demanded to be that last soldier.
"He gave his life so that another man might live.
"I know Michael wanted to test himself in battle.
"We spoke about it often.
"How sad, then, that his first battle,
"his first test, should be his last
"but how glorious that he should pass it with flying colours.
"Mr and Mrs Mulrooney,
"I have never known anyone so brave.
"Yours sincerely..."
And then...
Your signature then there, boss.
How did you know that we talked about it?
- Hmm? - About testing himself in battle.
I guessed it.
Shall I... Shall I leave it there, boss?
Yes.
What is your name again?
Letters Molloy, boss.
I owe you a favour, Letters Molloy.
MACDONALD: I'm in.
Me to bet?
One shell.
What do you want?
Rum.
You'll not get any.
We thought you might deal us in and we can play you for it.
Think again.
All in.
You are bluffing.
- We have tobacco. - And I will call that bluff.
How did you know we were playing here?
Everyone knows.
I'll call it, too.
- Run. - (GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)
Watch and weep.
(BELCHES)
Tobacco?
- Yes. - How much?
- Quarter of an ounce. - Show me.
It's nowhere near a quarter.
An eighth.
An eighth, then.
Our tobacco against a gill of your rum.
Half a gill.
Fine.
- What game? - Um, you choose.
Seven-card stud, you know it?
- A bit. - Seven shells.
You run out of shells, you are out of the game.
- I'm in. - JAMES: Shall I deal?
- I will deal. - TIMMINS: Measure the rum.
Cut.
Two face-down,
four face-up
and the last one face-down.
- Yes? - Yes.
BUCKLEY: Where did you get the tobacco?
I found it.
Of course you did.
- Where? - Is two aces good?
(ALL CHUCKLING)
Very.
Five of Hearts.
Three of Hearts.
Seven of Diamonds.
Four of Clubs.
And a big fat King of Hearts to me.
King to bet, one shell.
Who did you steal it from?
- Steal what? - The tobacco.
- What does he take us for? - (LAUGHING)
Nine of Diamonds. Five of Spades.
Ten of Diamonds. Three of Spades.
And another big fat King to me.
Oh, pair to bet. Another shell.
Was she, uh... Was she on the game back home?
- Elizabeth? - Yes.
Hmm? Seven of Diamonds.
Jack of Clubs.
Seven of Clubs. Six of Diamonds.
And a Three for me.
Well?
You're not pissed enough to say something like that, Buckley.
Kings to bet.
- One shell. - In.
- Me, too.
And me.
Oh, Four of Spades.
Deuce of Hearts.
Six of Spades.
Ten of Clubs.
And an Eight for the dealer.
Well, I'm just curious.
I wonder how it feels
to be married to a woman
who's shagged two or three thousand men? (LAUGHING)
Still me. One shell.
Has she ever worked out exactly how many?
Could two or three thousand be on the low side?
- Please. - Could it be more like four or five?
Just win the rum off this bastard and we go, yes?
She was never on the game, just punched a woman...
- BUCKLEY: Oh! ...who turned out to be a duchess.
That's why she's here.
I'll see you.
She had men before me.
Hmm.
Very few.
Certainly a lot fewer than any tart you've ever been with.
- Really? - Mmm-hmm.
Well...
- What? - It is on you.
See you.
BUCKLEY: Three Kings.
(LAUGHING)
Famous last words. "Cannot possibly lose."
Thank you. Thank you.
(BUCKLEY LAUGHING)
BUCKLEY: What are you doing?
Why are you shuffling the cards?
I... I did not expect anyone to be here.
Cards, Tommy?
Poker?
Yes.
ELIZABETH: You promised me you would never play again.
- Cut them. - Why?
Because we are playing.
What are we playing for?
My wife.
- I think we should go, Tommy. - Mmm-hmm.
I'm not letting that bastard walk away with our tobacco.
You are not thinking straight, Tommy, so we...
He is not having our tobacco.
Well, it is no longer our tobacco, it is his tobacco.
- He has won it. So let us go now... - No.
...before you lose something even more precious.
No.
One night with my wife against all your tobacco and rum.
- Yes. - Corporal?
You should be ashamed of yourself,
you should be down on your knees thanking God
for a woman like that in a place such as this.
Do not lecture me on morality, Corporal.
And you're gambling her away like a piece of meat.
You sold your woman for a corporal sash,
so you can stick your morality up your arse.
- I did not sell her. - Sergeant Timmins.
I did not sell my woman!
Fine. Sergeant Timmins.
TIMMINS: Let us be clear what's at stake here.
Your wife for one night
and I can do to her whatever I wish?
- Tommy. - Yes.
Yes?
Sergeant Timmins, there is no greater betrayal
than my Tommy playing poker again.
Say yes.
Whatever you wish.
- I'm in. - Corporal?
I used to think you were a man of honour.
A convict, yes, but a man of honour.
But you're not, you're no less a gobshite than any other man.
- TOMMY: Are you in? - Go to hell!
Ten shells each. Game goes on until one man has all the shells.
Agreed.
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(PANTING)
I am so, so sorry.
Tell me you forgive me.
Please tell me you forgive me.
Of course I do.
And one last one.
Have you got anything with those Aces?
Put your shell in, Sarge, and find out.
I can beat your pair-up
but not if you've got something with it.
James.
Sorry.
(SIGHS)
Tell me you can beat it, Tommy.
Tell me you can beat it.
I have two pair.
Two pair?
Yes.
- For God's sake, man, two pair? - Yes!
Then I am his or his?
And I will see you.
And you?
(SIGHS)
I will see you, too.
Why?
Why? You cannot beat what he has showing.
And I will see you
naked in my bed.
And you will be obliging and clean.
Full house,
two Jacks to go with my three Aces.
(WHISPERS) Jesus.
(LAUGHING)
Private Buckley, you have won
and you have every right to take your winnings
but I love this man.
Despite what he has done tonight, I love this man and no one else.
Please let me stay with him.
If I did,
would I go up in your estimation?
Yes.
Up enough for you to shag me?
No.
In that case, I must insist on taking my winnings.
She will be in my bed tonight, not yours.
You would welsh on a bet?
No. Because I have won.
With two pair?
Yes.
Two pair cannot beat three Aces,
never mind three Aces with two Jacks.
Two pair should not be in the same room as a hand like mine.
It's a very special two pair.
I am sure.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Two pair of fours.
- That's four in total. - (JAMES LAUGHING)
(JAMES LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)
- You beauty! - Yes!
Oh!
JAMES: Tommy, oh, you little beaut!
TOMMY: Oh, yes.
ELIZABETH: You gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous man.
You sit on your hand long enough, it'll go numb.
You can pretend someone else is giving you a wank.
(LAUGHS)
Ooh! Ooh!
Queen of Hearts.
Chalk it down to experience.
He has cheated.
Probably.
She acted all surprised to find us there, yes?
Yes.
She was expecting to be alone, then?
Yes.
What woman goes into a mortuary alone at dead of night?
(ELIZABETH LAUGHING)
We've been had, Private Buckley.
(JAMES WHOOPING)
Tommy!
Whoo-hoo!
JAMES: Yes!
- You cheated. - Yeah, you think so?
- Know so. You cheated. - What will you do? See the Governor?
When gambling gets a hundred lashes, I do not think...
- Give me my... - Da-da-da-da...
You know how I know you cheated?
- No. - I cheated.
Oh, now, that I do know because you dealt at least two of your Kings
straight off the bottom of the pack.
Blind man of Bethsaida could have seen it.
BUCKLEY: Nevertheless, there's no way you could have ended up with four fours
unless you also cheated, so give me this.
- Ah, ah, ah. - I will call it all square.
Yeah? Do you know what I would call it?
- A very bad idea. - I do not blame you for cheating.
I mean, why leave it to chance?
A woman like that. Yeah?
- Yes. - Heartbreaking to think
someone like me has been there.
- Of course you have. - I have.
(SNIGGERS)
Time to go, Buckley, I think.
You did not just beat me. You did not just cheat me.
You did not just drop me from there.
No. You led me to believe that I had won her,
that she was mine.
You dropped me from there,
because it was much more entertaining
to drop me from there.
And that is why he is getting this now.
- I had her. - Yeah.
On the day she got flogged, she was in a cell.
I was guarding her. I gave her one then.
I'm sure you did.
- Baby's probably mine. - God help it.
Why do you find that so hard to believe, Barrett?
Is it my repugnance or is it your great love for...
Hey, hey, hey!
I would say a little bit of both.
Buckley, Buckley, Buckley.
You have a very vivid imagination.
Tommy, let us go.
She has a birthmark on the right cheek of her arse...
- Come on, Tommy. ...in the shape of an anchor.
How do I know that if I have not been there?
(SCOFFS)
Can you hear the deafening silence?
Where are the protestations of innocence, hmm?
What is going on here?
If this is true, Buckley,
then you are finished.
Well?
Ripped By mstoll