Oh, my God!
Fuckin' hell!
Fucking bastards.
Come on, you fuck... Aah!
Mikey, get down!
- Mikey! - Aah!
I'm hit, Charlie! I'm hit!
You'll be all right, Mikey. Hold strong.
You'll never take me alive, you bastards!
Do I need to introduce myself?
I know who you are.
Good. I know who you are.
My brother's taken a bullet, Stanley,
and is in need of medical attention.
Well, allow me to address
the subject of your brother, Mr. Burns.
Christmas, as you're probably aware,
is fast approaching.
And Christmas this year
will hold a unique significance
for young Micky here.
Mikey.
Because on Christmas Day,
I have made plans that he be taken from the jail in Banyon
and hanged by the neck until he is dead.
Charlie.
You're a copper, Stanley, not a judge and jury.
Well, clearly, Mr. Burns, I am what I wish to be.
So what is it that you want?
I want Arthur Burns.
I no longer ride with me brother.
Yaah!
Now I will allow you a moment to think about it.
What's happening, Charlie?
It's all right, Mikey.
It's all right.
Australia.
What fresh hell is this?
I've kept company with bad men all my life.
I was 22 years in Her Majesty's Land Forces.
I've dealt with your type many times.
Touch me brother again, and I'll kill you.
Make no mistakes, Mr. Burns.
It will be done. I will civilize this place.
What the fuck are you talking about, Stanley?
Listen to me now, Charlie.
Don't speak.
Hush, Mikey. You'll be fine.
Hush.
I wish to present you with a proposition.
I know where Arthur Burns is.
In his godforsaken place.
The blacks won't go there,
nor the trackers.
Not even my own men.
I suppose in time the bounty hunters will get him.
But I have other plans.
I aim to bring him down.
I aim to show that he's a man like any other.
I aim to hurt him.
When you're ready, sir.
And what will most hurt him?
Well, I thought long and hard about that.
And I've realized, Mr. Burns,
that I must become a little more inventive in my methods.
Now, don't speak, Mr. Burns. Listen to me now.
Don't say a word.
Now, suppose I told you there was a way
to save your little brother Mikey from the noose.
Suppose I gave you a horse and a gun.
Suppose, Mr. Burns,
I was to give both you
and your young brother Mikey here a pardon.
Suppose I said that I could
give you a chance to expunge the guilt
beneath which you so clearly labor.
Suppose I gave you till Christmas.
Now suppose you tell me
what it is I want from you.
Hmm?
You want me to kill me brother.
I want you to kill your brother.
Arthur Burns is a monster.
An abomination.
You were right to part company with him,
to take Mikey with you.
What happened at the Hopkins' place was unforgivable.
I have never seen such a sickening sight.
Did you know that poor woman Eliza Hopkins had a child in her belly?
Your business with your brother is unfinished.
You have nine days, Mr. Burns.
Bring the horses around.
Chk-chk.
Come on, let's hit them!
Bastards!
You got him!
Pigs!
Who've you got?
Troopers!
Dismount!
The man I have brought in
is Mike Burns
of the Burns Gang.
That's one down and two to go, gentlemen.
You've got to get the other ones now.
I will civilize this land.
Make yourself at home, Mikey.
Good evening to you, Mrs. Stanley.
Good evening, Mr. Broussard.
Not so fucking dangerous now, is he?
Martha?
Good evening, gentlemen.
Good evening, Mrs. Stanley.
You should really not come here.
Cannot a lady visit her husband in his place of work?
You men wait outside.
We spoke about why you shouldn't come here.
This is not appropriate...
Morris, you've been gone for three days.
It's lonely up there at the house.
It's so Quiet without you.
Are you coming home now?
Well, I have things to attend to.
I'll have Officer Dunn escort you home.
I'll be back soon.
You look terrible, Morris.
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Dunn.
Who is that?
But he's no more than a boy.
Oh, he's man enough, ma'am. He's man enough indeed.
Enough.
Escort Mrs. Stanley home, and wait there till I return.
How long will you be, dear?
Later.
Never speak to my wife about such things again.
Do you understand?
My apologies, Captain.
What happened today on the Flats, that's between you and me.
Of course, sir.
Because there would be consequences
were it to become common knowledge.
Yes.
Eliza Hopkins was a good Christian woman,
and she was my friend.
I pray to God that her death was mercifully swift.
It was, wasn't it?
Martha, could we speak of other things?
Come here, Captain Stanley.
My poor husband.
Oh...
The world you live in in there.
Don't be gloomy, dear.
This burden you carry,
you might let me carry it, too.
I believe in you.
Stay down.
Stay in bed.
What in God's name...
Christ, sir.
I shot me bloody toes off.
Nothing to see here, Martha. Go back to bed.
Officer Dunn has shot his toe...
Martha, go back inside.
♪ "When?" said the moon to the stars in the sky ♪
♪ "Who?" said the cloud that started to cry ♪
♪ "How?" said the sun that melted the ground ♪
♪ And "Why?" said the river that refused to run ♪
♪ "Where?" said the thunder without a sound ♪
Bloody flies.
Kill one, a dozen more turn up to his funeral.
Oh, a thousand pardons, my dear man.
It appears that I am a little scuppered.
No. No need for that, sir. No need for that.
We are white men, you and I.
Permit me to introduce myself.
My name is Jellon Lamb.
Citizen of the world, you might say,
an adventurer,
and, if I may be so bold, a man of no little education.
And you, sir,
by what name am I honored to address thee?
Of course, a mere detail.
Mere detail.
Forgive me, sir, but I've been stuck here with no one
but this sorry sack of Hibernian pig shit for conversation.
Poor, poor Dan O'Reilly.
Sit, sir.
Drink with me.
One more crack about the Irish, Mr. Lamb, and I'll shoot ya.
Am I clear?
Oh, as waters of Ennis, sir.
Let us drink, then, to the Irish.
No finer race of men have ever... peeled a potato.
Do you pray, Mr. Lamb?
Good Lord, son. No, I do not.
I was, in days gone by, a believer,
but, alas, I came to this beleaguered land
and the God in me just...
evaporated.
Let us change our toast, sir.
To the gods who has forgotten us.
But first cardinal rule.
Never raise a glass with a man whose name you do not know.
My name's Charles Murphy.
Charles, eh? Perhaps you've read.
On the Origin of the Species by Means of Natural Selection
by Charles Darwin.
Oh, don't be thrown by the title.
He had the most fascinating things to say.
Chilling things.
Mr. Darwin spent time studying Aboriginals.
He claims
we are, at bottom,
one and the same.
He infers, Mr. Murphy,
that we share a common ancestry with monkeys.
Monkeys!
Mr. Murphy, Russia, China, the Congo.
Oh, I have traveled among unknown people
in lands beyond the seas,
but nothing...
Nothing could have prepared me
for this godforsaken hole.
You see, Mr. Murphy...
I am something of a fortune hunter.
And what fortune do you hunt out here, Mr. Lamb?
That would be my question to you, Mr. Murphy.
You fucking...
Unhand me, Murphy, or I'll slit your fucking throat.
We are white men, sir,
not beasts.
Oh...
he sits up there in those melancholy hills.
Some say he sleeps in caves like a beast,
slumbers deep like the Kraken.
The blacks say that he's a spirit.
The troopers will never catch him.
Common force is meaningless, Mr. Murphy,
as he squats up there on his impregnable perch.
Ah...
So I wait, Mr. Murphy.
I wait.
Aye, ye wait.
You wait here, bounty hunter.
Hang him, sir. Hang him high, sir.
Hail the conquering hero.
What a vile specimen of humanity.
What a little piece of filth.
Not really the one that we're looking for, though, is it, Captain?
In the end, justice will be done.
Mmm, justice.
Save your little wisdoms for the mob, Stanley.
Has he told you where his brothers are?
With due respects, Mr. Fletcher,
perhaps it would be wise to allow police work to be done by policemen.
Hmm.
What a little piece of filth.
Still better than nothing, I suppose.
Good evening, Captain. Good evening.
"When?" said the moon to the stars in the sky.
"Soon" said the wind that followed him home.
"Who?" said the cloud that started to cry.
"Me" said the rider dry as a bone.
Me roses are looking lovely.
I've got green thumbs, I have.
I was just thinking about England.
Do you not miss it, Martha?
There's much to miss there and here.
Let's get rid of that headache.
Now, Captain Stanley,
eat your breakfast before the flies do.
Made by me own fair hands, them eggs.
Mmm. Me eggs have never tasted so fine, mum.
You're a good man, Morris.
And you're a good woman, Martha.
Do we have company?
Yes, I'm afraid we do.
Captain!
Excuse me, ma'am. Excuse me, sir.
- Martha, would you excuse us? - It's fine, Morris.
No, Martha, please. This is police business.
How dare you come to my house in that state.
- Sir. - What exactly do you want?
We just got back from the Arooka Ranges, sir.
We round up six rebel blacks, sir.
Shawn killed one. Thought you'd want to know about it straightaway.
Captain...
Captain?
No, leave the door open. It's rank in here.
Yes, sir.
Are you sure you put enough iron on these men, Sergeant?
They have been adequately secured, sir.
- Jacko, get over here. - Yes, Captain, sir.
Ask them how long they've been hiding up in the ranges.
He says they're very tired.
Well, he'll have a nice long rest
if you don't open your fucking mouths and start yapping,
you black bastards!
Sergeant.
Wait outside. Wait outside the door.
I'll call you from when I need you.
Ask them again.
How long have they been hiding
up in the ranges?
Captain, sir, he said they don't hide in the ranges. They live in the ranges.
Then ask him how long they have lived in the ranges.
Them always been living in the ranges, Captain, sir.
Ask him if they've seen a white man up there.
Yes, Captain, sir. I'll ask them.
They seen white man. White man catches them.
Jesus Christ. I don't mean the police.
This... This man.
This man. A man with this man.
A white man.
This man. This man.
Ask him.
Fellow in the picture,
he live in a cave.
Dog man. Big fella.
He's a dog man. Never sleep.
He sit there all day.
Sit down in a cave... way up.
He live with small fella and black fella.
Cannot catch him, cannot kill him.
He's dog. What, he eats dog?
No, Captain, sir. He is dog.
He changed to dog.
He grow hair.
He grow teeth, sharp.
And he grows a tail. This way.
Long. And he stand with two legs like this.
And he goes...
Sergeant! Sergeant!
"When?" said the moon to the stars in the sky.
"Soon" said the wind that followed him home.
"Who?" said the cloud that started to cry.
"Me" said the rider dry as a bone.
"How?" said the sun that melted the ground.
And "Why?" said the river that refused to run.
"Where?" said the thunder without a sound.
"Here" said the rider and took up his gun.
The captain is weak. A weak man.
Oh, so you reckon he's weak, eh, Lawrence?
Fuck you, Cox.
Come out here to sort out niggers. Fucking he's done nothing.
These black bastards, they're running all over us.
I chose the wrong man for the job.
'Cause this isn't London. It's not England.
- This is fuckin' Australia. - Right.
Did I say I wanted to fuck Captain's wife?
Will you go back to sleep, Paul, for God's sake?
I would like to fuck his wife.
If I was married to that bucket of pig's tripe you call a fuckin' wife,
I'd want to fuck her, too.
I want to fuck his wife.
- I want to fuck his wife. - Oh, I could fuck her...
Yeah, right. We all want to fuck Mrs. Stanley.
She certainly isn't getting anything from the good captain, is she?
You know why?
'Cause he's weak.
He's got other things on his mind.
Because he really fucked up this time.
He got the boy.
- He let the other one go. - Eh?
Fix him right up.
Got good medicine. Fix him no time at all.
Going to need sleep. Going to need rest.
Don't cry, Daddy.
Gonna need sleep. Gonna need rest.
Good afternoon, Mr. Broussard.
- Remember to save a turkey for me. - Of course, Mrs. Stanley.
Is everything all right?
Go home, you stupid cow.
I'm sorry. What did you say?
Mrs. Stanley,
perhaps you better ask your husband.
Oh.
Shut up, dog.
Holy mother of mercy.
Look who's raised himself from the dead.
He much better now. He much better, 'cause I fixed him.
He don't look better to me.
You know, Samuel, the thing I relished the most when I was away...
was not having to see your fuckin' face all the time.
If it weren't for me and my crack shootin', you'd be fuckin' dingo dinner.
30 yards away I was.
Blew that black bastard's head right off.
It was beautiful.
So a bit of respect.
I might just have to shoot you... with my new Winchester.
Fuck! That hurt!
- Aw, Charlie. - Go easy there.
It's all right, Charlie.
You want to know why I've come back?
I know why you've come back, Charlie.
Look at that.
Be humble of heart, Charlie. This is the end of things.
You're my brother, Charlie.
You belong with me.
We are a family.
All of us.
Yeah, I was just getting reacquainted.
Samuel.
Be kind.
A little tolerance, Charlie. Sam is a boy.
He's a vicious little cretin.
Where's Mikey, Charlie?
- Mikey stayed behind in Clarence. - You left Mikey alone?
He met a girl.
- Mikey met a girl? - Aye.
Mikey met a girl.
What's her name, Charlie? Molly.
Molly.
Molly O'Boyle.
Huh.
A redheaded colleen, no doubt. Aye.
Red. Like the sunset.
Like the sunset.
What does she do, this Molly O'Boyle?
I'm feeling a bit tired right now, Arthur.
Is she a farmer's daughter? Can she cook a good lamb stew?
Would you stop it?
Mikey's not the same stuff as us.
We'll be flung to the depths, you and I.
He worships you, you know.
There was a time we both did.
Mikey deserves better.
You're right to leave. Take him with you.
I need to rest.
Mary O'Boyle?
Molly, Arthur. Molly.
Molly. Molly. Right. Molly.
Mikey.
Only five more days to go, Mikey.
Martha.
When Sergeant Lawrence said...
that the boy that you are holding at the lockup was man enough,
what did he mean by that?
Sergeant Lawrence is an ignorant thug with the moral fortitude of a snake.
- Just disregard it. - What did he mean?
What did the boy do?
He's a member of the Burns gang.
There are certain things that a woman shouldn't be privy to.
I asked you a question.
I asked you not to visit me in my place of work.
Tell me what he did to Eliza.
Enough! She was my friend!
Enough!
That's enough.
Headache, Captain Stanley?
So what can I do for you, Mr. Fletcher?
Word has it that your men captured
half a dozen rebel blacks two days ago,
and that one was shot in the process.
Do you have a problem with that?
Yes, Captain, I do.
Word came this morning from Eight Mile Creek
that Dan O'Reilly's place was attacked.
Are you sure it was blacks?
Dan O'Reilly had so many spears in him
that he resembled your good old garden-variety English hedgehog.
It's simple, Captain.
It's called the law of reciprocity.
Kill one of them, and they're going to kill one of ours.
Do the job I brought you here to do, hmm?
If you have to kill one, make sure you bloody well kill them all.
Well, I'll send some troopers out today.
Well, is our business here finished?
- I'm going to have Mike Burns flogged. - What?
100 lashes.
Martha.
Thank you.
I thought you gentlemen might like a little tea.
Please, sit down.
Thank you, Martha. That would be lovely.
Thank you, Martha.
Is there anything else I can get you?
No, thank you, Martha. This is lovely.
Well, then, I'll leave you two gentlemen alone.
Clever and well-bred woman, your wife.
You did well for yourself, Captain.
Word has it that you had Charlie Burns...
and you let him go.
Word has it
that you offered him some kind of deal.
Tell me this isn't so, Captain.
Word has it
that you promised those animals who raped Eliza Hopkins
a pardon if Charlie Burns brought back his brother.
A pardon for the annihilation of the Hopkins family!
Are you completely out of your mind?
Listen to me. Mike Burns is a simpleton.
He spends all day in his cell crying like a child.
It is my belief that he's not responsible for his actions.
I'm not interested in your beliefs, Captain Stanley.
Who do you think you are, the judge and the jury?
Arthur Burns must be stopped.
It is he who is responsible for this outrage.
And I know that Charlie Burns will stop at nothing
to protect his younger brother Mike.
So all we need do now is wait.
Wait?
My God, man, they raped a woman!
Tomorrow morning, I want Mike Burns flogged.
- As I said, 100 lashes. - This will kill him.
So be it.
What if I'm right?
What if Charlie Burns does as I ask?
What if he comes back?
Then we will hang the lot of them.
Good day.
Martha.
Martha, stay here.
Do not let anyone in. I shall return tomorrow.
Martha, do you hear me?
Please, stay here.
What's going on in here?
I believe Officer Davenport and Officer Matthews
were entertaining the prisoner, sir.
- Is that right, sergeant? - Yes, sir.
- Well, I got a job for you. - Yes.
We have unfinished business in the Arooka Ranges.
Sir. Rebel blacks, Sergeant.
Within two hours, you must find Jacko
and recruit some more troopers
and depart.
You fuckin' snake.
Why are you still standing there?
You've been dismissed.
Where's Charlie, Mr. Stanley?
I don't know, son.
I don't know.
Captain?
Captain.
Bring him out, Stanley!
Michael Burns.
Let's see him, Stanley!
Give him to us, Stanley.
Bring him out, Stanley.
Stand aside, Stanley.
We want justice.
I'll shoot...
the first person who lays hands on Mike Burns.
Give him to us.
He'll sort it.
You heard me.
You move, I'll shoot you dead.
Are you going to shoot your wife as well, Captain?
Martha?
She was with child, for God's sake.
Martha, if this flogging goes ahead...
it will be our death sentence.
What if it had been me?
Captain Stanley?
- Help me! - Get on, Mikey!
- Get on with the bloody whipping! - Get off!
- Get off of me!
Stay still.
My good people...
Stand still!
Before you stands
one of the vilest, most bloodthirsty
- villains this country has ever seen. - Up! Up! Up!
Rapist, looter, murderer.
His crimes are of the most heinous kind.
Before the year is out, this man will hang.
Today he will be flogged.
A message to all who would dare transgress the laws of this land.
- One hundred lashes. - Please!
Proceed.
1! Don't do it, please!
Aah!
2!
3!
Please!
Aah!
You could shame a nightingale.
38.
39.
Go on.
Your days are over, Captain Stanley.
Martha.
Come on.
Martha, you must eat.
Tobey's made you some soup.
Here you go.
This is good.
You must eat something, Martha, please.
No.
I'm so sorry.
Forgive me, please.
I just wanted to protect you.
I had an idea about justice...
for the town, for the country,
for you...
For you...
And now...
I don't know.
Hey, quit pissing down me leg.
Well, find your own fuckin' tree. What do you need a fuckin' tree for?
- Just piss out there, not on me. - Fuck off. You pissed on me, you idiot.
Strange mob, you whities.
Hmm?
Good news.
Sergeant Laurie.
Over there. What?
Where? See it?
Hard to see it.
At foot of the ranges.
Well, I can't see a bloody thing.
What?
Smoke.
Love.
Love is the key.
Love and family.
What are night and day,
the sun, the moon, the stars,
without love...
and those you love around you?
What could be more hollow
than to die alone,
unloved?
What the fuck was that?
Fuckin' trooper's rifle. .450s.
Shooting blacks. Be calm, Samuel.
Shots are miles away.
Burn it!
Burn the fucking lot!
Don't stand there moping!
What are you doing?
Burn everything!
Molly O'Boyle, my arse.
Who the fuck left Danny Boy out in the sun?
Hey, Jacko, you lazy bugger.
I told you to bury that bastard last night.
He stinks worse than you.
Jacko.
You got the wrong fuckin' black man.
Slowly now, Sergeant.
Put your privates back in your pants and turn around.
Come to steal my brother a horse, and we find ourselves a copper.
You fire that gun, you'll have eight more all over you.
Fair enough.
Step into the shade, Sarge. To the back.
Has Charlie found you, then?
Stanley's little mate?
Over there.
- By the straw. - Whoa. Good boy.
That's right. Stay. Lay down, Sergeant.
- Hey. Whoa. Come here. - Lie down.
- I know something you don't know. - Hush.
- Hey. - What?
Your brother's come to kill you. I can help.
You can help me?
Shh! Steady!
Help... your...
fuckin'...self...
copper.
Here's your knife back, ya dog.
There's something I want to tell you.
I've been having a dream. Most nights.
I've kept it from you,
but I don't suppose it matters now.
I'm in a room...
It's our bedroom, I think...
And... I'm searching for something.
And then suddenly, I feel a presence in the room,
and I stand up,
and I turn around,
and there in the doorway is Eliza Hopkins.
And she looks frightful.
Her dress is all creased and torn... and covered in blood.
And her face, too...
All battered and bruised and splashed with blood...
Martha... But listen to this.
In her arms, she's holding something.
I... I...
I can't see what it is,
'cause it's covered by her hair.
And then she walks towards me,
very slowly...
and...
she hands me a tiny bundle.
And I look down,
and I see that it's a baby...
A newborn.
And this baby... Oh, it's a beautiful baby, Morris.
And it opens its eyes.
And then,
I feel a pressure on my hand, and I look down,
and I see that the baby has...
taken hold of my finger, and it's squeezing it tight in its tiny fist.
Then I wake up.
But after I wake, it's... It's the strangest thing.
I can still feel...
I can still feel the pressure of that dream baby's hand
on my finger.
What do you think of that?
Good boy!
Nice and tight, eh? Right.
Up we get!
Oh, no! I wouldn't try that if I were you.
Ligature and knots are one of my many talents.
And it appears that you are singularly bereft
in any talents whatsoever, Mr. Burns.
To be speared by a savage.
How extraordinarily Quaint.
Easy, Mr. Burns.
I was drunk.
You only got me because I was drunk.
But I'm not drunk now.
I'm on the job now.
Not a bad day's work, either.
For what is an Irishman but a nigger turned inside out?
Now we're gonna sit down
on this log.
Nice and easy, Mr. Burns.
There.
I really should stop saving your life, brother Charlie...
all things considered.
There's nights and days, brother...
Both sweet things.
Sun, moon, and stars... All sweet things.
Likewise,
there's a wind on the heath.
Life is very
sweet, brother.
Life is very sweet, brother.
Who would wish to die?
Ah.
George Borrow, I believe. Huh?
A worthy writer, and a beautiful sentiment, sir.
But you're not my brother.
Finish him.
Oh, dear.
This may hurt.
Aah!
Why can't you ever just stop me?
They're hanging Mikey come Christmas Day.
When's Christmas, Charlie?
I have some riding to do.
Brother!
Where did you get it?
- I'm a very resourceful woman. - I never doubted it for a moment.
- Look real good, missus. - Thank you, Tobey.
And...
And look.
Snow.
Ho ho ho.
- Who is it? - Dr. Bantrey.
Are you alone?
Yes.
Then you may come in.
It doesn't look good, Morris. The boy is dying.
Nothing I can do.
It sure is pretty.
Ah. You can never get your fill of nature, Samuel.
To be surrounded by it is to be stilled.
It salves the heart.
The mountains, the trees,
the endless plains,
the moon, the myriad of stars.
Every man can be made quiet and complete,
even the lowliest misanthrope or the most wretched of sinners.
What's a misanthrope, Arthur?
Some bugger who fuckin' hates every other bugger.
Hey, I didn't ask you, ya black bastard.
He's right, Samuel. A misanthrope is one who hates humanity.
Is that what we are? Misanthropes?
Good Lord, no.
We're a family.
Chk-chk.
Best you go now, Tobey.
Tobey.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Captain.
Prisoner coming through!
Stand back, ladies and gentlemen.
This black fellow bites.
Keep moving, you murdering, bloody bastard.
It is the jailhouse for you!
You led us a merry, bloody dance for many days
but alas for you, you dirty mongrel,
we've got you.
How am I doing?
You're doing just fine, Sergeant Stoat.
Keep moving, you dusty devil!
Don't lag!
And keep your lustful eyes to the ground, you lecherous dog,
or I'll whip the filthy black hide right off you.
Good morning, Miss.
What's happened?
I don't know.
It must be some of Lawrence's lot.
Oh, shit!
Mikey.
This one's pissed himself. No!
Where are the keys, you bastards?
Aah!
Fucking keys?
Oh, God, please.
Mikey.
Mikey!
- All right. - Will you shut him up, Charlie?
Mikey! Mikey!
It's Charlie!
Two Bob!
- I think the job's fucking done. - Two Bob, you fucking yellow dog.
Come on, you sons of bitches, get down!
Arthur!
I'll see you at the good captain's.
We'll save the best till last.
Get!
Stand back!
Get!
You're grand, Samuel.
Well, we're going visiting?
That's right.
It's all your fault, Charlie.
You should never have left us.
Would you like me to carve?
No. No, no, no. I'll carve.
Finest bird I've ever had, ma'am.
Made with my own fair hands.
Thank you.
For what we are about to receive,
may the Lord make us truly thankful.
Amen. Amen.
Merry Christmas.
Mmm.
Guard the woman, Samuel.
Shit.
Move out of your seat again, ma'am,
and I'll stick this fork through your fucking eye.
Shut up.
I said shut up.
It's Christmas.
What does that say?
"To my darling wife,
"whom I love so much.
I'm sorry."
Sorry for what?
Oh, ma'am...
they're beautiful.
I've never seen anything so beautiful.
Samuel! That's us.
Oh, God.
Aah!
You won't want to miss this, Captain.
Aah!
Samuel.
Sing us "Peggy Gordon."
Charlie.
Just in time.
Mikey's dead.
Listen to that.
He sings like a bird.
Not the gut, Charlie.
Shit.
No more.
I'm going to be with me brother.
You got me, Charlie.
What are you gonna do now?
♪ "When?" said the moon to the stars in the sky ♪
"♪ " Who? Said the cloud that started to cry ♪
"♪ Who?" said the sun that melted the ground ♪
♪ "Why?" said the river that refused to run ♪
♪ "Where?" said the thunder without a sound ♪