The Survivalist

My name is Kathryn.

And this is my daughter Milja.

Would you be able to spare some of your crop?

We can offer something in exchange.

A real treasure, then.

We have legumes,

rusticas,

strong varieties.

These could boost your yield.

Surely you can spare something.

There's more than enough.

That's what they all thought.

Well, then perhaps..

Perhaps, we could stay the night.

Inside.

Wait.

On the bed.

on the bed.

Wait.

Inside

Unbolt that door.

Inside.

Food first.

Do you have any more chairs?

Sit on the bed.

Bags.

Don't move.

Stand up.

Stand there.

Turn your backs to me.

Turn around.

Sit back down.

Where are you coming from?

Mulner.

You travel alone?

Just the two of us.

Can we have more?

How long have you been here?

Seven years.

Always alone?

I used to live with my brother.

He's dead.

On your feet.

Inside.

I need to ask you something,

Don't come inside her.

Shut the door.

It's to shave you.

You have a toilet?

By the heaps, use your nose.

She likes you.

Do you like her?

Would you like to keep seeing her?

The farm is small for a reason.

But we still found it.

We could clear more land.

More hands to manage it. ...I've managed so far.

You've been lucky.

It wasn't luck.

Pack your things.

Now.

He keeps the shells in his front trouser pocket.

I can reach them from the bed.

Will you have time to load the gun?

I'll take it outside.

By the time he reaches the door, I'll be ready.

Try not to use both shells.

Where's Milja?

Milja!

Light the fire.

Get the blade.

You need to sterilize it first.

It's in one piece.

It has to be cauterized.

It's okay.

Get back.

Get away from me.