Mary Bryant - Mini

We'll take her in.

You did it! You got us away.

Well done, son. Well done.

We'll cork her up...

then she'll be fit to take us through hell and back.

'Hell and back'? Where are we going?

Timor. Just north of here.

Three and a half thousand miles.

And how many miles today, Will?

Four, maybe five.

Unless you plan to march across the water, sir...

we've lost them.

We'll have to find another crossing, sergeant.

Look at you! Running free for the first time in your life!

We're not convicts.

We're on our way back to Europe.

So you'd better start reciting who you are.

We could be ship's crew.

You'd give yourself away in a minute.

What were you before you turned thief?

I've never been anything else.

I've always fancied a parson's life.

Well, I'm 'Elizabeth Mary Parker'.

One of the Parkers from Bath.

I followed my husband, Mr. John Parker...

a well respected merchant seaman.

We planned to seek our fortune in these foreign waters...

only to have our hopes dashed when our ship went down.

One wash in the sea water and they both turned respectable.

However...

we were fortunate enough to share a boat with five...

gentlemen of outstanding courage...

whose kindness to myself and our children...

has carried us through the ordeal.

I'm Robert Townsend, from Bristol...

Trading in exotic plants and spices, birds and animals too.

Sam?

- I don't know. - Joseph Taylor...

apprentice and companion to Lord Stanley Chadwick...

the great explorer and botanist.

Sadly lost when the ship went down.

- But I tried to rescue him. - I saw you, brave lad.

Do one for me, Mary.

Someone small, Henry Small, ship's rat!

Still thinking of your Lieutenant?

There is...

and always has been...

only one man for me.

Sir. Sir.

See what you can scare up for breakfast.

Don't waste a shot, and don't come back with anything...

too strange looking. Go on.

Alright, come on! Get a fire on.

Come on, lift your feet.

They're a breath away from turning on you.

I'll not die chasing after a whore and nor should you, sir.

The Governor's cutter is the only sound...

reliable boat we have...

and we have a duty to retrieve it.

We will carry out that duty, sergeant.

They're always saying you do this, you do that...

Marines! Marines! Come on!

Go! Go! Come on!

Hurry!

Where's Sam?

- Where's he? - I don't know!

Halt!

We shall return to the colony.

We are going back! Come on!

Stay down!

Come on! Come on!

Down! Down!

Roar!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Load, load! Hurry!

They're going!

There he is!

Can you see Clarke?

There's no sign of them.

Why don't you say it?

They could still be there, waiting for us.

We can't risk going back to get him.

They can see there was only six of us in the boat!

They know we left one behind.

No, no, they'll be all gone by now.

We don't know that.

We don't know where they are, they can see us for sure.

- We can't leave him! - Martin, shot one of them!

I can't see Clarke giving up on us.

And I can't see him giving up on you, Mary.

It's a trap! Leave him or we're all dead!

You! You! You were not even supposed to be here!

We can't leave him! That boy would die for anyone of us!

- We're in range. Will? - What? What?

What are you doing? You're steering at the sea!

No!

Don't leave me! Don't leave me!

Don't leave me!

Come on, lad! Come on!

I couldn't leave that boy behind.

No more than I could sleep with Ralph Clarke.

But we've got this far because you could.

They all know it, but none of them can say it.

We've got this far because you sailed us here.

Wait till you are this.

Look! Look!

Don't you see?

You've gone native?

Coal! Tonnes and tonnes of the stuff.

On the beach around the bay, just waiting to be picked up.

Vamos!

We need water!

A hundred pounds in weight of rice.

And Flour!

Salted pork! And Rum!

Fishing nets! Tools! Muskets! Shot! Powder!

Our one decent boat, and with our only fisherman. All gone!

And you took her in.

Come in.

I can't get a word out of the boy, sir.

Perhaps it is possible they had no plan beyond escape.

Or perhaps find a passing ship that wouldn't bring them...

straight back here.

But everything else was well planned, sir.

Even so, the nearest civilization... Timor.

Three, four thousand miles away.

They'd have to negotiate reefs...

twelve hundred miles of open sea...

and with the burden of carrying a woman and children.

And even if they survive the sea...

they'll never survive each other.

Now there's a roaring a fire for you, Mary.

This is good wind. We better catch it.

Come on, we need to take our chances when we can.

It's good to be free, isn't it. No one lording it over us.

Why don't we call this a day of rest?

It's gone! A slab of salt pork! Enough feed for all of us!

Yes, we're free.

We're not in the colony, but if we steal from each other.

Take care who you're looking at.

How do we know it wasn't you?

It wasn't me!

Whoever it was. And I don't care who the bastard is.

I'll find him out.

And there'll be one less mouth to feed.

For the love of God, take us in.

We're been out 10 days now.

Not on that shore, she'd break up on the reef.

Perhaps he's not starving like the rest of us.

Have we found our thief?

- Will's no thief. - We're all thieves.

Did someone give you this boat?

We have to use our muskets!

No.

You think you know hunger.

Wait until you can't run. Can't walk anymore.

Can't even think then we'll use our last shots to get meat.

Savages!

- I scared them off! - They might have helped us.

Back, back in the boat!

Get back in the boat! Come on!

Come on!

Give me the powder! Go! Go!

One shot, that's all we've got lift!

God knows how I'd like to use it.

Who are you being loyal to? Mary Bryant?

She left you on that beach to die.

Do you think she'd die for you? She'd never even think of it.

- I wouldn't want her to. - Where are they heading for?

Tell me something, anything and I can plead clemency.

The Governor will listen.

No one has the appetite for another senseless killing.

That poor boy.

God, look at him.

We do beseach you blessed Father...

to raise us from the death and sin.

Into a life of righteousness.

Grant us this thru Jesus Christ, our mediator in thee. Amem.

By the powers invested in me by His Majesty King George...

I have sentenced Sam Liley to be hung.

This brings me no satisfaction.

But every thief will face the same end.

No, let them come, let them see.

Proceed.

No.

Alright, son.

Was it you from the start?

- I'd have given you my share. - It wasn't for the food.

I thought if there was someone none of them could trust...

It would make them feel less certain there'd be less...

of a gang against us. - You really think you can...

do anything that comes into your head.

- What the others had found out? - They didn't found out.

- And you still run the boat. - Yes, because they can't.

They watch and learn yesterday.

You have to push the world to go your way...

but you never think it through.

It wouldn't have worked if I'd have told you.

From now on, no more schemes, no more plans.