Banished

TROPICAL BIRDSONG

WAILING

Shhh. Shhh!

Tommy, shut her up, for God's sake!

It's a dream, it's a dream! Elizabeth!

Soldiers!

DOOR OPENS Where is she!? Search the hut!

Sarge!

SHE GASPS

SHE GASPS

Ah! Ah!

No! Ah!

~ Let me do this! ~ No!

Let me do this, I will let you go.

~ Let me do this! ~ No! Argh!

Argh! Argh!

~ No! ~ So be it, bitch! Thieving hag!

SHE GASPS

REVEILLE BUGLE CALL

DRUMMING

WOMEN CHATTER

Get your rations, stow your bags and get outside! Now!

Yes, boss.

Oh, I'm sorry, master.

Yes, boss.

Keep those lines moving. One pancake each.

Yes, boss.

If it is your day to shave, make sure you eat first.

Blade down, boss.

Not seen you before.

James.

When a man tells you his name,

it is only common decency to tell him yours.

It's common sense, too.

Otherwise he might GIVE you a name

and in five minutes, that name could be all over the camp... Gertrude.

Anne.

Pleased to meet you, Anne.

~ Have you got yourself a soldier, Anne? ~ Yes.

I do not mind sharing.

I like men, James.

~ Grown-up men. ~ Mm-hm.

~ What is his name? ~ One pancake. ~ One pancake?

Strange name. Is it Spanish?

Give me back my food. Give me back my food right now!

Give me back my food, you big bullying bastard. Give me it!

Would someone help me, please?

Is there not one man amongst you?

Give it back.

~ How dare you! ~ Do as he says. ~ In the name of God!

She is a woman, you have stolen food from a woman. Give it back.

~ Do as he says! ~ How can you possibly enjoy that?

~ Thank you. ~ Thank you.

Give it back.

Give me my food.

How dare you show off in front of that.

That is not a woman.

That is scum!

How dare you abuse me for a bit of scum!

JAMES GROANS

How dare you!

JAMES GRUNTS

Any time you like, Tommy Barrett. Any time at all.

~ Out of bounds. ~ I need to get in.

And steal your mate's food?

~ To get my food. ~ You've had your food. ~ Someone stole it. ~ Who?

Please, let me in.

Tell me who it was that stole your food and I'll think about it.

I will not always be a convict.

Listen up!

Breakfast is over!

~ On your feet! Get to work! ~ You heard him... ~ On your feet!

~ Move it! ~ Come on...

Keep it moving.

You bunch of tail friskers!

If you do not work, you do not eat!

If you do not eat, you die!

Spragg, Raymond, log roping detail.

~ Elizabeth Quinn. ~ Yes, boss.

~ You were found in one of the men's huts this morning. ~ Yes, boss.

What were you doing there?

I was sleeping with the man I love.

PRIVATE BUCKLEY SCOFFS

~ You managed that by sleeping all alone. ~ Elizabeth.

Can I help you, Mrs Johnson?

I think Mrs Johnson is shocked

at a woman brazenly walking into the men's hut to have sex.

I did not do that, boss.

I crept into his bed when they were all asleep,

intended to leave while they were still asleep,

but I had a nightmare,

and I screamed and I woke them all and brought the soldiers running.

~ You heard this scream. ~ Yes, sir.

I entered the dormitory, she ran, I pursued her and caught her.

~ I'd have shagged him, he would've let me go. ~ That is not true, sir. ~ It is true, boss.

Sorry, Private Buckley, no matter how hard things are here,

how hungry I am, how desperate,

I will never, ever shag a soldier.

Would you, Mrs Johnson?

No, I would not.

I'm married already, you see.

Who is the man you slept with?

What will you do to him?

~ We will punish him. ~ How?

That is no business of yours.

~ You will hang him? ~ Yes.

Who was he?

I will have you flogged if you do not answer.

Who was he?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Does he love you?

~ Yes. ~ And is he a good man?

The best.

Would such a man stand by and see you flogged?

How many lashes before he intervenes? Four? Five?

Why take even four or five?

Tell me now and spare yourself that pain.

So you can hang him all the sooner.

To hell with you.

To hell with you all.

Reverend...

how many lashes?

~ You want me to set a number? ~ Yes.

Minimum, 25.

Maximum, 200.

25.

Mrs Johnson?

25.

~ Major Ross? ~ 50.

~ Captain Collins? ~ 25.

Elizabeth Quinn, you have the dubious honour

of being the first woman flogged in New South Wales.

25 lashes at 12 o'clock today. Take her away.

I need to speak to James Freeman.

Shall I bring him to you?

Yes.

And in return?

A wank.

~ No. ~ What, then?

I want you.

Then you may have me.

If after you have had me,

you do not bring me James Freeman,

I will personally cut your throat.

I will bring you James Freeman.

Sir.

You want me, sir?

Yes. 25 lashes,

~ 12 o'clock. ~ Sir.

~ And lay it on. ~ Sir.

I want to see her weep.

"Her"?

What?

You wish me to flog a woman, sir?

A whore.

Sir.

What the fuck was that?

Freeman?

I need this man for ten minutes.

Freeman!

They caught you this morning, then?

Yes. Tommy must not know.

Has he shagged you?

~ Private Buckley? ~ Yes.

Yes.

~ You let him? ~ Yes.

And all you have said about soldiers!

I needed him to fetch you.

When they start to flog me, they will say it will cease

when the man I was with steps forward.

Tommy will step forward and Major Ross will hang him.

What should I do?

Make sure Tommy says nothing and does nothing.

Say to him, "It is only 25 lashes.

"She can take 25 lashes...

".. but she cannot take losing you."

Hmm.

I know you shagged her.

But, luckily for you,

she did not notice.

Anything else I can do for you?

I served my purpose now?

Yes, darling.

Slut.

HE SPITS

Sergeant Timmins again, sir. Private Buckley.

Let them in.

~ Sir. ~ Sir.

Private Buckley says he will flog the whore, sir.

I lack the stomach for it, sir.

You are doing it.

I will not be able to lay it on, sir.

Private Buckley will.

You will be able to lay it on?

Yes, sir. Why?

Because it is what you have ordered, sir.

There is nothing personal between you and the whore?

No, sir.

Sir?

Get out.