(DEEP TONE)
(HIGH-PITCHED TONE FADING UP)
(HIGH-PITCHED TONE INCREASES IN INTENSITY)
(HIGH-PITCHED TONE SLOWLY FADES)
(DEEP TONE CONTINUES)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RUMBLING CONTINUES)
(PANTING)
(PANTING CONTINUES)
(GENTLE CLATTERING)
(CLATTERING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(SHUTTER BEING LOCKED)
(WIND HOWLING OUTSIDE)
(ZIPPER BEING OPENED)
(RAIN PATTERING ON ROOF)
(RATTLING AND CLINKING)
(SNIFFS)
(PLAYS AND HOLDS NOTE)
(PLAYS SPORADIC NOTES)
(BLOWS HARSH NOTE)
(TENTATIVE BLOW INTO HARMONICA)
(SUSTAINED NOTE)
(WIND WHISTLING OUTSIDE)
(TAKES SHORT IRREGULAR BREATHS)
(TAP SQUEAKING)
(WATER STARTS RUNNING)
(SPLASHING)
(BELT BEING FASTENED)
(METALLIC SCRAPE)
(GENTLE CLATTERING OF SPOON)
(BIRDSONG)
(SPORADIC BIRD CALLS)
(SNIFFS)
(TRICKLING)
(BARK TEARING)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(DOOR HINGES CREAK)
(SNIFFS)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(WIND HOWLING OUTSIDE)
(THE ROAR OF WATER)
(SEEDS RATTLING IN TIC TAC BOX)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(PANTING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(BREATHES NERVOUSLY)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(UNZIPPING)
(PLAYS NOTE)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(INSECT BUZZING)
(FLAMES CRACKLING)
(DISTANT BIRD CALL)
(TIN CAN ALARM GENTLY CLATTERING)
(TIMBER CREAKING)
(CLATTERING)
(RIFLE CLICKS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
My name is Kathryn...
and this is my daughter Milja.
(TWIG SNAPS)
(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)
Would you be able to spare some of your crop?
We can offer something in exchange.
The real treasure, then.
We have legumes... brassicas.
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.
Wait.
Inside.
Unbolt that door.
- (SHE UNBOLTS DOOR) - Inside.
Food first!
Do you have any more chairs?
Sit on the bed.
Bags.
Don't move.
(EXHALES)
Stand up.
Stand there.
Turn your backs to me.
Turn around.
Sit back down.
(PAN CLANKING)
Where you coming from?
Monaghan.
You travelling 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.
(RUSTLING)
Inside.
I need to ask you something.
Don't come inside her.
Shut the door.
(DOOR BEING BOLTED)
(SHOE DROPS ONTO FLOOR)
(OTHER SHOE DROPS)
(UNZIPPING)
(TIMBER CREAKING)
(WIND WHISTLING OUTSIDE)
(WATER GENTLY SPLASHING)
(SHE GASPS)
It's to shave you.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(EXHALES SOFTLY)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(SPOONS TAPPING AGAINST BOWLS)
Do you have a toilet?
By the heaps. Use your nose.
(BOLT SCRAPES)
She likes you.
Do you like her?
Would you like to keep seeing her?
The farm's 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.
(WATER RUNNING)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(MUFFLED THUDDING)
(MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS)
(GRUNTS)
(PLAYS HARMONICA)
(CONTINUES PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(TRICKLING)
(URINATING)
(FINISHES URINATING)
KATHRYN: 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.
(BOLT SCRAPING)
(FIRE CRACKLING AND WIND HOWLING)
(BED CREAKS)
(SHELLS RATTLING SOFTLY)
(HE GASPS)
(KISSING)
(MUFFLED THUDDING)
(BIRDSONG)
(WATER BABBLING)
Where's Milja?
(MUFFLED GROAN)
(MILJA BREATHES HEAVILY)
KATHRYN: Milja!
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(GUNSHOT ECHOING)
(SHE GRUNTS)
(COCKS PISTOL)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(RASPING BREATHING)
Make the fire.
(HE GRUNTS)
(HE WINCES)
Get a blade.
You need to sterilise it first.
(LABOURED BREATHING)
(HE GASPS)
(GROANS)
It's in one piece.
It has to be cauterised.
- (SIZZLING) - (HE STIFLES GROANING)
(STIFLED EXCLAMATION)
It's OK.
Get back.
Get away from me.
Get up.
Get inside.
Keep that gun down.
Shut the door.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BOLT SCRAPES)
(BIRDSONG)
(HE COUGHS)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(BIRD CAWING)
(INSECTS BUZZING)
(HE GRUNTS)
(LABOURED BREATHING)
I'm sick.
Gone, is he?
Going.
Better this way...
than through the stomach.
Think he has a chance?
Well...
..no matter now.
He's useful.
A third mouth...
on a farm fit for one.
And too far gone, anyway.
No harm in trying, then.
You're getting sentimental.
You're getting older.
He was the one that found me.
(SCRAPING)
(WATER SPLASHING)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(SILENCE)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(DEEP BREATHING)
(PANTING)
(HE CRIES OUT)
(GASPING)
SURVIVALIST: Help me!
(GRUNTING)
(METALLIC CLANG)
(BIRDSONG)
(DING)
(LEAVES RUSTLING IN BREEZE)
(BIRDSONG)
(WATER CRASHING)
How did your brother die?
He was careless.
(BIRD CALLS)
(BRANCH CREAKING)
(GLASS RINGING)
(THUD)
(NIGHT BIRDS CALLING)
(RATTLING)
(MUFFLED BREATHING)
(HE DROPS FIREWOOD)
(DOOR HINGES SCREECH)
(WHISPERS)
- (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS) - Shh, shh.
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(THUDDING AND RATTLING)
(CLICKS RIFLE)
(THUDDING ABOVE)
(RATTLING)
How many are there?
Six.
We have two shells and one bullet.
Enough for us.
(RATTLING AND BANGING)
(BOLT SCRAPING)
(CLATTERING)
(DOOR HINGES CREAK)
(WIND HOWLING OUTSIDE)
(SLURPING WATERY MOUTHFULS)
(BIRDSONG)
(WIND HOWLING OUTSIDE)
(SOFT CHATTERING)
(BIRD CAWS)
(SHE BREATHES NERVOUSLY)
(TRAP SQUEAKS)
(CAWING)
Why are you wasting berries?
Some meat...
With the protein, we might make it.
The only thing I've caught in there walked on two legs.
(TRAP CLICKS)
(SHE GASPS SOFTLY)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RAIN PATTERING ON ROOF)
There's food enough for two.
You could shave him tomorrow.
Not like that.
You have to do it.
For both of us.
I could cook a meal.
A meal?
With mushrooms.
That would take a few days.
We could go away for a while.
(SPOON SCRAPING IN BOWL)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(UNLOCKS DOOR QUIETLY)
We're leaving.
I'm not.
(SHE EXHALES)
(SHE VOMITS)
(SHE COUGHS)
(COUGHING AND VOMITING)
It's too late.
You know it's too late.
Did you poison us?
No.
Just me.
(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)
(RUSTLING)
(TIMBERS CREAKING IN WIND)
Don't.
Don't waste the shell.
Have you got your knife?
I need you to do it.
When I've finished this.
(SHE EXHALES)
(CLICK)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Me and my brother used to raid camps...
..stealing supplies.
We'd get in...
and get out before anybody knew we were there.
One time...
..my brother saw this girl.
He should have left her.
But he couldn't control himself.
She screamed.
We managed to get outside.
- They chased us. - (YOUNG SURVIVALIST SCREAMS)
- They were gonna get the both of us. - Help me!
(GRUNTS)
I did what I had to do.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(WIND WHISTLING OUTSIDE)
(BIRDSONG)
(SNIFFS)
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(PLODDING FOOTSTEPS)
(RATTLING)
We need to get the seeds before they find them.
(THUDDING AND CLATTERING FROM INSIDE)
(THUDDING CONTINUES)
(DOOR RATTLING)
(SNIFFS)
(PICTURE FRAME CLATTERS)
(MUFFLED RATTLING)
Augustus.
My brother's name was Augustus.
Run.
(HE BREATHES INTO THE HARMONICA)
(PLAYS ANOTHER NOTE)
(HARMONICA PLAYS NEARBY)
(BREATHES NOTE)
(HARMONICA PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)
(HARMONICA PLAYS NEARBY)
(PLAYING CONTINUES)
(HE SCREAMS)
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
(THUD)
(SHALLOW BREATHING)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(PLAYS NOTE ON HARMONICA)
(A SUSTAINED AND EERIE NOTE)
(SUSTAINED NOTE)
(SHE GASPS SOFTLY)
(BIRDSONG)
(TWIG SNAPS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(WEAPONS CLICK)
What happens now?
WOMAN: They'll be taking a vote.
It shouldn't be long.
(BABY CRYING IN DISTANCE)
(CRYING)
When are you due?
Six months...
I think.
Do you know what you'll call it?
If it's a boy.