Survivors (1975) s01e09 Episode Script

Well done, boy.
Well done.
A marvel, that's what you are.
A marvel.
I wouldn't mind being half witted if I could shoot like you.
-Tea? -Carrot tea.
Mrs Cohen's recipe.
You shred the carrots and then you bake them.
-Ugh! -Well, it's better than nothing.
I can't get used to not having a newspaper at breakfast.
Well, that's gone for good, I'm afraid.
I wish you'd stay.
One of us must eat with the others, Mr Russell.
I can't see why, I'm afraid.
But we can't just leave all that stuff at the quarry.
Of course not.
But first things first.
If we get a big enough patch dug, we can get all the spinach sown this week.
You are keeping half of that for lettuce, aren't you? Yeah.
Oh, one thing we're not gonna go short of is iron.
Onions.
That's what we need.
-With an onion even paper is tasty.
-JOHN: Paper? Yes, paper.
Come on, you two.
Lessons.
-LIZZIE: Reading? -Reading and sums.
JOHN: Oh! Sums.
John, come back.
Finish your milk.
Why do I have to nag you all the time? Oh, Emma.
Don't pretend you don't enjoy it.
Nagging I can do without.
There's more than enough to do as it is.
-Sums.
-What? Oh, it's nothing.
What have they got to count? Chickens? -Where's Wendy? -She's in the kitchen.
What's she doing there? She didn't have her breakfast.
-She said she'd had hers.
-She said! Hmm! Sums I can do.
I can count eggs.
-She's gone without again.
-She mustn't do that.
Nag, nag, nag.
What more can I do? The girl's just skin and bones as it is.
You can talk.
In future she eats all her meals in here with us.
Then you tell her.
But what about that stuff at the quarry? Charmian and I could go.
We can both drive.
I've got digging as priority.
We need all the men we've got.
Well, that's why I'm suggesting that Charmian and I go.
-You're not going alone.
-That's telling you, girl.
Meaning a man's got to go with us? Good Lord! That sort of attitude's a bit out of date.
Look, you're not going and that's that.
Now, the stuff at the quarry's safe enough, it can wait and the digging can't.
We've got to beat the rain.
Quick! The pigs, they've got out! They're in the cabbages! (SPEAKING IN CZECH) GREG: Go on, then.
ABBY: Come on.
No, no, not this pig ABBY: Go on.
Go on.
(ALL CHATTERING) Go on, girls.
Go on.
GREG: Go on.
Now, get it.
PAUL: Go on.
Go on.
-Get out of the way.
-Go on.
-JOHN: Oi! You.
-Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
That's it.
Come on.
Come on.
Push them this way.
Where the hell's Tom Price? Oh, come on, Greg.
The boy I'm telling you.
That's the whole of a crop gone.
All our spring cabbage.
And even the ones they haven't uprooted they've half chewed.
Yes.
But there are plenty there that are all right.
So how do we keep them? Pickle them.
I'm very fond of pickled cabbage.
And where are we gonna get that much vinegar? You're gonna volunteer to go into the town and get some? We could make sauerkraut.
You need only salt for that.
What a good idea, Emma.
Every child knows that.
Good.
There you are.
See.
Look, you had the job of penning those pigs.
-Well, it's not my fault.
-Well, you botched it! Well, he did it.
What do you mean he did it? I told you to do it.
-Well, I told him.
-Well, you go no damn right to.
Why not? I can't do everything, you know.
-I told you to pen those pigs.
-And I told him.
It's chain of command.
Delegating responsibility.
Yeah, well, passing the buck, you mean.
Well, it's the same difference.
I mean, he sits in his backside all day.
May I say something? Price here asked my help.
I did my best.
Although it's not exactly the sort of work I'm most used to.
However, I think you'll find the real fault lies in the fact that the stakes were too flimsy.
Hey! Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
There was nothing wrong with those stakes.
I said so at the time and I say so still.
The pig is a heavy and persistent animal.
Listen to him talking.
He's too good for this world, he is.
He won't demean himself by eating with us.
He doesn't want to mix with the common herd.
It so happens that the thing I value most in life is my privacy.
Yes.
And I know why, don't I, boy? I know that, all right.
Don't I? What? He doesn't want to share with us.
-I'm not going to argue with you.
-Now, hang on a minute.
What are you talking about, Tom? -Never mind.
He knows.
-No.
Stop this innuendo.
If you've got something to say, say it.
What are you talking about? All right then.
Food holding.
That's what I'm talking about.
Are you saying that Russell's hoarding food? Oh, no, boy.
You're not catching me like that.
I'm not saying nothing.
Just ask him what he keeps in that briefcase of his.
-Oh, what rubbish.
-No.
All right.
What about it, Arthur? My dear, Abby, if you're going to tittle tattle from this GREG: Now, would you just go and get your case, please? That briefcase contains business papers of a highly confidential nature.
(SCOFFING) Confidential! -Price, go and get the case.
-No.
I'll get it myself.
ABBY: (SIGHING) It's not just Arthur.
-Oh, he's useless.
-Agreed, but Charmian isn't.
The whole atmosphere of the place is going down.
There's a constant bickering.
There's just no cohesion.
It's pretty difficult to get any sort of cohesion in an ill-assorted bunch like that.
Well, we have to or go under.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING) -Where's Vic? -He's with the kids.
Oh, he's with the children.
(SHUSHING) Yes.
Well, I've asked you all here this morning because I got a few things I want to say to you all.
Now then.
To begin with, in future all members of the community, without exception, will take their meals here, in the dining room.
Secondly, anyone found hoarding food or any other commodity will be asked to leave.
-Asked.
-Told.
ABBY: Is that understood? -Umm May I ask a question? -Yes, of course, Emma.
Is this a democracy? Here, I mean? I don't know.
I hadn't really thought about it.
You see, it's all very well for you making all the rules, but I think the rest of us has some say in it too.
Yes.
Of course.
Well, does anyone disagree with the rules that I've suggested? Fine.
Now, then, does anyone know what today is? CHARMIAN: Thursday? (ALL LAUGHING) It's May the 1st and I think we ought to celebrate.
I think we ought to have a party.
What does everyone say to roast mutton? No, no, no.
It would be too wasteful.
You see, if we kill a pig, I can salt the rest.
BARNEY: Me.
-Barney, did you say something? -Me! I can kill a pig.
Yes, but what about all the rest? The butchering, the dressing, or whatever you call it? Well, you've got the book.
You've got to learn sometime.
-All right? -(LAUGHING) All right.
ABBY: Arthur, can I leave you in charge of the drinks? I've got a bottle of brandy.
The last.
I didn't mean that.
Thanks to Vic Thatcher we've quite a cellar.
Hey, but you always said drinks were for emergencies.
Well, I think this is I think that we deserve a party.
Would you like to give Mr Russell a hand? -Can a duck swim? -But watch it.
Everything in that cellar has to be accounted for.
(HUMMING) I think if you put a bit more oil in it, it will be much better.
But easy on the pepper, please.
That's one thing we shall never be able to grow here.
Wendy, dear.
Would you go and get as many dandelion leaves as you can for the salad? But nothing very big.
Nothing over three inches.
-Get the children to help you.
-All right, Mrs Cohen.
(INHALING) Mmm.
(EMMA GIGGLING) (HUMMING) This is the life, Pricey boy.
# Potatoes, potatoes # Potatoes, potatoes # Potatoes # (ALL SINGING) # I want to go and play with the boy next door # With my friend Jeremy # I want to go and play with the boy next door # He's spoke fair of me and he is only four # I want to go and play with the boy next door # Well, I agree, it's only a question of morale.
But then morale is only a question of leadership.
-To some extent.
-Absolutely.
But it's also a question of involvement.
People need to feel they're working for something.
Towards some objective.
Mere survival just isn't enough.
My dear girl, you tell them what the objective is and let them get on with it.
In the meantime, my objective is to ask you to dance.
May I? Wendy, I'm so sorry, but it's high time the children were in bed.
All right.
-Did they have enough to eat? -Tons.
Tons.
I'm thirsty.
You thirsty? Now go and have a drink.
But, Barney, be careful.
Not too much.
-I'm thirsty.
-Oh, that's the ticket, boy.
There we are.
Get outside this.
It's a chaser, they call it, see.
(COUGHING) It's an acquired taste.
But once you've acquired it, you'll be all right.
It burns.
No, no.
It warms you.
Can you feel it down there? -Warms.
-That's right.
Now have another one.
And then the beer cools it.
See? I know he's selfish.
I know he's difficult at times, but he's been spoiled by power.
He'll have to get un-spoiled, won't he? CHARMIAN: Well, he'll learn.
You'll see.
Barney, what are you drinking? Show me.
Oh! Really! You ought to know better.
It's harmless.
It's a celebration, innit? Where's Wendy? Wendy went upstairs.
She's putting the children to bed.
-She will be back soon.
-Dance.
-She won't be long.
-Dance, Mrs.
You.
Me? Oh, no, too old for this.
Oh, no, no.
(EMMA LAUGHING) -How do you do? -Hello.
-Can I have a dance? -No, thank you.
Come on.
What do you say.
I had medals for dancing.
You'll see.
-Yes, I'm sure.
I'm sure.
-Come on.
I'd rather just look and listen.
Thank you.
All right then.
To hell with you.
(GREG VOCALISING) Barney, Wendy.
Wonderful.
(EMMA LAUGHING) (SINGING STOPS) (ALL APPLAUDING) Ah! No, please don't.
I'm a bit tired.
-I'd like to sit down.
-Sit down.
(SINGING STARTS) (SINGING STOPS) (ALL APPLAUDING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) You all right, Wendy? Yeah.
Fine.
I'm just a bit tired.
-Think I'll go to bed.
-Hmm? -It's the drink, I'm not used to it.
-Which one of us is? -You know, you don't eat enough.
-Oh, don't you start.
Yeah, I think I'll go up.
Good night.
Good night.
Think you'll sleep with all this going on? Yeah.
It's nice.
It's company.
-It's cheerful.
-Well, good night.
-Good night, Mrs Cohen.
-Good night, Wendy.
Sleep well.
-Good night, all.
-ALL: Good night.
(DOOR OPENING) -Wendy, are you going up there? -Yeah.
-Nice night, wasn't it? -Yeah.
Smashing.
You want some company? No thanks.
I'm tired and I'm going to bed.
Look.
You're not frightened up there on your own? No! Well, now, I tell you.
I'd be frightened up there if I was you.
-Well, you're not me.
-Yeah.
Oh, please don't do that! -Wait there.
Hey you! -Leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
You'll feel cold up here after than nice warm dance.
Go away.
Oh, come on, now.
Don't be such a spoilsport.
Will you go away! Oh! Fancy one of the others, do you? (WENDY RUNNING) None of us can be choosy, can we? Wendy, come back here! Wendy! (EMMA SINGING IN SLOVAKIAN) -Are you tired? -Mmm.
A bit.
-It's the drink.
I'm not used to it.
-Who is? -Do you want to go to bed? -No, not yet.
Not just yet.
-It's funny all this.
-What? I was just wondering how far back we can go.
-How do you mean? -How primitive we can become.
-Primitive? -Well, reverting.
I mean, like this shindig tonight.
This do.
It's a pagan rite.
-(LAUGHING) Is it? -Of course, it is.
First of May, dancing around the maypole, fertility symbols, rebirth of spring.
Nymphs and shepherds.
(CHUCKLES) Nymphs and satyrs.
I've never been at all sure what a satyr is.
-Is it part man part horse? -No, no.
Goat.
Oh.
But they used to sacrifice things, didn't they? Yeah, so did we.
Kill the pig.
No, I didn't mean that.
I thought.
Well -People.
-Yeah.
You're right.
You know, there are still some country people who Well I suppose there are still some country people who believe that blood, human blood, fertilizes the soil.
Blood of a virgin.
(BOTH CHUCKLING) (HUMMING) (GIRL SCREAMING) LIZZIE: Quick! Quick! Quick! Come quick! -JOHN: It's Wendy! -Something happened to her.
LIZZIE: Quick.
Quick! JOHN: It's Wendy! Something's happened to her.
Jenny, look after the children, will you? TOM: What's happening? What's the matter? Wendy's dead.
Looks like murder.
-TOM: Murder? -She didn't stab herself.
Now, is everyone here? Jenny.
-She's with the children.
-Barney.
-He's with the sheep.
-CHARMIAN: No.
-Well, where is he? -I saw him very early on.
He was going towards the woods with his bow and arrow.
-What with? -GREG: What? Could she have been killed with an arrow? I suppose so.
There's nothing there.
Barney? Well, it's one of us, isn't it? Oh, no, man, it couldn't have been Barney.
PAUL: Then who else? You? Me? He was pestering her a lot last night.
EMMA: That doesn't prove anything.
I know it doesn't prove anything.
I still think we ought to talk to him.
Better beat the woods for him.
I'll get my gun.
-ABBY: No.
-Well, damn it.
He is armed.
No guns.
Just bring him back.
GREG: Come on.
Hey, Barney! Get out, boy.
Quick.
Just run.
Don't come back.
Get away, quick! They think you killed Wendy.
They're after you.
No.
Get as far as you possibly can.
Please, please, just run.
Run, Barney, run! There he is.
Barney.
Barney! (SOFTLY) Run, Barney.
Run, boy.
-Where is he? -Paul's bringing him.
-He had this with him.
-Oh, God.
Oh, Barney didn't do it, man.
There's no harm in Barney.
GREG: Why did he run away then? -He was pestering Wendy last night.
-I wouldn't call it that.
The point is, what we going to do about it.
I don't know.
Try him, I suppose.
Try him? Try Barney? Wouldn't "unfit to plead" be the legal phrase? Well, fit or unfit, what do we do with him? I mean, if we believe that he did it, what do we do with him? We haven't heard what he's got to say yet.
Sit down, Barney.
Barney, why did you say I didn't do it, when Greg and Mr Russell caught you this morning? Well, I didn't.
Didn't what? Do that to Wendy.
Barney, how did you know Wendy was dead? Did Barney really do that to Wendy? I don't know.
Barney wouldn't hurt anyone.
Come on, get on with your sums.
-Maybe he didn't know what he was doing.
-He is a bit funny, isn't he? Come on.
Otherwise, no stories.
And this.
Is this yours, Barney? It's got blood on it.
Clean it.
By it, what do you mean? -It's got blood on it.
-Clean it.
-What does he mean? -I think he means he wants to clean it.
-GREG: Or should have cleaned it.
-Or almost anything.
-Look, this is ridiculous.
-ABBY: Please, we must do our best.
Now, Barney, this arrow which belongs to you has got blood on it.
Can you tell us how the blood got there? Rabbit! -Can we disprove that? -No, and we can't prove it either.
-Is there no way? -Yeah, if we had a forensic laboratory.
Rabbit blood must be different to the other one.
It stands to reason.
It's different all right, but it looks exactly the same to me.
What are they doing to him? -They're just asking him questions.
-What questions? I don't know.
Barney, do you remember last night? The party? We had a party last night.
Yeah.
You were with Wendy.
You were dancing with Wendy.
Yeah! Dance! ABBY: Barney, did you go to Wendy's room afterwards? After the party? Barney, what did you do when the party was over? I was bad.
Bad? Sick.
After you were sick, what did you do? Sleeped.
(SIGHS) Does anyone else want to ask him anything? ARTHUR: There's one question we haven't asked.
Did you kill Wendy? No.
What are they going to do with him? Never you mind.
You get on with what you are doing.
Vic, you're wanted in here.
-Can we come, too? -Come and see Barney? -No.
-You get on with your poems.
-What have you done with him? -PAUL: Nothing.
He's in his room.
-Why can't we go and see him? -Because you ought to stay here.
What do you think, Abby? ABBY: I don't know.
You know, I'll tell you, we don't know any more now than what we did when we started.
Anybody it could have been.
It could have been anybody.
Well, I'm sorry, but it seems obvious to me that he did it.
Look, in the first place, he was chasing Wendy all over the shop last night.
-No! -No, he was enjoying himself.
-That's all.
Wendy didn't seem to mind.
-All right, all right.
Well, let's just say that he was attentive.
In the second place, when he saw us this morning, he ran away as fast as he could.
And thirdly, when we caught up with him, he said, "I didn't kill her.
" No, he didn't.
He said, "I didn't do it.
" Look, Jenny, I was there.
I know perfectly well what he said.
He said, "I didn't kill her.
" Paul? When I said, "Who?", he said, "Wendy.
" How the hell did he know who or what I was talking about unless he had killed her.
In the fourth place, he's got a weapon and it could be the weapon and it's got blood on it.
Now, I know all that's circumstantial, but I think it's enough.
I don't believe it.
I don't believe the boy did it! -My instinct tells me.
-Yeah, well, what more would you like? A lot.
Now you say he ran away when he saw you this morning.
Well, is it surprising in someone of his mentality, when he sees four hulky great men running towards him? And then he said, "I didn't do it," or "I didn't kill her," or something like that.
Again, isn't it exactly what someone of his mentality would say when they were caught.
I mean, he must have known they were not just calling him in to breakfast.
(GASPS) And your point about the arrow.
Well, if you could prove to me that it is human blood, then -CHARMIAN: I believed him.
-Yeah, but you believed what? When Arthur asked him outright, did he kill Wendy, and he said no, I think he was telling the truth.
-Yes.
-But you see, I think he just doesn't remember.
Or didn't know what he was doing.
Then he is not guilty.
Yes, he is guilty but with diminished responsibility.
Question is, what do we do anyway if we do find him guilty? Now, I've been thinking about this.
Surely we shouldn't consider that until we've decided whether he's guilty or not.
PAUL: Why not? Because if we do decide, it might sway our verdict.
I think Arthur's right.
We shouldn't decide what to do about it until we've reached a verdict.
It's down here.
It's this one.
It's locked.
Barney, are you there? Barney, can we come in? BARNEY: Lizzie.
Look.
The key.
I think we've talked enough.
How can you talk enough with this at stake? No, no, no.
Abby's right.
Look, all we're doing is just going over the same ground again and again.
What do we do now then? We vote.
Guilty or not guilty.
(SIGHS) Greg? Guilty.
Arthur? Guilty.
-Emma? -Not guilty.
-Jenny? -Not guilty.
-Charmian? -Guilty.
-Tom? -Not guilty.
-Paul? -Guilty.
ABBY: Vic? It's got to be guilty.
That's five guilty and three not guilty.
GREG: No, it isn't.
You haven't voted.
Guilty.
And now what? ABBY: You mean, what do we do with him? Banish him from the community.
-PAUL: Just turn him loose? -Yes.
What if he comes back? We gotta think of the kids.
He won't come back.
-PAUL: How can anyone be sure? -Not if we take him far enough away.
That's not right! That's not human! He can't look after himself.
He will die! -How did he get by until now? -How many people has he killed? -Oh, that's ridiculous! -Well, is it? Well, are you prepared to take the risk of Lizzie and John? -Well, are you? -No, of course not.
-But couldn't we just -Well, go on.
Couldn't we just what? Well, we could watch them.
We could keep them apart.
Yeah, for 24 hours a day.
And who's gonna do it? I don't know.
Seems to me that we have no choice.
ABBY: What? Capital punishment.
Punishment for what, for God's sake? The man's a mental defective.
Exactly.
So, we should send him to a hospital, where he'd be looked after for his own and everyone else's good.
Well, the only question is, which hospital? You can't kill him.
You can't kill Barney.
Well, do you think I want to? I'd just like one of you to suggest a viable alternative.
Well, come on! Come on, what are we going to do with him? Lock him up? Just lock him up and let him rot? No.
No, not that.
GREG: All right, then what? But you can't kill him.
You can't do that! No, we take him somewhere and let him Die slowly or kill someone else or both.
The easy way out, hmm? We don't see him die and we don't see him kill anyone.
Out of sight and out of mind.
-You all make me sick.
-ABBY: Greg.
GREG: Come on, we gotta face facts! Look, society's got a bit compressed lately, or had none of you noticed? We can't pass the buck any more.
We can't offload this on the police, law courts, government hospitals, or anyone else.
We've got to think and feel and act for ourselves.
Greg's right.
It's a desperate situation, but we've got to face up to it.
We've got to decide and there can be no shirking.
Arthur's right, too.
There's no question of punishment.
But could we forgive ourselves if we did nothing and something happened to John and Lizzie? We've got to protect ourselves.
That's what we've got to think about.
Look, you have no right to tell us what to think.
-I know that, Emma.
-We can't kill him! And we can't lock him up either.
It's not only inhuman, it's not possible.
If we're going to get through next winter, -we need every hand that we've got.
-You are telling us what to think! ABBY: No, I'm not.
I'm telling you what to think about.
Now, look, we've got a sick animal, we either put it down or we abandon it.
Now, that's what you think about.
That's what we all think about hard.
(SIGHS) Listen, I suggest we stop this and we have lunch.
Who wants lunch? The children want lunch, Emma.
They had no breakfast.
(LIZZIE HUMMING) (CHUCKLING) Barney, do you know anything about dinosaurs? -Of course he doesn't, silly.
-It's not silly.
I know a lot about them and he's bigger than I am.
Breakfast? JOHN: The biggest was the Tyrannosaurus rex.
And he was carnivorous.
Do you know what that means? I think he wants some breakfast.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) -Out! -I think Barney's hungry.
-He hasn't had any breakfast.
-Out! I'm hungry.
Yeah.
Well, it's lunch time.
I'll bring you something.
(STAMMERING) When I go to the sheep? When you've had your lunch.
(LOCK CLICKING) (HUMMING) Can I have some more, please? Why is everybody so grumpy? Eat your lunch, please.
GREG: Now, can we get it over with, please? Where are they? They're playing in the courtyard.
They're all right.
Yes.
Well, we'll vote for one thing or the other.
There's no alternative.
-Greg? -Death.
-We have no choice.
-ABBY: No comments, please.
ABBY: Tom? I can't.
-Come on! -All right, banishment then.
ABBY: Arthur? Death.
-Charmian? -Banishment.
-Paul? -PAUL: We have to Just your vote.
Death.
-ABBY: Emma? -Banish! -ABBY: Jenny? -Me, too.
-ABBY: Banishment? -Yes.
Vic? Death.
Four and four.
GREG: Which leaves you with the casting vote.
(CRYING) In the morning, Jenny can take the children fishing.
If we're gonna do it, we do it now.
All right.
Right.
Who's going first? I'll go first.
There's no need for you to take one, Price.
(GASPING) (ARTHUR GRUNTING) (ARTHUR GROANING) -LIZZIE: Oh! -Catch it.
No.
Not what I was intending.
(BOTH LAUGHING) LIZZIE: Come on! (GUN FIRES) (WHIMPERS) (SOBBING) -ABBY: Greg? -Not now.
Greg.
(TOM CRYING) -It still comes back to me.
-Greg, we're all just as responsible.
Yeah, well, we didn't all pull the trigger.
You were carrying out a collective decision.
Look, if I'd voted the other way, then (EXHALES) I still think others should be told about Price.
-I don't see what good that's gonna do.
-That's not the point.
It's the whole point.
We're fighting for survival not principles.
They have a right to know.
Abby, you're the figurehead here.
Whether you like it or not, people are always going to look up to you for a lead.
But I'm the manager.
I run things.
And I'm warning you that if you insist on telling them, then I'm gonna challenge you.
And if that happens, then what we've got here is just gonna fall apart.
I don't think I can bear to have him near me.
Well, do you think I can? I'd have killed him if you hadn't stopped me.
And if you insist on telling the others, there's gonna be none of this business of drawing straws.
He'll be lynched.
The unpleasant truth is that we need Price.
We were overworked before even when we had Wendy and Barney.
Without Price, well, there's no future here.
So, what happens the next time he gets drunk.
He'll never drink again.
All he's gonna do is work.
Just keep him away from me.
(SOBBING) I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
Please forgive me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.