All language subtitles for Dominion Creek s01e01_English

DRAMATIC MUSIC

TITLE MUSIC

So I gave that bollocks a

yes sir, no sir.

Let him think he got the better

of me, you know.

And later on that night, I rode

his youngest daughter in his own

barn.

(SOUND OF LAUGHTER)

Keep going, Séamus.

Fill that cart there till we

get out of here.

You'd think the silver was your

own, the

way you're working, Tom.

I'm telling you, California,

that's where we should be.

There are lads out there

making more picking oranges from

trees.

Really?

DREARY MUSIC

(SOUND OF MINERS WORKING)

Look, Dad is improving.

Maybe in a few months when

we have a few dollars in our

pockets,...

..maybe then we can talk

about going to California.

The air is meant to be fresh

down there.

Sure that would be the best

thing for Dad.

I heard you Irish were silver

tongued.

But this beats all.

(DRAMATIC SOUND EFFECTS)

Hang on, boy! Get back!

Good boy.

You have your mother's talents.

Hands for pick and shovels the

rest

of us got.

There's nothing here.

Says that.

What's going on lads?

What is this about?

Your brothers invented a new way

to extract silver from the mine.

You, up and out!

Leave him be, you have us.

There's nothing here.

He's a sick man, please.

You fecking idiot!

Lads! Don't turn on each other!

Continue the search.

Look after Dad.

Keep it in English!

Come on out.

Come on.

(SOUND OF WHEEZING)

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Connollys! You got bail.

You can spend the rest

of your sentence from that rat

nest you call home.

Shut your gob and open that

gate!

Let the puck goats out of there!

(SOUND OF LAUGHTER)

Here you are now. Have

another drop of this Cóilí.

-It'll put hair on your chest,

I'm telling you.

-No thanks.

How could I leave ladeens from

Ros Muc behind bars in prison?

And it's back to Ros Muc

that I'm going myself now.

I have the old place bought at

home.

Indeed, I'd go back with you,

but I won't be parted from the

boys again.

Well why don't all of us go home

together?

We'll do good enough out here

yet, Pádraig. My pickaxe along

with your prayers.

The old place bought, back

at home and a little bit extra.

(SOUND OF LAUGHTER)

Wait till you see now.

This here is the Yukon

Territory, and eh, that's the

Klondike River...

..and that right there is where

my claim is

on Last Chance Creek.

There's a little town there

they call Dominion. A miserable

little town, Dominion.

Have a look at that now.

Well when myself and your old

fella there,

when we came out here first,...

..do you remember it Cóilí,

we made a promise to each other

that,...

..if one of us did well we'd

both do well.

Now the claim that I have, she's

been well worked. But there is

money in her still.

And now, here is the deed

and it's been put in your four

names.

(SOUND OF LAUGHTER)

Here, read that.

Is it cold up there?

It is, you'll get rain there

and all kinds of weather.

Listen Séamus, when this story

goes out,

about the gold up north...

..there'll be plunder.

Now it'd be a good thing to

be there

before them, be ahead of them,

you know.

Bear, what is this?

Oh, that was a prospector, a

friend of mine...

..he had an old Indian

working along with him.

He died of something or other.

But before he went to

the Indians' heaven...

..he left that map to my friend.

He said that there was a load

of gold to be got there.

-A kind of treasure map.

-Exactly, a treasure map. Good

on you.

Here, show it to me.

What do you think of that?

Look at that!

(SOUND OF A STEAM ENGINE)

Where is he? Where's Séamus?

He's after going

with the Bear's deed.

You and your brother have to go

after him.

No, we can't leave you here.

I'm the one who's leaving,...

..I'm going back to Ireland

with Bear.

Here.

You're letting Séamus' stupidity

throw us all to the four winds.

Séamus won't last the year

alone.

So go and get him and when

you do, stay together.

And don't be parted again.

Now promise me?

We promise.

SONG - WAYFARING STRANGER

(SOUND OF A STEAM ENGINE)

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

Does this boat go to Dominion

Creek?

It goes all the way to Dawson

City son.

25 dollars gets you on

board. You hop off wherever

suits you.

-Boat leaves at noon.

-Thanks.

Good day.

Well, well. Looks as if

some unfortunate soul has

mislaid their poke.

Fellow pilgrims. There must

be over 600 dollars here!

That's 200 dollars a piece.

-Fortune's wheel has spun

our way.

-Hold your horses.

That's someone's hard earned.

We should at least ask around.

It's the Christian thing.

It is of course.

We'll only share it if the owner

can't be found.

That's fine.

How can we trust you just

won't take the gold and run?

Yeah, come back say you found

the owner gave him the gold...

..and the poke still cosy

in your pocket.

I do despair of this world.

Fine. I'll leave the gold here

with you, my newly met

and trusted friends.

But how can I trust you pair

will be here when I get back?

I will give you 100 dollars

as a sign of good faith.

How does that sound?

Sounds like halfway to a surety.

Think you can put up the other

hundred?

Close enough, young man.

Now him, I do trust.

All aboard for Dawson City.

How long did he say? What did

you think of him?

Look, even if he ran.

We've got the gold.

It's good for 300 each.

Still, he has our cash, I'm

going to look for him.

I'm not going to let you out

of my sight with that.

Of course not.

You still need to be here

in case he does come back.

I'll see you in ten minutes.

Last chance to Dawson City.

Will you take gold?

That's the only currency

that matters here son.

(SOUND OF LAUGHTER)

Yeah I saw you conversing

with Soapy Smith.

TITLE MUSIC

Please tell me this is Dominion

Creek lads?

(SOUND OF CHEERING)

(SOUND OF BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

Please sir. Please sir!

What the hell?

Paddy, welcome to Dominion.

Look there. That's J.J. Hopkins,

one of the Klondike Kings...

..and owner of the best saloon

in town.

And he sure knows how to promote

it.

Petey McDonagh.

Welcome to the City of Gold!

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

SALOON MUSIC

27 Red. Fortune's wheel has spun

your way sir.

Here we go.

Roll up. Roll up.

Come to my garden and taste

the fruits and the spices of

love.

Will Lady Fortuna caress

you tonight?

Why am I not killing you?

Tell me, quick!

Croupier being manhandled.

Gentlemen, the game is void.

You got a problem?

Soapy, what does this fool want?

It's alright captain.

He's an acquaintanceship.

We've just had an entirely

understandable misunderstanding.

You misunderstand the house

rules too?

You and that friend of yours

vanished with the gold.

You didn't give him the bag

of stones?

Oh he cooked us nicely didn't

he?

To be fair, I secured my share

in cash.

Fortuna's wheel tends to spin me

alright.

I'll tell you what. How about a

hundred bucks for the table?

Roll up gentlemen,

the wheel never stops.

Place your bets.

(SOUND OF PIANO PLAYING)

Where she stops, nobody knows.

(SOUND OF CHEERING)

10 black. Your luck is in.

Lady Fortuna is in love with you

sir.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

The wheel never stops.

Again sir.

Here, here, let's head to

Belinda's. A few girls.

Pick it up there, pick it up!

It appears darling that the

house does not always win.

And Estella, I'd believe that

gave you pleasure.

If I didn't know the truth

of your undying love.

And do you have a claim up here,

Petey?

Indeed I don't.

There are other ways to get

gold.

Belinda, ring the bell

and put out the drinks.

You're all very welcome.

(SOUND OF A BELL RINGING)

TRADITIONAL IRISH MUSIC

Alright, you won't forget the

night Séamus Connolly came to

Dominion.

(CHEERS AND A ROUND OF APPLAUSE)

Quiet now, and maybe we'll have

a song

from Kate Mulryan.

Go on there, Kate.

My heart beats faintly

And my efforts are weakened

A grief too deep for words

Fills my breast

For I am to be banished

From the fair hills of Erin

Aimless my life then

And tragic my fate

(SOUND OF CONSTRUCTION WORKS)

Good morning Mr. Connolly.

I didn't charge you the room

rate,...

..but it costs ten dollars

to stay overnight.

Ten dollars? That's a lot isn't

it?

It's scandalous.

Welcome to Dominion Creek, my

boy.

I'll take those firearms.

You can collect them when you

leave Dominion.

No man has ever parted me

from my irons.

It's the law Mr. Galvin.

Captain.

It's Captain Galvin.

You know that.

Seems to me, you just make these

laws up as you go along.

Superintendent Steele.

You can give me the guns

or I can take them.

That's the sum of your choices.

You be mindful of my babies now,

don't forget to bring them back.

Yeah, I feel like a load off.

(SOUND OF HORSES NEIGHING)

Ten dollars for a shovel.

Ten dollars for a pick.

Your singing was just powerful

last night.

Kate Mulryan's your name?

Where are you from again?

Baile Bhuirne in Co. Cork.

I'm Séamus Connolly from Ros

Muc, Conamara.

You told anyone who'd listen

last night who you were.

And you're not bad dancing a

jig.

But a jig won't buy you

a meal in Dominion.

And I didn't come thousands

of miles to talk nonsense with a

playboy.

So goodbye now.

Nonsense is it? Hey, come here.

I have a claim, so I have.

Up in Last Chance Creek.

Your own claim?

Well I'd never have thought it!

Do you see those two idiots

there? Between them they have

two claims.

One in Bonanza Creek

and another up in Adam's Gulch.

Every fool here in Dominion has

a claim.

But as you told us all last

night, you have a big mysterious

map...

..that will help you find a

a bonanza of gold.

I didn't people that, did I?

Be careful who you trust in

Dominion Mr. Connolly.

(PIANO MUSIC)

Round and round she goes,

where she stops, nobody knows.

Bad luck sir.

I feel your pain.

Place your bets gentlemen,

place your bets.

This other brother, a big

drinker and brawler, is he?

Séamus goes in for any kind of

foolishness you can think of.

You Connollys have your own

business to do here...

..and I've got my own business

here as well.

It's an irregular request.

But I am a sporting man.

200 dollars.

This claim is worth ten times

that.

Elsewhere.

In the morning it may be worth

any amount.

But tonight and here it's worth

two hundred. Excuse me.

Ladies and what we shall

call gentlemen.

Please show your appreciation

for the nightingale of the

Emerald Isle. Miss Kate Mulryan!

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

SONG - A RISQUÉ MUSIC HALL SONG

There's this too.

A treasure map.

A treasure map?

(SOUND OF LAUGHTER)

Look.

The claim and the treasure map,

three hundred and not a red cent

less.

Soapy put three hundred dollars

in the way of this gentleman.

Right away, sir.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

Place your bets.

Oh bad luck, sir.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

I hate to see a man leaving this

establishment penniless.

Sweep the saloon, deliver the

gold dust to Irish Pat over

there

and he will give you fifty

dollars.

What do you say?

Where's the broom?

I'm sorry, lads. But if he's

about, you should find him

without difficulty.

Do you see, the men don't have

a lot of pastimes around here.

I don't like to see a family

separated from one another.

We'll find him, Father,

I'll swear to that.

-Thank you, Father.

-Goodbye.

Goodbye.

An Irish priest? Oh wow, the

angels are watching down over

us.

I'd take a Protestant from

Pennsylvania...

..if he had news for us of

Séamus.

The boy wouldn't explain it.

It's an intriguing enigma

don't you think?

I think a mad man clawing

uselessly for gold in the

dirt,...

..scrawled some hokum and

managed to pass it as a thing of

value.

To another mad man.

And in turn to you. I see no

enigma.

Bear Brennan was uncouth

but he was no madman.

There's something to this.

I can feel it.

Colonel Hopkins will be

satisfied to learn that his son

is kept entertained...

..by Irish wild goose chasers

and their treasure maps.

Sweetheart.

My appetite for your mockery has

its limit.

SALOON MUSIC

Tom!

Pádraig!

You're both here!

Yes we are, and now Dad has gone

home to Ireland because of your

thievery.

Well I was going to send a

letter to you.

To Dad.

As soon as I got the claim

working.

Is that Bear Brennan's claim, is

it?

Inside in that pan there?

The deed is happily available to

you. For two thousand U.S.

dollars.

Thank you for your time,

Mr. Hopkins.

Good luck with this saloon

and everything else you're

cooking up here.

Mr. Connolly.

I'd offer a cash reward

for an explanation of this

enigmatic terrain.

It has me utterly vexed.

Glad to hear it.

You did well.

A full five ounces,

at fifteen dollars an ounce

that's seventy five dollars.

You're the best little sweeper

we've had so far.

Just give me the seventy five.

Gold or cash. Not chips.

You'll take the fifty dollars

that Mr. Hopkins promised you.

Give me the money,

you filthy thief.

Croupier! Cease play.

Secure the gold.

Barkeep, do likewise! Post

haste.

Fuck! He hit me with a fucking

chair.

What kind of a shitheel comes

at a man from behind with a

chair?

(SOUND OF SCREAMING)

Go on!

The Connollys in the Wild West!

-And you with the chair!

-They have Tom, Séamus!

Isn't Tom well able to look

after himself.

Sure you know Tom!

And there's a chance I'll never

see Dad ever again because of

you!

Ah listen, we'll go home to

Dad when we're all rich.

And this is only the start of

it.

We didn't come up here looking

for gold or bloody fighting

either!

We came here looking for you.

And now, God forgive me,

but I regret that we bothered!

It's a shame that you did.

Because all I wanted was

to escape you anyway.

Gentlemen.

Let's put this ugliness behind

us. Please shake hands.

The first chance I get,

I'll take the hide clean off

you.

We'll see if knocking your teeth

down your throat...

..will improve your Irish.

Good. A language in common.

You provided some rigorous

exercise for Pat's associates

down there.

How would you like an

opportunity tonight,...

..to earn back this claim?

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Sorry! I'll be gone in a second.

You're not going to shoot, are

you?

I will if you don't go back out

through that window!

I know you've retired.

But would you please come and

comb down my hair? You know it

helps me rest.

Is it combing you want?

That is what I asked.

Honestly Bridget, we must

improve your English.

Sorry ma'am.

I'm praying my rosary and then

I'll come to your room after.

Were you involved with

the ructions downstairs?

Yeah.

I hit a man across the back

with a chair.

-You did not?

-I did, faith.

I nearly broke his back for him.

Out you go.

How did you come all the way to

Alaska, Bridget, with only bad

English?

I can speak English like Charles

Dickens.

I just don't like talking

to that pair.

I'm their maid.

Oh, I thought you were a...

-You were a...

-You thought I was a prostitute?

Now I didn't think that

you looked like one..!

No, but I thought that all the

women around here worked as

prostitutes.

You know yourself.

Oh aren't you the charmer now.

Out you go!

May God keep you safe, Bridget

and protect you from...

Come on, hit him!

Behold, Skookum Jim.

Belinda Mulroney's undefeated

champion.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Give me a drink! Give me a

drink! No.

Come on, hit him!

-Are you fighting?

-Yeah.

Are you Connollys in

trouble all the time?

I don't remember a time we

weren't.

Fifty on the Indian.

Fifty on the Indian.

Here we go.

Seventy five in gold

on Tom Connolly.

-The way your luck is

going tonight.

-Are you taking bets or not?

Connolly.

In this corner we got the

undefeated red nigger Skookum

Jim.

I told you, no more of that red

nigger shit.

Is there a man here who can

referee a fight without calling

Jim any class of nigger?

In this corner, the raging

redskin, Skookum Jim.

(SOUND OF CHEERING)

And in this corner, Tom

somebody.

We got a name to put on his

tombstone?

Connolly.

(SOUND OF THE BELL RINGING)

UPBEAT MUSIC

Tom, he's a drunk. Hit him

a good punch in his guts.

Give me a fair fight you

bastards!

(SOUND OF WHISTLING)

Where does the map lead?

Where does the map lead?!

Alright, alright.

It leads straight to your

mother's whorehouse.

(SOUND OF SCREAMING)

Where does the map lead?!

Kiss my arse!

This is an illegal gathering.

Everybody out! Now!

Where does the map lead?

Some old Indian said there's

gold..!

But the map doesn't make any

sense.

I don't know anything about it,

it's bullshit.

Okay.

I believe you.

Let's go again anyway.

(SOUND OF SCREAMING)

Hey! Hey! Guard!

My brother has been kidnapped!

Hey! Guard!

-Got someone to pay your fine?

-I don't know.

Hey Guard!

Hey! You mind not hollering?

You gave me a headache last

night.

Well maybe the whiskey had

something to do with the

headache.

Maybe.

How many men did you fight last

night? Before me?

I don't know.

I only remember fighting you.

I searched all over for you!

So they nearly killed you to

find out about the map?

Did you tell them about it?

There's nothing to tell.

I don't know anything.

Nobody knows anything.

Where are you going?

Aren't they're the bastards who

tortured me last night.

They're not. Hopkins' office was

robbed during the boxing last

night.

You told the whole world about

your map.

Hopkins wants to give the deed

to your claim back.

It's the honest to God truth.

Is it true you were robbed last

night?

I was relieved only of some cash

and your peculiar map.

Why would anyone take that?

It is my understanding you made

quite a broad advertisement of

it.

In fairness, Séamus you did do

that.

You said there was a bonanza out

there.

Here now, we'll hit the road.

I want my winnings from Tom's

fight.

As I recall the bout was without

conclusion.

He won it. You saw it.

The bell never rang.

I'll ring a fucking bell for

you!

Tell you what, let's calculate

your winnings.

I'm here for my brother.

You can pay his fine?

The word is that the Connolly

brothers are a right gang of

outlaws.

Well we didn't come to the

Klondike to dance a jig, you

know.

Come on, I've got better things

to do than run boarding for

fighting Irish men.

I saw you being taken,

are you alright?

I'm grand. I got the money for

your fine, and the deed for our

claim.

Good man.

-Can we pay his fine too?

-The Indian?

That language. You're making it

up!

I'm here to serve as a priest

but there is more urgent work

with the hospital.

Do you not have a doctor out

here?

Ah sure we have every class of

man here but they're all more

interested...

..in digging in the earth than

they are in mending bones.

Hey, why didn't you come to get

me out?

I was the one who was at fault

there, I advised him to be

careful.

The Irish aren't liked by Sam

Steele.

Well one of them is liked by

him, Father.

Paud, go get your things.

We're going up to the claim.

I'll stay here another while

with Fr. Judge.

He could use my help sure.

I'll stay here. We won't

be far from each other,

Right. Come on. Jim!

Bye.

I don't like them.

And they are as tough as

mongrels.

You sure he wasn't holding back?

I gave him the full inquisition.

I even did the English

accent on him.

You know how that works on us

Paddys.

Bullshit. That map is probably

nonsense.

Have you any family, Jim?

Probably better off.

Is that why you came with us?

So I could join your happy

little family.

Why did you pay my fine?

I hoped you could turn us into

good little Injuns.

My people do not believe

we should share our knowledge.

Sorry to hear that.

Show me this map again.

People say the raven stole the

sun from a powerful chief.

He's our helper but sometimes

he's a trickster too.

The sun brings light to the

world.

It helps us see more clearly.

It's the Klondike river.

Plain as day.

Right there.

Well look at that!

Here we go, lads.