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(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

Petey darling, when you coming

to play again?

Ah Nellie girl, I'm still

getting over last time!

You know where I am.

Ah don't be telling me now that

those Connollys are

still up there wasting their

time with the Indian?

Your claim is too high up.

The gold has washed down past

you.

Cold is on the way, Mister

Hopkins.

It's going to drop like an

anvil.

Make sure you and your employees

are ready.

Go find Irish Pat.

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

LIVELY MUSIC

(WHISTLING AND CHEERING)

Gentlemen, place your bets.

LIVELY MUSIC

(CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

(PEOPLE CHANTING KLONDIKE)

(PEOPLE CHANTING KLONDIKE)

TITLE MUSIC

(SOUND OF BIRDS)

I'm telling you, Tom!

The lads down in the town

were saying that the claim is

too high up.

The gold and all will

be washed down past it.

White gravel means this is an

ancient river bed.

That right, Jim?

Yup.

There will be the talk of the

town...

..and then there will be the

proof of the shovel in it.

Well now Tom, I can only see one

shovel around here showing any

proof.

You there building

your little hen-house,...

..and the other lout is always

sewing something or other.

He's complaining again?

He is faith. Like an old gate

in a storm.

Snow is coming.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next

day.

When winter comes, you'll want

to be in more than a tent.

And your head is going to want

more than a slouch hat.

I'm not afraid of a bit of cold,

Jim.

Cold kills brave men faster

than cowards.

(LAUGHTER)

Tom, what was it that

brought us up here anyway?

Apart from that ridiculous map!

It was you that brought us up

here.

And we're going to keep on

working until I say otherwise.

Alright?

You know that I have never

missed a payment, Captain

Galvin.

I know that Violet, I know that.

-I'm just too sick to work.

-You poor thing.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you until 7 o'clock

tomorrow.

And then your skinny shanks are

out in the mud.

You would do that?

To an Irish girl?

(SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT)

Let us see.

Other things I miss from

the real world.

A stroll on a spring

morning, down Newbury Street.

Yes, ma'am.

The fitting of a new gown.

Even the pricking of the pins.

Yes, ma'am.

I can't see why I have been

sentenced to this wretched

place,...

..to suffer like Job.

Oh, but I can!

Because I married Mister

J.J. Hopkins.

Tell me, Bridget.

Do you wish to marry someday

and have children?

I do have the wish, ma'am.

Someday.

Before you marry, be certain

that your fiancée is

interested...

..in putting more to your belly

than his fists.

God in heaven! I crave

distraction.

Find me some books, won't you?

I do be doing my hardest, ma'am.

Oh and Bridget, you must improve

your English or else...

..you'll attract only one of

these smelly Irish miners for a

husband.

(SOUND OF DOOR CLOSING)

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

(SOUND OF NAILS BEING DRIVEN

INTO WOOD)

(SOUND OF SOMEONE COUGHING)

You gave up your room again?

Three lads from Germany

with diphtheria.

We had to put them in

quarantine.

I'll move them into that tent

out the back.

You need to be in your own bed.

(SOUND OF SOMEONE COUGHING)

I have a donation for the

hospital.

That's extremely generous,

Ms. Mannion.

May God reward you.

Oh it's not from me, but from

Mr. Hopkins.

Is his gold not any good to you?

I know full well how

that man gets his gold.

(SOUND OF SOMEONE VOMITING)

This disgusts you, yet you don't

mind working for that other

man?!

That's enough now, Paudie.

My thanks to Mr. Hopkins and

my blessing to you, lovely

Bridget.

Father.

You should not take their dirty

gold.

And yet you have the right to

pass judgement on that lovely,

kind, gentle woman?

This whole town was built on

greed,...

..and when you have that

as your foundation stone,...

..of course the place

will be filled with sin.

But it was amongst sinners

Christ himself walked.

And this world was good

enough for the Lord.

So it will be enough for us as

well.

And of course, the value

of gold is the same...

..it doesn't matter where it

came from.

And parted forever

My fair lad and me

That maudlin Gaelic drivel may

lubricate the flow of tears at

Belinda Mulroney's place.

But here we need something a

little livelier.

It was one song.

You are here to rouse the tired

blood of these lonely, stinking

men...

..so they get drunk to oblivion

at my bar, so they spend

at my tables,...

..so they dance with and

fuck my girls.

Kate, me darling.

Just because it's not for sale,

doesn't mean it can't be

displayed.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

(SOUND OF AN EXPLOSION)

(SOUND OF FALLING DEBRIS)

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Sorry.

(SOUND OF GROANING)

We'll get you to the hospital

now, Jim.

No, no white doctors.

Take me to T'ro'Chek.

The Indian Village.

That's too far away. We have

to bring him to the hospital.

Those Hopkins they treat me

like I'm a dancing girl.

I can't abide it.

Miss Mulryan. Will you be

giving us 'Mother Macree' again

tonight?

Oh I don't know, you'll have

to wait and see.

I've a few surprises.

You can't abide the Hopkins,

but you allow these presumptions

in the street.

It means I'm doing my job well.

When we're married, you'll need

to sing and dance for no one...

..but our beautiful children and

me.

I never said I was going to

leave the stage and I won't.

You complain about how the

Hopkins treat you.

You're surrounded at all times

by rough prospectors and fallen

women.

The Klondike is a funny choice

if you dislike such people.

Fact is Kate, saloon dancing

and singing are no

occupations for the wife of a

Superintendent.

Are they not?! Why don't you put

me into one of your little cages

there..

..and you'll have a nightingale

all of your own.

Don't go all Irish on me now,

Kate.

(A BIG SIGH)

Micheál, how much longer do you

think it will be for the post?

I'm here since morning.

Some of them here are saying

it could take up to two days.

Will you ask if there's post

for the Connollys of Ros Muc?

I will of course. Here, what's

this?

What happened?

Your brother happened!

UPBEAT MUSIC

Dance with a man like this and

he'd rather fuck your mattress.

Sir, we are closed while

rehearsing entertainments.

Please return in an hour.

Play, 'My Darling Lies in Clover

But She Never Lies to Me' again.

Are you deaf?

I said, we're closed.

I send you here to secure gold

and I find you a dance master.

You meet my expectations.

Daddy.

(SOUND OF PANTING)

(SOUND OF GROANS AND PANTING)

(CRYING)

You abandon us for

whiskey and fighting...

..and now you call for us as you

die.

(CRYING)

This is my sister, El Soo.

Pádraig, we sorely miss

your cooking up there.

And you here letting on to be a

priest or nurse or something!

Am I supposed to leave men to

die here so I can fill your

belly...

..while you fill your pockets?

The hospital doesn't have enough

money, or enough staff either.

Well, what about selling

your quarter of the claim?

(SOUND OF DRIPPING WATER)

Are you alright?

(SOUND OF DOOR OPENING AND

FOOTSTEPS)

This is our brother, Chief

Isaac.

Hello.

(SOUND OF NAILS BEING HAMMERED)

Hey, I told you I'd ask after

your post.

Don't be insulting me with your

gold and that's the last word

I'll say on it.

Ms. Mannion!

I was hoping to see you.

I have something small for you.

I wanted to say sorry to you

because of that time I climbed

into your bedroom...

..and the insulting thing I

said to you this morning.

Your friend is a nurse by day,

but he visits ladies' bedrooms

at night!

This is what I got.

To say that I'm sorry.

Well it's lovely, Pádraig.

It's lovely.

Ah sure, you couldn't come

as far as the Klondike...

..and not get a little bit of

yellow metal.

A little bit, is it?

A guest was staying with

Mr. Hopkins.

And I'm telling you, all I had

to do was put flowers in his

room...

..and put hot water in his wash

bowl.

I accept your little bit as

an apology, Mr. Connolly...

..and not as charity.

Hey, tell me more about how you

manage to make your way into

ladies' bedrooms.

Gentlemen! Victims of the

catastrophe that passes for a

postal service.

I proudly present the modern

alternative.

Next.

'Dad. We three are well. We miss

you.

How was your trip home?

How is your health?'

You have an economy with words.

This comes to only seventeen

dollars.

A small price for the assurance

of communication with a loved

one.

Thank you.

Next.

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

I wish you had written ahead.

A resourceful man can get here

faster than that postal service.

Colonel Hopkins!

It's a wish come true!

It's a miracle!

Even the Northern wilds fail

to drain your beauty.

I have struggled here only

to deliver vital supplies for

you.

Father, we have no occasion here

for such things.

Well I look forward to wearing

them when such an occasion does

arise.

Thank you, Colonel Hopkins.

Without occupation, your wife

is wilting.

Why have you not given her a

child?

This is no place for a child.

And you have no interest in

conventional procreative

activity.

Daddy, that is a calumny.

You know how to disprove it.

Dance master. Whore master. But

the owner of only six proven

claims.

They spend their gold here

and we profit doubly by it.

Their gold?

Their gold?!

Place your bets.

There is enough gold in the

Klondike to change the economy

of the entire United States.

It belongs to us, even when it's

still in the ground.

It is never their gold.

These men should be working for

you.

You pay them a working wage,

let them drink, gamble and whore

with their wages.

Not with our gold.

(SOUND OF A DOOR BEING SLAMMED)

UPBEAT MUSIC

SOMBRE MUSIC

He kept saying a name. Marie?

DRAMATIC MUSIC

(SOUND OF GALLOPING HORSES)

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

Marie was his wife.

A white girl. They loved each

other.

But her people did not like

the match.

Nor did ours.

Jim was prospecting with his

brother in law, Lying George

Carmack.

Jim found the first gold here,

did you know that?

He never mentioned it.

Lying George lived up to his

name, he cheated Jim out of the

claim.

Soon after, Marie gave birth.

She died with the child.

Jim blamed the white doctors.

George went to San Francisco

with the gold.

And Skookum went to the whiskey.

SOMBRE MUSIC

Our people value copper more

than gold.

You can make tools and pots

with copper.

We shall see what you will make

with gold.

Five red!

Five red!

SALOON MUSIC

Lady Luck is smiling on you,

sir.

SALOON MUSIC

Place your bets, gentlemen.

Place your bets.

(SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT)

DRAMATIC MUSIC

-Not her, she's busy. This one.

-I should be allowed a choice.

Yeah well, this is the choice.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

I'm sorry, I'm too sick to work.

That's fine, I'll do the work.

You just try to provide a

modicum of difficulty.

Lose your ticket and you lose

your place!

Stealing a ticket gets you two

weeks working the government

woodpile!

Forging a ticket gets you six

and I need woodcutters!

Kate!

You know I don't like you out

unaccompanied at night.

You've a store of opinions on

what I shouldn't be doing.

I'm not going to apologise for

expecting certain standards

of behaviour...

..or for planning our

life together.

Plan away, but you won't get me

into a kitchen with your child

hanging off me any time soon.

You're not getting any younger.

(SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT)

Lose your ticket and you lose

your place!

Stealing a ticket gets you two

weeks working the government

woodpile!

Forging a ticket gets you six.

I need woodcutters.

MELODIOUS MUSIC

You remarked on my dancing one

time.

Any chance I could put yours to

the test?

Not bad!

Do you ever miss Ireland?

No, let the English have it.

You're a right patriot!

If Ireland was good enough for

me or you, Kate Mulryan...

..we wouldn't have ended up

in the Klondike.

So you don't regret coming here?

No, sure why would I?

Adventure galore! A chance of

gold?

A woman of my own.

LIVELY MUSIC

He's sensible, that ladeen

you're promised to. The Mountie!

Are you not sensible?

Maybe sensible will make you

safe. It won't make you happy

though, Kate.

(SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT)

(SOUND OF THUNDER ROLLING)

Mister Connolly!

By the magic of electricity

you have a reply.

Already!

'All is well at home,

just as I remember it.

I hope you boys are getting

rich. Dad.'

What's that?

It's a telegram.

And these miraculous seventeen

words are yours for only thirty

four dollars.

Do you have it?

Thirty four dollars?

(SOUND OF THUNDER ROLLING)

(SOUND OF LASHING RAIN)

(SOUND OF THUNDER ROLLING AND

RAIN)

(SOUND OF RAIN)

No more, do you hear me?!

These girls abused out of this

life entirely...

..and you bribe me off with

gold.

Bribe? Never.

Your hospital is essential

to Dominion.

And I'm happy to be duty bound

as a donor.

I should kick your ass all the

way down to the Mounties'

barracks!

Who would pay for your hospital

then?

The creed of this town is every

man for himself.

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

I own a vacant plot of land,

that overlooks your hospital.

It has value.

But I have no attachment to it.

(SOUND OF DRIPPING WATER)

Kate. Where are you going?

-I have to leave.

-Why?

This was a mistake.

We were drunk.

Kate, what we have is better

than what you have with Steele.

I'm sorry if I confused you,

Séamus.

Kate!

Kate!

Kate!

Kate, I know well you didn't

come all the way to the

Klondike...

..so you could be wife to a

Mountie.

Will you not tell the whole town

about it!

Me and you are exactly the same.

We both want exactly the same

things. Don't we?

Together, we could run this

town.

You certainly have big dreams,

I'll give you that much.

Why wouldn't I?

And wasn't it a lovely

dream we had last night.

Pardon me. I must interrupt

this gibberish.

Miss Mulryan.

You were fourteen hours late

for your show.

I'm sorry Mr. Hopkins.

Do the Irish tell time?

Or were you waiting for the moon

as your sign?

You don't talk to her like that.

Labourer, see to your pickaxe.

Or if you prefer my broom.

You're no man.

We'll see about that.

I demand a duel.

Sookum Jim wants death.

With this food we open our eyes

to the Great Spirit.

We can walk with Jim,

bring him back.

This is the way of our people.

Be with us or go.

Doctor Dunne would train you,

the wages are good.

And there is no reason why you

shouldn't take this opportunity

to pick yourselves out of..!

I was told I'd find the miracle

worker down here and there he

is.

Looking to turn my whores into

nurses.

I'm just giving them a choice.

A choice. Well, you don't

have any chair now, do you?

(INDIAN CHANT)

DRAMATIC MUSIC

(INDIAN CHANT)

DRAMATIC MUSIC

(INDIAN CHANT)

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Death remembers your face,

Tom Connolly.

You killed a man.

EERIE MUSIC

(SIGHING AND CRYING)

Pádraig! I killed someone.

I killed a policeman, back home.

I killed the waterman and left

his body there beside the poteen

still.

I left him for the crows.

That's why we escaped to

America.

I'm sorry Pádraig.

And so, Dad and Séamus knew

about this?

All those long years, with Dad

wrecking his lungs down under

the ground...

..and me cooking and cleaning

after you all like some kind of

a servant girl.

They would have put us all in

jail, they would have separated

us.

Set up camp well before

nightfall, it's going to be a

cold one.

Right go.

Yes, sir.

Sam.

I have to go, more starving

fools trying to put rafts down

that river.

Sam, there's going to be a duel.

I hope you put a bullet right

between that pervert's legs.

I thought you'd be on...well on

his side.

Right after you've done that,

I hope he puts another bullet

right between your two eyes.

I've seen quite enough of the

Connollys.

Five paces, turn and fire.

One, two, three, four, five.

(SOUND OF GUNFIRE)

(SOUND OF GUNFIRE)

(SOUND OF GUNFIRE)

(SOUND OF GROANING)

Daddy, shoot him.

Shoot him!

Captain Galvin! I sent you up

here to keep him from just such

an idiotic fate!

(SOUND OF SIGHING)

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

(SOUND OF SCREAMING)

(SOUND OF SCREAMING)

(SOUND OF SCREAMING)

(SOUND OF SIGHING)

His own bile is attacking his

organs.

He's lost too much blood.

I can only offer pain relief.

(SOUND OF DOOR CLOSING)

(SOUND OF THE NIGHT)

Water?

Some water?

Water?

Easy.

Easy. That's enough.

That's enough.

(SOUND OF HEAVY BREATHING)

I wanted death.

It didn't want you.

I'm not going back to the claim.

My heart isn't in mining

anymore.

You own a share, you'll own a

share of the gold.

Heart isn't in gold so much

neither.

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

I need to speak with you, Sam.

I've been a hot headed contrary

little Irish woman..!

Stop! Stop it!

Please Sam, you have to hear me

out.

No, you hear me and you listen

good.

I was a fool.

I don't want to cage you, I

don't want to own you,

I don't want to change a hair on

your head.

You can sing, you can dance, you

can jump from the rafters if

that makes you happy.

As long as you marry me.

Sam!

(LAUGHTER)

I'm glad you weren't too badly

hurt.

I'm glad you're here.

But you have to understand

something.

I'm staying with Sam, I'm going

to marry him.

You're glad that I'm not badly

hurt, but then you break my

heart.

I'm marrying Sam, do you

understand?

No!

Kate!

Are you happy with yourself?

Both of you with blood on your

hands now.

What are you saying?

Tom told me about the policeman

murdered back in Ireland.

For Pete's sake, keep your voice

down.

-What happened to your face?

-What does that matter?

The whole of the town knows that

you're a murderer and Tom is the

same!

Tom couldn't help it. He

was trying to protect us.

Is was Dad who told us not to

say anything.

It was our secret for a long

time, and now it's your secret

to keep as well.

Do you understand, Pádraig?

Is it true that you killed

Hopkins in a duel?

Yeah. It was a fair duel.

One of us had to go.

For the love of Christ.

And this is more of it!

Stealing silver in Montana, and

then stealing the deed and

sneaking off.

-You broke Dad's heart!

-Did I?

-You did. You didn't see him.

-I did.

He woke when I was leaving.

He gave me his blessing.

-All lies!

-It's the God's honest truth.

And do you know why he gave

his blessing? Because he knew if

you were left in charge...

..sure we'd still be in that

silver mine with signs on our

fucking backs!

-You have no idea, have you!

-Get out of my sight!

The two of you. Go on!

Go on!

(SOUND OF A DOOR OPENING)

Bridget, I'd like you to prepare

me a hot bath.

A hot bath? Yes, Ma'am.

And pack our travelling things.

You'll be pleased to hear that

we are returning to Boston

immediately.

Yes, Ma'am.

BIRD SONG

This land was put into my name

recently.

I imagine that if there was

anyone who was good with his

hands...

..that he might build a church

for me.

Oh, I forgot, Michael Dillon got

a letter for you.

From Ireland.

'Twas this morning he came,

Jacob Hopkins.

He bought everything.

He put me on pay.

A good pay too.

But there was one condition.

Not to sell to the Connollys.

What he said was: not even a can

of coffee. Nor a coffee spoon.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

BIRD SONG

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Colonel Hopkins! I am bathing.

While your maid packs

your belongings.

Estella, you will make a fine

widow, ornamented and strolling

the boulevards of Boston.

I give no thought to such

things.

I only mourn our tremendous

loss.

The blood of my unrevenged son

not yet dry and you would run

away.

(SOUND OF A STRUGGLE AND

SPLASHING

WATER)

(SOUND OF GASPING FOR BREATH)

You will remain here with me,

you will manage the gambling

and the whores.

And my ledgers will show the

profit of it.

And if you try to leave again,

I will put Irish Pat and his

pack on your tail.

In every sense.

(CRYING)

(SOUND OF DOOR BEING SLAMMED)

(SOUND OF HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

Will you come back to the

village now, Jim?

No.

That Indian life is over.

Time you saw it.

You wanted our village

when you were sick.

I wanted the village

because I was dying.

And I wanted to die.

For your medicine.

You're not a white man.

Yeah.

But I ain't no Indian neither.

Alright then, I believe you

about Dad.

It's like something he'd do

alright.

Listen Tom.

I wonder how long we'll

last without supplies?

Until we hit pay-dirt, I'm

hoping.

And with the way you're working

Séamus, that won't take us too

long.

Well, it's a great incentive to

me I must say, that I own half

the claim.

What did you say?

Pádraig sold me his share.

We shook on it.

He won't go back on the deal.

-What did you give him?

-He took two hundred and fifty.

Two fifty that you had stashed

away from Bear Brennan's claim?

Séamus, Paud didn't have a

quarter of this claim. And

neither do you.

I registered the three quarters

in my name only.

You did not.

What else would I do?

Put it in your name, so you

could spend it on the roulette

down in Hopkins'?

I'll look after the two of you.

You'll get your share,

but you can't be trusted.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Tom! Stop that! Tom!

Our father is dead.

But sure you had news from Dad,

the telegram.

It's four months since Bear

Brennan wrote this letter.

Dad has been dead for four

months.

Fake telegrams.

Soapy Smith, bastard thief!

Come on, we'll find him.

Sure Soapy is gone!

He left town already.

SORROWFUL MUSIC

SORROWFUL MUSIC

MUSIC - NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE

(LAUGHTER)