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[foreboding music playing]

[music intensifies]

One...two...three.

Four...five...

She?

It's "se."

Come on.

Seven...eight...nine...ten.

You'll have better Irish than myself before long!

That had better be a compliment.

[Padraig laughs]

I don't know where to start or stop with the compliments for you.

[man shouting from downstairs]

Three white men!

-I see dead bodies with my own eyes. -Georgie!

What are you talking about murder, Georgie?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know you were here.

I'm here and so what?

Your brother.

It's your brother and the two quiet lads up there.

What about them?

They're dead.

All of them.

Awful cut up they were and...

And scalped.

[theme music playing]

Hang them! Everyone of them!

Three more murders!

Three more murders!

And now,

five honest, law-abiding white men lie dead.

Men like yourselves, God-fearing men,

who struggle here against all odds,

to claim their fair share of the gold,

laid for them in the ground,

by God Almighty!

[crowd roaring approval]

It gets worse.

While these massacres were committed,

an innocent white man sat in our jail.

[man] Shame! Shame!

Awaiting, his final moment on this very gallows.

Captain Galvin! Come on up here.

[all applauding and cheering]

Captain Pat let loose?

Oh Lilly, what's next?

What is it?

What is it?

I thank you, Judge Lewis.

And I thank each and every one of you here today.

And I say thank you, to the Lord God!

-Thank you, God! -[man] Amen.

But I cannot rejoice in my liberty,

until justice,

I say justice is done!

[man] We want justice!

For these unfortunate murdered men.

Justice!

[crowd roaring]

You're certain it's him?

Stop asking me that!

How can I know, until I see him myself?

We left him out there, Tom. We abandoned him.

Was it Captain Pat and his gang?

He was in prison when it happened.

The Judge is blaming Indians.

I will not offend your Christian sensibilities

with the grisly details of this latest atrocity.

But my colleague, Mister Angel,

he is an Indian.

And he has confirmed that these murders

contain all the signs

of the grudgery of the Indian.

Hang them!

We have to get Chief Isaac and El Soo away from here

because they're gathering up a lynch mob in town.

Get ready.

Today, the treacherous instinct of the Aborigine,

will get his neck stretched

with hanging!

[Tom] Where are you going?

Georgie said they're still lying where they were killed.

I'm going to bring them back.

There's nothing we can do for him now!

I'm not leaving Padraig out there for the crows.

Tom, we need to go now.

You go on. Get to Chief Isaac.

[grunts]

Nurse,

in my delirium, I struck you.

Doesn't matter.

It matters.

I also insulted you.

Padraig Connolly,

who saved your life,

he has been murdered.

I won't pretend grief.

The Connollys wronged me.

But I apologize for striking you.

Your name is Violet, isn't it?

Men like you,

and like Captain Pat,

you're made for war.

Without a war, you just attack whatever is close by.

You didn't attack me because of delirium.

You attacked me because that's your true nature.

My true nature.

Without men like me,

this world falls to chaos.

Lie back down, Colonel.

You're not ready for battle just yet.

Nevertheless, my battle calls.

And I answer.

And Colonel Hopkins,

my name is Maude.

[indistinct chatter]

Colonel Hopkins, fortune has smiled on the worthy!

Good to see you restored and well, Sir.

[intense music playing]

[woman] Oh, my goodness.

We got guns on your sister.

One word out of you...

one word,

And she gets lead in her belly.

You understand me?

You touch El Soo,

you'll pay with your life.

She will see to it.

They caught the scoundrel who killed your brother.

Brought in by the Judge himself.

And Tom, 'twas me found them in the camp.

And I swear I went straight to Seamus

to tell him the news, didn't I Tadhg?

'Twas a sight and burden I'll never forget.

A terrible burden on my heart, may God have mercy on them.

Get back out there and see to the two quiet lads.

Proper burials.

I'll see to it, Tom.

The two lads will be buried with full honors.

Isaac!

Isaac!

Sister, no! Stay out of it! They will blame you too!

Wait, till it's safe.

Stay here.

You've the wrong man!

We got your brother's killer. Show some gratitude.

Chief Isaac had nothing to do with it.

You know it.

This man is innocent!

[crowd disagrees loudly]

Next time our paths cross, I'll put a bullet between your eyes.

That'll be easy.

One eye here,

and the other eye some ways down the river.

Tom! Go after El Soo!

All because you refused me.

Now you both gonna die.

[Tom shouts]

-Did he hurt you? -No.

I gave this to Padraig only last night.

[crowd boos and roars]

White man's justice is a lie!

I am a Christian man!

I am innocent of these crimes.

But I am ready to meet my Lord.

Yeah? Well let's hurry you to that most holy reunion.

Isaac!

No!

Isaac!

Murderers!

No! I'm sorry. There's too many of them.

[crowd cheering]

No! Murderers!

[sombre music playing]

[sobbing]

Tom and me still walking the earth.

It's not right.

We should have taken better care of you.

[cries out in agony]

We'll get the bastards who did this, Padraig.

I swear it.

I swear it on our father's soul.

[sombre music playing]

It was Captain Pat and the Judge.

They killed Padraig.

They killed Chief Isaac too.

They lynched him in town.

I think they made Padraig fight.

For sport.

They made him fight with knives.

He was still holding this and not a speck on the blade.

There are slashes on his hand. From defending.

They could have killed him quick.

But you can tell from the stab wounds that they kept it going.

Will I show you?

I have to see him.

-What are you at with the bandages? -Took his eyes.

And fucking scalped him?

I can't think what prayer to say over him.

Tell him you're sorry for what we're about to do.

He wouldn't like it.

He wouldn't forgive it.

Mister Angel is mine.

Whatever else happens.

He is mine.

-Padraig, I'm sorry. -Padraig, I'm sorry.

Get rid of the ape.

I want privacy.

[saloon piano plays downstairs]

In my delirium,

you connived to have me sign a will.

In my delirium, you threatened my child with an ax.

I've redrawn my will.

Needless to say you and that killer's bastard

will not see one red cent.

And a week has not passed since you proposed marriage to me.

I want you out of here within the hour.

Perhaps Connolly will take you into his shack in the hills.

Take care in your loyalties, Estella.

Fate turns against the Connollys.

One down, two to go.

[all cheering]

[gunshots]

Belinda!

Where's the Judge?

Whoever he is, he's no Judge.

Look what he's done here.

A murder on the gallows

and guns handed out from the barracks.

I sent for Sam Steele,

but I should have spoken out sooner.

Please Belinda, where's the Judge?

He said he was riding out, looking for renegade Indians.

-Do you know which trail they took? -No, no.

I'm awful sorry about your brother, Tom.

You'll let me know the funeral arrangements?

It's done, Belinda.

They're after lighting out of town.

We'll head north to Dawson.

They will keep off the main trails.

-Can we track them? -There are three horses.

Captain Pat's is probably heavy with gold.

We can track them.

Your time spent in the gold mines wasn't wasted.

You're packing quite the fortune.

I got mine.

Good thing I can trust my friends, right?

[all cheering]

[gunshots]

[indistinct chatter]

Miss Mulrooney,

my conscience has urged me here.

Your conscience, Mister Smith?

I'm sure that's a mighty force.

I understand,

Al Carbonneau has asked,

for your hand.

Such things must wait.

Our town is in a tumult of murder and madness.

I'm here composing a telegram to a dead man's fiancee.

I could hold my tongue no longer.

You're a fine woman, Miss Mulrooney.

And I will not stand by while you are sold a pup!

Al Carbonneau is no more of a Count than I'm a Duchess!

He's a fraudster.

Some of the tumbles him and me put together in the old days...

[laughs]

You think I didn't see through Le Comte de Carbonneau?

I knew who he was on first sight.

I should have given you more credit, Miss Mulrooney.

So you'll turn down the proposal then?

I didn't say that.

Mister Smith, the only surprise of this visit,

is to hear you claim a conscience.

Now, fuck off.

[Tom] It's haunting me.

The last things I said to Padraig.

[Seamus] Tom, he knew your temper.

He knew it was only anger.

A fucking bath house.

I quarreled with him over a fucking bath house.

I'd no decent parting with him either.

As I remember it, you gave him decent advice.

In case something happens to me today,

there's something I've to tell you.

What's that?

You know Kate Mulryan, the singer?

She had a child.

I'm the father.

-Is this true? -A boy, Moses.

Where's Moses now and his mother dead?

Estella Hopkins has him.

She adopted him.

The fuck?

The tracks are fresher. We are gaining.

They travel slow.

They do not expect a chase until Sam Steele returns.

Good. They won't expect us.

[all cheering]

[gunshots]

Cut him down!

The three of us could be dead by noon.

If I go down, I want Estella to have what's mine.

What are you talking about?

Sure that's the same as giving it to Jacob Hopkins himself.

There's nothing between her and Hopkins anymore.

Look.

You mean to leave it to the boy, is that it?

Well, yeah. But her too.

-Because you widowed her? -No. Because we're together.

You are not.

It happened quick.

When did you take your time with anything?

We could all be dead by noon.

And you're clearing your conscience.

Have you anything else to say?

[suspenseful music playing]

I'll only ask you once.

Was it you with the dynamite?

Did Hopkins send you to kill me at the mine?

What's wrong with you?

Didn't you say Galvin bragged to you that he did it?

He did not.

You told me he did.

I asked you a fucking question.

Did you do it?

Did you do it for a few pieces of silver?

There is smoke down by the river.

We have found them.

Aah! Fuck!

Goddammit!

[groans]

Reckon I caught the French disease off one of them whores.

Well, should have consulted with your captain.

But you didn't. You should know

I always keep a whore loaded with pox for unwelcome visitors.

But Judge Lewis there too busy making merry,

having a wild old time!

[gunshot]

Fuck!

[Peachy groans in agony]

Put down the gun.

[groaning]

[gunshot]

-Where's Angel? -Cunt!

[captain screams in agony]

[intense music playing]

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot. Not 'til Padraig's knife has blood on it.

Get Galvin!

[music intensifies]

[grunts]

[Seamus screams]

I told you, he's mine.

[panting]

[intense music playing]

Galvin!

[Angel screams in agony]

[flesh ripping]

Galvin!

Surrender!

I'll bring you back to Dominion.

I'll even see to that hand.

You'll have your day in court.

You'll have justice.

Galvin!

Where the fuck are you?

[gunshot]

[groaning]

Curious thing, you know.

Your brother,

he shat himself on the gallows.

Don't listen!

He's going to the same gallows.

Your brother cried like a little girl,

when I took his eyes.

You're hoping for a quick death?

[groans]

We're taking him back to Dominion for trial.

You boys are no different to us.

You're cold blooded killers.

At least this cunt

has the excuse of being born a savage.

Stop. Stop!

You can't take this away from me.

Connolly!

You want to know who blew you up?

That's it.

Your own sweet little brother!

Sure as hell,

sooner or later,

you boys gonna kill each other.

There isn't much to scalp!

[groans]

[gurgling]

[choking]

[sombre music playing]

You went after Irish Pat and the impostors!

Those men should have had a trial!

They should have faced justice!

They faced justice.

They murdered a Judge!

They murdered a Chief of the Taagish people.

Right here, while your town cheered.

They murdered our brother.

None of this means you can take the law into your own hands.

Better in our hands than where you fucking left it!

I want my brother's body, now.

[sombre music playing]

[El soo sings Indian prayer]

[prayer continues]

[woman singing]

♪ Since she came Last December ♪

♪ She says that Of the aristocracy ♪

♪ She is a member ♪

♪ Such a nice girl too ♪

♪ Such a real nice girl ♪

-Madame. -My Lord Carbonneau.

[singing continues]

Madame Mulrooney.

You deserve the entire truth.

I'm no Count.

I'm not French.

I'm not even Quebecois.

I'm a Corkman from Cuil Aodha.

My name is Dinny Cronin.

Do you know much about the law?

I do.

It was the law put me on the run.

Do you want to know the whole story?

Another time.

I've been a rogue all my life, but that's not what's bothering me.

I only feel guilty about deceiving you.

And I will face the law's punishment.

The law of Canada calls an unwed woman a "Femme Sole."

It prohibits her from certain business dealings.

-Do you follow me? -I understand you.

I will turn myself in to the Mounties.

I'd never have married Dinny Cronin of Cuil Aodha.

But I'm happy to accept a proposal

from Le Comte de Carbonneau.

Madame,

I am your eternal servant.

Dinny, I don't want a servant.

Eternal, or not.

I just want my French Count.

[song ends to applause]

This was Kate Mulryan's room.

We can move, if it bothers you.

It does not.

But I remember her terrible crime against Moses.

You fathered Moses with her.

But that's all there was to it?

You had no feelings for her, did you?

It was one night.

A drunken mistake by both of us.

Nothing more.

Moses will never know of her.

-I am his only mother. -Of course.

Promise me.

I promise.

I still live with Jacob's shadow.

His fury awaits both of us.

All three of us.

You have nothing to fear from Jacob.

There's a new boss in town.

[suspenseful music playing]

You're going to sell me this saloon.

Never. Will there be anything else?

Ah, you'll sell it to me.

We'll fix a fair price.

I said, never.

Put away the gun.

Boys!

These are my men.

You should have paid them better.

I'm after buying all the muscle in Dominion.

So put the gun away.

You're a hard man, Jacob.

But you're an old man.

And you're only alive because of my brother Padraig.

I want this to be a fair transaction.

Sale under duress is not a fair transaction.

Your choice.

I could string you up in a shed,

like your son did to Seamus.

I could put you underwater.

Or we could just settle a fair price.

I will not give you a fair price.

What is your price?

A quarter of a million US dollars.

Strictly paper money.

Done.

[wind blowing]

You'll have the bath house.

We'll split the claims

and Padraig's share will go to Bridget.

Tom...

What?

Padraig had a letter in his pocket for Bridget.

He must have written it the night before this.

I thought it would be all right to read it,

before sending it on.

It wasn't meant for us.

He wasn't meant to die.

You read it if you like.

[solemn music playing]

[Padraig] My darling Bridget,

it's only this morning I saw you to the river,

and I feel already like the world is between us.

It's a lonesome, stormy night

and I thought writing to you,

I'd feel you warm beside me.

Tom and Seamus are not happy with me right now.

At least they agree on something.

In their hearts, they know what's right

and when the tempers cool, I know they'll see it.

The trial is set for early morning.

If justice is done by law,

another man will die.

It weighs heavy on me to have a hand in it.

I can't believe more death will put anything right.

[sobbing] Sorry, mister. I don't know what I done.

Tom Connolly gave you money

to bury the quiet lads.

The Mounties found them,

still in their tents.

Agreeing on true justice and fairness,

it's the hardest thing in the world.

Place your bets, gentlemen. Place your bets.

And in a place like this,

selfishness, greed, and anger

bury the truth too easily.

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Oh, the book of 17 ♪

[Padraig] But, my Bridget,

we found love together

in this mad, angry, greedy place.

Doesn't that prove love is everywhere after all?

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Oh, the book of 17 ♪

[vocalizing]

Maybe if we only look to the love in our hearts

justice and fairness

will be the simplest things in the world.

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

Don't stare, you fool.

That's one of the Connollys.

♪ Tell me who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Wrote the book Of the seven seals ♪

♪ Now who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Well now who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Well now who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Wrote the book Of the seven seals ♪

♪ Well, Christ Had twelve apostles ♪

♪ And he led away ♪

♪ Said walk with me one hour ♪

♪ While I go on and pray ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Now who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Wrote the book Of the seven seals ♪

♪ Now who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Tell me who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Now who's that writing John the Revelator ♪

♪ Wrote the book Of the seven seals ♪

♪ Wrote the book Of the seven seals ♪