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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.

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

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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

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.

Yeah I saw you conversing with Soapy Smith.

TITLE MUSIC

Please tell me this is Dominion Creek lads?

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!

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.

Where she stops, nobody knows.

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.

TRADITIONAL IRISH MUSIC

Alright, you won't forget the night Séamus Connolly came to Dominion.

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

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.

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.

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!

SONG - A RISQUÉ MUSIC HALL SONG

There's this too. A treasure map.

A treasure map?

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.

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?

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.

And in this corner, Tom somebody.

We got a name to put on his tombstone?

Connolly.

UPBEAT MUSIC

Tom, he's a drunk. Hit him a good punch in his guts.

Give me a fair fight you bastards!

Where does the map lead?

Where does the map lead?!

Alright, alright.

It leads straight to your mother's whorehouse.

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.

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.