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Me and you didn't get off to a good start.

All of us workers got to stick together.

- I saw her paying him off, one of them darkies. - Which darky?

- What happened to the woman? - It was a Chinaman who killed her.

What do you think will happen to you if the 'gwailou' find out?

She talked to you about her pregnancy.

She was obviously afraid the birth would expose her lover as a Chinese.

You cannot print that story.

We leave, or we're both dead.

You really were disappointingly easy.

You will be relieved,

since you clearly care for him so much,

that he is very, very well.

As for the seam, we can continue as before.

Your man, Ah Gok, can help manage it.

Your brother will adjust the accounts.

You'll continue to keep the seam off the books?

Surely it would be better to tell Hing Dai Wui now

so they can start collecting.

I am deciding how I will explain to my father

why the seam has been hidden.

Not to mention the fate of his prized surveyor.

Ten.

Twenty. Twelve.

- When did you arrest him? - Last night.

He's a little reluctant to speak.

Tell us again, Tommy. What did you see?

I'm not asking again.

Moonface.

- Say it again! - Moonface!

Moonface...

How is it I'm only finding this out now?

I'm not certain that 'Moonface' necessarily means Chinese.

Because that would make you responsible?

If it comes out that a Chinaman has killed a white woman,

and there are no arrests,

it will make the Buckland riots look like... a dinner party.

Assuming we have the right Chinaman.

Right Chinaman, wrong Chinaman, that's up to you.

Keep the peace so the Crown gets its tax.

I don't care how.

Sir, I thought you should see this.

Perhaps it's time to pay your headman a visit.

Shing...

Where have you been? I thought Cheung Lei must have killed you.

Operation continues.

We get 12%.

Why wouldn't Hing Dai Wui take the lot?

She's not telling them about it.

All I know is that we're only alive

because she needs us to keep it that way.

There's something more she's not telling us.

There was a messenger. From her father.

She is to be married off.

Cooking meals, making babies.

Doesn't seem the type.

Enough to betray her own father?

We will know for sure with what happens to him.

- The messenger? - Keep an eye.

Why aren't you on Main Street?

Sold out. Even Mr Cummins bought a copy.

To regurgitate for his next edition, no doubt.

People are angry. Because of the story you wrote.

This is our job. We tell the truth, no matter how difficult.

If you have a complaint, there's a queue.

All on the word of a prostitute.

And a quack doctor.

I simply wrote she was with a Chinese travelling companion.

I have no problem who she wanted to be with, who she loved.

It's not your fault?

- It's what's true. - Then why Annie Thomas?

Why is she so special? Because she's one of yours?

- That's nonsense. - Really?

You would go through all this effort

if it was a Chinaman's body they found out there?

And you're all about the truth?

A woman...

pretending to be her own dead husband.

Running a paper she neither earned nor has the sense to manage.

Best thing is to save his memory any further shame

and pack it up before you do any more damage.

Come to my office again,

I'll have you arrested.

Yes, make yourself at home.

You have a problem.

There was a tracker there that night. He saw.

Who?

Couldn't be more specific than it being a Chinaman.

Standish, it's not always...

One of your people is going to hang.

It's too late to change that.

I'm trying to give you a chance to make sure it's the right one.

You decide or we will.

The Commissioner wants him alive, so give him what you have to.

Don't leave me.

They're gonna hang you if you can't say who it was.

Is there anything you can tell them?

She paid me.

With this.

- Can I help? - Are you the one wrote this?

That fella they have in jail, Tom,

he'll die unless someone does something.

He needs a lawyer. I print stories.

That all it is to you? A story.

- It's a turn of phrase. - You people are all the same.

Say one thing, mean another.

Lot of effort, just to fool your own self.

Let's call this conversation done.

She paid Tom with this.

Chinese gold.

Look at the shape.

Headman at the camp moved her body off the Chinese trail.

Set up those two outlaws to take the blame.

All him, all along.

Print that if you want a story.

Can I keep that?

No good to Tom now.

I need to hand over a killer.

I could pick anyone.

Some nobody.

Did I ever tell you how my parents died?

Soldiers killed them.

And I took my brother and ran.

Promised we'd never be like them.

Disposable.

You are not responsible for what he does.

It can't be him.

What now?

- Mr Leung, I'll be brief. - I hope so.

Simply, if you'd be good enough to share your expertise.

This is how Annie Thomas paid the tracker to take her that night.

- Where'd you get that? - Not familiar?

Came from one of your people. The question is whom.

I could look into it.

I look forward to your report.

Sun!

I didn't want to believe it.

You could have at least had the sense

to put it back where you stole it from.

I wanted to. It was the only thing left of her. I...

No.

No, I swear I didn't...

I didn't hurt her. I only wanted...

I loved her.

Tell me.

Tell me! I took the gold.

We were running away, together.

In the bush, we were attacked by outlaws.

And?

We ran.

They were getting closer.

It was dark. We got split up and...

She was dead when I found her. I don't know how.

That gold belonged to us!

I only took my share.

You don't care about me.

You don't care about anything but your damn money.

Why?

Get 'em out! Get 'em out of their tents.

Get 'em all out.

Line 'em up!

Get 'em all out.

You, in line!

- What's happening? - You were warned.

What about that one?

What about that one?

Or him? What about him?

Bloody waste of time. I said it, they all look the same.

Hands off, I'm the headman!

What about...

... him?

All right. Him?

Well, get a move on, Jackie.

It's got to be one of them fucking bastards.

Him.

Him!

Hoi, you! Wait!

But what if it wasn't him?

The Englishwoman wrote there was a lover involved.

I wonder, now,

who else could there be that you would go to such lengths to protect?

Don't have long for your... jibber-jabber.

The Commissioner will be here soon enough.

I didn't do it.

I swear.

I didn't kill anyone.

Sun was the one with her.

I know.

Shing...

Shing!

"The night she died,

Annie Thomas was escaping the goldfields

with a 'companion'...

... connected to the celestial camp."

Means she was fucking a Chinese.

You know how they do it?

They dope them up with that Chinese tar.

Then have their way with her.

Probably more than one of them.

And then when they're done with her,

not enough just to kill her, no.

They've got to cut her fucking open.

- Shut up! - No.

You've got to hear it.

We have to make order.

Not just for your girl,

but for the next one.

And the next.

- Mrs Roberts. - Mr Standish.

The arrest. I want to speak to him.

You really think it's as simple as he just killed her for no reason?

- Not for me to judge. - No.

Because you'd rather just go with what spares you trouble.

You have me wrong, madam.

Do I?

You're Shing's man. Gok, is it?

You have no reason to trust me,

but it seems like you're thin on options.

They're saying you were Annie Thomas's lover.

You got her with child, took her into the bush and killed her.

You can take the truth with you or you can speak it.

But one thing's sure. If you don't... you will hang.

Night before the mid-Autumn festival...

I was going about my business in the camp.

I saw Sun leaving Shing's hut.

He was carrying his travel case.

He was headed north,

so I followed him.

It started to get dark.

I lost him.

I figured he was headed onto the trail to the gorge.

I was about to give up and turn back when I heard...

Run!

Run, run, run , run!

Oh... agh!

It was a white woman, in Chinese clothing.

Agh...

That's when I saw...

Annie Thomas?

I could see something was wrong with her.

Blood.

Where's Sun?

She must have thought I was there to kill her.

Wait, wait. I'm not...

I found her at the bottom of the cliff...

body on the rocks.

So I picked her up.

I could feel her spirit leave her.

That's when I heard something.

Must have been the tracker.

- Then how was she cut open? - I don't know.

It matches with what the doctor said about her body.

And that the cut happened later.

Why didn't you say something before?

That I killed a white woman, but only by mistake?

Shing would not forgive that.

So I kept quiet.

I was loyal.

So now I hang.

Yes? May I help?

God, it stinks in here.

Is that shit

or just a natural smell of a Chinaman?

- Was she here? - I'm sorry, I don't know.

Annie Thomas! Was she in here?

This whole fucking place is a sewer.

No, no! I don't... No woman!

Tell me the truth.

Best just to burn the place clean, eh?

Now, or fucking never.

No.

Do it!

Just wait.

Oh!

Not just a traitor, eh,

but a fucking coward too.

Agh!

May I sit?

Your man didn't do it.

- How do you know? - She slipped. Fell.

Your man Gok was there. Said he was following your brother.

The cut happened later. Who's responsible is still a mystery.

I didn't know.

He was afraid to tell you.

I thought I could protect my brother.

Perhaps even that was a mistake.

- Do you have proof? - Just Gok's word.

- But I believe him. - That's not enough.

I never should have written what I did.

I thought it was right.

We all just try to survive.

Surely there's something you can do.

There is.

But I need your help.

Okay. Can you move?

Here.

Wait, and I'll boil some water.

I'm dying.

Leave.

Find your mob.

There's nothing here.

Do not judge,

and you will not be judged.

Do not condemn,

and you will not be condemned.

Forgive,

and you will be forgiven.

Came to say you won't be seeing me around here.

I'm off to find my family.

Try, anyway. Heard Sydney, maybe.

Good luck to you, then.

Don't need your shite luck.

You said to me once

"Don't let the bastards turn you into one of them."

I remember.

I'm not.

I can see.

Good. You're both here.

So you have new information to add to this debacle?

- I have. - Good.

We'll need it in writing.

We'll get this out of the way with a brief trial.

It was me.

That is not the way to fix things.

I can write a confession. In full.

No trial.

No fuss.

Just a coach ride to Melbourne.

And then hanging. Am I right?

There you have it, Standish. Your own headman.

Right under your drunken nose.

First, you free my man.

And that's all there is to it, then?

That's all.

Luck not going your way, Captain?

Mrs Roberts.

I seem to have hit a bad streak.

Well, perhaps I have a way to make that change.

From our mutual friend.

Would you like to know where it was found?

Where is the licence for this claim?

No?

Well, in the absence of a valid licence,

I hereby claim all gold derived from these diggings

to be the rightful property of the British Crown.

Now...

- Where's this boss woman? - No sign, sir.

Well, then?

And with the discovery of this rich seam,

we give you this chance

for every man to make his fortune,

under the hospitality and protection of the Crown.

Gentlemen...

Doesn't seem convenient, does it?

That the Commissioner single-handedly

discovers the largest seam in years?

It will make a lot of men rich.

And he'll be Lieutenant-Governor for this.

That's the story.

Very good.

Miss Roberts told us where the seam is.

You were right about the size of it.

There's a crossroads 20 miles east.

Shing...

Remind me to teach you poker some day.

Annie...

You came.

I'm sorry.

Not safe here.

Go. We go now.

Quickly, swallow the gold before they come.

Run!

Annie...

Annie...

Annie! Annie!

Help! Annie...

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