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[Suspenseful music plays]

[wind howling]

Bill: What if, for a hundred generations,

you lived with something,

knew it like your brother,

loved it as if it were your only child,

then someone came and decided they'd take it from you?

What if that someone was a plague

that had come to your lands

and had raped her hills and streams?

Would you let them do this?

Man: I got a feeling this little bag here more than suffice.

[Indistinct conversations]

Would you let them turn this eternal thing

that is the earth into things that cannot last?

This here champagne's all the way from France!

The land dies because of this.

[Laughter]

[Cork pops]

[Cheering]

And they will die, too, if the land dies.

We will all die.

Would you let someone do this...

kill not only the land and themselves

but you, as well?

Or would you fight?

Oh, hell.

Again?

Insides is in rebellion.

You didn't eat nothing.

The story I heard, a hungry man craps out his heart.

[Grunts]

- Hey, Bill? - Yeah?

What you gonna do with all your riches you get out of here?

Buy a 100 acres of prime, arable farmland in Vermont.

You ought to come give it a visit.

[Splashing]

Ugh. You concentrating in there?

I'm gonna by me an orange.

An orange?

Work camp in Dakota. A fella give me one.

It was like eating a color in juice form.

A fruit right out of Eden itself.

Inside, it's already sectioned up.

A fruit divided into bites for you...

it's like it grew for man to eat it.

[Grunts]

Almost makes you think of the creator.

Feeling better?

- Not really. - [Donkey braying]

I'm just hungry, is all.

Not a speck of food in all of Dawson...

that's edible, anyway.

The meat in town will kill you.

All this goddamn gold and we can't get a good meal.

You watch over claim 152.

I'll lessen the world of an elk.

Claim 152 shall be watched over.

You're gonna need some help bringing back the carcass.

I know a spot where the elk drink not 10 miles from here.

We're burning daylight. Let's get to it.

[Birds squawking]

[Elk grunt]

The elk... they break up the ice with their hooves,

look around for wolves,

but they don't expect a bullet from afar.

[Bird screeches]

Oh, we know it's coming our whole lives

but it's always a surprise.

[Lid pops]

Bullet from afar.

You seen a lot of death, huh?

[Grunts]

That's what soldiering will do for you.

Amazes me you can still shoot without a thumb.

You just learn anew, is all.

Where were you when it happened?

Oh, a skirmish in Buenos Aires.

[Chuckles]

Me being a man and the enemy being men, too,

in the midst of battle,

it's kind of like telling one elk from another.

Army calls men in my situation an accidental hostile.

- Shot by your own, huh? - [Loads gun]

Yeah.

Well, I was trained as a sharpshooter.

I was stationed on a hill about a 100 yards from the battle.

I got hit in the back, shoulder.

Lost way more blood on those two, but the damn thumb...

[Chuckles]

You know, the prehensile thumb

is what allowed early men to use tools.

It's what distinguishes man from ape.

Army turned me into an ape.

Would you mind cocking this for me?

I can load and shoot, but...

[Chuckles] I have difficulty with the barrel.

Your speciality, isn't it?

[Gun cocks]

Taking down a target from afar.

Kind of like how your friend went down,

is what you're saying.

[Gun cocks]

You know, the one that took down your friend...

it would have had a louder report.

It meant it came from a bigger-bore gun than this peashooter.

And you know that how?

It was in the mine next to yours, don't forget.

I may not be worth much, but I do know rifles, friend.

How loud it was, must have a .45, .50 caliber.

You do know rifles.

It was a .45.

Not a .30 caliber like this one.

[Chuckles]

See them peaks there?

Well, that valley between there

is protected from the wind.

There's a shelter there. It's made of logs and bark.

Abandoned by the tlingit.

Place like that, a man could survive for years.

Just living and hunting.

No need for gold. Just the essentials.

[Elk grunts]

[Exhales sharply]

For your hands are defiled in blood,

your fingers with iniquity.

Your lips have spoken lies.

Your tongue hath muttered perverseness.

- No defiler has eternal life. - Sabine: Father.

I'm thinking prayer is not gonna help much right now.

Not like a good nap will.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

I think you'd better come back later, Bill.

He's not well.

Sabine, uh... maybe a bit of whiskey

hasten that nap you were talking about.

Think I might need some myself.

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Pretty sure I know who killed my friend.

It was Goodman.

Wasn't it?

A murderer walks amongst us.

That's not God's plan.

[Chuckles] What makes you think he's got a plan?

Hmm?

You don't have to say it.

You don't have to break the bond.

Just nod.

God ain't watching you.

I promise he's not.

[Rosary beads click]

[Exhales sharply]

We're all one thing, you know.

You kill another, you kill yourself...

become a ghost.

No small talk?

I'd rather just carry your bag to wherever it needs to go.

I liked it better when you used to smile.

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations]

The air smells nice.

Beautiful.

[Crows cawing]

I heard you visited me while I was sick.

I have a memory of our... hands touching.

Did I do the touching or did you?

Me?

[Chuckles]

I just can't help but play my cards around you,

for some reason.

Listen...

There's some things I got to do.

Don't you give me the "soldier going off to war" speech.

I seen that look as soon as you walked in...

the killer look.

The Yukon got you.

Didn't it, Haskell?

Ah, God damn it.

God damn it.

There ain't nothing noble in a fight.

Only in survival.

You go.

You get out while you can.

[Sighs]

I don't want to see you again, Bill.

Not with that look on your face.

Count: No need.

I just came to pay my respects.

You're dying, right?

I fail to see what that has to do with anything.

[Coughs]

Oh.

Typhus is a bitch, isn't it?

You know, this is just a wooden box.

You shouldn't have let me kill you over it.

You are genuinely insane, aren't you?

Probably.

You remember over by the cemetery,

and you told me that I was a dead man and not just in this life?

And that you, you said... you were saved?

[Coughs]

You know, you genuinely believed

that your God was gonna protect you from the typhus.

So I figured I was gonna win both ways.

Either you would somehow impossibly survive

and then I'd have proof that your God exists or...

You'd end up just as you are now.

I killed you.

I didn't even have to fire a shot.

So you're convinced that you've brought this down on me.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

So, your God should just strike me down right here.

Right?

A bolt of lightning from the heavens.

No?

Nothing.

This is all there is, Father.

There's only this life.

Soapy: [Muffled] Your hands are shaking, dentist.

Is it fear or distaste?

Might I ask where you practiced?

I don't practice. I just do.

My Father was a practitioner.

I learned from watching him.

I hope you took notes.

I'm an important man, you know.

I own 12 mines, all being worked by their former owners.

You've had good fortune.

Fortune's got nothing to do with it.

Fortune's a bitch.

Trick is to look for present-day 'tunities

and grab those 'tunities when they come.

And I just grabbed one.

We're cleaning up Dawson, Soapy.

That means we're cleaning you up.

How's that, now?

I'm just a law-abiding citizen,

a businessman just looking for 'tunities.

'Tunities like buying up real claims

and selling non-existent claims.

"Lawson City."

Could kill that printer.

I'm trying to find out where those claims are going.

The good news is, you're gonna tell me. Get up.

[Sighs]

Add armed resistance to the list.

[Groans]

I'm a bigger man than you, Superintendent.

You're gonna see that.

The world works in mysterious ways.

I am a bigger man than you.

- Howdy. - Man: New blankets?

Too much smoke!

Belinda: Why haven't the men been working?

We've got money to pay them.

It's not about the money.

It's about fear.

Laborers can't work on the hotel

because the Count's men are leaning on them.

God damn it.

[Sighs]

It's bad enough for a woman to be alone at night.

Even worse if she's carrying money.

You could kill me right now.

But the way I look at it,

you don't need a one-off, living hand-to-mouth,

shivering in the night for another man's agenda.

Which is exactly what you're doing for the Count.

I can offer you a steady cash flow.

Regular employment.

That right there will cover you for three weeks,

which is about three weeks more than the Count's offering.

[Dog barking in distance]

There will be more to come.

You don't just switch jobs with a man like the Count.

You're the one with the gun.

You can do whatever you want.

With him, he'll just get more men.

I get the feeling

there's an idea percolating somewhere in there.

We terminate the man...

terminate the relationship.

I want you to work for me.

I do not want you to kill him.

Well...

that's what it's gonna take.

I won't pay for murder.

I won't do that.

Yukon gets to all of us sooner or later, lady.

What do you say?

[Indistinct conversations]

Your prisoners have been sitting in their cells,

leading the life of Riley,

eating, drinking at our expense.

Why haven't they been hanged?

We're waiting on the weather.

The cold snap such as this,

the ropes have been known to burst.

You have two days to hang them, cold snap or no.

[Sighs]

Oh, and incidentally, you're to release Soapy Smith, as well.

Soapy Smith is a documented con man.

These mining camps you see around you?

They're just scraping at the gold.

In a few months, real companies will be here

to mine the area hydraulically.

And that has what to do with Mr. Smith?

Nothing.

It has to do with you,

[inhales sharply] Your role here.

You and Mr. Smith are both gnats.

[Chuckles] But necessary gnats.

In some ways, Mr. Smith is more necessary than you.

He's the middle man, isn't he?

Gathering up claims on the cheap before the big companies come.

You've done your Bible studies, haven't you?

The good book has a great word

that perfectly describes your position.

"Abide."

Superintendent?

Abide.

[Door closes] Mm.

I brought some food for your prisoners.

I thought they might be hungry.

They're not really going to be hanged, are they?

I have an order.

The problem with whores is we just want bedrock...

something certain, something good,

to get us out of the mess that we've made.

I thought you, on that day,

riding in with that spotless red jacket...

Anyway, I know you'll do the right thing.

Wait.

The smells in the church caught my attention.

I... I thought a lady... a woman...

It's rosewater.

[Inhales shakily]

[Chuckles]

Ahh!

Good on you.

[Chuckles]

[Indistinct conversations]

Butter knife.

They gave me a butter knife.

Eating like that in front of your men

might come across as callous.

Is that you talking or them, Sundown?

Man: We're waiting on our wages, sir.

Told there are others who will pay if you don't.

Lend us your knife, friend.

That won't do the trick.

Dumb as a doorknob, mate.

Tell him, Sundown. Tell him we ain't playing.

Tell him we're cold. We're hungry.

Yeah, tell him, Sundown, tell him. Um...

If you don't, I will.

You put some money in our hands right now

or we're gonna have a problem.

[Groaning]

[Sighs]

We're all hungry. We're all cold.

This is something that only money can fix,

but we're surrounded by it.

The mines.

Millions of years ago,

the good lord saw fit to put all that gold down there.

And now, men are just yanking it up,

randomly, out of the ground.

Men like Bill Haskell.

If you'll indulge me,

I say we just go and pay him and his mine a little visit.

After that, I can assure you, we'll all be eating sirloin.

Here.

Here, Sundown.

If anything ever happens to me, my half of the claim is yours.

That's a right strange thing to say.

And whatever gold I pulled out goes to my mother.

Address is in there in some of the letters I wrote.

Something you want to talk about?

You see, the older a man gets,

the more knowledge he accumulates

that dirties his view of the world...

a bunch of stuff you don't need in your head

that takes away the innocence.

No, Meek.

There's nothing I want to talk to you about.

You're good just as you are.

[Door closes]

[Breathing heavily]

[Floor creaks]

[Floor creaks]

[Gun cocks]

Move away from the entrance.

I'm unarmed.

So was Epstein.

You were after my claim from the beginning.

Was it worth it? Huh?

Was it worth it?!

You don't understand.

What?

Suffering.

[Gunshot]

[Gun cocks]

[Bottle shatters]

[Indistinct shouting]

Goodman! Goodman!

Where the hell is he?! Where the hell is he?!

He's got nowhere to run.

Winter will eat him up alive.

I need your dogs, Gorna!

[Shouting continues]

You can't be stupid enough

to think you're actually going out in this weather.

Only way I'm gonna find him.

Is it difficult...

To get blood out?

You can get the blood out of most things.

Except silk... I don't think...

A man come at me.

They do that, don't they?

Men.

They come at you.

[Clears throat]

Haskell's gone off to the wilderness.

What, in the dark?

By himself, too.

[Exhales sharply]

[Sighs heavily]

Carrot.

Carrot.

You're catching on.

Bar-chine.

Them "bars."

Feed-o.

"Freedom."

I...

Give.

Nem.

Name.

Feed-o.

You'll name your child "freedom."

I hope you have many sons.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

The tlingit... we have to release them.

You must be drunk.

They're to be hanged tomorrow.

Strip me of my uniform if you want.

I will not a party to murder.

Son of a... hey!

Hey!

[Horse whinnies]

The ones that are strong among them,

the ones that are wise, are rendered weak by power.

They think they can make change with words.

[Up-tempo music plays]

♪ Hanging from the gallows po-o-o-le ♪

But words, for them,

are only meant to manipulate, beguile, entertain.

Woman: ♪ from the gallows po-o-o-le ♪

[laughter]

They distract themselves from their sins,

but we see them.

We see what they've done.

Like wolves, we'll pick away at them around the edges...

take the weak, reduce their number.

Tonight, there will be no words,

only blood.

[Laughter in distance]

[Whistle]

Woman: ♪ hanging from the gallows po-o-o-o-o-o-le ♪

♪ hanging from the gallows po-o-o-o-o-o-le ♪

You made the right decision, sir.

[Eering]

Get some food in your belly for you and your beloved.

And, you can't eat gold, now, can you?

Especially if you don't got none.

Yep.

Hey!

Get a whiskey for me and my friend here.

I'm buying.

♪ Fare thee well to loved ones ♪

♪ farewell to... ♪

Ahh!

Well, I best be moving along.

I got other business to attend to.

Man: I hope you fare better than me.

I had nothing but bad fortune with that claim.

Fortune's got nothing to do with it.

Fortune's a bitch.

[Laughing]

Well, better luck next time.

[Chuckles]

Man: Watch out your piss doesn't freeze in midair.

It can climb back inside you before you know it.

- Shut up. - It'll kill you.

[Exhales deeply] Yeah.

[Urinating]

[Sighs]

[Groans]

What the hell?! We got shot! Hand me my rifle!

[Crowd gasps]

[Groans]

[Crowd screaming, shouting indistinctly]

Wait up, God damn it!

They're coming for the bracers!

[Gunfire]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Gunfire]

[Indistinct shouting]

Bill: Hike! Hike!

Hike! Hike!

Keep on!

Go ahead! Go ahead! Good dogs!

Whoa-a-a-a-a!

Whoa!

[Dogs barking]

[Echoing] Goodman!

[Bird screeches]

[Echoing] Goodman!

[Dogs barking]

Come out and meet me man-to-man!

[Indistinct conversations]

Where's the law?

Went out... all of them.

Hunt tlingit.

Count and his men, too. Raced right out of here.

Is Meredith suddenly helping out the law?

No, they ain't.

What are you talking about?

Count and his men...

they weren't going after natives.

They was going after Bill Haskell.

[Dogs barking]

[Gun cocks]

[Dogs barking, whimpering]

Are you gonna shoot your way out?

[Laughs]

Take his dogs.

Get his gun.

I could shoot you.

Kill him.

Shoot him yourself.

If only you had a gun, huh?

- I feel bad for you, mate. - Yeah, I wouldn't.

Let's go!

Get the guns on it!

Let's go! Come on!

[Gun cocks]

[Gunshots]

[Gun clicking]

Well, this is a bit of a predicament.

You come near me, I'll kill you.

[Dogs barking, howling]

Hike!

Hike!

A thousand to one, we make it to Dawson.

I say we work together.

Ow!

Or we could do that.

We do that, if you want... we can turn this into a fight.

Killing you'd take too much energy.

Oh.

You got any matches?

No?

You got gloves, though, don't you? Eh?

- You gonna kill me for those? - Maybe.

Maybe not.

You want to give me one?

Correct me if I'm wrong...

all right, I might be mistaken...

but... Dawson's that way, right?

Forest will cover us from the wind.

Yeah, but it will add 10 more miles.

I don't want to be out in this cold any longer than I have to.

You know what I mean?

You stay out here in this wind when you shortcut it,

you'll freeze fast.

There's cold, and then there's cold.

[Breathing heavily]

Really suggest you come with me.

You're just trying to keep me close, aren't you?

So I don't get to that claim before you.

You go that way, I don't got to worry about you.

Well, then, you should be encouraging me, shouldn't you?

I don't like seeing men die.

Doesn't matter who they are.

[Bird screeches]

You know, a few extra right turns

and I might have been you.

Kiss Belinda for me.

[Horses snorting]

[Horse whinnies]

[Wind howling]

[Horse whinnies]

Man: There he is!

[Gunshot]

Hyah!

[Wind howling]

[Panting]

[Wind howling]

Don't freeze to death if you can help it.

The worst part is how time slows.

Pain stretches out like the body's being crushed.

You pray for oblivion, for the numbness of death.

But mostly, it's the thoughts,

the wrong turns taken.

What is it to be rich but without hope?

To lose a friend and never know justice?

Have we all come here for the wrong reasons?

Is there a way out?

[Horse whinnies]

[Indistinct shouting]

If he doesn't stop, bring him down.

[Weakly] Hey!

[Indistinct shouting]

Hyah! Hyah! [Gunshot]

Hyah! [Gunshot]

Bring him down!

Get him! Hyah!

[Gunshot] Ah!

Whoa!

[Weakly] Hey!

He-e-y!

[Horses whinny]

Stay down!

[Groans]

Where is he?

You won't get any medical help unless you talk.

[Groans] You understand?

He was headed for him. Had to be.

There's a valley that way.

Out of the wind with trees for shelter

and a creek for water.

Be the sort of place a man of the land would hide.

Let's go!

[Weakly] Hey!

He-e-e-e-y!

He-e-e-e-y!

[Panting]

[Panting continues]

Belinda: Hike!

Hike!

[Dogs panting] Hike!

[Grunts]

[Wind howling]

Hike!

Hike!

[Dogs barking, howling]

Hike!

Hey, there! Whoa!

[Grunting, panting]

Go!

Hike!

Go!

Go! Hike!

[Panting]

Hike!

Hike!

Go!

Hike!

[Meeker sighs]

[Gold sizzles]

Mm.

[Clunks]

Oh, hell.

[Groans]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Grunts]

[Sighs]

Better than confession, shitting.

No offense, lord.

Purges a man of all that's ungodly and untoward.

It's that one right there.

Yeah. There it is.

Come on, get in there.

There's gold here.

If you call a couple of ounces "gold."

152's supposed to be a whale Yielding pounds, not ounces

what the hell are you guys doing in here?

Where's the rest?

It ain't yours to take.

That's where you're wrong, friend.

[Dogs barking]

Whoa!

Take him upstairs.

Mary, hot water... I want every goddamn drop in Dawson.

Yes, ma'am.

[Grunting]

[Horse whinnies]

Sir!

[Gunshot] [Horse whinnies]

[Gunfire]

Keep on!

[Cocks gun]

Mary, that's nowhere near enough.

I know. It takes time to heat.

There is no time!

Coffee service from the kitchen, tea...

anything, Mary, just go! Go. Go!

Now you stay with me.

Grab everything.

[Crowd murmuring]

Haskell.

Don't just stand there!

Open your eyes!

[Voice breaking] Open your eyes.

More, goddamn it!

He's dying.

More!

Haskell.

Haskell!

Go! [Gunfire]

Whoa!

[Horse whinnies]

Forget the rest! Only him!

Hyah! Giddap!

Come on! Giddap!

[Gunfire continues]

[Horses whinny]

Hyah!

[Gun cocks]

[Horse whinnies]

[Heavy breathing]

Sure... thing.

Sure thing what?

To be in the business,

I'll probably need to shove his ass out of the fire.

Thank you.

You don't value your life enough,

throwing it away for revenge.

You got too much good in you.

Wonder.

Things in me now aren't the things I came up with.

They're sharp-edged...

Burning...

like they're trying to eat the meat off my bones

from the inside.

[Exhales deeply]

I want to keep you here in this very room till spring.

Buy you the first ticket out...

so you don't become like the rest of them.

Let's do this one last time.

Everyone knows this claim's yielded,

and I know that that gold hasn't gone into town.

I got people in places

who knows who's weighing what where,

who's selling what where.

And your gold ain't sold.

Where is it?

I'm gonna tell you again, there ain't no gold in that bench.

There ain't no gold in this camp.

The only thing you're gonna pull out of this camp is shit,

and you're welcome to that.

[Gun cocks]

We ain't gaming no more, friend.

Where... is... it?

You may be stupid, but you're smart enough to know

gold ain't worth dying for.

Well, by that logic,

it ain't worth killing for, either, now, is it?

[Match strikes]

[Blows]

[Knock on door]

[Sighs]

Enter.

[Whispering indistinctly]

Thank you.

[Door closes]

[Door opens, closes]

[Indistinct chatter]

The hell's going on?

Something you got no part of.

Go on.

You got that killing look.

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

Maybe I'm just trying to scare someone

so something doesn't happen that don't need to.

Goodman.

- You go on, Bill. - Son of a bitch came back.

Couldn't hack the wilderness.

I'm the one who's gonna handle this, you understand?

This is my fi...

[gunshots]

[People screaming]

Well, go ahead, shoot.

I shot your son-of-a-bitch friend, all right?

Why?

Why do you think?

I got there first.

I was on 152 before it was 152.

I stood right on that ground.

But you didn't stake it.

That's 'cause I didn't see what you saw.

There's no reason in the world it should have been you.

So, a man just... gets tired

of being dealt crappy cards by the universe, you know?

So, come on, son.

You get on with it.

I ain't gonna do any killing today.

Yeah, you are.

Somebody's gonna.

You can sure bet somebody's gonna.

Don't.

He's bullshitting.

He's not.

[Gunshot]

[Breathing heavily]

Shut up, Haskell. You don't say nothing.

[Sighs]

It was my fight.

And you thought it would bring your friend back.

Did it?

The day's gonna come where you're gonna get out of here,

carrying your gold and all the rest.

What I just did is make sure that you don't leave

with the weight of killing a man, as well.

And yet, you're willing to carry it.

I ain't getting into heaven, Haskell.

[Chuckles]

I burned those bridges long ago.

Man: Forgive me for my sins, Father.

Father Judge: You're forgiven.

Don't you want to hear them first?

From you, swift water, no.

I suffer from... from greed and avarice and, uh...

They're the same thing. You're forgiven.

I spend it on booze and on women.

[Coughing]

You're forgiven.

You're dying, ain't you?

Near to it.

Hey, you want in on something?

Dawson City, it... it's done.

Go home.

Now, see, that's what I'm getting at, see.

Now, what if I was to tell you

that I was privy to a new rush?

An even hotter one... nome.

Well, just try saying a few hail marys on the way up.

Well, thank you, Father. I actually feel better.

Well, then, maybe my trip up here

wasn't a complete waste of time.

What?

Nothing.

Father, I hope you didn't just say

what I think you just said.

'Cause if you ain't got no hope,

no one does.

Thank you, Father.

[Coughs]

[Door closes]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Laughing] Let's go!

Crap.

Could've used you not two minutes ago.

Whatcha talking about, Step?

Claim 152, right?

Gave me a take it or leave it at 50 cents on the dollar.

I didn't know, Haskell!

Hm.

Meeker!

Meeker?!

I'm done with the Klondike.

I want to go a place where there's oranges.

Oranges all year round.

Men don't kill each other for oranges.

And they're a hell of a lot more beautiful than gold.

Sundown did this.

He turned over the whole claim.

[Scoffs]

And they got the gold.

All of it.

[Scoffs]

Almost the whole claim.

Stroke of luck.

I wouldn't have thought of it

if I hadn't been purging my gut at the time.

God bless you, Joe Meeker.

[Laughs]

[Both laughing]

Oh!

Are you gonna get it or am I?

I'd say that qualifies us

as being rich men, wouldn't you?

Only if you get out with it.

Ain't no boat coming till the river thaws.

Don't know if I can wait four months to get out of this hole.

[Scoffs]

Four months of fighting off sons of bitches like Sundown.

Fighting for wood.

Fighting off mother nature.

[Sighs]

I'm tired of fighting, Bill.

I just want to go.

Then let's do it.

What, now?

Now.

- Overland? - Overland.

Huh. That's suicide.

Only if it kills you.

[Chuckles]

I knew I liked you, Bill.

There just ain't no "no" in you.

Might be the finest compliment anyone's ever paid me.

[Scoffs]

I'm headed out, brother.

I wish I was taking you with me.

I guess I am, in a way.

We were richer, then, weren't we?

When we had nothing in our pockets,

just a head full of hope.

That's what I'll carry...

what we were in that moment in time.

Worth more than anything

any man could ever pull out of the ground.

You watch over me.

I'm going home.

[Sighs]

Bring him.

Bill: If they're hanging him for the death of my friend,

they got the wrong guy.

Oh, they got the right guy.

He murdered a mountie.

Justice will be served.

Tlingit might disagree.

You're a worldly man, Father,

but sometimes justice doesn't just need to be justice.

Sometimes justice needs to be seen.

Pity you, killing for another man's agenda.

No.

You put two of my men in the ground.

And I lost men, as well.

Who wins?

Perhaps they've killed us both.

[Crowd murmuring]

I'm headed out.

I heard.

I heard you bought up

everything at the dry-goods store in preparation.

It turns out gold has some uses, after all.

Come with me.

Is that some sort of proposal, Mr. Haskell?

- It's halfway to it. - [Breathing shakily]

Younger version of me jumped into your arms...

but I come too far, Bill.

My whole life,

trying to get a piece of something.

Well, I got it.

[Chuckles]

I got it here.

Everything I got invested in the Fairview Hotel...

Sell it.

Hell, [Bag thuds] I'll buy it from you.

[Both laugh]

That makes exactly no sense, Haskell.

Who gives a God damn about sense?

Sense never got anyone anywhere.

There's sense in the world.

If I go back to the states, I'm a...

[Sighs] I'm a midwife...

or a laundry girl.

I can't even vote.

There's no place in the world for a woman down there.

There's a place with me.

No, there's not, Bill.

[Sighs]

Not for me.

[Sighs]

You'll make it out.

You know how I know?

'Cause you're too damn good for the Yukon, Bill Haskell.

[Groans]

- [Dogs barking] - You gonna be all right?

Well, physically, no.

But I still have high hopes for the spirit.

[Chuckles]

Thank you.

Take care of him.

You ready?

No. But yep.

[Dogs barking]

Hike! Hike!

Hike!

Hike! Hike!

Hike!

Father.

I apologize, but I don't have the energy for a sermon.

Well, that's okay.

[Coughs] What's going on?

We're fitting you for a coffin.

I'm not completely dead yet, in case you haven't noticed.

You just sit back, relax. Understand?

Bill: Stay, GQ!

Good dog!

Hike!

Good dogs.

The pessimist in me's thinking, "we're gonna die out here."

What's the optimist say?

[Scoffs]

"At least there ain't traffic."

[Wind howling]

Ground's too cold to dig. Bodies won't go in till spring.

But the ice will keep them cold till then.

[Flash clicks]

[Crowd murmuring]

- Man: Mr. Capson. - [Flash clicks]

[Clears throat]

Not to be too crass,

but that picture just made you a lot of money.

You'll no longer be

Head Superintendent of last chance outpost...

you'll be commissioner of a far larger department.

Development's coming now.

Bigger population,

more tax revenue to pay dutiful men like you.

Not me.

What?

The state can't pay a man if he's no longer in their employ.

You're... what? You're not...

Tendering my resignation.

You've done the hard stuff, Superintendent.

You're quitting at exactly the wrong time.

I can't just find another lawman.

You and I, we have a shorthand.

Well, that's the problem...

that I could have a shorthand with a man like you at all.

Don't worry, it's not worth anything.

It's just tin.

Bill: Easy! Easy! Whoa!

[Dogs barking, whining]

Let's see what we've got.

River, I think.

[Dog howling]

Go easy with it.

[Howling continues]

What?

Just thinking.

Thinking what?

That you hid the gold in shit.

I did, indeed [Chuckles] hide gold in shit.

How many times in the history of this great human race

do you reckon that's happened?

Precisely never. [Laughs]

Whoa!

[Chuckling]

Ah!

[Laughing]

Every time I start hating mother nature,

she goes and gives me something like this.

I know nothing, Haskell!

[Ice cracking] I know nothing!

[Cracking intensifies]

Meek!

[Yelling]

[Panting]

Aah!

Aaah!

[Breathing heavily]

[Breathing heavily]

Whoever it is that puts us through this struggle...

whether it's God, the land ...Why do you do it to us?

What good comes from such pain?

From such loss and death?

[Indistinct conversations]

Coffin's ready, Father.

Father, come on now.

Come on, Father.

One, two, and...

Here we go. Good man.

Bit premature, don't you think?

See, now, that's problem with funerals, Father...

always happen way too late.

Funeral's the biggest moment of a man's life!

Everybody weeping, hollering, saying what a good soul he was,

only he's never around to see it.

You think this is necessary?

Just lay down, will you?

Let him give something back to you, okay?

♪ Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho ♪

♪ Joshua fit the battle of Jericho ♪

♪ the walls came tumblin' down ♪

[Trumpet plays]

[Laughs]

[Trombone plays] [Sighs]

[Music continues]

[saxophone plays]

Maybe it's dying's just another thing.

Another season passing through while the world goes on.

Winter tries its best to kill us,

and even if you somehow make it through and spring comes,

the struggle just starts new.

____

You got any citrus?

There gold?

Everywhere.

You just got to know where to look for it.

The question is,

does the struggle and the hardship make us better?

Give us strength? The right priorities?

Or does it leave us scarred?

[Flash clicks]

Man: Is it true, Mr. London, you lived all this?

They're saying you're the new voice

of American exceptionalism.

Man 2: How much of this is drawn from what actually happened?

And from those scars,

from those dead landscapes within,

can good things once again grow?

[Birds chirping]

[Fire crackling]

We're busted.

They're all going to Nome, now.

Bypassing Dawson completely.

Never know.

Tomorrow might have something in it today don't.

In the end, the answer's "yes,"

from dead lands, new things can grow...

things like wisdom

and the simplicity of the world, from a man's needs.

Because the truth is,

you don't need anything...

except maybe hope.