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♪ All in the merry month Of May ♪

♪ When the dreambuds They were swelling ♪

♪ Young William Green On his deathbed lay ♪

♪ For the love Of Bairbre Allen ♪

♪ He sent his servant To the town ♪

♪ To the place Where she was dwelling ♪

♪ Saying, Master's sick And he sent for you ♪

♪ If your name Be Bairbre Allen ♪

♪ Young William's Died for me today ♪

♪ I'll die for him ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

She is the mother of them all.

Ephesians, ciug... Eh, 5:19.

"And do not get drunk with wine.

For that is debauchery.

But be filled with the spirit,

addressing one another in psalms and hymns

and spiritual songs.

Singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart.

Giving thanks always and for everything.

To God the Father, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.

[baby crying]

-Billy, what happened? -He hit me with timber, Ma'am.

-And twice! -Moses!

-I tried to stop him. -Put him down and get out.

I'm his father, Mrs. Hopkins.

I'm his father.

[theme music playing]

You may have fathered him,

but that gives you no right.

It does.

I'm not trying to take him from you.

No one will take Moses from me!

Moses?

Look, I have a duty.

I'm his father and his mother is dead.

No! I'm his mother.

I just want to help.

However way we go about it, I want to help.

We have everything we need.

You might need a man to protect you,

better than poor old Billy here.

[baby gurgles]

Hey! Build that gallows sturdy now.

I won't hang from any old spindle.

I'll come back and haunt you.

Are you all right with this, Bridget?

The Judge wants to see us

and you don't say no to a Judge.

Anyway,

I might sleep better after seeing Galvin in his cage.

Ah, Bridget.

Bridget, my heart.

You've been on my mind.

Do you miss me awful?

Here,

what do you think of your handiwork?

I'm glad I didn't kill you.

But you want to watch me swing.

I've no interest in seeing you on a gallows.

I only want justice for my friend.

You'll have justice.

And here's what it's gonna look like.

I am going to wear your scalp.

And while I'm wearing it,

I'm gonna take what you owe me,

with interest.

Right, enough. Let's go.

With interest, Bridget!

You're gonna hang for all you've done.

I'll pray for your soul.

I've seen enough death.

Haven't you?

I'd seen enough before the Typhoid.

And I've seen enough of this place entirely.

That man doesn't act like a Judge.

Trying to talk you out of witnessing.

Then all that craic inside there!

Sam Steele himself put him in charge. He's the Judge.

Padraig, let's just go.

We'll leave immediately.

A fond farewell to your brothers and we'll sail home.

We've enough gold.

-We can't leave before the trial. -Why can't we?

Let them do what they like with Galvin.

It won't bring Jim back.

He'll have justice, just like you said yourself.

Justice.

Don't you mean revenge?

We've a duty as witnesses.

We've a duty to each other.

Please, Padraig.

Let's go home.

Have you to choose between me and the hospital?

I have work to do. I'm needed here.

When you work for me, you live like nuns.

Happy nuns,

but nuns nevertheless.

And if you do get into trouble,

come to me before it's trouble. Do you understand?

And if you want to go home, I'll help you with that.

And by George, if you want to buy in on a claim,

I'll help you with that too.

We women have as much right

to that gold out there as that rough bunch.

Just ask little Bridget Mannion.

Back to work.

Colonel Hopkins, you must recover.

The numbers don't stack.

I'm certain the girls are keeping more than their share.

It's time...

It's time...

J.J. learnt the book-keeping of running whores.

J.J.?

-You mean your son, John Jacob? -Yeah.

A frail boy.

Time will come to toughen him.

But for now, he needs...

...his mother.

Read this.

No one with these symptoms gets into the bath house.

You send them to the hospital, or on their way.

Good man.

-What did you want in the Nugget? -I was hunting Mici Ban.

No sign of him.

If he has a lick of sense, he's gone from Canada.

You know how much sense he has.

-He made a big mistake. -He knew well what he was doing.

Didn't I tell you the first day he'd do mischief?

He's our cousin.

Not anymore, he's not!

I mightn't see you until night. I've business with a man out at a claim.

-What man? -You don't know him.

And stay out of the Golden Nugget.

Mrs. Hopkins.

For your health,

I'd steer clear of that pest-house.

Your concern is for the health of my child.

My concern is for you too.

I wish to make a donation.

You can leave it with me. I'll pass it on to Padraig.

He has the run of the place.

[man retching and coughing]

They work there day and night, but still.

A man goes in there, he's coming out in a box.

I will entrust the donation to you, Mr. Connolly.

You have an opinion on me.

With killing your husband.

It was seen to be a fair duel.

I'm not a killer.

I'm a decent man, given half the chance to prove it.

I have not forgotten what you did for me at the auction.

Who's there?

Show your faces.

Connollys!

Get away from me!

Get away from me!

At ease, Colonel.

Billy is here to guide you to the hospital.

Ah, that plague pit?

He's Typhoid. Don't let him spit on you.

John Jacob...

[sobs] John Jacob!

Colonel! John Jacob is dead.

And I thank God for it.

Tom didn't want to discuss it. But that's Tom.

That's Tom. And I'm Seamus.

And we're not closing. Get it out of your head.

How many deaths will it take to convince you?

Watch who hears that talk.

God be with you, Seamus.

Maude, I'll fill them for you.

We've to fetch and boil our own water.

The bath house isn't safe.

We'll be half our time up and down to the river.

We'll have to hire porters.

We just got a donation from Mrs. Hopkins.

Here then. Hire a fleet of porters.

You can't just throw money at the problem.

There has to be responsibility.

I have to catch Mici Ban.

We're not closing. And that's that.

Do you know what Tom would do if he found you in our tent?

Oh, I do. He'd put me in the ground, still breathing.

You're fond of tales about us.

Well I'll tell you a good one.

One time, Tom put a gun to my head in the middle of the street.

I heard that.

Then remember it next time you put your head to Tom.

There. I'm out of the fucking tent.

I have the funds for a hotel anyway.

You do. Blackmail money.

Stop fucking calling it that.

I only wanted my fair due.

You have your funds, so off you go.

But you'd want to travel farther than the hotel.

I'm taking the river tomorrow.

And Seamus...

Will you tell Tom I've no hard feelings?

I won't be telling Tom I laid eyes on you at all.

[indistinct chatter]

Judge Lewis.

Approach the bench.

You backing out as a witness?

No, I'm more set than ever.

It's about in the bath house.

It's too dangerous with this epidemic.

We need to order a shut-down.

-Don't that place belong to your brothers? -It does.

But they won't hear sense.

You showing up here like this,

is not respectful.

You've not been invited.

I've been waiting a long time on that invite.

You're here now.

I must offer you hospitality.

I'm here with all due respect.

For you as Chief,

and as El Soo's guardian.

You showed what respect you have last Spring,

when you took El Soo into your home,

without my permission.

I didn't take her.

She came to me.

You shamed us!

It doesn't matter now.

She's pledged to marry.

Marry who?

He's of the Mi'kmaq tribe.

And it is none of your business.

No, this is wrong and you know it!

You don't tell me what is right and wrong.

I love her. She loves me.

I heard you. Now you can go.

[foreboding music playing]

We have to talk.

You're set on staying and I'm set on leaving.

Neither of us is giving in.

So, what now?

Padraig, are you listening?

I am listening.

The trial needs only the one witness.

You mean yourself?

And where will I be?

Hiding up a tree?

In the morning, you'll go ahead to Seattle.

I'll follow after the trial and the epidemic.

I'm not yours yet to be packed and shipped.

Listen!

Irish Pat can fucking threaten me all he likes.

But I won't see you in danger again.

I don't want to see you in danger either.

So, come away with me.

For God's sake, Padraig.

I can't.

We're like two stubborn rocks,

knocking off each other.

Won't we do great things once we're facing the same way?

You'll go in the morning.

And I'll be three weeks behind you.

On my father's soul.

[lively music playing]

You're becoming a real pet of mine, aren't you?

Do you ever think of going back?

To Ireland?

Yes. Ireland.

I'm on the river in the morning.

I don't hear of anyone getting rich back there.

I'm going back,

and they'll know I'm back!

Oh, they will!

I'd say you'll free the nation!

I'll free them.

It's down to me now, sure Charles Stewart Parnell is dead.

[singing Irish song]

[singing continues outside]

No!

You little bitch!

You little whore!

Have you seen Una?

Have you seen Una?

Fine boots here for anyone who wants them.

They're the first rubber boots in the territory.

She is taking 100 US dollars a pair.

She will make... mon Dieu!

Perhaps 50,000 dollars!

Mr. Smith, my Lord.

These are for you.

I'll ship the half of them to Dawson. their original destination.

I hope you're having success with your whiskey?

Madam Belinda, there is no shortage

of bad whiskey.

We... How can I say?

We carry coals to Newcastle.

I may take it off your hands.

Let's talk it over.

What the fuck? Get out of here!

We're doing our share to stop this epidemic!

This isn't fucking fair!

The fairness ain't up for dispute.

I made my judgment.

You can't just waltz in here and put an honest man out of business.

You got a problem, take it up with your brother,

the nurse.

All aboard for Skagway city!

All aboard!

And you three weeks behind me.

Three weeks.

If I have to swim down the coast to get to you.

All aboard!

We have to go now. We got to go.

[somber music playing]

[music continues playing]

You're not up here thinking about Skookum Jim.

My thoughts are my own business.

The Whites burn the forest where we trap.

They poison the rivers where we fish.

And now they blame us for their murders.

You hiked up here to give me

another one of your speeches about the Whites.

They have taken everything from me. Even killing my brother.

I only have speeches left.

You had me.

And you chose to sell me.

Sell you? No.

I'm trying to buy you a future.

I'm trying to buy a future for our tribe.

And I have no say in that future.

He came to see me.

Who?

Tom Connolly.

I think we might have a deal.

Madame...

Every moment in your company,

reveals a new talent or virtue.

Laid on a little thick, but thank you, my Lord.

I would not be your Lord, Belinda...

I only beg you, to consider accepting me as your husband.

Are you making a joke?

I am in earnest.

Well...

I suppose I could take some time to consider it.

I shall wait in agony.

Back to work!

El Soo is no longer pledged to you.

-I'm sorry. -No shit, she ain't.

Her freedom was my last gift as Chief.

You'll pay.

If my little money

will settle this,

it is yours.

I don't mean money.

I mean, you will pay.

I never knew a small town with so much contrariness

and disputation.

I've news.

While Sam Steele conducts his investigation,

Mister Angel has been doing some investigating of his own.

Mister Angel discovered,

the Indian did them horrible murders on the trail.

The self same old Chief,

that shot his own brother down.

That vile murder, for which you were blamed.

-Vile... -Oh.

And around sunrise,

the scalp collecting devil,

is gonna carve up some acquaintances of yours.

Bridget Mannion and the Connolly boy.

We're gonna have ourselves a wild old time.

Jacob.

Can you comprehend me?

You should not die without knowing,

you have signed your will to Moses.

And his father is Seamus Connolly.

You have left your entire fortune to a Connolly bastard.

Goodbye, Jacob.

[breathing heavily]

[thunder rumbling]

Padraig, horsemen coming up the trail.

Hurry up back to your tent.

Wait until I call you.

[suspenseful music playing]

It's my brothers!

You think I'm wrong about the bath house.

Well, come and see the Typhoid in the hospital.

-Why did you go to the Judge? -I'm trying to save lives.

You made the hospital your business.

It should be everyone's responsibility.

Padraig, there's plenty chance for you to play the saint

back in Ireland, the way things are back there.

The bath house will open again soon.

And your money will roll in again.

You're a fucking Judas.

Tom, go easy. There's no need to call him a Judas.

You're going to tell me who a Judas is and who isn't?

-You? -Go on, lads.

Have another scrap.

No scraps, Padraig.

But I'll say it again.

Leave that fucking hospital, before it kills you.

Go home. Catch up with your Bridget.

Ye could have a great time in Ros Muc. You're rich.

You're angry,

because you're used to giving the orders.

If I give the orders, it's not to humor myself.

I'm looking out for the three of us.

-And no one else. -There's only us, Pad.

There's only the three of us

and what we can fit in our pockets.

I have Bridget.

Well, have sense and go after her.

I'll give it to Seamus. He's right on that one.

Here.

Thanks.

You'll do me one favor.

Anything.

When you go home to Ireland,

put it about that I died in a mine explosion.

It will make your life at home easier.

And I want no more Connolly Bans following me.

You'll see I'm right about the bath house!

[thunder rumbling]

You'll never regret this. I'll help you like a son.

You should know,

for the Taagish,

the Chief's sister is the one who carries the line.

After me,

your first son will be Chief.

Wait.

You'll stay the night with us, the storm.

You call this a storm? [laughs]

How it has been jolly partnering up with you.

Almost like the old days.

But poor Dominion can't support too many men of our kind,

you know?

-Entrepreneurs? -[both laughing]

[thunder rumbling]

I cannot leave.

I have proposed marriage to Belinda Mulrooney.

Have you got the fucking Typhoid?

I dearly wish to marry Belinda.

I await for her response.

Does she even know who you really are?

I am the Comte de Carbonneau.

I have been since over 20 years.

Yeah!

Ever since I thunk the name up for ya.

[knock at door]

He's back, Ma'am.

The Colonel?

No, Ma'am. The Connolly.

It is past evening.

This is not respectable.

I don't care for surprises.

In future, if you wish to visit Moses

it'll be arranged in advance.

I'm not here to see Moses.

[instrumental music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[stuttering] Justice!

Justice!

Will come down!

It will come down!

From King Solomon's Dome!

[shushing]

Justice will come down... heavily!

Sleep, now.

Shouting about justice, imagine.

And poor, sweet Jack dead there.

And a ferocious old bastard like you alive and shouting.

Justice indeed!

You were one of Captain Pat's whores.

Once I was. Now, I'm a nurse.

[coughing and retching]

Connolly poisons me.

Sends a whore,

to hasten my end.

[whispers fiercely] This bastard lives

in place of my son!

I will have justice.

[music intensifies]

Drown then, you bastard!

Who's your Captain?

Yes, sir.

That'll do fine.

[thunder rumbling]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music continues playing]

[both grunting]

Moses.

King Solomon's decree...

The bastard shall be halved!

[panting]

Billy...

You are fired.

It's all right, Billy. I'll find something for you.

Something quieter.

All you have to do is keep watch over that room up there.

But you know yourself. Any mistakes, and you'll answer to me.

Tell me I'm seeing things.

Seamus.

I was hoping you'd be in town.

Did you miss your steamer?

I need to talk to you.

Alone.

I talked with Jacob Hopkins.

He told me how he put you up to the dynamite.

If Tom found out,

someone would be in the ground, still breathing.

I wouldn't be at you at all,

only a whore robbed me.

Cleaned me out entirely.

A-ha!

Fuck!

Poor Mici.

You'd think she was a whore or something.

You have a number in your head?

Ten thousand. Ten would do it.

Ten thousand.

I see.

I'm not robbing you, Seamus. I'll pay you back.

If that's the case, ten thousand isn't much.

Do you know something Mici?

Tom and myself

have over two hundred thousand stashed.

I'm not tight-fisted like Tom.

How much do you need?

Twenty?

Twenty.

Do you know what my father used to say about the Connolly Bans?

I don't know.

What did he think of us?

He said ye'd do anything but work.

[both laughing]

[foreboding music playing]

Didn't he have ye right?

You were warned.

You were warned plenty.

Everything will come good now.

I know.

You know, Padraig was right about the bath house.

I'll hunt him out.

In the morning.

[grunting]

You did a lot of talking about slaving, Mici.

There's fucking slaving for you.

Mici Ban Connolly...

You were good craic sometimes.

But that's the best can be said of you.

Sorry, now.

Padraig's the man for the prayers.

[man gasps]

[grunting]

[choking]

[Peachy Taylor] Connolly and Mannion,

I need you to step on out here.

Mr. Connolly.

Put down the gun.

You're no gunfighter.

We both know that.

Where's Bridget?

She's well out of your reach. And that of your friends.

Hunt her out.

Son...

You had your chance to walk away from this.

No, Bridget.

Where is she?

Bridget!

[intense music playing]

Looks like this one fancies himself with a knife.

Mister Angel, care for the first dance?

You bunch of cowards!

May God forgive me.

He's gonna skin you alive, boy.

["Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power" playing]