An Klondike (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Petey darling, when you
coming to play again?

Ah Nellie girl, I'm still
getting over last time!

You know where I am.

Ah don't be telling me now
that those Connollys are

still up there wasting their
time with the Indian?

Your claim is too high up. The
gold has washed down past you.

Cold is on the way,
Mister Hopkins.

It's going to drop
like an anvil.

Make sure you and your
employees are ready.

Go find Irish Pat.

LIVELY MUSIC



Gentlemen, place your bets.

LIVELY MUSIC

TITLE MUSIC

I'm telling you, Tom!

The lads down in the town were saying
that the claim is too high up.

The gold and all will
be washed down past it.

White gravel means this
is an ancient river bed.

That right, Jim? Yup.

There will be the
talk of the town...

..and then there will be the
proof of the shovel in it.

Well now Tom, I can only see one
shovel around here showing any proof.

You there building your
little hen-house,...

..and the other lout is always
sewing something or other.

He's complaining again?



He is faith. Like an
old gate in a storm.

Snow is coming.

Maybe tomorrow,
maybe the next day.

When winter comes, you'll want
to be in more than a tent.

And your head is going to
want more than a slouch hat.

I'm not afraid of a
bit of cold, Jim.

Cold kills brave men
faster than cowards.

Tom, what was it that
brought us up here anyway?

Apart from that ridiculous map!

It was you that
brought us up here.

And we're going to keep on working
until I say otherwise. Alright?

You know that I have never missed
a payment, Captain Galvin.

I know that Violet, I know that.

- I'm just too sick to work.
- You poor thing.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you until
7 o'clock tomorrow.

And then your skinny
shanks are out in the mud.

You would do that?

To an Irish girl?

Let us see.

Other things I miss
from the real world.

A stroll on a spring morning,
down Newbury Street.

Yes, ma'am.

The fitting of a new gown.

Even the pricking of the pins.

Yes, ma'am.

I can't see why I have been sentenced
to this wretched place,...

..to suffer like Job.

Oh, but I can!

Because I married Mister J.J.
Hopkins.

Tell me, Bridget.

Do you wish to marry
someday and have children?

I do have the wish, ma'am.

Someday.

Before you marry, be certain that
your fiancée is interested...

..in putting more to your
belly than his fists.

God in heaven! I
crave distraction.

Find me some books, won't you?

I do be doing my hardest, ma'am.

Oh and Bridget, you must improve
your English or else...

..you'll attract only one of these
smelly Irish miners for a husband.

You gave up your room again?

Three lads from Germany
with diphtheria.

We had to put them
in quarantine.

I'll move them into that tent out the back.
You need to be in your own bed.

I have a donation
for the hospital.

That's extremely generous, Ms.
Mannion.

May God reward you.

Oh it's not from me, but from Mr.
Hopkins.

Is his gold not any good to you?

I know full well how
that man gets his gold.

This disgusts you, yet you don't
mind working for that other man?!

That's enough now, Paudie.

My thanks to Mr. Hopkins and my
blessing to you, lovely Bridget.

Father.

You should not take
their dirty gold.

And yet you have the right to pass judgement
on that lovely, kind, gentle woman?

This whole town was
built on greed,...

..and when you have that as
your foundation stone,...

..of course the place
will be filled with sin.

But it was amongst sinners
Christ himself walked.

And this world was good
enough for the Lord.

So it will be enough
for us as well.

And of course, the value
of gold is the same...

..it doesn't matter
where it came from.

And parted forever

My fair lad and me

That maudlin Gaelic
drivel may lubricate the

flow of tears at Belinda
Mulroney's place.

But here we need something
a little livelier.

It was one song.

You are here to rouse the tired blood
of these lonely, stinking men...

..so they get drunk to oblivion at my
bar, so they spend at my tables,...

..so they dance with
and fuck my girls.

Kate, me darling.

Just because it's not for sale,
doesn't mean it can't be displayed.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Sorry.

We'll get you to the
hospital now, Jim.

No, no white doctors.

Take me to T'ro'Chek.
The Indian Village.

That's too far away. We have
to bring him to the hospital.

Those Hopkins they treat me
like I'm a dancing girl.

I can't abide it.

Miss Mulryan. Will you be giving
us 'Mother Macree' again tonight?

Oh I don't know, you'll
have to wait and see.

I've a few surprises.

You can't abide the Hopkins, but you
allow these presumptions in the street.

It means I'm doing my job well.

When we're married, you'll need
to sing and dance for no one...

..but our beautiful
children and me.

I never said I was going to
leave the stage and I won't.

You complain about how
the Hopkins treat you.

You're surrounded at all times by
rough prospectors and fallen women.

The Klondike is a funny choice
if you dislike such people.

Fact is Kate, saloon
dancing and singing are no

occupations for the wife
of a Superintendent.

Are they not?! Why don't you put me
into one of your little cages there..

..and you'll have a
nightingale all of your own.

Don't go all Irish
on me now, Kate.

Micheál, how much longer do you
think it will be for the post?

I'm here since morning.

Some of them here are saying
it could take up to two days.

Will you ask if there's post
for the Connollys of Ros Muc?

I will of course.
Here, what's this?

What happened?

Your brother happened!

UPBEAT MUSIC

Dance with a man like this and
he'd rather fuck your mattress.

Sir, we are closed while
rehearsing entertainments.

Please return in an hour.

Play, 'My Darling Lies in Clover
But She Never Lies to Me' again.

Are you deaf?

I said, we're closed.

I send you here to secure gold
and I find you a dance master.

You meet my expectations.

Daddy.

You abandon us for
whiskey and fighting...

..and now you call
for us as you die.

This is my sister, El Soo.

Pádraig, we sorely miss
your cooking up there.

And you here letting on to be a
priest or nurse or something!

Am I supposed to leave men to die
here so I can fill your belly...

..while you fill your pockets?

The hospital doesn't have enough
money, or enough staff either.

Well, what about selling
your quarter of the claim?

Are you alright?

This is our brother,
Chief Isaac.

Hello.

Hey, I told you I'd
ask after your post.

Don't be insulting me with your gold and
that's the last word I'll say on it.

Ms. Mannion! I was
hoping to see you.

I have something small for you.

I wanted to say sorry to you because of
that time I climbed into your bedroom...

..and the insulting thing I
said to you this morning.

Your friend is a nurse by day, but
he visits ladies' bedrooms at night!

This is what I got.

To say that I'm sorry.

Well it's lovely, Pádraig.
It's lovely.

Ah sure, you couldn't come
as far as the Klondike...

..and not get a little
bit of yellow metal.

A little bit, is it?

A guest was staying with Mr.
Hopkins.

And I'm telling you, all I had to
do was put flowers in his room...

..and put hot water
in his wash bowl.

I accept your little bit as
an apology, Mr. Connolly...

..and not as charity.

Hey, tell me more about how you manage
to make your way into ladies' bedrooms.

Gentlemen! Victims of the catastrophe
that passes for a postal service.

I proudly present the
modern alternative.

Next.

'Dad. We three are well.
We miss you.

How was your trip home?
How is your health?'

You have an economy with words. This
comes to only seventeen dollars.

A small price for the assurance of
communication with a loved one.

Thank you.

Next.

I wish you had written ahead.

A resourceful man can get here
faster than that postal service.

Colonel Hopkins!

It's a wish come true!
It's a miracle!

Even the Northern wilds
fail to drain your beauty.

I have struggled here only to
deliver vital supplies for you.

Father, we have no occasion
here for such things.

Well I look forward to wearing them
when such an occasion does arise.

Thank you, Colonel Hopkins.

Without occupation,
your wife is wilting.

Why have you not
given her a child?

This is no place for a child.

And you have no interest in
conventional procreative activity.

Daddy, that is a calumny.

You know how to disprove it.

Dance master. Whore master. But the
owner of only six proven claims.

They spend their gold here
and we profit doubly by it.

Their gold?

Their gold?!

Place your bets.

There is enough gold in
the Klondike to change

the economy of the
entire United States.

It belongs to us, even when
it's still in the ground.

It is never their gold.

These men should be
working for you.

You pay them a working wage, let them
drink, gamble and whore with their wages.

Not with our gold.

UPBEAT MUSIC

SOMBRE MUSIC

He kept saying a name. Marie?

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Marie was his wife.

A white girl. They
loved each other.

But her people did
not like the match.

Nor did ours.

Jim was prospecting with his brother
in law, Lying George Carmack.

Jim found the first gold
here, did you know that?

He never mentioned it.

Lying George lived up to his name,
he cheated Jim out of the claim.

Soon after, Marie gave birth.

She died with the child.

Jim blamed the white doctors.

George went to San
Francisco with the gold.

And Skookum went to the whiskey.

SOMBRE MUSIC

Our people value
copper more than gold.

You can make tools and
pots with copper.

We shall see what you
will make with gold.

Five red! Five red!

SALOON MUSIC

Lady Luck is smiling
on you, sir.

SALOON MUSIC

Place your bets, gentlemen.
Place your bets.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

- Not her, she's busy. This one.
- I should be allowed a choice.

Yeah well, this is the choice.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

I'm sorry, I'm too sick to work.

That's fine, I'll do the work.

You just try to provide a
modicum of difficulty.

Lose your ticket and
you lose your place!

Stealing a ticket gets you two weeks
working the government woodpile!

Forging a ticket gets you
six and I need woodcutters!

Kate!

You know I don't like you
out unaccompanied at night.

You've a store of opinions on
what I shouldn't be doing.

I'm not going to apologise for expecting
certain standards of behaviour...

..or for planning
our life together.

Plan away, but you won't
get me into a kitchen

with your child hanging
off me any time soon.

You're not getting any younger.

Lose your ticket and
you lose your place!

Stealing a ticket gets you two weeks
working the government woodpile!

Forging a ticket gets you six.
I need woodcutters.

MELODIOUS MUSIC

You remarked on my
dancing one time.

Any chance I could put
yours to the test?

Not bad!

Do you ever miss Ireland?

No, let the English have it.

You're a right patriot!

If Ireland was good enough for
me or you, Kate Mulryan...

..we wouldn't have ended
up in the Klondike.

So you don't regret coming here?

No, sure why would I?

Adventure galore!
A chance of gold?

A woman of my own.

LIVELY MUSIC

He's sensible, that ladeen
you're promised to. The Mountie!

Are you not sensible?

Maybe sensible will make you safe. It
won't make you happy though, Kate.

Mister Connolly!

By the magic of electricity
you have a reply.

Already!

'All is well at home,
just as I remember it.

I hope you boys are getting rich.
Dad.'

What's that? It's a telegram.

And these miraculous seventeen words are
yours for only thirty four dollars.

Do you have it?

Thirty four dollars?

No more, do you hear me?!

These girls abused out
of this life entirely...

..and you bribe
me off with gold.

Bribe? Never.

Your hospital is
essential to Dominion.

And I'm happy to be
duty bound as a donor.

I should kick your ass all the way
down to the Mounties' barracks!

Who would pay for
your hospital then?

The creed of this town is
every man for himself.

I own a vacant plot of land,
that overlooks your hospital.

It has value.

But I have no attachment to it.

Kate. Where are you going?

- I have to leave.
- Why?

This was a mistake.

We were drunk.

Kate, what we have is better
than what you have with Steele.

I'm sorry if I
confused you, Séamus.

Kate!

Kate!

Kate!

Kate, I know well you didn't come
all the way to the Klondike...

..so you could be
wife to a Mountie.

Will you not tell the
whole town about it!

Me and you are exactly the same.

We both want exactly the same things.
Don't we?

Together, we could
run this town.

You certainly have big dreams,
I'll give you that much.

Why wouldn't I?

And wasn't it a lovely
dream we had last night.

Pardon me. I must
interrupt this gibberish.

Miss Mulryan.

You were fourteen hours
late for your show.

I'm sorry Mr. Hopkins.
Do the Irish tell time?

Or were you waiting for
the moon as your sign?

You don't talk to her like that.

Labourer, see to your pickaxe.

Or if you prefer my broom.

You're no man.

We'll see about that.

I demand a duel.

Sookum Jim wants death.

With this food we open our
eyes to the Great Spirit.

We can walk with
Jim, bring him back.

This is the way of our people.

Be with us or go.

Doctor Dunne would train
you, the wages are good.

And there is no reason
why you shouldn't take

this opportunity to pick
yourselves out of..!

I was told I'd find the miracle
worker down here and there he is.

Looking to turn my
whores into nurses.

I'm just giving them a choice.

A choice. Well, you don't
have any chair now, do you?

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Death remembers your
face, Tom Connolly.

You killed a man.

EERIE MUSIC

Pádraig! I killed someone.

I killed a policeman, back home.

I killed the waterman and left his
body there beside the poteen still.

I left him for the crows.

That's why we
escaped to America.

I'm sorry Pádraig.

And so, Dad and Séamus
knew about this?

All those long years, with Dad wrecking
his lungs down under the ground...

..and me cooking and cleaning after you
all like some kind of a servant girl.

They would have put us all in jail,
they would have separated us.

Set up camp well before nightfall,
it's going to be a cold one.

Right go. Yes, sir.

Sam.

I have to go, more starving fools
trying to put rafts down that river.

Sam, there's going to be a duel.

I hope you put a bullet right
between that pervert's legs.

I thought you'd be on...
well on his side.

Right after you've done
that, I hope he puts

another bullet right
between your two eyes.

I've seen quite enough
of the Connollys.

Five paces, turn and fire.

One, two, three, four, five.

Daddy, shoot him.

Shoot him!

Captain Galvin! I sent you up here to
keep him from just such an idiotic fate!

His own bile is
attacking his organs.

He's lost too much blood.

I can only offer pain relief.

Water?

Some water?

Water?

Easy.

Easy. That's enough.

That's enough.

I wanted death.

It didn't want you.

I'm not going back to the claim.

My heart isn't in
mining anymore.

You own a share, you'll
own a share of the gold.

Heart isn't in gold
so much neither.

I need to speak with you, Sam. I've been a
hot headed contrary little Irish woman..!

Stop! Stop it!

Please Sam, you have
to hear me out.

No, you hear me and
you listen good.

I was a fool.

I don't want to cage you,
I don't want to own you,

I don't want to change
a hair on your head.

You can sing, you can dance, you can jump
from the rafters if that makes you happy.

As long as you marry me.

Sam!

I'm glad you weren't
too badly hurt.

I'm glad you're here.

But you have to
understand something.

I'm staying with Sam,
I'm going to marry him.

You're glad that I'm not badly
hurt, but then you break my heart.

I'm marrying Sam,
do you understand?

No!

Kate!

Are you happy with yourself? Both of
you with blood on your hands now.

What are you saying?

Tom told me about the policeman
murdered back in Ireland.

For Pete's sake, keep
your voice down.

- What happened to your face?
- What does that matter?

The whole of the town knows that
you're a murderer and Tom is the same!

Tom couldn't help it. He
was trying to protect us.

Is was Dad who told us
not to say anything.

It was our secret for a long time, and
now it's your secret to keep as well.

Do you understand, Pádraig?

Is it true that you
killed Hopkins in a duel?

Yeah. It was a fair duel.
One of us had to go.

For the love of Christ.
And this is more of it!

Stealing silver in Montana, and then
stealing the deed and sneaking off.

- You broke Dad's heart!
- Did I?

- You did. You didn't see him.
- I did.

He woke when I was leaving.
He gave me his blessing.

- All lies!
- It's the God's honest truth.

And do you know why
he gave his blessing?

Because he knew if you
were left in charge...

..sure we'd still be in that silver
mine with signs on our fucking backs!

- You have no idea, have you!
- Get out of my sight!

The two of you. Go on!

Go on!

Bridget, I'd like you to
prepare me a hot bath.

A hot bath? Yes, Ma'am.

And pack our travelling things.

You'll be pleased to hear that we are
returning to Boston immediately.

Yes, Ma'am.

BIRD SONG

This land was put into
my name recently.

I imagine that if there was anyone
who was good with his hands...

..that he might build
a church for me.

Oh, I forgot, Michael Dillon
got a letter for you.

From Ireland.

'Twas this morning he
came, Jacob Hopkins.

He bought everything.

He put me on pay.
A good pay too.

But there was one condition.

Not to sell to the Connollys.

What he said was: not even a can of coffee.
Nor a coffee spoon.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

BIRD SONG

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Colonel Hopkins! I am bathing.

While your maid packs
your belongings.

Estella, you will make a
fine widow, ornamented

and strolling the
boulevards of Boston.

I give no thought
to such things.

I only mourn our
tremendous loss.

The blood of my unrevenged son not
yet dry and you would run away.

You will remain here with me, you will
manage the gambling and the whores.

And my ledgers will
show the profit of it.

And if you try to leave again, I will put
Irish Pat and his pack on your tail.

In every sense.

Will you come back to
the village now, Jim?

No.

That Indian life is over.

Time you saw it.

You wanted our village
when you were sick.

I wanted the village
because I was dying.

And I wanted to die.

For your medicine.

You're not a white man.

Yeah.

But I ain't no Indian neither.

Alright then, I believe
you about Dad.

It's like something
he'd do alright.

Listen Tom.

I wonder how long we'll
last without supplies?

Until we hit pay-dirt,
I'm hoping.

And with the way you're working
Séamus, that won't take us too long.

Well, it's a great incentive to me I
must say, that I own half the claim.

What did you say?

Pádraig sold me his share.

We shook on it. He won't
go back on the deal.

- What did you give him?
- He took two hundred and fifty.

Two fifty that you had stashed
away from Bear Brennan's claim?

Séamus, Paud didn't have a quarter
of this claim. And neither do you.

I registered the three
quarters in my name only.

You did not.

What else would I do?

Put it in your name, so you could spend
it on the roulette down in Hopkins'?

I'll look after the two of you.

You'll get your share, but
you can't be trusted.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Tom! Stop that! Tom!

Our father is dead.

But sure you had news
from Dad, the telegram.

It's four months since Bear
Brennan wrote this letter.

Dad has been dead
for four months.

Fake telegrams.

Soapy Smith, bastard thief!

Come on, we'll find him.

Sure Soapy is gone!

He left town already.

SORROWFUL MUSIC

SORROWFUL MUSIC

MUSIC - NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE