Previously, on Strange Empire...
Name's Morgan Finn.
[Isabelle]: Cornelius Slotter forced himself on me.
That's what you saw.
Was Jared killed those men, wasn't it?
You could never be involved in such a thing.
It was me rousing the blood.
I am Metis.
It's her and her talk that's the cause of this.
[Jared]: And your death will be the cure.
John Slotter, I will tell you what I saw.
[People screaming]
[Shot echoes]
[♪]
Strange Empire 1x05 Lonely Hearts
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John?
Mrs. Briggs wants a word with you.
Ma'am.
Get out of here.
Stay where you are.
[Gasps]
Get up!
[Gasping and whimpering]
[Shattering]
Slut!
[Huffs]
John! John Slotter!
[Gasps]
[Door creaks, then thuds]
[♪]
Get out of here.
For now?
Yeah, for now.
[♪]
Came here in the dark.
Saw stars reflected in the pond.
The world upside-down.
You shouldn't be out alone.
Look.
A fossil. A fish.
There's a Mr. Darwin who would say
this place was an ocean once upon a time.
Preacher would whup you for that.
I don't believe in God.
Or preachers.
Lightning'll strike you then.
[♪]
What do you fear in me?
That you are married...
And I trespass.
[♪]
I'm your wife.
Man here was my friend and full of honour...
And you turned me against him.
He betrayed you!
He told me that you'd be the death of me.
He set snares, Jared did.
He tried to touch me.
- You swear that? - I swear.
[Gasps]
You swear. Swear on him!
I swear! I swear it is true.
- May God strike you down! - May God strike me down!
[Isabelle yelps]
May God strike you down!
He told me that you were faithless.
He told me that you are enamoured of your chinaman.
Jared was queer on my chinaman!
He was not!
Nor I.
[Sighs]
Your swearing is on your conscience, Isabelle.
A man new dead,
his spirit restive,
and hell's demons on you, if you're lying.
[♪]
[Sighs shakily]
[Sobs]
[Weeping]
[Indistinct quiet exchange]
Get your bedrolls. Put 'em on the horses.
We could wait the day.
Neill comes back from the station house
with the wagon,
we can go in it, take everything.
We go this morning.
There's nothing for us here.
Well...
They didn't hang you.
That's the best can be said?
- Grateful for that. - Me too.
Come on. Get to it. Pack up.
[Chair scrapes deck]
[Exhales wearily]
I'll come to the point, Captain.
Your foreman's dead
and you need someone to run the girls.
[Grunts and chuckles]
You would make yourself a madame?
I've a still in the woods and my girl running it.
It's good whiskey.
Try it.
Brings gentlemen to my place, Captain.
Men who will avail themselves enthusiastically
in the pleasures to be found on the Janestown road.
[Exhales, set glass down]
What do you want from me for that service?
Run of the cribs for my own purposes.
Three-way split, what the girls bring in.
You, me, and them...
- for their efforts. - They're my girls.
If I may...
ain't nobody owns no one.
Well...
I could debate that with ya
and you would lose.
You run the girls.
I will let you keep your place open.
[♪]
It's what has to be done.
[♪]
[Realizing]: Mrs. Briggs has charge of the crib girls.
[Yelling]: Mrs. Briggs has charge of the crib girls!
[Giggling]
I'll do for them better than's been done.
Be concerned for their health, Mrs. Briggs.
Venereal disease and syphilis will run as rampant
as the cholera that killed the ones who came before.
We should not speak of it.
A prostitute is a vector of disease.
Mrs. Blithely, keep your opinion to yourself!
The best is to marry them.
One woman, one man,
the vector of disease is exponentially smaller.
There's miners pining for a missus.
I know that.
Is me gets a proposal every toss.
Ain't no man will marry a woman looser than himself.
Camp needs a marriage broker.
There's business in that, and decent.
A toss for a wife? I do not think so.
I will prove you wrong.
Hmph!
Rebecca.
Where have you been this morning?
Ablutions. At the pond.
And so busy looking out for vice and hygiene,
that she hasn't noticed her own man's discomfort.
The tent is cold.
I have run of the cribs.
Stoves in 'em.
If you are wanting habitation,
I will take rent from you.
I am expecting funds through Wells-Fargo.
If you can wait on payment,
I'll accept your offer.
Fiona?
This will do for you?
[Thomas]: Thank you.
Mrs. Blithely?
This light...
The way you're standing,
you look... you look like my stepmother must have
when she was young.
Does she, Thomas?
When mother was a girl?
No, she does not.
[Rebecca]: But the structure of her face,
the bones of it...
Rebecca.
Leave the poor girl alone. Let her go.
[♪]
90 days dead, my stepmother.
Emily-Anne.
If you need anything,
just come and ask.
[♪]
Rebecca, get our things.
I will lie down a while.
[♪]
I bet Jeremiah'll be there already.
This ain't ranch land.
Our pa ran the cows he stole on flat-plate prairie.
This land's good for sheep.
How much are you counting on Jeremiah being there?
'Cause if he ain't...
We ain't got no man to help us.
And you with a weight of grieving to carry.
We got a long road yet to go.
- And no money for stock. - And no people.
You've thought things through.
Smart to think like that.
[Voices approaching]
[Quiet chatter]
[♪]
[Speaks Michif]
They are my aunties. Eugenie, Marie, Therese.
How'd they know we were here?
Roads and trails we travel, we pass word of everyone.
Know everything almost as soon as it happens.
Come on.
[♪]
[Laughter carrying]
They set that table there to rile me.
Give him time, missus.
He is a good man.
We was childrens playing together.
All that time, he was a brother to me.
John Slotter gave his name to you.
He has regard for you.
He's in a state, is all.
Can't believe Jared is gone and dead,
and his finger pulled the trigger.
It's comfort I'm offering.
It's comfort I do not want.
[♪]
Girls in the cribs available to wife.
For an hour or a night?
No. For your whole sorry life.
To love and to cherish.
Till a pox do us part.
[Men laughing]
[Sobs]
Oh.
I've a body must persist...
[Sniffles]
Be fed and rested to carry forth
the things that I should like to do...
And make and build.
Great things.
Does no one care about that, Mrs. Fogg?
Or see it in me?
I...
will pay you a dollar
to write up an account of me
that may appeal to a gentleman of means.
I'm not sure God's made a mate
for the likes of me...
But I hold out that hope, miss Logan.
[Sighs resolutely] So should you.
Ahem.
Let us try, then.
[Hammers pounding]
Mrs. Briggs tells me you are building a bathhouse.
I should like to help.
This is not the costume for it, but I shall adjust.
The hammer, please.
You've got her following you around like a puppy.
Here she is, naked and hammering.
Miss Logan's had no luck with the marriage-brokering yet.
Don't surprise me.
It is my sense that a man should prefer
a woman with experience of her body.
Well, that's some thinkin', missus.
The problem with marrying, Becca,
is there's no man hereabouts
who'd marry a crib girl,
'cept for Pike here.
Who's a right fool for love of Constance Fogg.
You must talk to her then!
Before someone else does.
She has lots of experience.
[Pike grumbles]
Captain and Miss Adeline
are wanting you.
So you know, madame...
I have heard him making promises
to miss Adeline.
[♪]
She's asking about him.
[♪]
Kateri.
[♪]
Come with me.
[♪]
We are bounty hunters, ladies.
We're lookin' for a Metis woman, name of Kateri Dumont.
A scotsman for a husband maybe?
Name of Jeremiah.
This Kateri Dumont is wanted for murder
of a surveyor red river country.
Cold-blooded, deliberate murder.
[♪]
That should scare dollars
from the pockets of the credulous.
What promises did my husband make to that whore?
He spoke of her flesh...
How white it is.
He said if she would deliver him of a child,
he would take it as his own.
Adeline is ghost-pale and stupid.
And you are a great beauty,
with a fine, intelligent mind.
Assure him of your heartbreak.
That is what appeals to a man such as him.
Get in there. Pledge yourself.
Missus.
[Exhales wearily]
You're working, Mr. Brady, don't forget.
Taking my rest.
Coffee and a bit of something, if you have it.
Uh...
Nephew tells me you're looking for a husband?
I am that.
Yeah.
A bit old for it.
As am I.
Be no issue from it,
and children are a blessin'...
except in these upper years.
Well, I mean to say neither of us is fresh.
No.
I suppose we are not.
You don't call a lady barren!
You're right.
There's some fault in me.
[Sighs] No fixing it.
[♪]
God in heaven.
[Footsteps]
Dr. Blithely?
Ah. Thank you.
Please, sit down, Fiona.
I've two babes.
I will have to take a man soon.
Hardly time to forget the first.
I need to ask how you did it...
Came so quick to be married?
Rebecca...
is a ward of the state.
My wife and I neglected to adopt her formally.
My wife, on her deathbed, made me promise to care for her.
So you married her?
It would be inappropriate
for a man to live with a girl not his natural child.
[♪]
You looking for your husband?
You know I am.
Perhaps he'll find you.
[♪]
To help me see?
Far and wide.
Far... and wide.
He's alive.
I know it.
[Starts giggling]
[♪]
White man told me a story
about a girl called Alice.
Fell down a hole...
She meets a queen,
and a cat...
and a playing card.
[Starts cracking up]
I can't do it!
Don't squirm so, Becca, else you'll fall.
Mrs. Blithely.
Go to the crib. Dress yourself.
I wanted to test the water.
Rebecca, please.
She is my wife and a proper gentlewoman.
You're an old man.
I am sorry...
for my nephew's behaviour.
We are leaving.
I ask that you take us to the station house tomorrow.
Take this.
Oh, this is something.
I haven't the money to pay you.
[♪]
Mrs. Slotter!
- I don't mean nothing by it. - Stay away from him!
I will wreck your face!
[Thudding and crashing]
[Gasping and panicking]
I will crack your head.
[Shrieks]
You've made promises to her!
She's taking my place!
Adeline! You go upstairs now.
You go to my room.
[Isabelle grunts]
She is cheap!
And homely! And she is dull, to boot!
Jared came to my dreams.
He called you a liar and faithless.
He named you Babylon and sodom.
[Grunts]
Once a whore...
Always a whore.
[Snickering]
[♪]
Come on, Abe Little.
Mr. Caze.
Half-price special.
I'll even take you, Chase Sloat.
Pretty as you are.
Come on.
Tell me you'll love me.
[Slotter, snaps]: Get!
Get.
I'll not come further.
You! You got scratches on your back.
Her stink on you!
Making love to that ponk in your bed.
That is faithless. Not I!
You are cold as a stone and twice as hard.
But I will tell you I love you...
And hold you dearer than my life.
[♪]
Mrs. Fogg?
I am a fool...
In speech and manner.
You are that.
I have offended you,
and by my nature, am sure to again.
You, who are dearest to my heart...
Madam.
I wish to apply for the job of husband to you.
[Gasps]
Aye...
Yes!
I should have you, Mr. Brady.
And happily, forever.
And ever.
Till death do ye part!
[Both laughing]
[Applause rises]
Nothing sadder than a man in want of a wife.
[♪]
[Knocking]
[Sighs] Out of here.
I've come to return your watch, sir.
My Uncle's marrying
and cannot accommodate your leaving camp as you wish.
He is gone out.
To bury his man.
He will be back tomorrow.
It is Jared's spirit brought this on.
I am of the belief
that it was you caused his death.
He saw your congress with your father-in-law.
As did I.
A sacrifice for your husband's sake.
And your own, of course.
You treasure
your husband's regard for you.
His respect,
his love for you.
But to hurt
and ridicule you so...
I believe he married you to affront his father.
Do you indeed?
I would treasure you as a rare jewel.
[♪]
Take off your clothes.
[Both wheezing]
- She ain't anywhere I looked. - Me neither.
Do you believe 'em?
She killed a man?
W-whatever she did's justified.
I would swear on that, knowing her.
[Horse whinnies nearby]
We gotta find her.
[♪]
[Ambient forest sounds distorting and echoing]
[♪]
[Pichette]: His glove.
Your beads on it. You made it for him.
Tartan of his tribe.
Where did you find it?
It was found...
Then lost...
Then found again.
[Ambient sounds swirling and distorting]
[♪]
[Silence falls]
[Jeremiah, softly]: Kat, it's me.
[♪]
Where have you been?
[♪]
[Shuddering gasp]
[Begins to sob]
Ma!
We ought to go back,
considering there is nothing here for us yet.
No stock and no money for it.
There be people in Janestown.
Be our people...
Maybe, one day.
Watching out for us.
[Shaky sob]
You're right.
Let's go back.
[Carriage rumbles outside]
- [Horse whinnies] - Whoa!
He's back.
What will you tell him?
[♪]
[Door opens]
You have strained our bond to breaking.
Adeline is departed.
[♪]
And Jared is buried?
And your faith in me with him.
Everything I have done has been for you.
This place has taken us from each other.
[♪]
[Band plays]
[♪]
We could join them.
I don't much feel like it.
I would rather sleep.
There is hot water?
Get me some.
[♪]
Hardly any crib girls to run now, ma.
And miss Logan runs herself.
[♪]
Dance, Mrs. Briggs?
And whiskey to follow it?
Mr. Caze.
Come on, then.
[♪]
[Band playing in the distance]
[♪]
You are my true love.
[♪]
- If your man comes in... - He won't.
Not with his leg as it is.
Please? Please.
[♪]
Please?
[♪]
You.
I want to see you.
Not yet, sweet.
[♪]
[Gasps]
You ride it. Like it's a little pony.
[Gasping]
[♪]
[Gasping and grunting]
Dr. Blithely!
[Blithely grunting in pain]
[Sighs wearily]
[Strains of band playing outside]
[♪]
I used to love dancing.
Emily and I... Both of us did.
[♪]
You could dance with me.
[♪]
Give me your hand, Izzy.
[♪]
I am sorry.
I love you.
[♪]
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