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[BOAT MOTOR RUMBLING IN DISTANCE]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[DOG SNIFFING]
[TRAIN HORN BLARING IN DISTANCE]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[DOG SNIFFING]
Hey! Leave it.
Leave it. Leave it.
[HORN BLARES IN DISTANCE]
[WHIRRING IN DISTANCE]
[DOG PANTING]
[RUSTLING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CHIRPING CONTINUES]
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[BIRDS CHIRPING]
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[TWIGS SNAPPING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Who's there?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Cookie.
I want some of that buffalo steak for breakfast,
the fried cakes.
Finished all that back at Colter's Hell.
How about that soda bread?
There's none of that left either, I'm afraid.
You find anything out there tonight?
Uh, mushrooms,
digger squirrel.
I had the squirrel, but it got away.
Well, what's in the larder?
10 dry biscuits, some jerky, salt.
Nothing else?
No.
It's the Cookie's job to improvise.
This is a land of abundance, Mr. Figowitz,
and you are charged with finding our vittles
until we reach Fort Tillikum.
- Hold up there, mister. - You understand that, I'm sure.
Share the wealth!
He's drinking more than his share!
Ah, damn it! That's wasting it.
Hey! [GRUNTING]
Sons of bitches!
[GRUNTING CONTINUES]
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[OWL HOOTING]
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Hello?
You all right?
Hungry.
Your cook has retired for the night?
I don't think so.
You could call him here for a moment.
I'm the cook.
I see.
I've been walking for a long time.
I might stay here awhile.
Wait.
[RUSTLING]
[EXHALES SLOWLY]
[OWL HOOTING]
[CORK SQUEAKS, POPS]
[LIQUID SLOSHES]
You speak good English
for an Indian.
Uh, I'm not Indian.
I'm Chinese.
I didn't know there were Chinese in these parts.
Everyone is here.
We all want that soft gold.
That's why you're here, isn't it?
Trapped our share.
What's your name?
King-Lu.
That's what they call me.
- You? - Otis Figowitz.
They call me Cookie.
Good to meet you.
There are, uh, some men chasing me,
Russians.
Have you seen them?
Why are men chasing you?
I... might have killed one of their friends.
Chenamus, my friend.
They called him a thief,
and then gutted him from neck to loin.
I had a pistol.
I took a shot. I got one in the neck,
and he came after me,
and I ran.
What happened to your clothes?
I stuffed them into hollow trees,
threw my gun in a creek and, uh...
Come on.
You can sleep here.
[MAN SNORING]
[INSECTS AND BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]
When we find that whore son,
he'll never set foot in this shit forest.
Okay, so what I'm hearing, there's about two days...
At the most. At the most.
Midday? No.
It was then after midday when we get there.
Move out! We got directions.
North and west to Fort Tillikum,
about two days journey.
Hit the river, head downstream,
downriver at every branch. [OBJECTS CLINKING]
Oh... [METAL THUD]
and there's a murderer in the woods,
so stay close.
[INSTRUMENT PLUCKS, BOINGS]
[INSTRUMENT STOPS]
The Russians said the elk are gone this time of year.
And what else did that Russian say?
Said the company is paying three silver ingots
for every beaver pelt, two copper for every muskrat.
And there's beer at the fort.
And other things.
- And women? - More than one.
[LAUGHTER]
Keep on down the river from here one more day.
Hungry as hell.
Cookie, find me some food.
Eat your damn hand. We'll be there tomorrow.
I want food tonight,
or I'm taking it out on this one.
I'm sick of looking at this one.
Can't wait to be done with him.
Can't wait to never see him again.
When you get your cut at the fort,
I'll be waiting for you outside the gates,
waiting for you with your sack full of silver.
- Leave him alone! - No. No!
[GRUNTING]
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[METAL RATTLES]
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[BABY COOING]
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[BABY CRYING]
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[COINS JINGLING]
[BIRD CALLING]
[KNOCKING ON WOOD, VIOLIN PLAYS]
[WOOD SAWING]
[PIG SQUEALING]
[SQUEALING CONTINUES]
[COUGHS]
[HORS WHINNIES]
Fancy boots, lad.
Fancy boots.
[SNORTS, COUGHS]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
He said she'd be there in about... in 6 months.
How much do you want for this?
This?
- It's a deal.[CHUCKLES] - Oysters!
Clams! Oysters! Clams!
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE]
Five twists, six twists, half off.
Those look like Jean-Baptiste's boots!
I think...
I like how it looks. That's all.
- You like a flare. - I believe.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[COINS JINGLING]
Five twists, six twists, half off.
Six twists, half off.
Six twists, six twists. [DOG BARKING]
[DUCKS SQUAWKING]
[MEN LAUGHING]
Flowers... the flowers are different shaped.
- Maybe it was bodies. - Still clusters
I'm telling you, it was up somewhere on Snake River.
- Don't know nothing. - That's true.
- Your body knows more than your brain. - Hold tight.
Then they start hitting each other in the head.
I'm getting to that.
Then, they start hitting each other
- with [SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]. - Got the whole ship?
- We got two on the ship. - No blocking [INDISTINCT].
He was under Ruby. Lived as a slave up there
for 3 years before he got free.
How was it, being a slave?
He didn't like it.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, PIANO PLAYS IN BACKGROUND]
Uh, whiskey please.
- How much? - Two.
You know what it's like in there.
No way of knowing.
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE]
- [COUGHS] - That's what I saw.
I'm telling you, it's the first one,
first cow in the Territory.
Shipped it all the way up to Saint Francisco.
Saint Luis Obispo.
I heard Saint Francisco.
I spoke to the ferryman,
and he was the one bringing the cow.
You need to ask the Chief Factor about that.
Chief Factor ordered two cows and a calf,
and that's a true story,
but the other ones died on the way.
What good is one cow to anyone?
Cow needs a stud.
Chief Factor wants milk in his tea
like a proper English gentleman.
- [CHUCKLES] - Like a proper lady.
[LAUGHTER]
This ain't a place for cows.
God would have put cows here if it was.
Ah, it's no place for white men either then, huh?
Well, look who's here.
Brilliant William! [MEN CHUCKLING]
I need a few sunbeams, William.
Can you gather me up a dozen sunbeams?
They're on the ground just laying around everywhere.
- Any old beams will do. - I'll have a beer.
Here's a question.
What does a tongue taste like?
Do you ever think about that?
I bet you have some distinct opinions
about what your tongue tastes like.
Am I right, William?
[QUIETLY] Oh, traders all...
Whatcha saying there, Brilliant William?
Something brilliant ain't bad.
He's always good for some clever opinions.
What's the difference between a river and a lake?
You figure that one out yet?
Willy?
I'm not bothering him.
I'm just asking him an honest question.
What about the chicken and the egg?
He knew for sure it was a chicken
until he thought about it from the egg's point of view.
That one really hurt your old noggin.
Didn't it, William? [MEN CHUCKLING]
Yep. Yep. I think that's how you got
this crack in your brain bone.
[LAUGHTER]
Willy, better do something, or your head is going to blow.
You, watch him 'til I'm done.
[BABY CRYING]
Make some proper money, eh?
- [CRYING CONTINUES] - Coo, coo.
[GLASS SHATTERS, OBJECTS CLATTERING]
Coo, coo, coo.
Coo. Coo, coo, coo. [BABY COOS]
Hello, Cookie. [CHUCKLES]
Thought I might find you here sooner or later.
[LAUGHS]
I never thought I'd ever see you again.
I was lucky.
Those, uh, Russian villains,
they left the country just after I left you.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Well, here I am,
free and easy, right back where I was.
[BABY FUSSING]
Uh, where are all your kind friends?
Oh, they mostly went south, some north.
But not you.
Not yet.
No one would have me.
And, uh, where are you staying in the meantime?
I got a tent a mile that way,
uh, other side of the hill.
I've got a place a mile thataway.
Mm, I've got a bottle there, too.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe you'd, uh, like to come help me drink it.
Uh, of course, I would, but...
Oh. Well, leave him.
He's fine. [CHUCKLES]
[CHEERING IN DISTANCE] [MIMICS KISSING, CHUCKLES]
He's fine.
Well, you wait here.
All right?
Your daddy will be back soon.
[FOOTSTEPS DEPART]
- Damn it, James! - Well, I put it there.
I've been in these parts close to two years now.
I've thought about leaving more than once,
but I sense opportunity here.
Ships coming in and out every week.
More raw materials than anywhere I've seen,
and I've been all over.
[VIOLIN PLAYS]
You've been everywhere.
I caught my first trade ship to Canton when I was nine.
From there, I sailed to London,
Africa, saw the pyramids.
This is a land of riches, I tell you.
I see something in this land I haven't seen before.
Pretty much everywhere has been touched by now.
But this is still new,
more nameless things around here
than you can shake an eel at.
Doesn't seem new to me, seems old.
Mm.
Everything is old if you look at it that way.
[INSECT BUZZING]
[EXHALES DEEPLY] History isn't here yet.
It's coming, but we got here early this time.
Maybe this time, we can be ready for it.
We can take it on our own terms.
It's not much to look at, I know.
Here's to... something.
You make yourself easy. I'll get a fire going.
[THUD]
[WOOD CLATTERS]
Looks better already.
Relax. Sit. Sit.
Where are you from, Cookie?
Maryland.
- Hm, never been. - Hmm...
It's fine.
I don't remember it much.
Not fine enough to stay, huh?
My mother died when I was born,
and then my father died.
I had to move on to find work.
Well... I never stopped moving.
I had an idea once. Furs are one thing,
but there's a precious oil in the beavers, too.
That's worth something in China.
They use it for medicine over there.
If a man could take a batch of that precious beaver oil
on a ship to Canton, he could make his fortune.
Why don't you?
Eh, oil is in the glands.
Glands never make it back to the fort,
just rot away in the woods.
Anyway, I don't have contacts in Canton.
I'm from the north.
They hate a Northerner there.
Worse than a white man to them. [CHUCKLES]
What I'd really like is a farm.
[FIRE CRACKLING]
Land south of here is wide-open.
The world wants filberts.
Or walnuts.
Or almonds.
Something you can pick up and send,
but you can't just grow a tree.
It takes time.
It's the getting started that's the puzzle.
No way for a poor man to start.
You need capital,
or you need some kind of miracle.
You need leverage.
[WATER SPLASHING]
Or a crime.
I'd like to open a hotel someday,
a place for travelers.
Or a bakery.
That's nice.
A hotel and a bakery,
with wild-huckleberry pies.
You could do that here.
Someplace warmer.
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It has holes in it,
and it looks like the face of a man.
It's just one black rock.
That's a weather stone.
It makes rain, they say.
They say it was a powerful spirit once
and got turned into stone.
If anyone sits on it, it rains.
You really believe in that?
Uh... eh.
I believe different things in different places.
♪♪
Saw a cow today.
Hm.
It wasn't far from Chief Factor's house.
- In a meadow. - Hm.
- I'd like some of that milk. - I-I'm not a milk drinker.
It doesn't agree with me.
I wouldn't drink it.
I'd use it for cookies.
Or scones.
Nothing better than buttermilk biscuits.
I'm tired of this flour-and-water bread.
What else do you need to make good biscuits, Cookie?
Oh, flour, some sugar,
salt, baking soda.
How long does it take to milk a cow?
Not long.
- Make much noise? - No.
Can cows give milk at night?
As long as she wasn't milked after dinner.
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[OWL HOOTING]
I'll go up and keep an eye on things from here.
Give me a lift.
[GRUNTS]
If I see anything, I'll, uh, give a call.
- All right. - I'll do an owl.
[STRAINING] I don't think you can get up there.
[GRUNTS]
[QUIETLY] Hello.
How are you?
Didn't expect company this late at night, did you?
Well, here we are.
[WOOD CREAKING]
Sorry about your husband.
I heard he didn't make it all the way.
And your calf... [LIQUID SQUIRTING]
it's a terrible thing. Terrible.
But you got a nice place here. You do.
You got a real nice little place here, don't you?
[KING-LU GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING CONTINUES]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
[CHICKEN CLUCKING IN DISTANCE]
[CLUCKING CONTINUES]
How much do you think someone would pay
for a biscuit like that?
I wish we had some honey.
A glass of whiskey is two silver coins.
A pickle is three.
Men work out in the fort,
loaded with silver and shells and company script.
I once saw a man spend five good beaver pelts
on a broken fork.
I think we should test the waters.
Next batch, Cookie, we'll take to market.
I've heard a fortune is made on this.
That seems dangerous.
So is anything worth doing.
I think they'd like something sweeter.
[VIOLIN PLAYS]
[DOG BARKS]
[INDISTINCT TALKING]
Five twists, six twists half off.
Six twists, half off. Six twists, six twists.
Fresh Oily Cakes.
Best this side of the Sandwich Islands.
Don't look like hardtack. Or soda bread.
Look like some kind of pancake.
It smells good. What's in it?
Secret ingredient. Ancient Chinese secret.
How much?
Uh, five ingots or the equal in trade.
Mm.
- Good lord! Give me another. - [CHUCKLES]
- That's 11, all right. - Mmm.
I'll give you six ingots for that last one.
Uh-uh. Mm, mm.
- Seven shells. - Come on.
- Seven shells, one ingot. - Wait, lads. Hold on.
Oily cake to this gentleman. [CHUCKLES]
We'll have more tomorrow.
[SAWING, DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
[SIGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
[LIQUID SQUIRTING]
Made some oily cakes with your milk.
They were very good.
Couldn't sell them fast enough.
A little honey, um,
or it was your milk in the batter that did it.
Yeah, yeah.
What a good, sweet girl you are.
Hold my place. I'll be right back.
[INDISTINCT TALKING]
- No cuts allowed. - I was here.
He was saving my spot.
One is the limit.
I heard it from the Chinaman himself.
First come, first served, friends.
[DOG BARKING, CHICKEN CLUCKING]
You ought to make more next time.
Only so many we can make in a day, friend.
They want to keep them prices up.
They're not dumb.
[SIZZLING]
Damn it. What's in these things?
Tastes like something my mama made.
That's our secret, boys.
Think of it as a little taste of home.
We'll have more tomorrow.
Could buy an acre in California for that.
It's a start, all right.
It won't last much longer, though.
They'll get tired of it,
and there will be more milk cows here soon.
We got a window here, Cookie.
This is too much to keep in the house.
We need a bank.
What about the cottonwood tree?
There's a good hole in that.
Hmm...
Which side of the tree has the most branches?
- Huh? - The outside.
[LAUGHS]
[INDISTINCT TALKING]
Hey.
Hold one out today.
Chief Factor wants one.
He'll be here soon.
Don't you have work to do?
I don't need two shadows, do I?
Get busy.
Look alive, son.
I'm saving mine for later.
No one is giving him 50 shells.
That ain't worth 50 shells.
I've heard about your cakes. I'd like to try one if I may.
How much?
For you, only 10 silver pieces.
[SIZZLING]
A little cinnamon is nice.
I taste London in this cake.
A bakery I once knew in South Kensington.
[SIZZLING] Astonishing.
Where did you learn to do that?
I was indentured to a baker in Boston, sir.
He taught me the trade.
- He was a good baker. - Indeed, he was.
What was his name?
Barnaby Rose.
Never heard of him,
but I commend you, sir,
on these delicious baked comestibles.
I hope you won't be leaving too soon.
We have no plans.
Very, very good.
[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING]
[QUIETLY] Hotel in Saint Francisco
is harder, more competition.
Eh, but more opportunity, too,
more people coming through.
If it's good idea,
we'll have enough to go there soon.
We have enough to go now.
Enough to go but not enough to start.
[GRUNTING]
[OWL HOOTING]
Psst.
Psst!
Another cup is another dozen cakes.
That's another 60 silver pieces at least.
Hello?
Good evening.
Back again.
[LIQUID SQUIRTING]
[OWL HOOTING]
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
I-I'm entertaining, uh, a small group next week.
Captain Ruby is coming for tea,
and I'm tired of all his jests
about the savagery of life on the frontier.
Tell me.
Do you know what a clafoutis is?
- I do. - Hmm...
And could you make one, a-a good one?
He loves a clafoutis, and, well, I...
I'd like to humiliate him.
Well, without fresh raspberries or apricots,
I'm not sure.
Have you tried bilberry?
It's out of season, I believe.
We have plenty of blueberries on the bush.
I-I would pay you handsomely
for a proper blueberry clafoutis.
It's a simple enough recipe.
If blueberry is available, I'm sure I can make one.
Capital.
Saturday, then, a clafoutis,
and we'll be dining at my residence.
You know its whereabouts?
Uh, uh, I think I've passed by it
or I know of it.
Teatime.
The hotels in Saint Francisco are grand.
We can't compete on that scale,
and regular travelers need shelter, too.
A room with a bed, that's all,
a few rooms near the sea.
[METAL THUDS]
This is a dangerous game we're playing here,
and Chief Factor has a delicate palate.
He'll taste his milk in there eventually.
We can't say no.
He'd be suspicious.
Where does he think the milk is coming from?
Some people can't imagine being stolen from.
Too strong.
Let's hope he's one of those.
How much will we charge, 20, 25?
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[CAT PURRING]
That sounds like quite a situation indeed,
and in the end, how... How many lashes did you order?
20.
Hmm... A fine number, but for mutiny...
It was a memorable day for that man.
it seems conservative.
More than 20 and he would have been useless
for the remainder of the voyage.
- And he was a young hand? - Mm, not so young.
Ah.
Here is the rub, you see.
When one factors the loss of labor from the punished hand
versus the gain of labor
from those hands who witness the punishment,
a stricter punishment can be the more advisable path.
Even a properly-rendered death
can be useful in the ultimate accounting.
It is a highly-motivating spectacle for the indolent,
let alone the mutinous.
Yes, fair enough, but... [KNOCKS ON DOOR]
some calculations can never truly be made.
Now, there you are wrong, Captain.
[DOOR OPENS] Any question that cannot
be calculated is not worth the asking.
Ah. Here is our baker.
Uh, bring the clafoutis in... in here, Cookie.
Show the captain.
Indeed, it is a fine-looking cake, Mister...
Figowitz.
And what brought you to the Oregon Territory, Mr. Figowitz?
Oh, chance.
I hired on with a trapping company.
- Ah, Ashley's men. - No, a lesser crew.
They're trapping out the whole map.
There won't be any pelts here much longer.
I disagree. The beaver here are endless.
Smart animals, the beaver.
When I got here, the beaver were everywhere,
whole cities of beaver
living like people in row houses in New York.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, in any case,
the fashions are changing in Paris.
The beaver hat is on the wane.
The... The Chinese market remains strong.
Beaver will always find a home.
It is too beautiful, too supple.
Hmm. Mm.
Ah.
Wh-What he's saying is that the men in Paris
favor new hats this season.
They no longer want beaver fur.
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
But... But I'm saying to him
that the beaver here will last forever.
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[CHUCKLES]
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[CONTINUE SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
He's saying he doesn't understand
why the white men hunt so much beaver
and never eat the tail.
- The tail is delicious. - Huh.
Well, maybe I will.
I'm sick to death of salmon already.
[LAUGHS]
You can tell him that.
Ah, here we are.
Chinese black tea, very subtle.
Uh, cream?
Enjoy the cream, Captain.
My cow gives so little.
She's a lonely girl, I fear.
- You have a cow? - Yes. She's only been here
for a month or so, sans husband, I'm afraid.
I'm hoping to find her a mate within the year.
Would you like to see her?
Let... Let's take a walk.
Shall we?
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[DOOR CLOSES]
- [SIGHS] - [CHUCKLES]
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
Tell me, Captain,
what are the fashions in Paris this year?
Hmm...
The ladies are moving away from the Empire silhouette this year.
They're favoring fuller skirts and, uh, visible corseting.
For the men, broad shoulders and puffed sleeves,
trousers for smart day wear,
britches and cordon in the country.
As for colors, canary yellow and turkey red
are the colors du jour.
History moves so quickly in Paris.
So quickly, it wears itself out.
It never reaches here at all.
[INSECT BUZZING]
She seems well enough.
Yes.
And yet she barely produces a thing.
- What's her provenance? - Oh, she's of a good line,
half Alderney and half from Froment du Leon
from the province of Brittany.
[BUZZING CONTINUES]
[CHUCKLES]
She's a very fine cow.
Froment du Leon from the province of Brittany.
The cow has got better breeding than I do.
A royal cow.
Maybe we should halt for a while.
I think the Captain sensed something.
Hm. Now is our time.
Another cow is on the way. And more cows after that.
- And Chief Factor is... - Is a fool.
He misses everything right under his nose.
Paris this, London that.
What kind of woman is he?
Men like us, Cookie, we have to make our own way.
There are no Empire silhouettes or colors du jour for us.
We have to take what we can when the taking is good.
I know.
We'll sell a little longer,
and then we'll make our way south.
- [SIGHS] - We haven't even begun, Cookie.
[SLURPS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[DISHES CLINK]
[CAT MEOWS]
- [CLOCK TICKING] - [SNORING]
[SNORING CONTINUES]
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[THUD]
[DOOR OPENS]
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Psst, psst, psst, psst, psst! [CLICKING TONGUE]
[MIMICS OWL HOOTING]
Come on back.
Come on back, you stupid cat!
Inside, before you get me in trouble.
[MIMICS OWL HOOTING]
[CONTINUES MIMICKING OWL]
[LIQUID SQUIRTING]
[WOOD CREAKING]
[LIQUID SQUIRTING]
- [BRANCH SNAPS] - Aah!
[THUD]
[GROANS]
[GROANING]
[QUIETLY] Are you all right?
[GROANS] Mm.
- Can you move? - Yeah. Yeah.
We got to go.
Something... Someone in the meadow!
- What? - Attackers all around!
- What? - I woke the house! Get dressed.
Hurry!
God's sake, Thomas!
You there!
[OWL HOOTING]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
It would appear that someone has been milking your cow.
Figowitz, the Chinaman.
Figowitz!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
No, no. Not home.
[GUNSHOT]
[WATER SPLASHES]
[GUNSHOT]
Which way?
The deer path is up back up over there,
- but the river path is... - Stealing my milk.
I'll kill him! [WATER SPLASHES]
Shh! Do you hear that?
What's that? What's that?
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
There's one crossing the river, sir!
We'll overtake him on foot!
Use the path downriver!
Lloyd, you hurry on, and we'll... we'll follow!
Yes, sir!
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[RUSTLING]
[GASPS] [THUD]
[GRUNTS]
Lehayim.
I-Is this your canoe? I need to go downriver.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[CONTINUES SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
Din-din-din.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling?
Mm.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[GROANS]
[COUGHS]
I need to find my friend.
And also know where I am.
[COUGHS]
[SNIFFLES]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[WOOD CREAKING]
[DOG GROWLING]
[GROWLING CONTINUES]
[WOOD CREAKING]
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
[BIRDS CHIRPING, FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[CHICKEN CLUCKING]
[INDISTINCT TALKING]
- Not even northwest. - Ah, over here?
- He's probably got a mustache. - Huh?
[WOOD BANGS]
[WOOD SLAMS, OBJECTS BREAKING]
Aye, Johnny Hart.
Ha!
[INDISTINCT TALKING]
The home is totally abandoned, that one.
Heart, heart like a red beating heart?
No, like, uh, Hart like a deer.
Aye.
Jon Hart...
a cheater by any spelling. [URINATING]
I've skunked him every game, regardless.
He's not a worthy opponent.
He prefers to discard just one card to the crib.
- One card? - Aye. Abysmal.
[STOPS URINATING, BUCKLE JINGLES]
It's an archaic rule,
but he prefers the old ways.
Aye.
The guy a poor adversary is on John Suckling's noble game.
Cribbage players are in short supply in this hemisphere.
Aye.
I've suffered for it daily.
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[WOOD CREAKING]
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[RUSTLING]
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
Thought you were gone.
I thought you were gone. [CHUCKLES]
You're hurt?
Uh...
It's not good here, Cookie.
It's not safe.
We have to go.
- [SNIFFLES] - Get away from here.
We'll tell our stories later.
That's quite a scratch on your head.
We'll clean it when we rest.
How about that?
[COOKIE GROANS]
There's a port at the mouth of the river.
We will go downstream and catch the first clipper south.
How about that?
Why is a baker like a beggar?
Why?
They both need bread.
[LAUGHS]
You'll make it.
You just need to stay on your feet.
[GROANS]
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
[CORK SQUEAKS, POPS]
[LIQUID SLOSHES]
This is, uh, a good place to rest.
No one can see us here.
You lie there on the needles,
and I'll keep first watch.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
We'll go soon.
I've got you.
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
♪♪
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