North Star

What?

Without their claims these men

will freeze to death on the beaches.

Nobody asked them to come to Nome.

Yeah, yeah.

That's right.

Move, go home.

No.

Have you seen a man freeze to death,

Mr. McLennon?

A frozen man,

or the actual freezing process?

No, I don't.

Because the actual freezing

process is quite something to see.

The body's natural instinct

is to fall asleep...

...but, anyway...

...first, uh, the joints and the tendons

contract into little knots...

...and then your extremities...

...you, know, your nose,

your fingers, your sex organs...

...they get frostbitten and fall off.

Then your breathing shuts off

and you asphyxiate, it's terrible.

Do you expect these men will stand by...

...and watch this happen to their wives

and children, do you?

- I expect these men to go home.

- We ain't going home.

We are up front with you.

May the words of a fellow Scot...

I, of course, was born here.

But a Mr. Macbeth said:

"When our actions do not,

Our fears do make us traitors."

I have no fear to tell the truth...

...which is that I don't care

if you people freeze to death.

Because as far as I am concerned,

you're trespassing.

This is disgusting.

Damn you. How dare you?

You are stealing from the people

to whom this country belongs.

So you see? It's either your lives or ours.

Well, that's not a hard decision to make,

is it?

- You son of a bitch.

- Reno. Smiley.

No.

If you going to take my claim,

you'll have to kill me like all the others.

And why not do it now?

Come on, get them out of here.

Get these guys out.

Get him.

Get out, now.

Hey, you, get up.

- Come on. You heard me.

- No, I didn't.

Oh, ho!

Oh, ha, ha.

Here we go.

Goddamn. Goddamn, I'll kill you.

- Hey, hey, you.

- Get him out of here.

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