Northwest Passage Page #2

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hobnobbing

with rich scoundrels

that put poor woodsmen

like hunk in jail.

Hunk got himself

in jail

for talking against

wiseman clagett.

It was hunk's own fault

for talking.

It was clages fault

for deserving to be

talked against.

Oh, claptrap.

Claptrap?

Wiseman clages

the biggest thief

in this province.

Shh. Not so loud.

Oh, i mustn't talk,

or i'll get put

in jail?

I wouldn't

be surprised.

Clagett can steal

100,000 acres of land

from this province,

but nobody

must talk about it.

And he's hand-in-glove

with that indian agent,

sir william johnson.

They let men like hunk

clear the land

and risk being scalped

by indians,

then take it away

from them.

Be quiet, langdon.

They'd steal the pennies

off a dead man's eyes,

but elizabeth's father

wouldn't care.

Well, gentlemen...

to what are we indebted

for this pleasure,

mr. Clagett?

Mr. Livermore,

i find you

in dangerous company.

You may withdraw.

Langdon towne

is my guest.

If you're here to say

something to him,

say it to me also.

You wish

to defend libels

against his majesty's

representatives?

Certainly not.

Then you've

no business here.

I bid you

good evening.

Packer, open the door

and give mr. Livermore

any necessary

assistance.

Get out!

Now, sir, do you wish

to make a statement?

Why should i make

any statement?

You've made yourself liable

to very dangerous charges.

You've slandered me,

libeled that good man

sir william johnson,

repeated shameful rumors,

lies, calumnies.

I'd never

repeat calumnies

about innocent men.

Whas that you said?

I don't believe

they're lies.

Langdon, no.

He's dangerously

intoxicated,

a threat to the safety

of the community.

Take him aboard

the battleship

in the harbor.

You can't

shanghai me!

I demand that

word be taken

to my family.

Raving from

the effects of drink.

Raving.

Who's the one raving,

packer or clagett?

Take them both!

Langdon, you're

in bad company...

the lowest scoundrels

in portsmouth.

Why, you...

[hunk marriner]

Out the window,

langdon!

Take to the woods

and keep going.

Oh, your excellency!

They went that way!

That way!

some talk

of alexander

and some of hercules

of hector

and lysander

and such great names

as these

but of all the worlds

great heroes

there's none

that can compare...

see any redcoats?

No, but there's

a fella inside

in some

green outfit.

54's a lot of miles

without no rum.

Shall we risk it?

and such great names

as these

but of all the worlds

great heroes

there's none

that can compare

to the toh-roh

toh-roh toh-roh-toh

to the british

grenadier

here, you.

Whas the matter?

We ain't busted

no laws.

You can sing,

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