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Stay down. Stay in bed.
What in God's name...?
Christ, sir...
I've shot my bloody toes off.
There's nothing to see here, Martha.
Go back to bed.
Officer Dunn has shot his t...
Martha, go back inside.
"When?" said the moon
to the stars in the sky
"Soon," said the wind
that followed him home
"Who?" said the cloud
that started to cry
"Me," said the rider, as dry as a bone
"How?" said the sun
that melted the ground
"Why?" said the river
that refused to run
"Where?" said the thunder
without a sound
"Here," said the rider,
and took up his gun.
Bloody flies.
Kill one and a dozen more
turn up to his funeral.
Oh, Danny Boy
The flies, the flies are crawl...
Oh, a thousand pardons, my dear man.
It appears that I am a little scuppered.
Oh, no need for that, sir.
No need for that.
We are white men, you and I.
Permit me to introduce myself.
My name is Jellon Lamb.
Citizen of the world, you might say.
An adventurer.
And, if I may be so bold,
a man of no little education.
And you, sir?
By what name
am I honoured to address thee?
Of course, a... mere detail.
Mere detail.
Forgive me, sir, but I've been stuck here
with no-one but this sorry sack
of Hibernian pig sh*t for conversation.
Poor, poor Dan O'Reilly.
Sit, sir. Drink with me.
One more crack about the Irish,
Mr Lamb, and I'll shoot you.
Am I clear?
Oh, as the waters of Ennis, sir.
Let us drink, then, to the Irish.
No finer race of men
have ever... peeled a potato.
Do you pray, Mr Lamb?
Good Lord, son.
No, I do not.
I was, in days gone by, a believer.
But, alas, I came
to this beleaguered land
and the God in me just...
evaporated.
Let us change our toast, sir.
To the God who has forgotten us.
But first...
cardinal rule.
Never raise a glass with a man
whose name you do not know.
My name is Charles Murphy.
Charles, eh?
Perhaps you've read
'On The Origin Of The Species
By Means Of Natural Selection'
by Charles Darwin.
Oh, don't be thrown by the title.
He had some most fascinating
things to say.
Chilling things.
studying Aboriginals.
He claims we are, at bottom,
one and the same.
He infers, Mr Murphy,
that we share
a common ancestry with monkeys.
Monkeys!
Mr Murphy, Russia, China, the Congo.
Oh, I have travelled
among unknown people
But nothing...
nothing could have prepared me
for this godforsaken hole.
You see... Mr Murphy...
I am something of a fortune hunter.
And what fortune do you hunt
out here, Mr Lamb?
That would be my question
to you, Mr Murphy.
Unhand me, Murphy, or I'll slit
your f***ing throat.
We are white men, sir.
Not beasts.
He sits up there
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