The Stolen Page #3

How are we?

Nice to see you all.

Have you had a bath?

Oh, then you might

need another one!

Bertie!

They're here!

The lasses are here!

Well, ladies, ladies, ladies.

Welcome, welcome.

Well, well, well.

What a divine selection.

I'm Bertie Russell.

At your attendance.

I trust your journey

treated you well?

No. It was sh*t.

Oh, well, uh...

Let's hope that your stay

with us proves to be

just the opposite.

Delightful, in fact.

And fruitful to us all.

Uh, Mr. McCullen

has a meeting

at West Port,

so it's my honorable duty

to escort you to...

well, your boudoirs.

Ah, an English rose.

I like it.

You're gonna go down a treat.

All right, gentlemen.

Give the ladies time

to freshen up,

and after that, you can

throw all your money

and yourselves at them.

Soon all this will be out

of here, and we'll have

more rooms for more girlies.

This is just the beginning.

Look at that stage, ladies.

Drapes will make it nice.

Aye.

A touch of class.

Now where's

the English rose?

Ah, there you are.

She was just the sort

Of creature, boys

That nature did intend

To walk around the world

Me boys

Without the Grecian Bend

And did she wear a chignon

I'll have you all to know

That I met her in the garden

Where the pretties grow

Right.

I'll be doing the negotiating

on your behalf.

Make sure you're well kept,

safe and well fed.

And all for a mere

35 percent of your takings.

Wait.

Are you the boss?

No.

Mr. McCullen is the boss.

Aye.

Then it's Mr. McCullen

we work for.

As do I.

It's his 35 percent,

not mine.

Twenty percent or I glue

my bloomers to my ass.

Well, perhaps we could come

to some kind of

quid pro quo arrangement.

Just show us the rooms,

you dirty little bastard.

It's good to have a friend

sometimes, you know.

Aye, it depends on the friend.

Right.

Onwards and upwards.

This is just like the big house.

How many bloody stairs?

Here's where you'll be

providing your fleshy pleasures.

And over here,

yet another little love grotto

from which to sing

your siren songs.

And over here,

we have the grand suite.

And the last

but not the least,

the not so grand suite.

Very funny.

Hey, what happened

to the dresses?

We were promised good dresses.

If Mr. McCullen gave his word,

he'll keep his word.

Right. I'm gonna leave

you lovely ladies to make

yourselves even lovelier.

You won't be shy

of work tonight.

That's for certain.

Oh, sh*t.

Won't be making anything

looking like this.

They never leave you,

do they?

She was three.

Gentlemen!

Both the drink and the ladies

await your unbridled

appreciation.

Well, it appears there are some

things more desirable than gold.

Hello.

So pleased to meet you all.

Ooh, buy us some drinks.

Buy me a drink?

Another one.

I'm so excited!

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

So who's going to help me?

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

S-Sorry.

Hello.

Are you for sale?

-No.

-But why?

Stop it!

Give you good money.

Stay with me.

-Are you leaving?

-Job is done, miss.

I wanted to say thank you.

You be safe, now.

Are you leaving too?

This is not my home.

I never asked your name.

Matai.

How often do you come

to Goldtown, Matai?

When somebody needs

to get over the mountain.

And say somebody did.

Already you don't like it?

It's not my home either.

I was never

planning on staying.

I'll need help leaving.

I can return.

I don't know

how long I'll need.

Are you in trouble,

Miss Charlotte?

I can be back in three days.

Three days. Yes.

Thank you, three days.

Hello.

Oh.

- Give reason

I no pull trigger.

I'm sorry. I heard crying,

and I thought the baby was sick.

No sick.

No.

I'm sorry.

- Are there any other families

here?

You go now.

You no come again.

Who took that portrait?

Who took that picture?

- I say go!

- I have the same picture.

I'm going!

I'm going!

Gone.

Oh, there you are.

I thought you might be upstairs,

earning yourself some money.

A lot of the fellas

want a taste of your wares,

darlin'.

Listen,

walk with me.

Gentlemen.

If you want a bed,

a nice roof over your head,

lovely fires

to keep you warm,

then you do what

the other girlies are doing

that you rode in with.

Either up there on the stage

or flat on your back.

Because it's either that,

or you're out the door,

and you don't come back.

That's how it works.

Show's in an hour.

Oh, did you

see their faces?

They look loaded.

Very nice.

Is there a dress

I can wear?

Whoo!

Whoo!

Go on, girls.

Oh, keep it comin'.

Yes!

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

-Marry me!

-Which one of us?

Any of you! All of you!

Oh, Mr. McCullen.

We weren't expecting

you back tonight.

How was your day?

Good, Bertie.

Thank you.

So, uh, all this is yours,

the hotel? You got a wife?

Mr. McCullen

prefers his toffees with

the wrappers untouched.

But a horse is a damn sight

easier to ride

if it's been broken in.

Hey.

Boss.

What about Bully?

He didn't make it.

The gorge.

We lost some supplies too.

We lost too many lives

in that pass.

We'll say prayers

for him Sunday.

I'll send the Jameson brothers

for the supplies in the morning.

Bertie?

I think

these ladies need a drink.

Right.

So.

What do you cost me?

No!

-You don't

like my money?

-That's not what I said.

-You don't like me?

-Actually, I do quite like you.

-My money's good, Bertie!

-I know that, Freckles.

But you heard the lady.

What the hell

kind of a place is this?

I've got good money

to spend here

for Christ's sakes!

That's the last help

you'll get from me.

From now on,

you'll fight them off

yourself.

Here. On the house.

Help you to relax.

Maybe loosen you up a little.

I don't think so.

Dangerous out there,

princess.

Mr. McCullen doesn't like

his ladies getting into trouble,

losing their looks now.

Oh.

Wouldn't mind us

getting a bit of fresh air,

now, would he?

Got a window in my room.

All the fresh air you need,

Charlotte.

Charlotte.

That's the kind of name

you just wanna...

wrap your mouth around,

now, isn't it?

First honest days' work

you've ever done

in your life, eh, princess?

So what's he up to,

this McCullen?

That's "Mr. McCullen"

to you.

And what he's up to is

making a life for himself

after all he's been through.

Losing his wife

and his child,

and all that he had.

Some folk would simply

fall to pieces.

Others stand up.

They look to their future.

That's what

your man's done.

He's got some big plans

for Goldtown.

Some grand old plans.

Right.

It's time for work.

Michael?

Get those

f***ing chairs down.

Right, gentlemen.

The house is open.

One pound

for the English rose

over there,

just sitting there

doing nothing

the whole time.

One pound for a dance.

Yes, well, fair's fair.

After all, business is business.

Two pounds.

Two pounds.

Any advance on two pounds?

Come on, Bertie.

Three pounds.

Three pounds!

Four pounds, Bertie.

I believe we have a winner.

Oh, come on then, love.

I'm the luckiest bastard

in the room!

Hey,

make it a fast one, boys!

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