Frontier (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Episode #3.2 - full transcript
Hey! I'm not gonna kill you!
I'm just here for information.
Don't do it.
Don't...
You're gonna tell me everything
you know about Lord Benton,
where he's going,
how many men he's with.
I want to know everything.
Ha-ha!
Look at that silly fucker go.
You havin' a laugh, Harp!
You'll never pop him from there.
You were saying?
That's not possible.
- And yet, there he goes. At top speed, no less.
- Let's go.
We need to stop him
before he gets to Moose Fort.
Nah, no way, no way.
I gotta get back to the outpost.
- For what?
- Supplies.
What supplies?
We're gonna use these guns,
and we'll make due
when we get to the fort.
No way. I'll tell ya what.
I'll meet you up. How's that?
Goddammit, McTaggart.
I need you.
Charlie, don't waste any time.
In and out.
- It's colder than a witch's quim-whisker out there.
- Yeah...
Where's the powder and shot?
Trap door to the larder's
behind the bar,
straight in, boom.
Then we're the fuck outta here.
Hey, McTaggart,
do you really feel like this is necessary?
I mean, you walked us
into the lion's den.
I reckon your plan could use a
little more time in the cookery.
You know what I mean?
- No, Charlie,
I don't know what you mean.
Now, I'm hungry.
Hello, chief. What would you
recommend for two thirsty travelers?
And preferably something that
don't taste like donkey piss.
- What'd you say?
- Ah, my friend here,
he was raised by wolves.
He's got a... crooked sense of humour.
You know what?
This place was once cared for,
you know? Looked after.
Why don't you take a fucking cloth to it,
sweep up from time to time?
Hire a barkeep that's not
half as daft as you look.
He's a special one.
We've been walking outside
for... days.
Yeah, we just really would like
something to drink,
and we have coin.
Keep it together. Remember,
Harp said "in and out."
Keep your mind on the target.
You could get us both killed!
Alright, alright, alright.
Alright.
Fuck this.
Alright, here we go.
Yeah. Yes.
You and your slave
best be moving on.
What's that?
Hey, don't be rude.
He's not my slave,
he's my accountant.
Would a slave
have teeth like this?
What's this?
What's all this?
Ah, that would be mine,
you wee wetback.
You see,
this is my establishment.
These are all my belongings.
There ya go, nice and cozy.
Now, if you're not mad keen
on being brutally murdered,
you'll give me
that fucking bottle.
No? Alright.
Hey!
Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!!!
- Whoo!
- Aaargh!
Ooh.
- Hey!
Yeah! Ooh!
Schooh!
Well, that works.
Now, that there
was a decent shot.
Well done, Charles the Bold.
Right over here. Ah...
Aye.
- Hey. Yeah!
- Here you go, butterfingers.
- Ah!
- Catch.
- Yes!
Right, go get the guns,
Charlie.
I'll get the whiskey.
Ah!
Ah, shhh...
Papa's got you now.
Chaulk. Wait.
Listen.
They're not coming.
We'd hear the dogs,
or... or voices at least.
No, I don't trust it.
He's not gonna let us get away.
Well, we got a head start.
We should keep moving.
What...
what are you looking for?
Landmarks.
So we don't get lost.
We have to find Miss Emberly
before he does.
You've disappointed me, Wadlow.
If a couple of silly girls
can elude you,
what chance do you have
of capturing Harp?
They are silly girls,
but it's a little bit
like trying to find a black cat
in a coal cellar.
Whereas, with Harp,
he'll be walking straight
into our trap.
We will not fail.
Unless she finds him
out in those woods.
I don't care if she's a
black cat in a coal cellar,
a white cat in a snowstorm,
or a green cat
in a field of grass.
You find her
and bring her to me.
Douglas Brown?
Who are you?
I'm Michael Smyth
of the Black Wolf Company.
Ah, you're Declan Harp's boy.
I need to speak business
with you.
Business? With me?
Our business concluded...
when you reneged on that deal,
you and Harp, with my wife.
Douglas... we delivered.
It was Carruthers
who didn't come to collect.
She couldn't collect.
You must understand,
I had no other option
but to sell
to the next buyer in line.
Who just happened to be
the man who killed her.
What?
There's an efficiency
in his evil, Grant.
I'll have to give him that.
I'm sorry, Douglas.
I really am.
What happened to
Mrs. Carruthers is... is awful.
But I'm not here
to talk about that,
I'm here to talk about the future,
a better future.
Because none of us
have much of one
as long as we're separately trying to
fend off the Hudson's Bay Company.
If I can prove
to the Lake Walkers
that I have reliable buyers
here in Montreal,
then we all together stand a
chance of taking on the company.
I could've went to Grant,
Douglas.
But I came to you instead.
That was a mistake.
We can't beat the HBC
as fractured independents.
We must form an alliance to
stand up against their tyranny.
You sold out
to Samuel Grant and Cobbs Pond.
And for that, I never want
to see your face again.
What were you thinking?
I was thinking...
about Elizabeth.
You have to learn to separate your
emotions from your business decisions.
My instinct is the secret
to my business.
Oh, really?
How has that fared for you?
Now, you wait just a minute.
I dinnae bring the storm
that sunk my ship.
I dinnae start the war
with the Lake Walkers.
I dinnae kill my wife.
I dinnae... write the will...
...bequeathing all the benefits
of this great company to a slave.
I am not a slave!
Bless me Father, for I might have sinned,
but I'm not quite sure.
I feel terrible about
some things that have occurred.
I took a man's life.
I thought it was self-defence,
truly I did.
And so I tell myself I don't
need forgiveness for this.
I am not a bad person.
If you're not sure
if you've sinned,
why are you speaking to me?
I want permission
not to feel guilt, Father.
Because I want to survive.
I need to survive.
Michael.
You look
like you're doing well.
Yes, I... I am. Very well.
Are you still
with Grant and Pond?
I'm not with them.
I... I'm a part
of Grant's household.
What does that mean?
I live there and such.
I need to see Grant.
Can you get me a meeting
with him?
I doubt he's available.
Mr. Grant is headed to New York.
I have a proposition for him
that won't take long.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
Why's that?
A military man
named Vinnicombe came to Grant's
and offered to pay favour to his
business if Grant helped capture you.
Me? And do what?
And take you back to England
to face trial.
- I'm not going back to England.
- Your connection with Declan Harp
and the Black Wolf Company
is no secret.
Samuel Grant doesn't seem like the kind
of man who would follow English law.
I don't suppose he is.
He'll do... whatever gets him
what he wants.
In that case,
I'll take me chances. Please.
Mr. Grant is not taking
business meetings at the moment.
He's not in the right
state of mind.
He's taking a little time off.
Pond must be running things
while he's away, right?
Come on, Clenna.
Whatever offer I make,
it's gonna benefit you as well.
I can see
if he'll meet with you.
But I can't promise
he'll be civilized.
Michael Smyth is in Montreal,
and he's looking to form an alliance.
He wants to speak with me?
Well, he asked for Grant.
We would do very well to
turn him in to Major Vinnicombe.
It would guarantee our immunity.
I'll not set a trap
for Michael.
You don't have to. I will.
It might turn Samuel's mood.
Do you want the world to know that
Elizabeth Carruthers died by Grant's hand?!
Are you threatening me,
Clenna?
I'm bargaining with you.
You should give a little more
thought to your negotiation tactics.
If you align yourself
with the HBC,
you will always be beholden
to them.
In an alliance
with the Independents,
there'd be room
for you to rise to the top.
Do you really think the major
can be taken at his word?
Fine, fine, fine.
We'll meet
with your little friend Michael.
But Clenna...
Don't ever threaten me again.
Jesus Christ.
Ah.
I don't know which is worse -
the fact that you cannae hold your liquor,
or that you seem to be hell-bent
on making business even more
difficult than it's been.
Sit down before you fall down.
I... I broke my... broke my glasses.
You're a bloody wee fool.
Aye, aye.
Because I rejected the wee boy?
And Michael Smyth?
What would you have me do?
Michael Smyth...
offered us an alliance
that is the key to our survival.
All ye can think about
is the company.
And all I care about is Elizabeth.
Then don't dishonour
her memory
by running her legacy
into the ground!
She deserves better from you,
Douglas!
If you love her
the way you claim you do,
then you will
pull yourself together.
Alright.
Brother.
I think you need to go
and sleep this off, eh?
Aye.
Malcolm, we don't have time
to wait for him to dry out
and smarten up.
We need a deal.
Clenna and I
spent our lives
running from big men
with small minds.
But we always got
the best of 'em,
because we learned
to work together.
Now with all of Montreal
in step with Samuel Grant,
we'll have enough manpower to
beat the HBC at their own game.
I'm sure you were adorable
little children.
But the New World is hardly
the East End of London.
Or Gravesend, for that matter.
Oh, I understand.
But join my alliance,
and do right by the Lake Walkers and
the Voyageurs and your partners here,
and we'll start to bring about the demise
of the HBC - with incredible profits.
And I assume you'll be at the
head of this little alliance?
That's right.
Forgive me, but the truth is
that you're a thief, a con man.
And I have direct access
to the Lake Walker trade.
They will stop working with the HBC if
I have assurances of Montreal buyers.
Now, the Voyageurs,
the coureurs-de-bois,
they've been undermining
the Company for years now,
pushing further inland
towards Lake Walker territory.
But the problem
with building an empire
is wasting time and resources on
defending it against your enemies.
You can bring them
all together?
We all share a common hatred
for the HBC.
- Hmm.
- The only thing the company's had on us until now
is structure and organization,
and that's where I come in.
It's a very ambitious plan.
All I need now is a partner
who's equally as ambitious
and clear-eyed
to see the future.
That's cheeky.
I hope you realize that you have a
very loyal friend here in Clenna.
I'd like
to see you both succeed.
So would I.
We will make a deal
on one condition.
No Brown Brothers.
We just don't play well
together.
I'm not gonna share power
with them.
You'll give me your word
that you will not become
partners with Carruthers
and Company.
I'm gonna need to see
some of that capital up front.
As a show of faith.
Hmm.
Give me a little bit of time
to speak to the banker.
You come back tonight,
you'll have your investment.
May we speak?
Of course.
You are troubled.
These are troubling times.
I feel like I know
what my mission should be,
but every step I take
moves me farther from my goal.
Sokanon, you have lost
someone dear to you.
Have you properly mourned
his death?
Wahush was killed by the
carelessness of the white people.
I brought them to him.
I am to blame
for Wahush's death.
Have you listened
for his voice?
What about the voice
of your sister,
Declan Harp's wife.
Have you listened for her?
And the mothers and the
fathers long since gone?
I have always sought guidance
from my ancestors.
It's hard to stop
and listen to my ancestors,
when our girls and women
are being so mistreated now.
This is nonsense.
What can you do?
I don't know,
that's why I came to seek your guidance.
If you cannot help the
girls further north,
where are there girls
that you can help?
Remember to take time
to listen to nature.
You'll know...
when you listen.
Aha.
Well, if we get caught,
I'll say I took you as my prisoner.
Ah! I've seen what he can do.
He's gonna cut me
from me belly to me chin.
Put that out of your mind,
Chaulk.
I can't!
Look, if we keep moving and you stay close,
we'll be safe.
Just stay close to me, you understand?
- Okay, okay.
It's important you know
who's on your side.
Shit.
Thank God you found us!
I've been trying to get away this whole time!
I took him as my prisoner.
Don't hurt him.
Well, at least we know
he's on his way.
Do I let this man live?
Of course not.
This isn't her fault.
I forced her into it.
Don't you worry your pretty
head about our friend Chaulk.
You can find a safe place to hold
our guest until she is required.
- What will I be required for?
- Don't take your eyes off her.
You, my dear Chaulk,
have greatly disappointed me.
Listen, I'm sorry, sir.
I'm really...
No, you're not sorry. Not yet.
But you will be.
Michael.
Malcolm.
How are you?
We want in.
What prompted Douglas
to change his mind?
He was adamant
about not dealing with me.
Don't judge my brother
because he's a crybaby.
It's just in his nature.
I'm serious. I've no desire to go into
business with people who want to throttle me.
Look...
I talked some sense into him.
Told him that this'd be a good
business opportunity for us.
Well,
circumstances have changed.
- Since this morning?
- Your brother said no,
very clearly,
so the offer came off the table.
Right, well, I'm putting it
back on the table now,
because the way I see it
is you owe us this, Michael.
I've made a deal with Samuel Grant.
It's exclusive.
And I see no reason why he'd want
to go into business with you.
I don't care a shite about
Samuel Grant or what he wants.
This is about you and me,
Carruthers and Black Wolf,
doing business together.
We all need this, Michael.
If you can get your brother to sign
an agreement, then maybe we can talk.
Otherwise, this conversation's a
waste of time without a contract.
I'll have it sorted before
you leave for the frontier.
Omaciw and I said we would
stay by your side, and we will.
I am impressed
that you have taken up
the cause so sincerely.
This is nonsense.
We believe in what you believe.
For too long, the injustices
to the People have continued.
If it means we have to fight for justice,
then so be it.
If it means we have to die
for justice, then so be it.
Kamenna needs your protection.
This time I go alone.
Where are you going?
Fort James.
Ah.
This is nonsense. Beware the Irishman
with the Haudenosaunee wife.
Yes.
So there's me, giving her a quick knee
trim while up against a white tree.
That certainly sounds like
one hell of a first impression.
Ah, but she was a good 50
pounds heavier than me, Charlie.
So I'm the one being tossed about
like a rag doll, so I am...
What the fuck?!
Shhh! Get over here!
Ah...
- Did you go back to get this?
- No!
Well... aye!
Unbelievable.
Come on, Charlie. Let's go.
Thank you.
This will be put to good use.
The future of this deal depends on
our being able to trust one another.
As do all deals, I suppose.
Mr. Grant and I will be the best
partners that you've ever had.
But if you betray us, Michael?
We will be unforgiving.
Then you better remember
that Grant's only access
to the Lake Walker trade
is through me,
and that this deal only works if
you and Grant hold up your end.
Mr. Grant and I are both steadfast in our
desire to see the HBC brought to its knees.
Good. Let's get started.
- Michael.
- I'll walk you out.
Look at you, acting like
a real man of business.
Thank you for trusting me.
You're dying to get back out there,
aren't you? To the frontier.
It's my kind of business.
Will I see you again
when you come back?
Or were you just using me
to get your business deal?
- I'm not using you.
- Yes, you are.
But... be assured...
...I'm using you just as much.
Is that so?
I suppose you're going to see that
Native woman who wants to kill me?
She doesn't want much to do
with me right now.
Because of me?
I have to go.
Was that a bittersweet
goodbye?
Do you think
Michael's lying to me
about his dealings
with the Browns?
Some time ago, I would've been
certain of Michael's word.
But now I'm not so sure.
His word means far less to him
than his business, it seems.
Good night.
I'm surprised. I thought there was
no chance of Douglas giving in.
Oh, I set him straight.
A new partnership
calls for a wee celebration.
Would you like a glass
of something?
I'm sure we have a bottle
of Madeira hidden in the cellar.
No. Thank you,
but I best be going.
You should go with him.
Michael!
- What now?
- I'm going with you.
I need to make sure
the Carruthers Company's
best interests
are being secured.
- I gave you me word, didn't I?
- Oh, aye.
Just like you gave Samuel Grant your word
that you wouldn't do business with us.
And see how that turned out.
Well, that just proves I'm willing to
tell a white lie for the greater good.
How are we supposed to be business
partners if you can't trust me?
By me keeping one eye on you
all the fucking time.
Now let's go.
- Now, my dear, are you ready?
- Ready for what?
For your long-awaited reunion
with Declan Harp, of course.
I know it's not that simple.
No. Perhaps more ships passing in the night,
eh?
Where is this all leading,
Lord Benton?
Do you really think
your mutual desire
to annihilate one another
ends in some sort of salvation?
Mr. Harp has long since
thrown down a gauntlet.
I am a lord, a gentleman,
and it is my duty
to answer that call.
Anything less
would be irredeemable.
I will not help you
to kill Declan Harp.
Who said anything
about killing?
Despite what notions
you may have of me,
I am an honourable man.
And so I shall promise Harp
a fair trial in London.
I cannot say what may
become of him thereafter.
Putting Declan Harp on trial in London
will be worse than trying to cage a bear.
When I took Harp into my home,
he was but a mongrel pup.
He was barely house-trained.
I made him into the man
he is today.
But Declan Harp is the architect
of his own demise.
He sealed his own fate
a long time ago.
However, since I can't have you
alerting him to my intentions,
I'm afraid Wadlow
may have to fetch a muzzle.
He will kill you first.
We shall see.
Make sure your men are ready!
Once he knows she's here,
he'll make his move!
We're gonna let him get within sniffing
distance of her before we make our move.
They're all gonna jump
at the chance to kill you.
Yeah, which means they're gonna
jump at the chance to kill us, too.
Aye,
once they're done killin' Harp.
- You two aren't going in.
- Alright, you're going on your own?
It makes no sense,
that sort of thing.
I'm just gonna go down there
and have a quick chat.
You're gonna stay here
and try not to be you.
Charlie, cover my ass, 'cause...
you're the best shot
out of all three of us.
Much obliged.
Now, had he said that when that
English prick was on our way,
we wouldn't be rushing around trying to
cobble this plan together, would we?
Maybe you can try doing something
constructive with your mouth.
I've been known to listen to some
critical feedback now and then.
Shut up.
You sure you don't want
a wee dram?
Could be your last,
you mad bastard.
I'm gonna rip open the gates of
hell with the death I bring.
The devil can't hold 'em.
Benton's mine.
Well... you heard that.
I think what he's trying
to say is,
he wants me to follow him.
Argh...
Any of you
don't know who I am,
I'm Declan Harp.
Any of you who don't want
to die tonight...
...leave now.
Hold your ground!
Any one of you moves
to leave his post...
What'd you say your name was?
Wadlow.
Rough childhood.
You've made a grave mistake
coming here, Mr. Harp.
I've dedicated my life
to huntin' filthy beasts
such as yourself.
I look forward to adding
your head to my wall.
Let Grace go.
You're in no position
to make demands.
I'm under orders to execute you
if you don't come quietly.
I tell you what, Wad-blow.
I'll come quietly...
if you let my Grace go
and you have your men fire off their
weapons so I know that she's safe.
Alright.
Men...
Ready...
aim...
fire!
That's enough.
Grace.
No!!!
Where is she?!
Ugh!
Who the fuck are you?!
Aaah...!
Shit.
Aaah!
Argh!
Get up. Up, dog!
I'm just here for information.
Don't do it.
Don't...
You're gonna tell me everything
you know about Lord Benton,
where he's going,
how many men he's with.
I want to know everything.
Ha-ha!
Look at that silly fucker go.
You havin' a laugh, Harp!
You'll never pop him from there.
You were saying?
That's not possible.
- And yet, there he goes. At top speed, no less.
- Let's go.
We need to stop him
before he gets to Moose Fort.
Nah, no way, no way.
I gotta get back to the outpost.
- For what?
- Supplies.
What supplies?
We're gonna use these guns,
and we'll make due
when we get to the fort.
No way. I'll tell ya what.
I'll meet you up. How's that?
Goddammit, McTaggart.
I need you.
Charlie, don't waste any time.
In and out.
- It's colder than a witch's quim-whisker out there.
- Yeah...
Where's the powder and shot?
Trap door to the larder's
behind the bar,
straight in, boom.
Then we're the fuck outta here.
Hey, McTaggart,
do you really feel like this is necessary?
I mean, you walked us
into the lion's den.
I reckon your plan could use a
little more time in the cookery.
You know what I mean?
- No, Charlie,
I don't know what you mean.
Now, I'm hungry.
Hello, chief. What would you
recommend for two thirsty travelers?
And preferably something that
don't taste like donkey piss.
- What'd you say?
- Ah, my friend here,
he was raised by wolves.
He's got a... crooked sense of humour.
You know what?
This place was once cared for,
you know? Looked after.
Why don't you take a fucking cloth to it,
sweep up from time to time?
Hire a barkeep that's not
half as daft as you look.
He's a special one.
We've been walking outside
for... days.
Yeah, we just really would like
something to drink,
and we have coin.
Keep it together. Remember,
Harp said "in and out."
Keep your mind on the target.
You could get us both killed!
Alright, alright, alright.
Alright.
Fuck this.
Alright, here we go.
Yeah. Yes.
You and your slave
best be moving on.
What's that?
Hey, don't be rude.
He's not my slave,
he's my accountant.
Would a slave
have teeth like this?
What's this?
What's all this?
Ah, that would be mine,
you wee wetback.
You see,
this is my establishment.
These are all my belongings.
There ya go, nice and cozy.
Now, if you're not mad keen
on being brutally murdered,
you'll give me
that fucking bottle.
No? Alright.
Hey!
Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!!!
- Whoo!
- Aaargh!
Ooh.
- Hey!
Yeah! Ooh!
Schooh!
Well, that works.
Now, that there
was a decent shot.
Well done, Charles the Bold.
Right over here. Ah...
Aye.
- Hey. Yeah!
- Here you go, butterfingers.
- Ah!
- Catch.
- Yes!
Right, go get the guns,
Charlie.
I'll get the whiskey.
Ah!
Ah, shhh...
Papa's got you now.
Chaulk. Wait.
Listen.
They're not coming.
We'd hear the dogs,
or... or voices at least.
No, I don't trust it.
He's not gonna let us get away.
Well, we got a head start.
We should keep moving.
What...
what are you looking for?
Landmarks.
So we don't get lost.
We have to find Miss Emberly
before he does.
You've disappointed me, Wadlow.
If a couple of silly girls
can elude you,
what chance do you have
of capturing Harp?
They are silly girls,
but it's a little bit
like trying to find a black cat
in a coal cellar.
Whereas, with Harp,
he'll be walking straight
into our trap.
We will not fail.
Unless she finds him
out in those woods.
I don't care if she's a
black cat in a coal cellar,
a white cat in a snowstorm,
or a green cat
in a field of grass.
You find her
and bring her to me.
Douglas Brown?
Who are you?
I'm Michael Smyth
of the Black Wolf Company.
Ah, you're Declan Harp's boy.
I need to speak business
with you.
Business? With me?
Our business concluded...
when you reneged on that deal,
you and Harp, with my wife.
Douglas... we delivered.
It was Carruthers
who didn't come to collect.
She couldn't collect.
You must understand,
I had no other option
but to sell
to the next buyer in line.
Who just happened to be
the man who killed her.
What?
There's an efficiency
in his evil, Grant.
I'll have to give him that.
I'm sorry, Douglas.
I really am.
What happened to
Mrs. Carruthers is... is awful.
But I'm not here
to talk about that,
I'm here to talk about the future,
a better future.
Because none of us
have much of one
as long as we're separately trying to
fend off the Hudson's Bay Company.
If I can prove
to the Lake Walkers
that I have reliable buyers
here in Montreal,
then we all together stand a
chance of taking on the company.
I could've went to Grant,
Douglas.
But I came to you instead.
That was a mistake.
We can't beat the HBC
as fractured independents.
We must form an alliance to
stand up against their tyranny.
You sold out
to Samuel Grant and Cobbs Pond.
And for that, I never want
to see your face again.
What were you thinking?
I was thinking...
about Elizabeth.
You have to learn to separate your
emotions from your business decisions.
My instinct is the secret
to my business.
Oh, really?
How has that fared for you?
Now, you wait just a minute.
I dinnae bring the storm
that sunk my ship.
I dinnae start the war
with the Lake Walkers.
I dinnae kill my wife.
I dinnae... write the will...
...bequeathing all the benefits
of this great company to a slave.
I am not a slave!
Bless me Father, for I might have sinned,
but I'm not quite sure.
I feel terrible about
some things that have occurred.
I took a man's life.
I thought it was self-defence,
truly I did.
And so I tell myself I don't
need forgiveness for this.
I am not a bad person.
If you're not sure
if you've sinned,
why are you speaking to me?
I want permission
not to feel guilt, Father.
Because I want to survive.
I need to survive.
Michael.
You look
like you're doing well.
Yes, I... I am. Very well.
Are you still
with Grant and Pond?
I'm not with them.
I... I'm a part
of Grant's household.
What does that mean?
I live there and such.
I need to see Grant.
Can you get me a meeting
with him?
I doubt he's available.
Mr. Grant is headed to New York.
I have a proposition for him
that won't take long.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
Why's that?
A military man
named Vinnicombe came to Grant's
and offered to pay favour to his
business if Grant helped capture you.
Me? And do what?
And take you back to England
to face trial.
- I'm not going back to England.
- Your connection with Declan Harp
and the Black Wolf Company
is no secret.
Samuel Grant doesn't seem like the kind
of man who would follow English law.
I don't suppose he is.
He'll do... whatever gets him
what he wants.
In that case,
I'll take me chances. Please.
Mr. Grant is not taking
business meetings at the moment.
He's not in the right
state of mind.
He's taking a little time off.
Pond must be running things
while he's away, right?
Come on, Clenna.
Whatever offer I make,
it's gonna benefit you as well.
I can see
if he'll meet with you.
But I can't promise
he'll be civilized.
Michael Smyth is in Montreal,
and he's looking to form an alliance.
He wants to speak with me?
Well, he asked for Grant.
We would do very well to
turn him in to Major Vinnicombe.
It would guarantee our immunity.
I'll not set a trap
for Michael.
You don't have to. I will.
It might turn Samuel's mood.
Do you want the world to know that
Elizabeth Carruthers died by Grant's hand?!
Are you threatening me,
Clenna?
I'm bargaining with you.
You should give a little more
thought to your negotiation tactics.
If you align yourself
with the HBC,
you will always be beholden
to them.
In an alliance
with the Independents,
there'd be room
for you to rise to the top.
Do you really think the major
can be taken at his word?
Fine, fine, fine.
We'll meet
with your little friend Michael.
But Clenna...
Don't ever threaten me again.
Jesus Christ.
Ah.
I don't know which is worse -
the fact that you cannae hold your liquor,
or that you seem to be hell-bent
on making business even more
difficult than it's been.
Sit down before you fall down.
I... I broke my... broke my glasses.
You're a bloody wee fool.
Aye, aye.
Because I rejected the wee boy?
And Michael Smyth?
What would you have me do?
Michael Smyth...
offered us an alliance
that is the key to our survival.
All ye can think about
is the company.
And all I care about is Elizabeth.
Then don't dishonour
her memory
by running her legacy
into the ground!
She deserves better from you,
Douglas!
If you love her
the way you claim you do,
then you will
pull yourself together.
Alright.
Brother.
I think you need to go
and sleep this off, eh?
Aye.
Malcolm, we don't have time
to wait for him to dry out
and smarten up.
We need a deal.
Clenna and I
spent our lives
running from big men
with small minds.
But we always got
the best of 'em,
because we learned
to work together.
Now with all of Montreal
in step with Samuel Grant,
we'll have enough manpower to
beat the HBC at their own game.
I'm sure you were adorable
little children.
But the New World is hardly
the East End of London.
Or Gravesend, for that matter.
Oh, I understand.
But join my alliance,
and do right by the Lake Walkers and
the Voyageurs and your partners here,
and we'll start to bring about the demise
of the HBC - with incredible profits.
And I assume you'll be at the
head of this little alliance?
That's right.
Forgive me, but the truth is
that you're a thief, a con man.
And I have direct access
to the Lake Walker trade.
They will stop working with the HBC if
I have assurances of Montreal buyers.
Now, the Voyageurs,
the coureurs-de-bois,
they've been undermining
the Company for years now,
pushing further inland
towards Lake Walker territory.
But the problem
with building an empire
is wasting time and resources on
defending it against your enemies.
You can bring them
all together?
We all share a common hatred
for the HBC.
- Hmm.
- The only thing the company's had on us until now
is structure and organization,
and that's where I come in.
It's a very ambitious plan.
All I need now is a partner
who's equally as ambitious
and clear-eyed
to see the future.
That's cheeky.
I hope you realize that you have a
very loyal friend here in Clenna.
I'd like
to see you both succeed.
So would I.
We will make a deal
on one condition.
No Brown Brothers.
We just don't play well
together.
I'm not gonna share power
with them.
You'll give me your word
that you will not become
partners with Carruthers
and Company.
I'm gonna need to see
some of that capital up front.
As a show of faith.
Hmm.
Give me a little bit of time
to speak to the banker.
You come back tonight,
you'll have your investment.
May we speak?
Of course.
You are troubled.
These are troubling times.
I feel like I know
what my mission should be,
but every step I take
moves me farther from my goal.
Sokanon, you have lost
someone dear to you.
Have you properly mourned
his death?
Wahush was killed by the
carelessness of the white people.
I brought them to him.
I am to blame
for Wahush's death.
Have you listened
for his voice?
What about the voice
of your sister,
Declan Harp's wife.
Have you listened for her?
And the mothers and the
fathers long since gone?
I have always sought guidance
from my ancestors.
It's hard to stop
and listen to my ancestors,
when our girls and women
are being so mistreated now.
This is nonsense.
What can you do?
I don't know,
that's why I came to seek your guidance.
If you cannot help the
girls further north,
where are there girls
that you can help?
Remember to take time
to listen to nature.
You'll know...
when you listen.
Aha.
Well, if we get caught,
I'll say I took you as my prisoner.
Ah! I've seen what he can do.
He's gonna cut me
from me belly to me chin.
Put that out of your mind,
Chaulk.
I can't!
Look, if we keep moving and you stay close,
we'll be safe.
Just stay close to me, you understand?
- Okay, okay.
It's important you know
who's on your side.
Shit.
Thank God you found us!
I've been trying to get away this whole time!
I took him as my prisoner.
Don't hurt him.
Well, at least we know
he's on his way.
Do I let this man live?
Of course not.
This isn't her fault.
I forced her into it.
Don't you worry your pretty
head about our friend Chaulk.
You can find a safe place to hold
our guest until she is required.
- What will I be required for?
- Don't take your eyes off her.
You, my dear Chaulk,
have greatly disappointed me.
Listen, I'm sorry, sir.
I'm really...
No, you're not sorry. Not yet.
But you will be.
Michael.
Malcolm.
How are you?
We want in.
What prompted Douglas
to change his mind?
He was adamant
about not dealing with me.
Don't judge my brother
because he's a crybaby.
It's just in his nature.
I'm serious. I've no desire to go into
business with people who want to throttle me.
Look...
I talked some sense into him.
Told him that this'd be a good
business opportunity for us.
Well,
circumstances have changed.
- Since this morning?
- Your brother said no,
very clearly,
so the offer came off the table.
Right, well, I'm putting it
back on the table now,
because the way I see it
is you owe us this, Michael.
I've made a deal with Samuel Grant.
It's exclusive.
And I see no reason why he'd want
to go into business with you.
I don't care a shite about
Samuel Grant or what he wants.
This is about you and me,
Carruthers and Black Wolf,
doing business together.
We all need this, Michael.
If you can get your brother to sign
an agreement, then maybe we can talk.
Otherwise, this conversation's a
waste of time without a contract.
I'll have it sorted before
you leave for the frontier.
Omaciw and I said we would
stay by your side, and we will.
I am impressed
that you have taken up
the cause so sincerely.
This is nonsense.
We believe in what you believe.
For too long, the injustices
to the People have continued.
If it means we have to fight for justice,
then so be it.
If it means we have to die
for justice, then so be it.
Kamenna needs your protection.
This time I go alone.
Where are you going?
Fort James.
Ah.
This is nonsense. Beware the Irishman
with the Haudenosaunee wife.
Yes.
So there's me, giving her a quick knee
trim while up against a white tree.
That certainly sounds like
one hell of a first impression.
Ah, but she was a good 50
pounds heavier than me, Charlie.
So I'm the one being tossed about
like a rag doll, so I am...
What the fuck?!
Shhh! Get over here!
Ah...
- Did you go back to get this?
- No!
Well... aye!
Unbelievable.
Come on, Charlie. Let's go.
Thank you.
This will be put to good use.
The future of this deal depends on
our being able to trust one another.
As do all deals, I suppose.
Mr. Grant and I will be the best
partners that you've ever had.
But if you betray us, Michael?
We will be unforgiving.
Then you better remember
that Grant's only access
to the Lake Walker trade
is through me,
and that this deal only works if
you and Grant hold up your end.
Mr. Grant and I are both steadfast in our
desire to see the HBC brought to its knees.
Good. Let's get started.
- Michael.
- I'll walk you out.
Look at you, acting like
a real man of business.
Thank you for trusting me.
You're dying to get back out there,
aren't you? To the frontier.
It's my kind of business.
Will I see you again
when you come back?
Or were you just using me
to get your business deal?
- I'm not using you.
- Yes, you are.
But... be assured...
...I'm using you just as much.
Is that so?
I suppose you're going to see that
Native woman who wants to kill me?
She doesn't want much to do
with me right now.
Because of me?
I have to go.
Was that a bittersweet
goodbye?
Do you think
Michael's lying to me
about his dealings
with the Browns?
Some time ago, I would've been
certain of Michael's word.
But now I'm not so sure.
His word means far less to him
than his business, it seems.
Good night.
I'm surprised. I thought there was
no chance of Douglas giving in.
Oh, I set him straight.
A new partnership
calls for a wee celebration.
Would you like a glass
of something?
I'm sure we have a bottle
of Madeira hidden in the cellar.
No. Thank you,
but I best be going.
You should go with him.
Michael!
- What now?
- I'm going with you.
I need to make sure
the Carruthers Company's
best interests
are being secured.
- I gave you me word, didn't I?
- Oh, aye.
Just like you gave Samuel Grant your word
that you wouldn't do business with us.
And see how that turned out.
Well, that just proves I'm willing to
tell a white lie for the greater good.
How are we supposed to be business
partners if you can't trust me?
By me keeping one eye on you
all the fucking time.
Now let's go.
- Now, my dear, are you ready?
- Ready for what?
For your long-awaited reunion
with Declan Harp, of course.
I know it's not that simple.
No. Perhaps more ships passing in the night,
eh?
Where is this all leading,
Lord Benton?
Do you really think
your mutual desire
to annihilate one another
ends in some sort of salvation?
Mr. Harp has long since
thrown down a gauntlet.
I am a lord, a gentleman,
and it is my duty
to answer that call.
Anything less
would be irredeemable.
I will not help you
to kill Declan Harp.
Who said anything
about killing?
Despite what notions
you may have of me,
I am an honourable man.
And so I shall promise Harp
a fair trial in London.
I cannot say what may
become of him thereafter.
Putting Declan Harp on trial in London
will be worse than trying to cage a bear.
When I took Harp into my home,
he was but a mongrel pup.
He was barely house-trained.
I made him into the man
he is today.
But Declan Harp is the architect
of his own demise.
He sealed his own fate
a long time ago.
However, since I can't have you
alerting him to my intentions,
I'm afraid Wadlow
may have to fetch a muzzle.
He will kill you first.
We shall see.
Make sure your men are ready!
Once he knows she's here,
he'll make his move!
We're gonna let him get within sniffing
distance of her before we make our move.
They're all gonna jump
at the chance to kill you.
Yeah, which means they're gonna
jump at the chance to kill us, too.
Aye,
once they're done killin' Harp.
- You two aren't going in.
- Alright, you're going on your own?
It makes no sense,
that sort of thing.
I'm just gonna go down there
and have a quick chat.
You're gonna stay here
and try not to be you.
Charlie, cover my ass, 'cause...
you're the best shot
out of all three of us.
Much obliged.
Now, had he said that when that
English prick was on our way,
we wouldn't be rushing around trying to
cobble this plan together, would we?
Maybe you can try doing something
constructive with your mouth.
I've been known to listen to some
critical feedback now and then.
Shut up.
You sure you don't want
a wee dram?
Could be your last,
you mad bastard.
I'm gonna rip open the gates of
hell with the death I bring.
The devil can't hold 'em.
Benton's mine.
Well... you heard that.
I think what he's trying
to say is,
he wants me to follow him.
Argh...
Any of you
don't know who I am,
I'm Declan Harp.
Any of you who don't want
to die tonight...
...leave now.
Hold your ground!
Any one of you moves
to leave his post...
What'd you say your name was?
Wadlow.
Rough childhood.
You've made a grave mistake
coming here, Mr. Harp.
I've dedicated my life
to huntin' filthy beasts
such as yourself.
I look forward to adding
your head to my wall.
Let Grace go.
You're in no position
to make demands.
I'm under orders to execute you
if you don't come quietly.
I tell you what, Wad-blow.
I'll come quietly...
if you let my Grace go
and you have your men fire off their
weapons so I know that she's safe.
Alright.
Men...
Ready...
aim...
fire!
That's enough.
Grace.
No!!!
Where is she?!
Ugh!
Who the fuck are you?!
Aaah...!
Shit.
Aaah!
Argh!
Get up. Up, dog!