All language subtitles for Frontier.2016.S02E02.WEBRip.XviD-FUM

- Ah!

- Ah!

- You tell your friend
to drop his weapon.

- Drop it, Gavin!
- You know I can't.

I ain't walkin' away from
200 quid. I've come too far.

- Tell him to drop
that weapon or you two
aren't making it out alive.

- Jesus Christ, Gavin, drop it!

He ain't messing around!

- I've got him dead to rights,
Kavanagh. Don't worry.
- No, no, no!

- How'd you find me?

- We saw you hunting
with the old man and the girl.

- You stay away from them.

- I won't bother them,
I promise.

- I want to be left alone.

If I let you live,

you never saw me.

- I swear it.

- Say it.

- I never saw you.

Ah!

- What happened to your arm?

- I fell on a rock outcrop,

cut it open.

- And Kavanagh?

What happened to him?

- Uh, he fell in a river. Hey?

He drowned.

He's dead. In a river.

He's gone.

- I can see in your eyes.

You're a poor liar.

- No! No...

- More will come.

They'll kill you to get to me.

: Their
spirits will become demons.

- Hey, we don't have time.

- We go north to my people,

beyond the broken ice,
away from these men.

- You go north. I go south.

You go north,

me south.

You keep it.

Next time we meet.

: Thank you.

- Describe the pain.
Sharp or dull?

- Both.

- In your gut?

- Gut. Head.

Ball sack.

Name a place, it aches.

- I'm not a doctor,
but I've seen this before.

It's an excess of choler.

You'll purge twice daily.

- Purge?

All I ever do is purge.

I'm a river at both ends!

- The yellow tint confirms it.

Excess of choler.

Keep this on hand.

Copper sulfate,
morning and evening.

Mr. Darraugh.
- Sir?

- Assist.

- That stuff is catching.

- Just see he takes
his medicine.

- I can name your condition.
You're a dead man.

Clean it up.
- He's in your charge,

you clean up his shit,
I'm not yer fucking maid.

- I'm a Commander in
His Majesty's army, and you--

- I work for Captain Gray,
Commander,

and I take orders
from no man else.

So you jump on a dick.

- You better watch yourself
Mr. Darraugh.

And I'll hang on to this.

- The outpost
has a stash of furs.

It's the perfect target,
if we get in and out fast.

- The outposts are surrounded
by soldiers.

- That need not stop us.

- Are we going there
to steal or to kill?

- We won't take them by force.
- Oh, how then?

- Inside the tent, there's one,
maybe two men.

I'll distract them, you take
the bundles out the back.

- What about the Frontiersmen
that go there to trade?

- We time it
so there are no Frontiersmen.

Forty-four pelts per bundle,
remember?

That's enough capital to get
us up and running much faster.

- What happens
when the HBC notices

that there are pelts missing?
- We'll be long gone.

- And the soldiers
outside the tents?

- I have an idea.

- I'm only in if she's in.

- 'Morning, Mrs. Chesterfield.

- Congratulations
on your nuptials, Governor.

- Thank you, Carter.

- Too bad there ain't more
to go around.

- Ah, my dear wife!
- These notices
are still posted.

- That is not the tone
to take with me, Grace.

I am this Fort's leader now.
How am I supposed to command
their respect

if I don't get respect
from my own wife?
- You want my respect?

Honour your word.
Lift the bounty.

- We'll discuss it at dinner.

Tonight.

I insist.

- The pulling stations are brand
new and the new drying racks
more than double our output.

- And what of quality,
Mr. Brown?

- I think you'll find that
our product is the match

of anything you'll see in Paris.

- Your wife is hard to refuse.
- Aye.

- But perhaps dazzled
by technology,

she forgets that good felt
starts with good fur.

The rest is fuss.

- I think you've misunderstood.

The stock is winter-caught
and cold-pressed.

The winter coats make
for better garments.

And when my wife insists,

nobody disappoints.

- Come, I'll show you
the warehouse.

- Carruthers Furs

are coarse rags...

...and I've got the chafed
arsehole to prove it!

- Malcolm.

- I returned here

to help get my poor
wee brother out of prison,

but I see him standing
before me in the clothes
of a wealthy man.

So it's Mr. Elizabeth Carruthers
now, is it, aye?

Wasn't she betrothed to me?
- Get rid of him. Now.

- Now then, shall we?

Sorry about that.
- Please.

- What the fuck
are you doing, man?

Why'd you marry her?

- Because you refused her,
remember?

And you left me here.

What was I supposed to do?

She gave me the choice
to marry her or to rot in jail.

What have you been doing?

- I've been seeking justice
for Cedric's murder.

- Did you kill the man
who took his life?

You should leave or Elizabeth
will have you arrested.

- Well, if you would kindly
remove your bollocks
from her purse,

we've got Low River business
to discuss.

- The Low River Company is over.

- Well, as long as the Brown
Brothers draw breath, it's not.

- How is your leg feeling?

- Why don't you come closer
and I'll give you a taste?

- This is going to be
quite difficult.

- I'm glad to see
that you're eating.

That should help you heal.

- Why am I here?

- Miss Clenna, we are offering
you food and lodging

while your leg heals properly.

And in exchange,
we only ask one favour:

that you learn
to eat like a lady,

and talk like a lady,
and eventually,

walk like a lady.

- I plan to go back to London
as soon as I've saved up
enough money for passage.

- If you indulge us,

you'll earn passage to London.
And you'll go as a lady.

- Why do you want me
to do this?

- Because the Marquis
de Beaumont

is quite smitten with you.

And we need your help

to entice him
into a business deal.

- Well, I'll not go to bed
with that man...

Let's just get that straight
right now.

- Of course not.

I'll bet against, if you care
to make it interesting.

- I'll bet for,

and if I lose, I will, um...

I'll make it worth your while.

- Why is this work not complete?

- Got a bit of a setback, sir.

The men, they got waylaid.

- By what?

- Your wife.
- Another round on the house.

Here you go.

- What is the meaning of this?

These laggards have work to do.

- They're not laggards.

They're patriots celebrating
the Battle of the Boyne.

- What?

- On this day, in 1690,

William of Orange was victorious
on the River Boyne.

And glory to him!

When your stevedores
were reminded
of their history, well,

they were overcome.

- The Battle of the Boyne
was in July.

- So?

- It's not goddamn patriotism
that moves these men,

it's free brandy.

- Either way.

Lift the bounty on Harp.

For the good of the Fort,
I must insist.

- Oh no, no.

You've got to be kidding me?
Tell me you're not here.

Right. You've got three
seconds to get the fuck out!

If you want to live,
you'll hightail your arses
out of here. Now!

Get a shake on you!

On your feet.

- McTaggart.

- Don't bother
closing your left eye,

you can't see shite
out of that anyway.

That's my boy.

You wait right there.

Ah!
- Ugh!

- Decent shot.

And you deserve much worse
than that, I'm sure you know.

- I know.

- What the fuck are you doing
here anyway, you big prick?

- Ugh...

I need you to help me go
after Benton.

- Aye? And why don't we just
castrate the King,
while we're at it?

Oh!

You've not heard.

Benton's been taken
into custody. He's on a ship

bound for London.

He's gone.

- Governor.

I'm afraid drinks are
no longer on the house.

- Oh, I'm not here
for your drink,

I'm here to speak with Mary.

We have to take her
into custody.

- For what reason?
- This is ridiculous.

- I've been hearing complaints

she's been stealing from my men,
threatening them.

- Nobody in their right mind
would believe this claim.

Everyone knows
Mary wouldn't hurt a fly.

- Well, these men
will surely support me.

- I know what you're doing.

- Then I repeat
my invitation to dinner,

to hash out these
and other matters.

And I'll assume
this is all a mistake.

Wear a dress.

- You must think me soft,
or an idiot.

- It's clear you're neither.
- Why would I hire him?

I should have the man arrested
for causing a disturbance.

- He's a hard worker.
- He's a drunk.

- Aye.

But he functions through it.

He knows the trade.
Every stage of production,

Malcolm's done it,
from the bush to the fair.

- I've only ever heard you
curse his name.

- Alright, he's had
a wee bit of back luck.

But he's my brother.

- I assume you're aware
that it's undesirable

to have the stiff guard hairs
in the beaver wool?

- Pulling guard hairs?

That's women's work, ma'am.

- Oh, I wouldn't ask you
to do that.

The hairs get all over the floor
and they mix with the slop.

When they dry,
it's a devil to scrub.

There's a brush and a bucket
out by the spigot.

- I best get started then.

I'd like to shove a bucket
up her stiff English cran.

- Remember the greater good,
Malcolm.

- Where are you off to?

- Christ, you've got a phantom
way about you, Mr. Pond.

- That's not the first time
I've heard that.

- I'm going for a walk.

The bone-setter said
it'll strengthen the mend.

- Have you given
any thought to our offer?

- I could get used
to this life...

...but do you really think
I could pass for a lady?

- With time and patience...

...yes.

- Well, either way, it starts
with not being gimpy, right?

So I shall take the air.

- Don't go too far.

: Enough
of your damn poison!

Get your hands off me!
How dare you?

- There you go, down the hatch.

- Show me it's swallowed.

- You will pay for this,
mark my words.

We will meet again, you and I.

And I will bleed you
like a hogget slaughter.

- This is your medicine,
your Lordship.

- He-ho! Up she rises.

- Should we do something?

- There's not much more
we can do,

the man's on his last breath.

- Sir? You're far too busy

to be taking care
of this pathetic wretch.

Would you like me to take over?

- Have at it, boy.

- If this isn't a success,

the men will abandon
the Black Wolf.

- It'll work. I promise.

When it's done, take the pelts
back to the river.

If we're not there, push off
and meet us at camp.

- I'll wait for you
at the river.
- Do as he says.

- Alright.

- If I have to kill anyone,
I'm going to kill you too.

- That's totally fair.

Come on.

I'm here for the reward.

- What now?

- For the prisoner. This is the
Hudson Bay Company, right?

- Yes. But...

I don't know
what you're talking about.

- You don't know
about the reward?

- Let me go get the soldiers,
they'll know all about it.

- If you make a sound,
this man dies.

- Don't let her kill me.
- Don't make me kill him.

- She'll really do it.
I don't wanna die.

- Shut up,
or I'll cut your throat

and bleed you out
right here.

I'm going to back out,

and you're going
to stay silent, or he dies.

- Okay.

- Hmm...

- What's that?

- I almost threw these
in the river

I don't know
how many times.

- I almost had him.
- Well there's less chance
of taking him down

now he's in London.
That's his world.

- Well, if I can't have Benton,
I'll take his company.

- Won't bring him back.

- We'll see about that.

Join me.

I need people I can trust.

- You need cutthroats,
plain and simple.

To Vengeance, the fickle bitch.

Oh, aye, he's a Virginian.

Peddles muskets and powder.

Leave him be, come on.

Harp, what did I just say?

- What'd you do?

- Excuse me?

- What'd you do?

- I corrected old Mister Russell
on his knowledge

of the range
of a heavy naval cannon, sir.

- You there.
That nigger is mine.

Kindly step away from him,
if you don't want trouble.

- I'm happy to make conversation
with you,

but we should do it once
Mister Russell has worked out
his issues.

You will likely only make
matters worse.

- You've put yourself
in harm's way.

I will say again,
that nigger is my property.
You will step aside.

- McTaggart, take him inside.

- Well, that tears it.

- Maybe now
I have your attention?

- Do that again.

- That man is my property!

You goddamned son of a bitch.

- This is property.

This is property.

That's a nice coat.

Virginia's that way.

(indistinct chatter,
coins tinkling)

- Two Browns
for the price of one.

- Congratulations, Grant,

you've bought yourself
Carruthers and Company insiders.

- Malcolm, are you sure your
brother can stomach that?

- Aye, you needn't worry
about him.

- The question is, do I need
to be worried about you?

- Now, gentlemen.
This could be the beginning

of a long and productive
relationship.

- As long as we get our company
back, we'll do it.

- Good.

- Friends forever.

- Benton was obsessed with Harp.

He let the man
twist his thinking.

And he's not the only one,
it seems.

- Benton saw that Harp
inspires loyalty.

People want to follow him.

- People mistake bulk
for leadership.

- And what do you know
of either?

- You know I have it in me.
That's why you supported me
in this position.

- I supported you

to rid us all of Benton.

- The added responsibility will
change me into a better man.

- I'm quite certain
that's not how it works.

- Well, let's imagine... that
you're made Queen of England.

You don't think you could
master the role?

- You're talking manners.
I'm talking temperament.

- You change a man's manners,
you do change his temperament.

When I was 17...

I, uh...

I lusted after my cousin,

who was promised to another man.

And, uh, we weren't allowed
to see each other.

But...

I had urges which could
not be quieted.

So I went to her.

And when my father found out,

he marked me with a hot iron.

Now, did the pain stop me
from wanting my cousin?

Of course not.

But I stopped visiting her.

And with that,

the desire faded.

So from changed habits

comes changed temperaments.

Just as you would,

with practice,

you'd grow fully into
the role of Queen.

- Perhaps we could talk
about our agreement.

I have an early morning.

- Ale house affairs, is it?

Hmm. Tell me, why are you
so fond of that dump?

- Because it's mine.
- Your father built it, right?

Oh, I asked around.

He was a rustic man, I'm told.
But decent.

He raised you on his own.

He... fought to give you a life
outside of whoring.

And then, one day, he just went
out and he never came back.

We have that in common, hey.

Fathers are gone
but the wounds remain.

Well, let's get down
to business then.

It's time for us to make
this marriage official.

Hmm, what?

You don't think me so stupid

that I'll marry you simply
so you can get what you want.

- And what do you want,
Chesterfield?

- I want you...

to join me in our bed.

Just once.

And if after that,
you have not been convinced

that there is an opportunity
to build something real,

then I will give you
your letters

and I will not bother you again.

- Just once.
- Hmm.

- I'm to believe you?

- It's either that...

or you don't get
your letters at all.

- I will do it.

Once I have the letters.

- Everyone's gone home.

Will we be staying long?

- We?

- Is that not
on my list of duties?

To be seeing my wife
safely home?

I trust your day went well?

- Besides from your brother's
performance, you mean?

- I meant our time
with the Marquis. I hope--

- Oh, the Marquis was pleased,
I told you that already.

What do you want? A reward?
A pat on the head, maybe?

- Simply making sure
that all is well with you.

- Thank you.

: If you're trying to
distract me, you won't succeed.

: You used to like it
when I wore this outfit,
Mr. Grant.

- No, you used to like it
when you wore that outfit.
I prefer a modicum of mystery.

- Actually, Mr. Grant,
I think the only mystery is
why you've been reading

the same page
for the past ten minutes.

Hmm.

- Well, here's
what you came for.

Rescindment of Harp's bounty.

They'll be sent to Moose Fort
and relayed beyond.

You do surprise me, though,
Grace.

That such a hardheaded woman
would lose herself
in a child's fantasy.

- What?

- The long-awaited reunion.

It's a lie you tell yourself,

but deep down,
you know you don't believe it.

Take these
to Captain Vanstone,

have him oversee
the delivery of the letters.

There's not a woman
in Fort James

that wouldn't trade places
with you right now. Yet, you act
like it's a hardship.

- I value my independence.

- And I don't want
to change that.

That's what draws me to you.

I've done what you've asked,
now it's your turn
to satisfy me.

- Another night.
I need to go tend to the ale.

I can't. I can't do it.
- Just relax.

- I can't, not tonight.
- Not tonight?
You think I'm a fool.

- I need time, Jonathan.

- Just give into it, Grace.
Your father is a mirage.

So is Harp. This is not--

- Ugh!

- Get out.

Boy!

Give 'em back to me.

That will be all.

- Fill your boots, son,
you're at your Auntie's.

And there's some good brandy--

Not you, you numpty arsehole,
you've cost me enough already.

You can stop over tonight,
but that's your lot.

- Declan Harp!
Surrender yourself.

- Well? How many do you think?

- Six. And the Virginian.

- I knew it. As soon as I saw
you sitting in that corner,

I knew trouble would follow,
sure as there's shit in a cat.

- There's no escape, Mr. Harp!

We have vantage
and we have numbers.

- Then come on in.

- Come out peaceably and
I'll see you're not harmed.

Come out, Mr. Harp,
or we'll burn the place down.

- Aye! That'll be right.

- Burn them out.

- Now you wait a minute.
My property is in there.

- This is Company business now.
Step aside.

: Charleston!
You come out right this minute!

Charleston.

Goddamn it,
you're a bystander in this!

That crazy half-breed
took you prisoner.

I vouch for that.
Now, you come on out now!

- You go.

- No.

No.

- Congratulations. You've got
about two minutes to enjoy it

before we all die
in fucking hellfire.

- Nah. We'll fight.

- Well, I've got buckets of
powder, but only one musket.

Let's just charge
at the bastards,

hard and loud.

- This is your last warning!

I would prefer
to take you alive, Mr. Harp,

but we will end this
one way or another.

- This'll get bloody.

You in... or are you out?

- Very well, Mr. Harp.
The record will show
you chose trial by fire.

Burn it. In through the windows,
and get the roof going as well.

- Don't shoot!

I surrender...

I don't want trouble.

- Oh, there you are,
you stubborn beast.

And what the hell are you doing
wearing my goddamn coat,

no less? You get over here.
- Wait, wait.

Search this man.

- That's not necessary.

I don't mean any harm.
- Coat off. Now.

- Just what were your plans
with this?

Come on.

- McTaggart!

- Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy,

bouncy, bouncy,

bouncy, bouncy, bouncy...

- McTaggart.

- Bouncy, bouncy.
- McTaggart.

- What a buzz!

We should get going.
Could be more coming.

- So you're in?

- I'd say I'm downright
involved, wouldn't you?

I might as well finish
what you fucking started.

Probably a lot more of this,
just worse odds. You coming?

What? At least he'll be free.

We should follow that prick.

- Aye. I've exhausted all
desire to ever deal

with that son of a bitch again.

I'd rather move forward.

- What are you people doing?

Why are you not working?!

- Well...

You look like a wrung mop.

But your color's come back.

- Young Chaulk is
most attentive.

- You won't be needin'
my tender mercies then.

- No. But thank you,
Mr. Darraugh.

Many a man in your position
would have left me to my fate.

What? Never been thanked
by a Lord?

Allow me to be the first.

And thank you, Chaulk.

You have a good heart.

- Mother says everyone deserves
kindness no matter their crime.

- She is a wise woman,
your mother.

- Was. She's dead.

- Oh. My sincere condolences.

My mother...

My mother was
a barrel-chested battle-axe.

She was also an appalling cook.

I had a habit of foul language.

Of course my mother
did not approve.

One day she said to me,

"If I hear the word "bloody"
on your lips one more time,

there will be no supper

and I will wash your mouth out
with soap."

- What did you say?

- I said, "I'd rather eat soap
than your bloody pudding!"

You walk like a boy,

talk like a boy,

spit and shit like a boy.

But you have the unmistakable
laugh of a woman.

- Please, sir. My da's sick,
we really needed the coin.

And it's... it's the only job
I could get

that wasn't on my back.

- A girl alone
on a ship like this...

My lips are sealed.

Go about your business.

Trust me, boy.

- Come get some food.

Neevee, a bad giant is coming.

He is a demon. You must run.

Now. Go!

- Nice knife.

I'm looking for my friend.

- Is he a giant like you?

- Yes.

Where did he go?

- I thought you were actually
gonna cut my throat.

- I was.

- Not bad for a day's work.

I think we should do it again.

- No.

We should use this to build
more. Focus on our trade.

- Why trade when we can steal?

- You will get yourself killed.

Or worse, one of us.

- I think we'll only
get better at it.

- I think you should be
more careful.

I had to save
your plan back there.

- Save it? I thought I had
the situation perfectly
under control.

The accent was shite, but it's
a shite accent to begin with.

If only we could recruit
a few more men,

get a few boats of our own,

we could hit up every
outpost along the river!

We'd have to do it
random-like and quiet

and under cover of night--
- Michael!
- What?

- I don't want you
to get hurt.

- I won't.

- Good.