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What do you want?

I come to check my silver.

You'll get to count your
silver when the job's done.

I cannot let you leave the
ship without giving me my pay.

Oh, believe me, brother,
I'm not leaving this ship without you.

No!
I never leave the ship.

Why are we here?!
Why do we come here?

It's for a woman.

You have a Madelena?

What is her name?

- Grace.
- Grace.

What are you two wee lassies
whispering about?

We've reached land.

Well, thank fuck for that.
Te Rangi!

Never thought I'd say this,
but I wish I was still on that ship.

Yes, MacDonald, even though
she does not like you,

I am not surprised that
you want to be with her.

Listen, Captain Fortu-nutter,
technically we're on land now,

so you watch what you say
or you're getting it tight.

No-no-no-no-no, my friend,
you misunderstand,

I'm just trying to explain
my feeling. Huh?

He is in mourning,
show some respect.

Leave him be,
you'll make him cry again.

But maybe a good
cry will make him feel better.

English, Cree, or silence.

McTaggart, I need your help.

Men and weapons.

Why you asking me?

I told you
I didn't want to come back here.

I can't help ya.

Magnus,

you know where I am.

Declan, I'm serious,

the men I know here told me
if I ever returned,

they'd break my back,
stuff me in a sack,

drop me
to the bottom of the loch.

I need to get to her,
I need to get to him.

You never told me what happened to you here,
but right now, I need you to help me.

Uh, forgive me for overhearing
every word of this,

but in my experience -
which is very much -

going home
is never as bad as one think.

I am sure we can talk
to your friends

and bring out from them
the help we need.

After all,

we are doing this
for the love of a woman.

Ah!

We're gonna have to go
north.

And this is going to end badly.
- Just get me there.

Well, hang on!

Shouldn't we make sure
that Benton is even here first?

Gna-gna-gna.

Shut up.
Just stay on the ship.

Te Rangi, see if you can find someone
to mend those sails right here, quick.

Tell 'em where we're going.

You bring violence
of the white men to my people,

spilling blood on our hands!

It was in defence of
our lives. Please, forgive me.

It is not I
you should ask forgiveness of.

I trust you'll be accompanying
his body back to Fort James.

We can't go back
to Fort James.

We must respect his death.

Okimaw. May we please speak
in private?

You think I am so naive
as to believe

trading with you
will be any different than HBC?

It will be different.

Imagine a fort
where all can live

without the constant fear of
the HBC striking down on us.

Our story of creation
reminds us of humility.

It was Muskrat that brought that
mud up from the depths of the water

to create Turtle Island.

Not the bear, or the eagle,
or the beaver.

We're only as strong as
our most vulnerable.

We are vulnerable, Kamenna.

All of us.

You know the company is
partnering with the Iroquois,

your enemies.

Yeah, I know.

Then you know your days of
peaceful trade are numbered.

Once they start encroaching
on your territory.

Yeah, I can't argue with you
on that.

Do we have our deal?

If you fell the HBC,
it will not be through a river of blood.

You have my word.

The officers are coming.

Cock walloping
jumping fuck!

Michael!

We've got company,
troops on the move.

Let's move this bastard.
Move those!

A soldier named Vinnicombe was coming here.

- Let's go.
- Have you seen him?

- Go ahead, Malcolm. Godspeed.
- Michael...

If you show your face out there,
those pricks will peel it off you.

I'm not gonna let Kamenna
deal with this any longer.

I'll deal with this,
but you go.

Go.

I'll burn this camp!
Take those furs,

and any others you find.

It'll save us a trip later.

You're looking for
Michael Smyth, eh?

I might know something about
where he's to.

- Where is he, Brown?
- Oh, well...

He's not here.

What the?

Major Vinnicombe is dead.

Collect his corpse.

Arrest this prick.
- Yes, sir.

Grace?

Look at me, please.

Let me see your lovely face.

You're tall.

Like your mother was.

You left Fort James for
Montreal, and never returned.

I got word you were dead.

I had to leave, Grace.

No time for goodbyes.

You don't understand how...
- No, I understand.

I understand that the only thing
ever to light a fire

under your arse
was the promise of silver...

or the threat of
getting your hands cut off.

Surprised to see you still have them,
to be honest.

Luckier if I didn't, eh?

They would have a job
to shackle me then.

From the state of you,

it would seem you came to
this prison from another.

Must give you some happiness.
Hm?

See your useless old man
get his comeuppance for...

for all the pain I've caused.

I'm sure you've dreamed of
this day.

Don't flatter yourself,
Edward.

You never made it
into my dreams.

Honestly, Mr. Pond,
I don't think it's necessary for you to go

rushing out
into the wilds like this.

The Browns already think us
murderous.

If you need their cooperation, you should
consider the best course of action.

And-and Michael is...

a necessary evil if you want
that Lake Walker trade.

Why are you giving me advice
on business?

You did your job.

Why don't you wait
in the parlour...

aging cruelly
until I return?

- If I pay Douglas Brown another visit, I'm sure I...
- Stop!

Is this all an excuse for you
to see Douglas Brown again?

Why would I want to see
that boorish bookworm?

He's depressing to be around.

Every girl loves
a little sadness.

Look, you're gonna be fine.

I'll give Mary her due,

she knows how to concoct
her herbs,

and you'll feel poorly, yes,
but you won't die, I promise.

Where is Mary?

- She's not here.
- Where is she, Imogen? - I don't know.

I'd expect a woman like you to
know when the numbers are off.

This is a business,
not an orphanage.

And that girl's got
a mind of her own,

and I'm hardly her keeper.

But you have no problem with
keeping other women, do you?

Buying our women.

I don't have to go looking.

My girls come to me with silver in
their eyes and lots of love to give.

Is that what O'Reilly
convinces them they're doing

before he sells them to you?

The only thing I buy from Mr. O'Reilly
is the occasional brace of hare.

Mary was to meet me and she did not.
I want to know where she is.

Probably off somewhere
praying to God

she don't go to hell for working here.

- I will wait.
- I would prefer if you didn't.

Bring me some of
your terrible food.

You know you should
reconsider.

Spirited girls like yourself
fetch a good purse working here.

I will show you
what spirited looks like.

And you'll see the end of
my musket if you dare to try.

I'll fetch you your soup.

Hold on, hold on.

Just wait a minute.

If they're actually in here,

your best chance would be to shoot
the fat ginger one in the puss,

that'll slow him down
at least. Good luck.

Welcome home, Maggie.

Well, at least we know we have
come to the right place, huh?

You stay here.

I don't think it'll be safe
for you where I'm going.

Well, what am I supposed
to do?

- Don't wander off.
- Oi!

When are you coming back?

Who the fuck are you lot,

and what are you doing
in my establishment

with this wee rodent-balled
shite bag?

It's very interesting for you
to have asked, Mister...?

His name is Barclay.

And I'm Angus.

These men killed the Redcoats, then press
us into service in the name of the King.

So you see, uh,
they are no friends to the Crown.

Seems that none of us are.

Fuck off.

Or you could stay.

See what we do to cowards.

Now that was a nice wee kip.

What would make a man do
something so reckless,

as to follow this wee prick

into the one place on Earth
where he is least welcome?

I need your help.

Why the fuck
should I help you?

Hope.

Hope?

Before it forsakes you
for good.

Look at this place.

A sad little sarcophagus
for desperate shrinking cowards.

Oh, you should stop.

Oppression from others
is what we all have in common.

Is it not better to fight
for your homes, your land,

your self-respect,

mana, that was stolen from you?

Will the red blanket
keep you warm

when you are thrown out into the
cold as food for their dogs?

Or you can join us.

Help us.

Help this man raise his hand against those
who have taken what is not theirs to take.

What was taken from you?

He took everything.

Looks like
we've all lost something.

I think drinking's
the best way to find out

what a man is really all about.
- What does that mean exactly?

He likes to drink.

He likes to find new friends
to drink with.

Just mind your head.

There's just one rule...

Oh!

Keep up.

You're dead.

You left me
to fend for myself.

And you thrived!

You showed as much mettle
as any man could.

And I got you the ale house,
so that...

You got
the ale house for yourself

so you could drink your
life away when the war was over.

You learned how to be tough.

You learned to be strong.
My-my failings became your successes.

I don't know how my wrongdoings
have now landed you here, but...

This isn't about you.

This has everything to do with me,
because His Lordship wants something from me.

Does he now?

He thinks he can use you
to get me to do what he wants.

Whatever it is, will you...

Well, it's a complicated
matter of integrity, Da.

I wouldn't expect you
to have a useful opinion.

What happens
if you refuse him?

Well, then, you die.

I loved you, in my own way.

Taught you as I saw fit.

Where is your compassion
for a...

for a lonely, cursed man,

a man forced to be
both father and mother

to a such a willful...
- I lack compassion!

You will never,

never know the danger
you put me in.

Father.

Every day.

What your lack of your kindness
left me vulnerable to:

the wilderness, the cold,
the violence, the blood.

The men.

It was your job

to keep me safe.

To love me,

to foster me,
to feed me,

but you abandoned me instead.

And now, you demand
my compassion!

You are right to abandon me.

If I am to die here...

so be it.

But I will not die
without your forgiveness, Grace.

Do not damn me
to the eternal like this...

in pain for your love.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, please.

I had very different
expectations for our relationship.

Hm.

But believe me,
I do understand.

After spending years

surrounded by men on a ship,

I'm sure you were very easily
manipulated by Ms. Emberly.

- She's a nice lady.
- She is.

Very nice lady.

And you were starved
of female companionship.

You chose to help Ms. Emberly,

at the expense of helping me.

So now,
her fate is in your hands.

Um, what's that supposed
to mean?

Unless you help bring
Declan Harp to me,

Grace Emberly will meet
a very tragic end.

Well, I don't know
what you're talking about, see,

I don't know anything
about her.

Oh, please.

I've long since abandoned
the notion

that there is such a thing
as coincidence.

Don't try my patience, girl.

You are on very thin ice
as it is.

I don't have to bring Harp
here.

He's on his way to see ya.

Then you will tell me
everything he's planning

and you will say nothing to him
in return.

LeBlanc!

Can you come in here?

Get me a bottle
of fine champagne.

O'Reilly!

Aren't you a sight?

I could say the same thing
about you.

I got the trade deal with
Kamenna and the Lake Walkers.

Exclusive!

If there was ever
a time to build, it's now.

But one of our partners is
locked up.

Malcolm gave himself up
to save me.

I can't just leave him
with Vanstone.

You're a good man, Michael.

Loyal.

That Vanstone,

only one he's loyal to
is himself.

O'Reilly,

I'm gonna need your help
getting Malcolm out.

I...

I can give you a hand
with that.

- My father's destiny is in your hands, not mine.
- Not so.

It's up to you
whether he lives or dies.

Did I not make myself clear?

What is you seek from me that
you would go to such lengths?

I wish you to speak
to Lord Fisher on my behalf.

The Chairman of
the Board of Directors?

And say what?

Whatever I desire you to say.

So my testimony will be
the thing to redeem you.

You wish me to secure
your reputation

so you can regain
the power you lost.

Such a clever girl!

The answer is no.

Then your father will die.

I think you'd be putting him
out of his misery, to be honest.

Captain, do your worst.

I have to say,

you are full of surprises,
Grace.

No.

No! Grace!

I want to speak
to his Lordship!

Grace! Forgive me!
Ah! Ah!

Stop!

Stop him.
- I will,

if we have an agreement.
- Grace! Forgive me!

Let him go.

A full pardon and release from
prison and I'll do what you ask.

Captain Winton, stand down.

I knew you'd come around.

- Good day, sir.
- Madam.

Where is the, um, patron?

Who?

The proprietress.
The, um...

That auburn-haired seraph.

- Oh, Grace Emberly.
- Hm.

No, she's gone.

I'm in charge now.

Can I get you... an ale?
Some food?

Fresh rabbit stew today.

Doesn't that sound delicious.

Do you have any rooms for let?

- I do.
- Hm.

Rates depend on the woman and for
how long you want to be entertained.

There is nothing I like more
than a little debauchery.

Sadly, I am here in the pursuit of business.
- Ah.

I might be staying
for a while.

Your handsomest suite, please.

Yes, sir.

Ahem.

My valet told me
you were here.

Your valet?

I hope you do not mind me
calling.

Not at all.

But it doesn't seem
quite normal

for you to simply stroll
by Grant's place.

Unless you've come
with a purpose?

No purpose.

Other than, I-I suppose...

to see you.

To see me?

Is that so?

Why...

I thought that
Grant and Pond having left,

you here all to your own,
you may... ahem...

...perhaps enjoy
a dinner guest.

You suggest we dine here?

I'd invite you to my house,
but Josephette might read too much into it.

Oh, well, anything
to interrupt the boredom.

I mean...

I mean yes.
Dinner would be lovely.

Good.

Push me one more time,

you're gonna lose that fucking hand, mate.
- Oh yeah?

Steady, boys!

Major Vinnicombe

has met his end.
But I've arrested his murderer!

And tomorrow,

we'll string him up
as an example.

Oh!

Put him in the fucking tent!

- Yes, sir.
- And he is my catch.

I want it known
that I caught him,

I'll try him, and I alone
will decide his sentence.

You cannot decide when to take
a shite for yourself, mate.

- Go!
- Yes, sir.

Come on you.
- You'll pay for that, mate.

Get in the fucking tent.

Vanstone.

What's all the noise about?

O'Reilly, haven't seen you
in a while.

Looks like you got
a good haul of pelts.

I see you're not doing too bad
yourself there.

Ah, that's not fur,
that's Major Vinnicombe's corpse.

Rest in peace.

What happened?
- I caught one of the bastards who did it.

A Scot. He's an ally of
the Black Wolf Company!

- Well done.
- Yeah.

I got him roped up
in the tent now.

I'll try him in the morning,

and I fully intend
to find him guilty.

- Oh, as you should, aye, as you should.
- Well,

someone's got to take charge of
Fort James.

And what better way
to declare my authority

than to hang a dissident?

What is your name?

Pardon me?

Are you with the man who trades women?

I don't speak Cree.
I'm Haudenosaunee.

What is your name?

I am Kahwihta,

wife of Mr. O'Reilly.
- Where is he?

- Who are you?
- Sokanon.

Is he here with you now?

What do you want?

I want your help.

To stop these men
and what they do.

It was not my choice
to marry him.

Were you sold to O'Reilly?

Religious men gave me to him.

Mr. O'Reilly works with them

to find wives
for the working men.

My family was tricked by
the Godly men into believing

my marriage would secure
trade relations.

That I would benefit us all by
learning the ways of a new god.

I promise you,
I will put an end to this.

And I will free the women,
like you, who have been taken.

But you can't undo
what is done.

How will you reunite them with
their mothers and sisters again?

Protect yourself, sister.

Women of the People, like you and I,
are not safe around some of these men.

Tell me where he is.

He's at the tent.

You should have a couple of ale, my friend.
On me.

Celebrate your victory.

You are absolutely right.

Herman,

stay on your post.
- Yeah, and maybe,

uh, you might have some coin
left over...

to get a woman.

I can't help but notice you remind
me of a neighbour I had back home.

Now, he was awful brute.

I never thought I'd see the likes
of you again, Michael Smyth.

Yeah, well, we're in this together now.

- Good work.
- It's a pleasure.

Pond?

This is cozy.

Why am I not surprised to
find the two of you together?

It's your turn again.

Okay.

Stop moving.

Oh, you baldy bastard.

Ah!

Oh!

Don't worry about it.

I've never seen anyone -
other than myself -

drink anywhere near as much as
you did.

I was just warmin' up.
Let's do it real for this time. Come on.

Nah, it's done.

I'll help you get your lassie.

You will?

But I lost.

Everyone loses, big man.

But if you're willing to go
that hard...

we'll help.

Thanks, Barman.

I was here in the marketplace earlier,
and I overheard this housekeeper

buying some stuff for a castle
just outside the village.

Now, she was bragging about some Lord
who'd been away for a long time,

and he'd just come home.

So, I come in closer
and I overheard

that this Lord she was going on
about, is Benton.

What did this lady look like?

Well, sh-she was about
my height, I dunno really.

She was wearing a hat.

Anyway, you left me alone
for so long,

I nicked some food.

Hungry?

Food!

What?
What's happened to you?

I punched a big fat ginger pig...
in the face.

Then, I puked.

But I won.

Aye, he sort of won.
Meaning we have help.

But he's a fucking mess,
as you can see.

No, come on, we got to find Bemberly,
I mean Emberly. Emby. Grace.

Come on, let's go.
- I think that an even better idea

would be to do it
in the morning.

This can help
to drop our chance...

of bringing people who hear a big,
drunk man, and come to kill us.

Nope. Nope. Let's go.
Come on, Chief.

I don't understand
what he said, let's leave.

I don't understand Portuguese.
Come on!

Aye, come on.

"To Lord Fisher,

I am writing to you as you are the head
of the great Hudson's Bay Company,

and the person who would be most in
need of the following information:

I am Governess of Fort James,
wife to Jonathan Chesterfield.

It is my greatest regret
to inform you

that my husband has committed
treason against the Company,

and therefore the King himself."

"He has betrayed
his British honour,

and neglected his sworn duty
as both Governor

and a member of
the Royal British Army.

He has taken great pains to...

corrupt the good name of
Lord Benton."

No, no, wait.

"The most loyal Lord Benton."

"The only obstacle to
Chesterfield's nefarious goals

and traitorous ambition...

to rule the New World."

You seem to, uh, fit in quite well,
to your new environment.

Hm, I think I was born
to be rich.

Hm.

How long do you intend
on living here,

with Pond and Grant
hovering over you?

I hadn't really
thought about it.

I'd be concerned.

Things may change abruptly
upon their return.

Mr. Grant has made
many a magistrate wealthy,

which is how he and Mr. Pond
escape trial.

Mr. Pond...

is a dangerous man.

I have seen myself
what he can do.

He may be strange,
but he's not dangerous.

I suppose you've never seen
him kill a man in cold blood

before your very eyes.

Grant is the dangerous one.

- How so?
- He's the worst kind of dangerous there is.

He's powerful, immoral
and frightfully insecure.

I know it in my veins,

he's responsible
for the death of my wife.

I simply need to prove it.

It's a terrible thing
to lose someone close to you.

My brother died.

In England.
He was killed by a soldier.

It was Michael's fault.

It seems Michael is more of a
plague on you than Grant is on me.

Are you concerned for me?

I suppose you could...
call it that.

Ah, now you've seen
how clumsy I can be.

Oh, my God.

It's ruined!

It's just a wee bit of wine.

No! He's going to lose
his mind.

Alright. Uh...

Stop it. Look at me.
Look at me.

It's alright,
I can do it.

Up we go.

Come on.

Okay, Vanstone,
he's no Benton,

or even Chesterfield.

He's a dull-head, but
he can still be dangerous to us.

Yeah. And his men,
they don't trust him.

If we can knock Vanstone down a
few pegs and run the Redcoats out,

we might actually have a chance of
taking charge of Fort James. All of it.

A deal with the Lake Walkers
and no one to compete with,

and the HBC will abandon
this place come spring.

They will if they feel
the force of all our men.

Great. So now, can we get out of
here before the firing squad comes?

'Cause I'm happy with
the number of holes I've got.

- Sorry to keep you so late.
- That's no bother.

I'm sorry we have to lay off
the remaining workers.

Hopefully Malcolm Brown
will come through.

If Malcolm fails,
then all is lost.

Have you considered that it may be
wise to think about alternative plans?

There is another Brown brother
with whom you must contend.

Michael is a thief. But he's-he's not a liar,
if that makes sense?

Not really.

Well, he-he's cunning,
he's clever.

Charming.

But he is loyal.

You just...
have to be on his side.

Yet, you say he's...
responsible for the death of your brother?

I, too, lost a brother

at the hands of a soldier.
- I'm sorry.

May I ask you something?

I can't promise I'll answer.

This household
is not a safe place for you.

If you're ever in danger,
come to me. Do not hesitate.

That's not a question.

If only people knew the real
man inside Douglas Brown,

he'd be the most sought-after
bachelor in Montreal.

It's... it's late.

Why, yes, it's late. Uh...

I've overstayed my welcome.

I'm sorry.

Good night.

We let go
the last of the workers today.

Well, once your furs arrive,
they'll be back to work soon enough.

Yeah, that's if the furs
arrive.

I find it odd

that you'd go behind my back and
conspire against me with my brother,

and yet, have so little faith
in him.

Malcolm is capable.

But it is Michael Smyth that we rely upon.
- Hm.

And it is imperative that we do nothing to
undermine our arrangement with Michael.

Perhaps it's Michael Smyth that's
the one who cannot be trusted.

- Excuse me? Could I talk to you for a moment?
- Okay. Easy.

What can I do?

What is this about?
- Well,

nothing in, uh,
particular,

it's just...
- Don't waste my time.

Well, it's not like
I'm paying you for it, I mean...

Are you crazy?

- You will destroy no more lives after tonight.
- Who-o-o-a!

No, today I saved a life.
In fact,

I saves lives every day.
- Is that what you call them, you and your holy men?

Taking our women.

Ha! Ha! Don't, don't,
do not be hasty, uh...

It seems that we could help
each other. I mean...

don't you think it makes more
sense for us to work in tandem,

rather than uh,
for us both to end up dead on the Fort road?

Who else are you working
with?

What business do you have
with Michael Smyth?

Oh, sure, she knows
Michael, me mate.

You fancy him?

You know, uh...

I could make something happen
between you and he.

You tell me the truth
about everything

- or I will open up your head and look for it myself.
- Sokanon!

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