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[gunshots]

[yelling]

[panting]

[whooping]

[man calls out]

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MAN: Charles. Huh?

-Charles. -Mm.

I want to go back to France.

There'’s no going back.

We must ready for our new lives.

CAPTAIN: Hey, you! Sit down!

[grunts]

-He has a fever. -CAPTAIN: I will have him delivered properly

into the custody of Captain Bouchard,

as that is my contract.

Then you will serve your indenture.

I didn'’t take the dress. Just the apples.

Yes, I'’m guilty of stealing apples.

You'’re a thief there, but here you can be whoever you want.

It was the dress.

My Jacqueline wanted the dress, so I took it on credit.

But I couldn'’t pay for it. So I became a thief.

It was prison or this godforsaken place.

It doesn'’t matter what happened before.

Here we can begin again.

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[praying indistinctly]

[indistinct chatter]

Wait.

[grunting]

Come.

Vite. Vite!

Ah, ah!

-Mud, Thom. -Oh...

Other room.

[door closes]

And the land?

Everything west of the creek,

like I told you, has been cleared,

-just like you asked. -Mm.

And the French settlers?

Killed. Dead.

And the Iroquois?

I took care of them myself.

Captain Bouchard hung their bodies from the trees.

You should go to the dock and see them for yourself.

-Excellent. -He made a right proper example of them.

And what of the Hudson Bay man? What of Cross?

Yeah, there'’s no sign of him. He was there

when the killing started and then he was gone.

He vanished into the woods.

Vanished?

And where is he, then?

I did what you asked.

Land cleared. Iroquois blamed.

The time to move on this territory is now.

Gus, there is no luck except where there is discipline.

Now, I see things that you cannot possibly see.

Angles and ways at coin.

-That is my gift. -Well, I see

land that'’s rich and ripe for the taking

and a crick that connects it all.

The time to stake our claim is now.

No. We must not appear anxious. The Hudson Bay Company

must see us as allies, and I will take care of that.

The time is now, Mr. Cooke.

-The land should be ours. -THOM: Father?

No, uh-uh. Men are discussing business, Thom.

Thom, do you think your father here is threatening me?

Do not bring my boy into this.

No, I will hear him. Step forward, Thom.

Don'’t be afraid.

Thom, would you like to know exactly what it is

that your father does for me?

He does important work, Thom.

He does important work.

And someday,

you might be able to do the same.

Would you like that very much?

Yes, sir.

Good, Thom.

Now, tell me, what is it you came to say?

The boat is here with the new men.

I counted a dozen.

[indistinct chatter]

Coming through. Get out of the way.

-We want this one. -Yes.

Eight. Yeah. Strong back.

Do you want him?

-COOKE: No. -CLERK: Cochon!

-This one. -Oh?

Hey. Woodcutter?

-Yes. -Yes.

C'’est bon.

Cochon!

-Open. -What are you doing here, Lafarge?

Ah. I'’m with Mr. Cooke. We need men.

We will pay for them. Come.

The barrel king and beard splitter.

[chuckles] He should know his place,

and his place is he shall get no men.

-Number three, we will take him. -He'’s spoken for.

They are for French citizens only.

Now move away until I have their marks.

CLERK: Gasquet!

Make your mark and be quick.

I am prepared to double whatever the offer, Captain Bouchard.

And double I say he is spoken for.

He is Monsieur Trepagny'’s.

Now step away, or I shall knock you back

to some manners, English.

CLERK: Claude Trepagny!

Claude Trepagny!

Perhaps, uh,

the heretic Monsieur Trepagny has suffered the same fate

as the recently slaughtered French settlers.

I have hung fair warning down by the docks.

The Iroquois are no threat to us.

Well, that was very convincing, Captain.

Now, let us discuss this man who has no claim.

Monsieur Trepagny will have his allotted time to claim.

Go!

CLERK: Claude Trepagny!

-[man singing indistinctly] a-Claude Trepagny!

♪ Now it'’s time for you to die♪

♪ For you are nothing♪

♪ But a little traitor.♪

[laughs]

Behold, I am arrived.

In glory.

Ah.

Yes.

What sort of a man are you?

-Rene Sel, sir. -No, no, no, no, no, no.

Your name matters no more

than the mouth of a fish.

I will ask you once again.

What sort of a man are you?

-I am your man. -Yes.

Come.

Come!

RENE: Do you need another man?

He could be had on the cheap.

He is a sickly malingerer.

No, no. A bad tooth is all.

Charles Duquet?

CHARLES: Yes?

Well, he does not look like much.

Do you vouch for him?

-Yes. -[grunts]

Yeah.

I will take him.

He'’s yours. Pleasure.

Hey. Take the ram, too.

I will have his name.

Charles Duquet.

Perhaps I can show Monsieur Duquet

the path back to the light so that he may

bathe in the grace of good labor

on my Doma.

You will contemplate your contribution to this realm

before I knock you from it. Look at me.

Look at me!

Now rouse him, and I will

procure us some meat.

Huh? Get up.

Come on.

Here.

We are Monsieur Trepagny'’s now.

We make good for three years and we will be granted

our freedom and a parcel of his land.

The chance to work the land and someday raise a family.

Pass that land down to them.

Raise your name up.

[scoffs] Work will raise my name?

I believe that.

Your father worked, yes?

Yes. A woodcutter.

-And his father before him. -And so on and so on and so on,

and yet here you are, same as me.

Two landless fools.

Tell me,

how many rich men do you know with calluses on their hands?

Do not grind your pearls.

CHARLES: Come on, they'’re beautiful.

TREPAGNY: They are the king'’s,

not of your station.

It is men like myself

who will have a wife

to fill this land with sons and daughters.

MAN: Indians.

Not French.

Wendat? Montagnais?

Mi'’kmaq?

-The sort matters, Yvon. -Matters to you.

And your book.

Precision, Yvon.

Yes, I know.

We must be precise with all things,

or it will all go to mud.

[sighs] Just go examine them.

[flies buzzing]

Iroquois. Iroquois are the wrong sort

to be put on display.

Hopefully, we will be gone

from this backwater before payment comes due.

Do you wish to take them down and bury them proper?

I wish to be gone from here.

Let'’s find Cross and be quick.

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[door opens]

Compliments of King Louis.

So that you may begin your new lives properly attired

and fetching to the eye.

Where are the silks? We were promised silks.

The king has invested deeply in you,

and I am the guardian of the king'’s investments.

There are no silks, dear child.

I'’m sure you will make do.

[chuckles] How does it look?

Better. Blue is not your color.

Don'’t be modest. There is no one here

except perhaps Mother Sabrine who would care to see...

-Stop it. -Comport yourselves modestly.

Speak to no strange men.

Follow my rules,

and I will steer you towards

godly and prosperous husbands.

You will learn how to bake breads,

how to brew beer,

how to shoot a gun and dress game.

In a few days, you will meet the men you will marry.

Unlike back home,

you have the upper hand.

Choose wisely.

I will choose richly.

[tittering]

Either way,

you will spend eternity together.

Wash your hands and faces,

and below,

so that I may check that you are intact

as God made you.

We were vouched for back home.

Do you think our virtue couldn'’t withstand the journey?

Then wash, Melissande.

It seems that you will be the first to reveal your virtue.

Francis.

There'’s an Englishman waiting for you.

These tables are no good. No good at all.

He is from the Hudson Bay Company.

I gave Lafarge exact measurements.

A table that will not tilt or list,

that is all I asked for, a proper table, but this...

We will deal with the table at the proper time.

There is a man. He is wanting to see...

I said not now, Mathilde.

You have ruined my refinement.

Now what will we do?

We don'’t have money for these refinements, Francis.

It is the floor that is tilt, not the table.

I advised against greenwood planks,

but did you heed my advice? No.

Everything here is poor and broken and made wrong.

Even this.

-It is no use. -Oh...

These are unrefined tables

to serve unrefined food

for unrefined men.

That is our business, Francis.

[footsteps approaching]

A minute is a minute and not five.

My apologies. My husband and I, we were just...

Discussing refinements.

-Uh, after a room? -Aye. Two, actually.

He is my equal and will be treated as such.

I, uh, have the other guests to consider.

I wish to be civil in all enterprises,

but I will not be denied a proper room

for my coequal Yvon.

Though he can speak for himself.

YVON: Aye. He is deadly

with that book.

I am not his equal in that.

My apologies.

We will ready the rooms.

Thank you.

Mathilde Geffard.

Aye, Mathilde. I wish to know

about a recent guest in your inn.

My husband keeps very careful records

of all the guests.

Well, then, I am looking for a Mr. Randall Cross.

The name is not familiar to me. Hmm.

He was an agent for the Hudson Bay Company.

His correspondents indicate that he was a guest at your inn.

He describes the food as adequate.

Though he did have a few words of praise for the prune tart.

"Exceptional," he wrote.

It can be, on occasion.

We would like to see the room Mr. Cross stayed in.

Well, first I must check to see if he was a guest.

-Francis. -Stay out of this.

Aye, Mr. Cross was a guest.

He stayed in the Rose Suite.

He left us some time ago.

FRANCIS: I just want to...

-make sure before, uh... -I am sure.

These men do not have time for games, Francis.

CHARLES: What is that?

RENE: I heard there was a massacre

just outside of town.

-Families killed by Indians. -Iroquois.

What does that have to do with us?

I'’m done for, Rene. I can walk no more.

You will get the drizzles.

Rise and put your legs to it.

I can'’t.

You can'’t?

Or you won'’t?

I can'’t. My tooth has cankered.

Man does not walk on his teeth.

You will walk!

Or perhaps I shall leave you and your cankered tooth

to the loup-garou.

A beast you do not wish to meet.

There is no such thing as the loup-garou.

I have seen its terrible work.

It has the strength of ten men.

It knows murder.

It knows the proper butcher

of a weak rat man such as yourself.

A bear.

It is not a bear!

But go on, tarry,

and you will find your end at its jaws

with Monsieur Duquet.

Arise!

MATHILDE: Uh, Mr. Cross took meals

by himself. He avoided billiards.

He left an unpaid bill and a bucket of night soil.

That is what I recall.

Add the balance to my bill and all and sundry I shall incur.

Is Mr. Cross missing, then?

It'’s been a month since his last report.

He was a punctual man.

I'’m here to discover his fate.

If I may ask,

why is this called the Rose Suite?

Uh...

Our dear daughter Veronique

left that for us.

It is all we have left to remember her bright light

in this now dim world.

-It is a terrible thing to lose a child. -Ah, yeah.

May I ask how she passed?

That is not for your ledger, Hamish.

Yes.

Forgive me.

We would like to see our rooms now.

Tell me, Monsieur Sel,

what is your impression of New France?

[short chuckle] So many trees.

It is the forest of the world.

No one has ever seen its end, nor will they.

You have not seen paradise

until you have lain eyes on my Doma.

It is peaceful,

open, unwalled.

Soon it will blot out Wobik.

Come.

I do not wish to be on this path

when night falls.

[rustling]

Shh.

Is it the beast?

It is not the beast.

It is providence.

And so a spirit...

is born of the spirit and flesh of flesh,

and so the kingdom of Satan...

is accomplished in this world and among all nations.

[chitters]

Behold.

HAMISH: As a representative of the Hudson'’s Bay Company,

I aim to discover the reason for Mr. Cross'’ disappearance

so that I may report back and suggest a course of action.

Now...

I'’ll have what you know of the time here.

[short chuckle]

First...

another brandy on the company'’s tab.

It is cut with some base and poisonous spirit.

Mm. It agrees just fine.

Another.

And a coin...

for my troubles.

Aye.

I remember your man,

poking about for the company, as your type do.

He felt strongly of the need

that we should expand our operation here.

Long way from the bay to be expanding.

You are in New France, Mr. Goames.

It'’s bad enough the English have been allowed

to creep north along with the Iroquois.

But soon, the peace will be broken,

and the English and French will go back

to the way things have always been.

Throat slitting, lies and land grabs.

As you may well know, one does not prosper

to empire with timid strokes, Captain.

I keep my distance from empire.

That is for others to sort.

I serve the king

and keep the peace

in Wobik for Intendant De Fer.

Then we will speak to Intendant De Fer.

[laughs]

He prefers to spend his time in Quebec.

[laughs]

It is my job to speak to English scum.

Now, who might you serve, Mr. Goames?

The truth, Captain.

We were told of the recent tragedy west of town.

The settlers burnt out, killed by Iroquois.

We saw the bodies on display by the docks.

It was a small raiding party. The rest ran off.

You should know the Iroquois always collect their dead.

And you should know better than most

that the Iroquois have animal hearts...

that will pump until the last drop leaves them,

and then their sons will take up the cause

and pray to their wicked god

that death finds you.

Now,

that is some witchcraft I wish to avoid.

[laughs]

We have the Iroquois well-managed.

[laughing]

Managed?

There is no managing the Iroquois.

They outnumber you 40 to one.

YVON: Silent as deer.

You can'’t tell them apart from the trees.

Seen one gut a trapper

with nothing more than a flint knife.

Baby on her back, too.

God will not judge me for hanging those savages!

Go! Go see for yourself what they have done.

Was Cross there?

[scoffs] Hey, he could be anywhere.

Then we will have a look, Captain.

The woods are filled with the bones

of men like you, Mr. Goames.

The sooner you find your way out of Wobik, the better.

COOKE: Captain?

-Elisha Cooke. -Hamish Goames.

BOUCHARD: Mr. Goames has come to town looking for

the Hudson Bay agent who went missing.

Randall Cross was his name.

The company sent you all the way out here to find him?

They did.

Perhaps his absence is merely discretion.

These are French territories.

A fact that I am reminded of every day.

Mr. Cooke is the barrel king of Wobik.

You don'’t want to enter into trade with him, that'’s for sure.

Did you happen to meet Randall Cross?

Might I just say what a relief it is to hear your voice?

Uh, it is so good...

to have another Englishman in town.

I was born in Kirkwall.

E-Even so, our numbers swell.

BOUCHARD: Hey!

Were it not for your late French wife and barrels,

you'’d be outside the gate fending for yourself, Cooke.

I'’d ask you to join us for a drink, but... [laughs]

I don'’t want to be seen with so many English.

No.

It would not be wise for you.

Mr. Goames. Friend.

[footsteps departing]

-[door opens] -[bell jingles]

HAMISH: Mmm.

-The crust. -[door closes]

It'’s exceptional.

Try some, Yvon.

Prunes don'’t agree.

Good day, Mr. Goames.

[footsteps departing]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

I won'’t take my dress off.

Not for her or anyone else.

You will for your husband.

It will be good practice for you.

What sort of husband are you hoping for, Delphine?

Kind. And, uh,

generous.

And you?

Rich.

With a well-appointed house, which I will run.

But first, we must brave

the long, bony fingers of Mother Sabrine.

Pray that she doesn'’t pop it herself.

Come in, ma petite.

SABRINE: Lie down.

Lay back.

[sighs]

Pray, if you like.

Then think about your fine husband

and the fine land you will share with him.

[sighs]

[gasps, sighs]

Is something wrong?

Was the child born alive?

What child?

It is a sin to lie.

Do you think you are the first girl

to come to me with a secret?

I have seen...

everything, my dear.

Now tell me.

Yes, Mother, there was a child.

Did the child survive?

Please don'’t send me back. I was young,

and I wish only to grow New France.

I promise to be a good wife.

Lamb'’s blood.

On your wedding night,

sprinkle this on the bedsheet.

Tell no one.

Yes, Mother.

My Doma!

[sing-songy]: Mari, Mari,

dame jolie--

the men are here.

Hey, Theo.

Only God points.

Now, where is God?

-Where were you? -A trip to town

for the men who will help us build the Doma.

Mm.

[sniffs]

Mm.

Is that all you did?

I have not spilled seed.

Now, I brought a quill pig and a fine black ram.

-[laughs] -That is not a gift.

I have another special something

I will bestow on you tonight.

Mm.

What is your name?

Rene Sel.

The weak one-- he will help you butcher the ram.

I don'’t need help.

You will show him and you will be pleasant.

He is a stranger to the knife.

No!

He sees you pointing with your stick.

Well, he will learn without pointing.

You. Come with me.

Have you never seen an Indian before?

Not alive, sir.

Well, her blood is split.

She is Wendat and French from her father.

We will expand your knowledge of their kingdoms,

but first, you must learn

the paths of my Doma.

Always stay on the path.

I have cut them to conform to the grand pattern.

Do you know of the grand pattern?

-No, sir. -It will be made clear.

But if you look,

it is all around.

I will stay on the paths.

And do not cross the bog.

There are things in there you do not wish to meet.

And stay away from the cabin unless you are invited.

Do I have your word

you will convey these rules to Monsieur Duquet?

Yes.

Do not deceive me, Monsieur Sel.

I can see through the trees

and around the whole of the land.

And what I do not see comes to me in dreams.

I shall make it clear to Duquet.

Now, tell me,

what is the most important thing?

Blood. Family.

I have no family.

Well, that'’s not possible.

Just a brother,

but he drowned under river ice.

Well, you must build another here. Sow anew.

Give me that knife.

You will cut your foot.

I need a word with your father.

He is indisposed.

-[growls] -[grunts]

You should teach this boy some manners.

Pointing a knife at a lady.

Is that true?

Huh? Out.

Out. Everyone, out, out.

-[banging on table] -Out! Out!

There is a man at the inn.

He is asking after Mr. Cross.

His name is Mr. Hamish Goames.

In what manner is he asking?

He'’s from the Hudson'’s Bay Company.

Mr. Cooke has already met him. What else?

And I have kept my ears open, as you have asked.

I don'’t know what you and Mr. Cooke are up to,

nor do I care, but I will have my payment now.

I have no money. It'’s all on the table with a pair of queens.

Well, get a marker.

I will club your balls into your belly.

-LAFARGE: Henri, away. Here. -[coins clinking]

I won'’t be party to any crime.

There is nothing to worry about.

Just tell me where is this Mr. Goames.

He is searching west of town,

near where those poor families were killed by the Iroquois.

He is not a man to come at frontwise.

Go back to your inn...

and sit on that little husband of yours.

We will be asking for a refund

for those tables you built for us.

They are coarse and poorly constructed.

We will not be taken advantage of.

[Lafarge chuckles]

[gas hissing]

-This ram is not fit to eat. -[scoffs]

It is fine.

There are good bits in all, even this ram.

You will have to learn how to make do here.

Three years is a long time.

I will not serve three years.

Mm.

Then you should have never left France.

Here. Give me the knife.

[sighs]

Go on. Make the heaven cut.

I can'’t.

You will not survive here.

[gasps]

It is a sign of Strendu.

Where did this come from?

What is the matter?

What did you see?

Hurry.

HAMISH: If Cross was at the scene of the massacre, he'’s gone now.

YVON: Maybe.

Would you like a poem while the potatoes fry?

I will have to see the settlement for myself.

Then I shall give the trees verse then.

"I feed a flame within, which so torments me,

"that it both pains my heart, and yet contents me;

"'’tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,

"that I'’d rather die than once remove it.

"Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it,

"my tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it;

"not a sigh, nor a tear my pain discloses,

"but they fall silently,

like dew on roses."

TREPAGNY: Give us this day

our super substantial bread.

Remit our debts and forgive our debtors.

Keep us from temptation and free us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory,

for ever and ever. Amen.

[quietly]: Amen.

Perhaps Monsieur Sel could pass...

the sel.

[chuckles softly]

Was the ram not fit for the stew?

Spoilt.

Through and through?

MARI: Yes, it was.

Putrid, it was.

And the hide?

Worms got to it.

A shame.

It would have made nice hinges

for the cabin.

We will see about the hide tomorrow.

One must not waste what God has provided.

[singing indistinctly]

She is beautiful.

Find yourself an Indian wife then.

[sighs]

I will find a wife back in Paris.

You can'’t leave.

We'’re bound to our word.

My word means nothing.

Trepagny will hold me responsible.

How can he?

There is nothing here for us,

just trees and bugs and dead things.

We have been tricked into serving a mad squatter.

He will hunt you down if you leave.

Then we shall make a game of it.

[grunts]

Can you hear it?

God in the whirlwind.

He can feel us trampling his kingdom.

In the waste,

we shall build a divine city.

A settlement under the banner of heaven.

What, here?

Yes, here.

You will see.

And I will have that tooth.

Monsieur Sel, assist me.

-Assist me! -Come.

-Come. Come, it'’s better. -No.

-It'’s better. [grunts] -No, no, no! No!

-Get off me! No. -Yes,

-we shall excise the rot and have you -No! No! No.

-on your way to productivity. -No. N...

-No. No. [grunts] -Open.

-Open! [grunts] -No.

-Open '’em up! -[grunts]

-Yes. -[groaning]

I have it, I have it.

[grunts]

Now he will rise

and be twice the man.

And in the meantime,

Monsieur Sel,

I wish you to fell the ones

with two blazes.

Men must change the land in order to live in it.

Someday, my children

will grow cabbages and grapes here.

If the dirt will have it.

The dirt will have what we put in it,

as God sees fit.

We are its stewards.

Never forget that, Monsieur Sel.

Now clear all, that we may live like men

on clear and open land.

I am building a city that will live in eternity.

Now, swing, Monsieur Sel!

Swing!

And you--

fetch the ram'’s hide

you so carelessly wasted.

It was Mari who left the ram.

You put the idea in her head. Now find it.

Before the ravens peck it full of holes.

Go!

Now!

[rustling]

[grunting]

Where is Duquet?

He'’s not come back from your task.

Find him.

Bring him back.

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[squawking]

My God.

[man speaking Latin]

Show yourself.

[man continues speaking Latin]

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Don'’t you see it?

It is Azazel...

sprung from the abyss.

Come, Father.

[screaming]

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