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I don't know anything!

Mr. Harp!

I swear,
there ain't nothing more I could do for ya.

Jesus, Declan!

C'mon! What did you do?!

Ah! Nothing!
Nothing. I helped her.

No, you helped him!
Where are they going?

Benton's taking her
to Scotland.

That's the story she gave me.

You might want to let your
blood cool down a little, Harp.

- What's he planning?
- Ah...

Speak, vile wench.

I don't know, I don't know.

We escaped, me and Miss Emberly.

We... we escaped,

and then Benton caught us
and I woke up in her clothes!

Sounds like you led her into a trap.
Is that what you did?

- No.
- Is that what you did? - She had no part of it!

- Bullshit!! I'm not convinced!
- Well, I surely am! Look at the poor child.

Now I see two people wrecked by the same
wicked devil. Now don't let him win!

If you don't plan
on killing me, Charlie,

then you get your hands off me.

I met a noble man once...

who walked
into a dangerous situation

to help a stranger in
his own terrible circumstance.

And that man
would've stopped at nothin'

until he saw the injustice
before him redressed.

Nothing.

Because it cannot stand, Harp.

It can't.

The stones on you.

You'd sink straight to the bottom
with the weight of them balls.

Please just let me go.

Until I get to Grace, you're coming with me.
We're going to Scotland.

Oh, get it up ya, Harp.

I'm not going back to Scotland!

Ah, shite.

She's small,
but she'll be fast.

I spent a year learning to how sail
on a gaff-rigged boat like that.

- Now we're all gonna learn how to die on one.
- Can we handle it?

I can sail that vessel, sir.

Alright, McTaggart,
fast and quiet.

Don't move.

Charlie, you watch her.

Afternoon, gents.

Inclement weather we're having,
eh?

Hello?

Anybody home?

I hope there's enough cargo to sustain us.

I hope Chaulk knows
how to work this thing.

We're gonna need all our hands
working all the time.

It's going to take
more than that, mate!

You are not the king's men.

- No, we left them sleeping on the beach.
- Hmm.

Their comrades are not gonna
be very pleased about that.

Who are you?

Who am I?

I am the prince
of the Crimson Sails,

First Guard
in the Order of Leça.

I am Poseidon's right arm,

master of the sea.

Faithful lover
to the one and only Madelena.

I am God's favourite son.

I am called Fortunato.

I'm the capitán of this vessel.
So who are you?

We're taking this ship
and going to Scotland.

So you can shut your trap,
silly days, or you're taking a dip.

Why are we not moving?
You said you could handle this.

I can't seem to get the sail on the aft-mast
unfurled. I've never seen rigging like it.

Because you're not
Português!

You need me to sail this ship.

I know every curve,

every crevice
on this beautiful ship.

I go nowhere without her,
nor she without me.

You're gonna
get this thing moving, Captain.

Should I deal with them?

Jesus Murphy!

It's fine, Te Rangi.

I think this man can see reason.

What do you want in return
for passage to Scotland -

and your freedom
from the HBC?

Surprise me, Mr...?

Declan Harp.

Ah.

You'll get it
when the job's done.

Mr. Declan...
What?!

Ah,
Christ. He's cracked. We're fucked.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no...

- We should throw him overboard.
- True.

But that looks
like a delicious bottle.

I fuckin' hate you.

Ah!

The lady says yes!

Yes, yes, she will take you
where you want to go.

- And she would be...?
- Madelena, of course.

My ship. My lady.

Sadly...

her sails have faded some,

and she wants some new sails.

So... she's willing to see
where this goes.

Come.

Let me show you her secrets.

No, sir,
I haven't seen him in weeks.

Especially not
since that theft occurred.

You had no idea at all
the fort was being robbed?

No, I mean,
I just serve ale, sir.

Mm... And any of Mr. Smyth's
friends happen through recently?

Um, I don't really know
who his friends would be. Um...

I've seen him with a Frenchman named
Rivard and a Native girl named Sokanon.

She wears fur in her hair
and brandishes a bow.

I think she's one
of those Lake Walker people.

- Really?
- They are loyal to your Michael Smyth

and the Black Wolf Company.
Are they not, Mary?

Maybe,
but as I told the major,

I haven't seen them here
in a while.

- No.
- No. - Hmm...

- Can I get you an ale, Major?
- That'd be wonderful.

Major?

Pardon me.

Here's the list of what we
procured from the Lake Walkers.

Wonderful.

Looks like a decent haul.

Lock up the storage and give me the numbers.
See how short we still are.

- Yes, sir.
- The raiding party can rest for the night,

and then head west at daylight.

- Here you are.
- Please.

Cheers.

I think you should lead them,
Vanstone...

...as their lieutenant,
effective immediately.

- Excuse me, sir?
- You've earned it.

- I'm honoured, sir.
- Well, carry on, Lieutenant.

Where were we?

I was about to say...

...there's more on offer here
if you're interested, Major.

The only thing
I'm interested in

is bringing Michael Smyth
to justice.

And you might want to help me.
Because if not,

I can see to it

that you have nothing left
to offer anyone anymore.

This place and its...

distractions...

are everything that's a problem
with Fort James, Miss...

- Imogen.
- Yes.

If you see Michael Smyth or any of
his cohorts enter this establishment,

you best break your legs

to get word to me.

Good afternoon.

Can't even give it away, eh?

Are you there, lovey?

- I am.
- Are you there?

I am.

Oh!

Get out.

Oh. A third would make this
a lovely tangle, wouldn't it?

Come on, Mary.

It's just a little game...

Maybe I'll let you win.
Oh!! Hey!!

What did I say?

Fine.

Fine.
- Oi, Mr. Carter.

Wouldn't want
to tire yourself out

before your new wife
gets delivered, would you?

It's gonna be
a delicate negotiation, Malcolm.

That's a fact. It might be best
if you let me handle this one.

Ho-ho! Here we go.
You're already trying to cut me out, eh?

It's possible that you even being there
might set things down the wrong path.

You do have a complicated
history with the Lake Walkers.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the fuck do you know?

- I know some things, Mr. Brown.
- You think I'm trouble?

You're the one the HBC are on the hunt for,
Michael, not me.

The Low River Company has had treaties
with the Lake Walkers for years.

I remember. I also remember
risking me neck to bail you out

after your brother
attacked Kamenna's grandson.

I apologized to her
for Cedric's drunken cock-up.

- I don't think it was enough.
- Aye.

Well, he's dead now and cold in the ground,
so that's that, isn't it, eh?

Our business has never been the
same since he did what he did.

The Lake Walkers were crucial
to our success.

And now it's down to me
to repair that damage.

I need that chief woman to know
that the Brown brothers

are committed
to dismembering the HBC.

Good.

So start working
on that apology to Kamenna.

Because if she says no,
we're all doomed.

Much obliged, Ms. Chaulk.
Much obliged.

How's he lookin'?

It's not too bad.

This looks very terrible.
Not good, mate.

We'll keep trying, Charlie.

Could be worse.
Could look like McTaggart.

Or useless, like that big ball bag.

Mister Charles gets a pass,
but not you, huh?

There's work to be done.

I apologize
for the state of the biscuits.

How is your cabin?

I will not sit here and pretend you're
not the man I know, Lord Benton.

You need not pretend, either.

I suspect what you know of me
has been shaped by factors

other than our interactions.

If you mean to say that my opinion of
you has been tainted by Declan Harp,

then let me disabuse you
of that notion.

I came to my own conclusions.

Oh, I thought
it was Chesterfield

who was holding influence
over you.

Now you've got me
quite intrigued.

I've seen with my own eyes that you're
a man that kills with impunity.

I am a soldier of the Crown
and the Hudson's Bay Company.

Any blood that has been shed
is sanctioned by the charter.

Do you wish
to spill my blood too?

I would do no such thing.

Why would I deprive the world of
such a bright star as yourself?

Thank you for the tea,
Lord Benton.

It's warmed the bones.

I would like to take the air on deck.
With your permission.

No need not ask permission,
Grace.

You are free to roam
at your leisure.

But you will dine with me again
tonight,

and tomorrow, and the next...

...until I've managed
to change your mind about me.

Check the earing on the mainsail, huh?

We may need a repair up there.

Tighten the bowline,
young Chaulk!

How much further till land?

Why aren't we moving faster?

Ask the wind.

We are alone out here.

Save for the creatures
that sleep in the deep.

Madelena is upset.

Yeah.
She says that you are putting us in danger.

You tell Madelena Benton is
the one putting us in danger.

Who is this Benton
you've been talking about?

Is he a pirate?

You are unsteady here.

I am unsteady on land.

Too much vice.

Madelena is my safe harbour...
and my compass.

Do you see that, Mr. Harp?

Those clouds on the horizon?

That is the sign of Satanazes.

"The Hand of Satan."

It is a great and powerful hand
that reaches up from Hades,

rising up through the water
and into the air...

...searching for a ship of souls
to consume.

And should it clasp you
in its hand, uh,

it may pick you up...

...full fathoms above the waves,

send you crashing
back into the ocean,

or dragging you
to the very bottom of the sea.

Yeah.

And we're about to sail
right into the devil's palm.

Think about making peace with
whatever God you submit to, Mr. Harp.

You need not worry how long
the journey's going to take,

because it is never known that
we will come out the other side.

We better, Fortunato.

Or I'm gonna haunt you in hell.

Perhaps we are already there,
Mr. Harp.

Loosen that bowline, Chaulk!

Yes, sir.

Mr. Pond, where have you been?

Michael Smyth
has left the city.

I said goodbye to him
before he left.

Malcolm Brown
has also left the city.

And you're suggesting
there's a connection?

And you're suggesting
there's not?

Michael gave us his word.

He's Irish.

So am I.
What's that got to do with it?

I don't trust him.

We need to make sure
they're not working together.

Why don't I go and find out?

Hmm.

Mr. Brown.

Oh, my.

I hope you don't mind
my joining you.

Ah, what do you want?

Or should I ask,
what does Samuel Grant want?

Drink?

Now... to what...
do I owe this pleasure?

Michael Smyth has left town,

and... I'm wondering
what his destination could be.

How could I possibly
know that?

Well, I fear he's traveling
with your brother, Malcolm.

My brother is headed up north
to drum up some new business.

I dannae if you've heard, but new business
is quite hard to come by these days.

Due in no small part by the
actions of your benefactor.

Ah. So even if it's true,
you don't know.

Don't know... what?

I can't help but wonder
if your brother and Michael

have made a deal
behind your back.

Do you have any proof of this?

Why not ask the woman
in your house?

She might know something
that you don't.

Aye.

Says the woman who's a known spy
for Samuel Grant.

It's hard when someone you
trust takes advantage of you.

I know that feeling
all too well myself, Mr. Brown.

If I were you...
I'd want to know for certain.

Please... drink this.

Thank you, Ms. Chaulk,
but I think I'll be alright.

Why is this special to you?

Why?

- Aye...
- Let me tell you why.

It's because
it's the finest malt.

It has a hint of salt
from the coastal Scottish air

that seeped through
into the cask.

The lingering taste
of ancient, mossy oak.

It's like supping the milk
from an angel's tit.

And you don't
even appreciate it, do you,

Captain Numpty?!

A toast! Huh?

To us, my love.

A special blend
for a special lady.

I love you.

Best to let him have a drop, Captain.

See, Te Rangi,
he probably does want

to lick the delicious sweat
from my forehead.

Oh, I'll cave your forehead in if you
don't give me back some of that whiskey.

Don't be so sad,
MacDonald, huh?

Your bottle
is going to good use.

Eh, this is mean...

He's upsetting me for no reason.

We don't even know where that balmy
Spanish bastard is taking us.

He's mad.

We're all gonna end up
in the bottom of the ocean.

Look at him.
Just give him a drink.

Fine, Te Rangi, fine.

Ah!!

You bastard!
I'm gonna shag you!

Hey!! That's enough!

Give him some space. Let's go.

How you think I'm doing, Harp?

Tell it to me straight.

It's looking better.

Just drink your water, Charlie.

You'll be good.

Looking for this?

It's a... a contract between
Michael Smyth and Carruthers & Co.

Signed by me, apparently.
I mean,

I know I was drunk...
but I wisnae that drunk.

- You left us no choice.
- Hmm.

I knew if there was a deal
between my brother and Michael

that you'd have
had it all written down,

seeing how your solicitor
must sign everything for ya.

- You weren't thinking clearly.
- No, you're not thinking clearly.

This puts us at war
with Samuel Grant.

Do you have any idea
what that man is capable of?

How could you ask me that?

I want him to rot in hell
as much as you,

but this...
will be the end of us.

You mark my words.

You have to put a stop to it.
Now.

Or what?

What do you mean, or what?!

You are nothing but a figurehead
in this company, Mr. Brown.

You yield no authority over my
or Mr. Pickersgill's approval.

You would do well
to remember that.

How dare you speak to me
in that manner?

I'll speak to you
in whatever manner I choose.

Don't bite the hand
that feeds you, Mr. Brown.

Sokanon.

I'm tracking a man.
He's Irish,

with an Iroquois wife.
Have you seen him?

There was a man like that
here. O'Reilly.

I think he's arranging to bring a country wife
to the fort to marry that fat man, Carter.

This woman, where is she coming from?
Is she European or Native?

I don't know.

Find out what you can
and meet me back here tomorrow.

Please.

I need your help.

Tell me, how was
your wedding?

Was it a nice affair?
Well-attended?

Nice enough.

I must say, I am curious as to what
you see in Captain Chesterfield.

Clearly, dear,
you are the superior intellect.

Though I suppose that's not saying much,
is it?

Yes, you winkled your way into governess
without much trouble at all, it seems.

He asked, I answered.
It was rather simple, yes.

I should've known there was
something between you two.

Oh, you didn't intervene...

when Chesterfield had Captain
Gray and his men arrest me.

Your loyalty was all to him.

A woman should never be compelled
to speak against her husband.

Does the sanctity of marriage
not hold some things dear?

The sins of the husband against the
Crown are also the sins of the wife.

Marriage has indeed changed you.

So, tell me,
how was your parents' marriage?

Fine.

Your father also fought
for the Crown,

and felled many men
in his military career.

Yet you judge me and not him.

Well, had you been a kinder man
when in charge of Fort James,

I might've had
a different opinion of things.

Your good opinion
matters to me, Grace.

I endeavour to change your mind.

Continue along the waterway tomorrow, set up
camp here. I'll meet you there soon enough.

- What will you be doing, sir?
- My job.

Very good, sir.

Come.

Are you okay?

What's your name?

I can get you out of here.

Mrs. Carter!

May I have the honour
of this dance?

These Native women will fetch you fair coin,
O'Reilly. When can I see these ladies?

Probably take me a few days
to get the perfect ones.

Most of the women I deal with
found God, wouldn't be suitable.

But there are some women
who come my way that...

...have been unable to embrace
the life of a Christian woman.

That's a lot more interesting.

Good.

Can you do something else for me
before you leave, Mr. O'Reilly?

Great party, huh, Mary?

- Got a question for ya.
- What's that?

Have you found God?

Please...

accept these gifts with respect.

How many axe heads and rifles will it take to
replace the life of my grandson, Malcolm Brown?

There's no such number
that can.

But I will do everything I can
to gain your forgiveness

for my family's part
in your pain.

As you know,

my brother Cedric was killed for his
part in the capture of your grandson.

Thank you for meeting with us.

What news do you bring
from your travels to Montreal?

I have a deal with the Browns
and Carruthers & Co.

I also have an agreement
from Samuel Grant.

I wish for an
audience with your leader.

I'm an officer
of the Hudson Bay Company and...

Michael Smyth.

I've been looking for you.

On behalf of the King and Crown,
you are under arrest.

- For what?
- Theft, conspiracy, murder.

You'll be sent back to England to be
hung for your crimes against the HBC.

I never murdered anyone.

You cannot enforce your
European law here on my land.

He's been enforcing his law
everywhere.

He and his thugs stole
everything we had in our stores.

I have an agreement with the Crown
that there only be peaceful talks.

And the Crown had a deal with you
that you do not trade with criminals!

Now, on your knees.

On! Your! Knees!

- It's alright.
- Go on.

I see.
You'd like me on my knees, eh?

Eh?!

And stay down!

End it! Leave! Go!!

Oh, I'm leaving, but you're all coming
with me in chains! And if not...

What have you done?

I'm sorry
to call on you so late.

I suppose I should say early.

Ah, no, no, it's... it's fine.
Is anything the matter?

I wanted...
I wanted to apologize.

I had no right to imply
any of the things I said.

You were right.
There's no proof,

and it's not my business to... to insinuate
that your brother would betray you.

Aye.

But he did.

Your signature.

You were aware
of the arrangement?

It's forged. Quite terribly,
I might add, by my brother Malcolm.

I suppose Cobbs Pond...

...will have an interest
in all of this.

You know how dangerous
and unhinged the man is.

We were together since we were kids,
Michael and I.

I knew him better
than I knew myself.

Then we arrived here
and... I don't know.

He's... he's gone.

Or maybe I'm gone.

All I know is that he betrayed me
more than he betrayed Mr. Pond.

And I can't forgive him
for that.

Yeah... If you tell Pond
about this deal,

you know what could happen
to Michael.

All of us carry as much
as we are capable of, Mr. Brown.

And the rest...
falls by the wayside.

Thank you. Huh.

For what?

Being the only decent person
I've met

in this godforsaken New World.

Wait, wait.

Would you care
for another drink?

I don't think that I like my ward
walking the streets at night.

How did you enjoy
being Douglas Brown's whore?

Watch your mouth.

Or do you not... care
to find out what I know?

Ignore me.
I'm a jealous old man.

I don't want to fight with you.
You're too pretty. Come.

Hmm...

Have a drink with me.

And tell me
about your night.

It was illuminating.

How so?

Douglas Brown knows nothing
about a deal with Michael.

His brother
went behind his back.

And Michael has gone
behind ours.

He lied to us.

Ah, poor kitten.

We'll have to do something
about that.

McTaggart.

Yeah.

Can you read?

Can I...

Gimme that.

Can I read?

I received it years ago,
when my wife turned ill.

The seal's never been broken.

I've been afraid
of what's in it.

I'm not afraid anymore.

"My darling Charlie...

I have no way to know
if this letter will reach you,

but I pray to God above

that it land in your hands
and find you well.

I can still feel the warmth
of your touch

that night
they tore you from my arms...

...from our babies...

...and from my life.

I have taken sick...

...and fear it won't be long now
for me.

And I'm deeply sorry not to
have held you in my arms...

...one last time.

Your loving wife, Delilah."

It's time to go home.

So many years of my life...

...I wanted to know what it'd
be like to be a free man.

Now I know.

It's to you I owe thanks
for that, Declan.

Ever since that faithful day
when our paths crossed,

I've been able to choose
the way I live my life.

For that,
I'm eternally grateful.

But it's now that I'd like
to choose how I end my life.

Let me have the last say here.

Please.

It's what I want.

Do it for me, brother.

Everybody deserves peace,
Charlie.

I'll be seeing you, brother.

Now, don't take this
the wrong way, but...

...chances are we're headed
to different places.

Depending on who's working
the scales up there.

Close your eyes.

Shh...

Shhh...

Shhh... shhh.

- Captain.
- Welcome back, sir.

Thank you.
It's good to be here... at last.

This is Mrs. Grace Chesterfield.

She's the governess at one
of my forts in the New World.

And she'll be staying with us
as our guest... indefinitely.

Ah, I will show
Mrs. Chesterfield to her room.

Please.

Who is it?

Grace.

Da?

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