All language subtitles for frontier.2016.s03e05.webrip.x264-strife

Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today

There's not a soul
on the wall.

This place looks deserted.
- Scotland's lousy with castles, could be the wrong one.

I know what I heard.
Benton's here.

Let's get your men ready.

Easy, Harp. I need to know a bit
more about what we're facing.

There could be a fuckin' 1000
men in there for all we know.

If what the girl says is true,
there'll be a dozen men on hand.

Still, I'd feel a bit better if
we could have a wee peek inside.

Benton doesn't know
you're here, Harp.

We might not get another chance
with Miss Grace.

Oh, for f...
I'll go scout it myself.

I'd sooner send someone
I can trust.

Angus?

Angus, wait!

No!

I was waiting in the marketplace,
like Te Rangi said.

But then, a Redcoat came, and he held me up,
and he took me to Benton.

He said he was gonna kill Miss
Grace if I didn't do what he said.

I was just trying to help her.

I'm really sorry.

You try and tell that to him.

He's full of holes
because of you.

Well, I did try and warn him.

Benton said he only wanted Harp.

I didn't know what to do.

I'm not dragging my men
into this fucking mess.

They're elite guards in there,
Harp.

And they know we're here.

Alright, lads. Gather your gear.

They'll be coming for us
soon enough.

Oh, my dear!

What a vision of beauty.

More like a painted doll.

Hm. Lord Fisher
will be arriving shortly.

Once he's been coddled,

we'll have you back in britches
in no time, I assure you.

Now, tell me about your husband.

Jonathan Chesterfield's
incompetence and disloyalty

led to the escape
of Declan Harp,

the deaths of dozens
of English troops,

and the loss of thousands
of His Majesty's furs.

Too much malice, perhaps.

Lord Fisher will be expecting a
little sympathy for your husband.

It was only Lord Benton's
steady hand

that saved my poor, deluded
Chesterfield from ruin.

Without his gentle guidance,
he simply fell apart.

- Hm... Better.
- My father.

I want you to release him
before Fisher arrives.

And why would I do that?

Consider it
an act of good faith.

I think you misunderstand
my nature.

I am not a man to relinquish
my leverage on good faith.

Furthermore,

if you cross me tonight,
I promise you,

I will remove
your father's tongue,

and make him watch
while you eat it.

Ah...

Alright, you've made
your argument, but...

I don't think that I have,
Michael.

See, I am very vexed

that you've put me in the uncomfortable
position of undermining Mr. Grant.

Not only in working
with Carruthers and Company,

but in bunking with Malcolm Brown?
- Pfft.

Bunking?
Oh, that's ripe.

As if I could possibly get a wink of
sleep with you two feet away in the dark.

Keep your snotty society rackets back
in Montreal where they belong, Pond.

Believe me when I tell you that they're
totally unpleasant for me too, fuck face,

but here we are.

Mr. Brown, you speak
as if there's some...

element of fate at work
that is beyond our control.

I'm a man that controls fate.

Both my own, and that of others.

You know that's true.

And as I sit here looking at you,
I'm starting to think

- perhaps I should tinker with your fate.
- Sit down.

- Tinker? Tinker?!
- Sit down.

Oh, Malcolm...

I didn't mean killing you,
right now.

I mean, a boy can dream,
but I was thinking of something else, like...

handing you over to Vanstone.

If you keep this shite up,
you can...

You can go back to Montreal,
and fight the fucking HBC on your own.

I won't have everything we've
worked towards be compromised now,

by your childish,
petty feud.

Put that down.

Ooh, "Wilderness Michael."
So rough!

It excites me.

I'm sure I can find a way to help Mr. Grant
understand this new business relationship.

Pfft.

You do that.

"Mr. Grant"...

You go to great pains to puff yourself
up as a business man in charge.

But yet, when you talk about
Mr. Grant,

you look more like
a devoted servant.

Are you sure you're not just
his patsy?

Who's being childish now?

Anyway...

I suspect that we will soon see
a grand show of force

from that pugnacious
Governor Chesterfield.

And this little partnership
of ours will all be for naught.

Chesterfield's gone,
we don't have to worry about him anymore.

Eaten by wolves,
I suppose.

Oh aye...

Too bad I didn't get to
do him in myself.

Maybe I should turn my
attention to Mr. O'Reilly now?

He should've been here by now.
- I know.

But Malcolm and I can't go out this room,
you're gonna have to find O'Reilly on the road.

We can't oust Vanstone with
the help of him and his men.

Well, there is a much quicker and more
efficient way of dealing with Mr. Vanstone.

We kill a single Redcoat,
and we lose the Lake Walkers.

That gun is just for show,
you understand?

Maybe.

Any of you wankers
O'Reilly's men?

O'Reilly was the last to see
my prisoner.

And now, they've both
disappeared into the wind.

Is he here?

I haven't seen him
since last night.

Chesterfield's missus would hide
reprobates here all the time.

I have no interest in politics,
Lieutenant Vanstone.

Emberly derived pleasure
from sticking her oar in.

I like it the other way around.

Herman. Check the back.

I'm checking your rooms, Imogen.
- Go for it.

O'Reilly!

O'Reilly! Show yourself!

Good morning, "Lootenant."

Vanstone, isn't it?
- It's "Leftenant."

Forgive me, "Leftenant."

Cobbs Pond. Pleasure.

You got a man in there?

Shh.

As a matter of fact, I do.

There is an exquisite young
man lying naked on my bed,

in a state of gentle repose.

I guess my appetites last night
exhausted the poor thing.

We could awake him together,
if you'd like.

I'd rather not.

That's a shame.

Well, I was on my way to look for Mr.
O'Reilly too, shall we look together?

- Fine.
- Wonderful.

What is this place?

O'Reilly surprised me outside the ale.
He brought me here.

Imogen paid him to do it.

I've already tried
everything.

We're locked in tight.

And there are armed guards.

Kahwihta said she was taken
by religious men.

O'Reilly's wife?

She helps capture our women,

and he brings them here,
and makes them worship his God?

Europeans like their women
to be Christian before they wed.

Churches need converts,
traders need wives.

And the ones who are not fit are sent to the
ale houses and camps, to be passed around.

He's selling women
to more than just Imogen,

and far beyond Fort James.

The man O'Reilly has lied to you.
To your fathers and mothers.

He is selling you
like meat.

Do you speak Cree?

Ojibwe?

English. We must only speak
English, here.

Fine. Tell me about O'Reilly.

Mr. O'Reilly helped us find
our way to the Lord Almighty.

We had sinned against God.
- Sin...?

It's an affront to God.

O'Reilly convinced
these girls' families that

their troublesome daughters
would affect trade.

You don't have to be afraid.
I have killed many such men.

You belong with your people.

Under the eye of the Creator,
not their white God.

Open the door! Open!

Careful...

Be careful, Sister.

We were warned about this one.

You've been sent here
to test me.

But I will show you the way,
child.

Your men will be here shortly.
Be ready.

Don't...

If I jimmied the lock,
you could make it to that rampart.

Not in this stupid dress.

What would you do?
Fall to your death.

I'm not talking about me
going, Grace.

Don't pretend to be noble,
Da. It doesn't suit you.

We're leaving together.

Once Benton has cleared his name with Fisher,
we're just another loose end.

Well, then, I'll have to
make myself indispensable.

If not to him, then to the HBC.

I know that scheming look
in your eye.

I remember it from when
you were a wee lass.

Well, you didn't give me
much choice.

Besides, it served me well.
- Has it? Look at you.

This isn't over.

If you see a chance
to save yourself, you take it.

I've been anchor enough
my whole life.

Our guest is waiting.

I'm sorry, you won't be
joining us, Edward.

But you haven't been forgotten.

I hope you enjoy.
- Cow's tongue?

Cook's speciality.

Shall we?

Spirited woman, eh?

You have no idea.

- Lord Fisher!
- Lord Benton.

It is such an honour
to welcome you to my home.

Allow me to present Mrs. Grace
Chesterfield of Fort James.

Charmed, Madame.

You retain a remarkably
youthful beauty

for having survived
in such a savage climate.

My Lord.

My recent years in the London
office have made me soft,

regrettably.

I prefer spending time
in the field.

- You must be well-travelled.
- As are you, I am sure.

Sadly, untoward events
in Fort James bring me here.

We appear to have unresolved matters.
- My Lord,

Mrs. Chesterfield has been at the heart of
operations at Fort James for many years.

And I thought it appropriate that she
share her insights into recent events.

Most interesting.

- Shall we sit?
- Indeed.

Give it a rest, would you?

I mean, the least patsy could've
done was bring us some food

before he fucked away off.
I'm so hungry, I could eat the 12 apostles.

I could use some grub myself.

Now hold up, now.

I don't think the stale bread in this
shack is worth you getting shot over.

I've stolen more meals
than you've eaten, Malcolm.

I'll be back before you know it.

- Mercer?
- Michael?

You didn't see me.

Is O'Reilly with you?

He was supposed to meet us
here this morning.

- I, uh... saw him at dawn.
- Here?

No, north. We parted at
Soulis Brook.

What's he doing up there?

He's, uh... picking up pelts.

Did he say
when he was gonna be back?

Right, well, if you see him,
let him know that...

That bow that you have there...

Can I see it?

It's useless, mate.
It's shite.

Might be the case,
but I still need to see it.

Where did you get this?

I know the woman who owns this,
she wouldn't leave it lying around.

No man could take this from her
without killing her first.

So I'm gonna ask you again,
where did you get this?

Out by the-the road.
By the gate.

When I agreed to help you,
we were sneaking in. Unawares.

But this? Nah.
This is just not possible.

It's worth the risk.

For you, maybe.

You can risk your life all you want,
I don't give a fuck.

But I'm not throwing my men's
lives away.

I can't sit around here
like a goddamn coward,

and let an innocent woman die,
when I know I could stop it.

I don't have that in me.

I think she's gone. It hurts.

You think you're the only one
that's suffered?

I'll have you know, we've all fucking lost someone.
- Then help me, goddamn it.

There's no way we'll get
inside that fucking castle!

I don't need you to
get me inside.

I need you to get me close.

And then what?

You just leave that to me.

Christ, you are damaged.

Even if the lads agree,
how the fuck are we gonna get you close?

My mother's people have fought
like this for centuries.

We are so few,
they have nothing to ram against.

They will rush into those dunes,
we will stretch them out,

and we will drain
every last one of them.

Alright, lads.

No one will judge you
if you want to sit this one out.

Especially you, Angus,

bleeding all over the place.
Look at you.

You look fucking ridiculous.

Oh, fuck off. I've had worse.

Besides...

I've gotta bite the face off
the prick that ripped my kilt.

Alright, genius.
What's the plan?

Get up.

You're going back in.

I need something to write with.

Oh, I should've thought...

We can write him
a really nasty letter.

What do you have for weapons
around here, smart ass?

Back again so soon?

You should do yourself a favour,
girl, and disappear.

I'm here to see Lord Benton.

I carry a note for him.

- Piss off.
- Oh, alright.

But I'd hate to be you
when Lord Benton finds out

that you've refused a handwritten
letter from Declan Harp.

Very well.

But if I discover this
to be a ruse...

you will suffer.

Kahwihta?

Mr. Smyth.

Look at this.

This belongs to a woman
by the name of Sokanon.

She's a friend of mine.
Would you remember seeing her?

Where's O'Reilly?

He had to attend to some urgent
business for our church.

Where's your church?

Near Soulis Brook.

Were you seen?

No. But I need to leave
and check on something.

You stay here,
and stay out of sight.

What's so fucking important?

I don't know yet.

Oh. Alright,
well that's grand.

Is that how
our partnership works, eh?

You go off gallivanting around
doing whatever the fuck you want

while I'm left here trying to
read your tiny Irish mind?

Where are you going, Michael?
- Malcolm, I...

It's Sokanon, I... Something's wrong.
She's in trouble.

Oh, well in case
you haven't noticed, so are we.

I'll deal with it on my own.

- So, too right, you will.
- Just keep your head down.

If you see O'Reilly before I do, keep an
eye on him. See what he's getting up to.

What in the good holy fuck
is that supposed to mean?!

It means I may have missed something
along the way! I don't know.

If I'm wrong, we never need
speak of this again.

But if I'm right,
the whole alliance may crumble.

Mind you, you Yanks
had the advantage.

Fighting for your own,
in places you knew.

I was fresh from Essex.

Never even been to
the north of England,

and suddenly I'm freezing
me bullocks off in Philadelphia.

Not everyone fought out of
a great sense of patriotism.

I did it just for the sport.

What are you here for anyway,
Mr. Pond?

Didn't Lord Benton forbid
your return to Fort James?

Well, it doesn't seem that
Lord Benton is here anymore.

I didn't think it would be
a problem.

Yeah, well, having no Lord
or governor here is a problem.

Perhaps you're just the man
to remedy that...

Governor.

You!

You helped Malcolm Brown escape!

He attacked me,
Lieutenant Vanstone!

Nah, you traders
are all in cahoots.

Oh, Brown had help,
but it wasn't from me.

It was Michael Smyth.

I wouldn't lead you astray,
friend.

Ah, the Black Wolf Company,
they're all animals.

Smyth needs to be put in a cage.
- I agree.

And I might be able
to help you out, there.

I might be able to find
Michael Smyth.

- How?
- You leave that to me.

I'll deliver him up to you.

And your men, well,
they'll be bursting with confidence,

that Fort James will flourish
under your grasp.

You saying
they're not already?

No, no, no, no, no.
Not at all, not at all. You are the, um...

Very exemplar
of strong leadership, so...

It's quite thrilling, actually.

Bring him to me.

Did I just witness
the start of a coup?

No, Sir.

You were gonna give Michael up
to him?

It was just a ruse
to lure the Lieutenant, Malcolm.

I delivers him up to him, right,
but under private circumstances.

Or we can deal with him alone, and not have
to bother with all of those sweaty men.

But instead, you brought
his attention to you two.

What in the good Christ
are we gonna do now?

Well, Malcolm, I suppose
we could give you to him.

You can try that, patsy...

And I'll beat the fucking crazy
out of ya.

What business did Michael have
that was so bloody urgent,

that he'd run away, and risk being seen?
- He wouldn't say.

He was going on about his Sokanon woman being
in trouble, but then he was out the door.

We're gonna have to
do something

to convince Mr. Vanstone
that we're men of our word.

Well, I hope Michael
gets his arse back here

before Vanstone figures out
what's really happening.

Have a close look.

They've been washed?

Let me see their teeth.

Obey him!

Good. Strong!

And they're only young, yet.

This one must be special.

She has not been converted yet,
gentlemen.

Pretty.

I bet she looks even prettier
when she smiles.

Show me your teeth!

Don't be rude, deary.

You have two ways out of here.

And I think you'll like theirs
better than mine.

Oh, yeah...

I'm sure we can fit some prayers
in there before no time.

There are more men outside.

Stop! Get your clothing.

We go now.

Excuse me my ignorance,

but what exactly is the extent of
this encroachment by the French?

Oh, the French
are a wretched plague.

They have long been using
ignorant rogues

to travel upriver,
and undermine our operations.

They are ignorant,
yet they are successful?

They appear to be winning the fight.
- My Lord,

my position from the beginning has been that,
had I more men, and more resources,

I could have been more effective at staving the bleeding.
- I must admit,

I was surprised to learn of your departure
with the Phoenix without my knowledge.

Yes. That was in response
to a desperate situation.

Oh, yes. The half-breed.

Declan Harp. He is a vengeful
and remorseless killer.

Is that so?

- Declan...
- Given the right resources, my Lord,

this man can be apprehended
or silenced permanently.

Indeed, Archibald.

But at this point
in the conversation,

I am particularly interested in the
observations of the Governess on the matter.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Declan Harp was once revered as the
most accomplished trader and trapper

in the James Bay region.

I wonder what changed.

My Lord, if I may...
I knew his father.

He was an Irishman from Donegal,

and a capable company man.

He had a guide, a Native woman,
who bore him a son, Declan.

When Declan's father
was betrayed by the savages,

I took him on as my own son.

I taught him the ways
of the trade,

and watched him rise
to become one of our very best.

But there was too much
of the savage in him.

He turned against me,
and against the Company.

How was Captain Gray
when you saw him?

He was quite well, my Lord.

How nice.

I'd not seen him
in many years,

so I was delighted
to see him doing so well.

You must have heard the sad
news that he was lost at sea.

I did not know that.

Then, it grieves me to have
to tell you that he is dead.

Oh, my God.
Oh, that's horrible.

I assumed you had heard
as much.

No, I had no idea.

Oh, what sad news.

He was a kind and gentle man.

Yes.

Grace, what do you know
of Captain Johnson?

He was murdered.

Was his killer
brought to justice?

His killer was not known.

Do you know why I am here?

I imagine you're seeking
the truth.

The Hudson's Bay Company
is facing losses,

and I am hearing rumours...

If I add together the pieces
of the incomplete puzzle,

I am forced to infer
certain things,

which I find troubling.

Things that suggest that the man in
charge of Fort James was to blame.

It's true.

Jonathan Chesterfield
approached me shortly after

the suicide of
Governor Threadwell.

He asked me to assist him
in a plan to steal from the HBC,

and to angle himself
as the new Governor.

When I refused to help him, he went on to
threaten violence if I did not marry him.

He was so distracted by
his own ambitions that

even when Lord Benton
was administering

a just sentence of hanging
on Declan Harp,

he allowed Harp to escape.

Who killed Father Coffin?

Chesterfield was in charge of the
men at the gallows. I was not there.

And who was behind the theft
at Fort James?

A gang of thieves.
Working directly under Chesterfield's nose.

Does the name "Michael Smyth"
mean anything to you?

He leads the gang.

What role did his Lordship
play in all of this?

Well, I'd be lying if I told you he was
the most beloved man in Fort James.

But I am quite certain he has the
best interest of the HBC in mind.

And I know from conversations
with my husband that

he did his best
to undermine his Lordship.

Then, you will not be entirely devastated
to learn that your husband is dead.

How did it happen?

He was last seen
with the half-breed.

Apparently, he detained
Declan Harp, then let him go.

Upon which, Harp promptly
betrayed and murdered him.

You see the havoc wreaked
by this savage?

What's to happen
to Fort James in his absence?

I have sent a man who will
reintroduce discipline,

until a new governor
can be appointed.

I know every trader and trapper
that frequents Fort James.

I know every aspect
of administration of the Fort,

and I know everything
that happens.

It is my sincere belief that in
the best interest of the Company,

I should continue my duties...

as Governor.

You wish to govern Fort James
alone?

My dear,

I'm sure his Lordship
appreciates your candour,

but I'm afraid
that is simply not possible.

No one's as capable
of doing that job as I.

No one.

Very well.

If you can find a husband to
join you as Governor,

you will have my full support
to continue as Governess.

I don't need a man
to hide behind.

She brought a letter
for your Lordship.

I want all your men assembled,
and ready at once.

Sir,

Harp has threatened
to assault this castle...

This is Declan Harp,
and he's capable of anything.

Assemble your men!

- Yes, sir.
- Keep the Governess and Chaulk out of harm's way,

till we can deal
with Declan Harp.

And Captain...

keep her safe.
- Yes, sir.

I sincerely hope Harp is dumb enough
to come and try and get you here.

I hope you're stupid enough
to try and stop him.

Ms. Chaulk...

What have you done?

What are you gonna do to
Miss Emberly?

I'd have thought you'd be
more concerned for yourself.

You've got into depths
way above your head.

What are you
gonna do to me?

My young lady...

I'm going to show you what happens
when you fail to do exactly as I ask.

I've already
given you everything.

You failed to bring Harp
to the gates.

So now, you will tell me
what Harp has up his sleeve,

so I can put an end to this charade,
once and for all.

There's no plan, Lord Benton.

He means to do what he wrote
in the note.

Look, he's gonna come here,
with the others.

He's gonna take Miss Grace
from you, and...

And?

And he...

And he says
he's gonna kill you, Sir.

Is he, now?

What are you gonna do
to me?

I'm simply going to show you
that I am a man of my word.

You should be proud, Edward.

You've done a superb job of turning
that girl into a fine woman.

She has all the intelligence,

confidence, and competence
that you lack.

I tried hard to warn her
of men like you,

but it seems your kind
are everywhere.

I've spent my life burdened
by resentment of my power.

You have no idea
how hard that is.

It must be a difficult burden.

Being born into wealth.

Having done nothing to earn it.

But I do clean up my own mess,
Eddy.

At least give me credit
for that.

Ah!

We shall return you home,
all of you.

For now, I need you to go to Kamenna of
the Lake Walkers, she will protect you.

We do not want to be punished.

No one will punish you,
you've done no wrong.

I was supposed to return
with a husband.

Will this displease my family?

I'm gonna kill you for what you...

It was O'Reilly, wasn't it?

I saw you with him.

Did you help sell these girls?

No. God no. I had no idea
he was involved in...

Then you're a fool.

I needed his men,
that's why I have an alliance with him.

If I knew, I never would've
joined with him.

You want men to join you,
but do not care what kind of men they are?

What would Harp say of this?

What can I do?
Just tell me what to do.

You've done enough.

Where are you going?

To bring these girls
to safety.

Then to Fort James.

I think it's time for me to turn
in for the evening, Mr. O'Reilly.

I need my beauty sleep.

Tomorrow, we'll try again
to flush Michael out.

Strange, though, isn't it?

He seems the definition
of reliable.

He seems to be, but yet...

- You know who I want.
- Is it me?

Oh, very funny. O'Reilly.

I don't have my prisoner back.

Uh, no. Not yet.
We're working on it.

Oh, yeah. It looks like it.

I'll have to figure it out
for me-self.

You want something done right...

Oi! Shut up and listen!

As ranking officer,
I am taking charge of Fort James officially.

No business of the Fort or the Company
shall be conducted without my authority.

I don't want any
parades or celebrations from you lot.

If you wanna get on my side,
bring me Michael Smyth and Malcolm Brown.

Jesus Christ,
he's making it easy for us.

And Michael is shagging
everything up!

Michael knows something
that we don't.

Sweet dreams.

- Alright.
- Yeah, light it up.

Let's go, let's go.

Get up!

Alright, Harp. You better do whatever
the fuck it is you're planning to do.

This is as close as we get.

Alright.
You get your boys outta here.

We'll get the drinks in.
See ya!

Alright, boys.

Alright. Get to the boys,
get to the ship.

Don't wait up for me.

It's been a hoot, big man.

Hey, Maggie...

Support us and become VIP member
to remove all ads from www.OpenSubtitles.org