All language subtitles for Frontier.2016.S02E04.WEBRip.XviD-FUM

- How do you sleep at night? Eh?

That's a ridiculous price

for a scrap of leather pastry
and a bit of cat meat.

Here, you greedy bastard.

- There he is.

- Harp?

What brings you here?

- I've been scouring Montreal
for you.

- What for?

- I need a quick buyer for
a large number of beaver pelts.

- And you want to do a deal
with the Low River Company?

- I did. Until I heard you
pissed it all away, Malcolm.

- Huh...
Is that what you heard?

- I also heard your brother
married the widow Carruthers.

- Did you hear that
she's a right fucking bitch?

Because that's also true.

- Can you get me
a meeting with her?

- Do you know this woman, Harp?

- Only by reputation.

- I have to warn you
that words with her is like...

putting your face against
a rolling grindstone.

- It's her business, not her
conversation, I'm interested in.

- A finder's fee for setting it
up, and I'll see what I can do.

- Agreed.

- Mr. Brown.

I'm afraid my husband's
not here right now.

- Well, that's okay,
because I'm here to introduce

the head
of the Black Wolf Company:

Declan Harp.

- Mr. Harp...

What can I do for you?

- I'd like to discuss
a business arrangement.

- Shall I arrange a meeting
with my husband?

- I prefer to speak to the
person actually in charge.

- Unfortunately, Mr. Harp,
anyone who deals with Mr. Brown

I'm inclined to consider
untrustworthy.

- Yeah, I respect that.

But what I came to talk about
involves only you and me.

- Now, wait just a fucking
minute here--

- Malcolm. Please leave us.

The infamous Declan Harp.

- I've heard about
Elizabeth Carruthers.

Rumoured to be the brains
behind her husband's company.

- Oh, flattery?
Obviously not used

to dealing with a woman
who actually is intelligent.

I'll hear your offer.

But not here. Over dinner.

See you at my house at six.

- I need a tailor.

- You need a plaid suit,
big man.

- What's all this about?
- We're doing to dinner.

- Here, here, here,

a good suit is a suit
that you can play chess on.

I'm telling ya,
you listen to Daddy.

- There's lots of people,
very little cover.

- There's the root cellar.

Tunnelling won't be so hard,

but we have to get through the
foundation of the storehouse.

That's why we need Jack.

- Right.

- And then,
we can start getting rich.

- And you can start
wearing your top hat.

- Maybe.

- We need to get supplies.

- Let's go to the alehouse
first, see Grace Emberly.

She can help us with the tools
we'll need to start digging.

- Was that rough for you?

- I earned my shillings.

You gonna pay up?

- Why can't I have that little
blondie who tends the ale?

- Was I not good enough?

- I want her as well.

- She's a delicate flower,
she can't handle such things.

If it's variety you're after,

Mr. Carter will be sending
some new girls soon.

Have patience.

- Has that prick Carter
brought more women yet?

- He hasn't.

When Emberly returns
from Montreal,

she'll put a stop to all this.

- We need to see Emberly.

- Oh, she's off to Montreal,
to save Mary's virtue.

- The ale house is temporarily
out of her hands.

Chesterfield's running
a tight ship as Governor.

I don't like your chances
if he finds you in here.

- Why so dour?

Each of you promised

a room of your own
and all the work you can handle.

You've struck gold, my dear.

- Those girls were taken
unwillingly.

I can't stand here
and watch this happen.

- We'll fix it, but we need to
be ready for when Harp arrives.

We'll worry about that, and then
we get those girls out of here.

- Listen to 'em!

They'll kill him.

- Oh, you'd be surprised
what a man can endure

before giving up the ghost.

- He didn't ask to be
on this ship.

I dragged him
from where he slept

and he woke
with no land in sight.

- Ah, press-ganged.

He's not the only unwilling
seaman on board I've spoken to.

- You alright, Mr. Darraugh?

- They're going to hang him
in London.

- They're not going to hang
anyone in London.

Because we are
not going to London.

- You have a way off the ship?

- I believe I can rely
on some of the men.

And I've made
some other friends!

Look.

Now it's up to you,
young Chaulk,

or Darraugh and I
end up like them.

- Well, Mr. Harp,

I'm very glad you can see
through Malcolm's

slanderous remarks
about my business manner.

- Uh... Elizabeth
is a fine businesswoman.

I'm not sure why Malcolm
would have said otherwise.

- Tell me about this offer.

- The Black Wolf Company
has come into

a lot of HBC quality furs.

- HBC quality furs or...

...HBC furs?

- We're looking for buyers.
- Legally gotten gains?

- We're all operating
outside the law,

yourselves included.

- Look where we're sat.
Fucking kids' table.

- Here, how come you're in here
and your brother's out there

when his feet
barely touch the floor?

- That woman,
the dark-skinned one,

is she a servant?

- She's one of them.

Pretty high on herself,
I might add.

- How'd she do that?

- How the fuck should I know?

- And me, an idiot
in all my new garments.

- Oh, as suits go,
it's not so bad...

Stirring something in my loins,
to be frank.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

- Where do you think dead man
Carruthers kept his whisky?

- I'll scout it out.

- I'm here to establish a
business relationship with you.

If we unite, we can weaken
the HBC's stronghold.

- Why me, Mr. Harp?

Have you been to see Mr. Grant
since you arrived in town?

- Lucky for him, I have not.

- Josephette, Douglas,
could you give us a moment?

- And I says this fork

is going right up your arse,
you hairy wee bastard.

- Now, I understood
that Declan Harp

didn't hunt beavers,
he hunted men.

- If my blade finds your throat,

you've done something
to bring it.

- The word is it's avenging
your wife's death

that topples
your rational thinking.

- My family was...

...brutally murdered by a man
that I once saw as a father.

I will avenge them, yes.

But it is not just about them.

It's about all of the families
that live in the shadow
of the HBC.

- You're not what I expected.

- If you give me the opportunity
to show you more,

you won't regret it.

- I don't like trouble.

- Sometimes you gotta take
the rough with the smooth.

But I have not come this far
only to lose sight of my path.

- I'll buy your furs.

There are not many men
that have the courage

to shake my hand as an equal.

I look forward to a long
partnership, Mr. Harp.

- Let's get moving.

: Let's get a closer
look at the root cellar.

That's the back of
the storehouse there.

It's about fifteen feet.
What do you think?

- Yes.

- I'm going to check out inside.
Keep watch.

- I have something I want to do.

- What?

- You go. I'll be back.

- Where are your people?

- I have to go make up the beds.

- Do you know
what you're making the bed for?

- You're going to get me
in trouble.

- Come with me.
- No.

No! Ah!
- Shhh.

- Oy!!
What's all this caterwauling?!

- Get inside, girl.

Go on.

- Let's take the linens
upstairs.

- You do the service
around here.

Mr. Monaghan here is willing
to pay good money

for unmolested flesh.

- That I am.

Have you got, uh...

a yard of cord handy?

- I'll have some sent up.

- Good man.

- No one said anything
about cord or--

- Or nothing.

Now you get that tray of ale
out there to them patrons

or you'll be on your back
yourself.

- Take off your petticoats,
love.

- I have to spread out
new linens.

- I think you mistake me
for a far more fastidious man.

It's been too long since
I've had the old maypole wet.

- They told me I have to--
- No!

I tell you what to do now.

Now, come on.

Come on!
Don't fight me!

Don't fight... Ah!

If you fight me,
I will kill you.

Let's have a look now.

Oh, yes.

Huh.

That's it, isn't it?

Aaah!

You bitch! You crazy bitch!

Will... two cats...

be the end of Monaghan?

Not bloody--

- At least someone
in this bleak shithole

is feeling a bit of joy.

- Look, we're at a loss
without Emberly, I know,

but is Quartermaster Carter
really the one to put in charge?

- And why not?
- He's purchased Native girls,

and there's concern
being expressed.

You rely on their community
for trade;

this will be bad for business.

- It's not a situation that
needs to get
any more volatile...

- I can find you

willing women who crave
independence from marriage.

Ones with skills...

that'll make men weep.

- You've got a clear head
for this stuff.

More than Grace Emberly
ever did.

- You're a man at heart,
Grace Emberly.

You hire sensational tracker
Jean-Marc Rivard

to take you to Montreal

so you can return with your
father and take what's yours.

Me, I cannot wait
to put a face to this man:

the father who raised
such a woman.

- He's dead.

He sent for me two years ago,

asking me to visit him
on his death bed.

When I didn't arrive, he sent
a letter with an address

where I could pick up
his things.

- Why are you telling me
this now?

- Because you're going
to help me prove to Chesterfield

that he's alive and well.

Rivard...

...if my father were dead,
I'll lose the ale.

So he's not.

Understand?

- Do we, uh...

have to be out in public
like this?

- All Michael's digging
won't mean a damn.

We need gunpowder, Charlie.
- This is not Virginia, Charlie.

- Ah, white folks
are white folks.

No offense.

- None taken. I'm Scottish.
Listen, come here, listen.

Anyone looks at you sideways,
you just say that
you're a Black Loyalist

granted freedom
for service to the Crown.

Voilà!

- Hey!
- Oh!

- Fuck!

- Please leave.

Come on!

- Yeah.

- Come on!

Alright, boys,
if we make it to the river,
we're going to be good.

- We still haven't got
the gunpowder.

- I'll go back to the market.
- You?

Fuck off!

You're wanted, and you've only
got one good eye.

- Well, then, who's gonna do it?
- I'll go.

I'm supposed to be
a Black Loyalist, remember?

Good as royalty.

- Good luck.

- Charlie.

Keep your wits.

- No need for that, sir.

I'm a... Black Loyalist.

I fought for the Crown
in the American War.

- Oh, I fought in that war
myself.

Not for the Crown.

Gentlemen.

- Come help me with the sheets.

- They'll kill us for this.

- He was a bad man.
- It won't matter.

: If the gentlemen's
done, he goes.

: Your face!

Sit.

- Thank you.

- What are you doing in there?

- Just helping her
get cleaned up.

- Oh, so she was a virgin.

I suppose there was
a bit of blood spilled.

- You could say that.

- Tea, sir?
- Ah.

Nothing in the world
like a good, strong cup of tea.

What have you put in this?

- The tea is fresh
from the tin, sir.

- From which barrel
did you draw the water?

Show me!

Remove the top.

There's something in there.

How did this happen?!

- Ah, they must've chewed
through the bottom
of the barrel, Captain.

- The bottom?

The bottom of a barrel of water?

Think, boy.

I'll have the men throw
the barrels overboard.

We'll collect rainwater.

- Rain enough for forty men
to cross the Atlantic, sir?

- You'd be the first captain
to pray for nasty weather.

We sighted land yesterday.
It's not too late to put ashore.

- Tack sail and full about!

We're turning round!

- Well done, Chaulk.

We may yet see our freedom.

You know, a lad such as you may
enjoy life in the New World,

where you can really be
yourself.

- As long as Darraugh comes,
too.

- Yes, of course.

Now, Mr. Chaulk,
we shall need supplies:

food, blankets...

...weapons.

- Can I help you?

- My name is Grace Emberly.

I'm the daughter
of Major Edward Emberly.

- I'm sorry,
he's not with us any longer.

- I received word I could
retrieve his personal effects

from this address.

- He left us with
an unpaid bill, sadly.

- I don't mind paying his bill,

if you would be so kind
as to bring me his things.

- You didn't tell me
he was a major.

- He fought the French.

- Too bad for us.

- This is my father's seal.
It will authenticate the letter.

Sir?

- But Miss Emberly,

his medals and citations,
they are worth something.

- Not to me.

- Drink?

- Where's Charlie?

I'd have been faster if I was
using my cock for a second leg.

: Mr. Harp?

Are we playing hide-and-seek?

I'd like you to come out
quietly,

or your negro goes back
to his owners.

- Harp, let's just bolt.

- I'm not leaving him.
Just stay out of sight.

- Whoa, whoa, what you doing?

- Something stupid.

Keep you out of it.
Just use your head.

- Use my...

Have you fucking met me?

- Found you.

- Charlie.

- Not so free after all.

- Set him free.

Only a fool would come here
with a bounty on his head.

- Only a fool would come
to collect it.

- Hmm.

I like you a lot, Mr. Harp.

Shall we?

- Down the stairs,
straight out the back.

- We have to walk past them?!
- An armload of linens,

and those drunken idiots
won't notice a thing.

We're clear.

Are you ready?
- Yes.

- There you are.

What are you doing?

- Waiting for you.

- The cellar will be perfect.

- Good.

Harp will be pleased.

Did you do this?

- Can you help me?

- Easy, boys.

Hey, hey.
- Declan Harp!

You are hereby charged
with the crimes of murder,

thievery
and sedition against the Crown.

As the details
of this document states,

a reward of 200 pounds
has been offered by the Crown

on behalf of King George III

and all his loyal subjects...

- Nice coat.

Seems every time we meet,

you're on your way
to the gallows.

- One of these times,
I won't be.

- I'd love to watch,

but sadly,

you're to sit trial
in Fort James.

Yes.

It's very specific.

I've asked for my man Pond
to escort you.

He's very dependable.

Does as he's asked.

In fact...

...if you would tell me

what you're planning
with Elizabeth Carruthers,

I may tell him to loose
your binds along the way.

And then, you may slip free
of the hangman once again.

- I just came to sell her furs.

- How does a man on the run

trap enough furs to satisfy
that woman's needs?

- I'm like the Pied Piper.

I make the beavers come to me.

- Whatever you promised her,
you give to me.

And you go free.

- You're blocking my view.

- Then I leave you to the law.

- "I was granted exclusive
licence for this tavern

for my war heroism

when you, Chesterfield, were
still suckling your mother's--"

- No, no, that's not how a woman
should speak.

- Rivard, I'm writing
as my father.

- Ah.

- "If you do not return
the ale house

to my daughter's care
immediately,

I will take the matter
up in London

and see to it that you are..."

Disemboweled?
- Well, that's too much.

- Barely.

- Hung?

- "... tried for theft,

fraud and...

according to reports that have
reached Montreal recently,

treason shall be added
to the list of your crimes."

- Oh, dear, is that wise?

Why didn't you take
your father's things

to remember him by?

- I have a lot to thank
my father for.

He made me the woman
I am today.

He didn't achieve that by doing
anything I'd like to remember.

- I'll go to the market.

We need supplies
for the journey back.

- Come here, you!

You betrayed us,
you big bastard.

- You speak as though
I had a choice.

- Declan Harp set you free.

- Harp indeed set into motion
events which have led us here,

and were I able to make things
different, I would.

- Fucking tragic.

That really was a fine coat.

- I think it's time
we got you dressed.

- It's about time they strung up
that maniac, don't you think?

Nice coat.

: Alright! Alright,
alright, enough!

You've had your fun.

- How much for this one?

- Now, this man is wanted
in Fort James.

The Court will pay for any
man that volunteers to take him.

- Hear that, boys? Any takers?

- Me!

I will take him to his fate.

- You propose to take this man
to Fort James?

- I take good care.

- But you are just one man.

- He's not a man.

He's a dog.

Fucking dog.

- Ah, merde.

You must be joking.

- A thief-taker. Very handy...

- I'll do the honours.

: Get ready to run.

- That's your plan?

- Run fast.

- Miss Emberly!

- Do you solemnly swear

to deliver the criminal
Declan Harp to Fort James?

- Most of him.

- Stop!
- Grace.

- Declan.

There's no bounty.
Not anymore!

I have the paper to prove it!

- "I, Governor Chesterfield
of Fort James,

do hereby dismiss all charges

and rescind the price offered
for Declan Harp forthwith."

This is the Governor's seal.

The bounty is rescinded.

Unbind him.

- Let's get out of here.

- Yes?

- I'm wondering what your plans
are for me.

- What is your impression
of Declan Harp?

- Harp is the reason
I'm not with Michael Smyth.

- So you owe him for that,
I suppose.

I've heard they have a fortune
in furs.

I don't suppose your friend
Michael

has become an expert
fur trapper, has he?

- Michael is an expert thief.

If he's involved,
I'd guess the furs are stolen.

- That is interesting.

Beautiful and useful.

That is why I want you
to stay here with us.

- And never go back to London?

- They say one cannot go home.

It's an old expression.

When I was very young...

...in Kentucky...

...which is where I grew up...

...my father died.

My mother, she raised us alone.

She was full of anxieties
and paranoias.

And there was no one left to
raise my infant brother but me.

And then one morning -
I was six...

...I was unable
to keep him quiet.

So my mother dashed
his brains out with a rock,

and they strung her up
on the gibbet.

So when I go home to Kentucky,

do you think they see
the man I am today?

But Montreal suits me.

And it suits you, too.

- I thought
I wouldn't see you again.

- I never thought that.

- Didn't think
to stop by Fort James?

Put an end to my fretting?

- I was a wanted man, Gracie.

- Well, you're not anymore.

- No, I am not.

What are you doing in Montreal?

- Trying to keep a hand
on my ale house.

Governor Chesterfield
is making it difficult.

- Yet he lifted the bounty.

- Aye.

- How did you do that?

- Who says I did?

- Who else would care to?

- He said he'd rescind
the order for your arrest

if I married him.

- You married Chesterfield...
for me?

- The woods were mobilized
with every killer

from Virginia to Fort Labrador,
all feverish for your head.

- You can't take on my life
like that.

- I couldn't let you die.

For God's sake, man,

you could say thank you.
You'd be dead otherwise.

- I'd rather be dead than have
you take on my life like this.

- I'll not stay married to him
for long. I'll figure it out.

Look, Declan,
it was my decision.

It was the only way
to keep you safe.

- I'm not safe.

I'm not a safe place for you.

- If you keep telling me that,
I'm going to have
to believe you.

Goodbye, Declan.

- I think you're right
about the women.

No one's died
since I took over as Governor.

- That's 'cause you're a really
good governor.

- Yeah, I run a tight ship.
- Yeah, really tight.

- A governor doesn't need
trouble with unwilling girls...

when there are beautiful,
willing women.

- Very willing, Governor.

- What did you call me?

- Governor.

- Say it again.

- Governor.

Governor...
- Yeah...

- Governor, Governor!

- You run the girls.
Don't mess it up.

- I won't. Thank you, sir.

- Not to offend,
but you lag behind.

Fort James's governor can't be
seen with a whore on his arm.

- You need to come with me.
- Let go...

- If they discover you had
anything to do with this,

they will kill you.

She needs to be returned
to her people.

- Sokanon, we can't leave.
I promise I'll help you,

both of you,
after we're done in Fort James.

- I'm not going.
Mary, tell her. I'm not going.

- You're not safe with me.

Sokanon will protect you.

Go with her.

Please.

- What about Harp?

- Tell him why I've gone.

I hope you understand.