♪♪♪
(Seagulls cry)
♪♪♪
(Footsteps crunch)
- Show me.
(Seagulls cry)
♪♪♪
Deckhand: Come on! Come on! Deckhand 2: Mast deployed!
(Deckhands shout)
- (Sighs)
(Box lid squeaks)
(Gun clanks)
(Deckhands shout)
♪♪♪
- It's very wise of you, sir, sending an emissary.
The Lake Walkers will come around. I'm optimistic.
- Optimistic?
- Yes, sir. We'll get things back on track.
- And what of the Scots, the French, Harp's lot?!
Still poaching our trade!
If we had the vaguest notion where their camps are
we could march on them, start weeding them out.
(Knock at the door)
Soldier: Ahem. Sir, we have spotted a sail on the horizon,
a Company ship approaching.
- A Company ship? You're sure?
Soldier: Yes, sir.
Looks like a Navy frigate.
(Receding footsteps)
- Why would the Company send a ship this late in the season?
♪♪♪
(Native singing)
♪♪♪
(Native singing)
♪♪♪
(Birds chirp, fire crackles)
- Go to the camp, gather our men.
We'll meet you in the town.
- Why are we going to Fort James?
Why do we not return to the Lake Walkers and fix this?
- Because Machk is a fanatic and will never be our ally.
Dimanche: I disagree.
He sees you as a European, as a threat, Harp.
I should go talk to him. I can gain his trust.
Sokanon: Dimanche, Machk would kill you.
- Things have changed. We have lost our army
so we deal with Benton ourselves.
- So that's why we're going to Fort James?
- Benton's surrounded by soldiers.
- Then we will kill his soldiers and then we will kill him.
- You're serious?
He has eighty armed men.
There are only four of us.
Even with our entire company--
- Go get our men and meet me in Fort James.
- In spring, more ships will arrive full of redcoats.
This is a battle that can't be won.
Michael: Not necessarily.
A strike at the heart of the Company would send a message
that we are a serious threat, that the Company's vulnerable.
- When did this boy become one of us?
We don't know him.
He could slit our throats in our sleep.
- You going to slit our throats, Michael?
- Well, you never know.
- This obsession you have with Benton,
it got Samoset killed.
It will get us killed!
- (Violent head butt) - Harp!
- I'm done!
I'm taking the men with me!
♪♪♪
(Birds chirp)
(Knocking at door) Douglas: Mr. Grant?
(Door opens)
- Mr. Grant is indisposed.
- I'll wait.
(Petulant sigh) - You speak to me.
- Why would I speak to you about my business?
I had the police around.
They were asking about Carruthers, how he died.
I told them it was self-defense.
- It was self-defense.
- You killed the man in cold blood.
- Well, he drew on me first.
- Is Grant plannin' to murder all of the competition?
This is no way to do business.
- Hmm.
We have news from up North regarding your brothers.
(Glass clinks, liquor pours)
- What about them? Pond: Hmm...
Brother Cedric...
Well, he's dead,
the result apparently of a drunken brawl in Fort James.
- Who told you this?
- Some foul little voyageur
recently returned from the frontier.
- I donna believe it. - Oh, there's more.
Brother Malcolm has gone to war.
Instead of wooing the Lake Walker tribe,
he's fighting them.
- Lies. Malcolm would never jeopardize our business.
- I hope that's true,
for your sake,
because if that is true
and he is failing to secure the Lake Walker trade...
Well, my friend,
there's a very serious problem for you,
and you saw firsthand
how I deal with our problems.
Oh, there's a woman um...
Mr. Grant would like you to speak to Carruthers' widow.
Yeah, his operation is small, but it's very lucrative.
Mr. Grant would like to make her an offer.
- First he kills the man,
then he takes his company.
- Well, it's just good business.
(Door creaks shut)
♪♪♪
Chesterfield: It's a relief, isn't it?
That moment you set foot again on solid ground.
- You're Captain Chesterfield, I suppose?
- I am. And you are?
- Captain Benedict Johnson.
I was expecting to be met at the jetty by Lord Benton.
- We weren't lookin' for a ship, not this late in the season.
You're lucky you beat the ice.
- Nor was I looking to make the voyage,
however circumstances have forced my urgent deployment
to this miserable place.
- Circumstances?
- I must speak with Lord Benton straightaway.
- Regardin' what, exactly?
- I have orders from London, the Head Office,
to be discussed with Lord Benton,
not his subordinate.
- Well, you'll see him tonight at dinner.
In the meantime,
his subordinate will buy you a fucking drink.
- The town is-- - This way.
- I assume there's a place of worship here in Fort James?
- Aye, the ale house.
We're headed right for it.
♪♪♪
(Townspeople chatter)
(Marching stomps)
(Patrons chatter in French)
- Sit there, table by the fire.
(Door links shut)
(Liquor pours, bottle thuds)
- From the frigate? - His name's Johnson.
Came out of fuckin' nowhere with a stick up his ass.
Asked me where the church was.
- Jesus Christ.
Why is a senior officer suddenly showing up
in Fort James unannounced?
- Ah, don't worry. I can handle this prick.
(Cup thuds)
Go on, by the fire.
I'll be right there.
(Liquor pours)
- Well, the prick is leaving.
(Door opens)
- Ah, where is he goin'? Fuck me!
(Big slurp) (Cup bangs down)
(Receding footsteps)
(Fire crackles)
(Wolf howls in distance)
(Fire crackles)
(Water laps gently)
(Wolf howls in distance)
♪♪♪
(Firm tap)
- Hm.
- Can I trust you?
(Fire crackles)
♪♪♪
- Of course you can trust me.
- It's gonna be dangerous in Fort James.
- I know.
- And your girl, Clenna?
When the spring comes and a ship departs for England,
will you be on it?
(Fire crackles)
♪♪♪
You have a decision to make.
(Fire crackles)
♪♪♪
(Fire crackles)
Benton: It's a shame you won't be able to stay long,
(Cutlery clinks)
if you're going to make it back to England
before the ice comes.
Chesterfield: A fortnight, I imagine.
- I should think it was hardly worth your while
coming all this way.
- Game, is it?
- Caribou.
It's rather tough, but quite delicious,
don't you think?
(Hard gulp)
(Cutlery clanks down)
- Lord Fisher sends his regards,
although I think he was rather surprised
at your hasty departure from London,
and without proper authorization.
- Nonsense.
Fisher had full knowledge of my plans.
- It seems you are misinformed, Captain.
- In any case,
Lord Fisher is anxious to hear of your progress.
He has asked for a full report.
- Has he indeed?
- Mmm. What strides have you made in your dealings
with the Montreal upstarts, with Declan Harp,
the inland wars, the Natives?
Have you, for example, increased profits
via an expansion of trade?
- You may count yourself lucky, Johnson.
You will be able to paint an entirely rosy picture
on your return.
- This man literally saved the Company!
Lord Fisher should throw him a fucking parade!
- I admit I was rather taken aback at the state of the town.
I do hope you are providing a proper Christian example
in this New World?
The ale house, for instance,
rather disturbing.
Benton: But crucial for morale.
It's a common error.
You have just arrived in the New World, Captain.
You'll learn.
- (Sniffs, clears his throat)
You've been very kind, but I must see to my men.
Uh, I'll bring the girl ashore in the morning.
- Oh yes?
- Clenna Dolan.
You sent word about her?
- Yes, of course.
- Thank you for dinner.
- I'll keep my eye on that one.
- Do not provoke him or his men,
and I want the girl here in the residence.
Have her brought over.
- Tonight? - No.
Bring her through the town.
Make sure she's well observed.
Word of her presence will soon travel.
Let's see if the sugar attracts any wasps.
♪♪♪
- What we need is information:
how many redcoats, where they're stationed.
- The garrison then, by the Governor's house.
- We'll get a head count, their routine,
when they're most likely to be surprised.
- How exactly are we going to kill them?
We are only three. - Gunpowder.
- Gunpowder? How much?
Harp: Ten barrels.
- Where will we get it? - Leave that to me.
We'll meet at the ale house, back entrance.
Make sure you're not seen. The redcoats know your faces.
If they see you they will shoot.
Garrison's that way. Good luck.
- (Sighs) Let's go.
Johnson: I require lodging for my men.
They'll not be on that ship another night.
- I've found you something at the edge of town.
It's a former stable. It's not the cleanest.
Could be a little drafty in this weather,
but you'll make it work. - Not acceptable.
You will find room here with your men.
- (Chuckles)
We may be of equal rank, Johnson,
but I am in command here
and you report to me,
and you'll be garrisoned
wherever the fuck I say you'll be garrisoned.
- You will also give me access to Company ledgers
and a key to the Company storehouse,
as Lord Fisher has requested.
That means now, Captain.
♪♪♪
- Hmm.
(Receding footsteps)
Coffin: All of my efforts,
my struggles...
pursued by bloodthirsty Frenchmen,
captured and tortured
by Declan Harp, what a bast--
They have been a test, do you see?
God... has been leading me to a kind of epiph...
epiph... epiphany of sorts.
- Which is what, Father?
- Oh, you sweet flower.
What is wine if not joy?
And what is joy if not God?
Ergo - that's Latin - therefore...
wine is surely God!
(Laughs kiddily)
This is my church!
This ale house, here I stand.
I can do no more.
And these miserable sinners...
are my congregation.
(Door opens)
(Door bangs shut)
- In the back.
(Hurried footsteps thud)
- I need the Company ledger. Where is it?
- What's happened? - Did you fix it?
Show me what you did.
- This column records the incoming pelts.
I made changes here, here.
Nothing that would draw attention.
- Johnson's doin' an inventory.
He's in the Company storehouse right now counting pelts.
- Why?
- Orders from London he says.
- Lord Benton is out of favor.
Oh, why else would the Company send someone?
They're lookin' for an excuse to sack Benton.
Look, this could be a disaster.
You have to be the next Governor here, not this Johnson!
- Oh, trust me, that arrogant fuck
isn't sackin' anyone!
Captain Johnson will sail
before the Bay freezes over,
and if he doesn't I'll cut his fuckin' throat.
(Chopping sounds from next room)
♪♪♪
- I've got a job for you.
This new man, Johnson,
you're gonna pay him a visit.
- Ma'am, when I first came here you said
this wasn't a whorehouse. - And it's not.
You don't sleep with anyone if you don't want to,
but he doesn't need to know that.
I need you to lure him back here.
- Why?
- Captain Johnson is a religious man.
I'm gonna use that against him.
(Footsteps thud)
(Muffled scream) - Shh, shh, shh.
Don't scream. Don't scream.
- (Gasps)
- You tryin' to scare me to death?
- We need to talk.
Chesterfield: "A full inventory"
his very words, by the order of Lord Fisher!
He's in the storehouse right now countin' pelts!
(Ledger bangs down)
He wants to see the ledgers.
- (Sighs)
(Ledgers bang down)
Send them over.
We shall allow this Captain Johnson
to play his game for now.
(Sucks his teeth)
And the girl? Young Clenna?
- She's on her way, sir, as we speak.
♪♪♪
Sokanon: Middle of the night,
we come out of the forest and we work quietly.
Three, maybe four barrels of gunpowder.
That should be enough.
We place them at the back behind the tents,
there out of sight.
- Can I ask you somethin'?
Do you think we're mad taking on Lord Benton and the HBC?
- Scared? - No.
Sort of, ya.
- You should be.
You're terrible at fighting.
You'll be the first to die.
- (Small snicker)
Then I guess you'll have to train me, won't ya?
- Mmm, take too much time.
- You know, you've a really dark fuckin' sense of humor
and I can't decide if I hate it or if like it.
Soldier: This way, love, come on.
- Christ Almighty!
I can't believe it. They brought her over!
- Who?
- Clenna!
I have to go.
- Michael!
(Approaching footsteps)
(Knock at the door)
- (Fearful gasp)
- Oh, my dear, there's no reason to be afraid.
Oh, have you been mistreated on the voyage?
Oh, you poor, dear girl.
Well, see here,
look what I've brought you.
Go on.
Plenty more downstairs in the kitchen.
You must help yourself.
It gets cold in this room at night,
but you have plenty of furs to keep you warm,
and we shall find you a bath and some clean clothes, yes.
- And in return?
I know about men like you,
you take what you want from girls like me.
- Good heavens, no!
Well, I simply enjoy the company of women.
If they are young and lovely
then so much the better.
So, you will dine with me tonight
and nothing more.
You are my guest and under my protection.
With any luck you may even see your young man again.
- Michael?
Is he, is he here?!
- I'm afraid not, my dear.
He's been captured by a savage, Declan Harp.
He's in terrible danger.
I fear for his life.
But if he learns you've arrived in the New World,
you may just be the key to his salvation.
Hmm. See you at dinner.
(Receding footsteps)
♪♪♪
(Branches rustle)
♪♪♪
(Dog barks, soldiers chatter, cart clatters)
(Dog barks, fires crackle)
(Door opens) - Captain Johnson?
I saw you earlier at the ale house.
May I come in? I brought you some supper.
(Door shuts)
- I heard you were a religious man.
I admire that.
I didn't bring you wine or ale, just water.
I think you'll find it quite refreshing.
- Very kind. Thank you.
(Grunts with effort)
- Good heavens, have you been lifting all those bales?
You must be in excellent health.
You certainly look to be.
- I... yes.
- In my previous life back in London
I knew lots of soldiers,
but I never met one quite as endowed
with your immense gifts.
I'll do anything you want, Captain,
anything you can imagine...
- That's enough!
I am a man of God,
and an officer in the British Army!
Please. Go. Now!
(Receding footsteps)
(Door shuts)
(Sighs)
Emberly: His name's Johnson.
He arrived with a company of soldiers,
unexpectedly as far as I can tell.
- So altogether...
- In the garrison?
Well, over a hundred men.
- I need gunpowder.
Ten barrels, maybe more.
- Why?
- I was gonna throw you a party
but now you've ruined it.
Gracie, I need this.
- Harp, I run an ale house.
What the hell do I know about gunpowder?
- Every thief and black marketeer comes to Fort James
to drink and boast... here. (Hatchet thuds on table)
I need a name.
- Ten barrels of gunpowder?
- Maybe more. (Hatchet thuds down)
- What are you thinkin'?
Are you gonna attack the garrison?
- I'm not going to tell you
'cause I don't want to put you in danger.
- Fine! Then I'm not gonna help you.
And there's the door!
Declan, how long have you known me?!
- (Sighs heavily) - Seven years? Eight?
When your wife and son were...
You spent weeks upstairs in that room.
You wouldn't eat.
I fed you brandy.
Declan...
it's time you started to trust me.
Every minute of every day
you dream about killing Lord Benton.
You lie awake at night thinkin' how you might do it.
First you'd slit him open,
down the front,
while he's still alive, still breathin'.
Then you'd gut him,
his lungs would still be inflating,
his heart still beating.
He'd be screaming for mercy.
Am I close?
- Yes.
- And you think that'll make you feel better?
That it'll bring you peace?
- It will bring me peace.
♪♪♪
(Knock at the door)
Mary: Excuse me, ma'am.
- What is it?
- There's somebody at the back door asking for Mr. Harp.
(Weapons clank)
(Footsteps thud)
Michael: She's at the back of the house.
There's a window. We could get her out,
just the three of us, quick and easy!
- You're sure it was Clenna? - Yes, I'm sure.
- We saw her. - She's not safe there!
I betrayed Lord Benton for you. He'll punish her for that!
We have to get her out! - And what happens then?
An Irish city girl with us in the wild?
She wouldn't last a day.
- I did!
I'm askin'.
Do it for me.
- (Sighs)
Not tonight.
Both of you go back to the garrison,
you keep watch.
- Harp, I know-- - Michael...
you said I could trust you.
(Receding footsteps, door opens)
He's gonna go after her. (Door closes)
- Let him.
He'll come back to us.
Michael Smyth would die for you!
(Receding footsteps, door opens and closes)
- I'll make it happen, the gunpowder.
Just get me the silver.
- Thank you.
- There's one condition:
you tell me the truth.
Whatever you're plannin', I want to know about it.
(Fire crackles)
(Brush rustles)
♪♪♪
(Fire crackles)
(Door opens and closes)
Soldier: You see that girl up there?
Soldier 2: Yeah, she ain't half bad.
♪♪♪
(Door squeaks open)
♪♪♪
(Floorboards creak)
(Door opens)
(Door clicks closed)
(Happy sigh)
(Rustling sound)
- Shh shh! - Michael, is that you?!
- Shh!
Are you all right? Are you all right?
(Hard slap)
(Emotional gasps)
I saw you on the road.
I couldn't believe me eyes.
I thought you were still in London.
I thought of you every day, Clenna, every minute.
I dreamed of you, I dreamed of you.
- Me too, I-I... I thought I'd never see you again.
♪♪♪
(Passionate kisses, heavy breathing)
- We can't stay here. We have to go.
- Well, did anyone see you come in?!
- No. - Then what's the rush?
They're all sleeping. Nobody knows you're here.
(Passionate kiss)
Where have you been sleepin'?
You stink like sweat and smoke
and God knows what.
(Stumbling footsteps)
Take off your clothes!
♪♪♪
(Water pours)
Like I said.
Filthy.
(Tender kiss)
♪♪♪
(Animals bay)
- He's actually been brilliant.
He's given me all this,
whatever I want, he says.
At dinner he was a total gentleman.
I keep waitin' for him to turn up in his nightshirt,
but it hasn't happened yet.
- I promise you, Clenna, you can't trust him.
What did he tell ya? (Belt clinks)
- That you'd been captured by Harp.
That he's a terrible savage,
and that you'd been seduced by the devil.
- We're not safe here.
You need to get dressed and we have to go!
- Go where exactly? Out there?
- Lord Benton's been lying to you.
I'll explain it all later.
- Michael, I'm not going out there.
There's wolves out there.
- What?
- Wolves.
Lord Benton told me about them. I heard them howling.
(Sharp click)
- You're asleep! You're asleep!
Not a sound. (Door opens)
♪♪♪
(Receding footsteps, door shuts)
- Tomorrow, meet me in the forest!
Take the path behind the house.
- Michael, wait!
- If Benton finds me here he'll kill me,
and God knows what would happen to you.
Meet me in the forest.
(Passionate kiss)
(Window clatters)
(Clattering bangs) (Grunts)
- Don't break your legs.
- (Breathing hard)
You're really quite lovely.
(Hard thump)
♪♪♪
(Running footsteps)
♪♪♪
- Hello, Michael Smyth.
♪♪♪
(Voices quietly murmur)
(Approaching footsteps)
- Madame Carruthers,
I'm sorry for your loss.
- Mr. Brown.
You've come to pay your respects, to pray?
- Your husband was a good man.
I-I was there when it happened, you know.
I have a message from Samuel Grant.
He wishes to speak with you about your husband's business.
- Was it not Grant's man that pulled the trigger?
- Aye, it was.
He feels badly.
His only wish is to meet with you, that's all.
(Pensive sigh)
- Truthfully, Mr. Brown,
I didn't care much for my husband.
He was a wretched man.
It's a relief he's gone.
Now I can run the business properly.
You tell your Mr. Grant that if he wants my company
he'll have to murder me too.
- Elizabeth.
- What's he got over you, Mr. Brown?
It must be substantial
for you to come to the funeral and prey on the widow.
(Receding footsteps)
(Dogs bark, townspeople chatter)
Imogen: I need your help with Captain Johnson.
I tried to tempt him but he wouldn't bite.
I thought maybe if there were two of us.
- Is that what you thought?
- I know you don't like me, Mary,
but I'm not goin' anywhere.
We might as well work together.
(Patrons chatter)
Okay. Never mind.
- It's better if I go alone.
You played the whore and it didn't work, so...
Let's try the virgin.
(Cart clatters, townspeople chatter)
(Door opens)
- Captain Johnson?
- You are? - Mary, sir.
I brought you some meat pie and cider.
(Door bangs shut)
- I hope you weren't offended... by the other girl, I mean.
She can be very forward.
It's hardly appropriate,
especially for a Christian man like yourself.
- That's quite all right.
Mary: She won't stop talking about you,
how handsome you are.
She's quite indecent.
I'll be back for the plates after my prayers,
or, if you like,
bring them yourself to the ale house.
Miss Emberly is very particular.
- What was your name again?
- Mary, sir.
(Clears his throat)
(Coin clinks)
Mary,
let's not interrupt your prayers.
I'll see you later then,
at the ale house.
- That'd be wonderful.
(Coins clink)
God bless you.
- And God bless you.
Rivard: The letter is for Mister Grant.
As you can see, the seal is unbroken.
Ah, ah, no, no! It's, it's not for you.
It's for Mr. Grant.
- Shh, I'm reading.
- Mister Grant was uh, no doubt,
expecting me to arrive with Declan Harp.
It's a troubling story.
I go back to the North. Where is he? Nowhere!
I'm not happy about him.
- Grace Emberly?
- Oh, oui, monsieur.
She operates the ale house.
A beautiful woman.
Also a shrewd woman.
Good with business.
Uh, whatever she says there I... I don't know,
she doesn't tell me, but you may believe it.
What is it exactly that she says?
- We have been receiving a lot of news from the North.
Brown Brothers, the Lake Walkers.
It's a very chaotic place it seems.
- Well, you know what they say, monsieur:
In chaos lies opportunity, hmm?
- And I suppose Declan Harp is taking advantage of this chaos.
- Who can say?
Declan Harp is a crazy person.
He comes, he goes.
What he is thinking or doing?
Pfft, who knows?
(Nervous chuckle)
- I'm going to give Mr. Grant this letter
and he's gonna want to compose a reply, I'm sure,
and you can take that back to Miss Emberly?
- Oh, you want me to go to the North?
But I just arrive.
- You'll leave tonight, monsieur.
- I was thinking maybe a soft bed, a good steak?! No?!
(China dish rattles)
- He's coming!
(Knock on the door, door opens)
- Captain. - (Clears his throat)
(Door shuts)
- I'm a...
returning the plate.
- Thank you.
If you don't mind just bringing it right through here.
I'll just be a moment.
(Curtain rustles)
Good work, both of you.
Now get him into a compromising position,
but be careful.
- (Clears throat daintily)
I'll take that.
Kind of you to return it.
(China dish clinks)
Captain Johnson,
I have a confession.
- Uh, um...
Please.
- Since we spoke, before I've been feeling very...
peculiar.
The thoughts in my head are...
sinful.
Extremely sinful and I feel very ashamed.
Do you ever have thoughts like this?
- Um, upon occasion.
The um...
the flesh is... tempting.
- What do you do, Captain,
when the temptation's...
(Breathes shakily) overwhelming...
and it fills you entirely?
(Cloak flutters down)
- We, uh, must pray.
Together.
(Soft kiss)
(Firmer kiss)
- (Breathes passionately)
(Passionate kisses)
(Passionate breathing, lusting gasps)
(Stuttering breaths)
(Belt clatters, passionate breathing)
(Stumbling steps) Coffin: Oh!
- Father!
- My son, what are you...?
Oh. Oh ho ho oh, disgusting!
- Mary, out now!
I don't know where you think you are,
but this is a decent establishment
for good Christian people!
It is not a whorehouse.
- That woman, she seduced me!
- Oh, don't embarrass yourself, Captain,
I know exactly what happened here
and I know exactly who you are.
You're a sinner.
A wretch.
Trust me. You do not want to take me on, sir.
- You'll keep this to yourself?
- I will, for now.
And I will take care of Father Coffin.
You may go.
- (Breathing hard)
Imogen: The priest was a nice touch.
Mary: Yeah, poor Captain Johnson.
He looked quite mortified.
- Go on back to work, both of you.
♪♪♪
(Leaves rustle)
Chesterfield: Rumor has it
the Cree are at odds
with Harp and his men.
Benton: And the emissary we sent with gifts,
Corporal Lockington?
Chesterfield: They dumped him there burnt to death.
Not a pleasant one by the looks of it.
Apparently there's a new chief of the Lake Walkers.
- Indeed.
- And apparently, he doesn't fucking like us.
- (Sighs heavily)
- Well, we'll have to march on them.
In winter. Bloody hell!
(Knock at the door)
Oh, what a vision of loveliness!
- Sorry to interrupt.
- Not at all, my dear.
I trust you slept well?
- You said I could go for a walk? Some air?
- Yes, of course.
We'll get you some furs and someone to escort you.
- I don't need an escort.
I won't be goin' far. I can take care of me self.
Benton: I don't doubt it for a moment,
but do be careful.
There are many dangers in the forest.
It isn't safe.
(Birds caw, river flows)
- (Shivering)
(Soft whistles)
♪♪♪
- (Shivering gasp)
Mary Mother of God,
I have never been so cold in my life!
What, what are you doin'?! - They'll be following you.
Shh! They'll be following you. - Why would they follow me?
- 'Cause you're coming to me and Benton knows that!
- Wait, Michael, stop! - Shh!
- You've got it all wrong. Lord Benton is a good man.
He promised that we could go home to London together,
he talked about a job for you with the Company.
- No Clenna.
- It's everything we talked about.
A better life together, you said so yourself.
- It's all lies. - No, it isn't!
He told me you might say that. Wha... He wants to help us.
- No, you have to trust me, Clenna.
Everything Benton said is a lie. We have to go!
- Stop, stop!
Last time I followed you, Michael,
my brother ended up dead,
and I ended up in prison,
and then on a horrible ship in chains for weeks,
freezing cold and starving
and surrounded by filthy men
with their rotting teeth
and their stinking breath
and all so I could end up here
in this horrible frigid place!
So no, I don't think I will follow you this time!
What happened to you, Michael?
I don't recognize ya.
I want to go home to London.
I'm not goin' any further into this madness!
- No. Clenna.
♪♪♪
(Fire crackles)
- We've already waited too long. Let's go.
He has made his choice, Sokanon.
(Door opens)
(Door shuts)
- I didn't think you'd still be here.
- What happened?
- Benton's been feeding her lies.
I couldn't convince her to leave.
- Are you with us?
- I am.
- Good. It's not safe here.
Let's make camp outside of town. Let's go!
(Door opens)
♪♪♪
- Soldiers coming.
- They followed you! - Come on. This way.
(Door crash open)
Soldier: We need him alive!
- Good luck with that.
(Gun clanks, hard punch) (Soldier grimaces)
Soldier 2: Hold your fire!
Do not shoot!
- (Grunts and bites) Ah!
(Hard kick, grunting shove)
(Loud clatter)
(Hard kick) - Ah!
(Hard thump, slicing blow)
- (Grunts ferociously)
(Hard thump) Soldier 3: (Shouts)
- (Growling grunts) - Ah!
(Stabbing blow) - (Gasps in pain)
(Violent blow) Ah!
- (Grunts)
(Violent bang) (Crunching blows)
Harp: (Grunts) (Stabbing thud) Ah!
(Violent kick) Oh!
(Violent punch)
- Go, Michael!
Go! Run!
- (Struggling grunt) (Slicing blow)
(Violent whack) (Gurgling grunt)
Soldier: Lock the gates quickly!
(Muskets clank)
(Musket clatters)
- Please, Declan!
- By order of Lord Benton, Governor of Fort James,
Declan Harp, you are under arrest.
♪♪♪ p, you are under arrest.