- We need to get a move on.
We need to reach Petrie's Rock before Carruthers' people leave.
- You know someone who can do this faster than me?
- The HBC will have trackers on our tail.
- Where's Sokanon?
I'm not here for Harp, or your money. I came for her.
- She went to free a Cree girl from Fort James.
She said she'd catch up.
We got to get the hell out of here.
(in Anishinaabe): - Come on. Quickly!
(soldiers grunting) - Governor.
We've scoured the woods.
There's no sign of Harp or that Irish prick.
- And the furs? - No sign of them.
Their trail ends at the river. (sighing)
- Send scouts and 20 men overland to cut them off.
Leave the rest here to secure the Fort.
- Yes, sir. - No one leaves.
Search every house, cellar, stable.
Harp cut himself off to save his people.
He's still here.
- Alright, boys. Where's the party?
- Where are the furs? - Up your mother's fanny!
And there was still room for my big boaby.
(grunting)
Decent shot.
(spitting)
(breathing heavily)
- I want a location.
- Do me a favour. - Oh...
- Don't give up your friends too fast.
- Have you been eatin' shite? (man chuckling)
(shouting)
(indistinct orders being shouted)
(theme music)
(birds chirping)
- I want every scrap of bedding washed.
What won't come clean, you can burn.
- I can't get down to the river with the Fort locked down. - Just get those out of here.
I'm so sorry you were forced back into those ways, Imogen.
- I knew what I was doing.
Get a sort of respect, if you know what I mean?
- Don't be naive.
No man respects a whore.
- Depends on what you mean by respect.
(distant gunshot) (screaming)
You're worried about him.
- That man does not need me interfering in his business.
(background chatter)
- Shhh... - Oh!
- Grace.
Are you alright?
- Am I alright?
Have you lost your bloody mind, stealing those furs?
- I'm sorry.
- Sorry?
I suppose you're bleeding somewhere?
- Ah, it's nothing.
- Let's get you off the streets and out of this Fort.
- Hey...
I needed to see you.
(bones cracking) (screaming)
Ah! Ah! Ah! (groaning)
- Now, where are the furs being taken?
- North.
Straight out of Hudson's Bay.
- Governor.
Perfect timing. The prisoner just confessed.
- I heard.
You think they'd take pelts out in open ocean in canoes?
- We've a ship! (laughing hysterically)
- You're out of uniform, Sergeant McTaggart.
(panting)
You think Declan Harp can massacre
good men in your shithole outpost
and I wouldn't inspect your past?
Oh.
You're a deserter and a thief.
- McTaggart, you were a redcoat?
I'm disappointed.
- For fuck... - Would you like to be hung?
- Thanks, I'm plenty hung already. (chuckling)
- We'll see.
(breathing heavily)
(door opening)
- Governor Chesterfield?
- Out with it already!
- We have to talk. It's about your wife.
- Ah!
You bastard!
(panting)
- Oi! - Ah!
- It's clear.
They've blocked the west gates.
Maybe we can sneak you over the wall.
- Unless you've got a 15-foot ladder in here.
- You're not helping.
What happened, Declan?
Benton's gone. I had the bounty lifted.
Why throw that away?
- You know why.
- Then stop being a fucking coward and say it.
So you'd risk dying under their boot,
but you can't even admit why.
You haven't changed.
- You should leave here.
- You came back here to tell me that?
- What I mean is...
I came back...
because what happened in Montreal...
...it ended badly between us.
- How should it have ended?
- Uh, different.
- No, Declan, you do not get to walk away from this.
Declan, look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me.
(man): Search, there, there and here.
Go through each building inch by fucking inch.
- No. - I'm gonna tear him apart.
- Declan, please. There will be a time for that, but not now.
(Chesterfield): Empty every building.
- He knows I'm here.
- Wait, I'll distract him.
- Grace, move. I'm gonna kill him.
- Declan, please, do as I ask.
Stay here and hidden while I distract him.
Please, Declan!
(breathing heavily)
What's going on? - You tell me, Grace!
I know what's happened. - I don't know what you're talking about.
- Imogen told me everything.
- If you and Imogen are so close, why didn't you marry her instead of me?
- I will not accept my wife undermining the operations of this company.
Imogen will take over license of the ale,
and you will learn your place by my side.
- That ale house is not yours to take.
- You forfeited any claim when you aided Declan Harp's gang.
I'm placing you under house arrest until further notice.
- This is ridiculous. - Until death do us part, Grace.
Don't forget this was your idea.
- Fuck!
(clanging)
- Where are you taking me?
- To Kamenna and the Lake Walker Council.
- Who's that?
- She is a leader.
- A queen?
- Like a queen.
- Sokanon.
(in Cree): And what is your name?
- This is Victoria.
I think she is the daughter of a Mushkegowuk woman,
but she was captured by Europeans long ago.
She has been forced to serve white men, to lay with white men.
- What are you saying?
- Don't worry.
- Child.
You've had your tongue stolen from you.
We're gonna work to help you get it back.
(in Cree): - The Europeans are not content with our trade,
now they take our people, our girls.
- What would you have us do?
- Raise a group of fighters.
Set them to free the people, one fort at a time.
- Sokanon,
what you ask
will end in bloodshed.
- There will be bloodshed no matter what we do.
We must act.
- We must discuss this.
- Is this your wife, sir?
- Aye. It's her.
- Are there bears?
- Yes.
- Well, what do we do if we see bears?
(chuckling) - Bears don't bother men.
- Why not? - Because men have guns.
- I don't have a gun. - Oh, my pet.
(speaking French)
If you don't mind,
the lady would like the comfort of your weapon.
Thank you.
Cocked.
Now you have not a worry in the world.
Don't point that at me.
(indistinct chatter)
Is that him? - Yes.
- What are you doing here?
- Michael.
- Michael Smyth.
I don't believe I've had the exquisite pleasure
of being formally introduced to you.
I'm Cobbs Pond.
- Mr. Pond and Mr. Grant have been very kind to me.
You should listen to what he has to say.
- I know who you are, and what you did to Harp.
I'd rather put me boot to your head than listen
to what you have to say. - Don't be such a child.
You shouldn't judge a man by the choices he makes in business,
which incidentally, is why I'm here.
- I'm here to do business with someone else.
- Please.
You trust me.
I trust him.
- Thank you.
Now sadly, Elizabeth Carruthers is dead.
So I am here to save you from having made the trip for nothing.
- How did Elizabeth Carruthers die?
- I don't know.
God just called her home.
Now, Mr. Grant is a businessman.
And as his emissary, I'm here make you a fair offer for your pelts.
(background chatter)
- Josephette, what a pleasant surprise.
- Josephette. I'm...
so sorry for your loss.
I know how close you two were.
- That brutal bloodbath,
what a fucking mess.
It was a shame that she was killed in that way.
What I mean, is... so sorry.
- If you'll excuse us,
we have a meeting with the solicitor, Mr. Pickersgill.
- Mr. Pickersgill has provided me with instruction.
- Right. Sooner we make this official,
the sooner... proper mourning can begin.
When can my brother take over the company?
- Wait. What do you mean, "instruction"?
- Elizabeth was a very thorough planner
and there are specific legal instruments
regarding ownership,
operation and control of her company.
- The fuck does that mean?
- Uh...
legal ownership is transferred to Douglas Brown,
though power of attorney is assigned to Mr. Pickersgill
to act on my accord.
- You? - Take it easy.
- "It is my explicit wish,
my solicitor and executor Mr. Pickersgill
administer all my personal and real assets
for the benefit...
...of Josephette DaCosta."
- Fucking... you?!
- It was her wish.
- So... I own the company,
but you run it through some solicitor whom I've never met?
- Yes. Exactly.
- Would you please... excuse me?
- I suppose congratulations are in order.
(shouting) (exclamations)
- Ah! Ah! (clattering)
(trashing) - Shall we wait to proceed?
- Oh, I think he's going to be a while.
- Sokanon.
(in Cree): - We have conditions.
The first is that there must be no more bloodshed
than is necessary.
And you, Sokanon, must lead the party.
- We have seen firsthand
Sokanon's skill and knowledge.
- We can agree to this.
She will lead.
- We can provide you with men,
but you must provide the necessary resources.
- I understand.
- Where will you go?
- I thought you'd come around.
See reason.
- And then what? Play the company wife?
After the way you've behaved?
- What, Imogen? That meant nothing!
It was blowing off some steam!
- I'm not talking about you and Imogen. I couldn't care less about that.
- I want us to be together, Grace.
As partners, like you said.
You took me in.
You mended my wounds. You told me that...
we could work together, that I should remove Benton,
and gain a partner in you.
Just say it.
Declan Harp's between us.
- He is. - Where the fuck is he, Grace?!
Grace...
- Don't.
- It's a very serious thing...
...to put a blade to my throat. You know that, right?
- You took everything from me.
My business.
My freedom.
- Say it.
Him...
Just do it.
If you really think I deserve to die, fucking kill me.
- I'm leaving Fort James.
And I'm never coming back.
Do not follow me, Jonathan.
- We could have been fearsome together.
- Harp made a deal with Carruthers and Co., not with you.
- Well, Carruthers and Co. is now controlled by Douglas Brown and his pugnacious brother,
Malcolm. - Well, then, with all due respect,
I should be having this conversation with the Brown Brothers.
- The Brown Brothers are incompetent businessmen.
- A deal's a deal. I need to speak with Douglas. - Michael.
You need to see who is going to win Montreal.
Now, Mr. Grant's business is prosperous and growing,
and the Brown Brothers's is in decline.
So, Michael, be pragmatic.
Montreal is the future.
And whoever takes Montreal will take control of the entire fur trade,
and the Hudson Bay Company will continue to falter.
- Let me ask you something. - Please do.
- Why'd you drag her out here with you?
- She's become very precious to me.
We've revealed quite a lot to each other, haven't we?
And you know one thing she did reveal to me was, um,
about all the years you spent in poverty living on the streets of London.
You wouldn't want to go back there again, would you?
(chuckling)
- You know, there's one good thing about living like a thief.
- What's that?
- You learn to tell when a situation is fucked. And I can tell...
...that there's something fucked about this situation.
- Well, Michael, I love getting fucked.
Let's put a little honesty in this conversation, though.
Those pelts that you're trying to sell are stolen.
The HBC has every capable scout on your tail
and you cannot outrun them.
Now, you need a buyer. I miraculously have a chest of silver here.
And though this conversation has been wonderful, I think it's time we bring it to an end.
You make a choice. One way or the other.
- Michael!
What are you doing?
- Elizabeth Carruthers is dead. We need a buyer.
- Where is Harp? - He's not here right now,
I'm here in his stead. - Where is he?
- I don't know.
- Now then,
for the final fucking time...
...where are they taking those furs?
- You're a bit slow on the uptake, you know,
you baldy bastard.
(chuckling)
(grunting)
- McTaggart. You might want to think
about letting him know where we hid those furs.
(panting)
- I'm gonna need a hand.
- How fucking stupid do you think I am?
Get up!
(panting)
Good boy.
(McTaggart chuckling) Jesus Christ!
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Eh?! (grunting)
(barking)
Here, fucking woof! (grunting)
(barking)
(breathing heavily)
(grunting)
(spitting)
You had enough? Eh?
Now, don't you fucking die on me!
- Boom! Oh! Decent shot!
(grunting)
- Let's get you out of there.
- Come on, my baby. - Don't want to forget those.
(panting)
- English bastard! (spitting)
- Girls, they're here for you. Don't forget that.
I've been doing this for years. I know how it works.
Look, you can stand by me. Okay?
Everything's business as usual. Go on.
- So it's true. You sold out Emberly for this?
- I protected you the only way I knew how.
What makes her better than me?
- She never bent her knee to a man.
- There's a difference between bent and broken.
But I wouldn't expect you to know.
She is the one who abandoned this place,
abandoned us.
I am the one trying to keep it, trying to keep us together.
And this is the thanks I get?
No more special treatment for you, Mary.
- It's about time you joined the flock, little lamb.
Or shall I have you banished?
How long do you think you'd last out there in the wilderness?
- I don't want the girls to see.
(chuckling) - It's a brothel.
No one cares.
- I do.
I've never done this before.
(tense music)
- No need to go through that trouble, luv.
I'm not fussy when it comes to this.
Here, this'll do me just fine. - Wait!
(panting)
I'm embarrassed to ask this, but--
- Out with it!
- Would it be okay for me to be on top,
considering it's my first time?
- Of course. Since you put it like that.
You've nothing to fear, really. Ah...
Now come and sit on Daddy's lap.
Ah, yes.
That's it, my girl.
Oh, that's it.
- It was this man and Grant who betrayed Harp to Lord Benton.
- I know what happened, Sokanon. I was there.
- I could take this fortune of silver back to Montreal,
and you and your friends,
well, you could continue to flee from the HBC trackers
with their stolen pelts if you prefer.
- Don't listen to him.
- What was all this for, if not for silver?
All that risk we took, it'd be pointless if we don't sell the pelts.
- I will not stand by while you negotiate with our enemy.
- They're also enemies of the HBC. - Michael.
You, me, Declan Harp, Samuel Grant,
we should all profit from the demise of the HBC,
our common enemy.
- We can't just walk away.
(in Cree): - How many pelts can we take?
- Now?
Two boats.
- In a few days, we could move them all.
- We don't have a few days.
- Two boats.
- I will take my portion of the pelts.
- Sokanon-- - And I will leave!
- Mm, that's not the deal.
Um, it's all or nothing.
- You have no right to be angry with me. I didn't know--
- I'm not fucking angry with you!
(stick rattling)
- Calm down.
- Elizabeth took great risks being a friend to me.
And leaving me this.
- Aye. Her will was a testament to the respect she had for you.
- She never loved Peter. He was a means to an end, and nothing more.
And to him, I was merely a slave, which I am not.
- We find ourselves in quite the predicament.
I'm the owner of the company and you're its sole beneficiary.
- Aye, and we've got Mr. Pickersdick to thank for that.
- Mr. Pickersgill is an old friend of Elizabeth's father,
and he will do what he is told.
- What exactly are you proposing?
- The day Elizabeth disappeared, she told me she was going to meet with Samuel Grant.
Now, she has...
...had... the ability to get under men's skin
and that was particularly true with Grant.
I know that he is responsible.
We don't stand a chance at winning Montreal
against the likes of Samuel Grant
if we don't find a way to come together and make this work.
You have both dealt with that snake,
you must know this to be true.
- You seem to have placed a lot of trust in my brother and me.
- Look, I know this business.
I know the processing from raw pelt to finished hats.
I know how the frontiersmen work,
I know what the buyers want, what products they prefer.
I know this business better than anyone.
But look at me.
I cannot do this alone. (Malcom sighs)
We need each other.
But what I need to know is, can I count on you?
- Aye, you can at that.
- Both of you?
- If your word is good,
then I'll give mine
that I'll crack skulls to protect what's ours.
Aye. You can count on me. Aye.
- It was awful.
I was just going in to get a sack of grain, and as I was leaving,
I saw that there was feed spilled at the top of the stairs,
so when I went to go clean it up,
that's when I saw him.
(in Anishinaabe): - Wonderful.
(orchestral music)
(panting)
- We're not doing it.
- We take the silver and we leave.
- Michael?
Maybe it would be better if you dealt with the Brown Brothers.
Or the HBC.
(in French): Gentlemen, pack up your things.
Let's get out of here. (man speaking French)
- Sokanon, look at this practically--
- You don't see what's happening here.
- I'm trying to save the goddamn deal! - We'll be fooled by him!
(gunshot) - Attention! (French)
- Oh, my God!
(French) - Wahush!
(dramatic music) (Wahush gasping)
- Clenna, what the hell happened?!
- He star... startled me.
I didn't know.
(in Anishinaabe): - There is a battalion of Redcoats
moving through the river valley.
They will be here soon.
- I'm sorry, I didn't...
I didn't know.
(dramatic music) (no dialogue)
(panting) - Give me the silver.
(background chatter)
(door creaking)
- Vladimir Tetukin. Thief-taker.
- Shit. - Oh, God.
- I'll take care of him. You go. I'll catch up.
- Declan, I'm not leaving without you, so don't even--
- Neither of us get out alive if I don't put this dog down.
And I can't do it with you by my side, Grace.
Go.
I'll catch up.
- Black Wolf.
- Dead man.
- Ma'am?
I'm, uh... I'm to tell you something.
Now don't scream.
- I know we only friends for little while.
And I'm sad to end you now.
This is going to hurt. - Yes, it is.
(grunting)
(metal clanking)
Ah!
- You should feel good, Black Wolf.
(cracking bones) - Ah!!!
- Because most men I kill by now. (grunting)
- Oh, shit!
(shouting and grunting) (woman screaming)
- Let 'em fight.
- You can do better, Black Wolf. (grunting)
(groaning in pain)
(slashing)
(screaming)
- Your failure...
...will cause the death of everyone you know.
(soft humming)
- Ah!!! (groaning)
(grunting)
- Perhaps I was wrong about you.
- Argh!
(squishing sound)
(grunting and panting)
You were right.
(panting)
(French chatter)
- I'm sorry it had to be this way.
(in Ojibwe): - You've made your choice.
- Shame it has to end this way.
(panting) - Benton's here.
He has Grace.
- That's not possible!
- Let me go.
You know I can stop him.
- Stand down.
Let this man go! (dramatic music)
- Oh...
Goodbye, Fort James.
It was lovely while it lasted.
But all good things must be traded for better things.
- Where the hell are you taking me? - My dear, you are my guest.
First, to Moose Fort.
There are men there who are loyal to me.
Then...
to my home.
- What now?
- War. now?