(soft, dramatic music)
- Hey! I'm not gonna kill you!
I'm just here for information.
- Don't do it.
Don't... (exclaiming)
- You're gonna tell me everything you know about Lord Benton,
where he's going, how many men he's with.
I want to know everything.
(McTaggart): Ha-ha! Look at that silly fucker go.
You havin' a laugh, Harp! You'll never pop him from there.
(exclaiming)
- You were saying? (soldier groaning)
(groaning)
That's not possible.
- And yet, there he goes. At top speed, no less. - Let's go.
We need to stop him before he gets to Moose Fort.
- Nah, no way, no way. I gotta get back to the outpost.
- For what? - Supplies.
- What supplies? We're gonna use these guns,
and we'll make due when we get to the fort.
- No way. I'll tell ya what. I'll meet you up. How's that?
- Goddammit, McTaggart. I need you.
Charlie, don't waste any time. In and out.
(theme music)
(wind whistling forcefully)
- It's colder than a witch's quim-whisker out there. - Yeah...
Where's the powder and shot?
- Trap door to the larder's behind the bar,
straight in, boom. Then we're the fuck outta here.
- Hey, McTaggart, do you really feel like this is necessary?
I mean, you walked us into the lion's den.
I reckon your plan could use a little more time in the cookery.
You know what I mean? - No, Charlie,
I don't know what you mean. Now, I'm hungry.
Hello, chief. What would you recommend for two thirsty travelers?
And preferably something that don't taste like donkey piss.
- What'd you say? - Ah, my friend here,
he was raised by wolves.
He's got a... crooked sense of humour. (chuckling)
- You know what?
This place was once cared for, you know? Looked after.
Why don't you take a fucking cloth to it, sweep up from time to time?
Hire a barkeep that's not half as daft as you look.
(Charlie): He's a special one.
We've been walking outside for... days.
Yeah, we just really would like something to drink,
and we have coin.
(coin tinkling)
Keep it together. Remember, Harp said "in and out."
Keep your mind on the target. You could get us both killed!
- Alright, alright, alright. Alright.
Fuck this.
Alright, here we go.
Yeah. Yes.
- You and your slave best be moving on.
- What's that? Hey, don't be rude.
He's not my slave, he's my accountant.
- Would a slave have teeth like this?
- What's this?
What's all this?
- Ah, that would be mine, you wee wetback.
You see, this is my establishment.
These are all my belongings. There ya go, nice and cozy.
Now, if you're not mad keen on being brutally murdered,
you'll give me that fucking bottle.
No? Alright.
- Hey! (groaning)
- Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!!!
(all exclaiming)
- Whoo! - Aaargh!
(McTaggart sighing contentedly)
Ooh. - Hey!
(Charlie roaring)
- Yeah! Ooh! (Charlie chuckling)
(door opening, gun cocking)
(exclamation)
- Schooh!
- Well, that works.
- Now, that there was a decent shot.
- Well done, Charles the Bold. Right over here. Ah...
Aye. - Hey. Yeah!
- Here you go, butterfingers. - Ah!
- Catch. - Yes!
- Right, go get the guns, Charlie.
I'll get the whiskey. Ah!
Ah, shhh...
Papa's got you now.
- Chaulk. Wait.
Listen.
They're not coming.
We'd hear the dogs, or... or voices at least.
- No, I don't trust it. He's not gonna let us get away.
- Well, we got a head start. We should keep moving.
- What... what are you looking for?
- Landmarks. So we don't get lost.
- We have to find Miss Emberly before he does.
You've disappointed me, Wadlow.
If a couple of silly girls can elude you,
what chance do you have of capturing Harp?
- They are silly girls, but it's a little bit
like trying to find a black cat in a coal cellar.
Whereas, with Harp,
he'll be walking straight into our trap.
We will not fail.
- Unless she finds him out in those woods.
I don't care if she's a black cat in a coal cellar,
a white cat in a snowstorm,
or a green cat in a field of grass.
You find her and bring her to me.
- Douglas Brown?
- Who are you?
- I'm Michael Smyth of the Black Wolf Company.
- Ah, you're Declan Harp's boy.
- I need to speak business with you.
- Business? With me?
Our business concluded...
when you reneged on that deal, you and Harp, with my wife.
- Douglas... we delivered.
It was Carruthers who didn't come to collect.
- She couldn't collect.
- You must understand, I had no other option
but to sell to the next buyer in line.
- Who just happened to be the man who killed her.
- What?
- There's an efficiency in his evil, Grant.
I'll have to give him that.
- I'm sorry, Douglas. I really am.
What happened to Mrs. Carruthers is... is awful.
But I'm not here to talk about that,
I'm here to talk about the future, a better future.
Because none of us have much of one
as long as we're separately trying to fend off the Hudson's Bay Company.
If I can prove to the Lake Walkers
that I have reliable buyers here in Montreal,
then we all together stand a chance of taking on the company.
(Douglas chuckling) I could've went to Grant, Douglas.
But I came to you instead.
- That was a mistake.
- We can't beat the HBC as fractured independents.
We must form an alliance to stand up against their tyranny.
- You sold out to Samuel Grant and Cobbs Pond.
And for that, I never want to see your face again.
(Josephette): What were you thinking?
- I was thinking...
about Elizabeth.
- You have to learn to separate your emotions from your business decisions.
(Douglas laughing)
- My instinct is the secret to my business.
- Oh, really? How has that fared for you?
- Now, you wait just a minute.
I dinnae bring the storm that sunk my ship.
I dinnae start the war with the Lake Walkers.
I dinnae kill my wife.
(chuckling ruefully)
I dinnae... write the will...
...bequeathing all the benefits of this great company to a slave.
- I am not a slave!
- Bless me Father, for I might have sinned, but I'm not quite sure.
I feel terrible about some things that have occurred.
I took a man's life.
I thought it was self-defence, truly I did.
And so I tell myself I don't need forgiveness for this.
I am not a bad person.
- If you're not sure if you've sinned,
why are you speaking to me?
- I want permission not to feel guilt, Father.
Because I want to survive.
I need to survive.
(Clenna sighing) (whispering)
(whistling)
- Michael.
- You look like you're doing well.
- Yes, I... I am. Very well.
- Are you still with Grant and Pond?
- I'm not with them.
I... I'm a part of Grant's household.
- What does that mean?
- I live there and such.
- I need to see Grant.
Can you get me a meeting with him?
- I doubt he's available. Mr. Grant is headed to New York.
- I have a proposition for him that won't take long.
- I don't think that's a good idea.
- Why's that?
- A military man named Vinnicombe came to Grant's
and offered to pay favour to his business if Grant helped capture you.
- Me? And do what?
- And take you back to England to face trial.
- I'm not going back to England. - Your connection with Declan Harp
and the Black Wolf Company is no secret.
- Samuel Grant doesn't seem like the kind of man who would follow English law.
- I don't suppose he is.
He'll do... whatever gets him what he wants.
- In that case, I'll take me chances. Please.
- Mr. Grant is not taking business meetings at the moment.
He's not in the right state of mind.
He's taking a little time off.
- Pond must be running things while he's away, right?
Come on, Clenna.
Whatever offer I make, it's gonna benefit you as well.
- I can see if he'll meet with you.
But I can't promise he'll be civilized.
Michael Smyth is in Montreal, and he's looking to form an alliance.
- He wants to speak with me?
- Well, he asked for Grant.
- We would do very well to turn him in to Major Vinnicombe.
It would guarantee our immunity.
- I'll not set a trap for Michael.
- You don't have to. I will.
It might turn Samuel's mood.
- Do you want the world to know that Elizabeth Carruthers died by Grant's hand?!
- Are you threatening me, Clenna?
- I'm bargaining with you.
- You should give a little more thought to your negotiation tactics.
- If you align yourself with the HBC,
you will always be beholden to them.
In an alliance with the Independents,
there'd be room for you to rise to the top.
Do you really think the major can be taken at his word?
- Fine, fine, fine.
We'll meet with your little friend Michael.
But Clenna...
Don't ever threaten me again.
- Jesus Christ.
Ah. (clatter)
I don't know which is worse - the fact that you cannae hold your liquor,
or that you seem to be hell-bent
on making business even more difficult than it's been.
Sit down before you fall down.
- I... I broke my... broke my glasses. (Malcolm chuckling)
- You're a bloody wee fool.
- Aye, aye.
Because I rejected the wee boy?
And Michael Smyth?
What would you have me do?
- Michael Smyth...
offered us an alliance that is the key to our survival.
- All ye can think about is the company.
And all I care about is Elizabeth. (chuckling)
- Then don't dishonour her memory
by running her legacy into the ground!
She deserves better from you, Douglas!
If you love her the way you claim you do,
then you will pull yourself together.
- Alright.
Brother.
I think you need to go and sleep this off, eh?
- Aye.
- Malcolm, we don't have time
to wait for him to dry out and smarten up.
We need a deal.
(Michael): Clenna and I spent our lives
running from big men with small minds.
But we always got the best of 'em,
because we learned to work together.
Now with all of Montreal in step with Samuel Grant,
we'll have enough manpower to beat the HBC at their own game.
- I'm sure you were adorable little children.
But the New World is hardly the East End of London.
Or Gravesend, for that matter.
- Oh, I understand.
But join my alliance,
and do right by the Lake Walkers and the Voyageurs and your partners here,
and we'll start to bring about the demise of the HBC - with incredible profits.
- And I assume you'll be at the head of this little alliance?
- That's right.
- Forgive me, but the truth is that you're a thief, a con man.
- And I have direct access to the Lake Walker trade.
They will stop working with the HBC if I have assurances of Montreal buyers.
Now, the Voyageurs, the coureurs-de-bois,
they've been undermining the Company for years now,
pushing further inland towards Lake Walker territory.
But the problem with building an empire
is wasting time and resources on defending it against your enemies.
- You can bring them all together?
- We all share a common hatred for the HBC.
- Hmm. - The only thing the company's had on us until now
is structure and organization, and that's where I come in.
- It's a very ambitious plan.
- All I need now is a partner who's equally as ambitious
and clear-eyed to see the future.
- That's cheeky.
I hope you realize that you have a very loyal friend here in Clenna.
- I'd like to see you both succeed.
- So would I.
We will make a deal on one condition.
No Brown Brothers.
We just don't play well together.
I'm not gonna share power with them.
You'll give me your word that you will not become
partners with Carruthers and Company.
- I'm gonna need to see some of that capital up front.
As a show of faith.
- Hmm.
Give me a little bit of time to speak to the banker.
You come back tonight, you'll have your investment.
(in Cree): - May we speak?
- Of course.
You are troubled.
These are troubling times.
- I feel like I know what my mission should be,
but every step I take moves me farther from my goal.
- Sokanon, you have lost someone dear to you.
Have you properly mourned his death?
- Wahush was killed by the carelessness of the white people.
I brought them to him.
I am to blame for Wahush's death.
- Have you listened for his voice?
What about the voice of your sister,
Declan Harp's wife. Have you listened for her?
And the mothers and the fathers long since gone?
I have always sought guidance from my ancestors.
- It's hard to stop and listen to my ancestors,
when our girls and women are being so mistreated now.
- What can you do?
- I don't know, that's why I came to seek your guidance.
- If you cannot help the girls further north,
where are there girls that you can help?
Remember to take time to listen to nature.
You'll know...
when you listen.
- Aha.
- Well, if we get caught, I'll say I took you as my prisoner.
- Ah! I've seen what he can do.
He's gonna cut me from me belly to me chin.
- Put that out of your mind, Chaulk.
- I can't! (crying)
- Look, if we keep moving and you stay close, we'll be safe.
Just stay close to me, you understand? - Okay, okay.
- It's important you know who's on your side.
Shit.
-Thank God you found us! I've been trying to get away this whole time!
- I took him as my prisoner. Don't hurt him.
- Well, at least we know he's on his way.
- Do I let this man live?
- Of course not.
(groaning)
- This isn't her fault. I forced her into it.
- Don't you worry your pretty head about our friend Chaulk.
You can find a safe place to hold our guest until she is required.
- What will I be required for? - Don't take your eyes off her.
You, my dear Chaulk, have greatly disappointed me.
- Listen, I'm sorry, sir. I'm really--
- No, you're not sorry. Not yet. But you will be.
- Michael.
- Malcolm.
How are you?
- We want in.
- What prompted Douglas to change his mind?
He was adamant about not dealing with me.
- Don't judge my brother because he's a crybaby.
(chuckling) It's just in his nature.
- I'm serious. I've no desire to go into business with people who want to throttle me.
- Look... I talked some sense into him.
Told him that this'd be a good business opportunity for us.
- Well, circumstances have changed.
- Since this morning? - Your brother said no,
very clearly, so the offer came off the table.
- Right, well, I'm putting it back on the table now,
because the way I see it is you owe us this, Michael.
- I've made a deal with Samuel Grant. It's exclusive.
And I see no reason why he'd want to go into business with you.
- I don't care a shite about Samuel Grant or what he wants.
This is about you and me, Carruthers and Black Wolf,
doing business together.
We all need this, Michael.
- If you can get your brother to sign an agreement, then maybe we can talk.
Otherwise, this conversation's a waste of time without a contract.
- I'll have it sorted before you leave for the frontier.
(in Cree): Omaciw and I said we would stay by your side, and we will.
- I am impressed
that you have taken up the cause so sincerely.
- We believe in what you believe.
For too long, the injustices to the People have continued.
If it means we have to fight for justice, then so be it.
If it means we have to die for justice, then so be it.
- Kamenna needs your protection. This time I go alone.
- Where are you going?
- Fort James.
- Ah.
Beware the Irishman with the Haudenosaunee wife.
- Yes.
- So there's me, giving her a quick knee trim while up against a white tree.
- That certainly sounds like one hell of a first impression.
- Ah, but she was a good 50 pounds heavier than me, Charlie.
So I'm the one being tossed about like a rag doll, so I am--
What the fuck?!
- Shhh! Get over here!
- Ah...
- Did you go back to get this? - No!
Well... aye!
- Unbelievable.
Come on, Charlie. Let's go.
(groaning)
- Thank you. This will be put to good use.
- The future of this deal depends on our being able to trust one another.
- As do all deals, I suppose.
- Mr. Grant and I will be the best partners that you've ever had.
But if you betray us, Michael? We will be unforgiving.
- Then you better remember that Grant's only access
to the Lake Walker trade is through me,
and that this deal only works if you and Grant hold up your end.
- Mr. Grant and I are both steadfast in our desire to see the HBC brought to its knees.
- Good. Let's get started.
- Michael. - I'll walk you out.
Look at you, acting like a real man of business.
- Thank you for trusting me.
- You're dying to get back out there, aren't you? To the frontier.
- It's my kind of business.
- Will I see you again when you come back?
Or were you just using me to get your business deal?
- I'm not using you. - Yes, you are.
But... be assured...
...I'm using you just as much.
- Is that so?
- I suppose you're going to see that Native woman who wants to kill me?
- She doesn't want much to do with me right now.
- Because of me?
- I have to go.
- Was that a bittersweet goodbye?
Do you think Michael's lying to me
about his dealings with the Browns?
- Some time ago, I would've been certain of Michael's word.
But now I'm not so sure.
His word means far less to him than his business, it seems.
- Good night.
- I'm surprised. I thought there was no chance of Douglas giving in.
- Oh, I set him straight.
A new partnership calls for a wee celebration.
Would you like a glass of something?
I'm sure we have a bottle of Madeira hidden in the cellar.
- No. Thank you, but I best be going.
- You should go with him.
- Michael!
- What now? - I'm going with you.
I need to make sure the Carruthers Company's
best interests are being secured.
- I gave you me word, didn't I? - Oh, aye.
Just like you gave Samuel Grant your word that you wouldn't do business with us.
And see how that turned out.
- Well, that just proves I'm willing to tell a white lie for the greater good.
How are we supposed to be business partners if you can't trust me?
- By me keeping one eye on you all the fucking time.
Now let's go.
- Now, my dear, are you ready? - Ready for what?
- For your long-awaited reunion with Declan Harp, of course.
- I know it's not that simple.
- No. Perhaps more ships passing in the night, eh? (chuckling)
- Where is this all leading, Lord Benton?
Do you really think your mutual desire
to annihilate one another ends in some sort of salvation?
- Mr. Harp has long since thrown down a gauntlet.
I am a lord, a gentleman,
and it is my duty to answer that call.
Anything less would be irredeemable.
- I will not help you to kill Declan Harp.
- Who said anything about killing?
Despite what notions you may have of me,
I am an honourable man.
And so I shall promise Harp a fair trial in London.
I cannot say what may become of him thereafter.
- Putting Declan Harp on trial in London will be worse than trying to cage a bear.
- When I took Harp into my home, he was but a mongrel pup.
He was barely house-trained.
I made him into the man he is today.
But Declan Harp is the architect of his own demise.
He sealed his own fate a long time ago.
However, since I can't have you alerting him to my intentions,
I'm afraid Wadlow may have to fetch a muzzle.
- He will kill you first.
- We shall see.
(Wadlow): Make sure your men are ready!
Once he knows she's here, he'll make his move!
We're gonna let him get within sniffing distance of her before we make our move.
- They're all gonna jump at the chance to kill you.
- Yeah, which means they're gonna jump at the chance to kill us, too.
- Aye, once they're done killin' Harp.
- You two aren't going in. - Alright, you're going on your own?
It makes no sense, that sort of thing.
- I'm just gonna go down there and have a quick chat.
You're gonna stay here and try not to be you.
Charlie, cover my ass, 'cause...
you're the best shot out of all three of us.
- Much obliged.
- Now, had he said that when that English prick was on our way,
we wouldn't be rushing around trying to cobble this plan together, would we?
- Maybe you can try doing something constructive with your mouth.
- I've been known to listen to some critical feedback now and then.
- Shut up.
- You sure you don't want a wee dram?
Could be your last, you mad bastard.
- I'm gonna rip open the gates of hell with the death I bring.
(satisfied sigh)
The devil can't hold 'em. Benton's mine.
- Well... you heard that.
- I think what he's trying to say is,
he wants me to follow him.
(Grace moaning)
- Argh... (Grace exclaiming)
(Grace whimpering)
- Any of you don't know who I am,
I'm Declan Harp.
Any of you who don't want to die tonight...
...leave now.
- Hold your ground!
Any one of you moves to leave his post...
(growling) (grunting)
(groaning)
- What'd you say your name was?
- Wadlow.
- Rough childhood.
- You've made a grave mistake coming here, Mr. Harp.
I've dedicated my life to huntin' filthy beasts
such as yourself.
I look forward to adding your head to my wall.
- Let Grace go.
- You're in no position to make demands.
I'm under orders to execute you if you don't come quietly.
- I tell you what, Wad-blow.
I'll come quietly...
if you let my Grace go
and you have your men fire off their weapons so I know that she's safe.
- Alright.
Men...
Ready...
aim...
fire!
(moaning)
- That's enough.
Grace.
(muffled scream)
No!!!
Where is she?!
- Ugh!
(man exclaiming)
(shouting)
- Who the fuck are you?!
- Aaah...!
- Shit.
(struggle grunts and shouts)
(Charlie): Aaah!
(dramatic music)
(Charlie exclaiming)
(McTaggart shouting)
Argh!
- Get up. Up, dog!
(grunting, choking)
(dramatic music)
(roaring) music)