(soft, intense music)
(men yelling indistinctly)
(indistinct, overlapping
yelling)
(gunshot)
(thudding, grunting)
(fighting commotion)
(no audible scream)
(fighting commotion continues)
(explosion)
(indistinct yelling)
(agonizing scream)
(loud scream)
(commotion becomes muffled)
(soft music)
(commotion continues)
- McTaggart!
(gunshot)
(explosion)
(gunshots)
(dramatic music)
(music fades)
(soft music)
(dramatic music)
(final crescendo, music stops)
(theme music)
(Michael): The plan that
our partnership agreed upon
is completely dependent on
O'Reilly and his men
throwing their weight behind us.
It's the only way to
topple Vanstone
without killing him,
and I promised Kamenna that--
(Sokanon):
You will have to do it
without him.
- Harp gave me a mission:
to see the HBC crumble,
and that's what I'm trying
to do.
I've made alliances with men
we once saw as enemies,
because we all want
the same thing.
- All the men do, anyway.
- Sokanon!
O'Reilly's a son of a bitch,
I know.
I won't stop you from
settling what you have
with him.
But in order for both of us
to get what we want, we need to
get rid of Vanstone first.
- No, he is your distraction.
O'Reilly's my target.
(Imogen): In my experience,
Mr. O'Reilly has always been
a dependable, reliable
gentleman.
- He'd better come through
for me.
The thought of that
reekie Irishman out there
roaming free pisses me off.
- Fort James has been neglected
for too long
by men with priorities other
than the trade, Mr. Vanstone.
- It has. But now that
I'm doing the business
of the Company,
they'll see what Fort James
could be under my command.
And then, those sons of bitches
out there will show me
the respect I deserve.
- Well, we both know someone
who can take care of that
for you.
If you want to spend time
with your girl tonight,
it's gratis.
- No, I can't.
There's too much work
to be done.
But don't you work too hard
before I can see you again, eh?
(whispering):
You're turning out
to be a poor investment.
If you don't start smiling
for your silver,
you'll end up
in a very unpleasant place.
- Oh, I could kick
Michael's ballbag right up into
his fucking chest for this.
Or maybe it's you
needs the kick
for this stupid fuckin' plan
in the first place.
- Whoa, my plan was solid.
I created an opportunity
for us to dictate the terms
of the conversation to Vanstone
by bringing Michael to him!
- It is Michael who needs
to answer for this, Malcolm.
I will not let my business
be threatened
by his infatuation.
- He's not just infatuated,
Pond.
Michael is steady
in his allegiance
to Harp's people.
- Oh, wait, wait, wait...
This Sokanon...
Is she Black Wolf?
- It's no excuse to leave us
at the mercy of that buffoon,
Vanstone.
- He just needs to think
that he's supported,
and that everyone's playing
by Company rules, right?
Now, we don't need Michael
for that.
(Pond): I'm gonna make
some firm decisions
in Michael's absence.
I don't see a future
for this company,
where Vanstone's flag
still flies.
- If you kill Vanstone,
right after that demented
hard-on you're gonna get from
killing him goes down,
word's gonna get out.
Kamenna's gonna hear
about it.
Soon as she knows that
one of Michael's alliance
has shed blood,
she'll turn her back on
all of us,
and we'll lose
the Lake Walker trade for good.
When Michael returns,
O'Reilly will take him
to Vanstone,
just like you planned.
As soon as Vanstone
is captured,
his men will sooner stand down
than fight.
And that'll be the end of it.
- You better be certain
of that.
- We'll soon find out,
won't we?
(snapping fingers)
Until then...
I should go and
talk to Vanstone,
try to smooth things out a bit.
I'll return
after I've spoken with him.
(door closing)
- Where the fuck
do you think you're going?
- If I find Michael,
I can offer him a modicum
of protection.
It's a very dangerous world
out there for Mr. Smyth,
isn't it?
(sighing,
door opening and closing)
- Did you know Sokanon
was a Black Wolf?
- That night...
I heard her ask you
about Mr. Smyth.
Is she his wife?
- I don't know what she is,
but she's trouble we don't need!
I don't think Michael
understands our way, Kahwihta.
What we do
for our Lord and Saviour.
We needs to pack up.
We needs to pack up now.
We needs to find Mercer
and the rest of 'em,
and we get out of here.
- Do you intend
not to honour the deal
you made with those men?
- Indeed, I don't.
I'm gonna warn Vanstone
about the coup
that's forming against him,
and we're gonna fly
out of this den of inequity.
After that, well I'll never
set eyes on Michael Smyth
ever again.
- Ah.
What's the
most popular boy in town doing
skulking around my ale house?
- Is this not
the heart of business
in Fort James?
- I know someone who
really wants a word with you.
- And I know someone
who's just aching to put you
in your place.
So I suggest
you take this money,
and turn the other way, Imogen.
It's the best warning
you'll get.
- How dare you threaten me?
- It's just business.
You take this money,
you keep your mouth shut,
and you and I will get along
just fine.
Do we understand each other?
(fire crackling)
(Michael): I made a mistake.
O'Reilly's been selling
Native women as country wives,
offering 'em up as companions
to traders with money to spend.
- Like it or not,
he's our link to Vanstone.
- O'Reilly's got to go.
- You were the one who said
we cannot take Fort James
without O'Reilly!
Now you want to
dump our plans because
you heard some,
some bad news about him?
- I need Sokanon more than
I need him!
I don't get rid of him,
I lose her.
- I don't give a rat's arsehole
about the trouble you're having
with your country wife.
- She's not a country wife.
She's a hunter,
she's a fighter,
and she's a tracker,
and we need her.
- The Brown Brothers
did not put our empire
on the line
so that you could make
your candle, Michael.
- It's not about that!
It's about doing what we know
is right!
- The right thing to do
is to get O'Reilly's men
and do this now!
Finish what we started -
what you fuckin' started!
Michael, I went behind
my own brother's back because
you convinced me that
it was the right thing to do
for the Brown Brothers
to side with you!
Or were you just pushing me
about the whole time?
- No!
I meant what I said.
I just didn't expect
O'Reilly's business
to undermine us,
I didn't know
what I was getting into
with him.
- Oh, I know the feeling.
- Fine.
I'll take care of it.
- Good.
But O'Reilly stays.
(whispering): You head straight
for the gate.
I'll be right behind you.
(slow, dramatic music)
(indistinct background chatter)
- Leave. Now.
Go to the tipis by the gate.
You will be safe
until I come for you.
(slow, intense music continues)
(door closing)
(grunting)
(repeated stabbing, grunting)
(muffled grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting continues)
(wheezing)
(grunting)
(uptempo, dramatic music)
- My Lord,
Declan Harp is in the castle,
and my men
are currently occupied.
Let me deploy your men,
and I assure you,
we will capture him.
- You may deploy my men,
but you had best be
on your guard.
- No, he'll be trying
to find her.
- It seems as likely
he is coming for you
as for her.
Nonetheless, I shall warn
the Captain of the Guard.
- Please, ensure he understands
that Declan Harp is mine.
- Indeed.
(music stopping, door opening)
Madame.
May I?
- Please yourself.
- Are you comfortable?
- Is that why you came down here
to speak with me?
To see if I'm comfortable?
- I have come to ensure
that you are well protected.
- I think you've come
because you seek the truth.
- Which is?
- Lord Benton's personal hatred
of Declan Harp led him to make
terrible decisions.
He put revenge
ahead of HBC interests,
and as a result,
I saw a precipitous decline
of conditions in Fort James.
- I cannot fault a company man
for zealously pursing
a fugitive.
- What Benton did
to Harp's family is unutterable.
Any human being who faced
what Harp faced
would be changed by it forever.
- And if I were to concede
that that were true...
What difference would it make?
- It would mean that you
already know the truth.
That Benton isn't just a threat
to Harp,
or to me for that matter.
That he is, in fact,
a liability to the HBC itself.
You'd do far more good
for the Company
by getting rid of him
than you ever could
by pursuing Declan Harp.
- I'm sorry.
I wasn't honest with you.
- I do not accept
your apology.
Because there is no need
for one.
You may think our time
together was a transgression,
but I thought it was wonderful.
It felt honest to me.
- Madame?
- Ah, Mr. Pond,
I was just coming to say hello.
- Hello.
- Have you received any company
this evening?
- No. I was just out
for the evening,
I'm just returning now.
- Ah.
- Is there something wrong?
- No! No, no... It's just,
there was someone about
who shouldn't be.
But I thought I saw him
come up here.
- Oh dear.
Darling, look at me.
Go downstairs with the crowd.
You'll be safe there.
I will look at the other rooms.
Go.
(Michael): I made
a judgment call.
- You're a lying selfish prick,
Michael.
You lied straight to my face,
partner!
- Malcolm, keep your voice down.
Now, Michael,
we can all be fools
when we're in love,
I understand that
more than most,
but trust is trust.
I think that I speak
for my new friend Malcolm
when I say that
I'm not sure that
we can fucking trust you.
- I got us the deal
with the Lake Walkers, yeah?
If I didn't give Sokanon
what she wanted,
it would have compromised that.
- You don't give a pig shite
about this, do you, eh?
(Michael): What?
- I will not follow you
to a grave, Michael.
- Malcolm, just calm down
and listen to me for a second.
- I'm sure that you can
understand our apprehension.
- Just trust me!
If we keep Sokanon on our side,
we keep the Lake Walkers.
If we stick together
and we keep O'Reilly's men
on our side,
we might actually
make this happen.
We're so close.
- If this is the dish
that we wish to serve,
we have to use
the sudden tragedy of
Mr. O'Reilly's death
to get his men to act now.
They're already hot.
We need to bring them
to a rolling boil.
- Let's fuckin' do it,
then.
- I need you to stay here.
I don't want to have to
look for you again.
- It'll work.
- You must do something
about this, Mr. Mercer.
It cannot go unpunished.
- Who did it?
- Michael Smyth.
He was here, not an hour ago,
and he threatened me harm
if I didn't let him up there.
I saw him walk up those stairs,
and then I found O'Reilly dead.
The Black Wolf is vicious.
I didn't see it happen,
but I know it to be true.
- When Smyth shows up again,
you keep him here
and get word to me.
I'll let the others know.
- Yes.
- Come live with me.
- You move fast.
I'm not asking you to do that,
Douglas.
- I'd do anything you asked.
- I'm more than certain
Miss Josephette would kick me
out the door
the moment you announced
my arrival.
- Hm...
Luckily, it's my name
that's on the deed.
I decide who lives where.
- I cannot come with you.
- We've not been exactly
discreet, in our meeting here.
- Huh.
- Samuel Grant is going to
find out about it,
and when he does,
he's not going to be easy
with you, Clenna.
- That's my problem.
I would not make it yours.
- I cannot leave you here,
with him.
- I can't go with you.
Not unless...
- Unless what?
- I was there, right after.
I saw...
Saw what he did to Elizabeth.
- You...
you-you saw him kill her?
- No! No, I-I came in
after it was done,
after it was too late.
(Douglas grunting)
I would never have... have
just watched him kill her.
So uh, I-I w-w-was right
to make your acquaintance,
I was just... so stupid
to have trusted you.
- I did not mean to deceive you.
Have you ever had
to make a choice between
doing what is right
and staying alive?
- The choice between living here
with a murderer,
or living on the streets?
I know what I'd do.
- If I hadn't stayed silent,
I would surely have met
the same fate as Elizabeth.
All she did was insult him,
for God's sake!
I... I cannot imagine
what he would do to me
if he thought that
I betrayed him for you.
- Ah, and I thought she died
because of a slight?
- I know I have lost your trust.
And your good faith.
But there is something
I can do for you.
I can give you
what you've wanted all along,
I can give you
what you came for
in the first place.
I am your proof, Douglas.
For the magistrates,
or the judges,
or whoever it is
that will help you see justice
for Elizabeth.
I am a witness--
(suspenseful music)
(She catches her breath.)
(music tempo quickening)
- In the morning,
I will take you to
the Lake Walkers.
(soldier): Alright, men!
(soldiers shouting indistinctly)
- He's been discovered.
Maybe you should go tonight.
- How did you get here?
(gun cocking)
You will come with me, now.
- Take her to Kamenna.
- It looks like
Mr. O'Reilly's men are
keeping busy.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Hello, Mr. Smyth.
- Mr. O'Reilly would thank you,
Mr. Mercer,
for your swift justice
in apprehending his killer.
- I didn't kill him.
- Imogen says she saw you.
- Imogen's a liar.
(whispering): You threatened me,
now you've got what you deserve.
- Michael Smyth.
Thief. Murderer.
Marauder of Fort James.
You are guilty of the murder
of Patrick O'Reilly.
The punishment for your crime
shall be death.
The method of justice
should be administered by those
loyal to the deceased.
- Mr. Mercer?
- Get him readied
for the stakes.
- Excellent choice.
- Miss Dolan, here...
claims to be a witness for you,
but she forgets that she is also
a co-conspirator,
in the eyes of the law.
I mean, I suppose...
that's what the courts
would say,
as someone who has
mopped up blood and bones
from our floor,
and made arrangements
to remove a body from our home.
(sighing)
You are nothing,
and no better than a whore
who's taken my good nature
and generosity for granted.
- You made me a whore,
for you to flirt
with your businessmen,
and to make you look...
normal.
You used me,
and threatened me--
(glass shattering)
- I'll not suffer these abuses
in my own home.
Get out, Douglas.
So I can deal
with this ungrateful cunt.
- Do not... speak to her
like that again.
- I won't tell you
a second time.
Unless you wish to be reunited
with your beloved Elizabeth.
(yelling)
- Not like this, Douglas!
(glass shattering, grunting)
(grunting)
Stop it! Stop it!
(dramatic music)
Oh, oh...
(grunting, whimpering)
(dramatic music stops)
Douglas!
(sobbing)
Douglas.
(breathing quickly)
(quivering breath)
(fire crackling)
- Let Sokanon go.
She's done nothing wrong.
- Let's get this fire started.
- You will be next.
- I'm sorry.
- Pond,
we need to do something.
- Mr. Mercer!
These are not the persons
you seek for this.
It was him.
- You giddy wench, sod off!
Light 'em up, Mercer.
- Tell me what you know,
Kahwihta.
- Vanstone came to our room.
He told me to leave.
When he opened the door again,
my husband was dead!
- You're a fucking liar,
you want to get
roped up here too?
- You know my love
of Mr. O'Reilly.
I know your affections for him.
You must balance the scales
with the man who really killed
my husband.
He wanted Mr. Smyth dead.
He's using you for
his own evil purpose.
- She's lying, Mercer.
I had nothing to do
with O'Reilly's death.
(Pond): I can corroborate!
I heard Lieutenant Vanstone
threaten Mr. O'Reilly tonight.
- Please.
Mr. Smyth is an honourable man.
- You're gonna die, now.
(crowd murmuring)
Get off of me!
I didn't fucking do it!
(soft music)
(no audible scream)
(fire crackling)
(soft footsteps echoing)
(soft, eerie music)
- You must be Declan Harp.
- Where's Benton?
- He is not far.
Do you know who I am?
- Fisher.
- Lord Fisher, actually.
- You're no Lord to me.
- And you are remarkable.
It is rare indeed to
meet the man that
more than matches the myth.
You see,
I know a great deal about
who you are.
About your family.
I know more, perhaps,
even than you do.
- I doubt that.
- Your Irish father died
an unaccomplished Company man
with no merits worthy of
mention.
Leaving you, a penniless,
half-breed bastard,
to be raised by savages.
Yet, despite
these disadvantages,
you found favour with
Lord Benton,
who took you under his wing,
and raised you as his own,
helping you to become
one of the most effective men
in the entire Company.
Then, inevitably,
like father, like son,
you impregnated a Native,
and fathered
another little bastard with her,
prompting a sharp decline
in your profitability.
- He murdered my family.
- As you knew he might, yes?
Be honest.
You always knew it was a risk,
Mr. Harp, did you not?
Lord Benton is not
the only man you blame for
the death of your family,
is he?
In the deep of night,
when you dream their deaths
over and over,
you blame yourself.
As you rightly should.
After all, whose
responsibility is it to
safeguard a man's family
if not the man himself?
You failed to see
what Lord Benton
was truly capable of,
because of your own
desperate need for that
which you never had...
A father.
And now,
the family you could have had
is gone,
most likely burning in hell.
So, with every throat you slit,
you see Benton, and
you pray to whatever savage god
you think will listen,
that your guilt will die
behind the swift ribbon
of blood.
But by now, I am sure
you know it won't.
Do not despair, Declan.
Salvation is still possible.
I offer the chance of
revenge and redemption
at one fell swoop.
Rejoin the Company
- a senior position -
with my patronage.
Your testimony to
Lord Benton's criminal acts
will see him dangle from
the end of a traitor's rope.
With you, his executioner.
Finally allowing us to
conduct HBC business properly.
After all,
while people are being slain,
no money is being made.
- Money.
You clearly have no idea
what motivates me.
- Perhaps.
Do you enjoy rum, Mr. Harp?
I must admit,
it is not to my taste.
Made from garbage.
It's true.
A spirit derived
from the waste product
of refining white sugar.
It was
the sugar plantation slaves
that first distilled it,
to ease their misery, no doubt.
And now, this slave garbage
is coveted the world round.
Fortunes are being made
on its prolific popularity.
But at its heart,
it is a dark spirit.
Born from dirty, dangerous work
being done by slaves
who suffer terribly
for their master's
great benefit.
- Make your goddamn point.
- I happen to know of
one such slave boy,
who most likely still toils
somewhere on a plantation
as we speak.
That young boy, Mr. Harp,
is your son.
Lord Benton did not have him
killed, but instead
sold him into slavery.
- You lie.
- Under such circumstances,
it is natural to fear hope.
But as a father myself,
I give you my word, sir,
it is true.
Join me, Declan.
Help me stop Lord Benton.
Find your son.
- I will never join you.
- Pity.
- Where the fuck is Benton?
(door opening)
- Back on top, eh?
A drink for you, patsy.
I'm surprised
you don't have a man's shoe.
- Say this after me, Mr. Brown:
À vous, à les vôtres,
puis à ta santé.
- À vous, ah, fuck that!
- Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
ce soir?
- Whoa! Jesus...
(indistinct chatter)
- What the hell
are you all doing?
- Lassi...
I think you'd best
make yourself scarce
around here, eh?
- You need to be gone
by morning.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- You need to leave.
- Where will I go?
- Nobody cares.
- I don't want to see you
around here again.
The ale house is ours, now.
- If I were you, I'd get going.
A lot can happen
before the sun comes up.
- And how are these men?
- Amenable.
- Good.
- I, uh... must beg
your forgiveness.
- Thank you for listening
to reason.
We're gonna have to
trust each other
moving forward, Mercer.
And um...
I must demand something of you.
I don't know what part you had
in O'Reilly's business
of buying and selling women,
but whatever it was,
it's over now.
I'll build you a church
if that's what you desire,
I won't disconnect you
from your faith, but...
marrying off unwilling women,
that's forbidden now.
We're gonna be everything that
the HBC is not.
And you.
You who remain loyal to
the Hudson's Bay Company,
you can leave.
And never return.
Find a new station,
forget this one existed.
The HBC flag
will no longer fly
above Fort James.
For those
smart enough to see that
your loyalty to the Company
will result in nothing but
death, starvation,
and poverty,
by putting you at the mercy
of madmen in charge,
like Vanstone,
and Benton before him,
this is your chance,
to sign on,
and join a new company.
(indistinct chattering)
A toast!
To you, brave men.
To us,
the North West Company!
(cheering)
(soft, sombre music)
- I don't suppose he took you up
on your offer?
- No, Archibald.
He did not.
- Now tell me the truth.
You must have been
just a little tempted?
The prospect of
taking charge in the New World.
Like your own little fiefdom.
- I don't think the way you do.
- No... I suppose not.
Had you thought the way I do,
it would have been
much more difficult to trap you
the way we have.
Or all those poor friends
of yours who've died
because of you.
Was it worth it?
And even now,
at this very moment,
your few remaining friends
engage in a futile battle
with my men.
Once they learn of your demise,
they will lose the will
to fight.
And they too, will die.
And for what?
This futile attempt to
challenge me,
and spirit Miss Emberly away?
Well, tell me, son,
how does it feel
to have failed so abysmally?
Choose your words carefully,
or they will be your last.
(footsteps approaching)
- Lord Fisher!
Lord Fisher, put a stop to this.
(soft music)
- Is my son still alive?
(gasping)
(choking)
Let's get it over with.
(knife clinking)
- As I said,
this man was a criminal.
You have rid me of him
to the great benefit
of the Company.
Nonetheless, you have
murdered a Lord
in his own home.
You will be pursued
to the ends of the Earth.
Wherever should your path cross
with that of Company men,
or those of the Crown,
you will be shown no quarter.
For helping me, in your own way,
to achieve that
which I otherwise could not,
I shall afford you
a brief head-start
before deploying my men.
Our account is settled.
Know that the next time we meet,
Declan Harp,
I shall destroy you.
(soft music continues)
(Grace sniffling)
(softly): Go.