(Ominous music)
♪♪♪
(Crows caw)
Maclaughlan: Don't let the Irish lad out of your sight.
He's worth five times your weight in ale.
That's not what I said!
Jesus!
We are here.
We are goin' there. That's East. That's South.
That's where we're goin'! Idiot.
♪♪♪
- (Nervous inhale)
(Footsteps crunch)
Harp: (Clears throat) - (Surprised gasp)
- Declan Harp.
You mad bastard.
- I'm here to negotiate for the hostage.
- Oh, there'll be no negotiation.
On the ground, face down now.
♪♪♪
- Those are pretty hats.
If you release him to me
I might let you keep yours.
- (Laughs)
You've got some stones, Harp,
I'll give you that,
but you're out of your fuckin' mind.
- Dogs...
wearin' hats.
Maclaughlan: Well, maybe you donna count so well,
but you're badly outnumbered.
(Sharp thunk) - (Gurgling grunt)
(Hard thump) - (Gasping grunt)
(Struggling grunts)
- Good dog.
Michael: (Grunts with effort)
- (Grimacing grunt)
Ah!
Michael: You could help here, you know!
- (Grimacing grunt)
Harp: Ah ah ah ah ah ah, let him go.
That's it. - (Panting grunts)
- Keep the pressure on, if you let him breathe
you're right back at square one. - Harp! Help! (Gun clinks)
- What would you do if I wasn't here?
(Straining gasps) (Loud grunts)
- (Determined grunts) - (Fading gasp)
♪♪♪
- (Exhausted grunt) (Loud thump)
- (Gasping for air) Oh God! Did I kill him?
Harp: No, no, no, he's just unconscious.
Are you hurt?
- (Sharp whimper) - Oh no, I'm great.
Just freezin' to death. Thanks.
- (Guttural grunts) - Go get yourself a coat.
Man: (Choked grunts)
- Help yourself.
(Crows caw)
Now he's dead.
(Sighs)
The Low River Company tartan.
(Bindings snap)
You work for Malcolm Brown?
So you murder innocent Lake Walkers
and take my man hostage?
- (Spits defiantly)
- Hmm. (Sniffs)
♪♪♪
(Slicing strike) - Ah!
(Shouts in pain)
- Perhaps you didn't hear me. - (Grunts in pain)
- I asked if you worked for Malcolm Brown?
- Fuck you!
(Violent punch)
Fuckin' bastard!
(Crunching stomp) - (Bellows in pain)
- He murdered Kitchi. Kill him and let's get on with it.
- Oh no, I'm not gonna be killing you dog.
Maclaughlan: Damn it!
- You're gonna take me to Malcolm Brown,
Maclaughlan: My fuckin' ear!
- and I want some answers. Maclaughlan: Fuck you! Jesus!
- Up dog! - (Grunts, shouts in pain)
Fuck you! Fuck you! - Good boy.
♪♪♪
(Native singing)
♪♪♪
(Native singing)
♪♪♪
(Birds chirp)
(Mournful native singing)
♪♪♪
(Feather wafts)
(Mournful native singing)
♪♪♪
I have gathered a group of men who are willing to fight.
Kamenna, the people are with me.
They demand justice.
The men who attacked wore Low River colours.
When Harp returns we'll learn...
Declan Harp can tell us nothing!
He's more like his European father than us.
- Machk!
(Mournful native singing)
♪♪♪
Dimanche: Why go to Malcolm Brown?
This is exactly the kind of reckless move
that got Samoset killed.
- Mind your tongue or I will cut it out.
- Why not go to Kamenna?
- Machk will demand retaliation against the Brown Brothers.
He's probably already moving on the Low River camp.
- Brown is our competition.
Why not let the Lake Walkers destroy them?
- 'Cause that's what Benton wants.
Right? If we're out here killing each other,
it makes it that much easier for Benton
to tighten his grip on controlling the trade.
- The HBC is our common enemy.
They have unlimited resources
and if we are gonna take them and Benton down
we're gonna need all the independent companies
to work together.
We have to stop this war between the Browns
and the Lake Walkers before it happens.
Let's go.
Up!
- (Muffled grimaces)
(Footsteps crunch in the snow)
(Low hum of chatter)
Coffin: Oh God, whose attribute is always to have mercy
and to uh... to spare,
we uh...
- Ach, get on with it, man.
Coffin: We humbly present our prayers to thee
for the souls of thy loyal servants whom thou uh,
whom thou hast called... - Declan Harp.
Coffin: ...has this day called out of this world...
- How in God's name did you let him kill so many of our men?
- We were taken by surprise.
- He knew exactly where to find the Lake Walker boy.
Coffin: ...into the hands of the enemy, nor to,
nor to forget forever, but to, to...
- You dispatched Cedric Brown, did you not?
- I did. I stabbed him myself.
- Did Harp see you kill him, see you take the child?
- No, it's impossible.
Coffin: ...to-to bear them into paradise, yes!
- Would you shut up for one moment!
- (Relieved sigh)
- Chesterfield, remind me,
where did you find young Kitchi?
Chesterfield?
- In the storeroom behind the ale house.
♪♪♪
(Seagulls cry, townspeople chatter)
(Patrons laugh and chatter loudly)
(Door opens)
(Patrons stop talking)
- Leave.
(Chairs scrapping, scrambling footsteps)
♪♪♪
Emberly!
♪♪♪
(Door squeaks shut)
- Lord Benton.
Can I offer you somethin'?
(Sucks his teeth)
- Brandy.
- Of course.
- Something has come to my attention
which is very troubling.
- Oh?
What's that, my Lord?
- The Lake Walker boy.
You did not inform me that he was in your care.
- I dinna wish to waste your time
given your new responsibilities as acting governor
since Mr. Threadwell's untimely death.
- Sparing me the trouble.
Hmm, how thoughtful.
- Exactly, my Lord.
Benton: You've fared well with this place,
a woman, amongst all these rough men.
One might even say you prospered,
but I need hardly remind you that your ale house
operates by license and with my blessing.
- Of course, my Lord, I am at your service,
but without hot food and drink
you might have a mutiny on your hands.
- Oh, I'd never close the place, my dear,
I'd simply award the license to someone else,
someone who fits more comfortably in britches.
I have reason to believe
that you've been entertaining Declan Harp,
feeding him information.
- I have na seen Declan Harp in years,
and I certainly wouldn't allow him in here, my Lord.
- No, of course not.
(Sipping)
Hmm, this is excellent brandy.
It's French, isn't it?
- Yes, my Lord.
- Such a pity it's illegal.
The black market does carry risks, Miss Emberly.
Chesterfield...
search the premises.
Any barrel, cask or bottle that does not have the HBC stamp,
remove at once. (Cup clanks down)
(Receding footsteps)
(Door opens and closes)
(Bottles clank)
- What the hell is goin' on?
- I'll get this under control.
- We need to move those pelts.
- Yeah.
(Crate creaks)
(Fire crackles, men chatter)
(Footsteps crunch in the snow)
(Muskets click)
- Where is he?
Stay here. Stay alert.
(Footsteps crunch in the snow)
(Men chatter)
(Canvas rustles loudly)
- Declan fuckin' Harp in the flesh.
You'd better tell me why the fuck
you're walking around my camp like you own the fuckin' place.
- Oh I found this piece of shit
and I thought you might want it back.
On your fuckin' knees! - (Muffled grunts of pain)
- Huh. Maclaughlan.
- Does he work for you? - This fuckin' thief?
I threw him and some other useless pricks like him
out months ago.
I'd sooner gut him than look at him.
What did he do?
- Attacked the Lake Walker village, half a dozen dead.
- Jesus Christ.
Fuckin' idiot!
- (Grimaces in pain) - He's wearin' your colors.
- So that's why you're here,
to accuse me of murder?
- Is that how you would do business, eh?
Kill your suppliers? (Snorts)
Don't be ridiculous, man.
- Yeah, well, your fuckhead brother kidnapped one of them.
Kitchi...
the Okimaw's grandson? Held him hostage.
- If Cedric had anythin' to do with this
I'll personally rip him a new arse!
- Cedric's dead.
A man named Chesterfield,
Lord Benton's right hand man.
- (Angry exhale)
I'm gonna find this man Chesterfield,
and when I'm finished with him
there won't be a piece bigger than my fist!
- You got a bigger problem, Brown.
The Lake Walkers are seeking retribution.
- I know nothing about no fuckin' attack!
Why would I murder them?
I need their fucking trade!
You...
who told you to do it, hey?
(Violent blow) - (Grunts in pain)
(Kicking viciously) Who fuckin' hired ya?!
Answer me or I swear to Christ
I'll rip your head from your fuckin' body!
(Violent crunching blow)
- He's not gonna talk.
You'll need to talk to the Lake Walkers.
You tell them you didn't do this, otherwise who knows.
(Booming musket shot) Man: Savages!
(Men shout and scream, muskets boom)
- All right. Man: We're under attack!
(Muskets boom, men shout)
(Panicked shouting)
- Lake Walkers, shooting from the forest!
(Loud musket shot) - Ach, come on!
Man: Oh, I've been hit! - Somebody give me a musket!
- He claims he didn't order the killings.
- You believe him?
- This is Benton's work.
It's what he wants, us at each other's throats.
We need proof for Kamenna to stop Machk.
- I could free Maclaughlan,
let him escape and follow him.
If we're right,
he'll lead us straight to Benton.
- All right, do it. Take Michael with you.
- He'll slow me down!
- So teach him.
Dimanche, with me!
- (Men shout, muskets boom)
- Man: Look out! - Ahh!
- Look out! (Muskets boom)
(Blade clangs)
(Binding snap)
- Run, before I change my mind.
- (Panicked breathing)
(Muskets boom, men shout)
- We're goin' after him, right?
- You're going to do exactly as I say.
Man: We need to get in formation, quick!
(Hooves clatter, people chatter in French)
(Footsteps thud)
- Mr. Pond, make yourself at home.
- Mr. Grant would like a word.
- And I'd like you to get out from behind my bloody desk.
- (Grunts)
I have a carriage waiting.
- You may tell your employer
that I donna have time to see him today.
- Actually, I believe you have time right now.
(Gun cocks)
(Classical music)
♪♪♪
(Birds chirping)
- Langmead and Langmead, Lemont Furs,
Levesque and Sons.
You are familiar with these companies?
- Aye, so?
- So each of them are illegally conducting trade in the North
in territory granted to the Hudson's Bay Company,
just as you are.
The most successful is a man named Peter Carruthers,
Carruthers and Co. You know him?
- What if I do?
- You are to speak with him.
You will invite him here tomorrow afternoon.
- Carruthers is my direct competition.
Why would I invite him here to speak with you?
- Because I'm asking you nicely.
I'd do it myself, but I'm new in town
and we're not yet acquainted.
- I think, Mr. Grant, that you misunderstand
the nature of our dealings.
- (Laughs)
(Newspaper rustles)
I loan you money;
you travel North;
you trade;
you return home with furs and you give them to me,
at which point the debt is repaid.
If, in the meantime,
I ask you for a favor and you oblige,
well, Mr. Brown, that's...
that's just good business.
Otherwise, I might be tempted to demand immediate repayment,
which of course would land you in debtor's prison
and from what I understand...
it's rather unpleasant.
Mr. Carruthers.
Here tomorrow.
♪♪♪
- Goodbye, Mr. Brown.
♪♪♪
(Snow scrapes)
(Low hum of chatter)
- Four men dead.
All well trained, tough-as-nails highlanders.
- This is revenge.
- I did nothing.
They are gonna fuckin' pay for this.
- You're in their territory and you're vastly outnumbered.
- You don't know what my men are capable of.
Dimanche: How quickly can they dig their own graves?
Both: (Grunt) (Hard thump)
- (Grunts) - This ends now.
You are not getting into a war with Lake Walkers.
I'm trying to help you.
- Aye, that's what it feels like.
- I'm offering you the opportunity
to take revenge against the man
who murdered your brother in cold blood.
Chesterfield,
the HBC, that is the real enemy.
- (Grunts)
(Pants)
- You will speak to the Okimaw.
You will tell her that you did not attack her people
and you will make peace.
If you do not, you and your men will all die.
♪♪♪
- (Breathing hard)
(Footsteps crunch in the snow)
He's stopped.
- Oh, a fire!
Can we light one, too? I'm freezin'.
- No.
(Exhales)
He's already paranoid. See there?
He twists a little.
He was looking over his shoulder as he walked.
- I don't suppose you know how to build a fire
that doesn't make smoke.
(Inhales and blows)
- Press up your body against mine.
- What?
(Footsteps shuttle)
(Wind gusts)
(Exhales)
Oh.
(Clears throat)
(Wind howls)
(Bird cries)
- You miss London?
- I miss some things about it, sure. (Sniffs)
It's not an easy place to live, London,
(Sighs)
but I had Clenna. Tom.
She's an amazing person, Clenna.
Beautiful, smart as a bloody whip,
never let me get away with shite.
(Sniffs)
Once, we broke into this fancy house
and she tried on this lady's silk dress.
(Chuckles)
She was so happy.
I promised her that one day she'd have a feather bed
and a dress like that of her own.
We would take walks in the park
and she'd be wearing her dress
and I'd be wearing a top hat,
eatin' oranges.
- Oranges?
- Oranges.
Fruit.
They're sweet and round and...
orange.
They're full of juice!
You can suck on 'em or eat 'em.
I've never had one before...
(Sighs)
but I will.
- So you miss her because she looks good in a dress
and you want to wear a top hat
and suck fruit.
- (Chuckles)
Well, when you put it like that it sounds a little--
- The fire's out!
He's on the move again.
(Footsteps crunch in snow)
Coffin: The brandy you drink is the devil's brew, my friends,
and it will take you straight to hell.
You must leave this place and never return,
and once you are outside in the street
you must fall on your knees
and beg the forgiveness of our Lord Jesus Christ!
- Father Coffin, you must be hungry.
I brought you something to eat.
When was the last time you had a meal?
- Some time, I'll admit.
- I am reborn, praise God,
and whilst I bask in His glory I am penniless
and frankly very, very hungry.
- The thing is, Father,
you can't be harassing the customers.
Coffin: Mmm, it's God's work, my dear!
Soon I will have a congregation to support me.
- Up here, Father.
- Lovely. Ah, such blue eyes.
- You'll need something to wash that down.
I'll fetch you some water.
- What about ale, Father?
- Oh no, no, no, no I mustn't.
- No, no, no, the Father is trying to remain sober.
- Oh, it's only a little alcohol.
It's hardly more than water.
(Ale pours)
(Pitcher clanks, cup thumps down)
(Low hum of chatter)
(Fire crackles)
- (Inhales)
T-t-t-to wash down the bread.
- Yeah, that's right.
A little sip can't hurt.
- (Gulping) Mmm.
Emberly: Why the hell did you na warn me?!
Chesterfield: Lord Benton connected you to the native boy
and came straight to you!
- Well, you should stop him! Divert him, whatever it takes.
If his men discover this we're both dead.
- He's just trying to intimidate you to prove a point.
- Well, this should buy us some time.
This place hasna been used in years.
- I'll make sure it stays that way.
- I hope so, Captain Chesterfield
because if these pelts get traced back to me
I will not take the fall alone.
- You think twice before you threaten me!
(Breathing hard)
- Calm down.
We're in this together.
- Did you have me followed,
when I took the boy, Kitchi?
Did you tell Declan Harp?
- Of course not.
- If you're in league with Harp...
- Chesterfield, I'm in league with you
and only you.
I want what you want -
for you to become Governor
and for Benton to disappear.
- (Calming breaths)
I want to believe you, Grace.
- Keep your focus, Captain Chesterfield.
- Yes, of course.
We have to move these pelts fast.
We need to find a buyer in Montreal.
- I'm workin' on it.
You need to steal the company ledger.
If we don't adjust the numbers
Lord Benton will discover the theft.
Bring it to me. I'll deal with the rest.
♪♪♪
- If you're lyin' to me about Harp,
you'll suffer for it,
you and your girls.
♪♪♪
(Door opens and shuts)
- No? Okay. - Yeah? Watch it.
- Move. (Puddle splashes)
(Footsteps splash)
(Door squeaks open)
(Door shuts)
♪♪♪
(Fire crackles)
(Wind gusts)
(Footsteps crunch in the snow)
- Fine.
If it'll end these murders
I'll talk to the fuckin' Lake Walkers.
How do we do this?
- We approach the Okimaw.
We go to her alone and unarmed.
- We could be walkin' into an ambush.
- She is a woman of honor.
I'll guarantee your safety.
- If anything happens to me, my men will attack their camp
and take their revenge and I'll tell her that, too.
- We're going to make peace not threats, Brown.
(Wind gusts)
♪♪♪
We need to give Sokanon and Michael time.
You work with his men,
set up a perimeter around the camp
in case Machk comes back.
I wanna be ready.
♪♪♪
Grant: As you know, Mr. Carruthers,
there is a vast global demand for furs.
Prices have never been higher.
Enormous wealth waiting to be made.
(Glass clanks lightly)
The Hudson's Bay Company has controlled
the northern trade for a hundred years
as if this land and its wealth
is their birthright,
but that, sir, is about to end.
We are about to take the fur trade and make it our own.
Now, I have vast experience, of course.
I made my fortune in the Hudson Valley
and I can assure you
that by sharing information, resources,
and by giving a better price for pelts,
the Native Tribes will abandon the glorious HBC
and trade with us and so--
- Does this gentleman ever fuckin' shut up?
- I beg your pardon?
- I hear that you're in league with them already, Brown.
Is it true?
Douglas: Mr. Grant has made a modest investment.
- Because your ship went down, you had no choice.
Don't mistake me for one of your American friends.
I don't just bend over and show you my arse
at the sound of some pretty words.
- What a shame.
- Perhaps you don't understand what those words mean--
- Grant, I don't need you or your money.
I've trade agreements with Native Tribes.
I have transport, warehousing, ships,
buyers in London and Paris.
I take raw pelts, I turn them into the finest garments.
I have it all.
So my advice to you, Mr. Grant,
is you should bugger off back to New York.
(Slurps)
(Cup bangs down) (Sucks his thumb)
Good luck to ya, Brown.
You're gonna need it.
(Door opens) - You're being hasty, Peter.
You should hear him out!
(Door bangs shut)
D-donna be offended.
- Out.
- His manner's a bit-- - (Violent bang) Out!
(Door opens)
(Door shuts)
(Footsteps thud)
- Shh.
The English, so refined.
- You will speak with Mr. Carruthers...
and you will make him understand my point of view!
(Violent rattling bangs)
Take Brown with you.
- I don't need any help.
- You may need a witness.
- (Small chuckle)
(Patron singing) (Cask thumps down)
- Miss Emberly, Jean-Marc Rivard is here.
(Patrons laugh and chatter)
(Footsteps thud)
(Cups bang down)
- On the house.
- (Slurping gulps) Hmm.
(Cup bangs down) Ah!
I don't suppose you've seen Declan Harp?
He ask me to do something for him and then he disappear.
- I didn't ask you here to talk about Declan Harp.
- No?
- I don't trust you, Rivard,
but it is my belief that you are entirely for sale.
Your discretion can be bought
and I'm willing to pay you well.
- I don't understand this conversation.
- I've got a job for you,
but there are rules. If you tell anyone about it
I've also enough money to have you killed,
which I suspect wouldna cost much.
- Normally a woman will make me dinner
before she threatens to have me murdered.
- There's a man in Montreal,
an American, Samuel Grant.
I believe you have his acquaintance?
I want you to deliver a letter to him
directly into his hands.
- What about?
Why would you need to write a letter--
(Coins clank loudly)
(Fire crackles)
Hm. You don't pay me to ask questions.
- That's right.
- I just arrive from Montreal and now you ask me to go back?
- Would you do it?
- (Sighs)
I assume this is for me?
(Cup scrapes) - Ah.
(Slurping gulps)
(Cup bangs down) Ah.
(Coins clink and thump down)
- Come see me tomorrow.
I'll give you the letter.
(Receding footsteps)
(Door creaks open, bangs shut)
♪♪♪
(Canvas rustles)
♪♪♪
(Lid clatters)
♪♪♪
- (Labored breathing)
(Footsteps crunch in the snow)
(Weak grunts)
Michael: He hasn't been eatin',
he's lost a lot of blood.
He's not long for this world.
(Panting)
- I never thought you would survive this long.
- And what do you think now?
- You learn quickly.
I understand why Harp sees something in you.
And that makes you happy?
♪♪♪
- He's not exactly the easiest man to please.
- He wasn't always this way.
He had a family.
My sister, Nuna,
he loved her,
they were together.
They had a boy,
Mikinok.
♪♪♪
- What happened?
- She was murdered by Benton's men,
and their son too.
Their deaths changed him.
He became wild,
dark.
♪♪♪
What he sees in you,
I think it's himself,
who he used to be.
♪♪♪
- Do you think he's right?
♪♪♪
(Twigs snap)
(Footsteps crunch in snow)
♪♪♪
Benton: Now, Imogen,
why do you imagine I have a spy
in the ranks at the ale house?
- (Breathes in to speak)
- So that Grace Emberly can profit from contraband
behind my back?
- No, m'lord, I...
I didn't recognize the illegal brandy, I...
- Do you know the name Threadwell?
- Yes, my Lord.
- Now there's a man I knew for 32-years,
but when he crossed me he paid the ultimate price.
So what think you I would do to a London whore
who crossed me?
(Fire crackles)
- (Breathes shakily)
- Is there anything else transpiring at the ale house
I should know about?
- No, m'lord.
- And if something were to arise,
you will report it me directly.
- Yes, m'lord.
I would never lie to you. I swear.
- Go.
♪♪♪
(Receding footsteps)
(Scrambling footsteps, birds cawing)
♪♪♪
- You're late, Maclaughlan.
Couple more hours I would have head back to fort.
You better have a good goddamn reason for making me wait
in this shit hole.
- He cut my fuckin' ear off!
- Where are your men? - He killed my fuckin' men!
- Who? Brown?
- No Declan Harp! - Calm down.
(Fire crackles)
So you're alone?
- Aye, and Harp is a devil,
you knew that, you fuckin' knew!
- You failed to bring me Michael Smyth.
Did you at least manage to stir up some shit
with the Lake Walkers?
- We slit some throats, aye,
and they took the bait.
They think it was Brown,
which means you owe me some fuckin' money!
(Coins clink)
- Payment in full.
- (Heavy breathing)
You had me kill the wrong people.
Declan Harp and his people,
they're the bastards you should worry about!
- And a bonus...
for your trouble.
(Coins clink)
- Least I donna to share this with anybody.
♪♪♪
- He's been paid.
- Chesterfield.
- Harp was right.
It was Benton who gave the order.
(Gun cocks)
(Loud boom) - Michael: Jesus!
(Hard thump)
♪♪♪
(Birds caw)
(Coins clink)
- Let's go!
(Water laps)
- Mr. Grant may ask you about me.
You will paint him a favorable portrait.
- Oh, that will be easy.
I will tell him of your great beauty.
- You will tell him that I'm a businesswoman,
that I've much to offer. (Flame sizzles)
If he deals with me he will prosper.
- Business?
You understand Grant is a dealer in pelts, furs.
Ah, I'm not being paid to ask questions.
- For the journey. It's full of brandy.
- Oh, it might last me 'til supper.
(Chuckles) (Coins clink)
- Your price. - Has gone up.
I'll do it, but you must help me find Declan Harp.
- Deliver this first,
then if I know anything I'll share it.
If the seal is broken
I will find out and I will have you--
- You will have me killed.
Yes, uh, I believe you.
Has anyone ever told you you're a disconcerting woman?
- Bon voyage, Monsieur Rivard.
♪♪♪
(Footsteps crunch in snow)
(Canvas rustles loudly) - (Breathing hard)
We were right.
He went to a lean-to. Chesterfield was there.
He paid him and then he shot him.
- Maclaughlan's dead?
- Chesterfield took the money back.
- He didn't see you?
- He didn't, and we covered our tracks.
- Chesterfield? He's the one that killed Cedric?
- Benton's man.
- He could be the fuckin' King of England,
I'm still gonna fuckin' murder him.
- First you're gonna make peace with Kamenna.
You'll come with us. You'll tell them what you saw, okay?
Let's go. Leave your weapons here.
- If Machk is there... - We go in unarmed.
That's the only way that this works.
Michael, you and Dimanche stay in the woods
outside the Lake Walker village
in case Machk or any of his other boys show up.
You think you can do that, Dimanche?
♪♪♪
(Patrons laugh and chatter inside)
(Patrons laugh and chatter in other room)
(Fire crackles)
(Approaching footsteps)
- Father Coffin'll soon be back to his former drunken self.
He won't be harassing the patrons,
we're making sure of it.
(Fire crackles)
For the good of the business. I thought you'd be pleased.
(Fire crackles)
You have good reason not to trust me.
I've been spyin' for Lord Benton.
I can't stop thinking about it
or about how you stood up to him, before.
It was impressive.
- Flattery now?
- I'm trying to say from now on I'm on your side.
You can trust me.
- Get back to work.
(Fire crackles)
(Men chatter)
(Door shuts) (Footsteps thud)
- Carruthers.
- (Sighing heavily)
This had better be good, Brown.
My wife is not amused.
What do you want?
- I'm sorry?
- You sent for me? What the fuck do you want?
- I didna send for anyone.
(Paper rustles)
- "Come to the offices of the Low River Company at once."
Douglas Brown.
- I didna write this.
- I did.
I apologize for the deception,
but I needed to see you, sir,
and I was afraid you wouldn't receive me.
You forgot something at Mr. Grant's earlier today and...
I wanted to return it to you.
(Chair thuds)
(Cautious footsteps)
(Snickers)
- My pistol.
- Oh, it's a beautiful weapon.
Prussian, isn't it?
And you keep it loaded, yeah?
That's wise.
- That was in my fuckin' office,
locked in my drawer.
How the fuck did you get it?
Douglas: What the hell do you think you're doin', Pond?
- I'm returning his pistol.
Go on, hmm?
Take it.
(Thunderous bang) (Hard thud)
- (Panting)
- Hmm.
Oh...
(Blood flowing)
That's gonna be a closed casket.
- Jesus Christ.
- He tried to shoot me.
I was defending myself.
You're my witness.
- You'll never get away with this.
- You're gonna have to clean that up, hm?
Mr. Carruthers has bled all over your floor.
(Receding footsteps)
(Dog barks, children shout, men speak in Cree)
(Dogs bark, men speak in Cree)
♪♪♪
Malcolm: What happened to your people was terrible
and I'm sorry for it,
but I had nothin' to do with it
and anyone who says I did is a liar.
I'm willin' to put the past behind me
and look to the future.
I suggest you do the same.
- (Grunts)
- Kamenna, the man who killed your people,
we followed him to Lord Benton, to his man.
- You saw this?
- He gave him money.
He paid him to attack your village and murder your people.
Malcolm: Benton, not me.
- And what of your brother, Cedric Brown?
Attacking us,
stole my grandson.
Are those lies?
- Now why's she bringin' that up?
That's got nothin' to do with this.
My brother did a stupid thing without my knowledge or consent,
but he paid for it. He's dead,
like my men are dead, all right?
You're not the only one who's been wronged!
- That's enough.
- Why am I the one who has to grovel?
- As painful as the death of my grandson is,
I do wish to look to the future.
I accept your brother acted without you.
- Malcolm, you will make amends for what Cedric did.
Gifts, offerings.
Okimaw, will you accept peace?
(Tent rustles loudly) - Machk!
You shouldn't be here.
Why not?
This is a peaceful meeting.
You betray our people? What is this, Kamenna?
Machk: This man killed our people.
He must die.
- I told you this was a bad fuckin' idea.
- Our business is with Kamenna, not with you.
We come unarmed and in good faith.
We are guests.
- He's right. You have blood on your hands!
- And you listen to Declan Harp, not the people!
They demand justice, Kamenna,
and this man, Malcolm Brown,
must pay for what he has done.
(Crunching blow) - Ah!
- (Grunts) Sokanon: (Shouts)
- Michael.
- We can't do nothin'.
- No. Harp says we stay here.
Machk: Now we will heal the land
of this sickness you bring!
Kamenna: These people are under my protection!
You must not betray that!
Harp: Machk... (Breathing hard)
let them go.
You and I can settle this once and for all.
- Why? When I can kill you all now?
Kamenna: You say the people are with you.
This is not the way we make our decisions.
This is a decision for Iskwewak!
You're acting more like a European!
♪♪♪
If you let them go unharmed,
I'll step aside. You can be Okimaw.
Harp: Kamenna, you shouldn't do this.
- I am good to my word.
Let them leave here unharmed.
- As long as I am Okimaw,
I will not allow the stench of you people near us.
These White People.
Get out.
- You won't be Okimaw for long.
♪♪♪
t be Okimaw for long.