♪♪♪
(Startled grunts, breathing hard)
(Distant screech, sharp exhales)
(Grunts)
♪♪♪
(Clothing rustles)
♪♪♪
(Foliage crunches as he crawls)
(Weapons clatter lightly)
(Struggling grunts)
(Grunts)
(Receding footsteps)
(Water flows)
(Fire crackles)
(Blade scrapes rock)
(Readying exhales)
(Flesh sizzles)
(Declan gasps in pain)
(Gasping in pain, sighs)
(Fire crackles)
(Blade scrapes)
♪♪♪
(Native singing)
♪♪♪
(Native singing)
♪♪♪
(Razor scrapes)
(Seagulls cry)
(Door opens)
Everton: I don't care what he's doing!
Lord Benton, Sir.
For reasons I don't pretend to comprehend,
you've confined my company to barracks
and cut our rations. - It's winter.
Rationing is only prudent.
- Captain Chesterfield's men seem to get ample sustenance.
- Do they? - My men are hungry, sir.
If we are to make it to spring, we must have more food.
- Request denied.
Captain Benedict Johnson died two weeks ago,
and still no inquiry-- - Dismissed, Commander Everton.
- Before he was murdered,
you were stripped of your authority.
You, sir, are illegally governing Fort James!
- Agh!
- Starve me now if you want but I will return to England,
and I will report all of this.
I will ensure the full weight of the law
comes down on you, sir.
- Seize Commander Everton.
- What the hell is this? Release me at once!
- Fifty lashes. In the yard.
- What?!
(Struggling grunts, footsteps scuffle)
- Lord Benton is deliberately starving those men.
- I know. - Then do something.
(Cup clanks)
- To confront him now will get me killed.
- So you'd be content with a garrison of dead soldiers,
is that it? - Why do you give a shit
about those men?
- Because it's an opportunity. Earn their loyalty.
With their support as well as your own soldiers,
you can arrest Benton now. Now's the time.
Lock Lord Benton up and you are Governor.
- You'd like that? - Very much.
(Fire crackles)
Good day, Captain Chesterfield.
(Receding footsteps)
(Floor creaks, footsteps scuff)
(Door unlatches and squeaks open)
(Door bangs shut)
(Curtain rustles) - Oh my God.
- (Weak exhales)
- You look terrible. Where are the others?
- I came alone. I need food. Ale.
- Of course. But it's not safe for you here.
Christ, if you're seen... - (Sighs)
Look, Declan, I know why you came back here,
but I'm telling you, you do not need to do it.
Wait! Benton will self destruct.
Captain Chesterfield will move into the Governor's House
and we will have an advantage.
I made an agreement with Chesterfield.
I know how to handle him. Just please, wait.
- If Benton lives, nothing will change.
- And if you fail? Look at you, you can hardly breathe.
- (Pained grunt) - If you die, what then?
There's a patrol out every day.
They've turned this place over three times.
- Are you asking me to leave?
- No... (Fire crackles)
I just... I need to get you somewhere safer than here.
Come on. (Declan grunts in pain)
(Grunting)
Michael: Sokanon, Clenna needs to rest.
Sokanon: Harp's sick, he's been in and out of consciousness
for over ten days. He's in terrible condition.
We have to get to Fort James before he does anything.
- Maybe it's not the best idea to get too close to a man
if he's sick and crazy. - Yesterday you were begging
to be taken back. - Sokanon-
- She needs to move faster not slower.
Clenna: I've had enough of your shite, you know that?
- Jesus, Clenna, don't -- (Hard slap)
- Fuck! - Agh! Ungh!
- Sokanon! Get off her, now! (Panting)
Are you all right?
- (Hard kick) Ungh! - (Hard thud) Oh...
- Maybe both of you need to rest.
(Bird chirps, water flows)
- There is no way Fort James is safe for us.
Is Declan Harp really worth dying for?
- We need to keep moving.
(Water flows nearby, footsteps thud)
(Birds sing)
Emberly: He's cracking up. He's paranoid.
Scaring the shit out of his own soldiers.
- Means he's weak. (Coughs and winces)
- It means he's unpredictable.
(Declan groans)
- Let me see.
(Exhales sharply) Jesus.
- (Sniffs and exhales)
- You can't do it.
Not now. Not like this.
- (Inhales sharply)
(Relieved exhales)
(Groans in pain)
♪♪♪
They're gone, Grace.
My family's dead.
(Weeps)
Benton tortured them.
(Weeps, sniffles)
♪♪♪
- Shhh... it's all right.
- (Sniffles) - Declan?
Declan, you're too hurt to go anywhere.
Now you promise me you'll change your plan.
(Weeping) I've waited so long for you,
you cannot leave me now, not like this.
♪♪♪
- I'm sorry.
I have to do this.
I have to.
(Emotional exhale)
♪♪♪
(Grunts in pain, coughs)
♪♪♪
(Ladder creaks underfoot, Declan groans)
(Door squeaks)
(Sheep bleat)
(Whip lashes, Everton cries out, groans)
(Whip lashes) Everton: Ahh! Ahhh!
Ugh!
(Whip lashes, Everton screams)
(Approaching footsteps crunch)
(Whip lashes, Everton sobs)
Benton: Kill them on sight. (Whip cracks, Everton screams)
- M'lord? - Your patrols.
Should they discover Declan Harp or any of his consorts,
they are to show no mercy. (Whip cracks, Everton screams)
- That's unwise, sir.
- Chesterfield, are you deaf, or simply confused?
- Lord Benton, with respect, what I'm saying is...
is given recent events, we might want to avoid
any more unwelcome scrutiny from England.
- (Quoting The Charter) "We do give and grant
unto said Governor the powers to make peace or war
with any Prince or People whatsoever,
that are not Christians."
(Whip cracks, Everton screams) - Michael Smyth is Irish.
So is the girl. - They won't be missed.
Declan Harp's head is to be stuck on the end of a bayonet
and displayed in the yard.
(Whip cracks, Everton screams)
- People must understand there are consequences
to treachery and treason.
(Everton whimpers)
(Whip lashes, Everton screams)
(Whip cracks, Everton screams)
(Birds chirp and twitter, foliage crunches underfoot)
♪♪♪
- Come on! We have to keep on moving.
- Ahh! (Foliage snaps and crunches)
(Loud crack, Clenna screams in pain)
Michael: Clenna! Clenna: (Gasps in pain)
(Crying in pain) Ahh!
Man: Come on inside. (Fire crackles)
(Low hum of chatter)
Man: No, I know. That's right.
Mary: Two men arrived when you were gone. They asked for you.
The one on the right said he received your letter.
Emberly: Samuel Grant.
- Oh, and Malcolm Brown came in very drunk
asking for Captain Chesterfield.
- What is it with men and fucking revenge?
- All right, you keep an eye on Brown, I'll deal with Grant.
(Men chatter, footsteps clank)
- Welcome to Fort James, gentlemen.
You must be Samuel Grant. Grant: Miss Emberly.
You guessed.
Or did someone spoil our surprise?
- And...? - Cobbs Pond.
At your service.
- Is there a place we can speak freely?
- There is.
(Brandy sloshes, glasses clink)
(Footsteps clank)
- I hope your tastes will not exceed our cellars, Mr. Grant.
- Please. We are not particular.
- The stew was exquisite.
- I was intrigued by your letter.
"The key to Fort James",
I think you described yourself as.
So we decided to make the trek
and meet my mysterious correspondent.
I had no idea how beautiful she would turn out to be.
(Brandy pours)
- If I'd known you were coming, I'd have been more prepared.
- Ah. (Coins jingle)
This is a token of my good faith.
- I dinnae expect you to reply to my offer in person.
- Well, I wanted to see for myself...
(Pouch thunks)
...those wonderful furs you wrote so eloquently about.
- Not until we have an understanding.
- Well, an understanding requires
that I see what I might buy.
- You put me a great risk, sir, by coming here.
- A woman of your enterprise, I assumed had protection.
A redcoat perhaps, hiding underneath your skirts?
In fact, we should present ourselves
at the Governor's House, should we not?
- Yes, sir. - Yes.
- What business do you have with Lord Benton?
- None. Never met the man.
Simply a courtesy.
- My proposal was confidential.
Can I trust you to be discrete? - I understand that discretion
for a woman in your position is paramount.
And that the consequences of discovery
would be shattering.
- Mr. Grant? - Miss Emberly?
- There's nothing I don't know about what happens here.
You need me.
- Of course.
Declan Harp, is he in town?
- I have not seen him.
- A shame.
I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone.
(Fire crackles, footsteps recede)
♪♪♪
(Soldiers chatter in the distance)
(Fire crackles)
♪♪♪
- You made your fortune in American pelts
if I'm not mistaken.
- Fortune? Well, that's an overstatement.
Certainly when compared with the success of the HBC.
- Indeed. Please.
Apologies, that was the last of the moose,
but Cook may be able to scrape up some cold rabbit?
- We ate at the Ale, but thank you.
- And what did you make of our Miss Emberly?
- Who's that? - The proprietress.
- Oh. Yes. Fine-looking woman.
- A whore with more ambition than sense.
Not to be trusted.
Brandy? - Please.
- And what brings you north, sir?
- Well, sir, I'm a private businessman who believes in
identifying and profiting from common interests.
And it seems to-- - Common interests?
- Yes. - You're a competitor.
I'm sure you're aware that it is customary
for a man of your stature to provide a letter of intention
before arriving at Fort James.
- I also believe that things may get misinterpreted
through written correspondence,
and if one wants to make new friends
it must be done in person. - Friends?
Well, if this is a party then perhaps I should pour tea.
- (Small chuckle)
Look to the future, sir.
- I prefer to learn from history.
To the King. Grant: Hmm.
- Mr. Grant, you and your colleague are accustomed
to more hospitable southern climes.
I must caution you that here in the north,
death can be brutal and come without warning.
I do hope you understand the world you find yourselves in.
- I have faced far more formidable circumstances,
Lord Benton, and not only have I survived,
I found the experience...
fulfilling.
But I appreciate your concern for our welfare.
It's late.
(Slurps) Mm.
We are raw from travel.
Perhaps a meeting tomorrow?
I do have a proposition for you.
- You Yankees always do.
Tomorrow then.
(Receding footsteps)
(Door closes, Benton sucks his teeth)
(Howling in the distance)
(Men chatter loudly, door creaks open)
(Door clanks shut)
(Men chatter)
(Footsteps thud heavily)
(Men laugh and chatter)
(Tense music)
♪♪♪
(Floorboards creak)
(Footsteps thud heavily)
(Ale cup clanks)
- (Snorts) Excuse me.
Malcolm: Time was, as wee boys, me and my brother Douglas
wanted to murder Cedric ourselves.
- Ahh, the Brown Brothers. One big happy family.
- He was my blood but the man was stupid,
thick as turf.
We were always cleaning up Cedric's mess.
Drove us mad.
- If your idiot brother is dead it's because he deserved it.
- You knifed him. No trial. Nothin'.
- Get to your point. - (Huffs)
I loved my brother,
so I'm going to cut the inside of your leg
so you bleed like a pig in a butcher shop.
Then I'm going to slice open your guts and shove them
down your throat. And when that's done,
I'll crack your skull and piss on your brains.
Is that pointed enough for ya? (Chairs scrape back)
Emberly: Captain Chesterfield?
Jonathan.
(Seething breaths)
- (Snorts)
(Receding footsteps, Low hum of chatter)
(Curtain rustles)
- Malcolm Brown is drunk and he's grieving.
- I'm gonna gut him like I gutted his brother.
- You want to be Governor? Don't get caught up
in that nonsense. Keep your focus -
and your focus is Benton.
There's been a development.
- What sort of development?
- I sent a letter to Montreal offering to sell Samuel Grant
our stolen furs. - A letter?
Without informing me? - The issue is that he's here.
At the Fort. - Ah, Jesus Christ!
- He showed up with some thug.
They're over at the Governor's House right now.
- This is the consequence of you keeping your schemes from me.
- You need to discover what they're talking about.
- Fine.
I've been thinking about what you said this morning.
- And?
- And I've had a revelation about what should happen
once Benton's gone.
- And what's that?
- You are to become the new Governor's wife.
A marriage would be good for business. No more secrets.
We can plot our next steps without fear of discovery.
And...
perhaps, in-in time,
we could start a family to share our good fortune with.
- Jesus Christ, you're serious.
- You're not gonna do no better.
- I'd rather marry Malcolm fucking Brown.
(Hard slap) - Ahh!
(Hard slap) - Ungh!
(Breathing hard)
- I could take you right now.
In the state Lord Benton's in,
I could do so without fear of reprisal.
But I suspect you would prefer the warmth and security
of a Governor's feather bed.
Yeah?
- (Breathing hard)
(Footsteps thud heavily)
(Low hum of chatter)
♪♪♪
(Inhales shakily)
(Door creaks open and shut)
(Footsteps crunch)
(Exhales heavily)
(Tries to catch her breath)
(Pained grunts and cries nearby)
Michael: We need your help.
- All right, come on.
(Quiet whimpers, shaky breaths)
(Horse snorts, hooves clop)
(Clenna sobs in pain) - Shhh...
- I can't get warm.
- Shh! Have another brandy.
(Liquor sloshes, big gulp)
- Agh! Just... don't leave me!
- I'm right here. Clenna: You'll die.
- I'm not gonna die. I'm not gonna die.
- You just killed one man, Michael. That doesn't make you
a warrior. You don't belong here.
Don't-don't throw me overboard for... for her.
Promise. Promise me. - We shouldn't wait any longer.
- Michael, go get Grace. We need to straighten her leg.
- Even then it might be too late.
- What happens if it's too late? - We get the saw.
- You should drink as much as you can. This is gonna hurt.
- Fuck off, Grace Memberly, it already hurts.
Mary: Shh... Michael: It's all right,
it's all right. Emberly: Ready?
Clenna: (Muffled cry)
(Leg cracks, muffled screams)
Michael: It's all right, Clenna. You're all right.
The worst is over. - No, it's not.
- What? Why? - It didnae set properly.
We're gonna need to do it again.
- (Muffled) Hmm? Mmm... No. - Shhh...
(Struggling grunts, bone cracks)
(Clenna screams)
(Low hum of chatter)
Pond: His frame of mind's not conducive to your proposal.
Grant: Every man's hungry for something -
food, love, money, power.
To know Benton's appetite is to have the upper hand.
- Well, the man seems to have an appetite for blood.
- 'Cause he sees enemies everywhere.
To secure his trust we'll have to both validate his paranoia
and create the illusion of a mutual enemy.
- Or we could just kill him
and negotiate with the next man?
- (Chuckles) I remain open to all options.
(Branch snaps)
- Declare yourself.
- Declan Harp.
Grant: Mr. Harp. Finally.
(Foliage crunches underfoot)
Forgive Mr. Pond,
He's zealously dedicated to my protection,
which I appreciate.
- Why are you in Fort James?
- We're both committed to the demise of the HBC,
are we not?
I've come to judge how long before Fort James falls,
and, if possible,
to give it a little nudge.
This cause could be advanced considerably
if you and your people were to trade with me.
- You deal only with the Black Wolf company.
- That's reasonable, provided you can maintain the volume
to satisfies my needs. Yes.
- Grace Emberly. When the time comes,
you provide safe passage to Montreal or...
wherever she wants to go.
- Done.
Anything else?
- Tomorrow, go for a walk with Benton in the woods,
away from as many soldiers as possible.
- What do you intend to do?
- Bury a knife in his chest and cut off his head.
(Coyote yips in the distance)
- I respect a man who is straight and fair.
Common interests.
Agreed.
(Foliage crunches underfoot)
♪♪♪
(Receding footsteps)
♪♪♪
(Declan coughs and gags)
(Exhales heavily, breathing hard)
- You shouldn't have followed me.
- What would you have done if it were me?
- Where's Michael?
- With Clenna.
You can't trust Grant. You can't trust anyone.
- Grant has as much interest in Benton being dead as we do.
- Let me go with you and I'll finish this with one arrow.
- I have to do this myself. - You don't!
- We can't all die-- - None of us has to die!
- He has taken them from us.
You don't know.
He said things and did things,
that I can't get out of my head.
I have to end him,
for her, Nuna,
for my boy, for us.
- She wouldn't want this.
Declan, I abandoned everything to follow you.
We have fought side by side all this time.
Please, I don't want this for you.
(Hard thump) You are all I have left.
- You have Michael. He's ready. - He's not!
- Then you keep testing him until he is.
You finish what we started.
You destroy the garrison. Re-establish trade
with the Lake Walkers-- - Machk won't--
- Machk will listen to you.
He has to, or his people will not survive the winter.
Once I kill Benton, you swear to me,
you leave his empire in ashes.
Swear to me you'll do this.
Come here.
(Exhales sharply)
(Seagulls cry)
(Low hum of chatter)
(Footsteps crunch)
(Low hum of chatter)
(Tense music)
♪♪♪
Malcolm: So?
What did you want to tell me?
♪♪♪
- Captain Chesterfield has a habit of walking
through the Fort, alone,
checking on his patrols and sentries.
Where you and I are standing is the likeliest place
you can surprise him
and avenge your brother's murder.
(Receding footsteps crunch)
- (Groggy grunts)
Where's Michael? - Gone.
(Approaching footsteps)
Emberly: All right, ladies, downstairs. Time to open up.
(Receding footsteps)
- How are you feeling, Clenna?
- It's throbbing.
- More brandy? - Mmm.
I feel like I've been in pain
ever since I got on the boat that brought me here.
- Well, it hasn't killed you.
Must have made you stronger.
- Don't feel strong. - Well, it's not many men
can go through what you've been through and still be talking
right now. You're strong.
You know, we women can take more pain.
In this place, that's the greatest advantage
a person can have.
And because we can take the pain,
you and I,
yeah, we're capable of things here that...
we would never have thought possible.
Michael: And you just let him go?
After killing ourselves to get back here,
after Clenna almost lost her fucking leg?!
- Harp trusts you, Michael. Now you have to trust him.
- And if he dies?
- (Sharp exhale) - Well?
- I swore I wouldn't follow him.
- This is rubbish.
Being loyal to him doesn't mean letting him commit suicide.
- I don't expect you to understand.
♪♪♪
- I'm going after him.
(Receding footsteps thud, door creaks shut)
(Foliage crunches underfoot, crow caws)
(Hard thump) Agh! Agh!
(Blade rings) - Redcoats cannae resist
other people's silver, hey? - (Growls menacingly) Ahh!
- Gah! (Hard thud)
(Fighting grunts, hard punches)
Malcolm: (Growls menacingly) - Come on!
(Hard punches, fighting grunts)
(Fighting grunts) Malcolm: Ungh! Agh!
(Groans in pain)
- Come on. Come on! - Agghhhhhh!
(Hard thud) - Agghhhhh! (Hard punch)
- This is for my brother, Sassanach.
- (Screams) - Ungh!
(Hard punches, pained grunts)
- Agghhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!
(Brutal punches) Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!
- Wait, Captain Chesterfield! In God's name, please!
- (Breathing hard) (Punching) Ungh! Gah! Gah!
- Captain Chesterfield, you must stop!
(Hard punch) - Aggghhhhhh! (Breathing hard)
♪♪♪
(Spits)
(Receding footsteps)
- Get out of my fucking way!
(Foliage rustles)
(Branch snaps)
- You aren't supposed to be here.
- I chose to be here.
Grant: Beautiful grounds.
Benton: Yes, Kensington fucking Gardens.
Get to your proposition, Mr. Grant, it's cold.
- I would like you to take a message back to the HBC
on my behalf.
- Why would I do that?
- Because it will make you richer.
- A bribe then? - It's an incentive.
Tell them it makes more sense for them
to trade their furs through Montreal.
There's a ready port that's open
far longer than Fort James.
- And you would be our partner there?
- Exclusively. Yes.
Here you have enemies on all sides.
Montreal is safe,
it is immune from Native attack;
there are banks,
there are warehouses with abundant coal to heat them
and men to work in them. Men the HBC would have to...
feed or arm.
- You have stones, Mr. Grant. But if you think
I won't cut them off and feed them to the ravens
you're wrong.
Grant: Remember Bunker Hill, Lord Benton.
After your so-called "victory",
more than a thousand British dead
left in the mud to rot.
Winning a battle when the war is already over -
I don't think that's a history you want to repeat, is it?
- I don't know you, Mr. Grant.
And I'd be a fool to make such a recommendation
based on a walk in the mud.
- Lord Benton, (Pensive breath)
if I could say something to you, right here,
right now, in this minute, to earn your trust,
would you, as a matter of honor,
agree to carry out my request?
- Try me.
- Declan Harp is behind one of these trees,
preparing to kill you.
- Alone? - So I am informed, yes.
♪♪♪
(Footsteps splash)
Harp: Ungh! Guard: Agh!
(Struggling grunts)
(Hard blade strike) Benton: Aggghhh!
(Hard punch) Guard: Ungh!
- Kill the boy!
- No!
(Hard knife strike) - Aggghh!
(Pistol cocks)
♪♪♪
- (Breathing hard)
- Go.
Malcolm: (Chokes and coughs)
Emberly: Malcolm, stay still.
- Praise the Almighty, you shall live
through this day, Mr. Brown!
- And Chesterfield? - Alive. Thank God?
- I'm not finished with him! - God's will and God's miracle.
A miraculous escape from the jaws of death.
- (Angry grunt) - Malcolm, stay still!
(Malcolm groans in pain)
(Hammering)
(Fire crackles) Benton: Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't have the pair of you hanged.
- Is that how you would reward us for saving your life?
Hang two Americans on a trade mission -
the HBC won't be the only ones who start asking questions.
- You think your compatriots will start a war in your name?
I'd have thought such a ridiculous bluff beneath you.
- Those who know me know I don't bluff, Lord Benton.
Your Company, your King,
they won't want the news of a murderous madman in the north
to reach their customers and allies.
And if it does,
you can be sure you'll meet your own end at the gallows.
- The Charter of the Hudson's Bay Company
empowers me to raise armies and wage wars
against all its enemies.
- I am no enemy of the HBC, I am a businessman,
I am a Christian.
I am well aware of the Company Charter.
(Uneven footsteps)
- (Sighs)
I will let you live,
but you are to leave Fort James immediately.
If I do not receive word of your departure,
then you will suffer the same fate as Declan Harp
and be hanged as conspirators.
You may go.
- I look forward to our next encounter.
(Receding footsteps)
(Door creaks shut)
♪♪♪
(Water laps gently)
Sokanon: I saw a gallows being built at the garrison.
Harp will hang tonight.
- Then that's when I'll do it. - Do what?
- I'll blow up the magazine. The powder's already there.
- A diversion.
- When you give Harp his last rites,
slip this into his hands.
Grace, we're gonna need your help as well,
along with Imogen and Mary. - Of course.
What do you intend to do about Clenna?
(Fire crackles, rushed footsteps)
(Crutch clunks, door opens)
- Your coat, you need your coat.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- We don't have time to argue, Clenna.
- No, I-I can't! Okay, I want us to be together, but I can't.
- What? - I want us to have children.
A home. A life.
- I want that, too.
- I can't do that out there, in the forest!
- Clenna... they're gonna kill Harp,
and then they'll kill me.
- Grace can help us, all right?
We'll make it to spring and then we can go home.
- I won't go back to England.
This is where I belong now.
- Then... (breath hitches)
goodbye, Michael.
♪♪♪
(Rustling)
♪♪♪
- Goodbye, Clenna.
(Kiss)
(Door opens and closes)
♪♪♪
(Wolves howl)
(Furtive footsteps)
(Running footsteps)
(Metallic clanking)
(Latch clanks, door opens)
(Footsteps thud heavily)
(Breathing hard)
♪♪♪
(Metallic clanks as muskets shift)
♪♪♪
(Fuse spool creaks)
Coffin: ... through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil.
Thy rod and thy staff comfort me
all the days of my life
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord.
(Rope tightens)
- (Angry breath)
(Arrows strike, soldiers grunt)
(Bodies thud heavily)
(Breathing hard)
Coffin: In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti,
exstinguatur in te omnis...
♪♪♪
Exstinguatur in te omnis...
virtus diaboli per...
impositionem
manuum nostrarum,
et... per...
invo... invocationem.
(Torch snaps)
Coffin: Martyrum, Confessorum,
Virginum... Apostolorum...
♪♪♪
(Slicing)
(Striking flint repeatedly)
(Torch hisses)
(Wick hisses and sparks)
(Loud explosions)
(Witnesses shout in surprise)
Chesterfield: Fire Brigade to the magazine!
(Men and women scream and shout)
(Muskets fire) - We're under attack!
I want men on that ridge. - Right away, Sir.
- Secure the Fort! - Drop him! Drop him now!
(Heavy thud) - Agghhh!
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(Soldiers shout) - You five with me!
(Muskets fire)
Take Lord Benton to his house.
(Rope breaks) Sir, go with these men.
Sir--
- In the name of God Almighty, stop!
(Pistol fires) - Agghhh!
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(Arrow strikes)
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(Musket fires loudly)
- (Screams in pain)
Chesterfield: Take him! Take him! Go!
(Men and women shout, guns fire repeatedly)
(Heavy breathing, footsteps crunch)
(Declan grunts and groans)
(Grunts)
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(Pistol fires)
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(Fire crackles)
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- (Breathing hard)
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(Stumbling footfalls)
(Heavy thud)
(Breathing hard)
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(Heavy thud)
(Gentle wind blows) )