All language subtitles for Frontier.2016.S02E01(EN)

Ah shit.

You have to get away from here.
Understand?

I cannot keep you safe.

Go North.

I'm sorry, this is your only
chance for survival, my friend.

- Samoset.

- You're almost there, brother.

- Am I going to Hell?

- That's just your
Irish half talking.

- I thought you were dead.

- I thought you weren't,
brother.

- Ah... ah...

- Declan Harp and his crew
nearly blew this place apart.

We need to capture Harp
if we want to secure this Fort.

That's why the HBC has offered
to pay 200 pounds for his head.

- You don't have to call.

I see you.

- Look at this. Four pelts.

What did you get?

Show off.

I'll take these to Montreal.

- Make sure
you get a good price.

Our men joined the Black Wolf

because we promised they'd do
better with us than the HBC.

- They joined the Black Wolf
because of Harp.

- He'll find us when he's ready.

- I'll be back
with their profits soon.

- Hey!

Don't get distracted
in Montreal.

- What's the report?

- Nothing yet, sir.
- Nothing on Harp?

- With a bounty on his head,

more bounty hunters
will arrive by the day.

- Imogen!

I am in need of assistance!
- It's only a matter of time.

- Yes, milord?
- I need to release water.

So you're hoping my bounty
hunters will achieve
what you cannot.

You never fail to disappoint me,
Chesterfield.

- I've made progress
in other areas.

- Can you raise your bottom?

- If I could raise my bottom,
I'd raise my bottom out of bed,
wouldn't I?

I don't think it's in.

- Your Thomas?
- Yes, my Thomas!

You've made progress.

- I've been getting
this operation back in order.

- Careful, Chesterfield.

- Tracking inventory properly,

confirming pelt quality
and prices,

ensuring that the HBC still has
its stronghold on the trade.

Things which have been
neglected of late.

- Remove it.

I want Declan Harp's head.

- Then you should've taken it
when he was in your custody.

- It was a mistake
bringing you here.

Oh, how you've failed
to live up to my expectations.

- I'm doing my job.

- Your job was to capture
Declan Harp.

Now you heed my commands,

or I send you back
on the supply ship to London,

where you'll be licking
your lieutenant's boots again.

- Without me,
this Fort will fall.

You, you need me.

- Do I?

I do believe a chimpanzee

could match your
accomplishments,
Captain Chesterfield.

- Huh...
- Now leave.

I wish to eat my breakfast.

- Violating the property
of the HBC?

- This bounty is doing nothing
but attracting

horrible, violent men
to this Fort.

Declan Harp is long gone.
It needs to be lifted.

- It'll never happen.
Not while Benton's Governor.

- That man is a menace.
- Yeah, well, on that we agree.

- I thought you wanted
to turn this place
into something better.

Isn't that why we've been
working together?

- I do, but all Benton cares
about is capturing Harp.

- Then do something about it.

- What exactly do you suggest?

- We're not the only ones around
here who see his madness.

He hanged Governor Threadwell.

He murdered Father Coffin.

Speak to the men.

He's weak.
Take advantage of it.

Malcolm, it's not safe here
in Fort James any longer.

- I came here to kill the man
who killed my brother

and I'll not rest
until that's done.

- Chesterfield nearly beat you
to death, Malcolm.

He is only gaining
in influence here

and you have established
yourself as his enemy.

Things are different here.
- No. To me, they're not.

And I was drunk and
that will not happen again.

- You already lost one brother.

You have another
in a Montreal prison.

Go to him.

Get yourself back on your feet
in Montreal.

For your own benefit, Malcolm.
I'm not giving you a choice.

- Aye. I'll go.

But you mark my words:

I'll be back to finish that
bastard Chesterfield

if it's the last
fucking thing I do.

- We have been trained
to follow orders.

But we are being led
by a governor

with no regard for the HBC
or the Crown.

He cares only
for his personal vendettas,

putting all of us
in compromised positions.

He will make one of us

take the fall for his mistakes.

- I have the scars to prove it.

- He may be
the Governor of this Fort,

but he is not our King.

And he is not acting in
the best interests of the HBC
or His Majesty!

- Agreed!
- Yeah.

- In the name of the King,

it is time we remove

this madman
from office

and re-institute order
and discipline.

We must serve our King,
protect the HBC

and take control of this Fort!

: Yeah!

- Bertrand.

You buying today or selling?

- That depends,
you trap these yourself?

- I did. Skinned them.
Stretched them. The works.

- It's funny, that.

One of my suppliers complained

that an Irish man robbed him
of several pelts.

- I'd like to meet
this Irish fella.

Always looking for capable men.

- How many do you have?

- Ten.

You're offering me that
for ten made pelts?
No deal, Bertrand.

- Considering
they are stolen pelts.

- Why would you give a shite
if they were stolen or not?

- You're a better thief than
you are a businessman.

You should stick
to what you know.

- Bertrand Bernard, how is
my least favorite Montrealer?

- Elizabeth. You have all
the charm of an English woman.

If you've come for the pelts,
it's too late;

they're already spoken for.

- Well, that's unfortunate.

Carruthers and Co. pays
a good price for pelts
delivered to the factory door.

- Oui, Madame.

But I already have
a buyer in mind.

- Surely, you know Samuel Grant
processes his furs in Albany.

Whereas I process mine
right here in Montreal.

- You seem to think you know
a lot about the fur trade.

- My husband taught me well.

- I'm sorry
about his untimely passing.

- Let us hope no such fate
befalls you,

seeing as how you are going
into business

with the man responsible
for his untimely passing.

You're a smart man, Bertrand.

I'll do right by you.

Offer you a fair deal.

- Allow me to consider.

- Why would Bertrand Bernard
sell to Carruthers

without even hearing our offer?

I'd rather see his head
on a platter

than let him do business
with Elizabeth Carruthers.

- That can be arranged.

Chin up.

- If I don't have the supply,

I don't have a deal
with the Marquis.

- Hold still.

- We're the perfect partners
for a Parisian nobleman.

He doesn't want to partner
with a British woman.

- I suppose we'll have
to find a new supplier?

- We can't let her get away
with this. Oh!

- Okay. It's okay, I've got it.

Okay.
Samuel, I'll speak to her.

- There's blood on my breeches.
- I'll get you a clean pair.

And there's still water
in the bathtub if you need it.

- Yes, I think I'd like that.

- Okay. Good boy.

- My God!

Grace Emberly.
How long has it been?

- Captain Gray,
a long while now.

You look well.

- Where is Eddie?

- Who?
- Edward.

Your father.

- Oh, he's in Montreal.

He's been there for a while now.

Can I get you some food?

- Oh, it's you. And I should
hope you have news?

- I do.

Lord Benton,
you are hereby removed

from your post
as Governor of Fort James.

- What is this outrage?

- You will be placed
under Captain Gray's charge

until you return to London,

where you will answer for the
murder of Governor Threadwell,

as well as that
of Father James Coffin.

But don't worry, love.

Everton here will
return with you

to hand-deliver this sworn
affidavit to Lord Fisher.

It's been signed by over 30 men
who swear by my claims.

- You despicable
low-born bastard.

After all I've done for you!?

- This forfeits any control
you may have over this Fort,

or the army who has sworn
to protect it.

- Chesterfield,

you will never be anything more
than a stray dog.

- We shall see.

- Captain Gray, I presume?

- I am.

- Sir, I'm afraid you need
to detain Lord Benton
on the Phoenix.

He's to be returned to London,

where he'll face trial
for the crime of murder.

- This man is attempting
a revolt to seize power.

This is a ploy.

Surely to God, Captain Gray,

it is the duty of you and your
men to help me restore order.

- This is highly irregular.

- Under the provisions of the
Hudson Bay Company's charter,

a Governor who is deemed
unfit to manage

may be immediately
removed from office.

- He's a liar! He's in league
with the French, dammit.

- Captain Chesterfield
is an honest man
whose word you can trust.

- Lord Fisher has instructed me

to consult directly
with Captain Johnson.

Where is he?

- He's dead, sir.

Due to Lord Benton's negligence.

- Darraugh, lead them
onto the ship.

We'll need to lock him up
in the brig.

- Chesterfield,
I will destroy you for this!

- Captain Chesterfield,

this Fort will need
an acting Governor

until Lord Fisher
completes his inquiry.

Are you willing to take on
that responsibility?

- I am, and please assure
Lord Fisher

I am quite ready
to embrace responsibility

on a more permanent basis.

: No. You must
not put that on him now.

- Give me your hand.

- Me?
- Hmm.

- Yes! Fits you perfect.

- You look like my father.

- Pardon me?

- You look like my father.

- Father?

- Yes.

- Whose coat is this?

This is your papa's coat?

: Your dad?

: Father.
- Yes.

- OK...

- You hunt?

Do you have... knife? Knife?

- Savik?
- Savik.

Yes, yes.

Uh...

I'm better with savik.

- Hmm...

: I have to keep it
a secret.

- You can't keep a secret.
- That's not true.

I've never told anyone
of my sister's pregnancy.

- You told me.
- That does not count,
you never met her.

Alright, since you put a knife
to my throat,

I'll tell you what I know.

- Is he alive?

- He was, yes. Last I saw him.

But he was weak.

Not in a condition to fight
these bounty hunters.

- A plate of food or an ale?

- Hmm.

- I'll just set you some aside.

- He's looking to claim
that bounty.

- Those tattoos tell
the story of a man

who spent time in prison.
- Shh.

I don't know what sort of shape
Harp is in,

but he needs to be warned.

- Don't touch me, you ugly shit.

- What'd you call me?

- That's what I called ya.

♪ When I was a little boy ♪

♪ My mother always told me ♪

♪ To me... ♪

♪ ...way all the way ♪

♪ All the way Jehovah ♪

♪ I should only
kiss the girls--

- Imogen.

We're not a brothel.

- Just because I was a whore
doesn't mean
I don't want a bit of fun.

- I could use your hand
in the kitchen.

- I'll see you later, sailor.

- What now?

- Is that any way to speak
to a Governor?

It will be made permanent,
you'll see.

I'm doing the rounds.

I want everyone in this Fort
to be clear

the new Governor will be
running things differently.

- How's that?
- More profitable.

More organized.

Murder and theft will
no longer go unpunished.

- You want this place
to be less violent?

Lift the bounty
placed on Harp's head.

Have you seen the kind
of people it attracts?

- It is now in my power
to do so.

I could even issue the man
a full pardon,

freeing him of all his crimes.

- After everything Benton did
to him, it would seem fair.

- It would.

But I have no reason
to be so kind.

- Some crowd today.

How long a wait?

- Time enough for me
to take two shits.

- Well, I'd best go
stand in line then.

What will these get me?

- Six pelts. Three tokens.

- I don't want tokens.
I want silver.

- No silver. Tokens.

- HBC beaver tokens aren't
worth shite to me out here.

- You'd better watch
your goddamn tone, boy,

or I'll kick yer arse
and take these gratis.

- Hey! Hey!
You thieving bastard!

- After him!

- Oh!

- We're under atta--

- What are you doing?

: Quiet!

: The man became
consumed with revenge.

He let his mother be carried
to sea by the whale.

But the mother's hair
became twisted into a tusk,
as she turned into a narwhal.

- That's his mother.

- Yes.

The circles of revenge
form a chain.

- His revenge didn't
make him happy.

- You can only break the circles
of revenge with forgiveness.

- I bet it's a good story.

- Bertrand...

- Are you two Lake Walkers?

- Not anymore.

- Are you banished?
Are you with Machk?

- Do you see Machk?

- If you plan to rob me, then
fine, but I have no supplies.

- You are Declan Harp's people.

- I heard he was dead.
- Would you like to join him?

- Omaciw.

I have to warn you...

I haven't eaten since yesterday.

You're hurt?

- It's just a graze.

- Get her something to eat.

- Okay.

- Chesterfield, you claimed
you'd make this Fort safer.

- I did.

- Take a look at the mutilated
trapper beaten to bits

outside my alehouse
and tell me how safe it is.

- Who did it?

- I suspect that large
ogre of a man killed him
for vomiting on his boot.

Issue the pardon.

For the sake of my girls,
my ale, for this Fort.

- Doing so would make me appear
weak to my men.

- If you issue a full pardon,

freeing Harp
of all his crimes...

I will agree to be your wife.

Is that not you want?

You said so yourself, you and I
together can rule Fort James.

- Presenting a united front will
work to our advantage, yes.

But why would you
agree to it now,

when you wouldn't agree
to it before?

- You weren't Governor before.

Lift the bounty,

and I'll marry you.

- I don't believe we've met.

- Um, no, ma'am. Um.

I'm Clenna. Clenna Dolan.

- Dublin?
- Excuse me?

- Your accent.
- Oh, I suppose.

It's been a while.
- How did something so lovely

come from
such a dirty little rathole?

I bet you clean up well.

- What are you doing with them?

- We crossed paths
when you were in Montreal.

If this is all you got
for those pelts in Montreal,
we should begin trading inland.

- Most of my share
has been spent.

- On what?

You spent it on that
yellow-haired girl
you're still in love with.

- I'm not.

I feel responsible for her,
that's all.

It's the least I can do after
how things ended between us.

Look, I'm done with getting
a few coins here and there.

We need to start thinking
bigger, Sokanon.

Stealing a pelt at a time, we'll
be forever getting enough money

to get the Black Wolf
back on its feet.

But what if we steal
a bunch of pelts all at once?

- From the Voyageurs?

- No, from the HBC.

- I'd rather not put
the entire Black Wolf at risk,

not without Harp.

- I've been trying to convince
you to go and find Harp
for weeks now, you refuse.

Why?

- What if we can't find him?

I'd rather believe
we're following him,

even if he's not here.

Otherwise, who are we following?

- We're not following anyone
right now, Sokanon.

So let's lead.

- Yeah. Put your hands
right there on my buttocks.

What'd you say?

What'd you say?

- I said, what a fine buttocks
you have.

Be easier to do this
back in your room, no?

- The lady won't have it.

- Would you object to coming
back aboard my ship,

riding it out in my bunker?

- Lead the way.

On your back.

- They'll be lining up
for a turn

if you don't stop moaning
like that.

- Is that a problem?

Well, that was alright.

- You were hungry,
weren't you, lamb?

- Starved.

: This is no way
to treat a Lord!

You will be hanged for this,
Gray, unless you release me now!

Oh, God... a friendly face.

And are you come to spring me
from this wretched hole?

What the devil...?!

(urine trickling,
signing in relief)

- Time for you to sop up my piss
for a change.

- You disgusting whore.

- You are no longer Governor.

And you no longer have
any claim on me.

And I will never
serve you again.

Safe home, milord.

: I want the Marquis
to get a good look at you.

If he asks you about the hat,
you tell him where you got it.

In the meantime,

give this hat box
to Samuel Grant
when you see him.

- I will, ma'am.

What's in it, a load of brick?

- It's a significant gift.

- Thank you.

My inventory is larger,

and of higher quality than any
other company in Montreal.

- Hmm. You know, Mr. Grant,

I am a man who has been
through three marriages.

And people ask:

Mais pourquoi
le Marquis de Beaumont

est incapable d'être
aussi sévère dans le choix

de ses épouses que dans
celui de ses partenaires?

In business, I do not
fall in love so easily.

- Excuse me, sir. Mr. Grant?

- Oh! Well, well.
Bonjour, mademoiselle.

- Sorry to interrupt,

I'm to deliver this to you.

It's a gift
from Elizabeth Carruthers.

- Really? How very kind of her.

What an exquisite hat
you are wearing,

simply breathtaking.

- It's made from 100 percent
Carruthers felt...

- Oh.
- Processed from beaver furs
right here in Montreal.

- You must be
the Marquis de Beaumont.

- You're alright?
- Yes?

- I'm Elizabeth Carruthers.
- Ah, oui.

I just heard about
the Carruthers Factory

from that most exquisite
young lady, wearing your hat.

Where did she go?
- Oh, you mean the Irish girl?

- You must introduce me.
She's lovely.

- Yes, she is indeed lovely.

As is my felt, if you'd care
to come feel it,

and compare it with
anything else here at Market.
- Ah...

- Shall we discuss
our business over drinks?

- We were discussing
fashion and ladies.

When your husband arrives,

then I shall discuss business
with him.

Madame.
- Monsieur.

Retrieve me a Brown Brother.

- Let me go!
Get this thing off of me.

- Screaming won't do you
any good.

- What's going on?

- I had to stop you
from running away.

At least this time,
when your leg heals,
it will heal properly.

- Don't touch me,

or I'll scratch out your eyes,
you bloody bastard!

Oh, no.

- Please.

- What... What are you...

Ah!!!

(bone snapping,
Clenna screaming)

- I've informed the Magistrate
that my husband's death
was self-defense.

So you are practically
a free man.

- What do you mean
"practically"?

- Sign this marriage contract
first.

- Did we not already have
this conversation?

- Well, we did, but now
I'm getting a little desperate.

I need a man to pretend
to run my company.

I don't have time to find one,
so you'll have to do.

I only need a puppet,

something tells me
you'll be rather good at that.

- I'm not going to be
your puppet.

- Alright, remove him.

- No wait! Wait, wait, wait!

If I do it,

I should expect
access to your funds,

and certain...
comforts?

- We shall discuss it.

Right. Let the marriage
ceremony begin.

- Now, you both sign here.

- I can now pronounce you
man and wife.

- Congratulations, Governor.
Ma'am.

- Safe journey home,
Captain Gray.

- Tell Eddie I'm sorry
I missed him.

- Write the notice.

- What notice?

- The notice retracting
the bounty on Declan Harp.

- Oh. Yes, I will.

But the messengers won't be
back until morning anyway.

- Write it now so they can
leave at dawn.

- It's been a long day.
I'll do it in the morning.

- Do it now.

It was the deal.

- But we've not quite made
this marriage official yet.

- This is a business agreement.

- You know,
I always thought my class,

that it would stand in the way
of me getting what I want.

Yet here I am:

Governor.

Your husband. It's more than
I ever dreamed possible.

But you're going to have
to get in my bed
if you want those letters sent.

: Sokanon. He's going
to lead you into trouble.

- What you're doing
is no safer.

- But it might stop another
village from being raided.

- I have sworn to my sister
that I'd protect Harp.

- Your sister is the reason
you should not be going off
with this white boy.

- The trade is here
to stay, Omaciw.

They can't be the only ones
to benefit.

- Our young girls,
not even ten years old,
are being sold off as slaves.

Having to lie with fat old
white men against their will.

If we can save them,
shouldn't we?

Sokanon, you follow Harp
like a dumb blind girl.

But where is he now?

- You ready?

♪ J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle ♪

♪ Que je m'y suis baigné ♪

♪ Il y a longtemps que je t'aime
Jamais je ne t'oublierai... ♪

Hey!

Who is there?

Who's there?

♪ J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle ♪

♪ Que je m'y suis baigné ♪

♪ Il y a longtemps que je t'aime
Jamais je ne t'oublierai ♪

Hey!
♪ Il y a longtemps que je-- ♪

Ah!!

Where is Declan Harp?