Original subtitles

(Ominous music growing

louder and louder)

♪♪

(Ominous music)

♪♪

(Knife scraping on flint)

Man: Tremblay! Viens ici!

Soldiers: (Whimper in fear)

(Knife scraping on flint)

- Papa...

(Knife scraping on flint)

- Please wait, please!

Have mercy.

(Knife scraping on flint)

Please.

(Knife stops scraping)

(Other soldiers whimper and cry)

Harp: This is your own doin'.

- (Trembling breathing)

- This is not your land.

You shouldn't be here.

- (Trembling breathing)

- But don't worry...

I'll be seein' ya.

- (Gasps)

(Blood splashes and gurgles)

- (Agonized grunt)

(Violent thuds) Ah! Ah!

(Grotesque gurgle)

- (Terrified screams)

(Violent stabbing hacks)

(Blade slicing)

(Bloodcurdling scream)

(Deathly silence)

- (Breathing hard)

Take the guns, pelts,

powders and supplies.

Leave nothing.

Man: Philippe, come!

Man 2: Whatcha done?

Ensign Campbell:

(Pants and gasps)

(Grunts)

Samoset: I found him hiding.

- (Panting)

- Do you know who I am, boy?

- (Panting)

Declan Harp.

(Panting)

- I want you to do me a favor.

I want you to run on home

and I want you to tell him.

You tell him I'm here.

(Grunting thud)

(Panicked gasps)

- You're lettin' him live.

Word will spread.

They'll know this is you.

(Running footsteps)

- I'm countin' on it.

♪♪

(Native singing)

♪♪

(Native singing)

♪♪

♪♪

(Hooves clatter, horse snorts,

Londoners chatter)

Chesterfield: (Reading)

"Declan Harp then bound

the three soldiers

and began torturing them.

He cut off most of their skin,

removed their fingers,

(Cutlery clinks)

disemboweled them,

and while they still lived,

removed their genitals.

(Cutlery clinks)

Once he was finished,

he executed 'em.

He made off with the entire

cache of pelts

from the outposts,

as well 12 kegs of gunpowder,

(Sharp spit)

sixteen muskets,

(Knife scrapes on flint)

and two weeks worth

of provisions."

(Knife scrapes on flint)

- Impressive.

- That's high praise indeed,

coming from you, Lord Benton.

(Knife stops scraping)

(Fire crackles)

I just mean...

that your methods...

are somewhat legendary.

- Hmm.

(Knife scrapes on flint)

Anyone can remove a body part,

Captain Chesterfield,

the trick is to be able to do it

while keeping the captive alive

so as to obtain the information

they withhold.

- One of the tongues

of the slain was removed.

- Defeats the purpose,

don't you think?

Remove the genitals

and the tongue will move.

- I could have Harp and his men

drawn and quartered

within two days of landing

in the New World!

- What do you know

of Declan Harp?

- I know he's half-Irish,

half-native.

You trained him yourself,

and you held him in high esteem

before his betrayal

of the Company.

Send me.

I'll bring you back whatever

part of Declan Harp you want.

- Our profits are declining,

Chesterfield.

We are losing millions.

This is a matter

I must personally see to.

- Sir, Harp is little more

than a wild animal

livin' in the forest.

- Living with the natives,

developing trade routes,

gaining their trust.

His savagery is precisely

what makes him dangerous.

(Gasps in pain) Ah!

(Cutlery clatters)

♪♪

Besides...

Declan Harp's defiance

has the potential

to be a much bigger problem.

He makes us appear weak

to our competitors.

Killing him is not enough.

(Fire crackles)

We must make an example of him.

We must make him suffer.

(Seagulls cry)

Shop owner: Stop! Thieves!

Michael: Come on, Clenna,

I thought you could

keep up with the boys!

- Shut yer arse, Michael Smyth!

- Good, say our names

loud and all!

(Sliding footsteps)

Michael: Lose him in

the market, double back!

(Canvas rustles)

(Panting)

Shop owner: Hey, stop!

(Running footsteps fade away)

Both: (Laugh nervously)

♪♪

- Ah, no wonder you're so slow,

you can't see a thing

under there.

- One eye is all I can handle

with your ugly mug.

♪♪

(Canvas flutters)

- (Gasps)

Tom: What's going on here now?

(Hard thump)

- Savin' your sister's all.

You're welcome.

(Dismissive exhale)

- That'll be the day.

- Merchant's gone.

Let's see what's for dinner.

(Sack rustles, fruit

and vegetables thump down)

- It's rotten.

All of it.

- You grabbed the rubbish sack.

We can't keep doin' this.

We need to nick something big

or we're not gonna survive

another winter here.

- You make it sound so easy.

(Low hum of chatter,

footstep crunch)

- I never said it was

gonna be easy.

♪♪

- The ship!

- Where would we hide it?

- We're not gonna nick

the whole ship, you dimwit.

We're gonna rob it.

- This is bollocks.

Look how heavily guarded

that boat is.

- It's perfect.

Tom: No, it's pretty fuckin'

far from perfect!

- There's no way we can

get near the gold.

- If there's even any onboard

it'll be guarded like

a virgin's honey pot.

- We're not goin' for the gold.

- Then what are we goin' for?

(Barrel scrapes)

- Gunpowder.

- Gunpowder, is it?

Could you pick somethin' that

won't blow the face off ya?

- Do you know what we could get

for a keg of black powder,

Clenna?

(Horse whinnies)

'Cause I'm done with this shite.

Even if we're caught and hanged

we're no worse off.

I need somethin' more,

we need somethin' more.

I want a life for us together,

free from this misery.

Besides, if we can't summon

the courage to steal

a keg of black powder from a

bunch of fat English arseholes

then we deserve to die

in this hell.

(Crickets chirp, loon warbles)

(Water laps softly)

(Loon cries)

(Waves lap)

- Bang. Bang.

(Hard thud)

- (Grunts, gasps nervously)

- Hello, Rivard.

- Right on time, Harp.

(Exhales nervously)

(Coins clink)

Ah, these are spectacular

quality!

How many more of these

are you able to get?

- For you? None.

- I'm confused.

Perhaps you don't understand

my French accent so well.

- I understand you.

(Coins clink)

Rivard: Then why refuse

a paying customer?

- Well, that's a conversation I

need to have with your employer.

- Ah, I work for no man.

I work for the Fleurs-de-Lis.

- You work for

the highest bidder.

Samuel Grant,

a wealthy American

new to Montreal.

- Grant is one of several men

with whom I do business.

- I wanna meet him.

- (Small chuckle) No.

Why would you want such a thing?

- Do not overestimate

your standing.

You're just the middleman.

- I cannot do business

like this.

- I guess I'll take my business

to one of your competitors.

- No, okay, okay!

I'll speak to Grant.

I'll try to set up a meeting,

but he's going to ask

what you have to offer.

This amount of furs

will not be enough.

(Woodpecker pecks)

(Waves lap gently)

- The Lake Walker tribe.

- The Cree?

You have an agreement

with them for trade?

- I will.

- Fine.

But if you cut me out

of this you...

uh, you will, uh, very badly

hurt my feeling.

- Set it up, Rivard.

(Ominous music)

(Exhales nervously)

(Boats creaking)

(Bell tolls in distance)

(Footsteps thud lightly)

Mule: What's all this fuss

about pushin' off tonight?

Guard: Lord Benton is in some

kind of hurry,

and I ain't gonna be the one

who gets in his way, Mule.

- Oh, bloody pain in my arse.

(Sniffs, grunts)

I'm taking a piss.

(Grunts with effort)

- Did you see the size

of that one?

- This changes nothin'.

If anythin' it's more reason

not to get caught.

Tom...

if there's any sign of trouble

make a serious racket

and we'll sneak off.

Be careful, Clenna.

- Don't act like you care,

Michael Smyth,

that's how babies are made.

(Quiet steps)

(Quiet steps)

(Door handle rattles)

♪♪

(Scratching)

(Lock clicks open,

door squeaks open)

(Door opens above, keys jangle)

(Footsteps on ladder)

♪♪

(Door clicks shut)

(Footsteps recede)

♪♪

(Metallic clink)

♪♪

(Door squeaks, bangs shut)

♪♪

- Powder.

Gently, or the last thing

to go through your mind

will be your arse!

- (Giggles)

(Lock clicks, door squeaks)

♪♪

(Footsteps on ladder)

♪♪

- Clenna, a little help please.

Having a lunch, were ya?

Ooh, what the hell?

- He said if I yelled

he'd kill you!

- Shut your mouth!

Now, what are we gonna do

with you shit rats, huh?

(Violent whacks)

(Grunts in pain)

(Hard kick, grunt)

- Run!

- I got 'im!

(Vicious stabs)

- (Grunts and shouts)

(Loud splash)

- Tommy!

- (Shouting)

(Vicious punch, grunt)

(Punishing blows)

- (Pained gasp)

Clenna, run, run!

Soldier: They're on the run!

(Bullet cracks)

(Gun booms)

Over there!

♪♪

(Loud splash)

(Hard thump)

Mule: Where is he?

Guard: I think he jumped.

Should we report this?

Mule: Fuck to that.

Search the ship.

Make sure there ain't

any more of 'em.

- (Panting)

(Scrambling footsteps)

(Gasping for breath)

(Wind blowing and whistling)

♪♪

(Deck hands shout in distance)

(Door creaks open, bangs shut)

Deckhand: All right?

Deckand 2: Two!

Deckhand: Give me some line!

A little looser!

Deckhand: How's that?

Officer: All that squared away!

- No.

- All right watch your backside!

- Oh no no!

Deckhand 2: Swing it around

now, lads! Hey!

Vanstone: Did you hear

about last night?

Cook: No.

Vanstone: Three little shits

tried to sneak onto the ship,

two boys and a girl.

(Door squeaks open then shuts)

- What happened to the filthy

little bastards?

- Ah, Mule killed one of 'em,

says he stabbed him

and tossed him overboard.

- What about the girl,

she dead, too?

- Nah, got nabbed.

She'll be under lock and key

at Bow Street,

she's a pretty little thing.

They're gonna eat her alive

in there.

Cook: (Chuckles unpleasantly)

(Door squeaks, bangs shut)

(Deckhands yell back and forth

on the deck)

♪♪

(Clattering thud)

♪♪

(Sniffs)

♪♪

(Emotional exhale)

(Dull clank)

Clenna: (Grunts and gasps)

(Loud struggling)

(Door bangs open loudly)

(Clattering footsteps)

(Metallic bang)

- Stop it!

- Can never be too sure.

- My brother just died!

(Crying)

(Sniffles)

- I can comfort you.

(Scratching swipe) Ah!

(Vicious slap)

Get her in there!

- Don't!

(Door clanks shut)

No!

(Keys rattle)

Come back here! Please!

(Door thuds shut)

(Sobbing) Please!

(Lock clicks)

(Sobbing) Please.

(Seagulls cry)

(Waves lap gently)

(Geese honk)

(Townsfolk chatter)

(Footsteps crunch in the gravel)

(Seagulls cry)

(Door opens)

Threadwell: Let's get,

let's get the raw cheese!

(Muttering)

Coffin: Good evening.

(Patrons chatter)

- A long journey!

You must be thirsty, Father?

- Dry to the very bone,

Ms. Emberly.

I see that Governor Threadwell

is your guest tonight.

- Every night.

(Bottle rumbles)

- I'm afraid my profession,

though spiritually rewarding,

leaves me with an empty purse.

- Well then, you're in luck.

There is another currency

I can accept as you well know.

(Patrons laugh)

- There's news from

the North Labrador Sea.

A ship, on its way here,

rounded the head of

Hudson's Bay a fortnight ago.

- Who's onboard?

- A senior HBC Company man.

(Liquor pours)

Very important.

I'll find out tomorrow,

you have my word.

Threadwell: (Groans)

- In the meantime...

Threadwell: I require...

I require many things.

I require brandy and

I require you, my dear,

on your knees,

with your skirts up

over your head!

(Laughs drunkenly)

- You've missed the fact

that I am wearing britches,

Governor Threadwell.

- Uh, perhaps the Governor

knows who's aboard that ship...

coming down the Bay,

a Company brig.

- That would be Lord Benton

with my reinforcements.

It's about bloody time.

He's a formidable man, Benton.

We fought the Prussians

together.

He once saved my life

twice in one week!

(Bottle thumps down)

Reinforcements!

Patrons: Reinforcements!

- It makes sense.

Lord Benton's outpost

was burned, his men killed.

He wants to handle it

personally.

(Liquor pours)

- Bringing with him the power

and might of the great Company

with the backing

of all England herself.

God help us all.

- No, Priest,

what he brings is opportunity.

♪♪

(Waves crash, wind blows)

♪♪

Cook: Down here, let's go.

(Quiet clattering)

(Door clanks open, shuts)

Come on, hurry up!

So did you get those plates?

Galley Boy: Yes, sir, the ones

from Lord Benton's cabin.

Cook: And the other thing

I asked for, did you get that?

- Yes.

- Then give it here!

Very nice.

- You can't keep making me

steal things!

They'll find out.

- Shut your gob!

No one'll find out,

and if you tell, boy,

I'll slit your throat!

What's this?

What do we got here, then?

You dirty bugger!

Been down here all this time,

have ya?!

Eating my biscuits?!

Chesterfield: All hands

on deck!

Officer: All hands on deck!

(Loud shouting and chatter)

- Let's go! Let's go!

Benton: Someone among you

has taken something

that belongs to me.

This is your opportunity

to step forward

if you wish to have mercy shown.

No one? I want everyone

on this ship searched.

Cook: I have it here, my Lord!

I found it on this uh...

on this, on this stowaway.

This lad ducked down

in the hold.

He must've snuck into your

quarters and stole this.

I wondered whose it was.

- Throw him overboard.

- He's lyin'! It was him!

It was the boy!

The Cook made him do it!

I heard them in the cargo!

- Wait.

Where are you from?

- (Frightened breaths)

Ireland.

- The South Country

by the sounds of it.

- Yes. I'm telling the truth,

my Lord.

The Cook made the boy do it.

Check his bunk, he has more.

- Lyin' bastard!

♪♪

- Check his bunk.

(Knife snicks)

Deckhand: Right...

- Watch out!

(Punishing punches)

(Onlookers shout loudly)

Galley Boy: (Gasps)

(Knife clinks)

Benton: Now here's a man who

appreciates a sharp blade.

- I... No!

(Wet stab)

(Grunts in pain)

(Heavy thump)

(Ring clinks)

♪♪

- Brave lad, aren't you?

What's your name?

- It's... Michael Smyth.

- Take the Galley Boy

below deck.

We'll deal with him later.

And get young Michael here

some food and a bunk.

Officer: You heard the man!

(Approaching footsteps,

giggling)

(Knock at the door)

- Come!

(Women giggling)

- Should we talk later

when you're...

less distracted?

- Do I look distracted to you?

Chesterfield: No, sir.

(Door shuts)

(Women giggle)

Benton: At last count, there

were nearly a dozen companies

cutting into our business here:

Declan Harp,

the Scottish Brown Brothers,

and a handful of other

parasites out of Montreal.

They are all choking off

our trade.

- This is all our territory.

- Only if we can control it.

We must first destroy

Harp's operation.

It will send a message

to the others:

we will not tolerate

competition of any kind.

Attempt it and you will

suffer the wrath

of this great Company.

Chesterfield: The problem, sir,

we can't destroy him

until we know where he is.

He has hidden eyes everywhere.

How are we gonna get

close to him?

A Trojan Horse.

(Knock at door)

Which has just arrived.

Come!

(Door opens)

(Woman giggles)

- You wanted to see me,

Lord Benton?

Imogen: Ooh, this one looks

young and strapping.

(Other woman giggles)

Benton: Some respect.

This man saved my life.

Come in, Michael.

(Door squeaks shut)

Did they feed you?

- They did, yes, thank you.

Benton: And you had a chance

to rest properly.

Michael: Yes.

- Good.

Now it's come to my attention

that you and your friends

tried to rob a keg of powder

from my ship?

- Right. That. It's a...

It's a bit of a

misunderstandin', my Lord.

Benton: I'm convinced of it.

You risked your health

to disarm a dangerous man today.

I am obliged to repay you.

- It's not necessary,

but if you insist

I find gold to be the easiest

for such transactions.

- You've never seen a piece

of gold in your worthless life,

boy.

Benton: Pay no attention

to Captain Chesterfield,

he has a delicate constitution

at sea.

A man needs to make his own way

in this life.

No handouts.

(Women giggle)

But how would you like to work

for the most powerful company

in the world?

- How do you mean?

- I need you to find someone.

A trapper - Declan Harp.

His father was originally

from your part of the world.

You will tell him that you were

a stowaway on this ship

and that you want to make

your fortune in the fur trade.

Chesterfield: Countrymen

helping each other out.

That's your way, innit?

- You will gain his trust.

Then you will return to me

with his exact location

and the number of men

under his command,

for which you'll be paid

handsomely in silver.

Chesterfield: And we'll forget

all about those robbery charges.

- There was a girl with me.

Clenna Dolan.

Her brother was killed

in the attempt

and she's been taken

prisoner in London.

She's paid her debt

with the loss.

- Clenna Dolan.

(Pen scratches)

I'll send word

the next ship back.

She'll be released.

And the Cook's boy,

he goes free as well.

- Don't push it.

- Done.

♪♪

- This Declan Harp,

how will I find him exactly?

- We have a guide at Fort James

who can take you

into the wilderness.

(Coins clink)

Let it be known that

you're Irish

and looking for your countryman.

Spread that about and the

chances are Harp will find you.

- I won't let you down, sir.

- I hope not, for sweet young

Clenna's sake.

(Birds chirping)

(Hooves clop,

townspeople chatter)

♪♪

(Doors open)

(Footsteps thud lightly)

- Who is this muskrat, hmm?

- Jean-Marc Rivard here

to see Mr. Grant.

(Door squeaks shut)

Mr. Grant, thank you

for seeing me.

Oh, that's a beautiful coat.

I don't believe

I've ever seen its source.

- It's seal.

- Oh, from the ocean?

Hard to set a trap there, huh?

(Laughing)

Uh...

I-I need you to travel North

with me up to James Bay.

There's someone you should meet.

- You asked me to meet with you

so that you could ask me

to meet with someone else?

- Well, when you put it that way

it seems somehow a bit silly,

but, uh, this man

is a special supplier

looking for a particular

type of buyer.

- So why didn't you bring

him here?

- We have to go to him.

- I pay you to meet with

these suppliers

so that I don't have to.

Perhaps I should find

someone else

who understands what I need.

Rivard: What, like a wife, eh?

(Stutters)

He will only speak with you.

Mr. Grant, I would hate for

you to miss an opportunity

to make a lot of money.

- And who is this supplier?

- Declan Harp.

Grant and Pond: (Chuckle)

- The man who used to work

for the Hudson's Bay Company

and now steals from them?

That's who you want me to meet?

- It sounds bad when you put it

like that.

Grant: Does it?

I've no intention of traveling

into the wilderness

to meet with a notorious

cutthroat.

You may leave me.

- No, no, no! You two have much

in common, Mr. Grant!

You are both men on the rise!

You are both ambitious,

intelligent.

You are the men of the future!

Harp's power is growing.

He can deliver

the Lake Walker tribe

and all their furs!

Work with him and with me,

we could destroy

the competition.

Lord Benton,

the Hudson's Bay Company,

wipe them off the map!

♪♪

- Okay, Monsieur Rivard,

(Fire crackles)

I will meet with Declan Harp...

but he comes to me.

(Brushes scrape)

Deckhand: All right!

Deckhand 2: Tie it down, man!

Tie it down!

Men: Land ho! Land ho! Land ho!

♪♪

Galley Boy: It's the New World,

Michael!

- I've never seen anything

like it.

(Deckhands shout and chatter)

(Workers and merchants

shout and chatter)

Deckhand: Let go. Let go!

♪♪

Deckhand 2: Where do you want

these?

Deckhand 3: Don't forget that

one, man.

(Hard jolting shove)

- C'mon then.

(Workers and merchants chatter)

- You killed my friend

you piece of shite!

- Yeah, I'm glad the little

shit rat got what it deserved.

- He had a name - Tom -

better show him some respect!

- I should just stick my blade

in your chest

and let you bleed out

like a little piggy.

- Lord Benton will have

you hanged.

- All I gotta do is take

you to our guide,

you can go die out there

all by yourself.

(Rough knock)

Watch where you're goin'!

- We're not lookin'

for any trouble.

- Stay out of this, and you,

get out of my way, little man,

or I'll snap you in half.

- Hey wait!

(Violent stab)

- (Gagging)

(Grunts)

(Choked gasps)

(Onlookers shout and gasp)

(Gurgling grunt)

- (Panicked gasps)

(Onlookers chatter loudly)

- (Grunts with effort)

Soldier: Come on.

The boss is in trouble!

(Grunts with effort)

Coffin: Come on, then.

- I didn't do this!

- It doesn't matter.

Nothing can be done

for that fool now.

(Onlookers chatter,

woman gasps in fear)

Man: Hold on, look!

Man 2: Is he dead?

- Did you see it? He stabbed

him right in the neck,

literally out of nowhere.

He just died right on top of me!

- Welcome to Fort James.

Watch your step. Come on.

- Where are we goin'?

- The last thing you want is

those soldiers asking questions.

(Sharp sound)

Here.

Woman: This is for me, dear?

Non, uh...

Coffin: You must tread softly

in this place, my son.

The soldiers have only

one thing on their minds:

protect the gold

and the fur is the gold.

- Wait, who are ya?

- Father James Coffin

at your disposal.

And you are?

- Michael Smyth.

What's a priest doin' in this

part of the world?

- What else? Bringing the mercy

of our Lord Jesus Christ

to these miserable sinners.

And you've just arrived.

Lord Benton's ship.

Company man, are you?

- Headin' out to the wilderness.

I'm supposed to be

meeting a guide.

I have silver to pay him.

- That's me. I'm your guide.

- You're a priest.

- Also a guide.

Call it a sideline,

but I've seen a great deal of

this wild land, Michael Smyth.

I can find whatever piece of

wilderness you're looking for.

- I'm lookin' for countryman

of mine.

- Oh?

- Goes by the name

of Declan Harp.

- Extremely unwise.

Harp is a madman.

- Maybe I should look

for another guide then?

- Wait a moment, my son.

Are you sure you have enough

silver to pay for a good guide?

(Coins clink)

- Sure, I already told you so.

- Very well. I'll take you

to Declan Harp, but uh,

at least let's rest up first

before our long journey.

I know a quiet little place.

(Lively fiddle playing,

feet tap to the music)

(Patrons chatter loudly

and laugh drunkenly)

- Well, on your way!

Come on, time to go.

- Come on!

- Go!

- Ah!

- Enough of that please,

step out.

- Another drink, Mike?

- Look, I've already

paid for our ale,

I'm not paying for any more

until you take me

to Declan Harp.

(Fiddle plays,

boisterous chatter)

(Coins clink)

- This should cover it.

And then some.

- So you're a thief?

- Just his price for salvation.

We all have one, you know.

- Are you gonna rob me too

when I turn me back?

- Of course not!

You have so little.

Which is good,

because it means you don't have

the sickness yet.

- The sickness?

- When you put too much silver

in the hands

of the kinds of people

who come here,

it awakens something.

- Drunkenness and thievery?

- Yes...

among other things,

and a need for more.

(Inhales sharply)

Some people have

no self-discipline.

(Fiddle plays, feet tap,

patrons chatter loudly)

- The Priest and the boy.

I want to know what

they're sayin'.

- Yes, Miss Emberly.

Coffin: Most think the sickness

is about money,

and it's really about power,

Michael.

Some want more power,

and some don't want to give up

the power they have.

When someone gains more,

someone else has to lose it.

You have to be careful here

or you will get pulled in

by the sickness too.

And you have to know

that going to the interior

to meet Declan Harp

may cost you your life.

(Fiddle plays,

patrons laugh and chatter)

- On the house!

(Mugs clank down)

- Are you seeking salvation,

my love?

Because I'm the only one in here

who can give it to you.

- I'm afraid it's probably

a little too late for me,

Father.

- Nonsense!

(Inhales reverently)

You'll be in my dreams tonight.

- Well, then you better

start dreaming.

(Boisterous laughter)

- Are you really a priest?

- Excuse me.

(Fiddle music plays,

Patrons laugh and chatter)

♪♪

Emberly: The boy then ran off,

disappeared into the crowd.

- And you witnessed the entire

incident?

- And he didn't kill our man?

- No, it was a Frontiersman.

I didn't see his face.

The boy's entirely innocent

of the crime,

that one, at least.

- Well, thank you

for coming to us.

Emberly: It's my duty, mi'lord.

Clearly the boy

has value to you.

- Did you see where he went?

Emberly: No, I didn't, no.

He looked frightened.

Can't say that I blame him,

bearing witness to

a brutal murder like that

and just upon arrival.

- Indeed.

- I will certainly keep

a watch for him.

Benton: Yes, I'm sure you will.

Emberly: My Lord, if I might

propo-- (Door bangs open)

If I might propose,

there's not much happens here

in Fort James

that I don't know about.

Perhaps we could be of help

to each other.

(Teaspoon clinks on china)

- I'd like to help you right

now in fact, Miss Emberly.

Imogen here is part

of my house staff.

Perhaps she can be of some use

to you in your establishment.

- Oh, that's very generous of

you, but I couldn't possibly--

Benton: Nonsense. I insist.

- I'll find her lodging tonight.

She can start in the mornin'.

- Excellent.

(Door opens and shuts)

- I don't trust her.

- That's why we now have eyes

and ears in her little tavern.

Now you go and find

Michael Smyth.

He's out there somewhere

with no guide.

Fix it!

- (Hums drunkenly)

Oh, no, I couldn't...

I couldn't...

- So what's the story

with your friend?

- Uh...

Oh...

(Inhales)

He is not able...

to hold his ale.

(Giggles)

- Tell me more.

- (Laughing)

(Mug clanks)

(Grunts)

(Hard thud, grunts)

(Groans)

(Groans softly)

(Sighs)

(Bird chirps,

water flows nearby)

(Groans in pain)

(Sharp inhale)

(Exhales)

(Insects buzz,

Water flows nearby)

(Birds chirp)

(Loud splash)

- Father Coffin?

- Well, son, where have you

been?!

- What... what're you talking

about?

What am I doing out here?

- I think you may have had

one too many ales last night.

- What's goin' on?

Why are you runnin'?

- Oh, just, just taking

the air, my son.

Man: Go! Go!

(Shot fires,

bullet ricochets)

- Christ!

- Watch your language!

And while you're at it,

run like your life depends

on it!

Because it does!

(Shots fire) Go!

(Frontiersman shouts)

(China pieces clatter)

(Fire crackles)

- Quite a mess.

(Door shuts)

(Approaching footsteps thud)

It's Mary, is it?

- Yes, sir. If you're looking

for Miss Emberly

she'll be here momentarily.

(Fire crackles)

- Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

You don't want this

slippin' down too far,

encourage the animals

that venture in here,

do you?

- Captain Chesterfield.

Thank you, Mary.

- Uh, she can stay.

Tell me something, Mary.

Was there a boy in here

last night?

An Irish lad fresh off the boat?

- Yes, sir.

- Was he alone?

- He was with the Father, sir.

- A priest? Not a guide?!

- No, sir.

- What else?

- (Whispers) That's it.

They had too much to drink

and they left.

- What else?!

(Bottles clank)

- Stop it!

- You stay back

or I'll fucking gut you!

(Breathes angrily)

Where did they go?

- (Choking gasp)

(Strained) They were chased

to the river by some men.

- Let her go!

Mary: (Gasps for breath)

(Running footsteps)

(Fire crackles)

- You and I don't need to be

enemies, Captain Chesterfield.

- Friends like you

I don't need.

(Door opens, bangs shut)

- What the hell

was that all about?!

- Those were Xavier's men.

He seems to think I owe him

money for a gambling debt.

- You offered me your help, but

you leave me passed out drunk.

What kind of priest are ya?!

- What kind of priest

are you in need of?

- I'm beginning to doubt

your wellness.

- (Inhales sharply)

Open your eyes, Michael.

This is no place

for a boy like you.

(Coins clink)

Take it. (Sighs)

Walk back into town,

(Coins clink)

pay for the next ship returning

to England.

Go home!

- I can't.

- Surely you can explain

to Lord Benton

that this is not

the life for you!

- I can't go home.

The girl I love back in London,

her life is in my hands.

This silver would get me home,

but it wouldn't free

her from prison

or keep her from being hanged.

I made a deal with Lord Benton,

I have no choice.

You said you would take me

to Declan Harp, Father.

Now take me!

- Michael, the truth is--

(Branch snaps sharply)

Easy now, my son,

we're of no danger.

- Ha! Put your hands up!

He said you might say that!

♪♪

(Soldiers talk quietly)

(Footsteps rustle

in the foliage)

- Captain Chesterfield.

(Hard shove)

(Grunts, hard thud)

What the hell was that for?!

- For making me come out here

and track you down.

Coffin: It seems we're off

on a bit of the wrong foot.

Captain Chesterfield, is it?

Father James Coffin--

- I know who you are.

What are you doin'

with the Irish boy?

- Well, uh--

Michael: He's my guide.

- Your guide?

This is your goddamn guide!

Coffin: Yes, well, honestly,

it's all been very chaotic...

- You haven't an honest bone

in your body, Priest.

- It's true that God works

in mysterious ways,

but one mustn't blame

the messenger--

- This snake had no intentions

of taking you anywhere

near Harp.

Coffin: Now that is a bit of a

hasty judgment without all--

- Shut your fool mouth

before I cave it in.

It's late. Make camp

by the lake.

Don't let these two

out of your sights.

- All right, sir, come with me.

Let's go, come on.

That's it.

- You're lucky I found you.

If you don't find Harp,

I have a feelin' somethin' bad

will happen

to that sweet little girl

of yours.

♪♪

(Water laps quietly,

fire crackles)

- And I swear to Christ

he pissed himself

right there in front of me!

(Soldiers laugh)

- That's not what she said!

(Laughing) I know, exactly.

- Come on, lads.

- Do you want see

your other rifle?!

(Soldiers laugh)

Soldier: Have some of this.

Soldier 2: Pass it round,

pass it round, yeah.

Soldier: That's not the same.

- Did you bring that out?

It's a ration.

(Urine splashes)

(Water laps on shore)

♪♪

(Violent thump, big splash)

- Oh, dear Mother of Mary,

we are in the fire now.

Deliver me, Lord, of all

people, your loyal shepherd

in this time of great peril!

(Soldiers shout, gurgle)

- Follow. Now.

Coffin: No, no, no, no!

- Follow. Now!

Coffin: Please,

you don't understand!

(Nervous stuttering)

I'm a man of God!

A priest of the church!

Please!

(Fire crackles)

Coffin: (Panting)

♪♪

(Whispers)

These are Harp's men.

They are ruthless.

- Why did you say

you'd be my guide

if you didn't actually have

the courage to take me?

(Gasps)

- It's time you stop talking.

♪♪

(Water flows)

(Wind blows, birds chirp)

♪♪

(Water flows rapidly)

♪♪

(Footsteps clunk)

(Quiet chatter in the distance)

♪♪

- This is a far worse place

than I've ever seen.

- Hey!

- (Grunts)

♪♪

- Michael, I've done my work

brought you to the interior,

my job here is done.

If we survive this

you should know that

I expect full payment,

and a little extra

for my trouble.

- (Speaks quietly)

I found them in the bush.

Three soldiers.

(Fire crackles)

(Quiet chatter in French)

(Fire crackles)

(Footsteps crunch

in the foliage)

♪♪

- Why were you with

English soldiers?

- I had nothing to do with

those hateful pigs.

Their leader threatened

to kill me.

I, I just want to be paid

as per my contract

with young Michael here

and I'll be on my way.

Dimanche: You're not going

anywhere, priest.

- The soldiers found us

wanderin' in the wilderness,

lost.

They were gonna take us back

to the fort.

(Fire crackles)

- And why were you wanderin'

in the wilderness?

♪♪

- I was lookin' for you.

I want to make my fortune

in the fur trade

and I hear you're the man

to help me do it.

- You're gonna have to do

better than that, lad.

♪♪

Why are you with this...

priest?

Michael: I hired him

as my guide, but...

but I learned he was lyin' to me

and he had no intention

of helpin' me.

- Now, Michael, that is not

completely true.

Mr. Harp, I am a man

of many contacts.

Many of them are great

suppliers of fur.

I could easily connect you

to them

upon my return to civilization,

of course.

Dimanche: I know this one.

He's a loudmouth drunk.

He can't be trusted.

Coffin: (Laughs nervously)

You're right, that's me,

but I, but I can change.

I'm better than that,

you'll see.

What better place to turn over

a new leaf than here?

- He needs to die.

- (Gasps) Harp,

I'm a man of divine provenance!

Keeping me in your company

will put God on your side!

- You are of no value to me.

- You can't just kill him!

I won't let you kill him!

(Gasps harshly)

- You watch, boy!

Take 'em both!

(Hard thud)

Michael: I have information

on Lord Benton!

I have information

on Lord Benton!!

Harp: (Growls)

♪♪

All right, boy,

you have my attention.

Tell me about Benton

or join the Priest.

- (Pants loudly)