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Father gabriel: Have mercy...

Father jerome: Father
gabriel, he didn't return
from morning prayer.

Mathilde:
Previously on barkskins...

(grunts).

Mathilde: A wise man would
run mr. Cooke out of wobik.

Put things to order before
it is hung on your head.

Bouchard: I hereby exercise
the power of the crown.

Confess your hand in the
murder of the innkeep!

Cooke: Take the
boy into the woods.

He must not return.

Duquet: You can't
go back to wobik.

I'm giving you a chance.

Hamish: A mr. Elisha
cooke in wobik says that
he and randall cross

Had a plan to stir the iroquois
against some french settlers.

Captain wale: Mr. Cooke is
well acquainted with the

Hudson bay company.

The orders were to
weaken the french hold.

Cooke is not our only
asset in the region.

Bill selby is about.

Melissande: You
have a housekeeper?

Trepagny: She may test you,
she may throw curses at you.

Melissande: Then you
must put her in her place.

Herve: You will
need a man, mathilde.

Better you see that now.

Mathilde: No!

I do not need a man.

(grunts).

Us girls will make do.

(sighs, grunting).

(sighs, grunting).

Man: God have mercy.

Mathilde: Renardette...

Renardette?

(breathes heavily, exhales).

Renardette. Renardette.

(indistinct chatter).

(horse whinnies).

Mathilde: Don't be afraid.

Nothing to worry about, huh.

Nothing to worry about...

I have you.

Renardette: Safe...?

(exhales).

Mathilde: Did
you nick yourself?

Renardette: Yes.

Mathilde: Where did
you spend the night?

Did you try to go home?

Were you looking
for your family?

Renardette: No.
They are gone...

Because of me...

I'm marked by the devil...

Mathilde: Oh, you are
not to blame for the
misfortunes of your family.

Renardette: Why
are you not afraid?

Mathilde: Afraid? Of what?

Renardette: Me.

(laughs).

Mathilde: It takes a lot
more than a little fox to

Rattle me, my dear.

I will make the bed for you.

Upstairs with me. Hm?

Under the window.

Would you like that?

Renardette: Yes...

Mathilde: There are men about
with designs to harm you.

But your home is here now.

I will keep you safe.

Trepagny: Monsieur sel.

♪ ♪

(tapping).

(digging).

Cooke: Do not
abandon me now, louise.

I would rise back up to
meet your expectations of me.

Duquet: Would you
like some water?

I can fetch some.

Cooke: No, I have, uh...
I have another need.

Before my vision yellows.

Duquet: Oh.

(sighs).

Cooke: Would you
look away at the least?

I'm having difficulty
summoning it forth.

Duquet: Pardon me.

(gasps).

(grunts).

Cooke: I am finished.

Duquet: What
will you do after?

(groans).

Cooke: A bath.
A proper meal.

And a cup of tea.

And then I shall uncover
the identity of my betrayer.

Bonjour, mathilde.

What is this?

Have you
something to say to me?

(retches).

Mathilde: You
poor, poor englishman.

What would your
wife louise say?

Cooke: I am a
flawed man, mathilde.

As are we all.

Now say your piece.

Mathilde: Would you
like some sausage?

Cooke: The buttermilk was
sufficient, mathilde.

What do you have to say?

Mathilde: I do not hold you
responsible for the murder

Of my husband.

Gus was his own man.

Although, I am sure there
is a line to be drawn as

You were his master.

But... What would be the
point in drawing a line now?

How would that profit me?

The deed is done.

I am widowed.

Cooke: What is your ask?

Mathilde: I'm aware of your
wish to speak to the girl

They found out by the creek...

Cooke: I have no such wish.

Mathilde: The intendant
de fer is on his way
from québec city.

The events at the creek
will be of keen interest
to the intendant.

You see, I know many
things mister cooke...

Cooke: Well, that much
is plain, mathilde.

Mathilde: So do not
take me for a fool.

You wish to find the girl
because she may have seen

Something you do
not want reported.

Cooke: I remain blissfully
ignorant of what you speak.

Mathilde: The yolk is hard.

It will stall in your throat.

Cooke: Mister duquet
will take the egg.

Duquet: Why don't you ask mister
cooke what it is you want?

Mathilde: Does this
creature speak for you?

Cooke: Yes, in this he does.

Mathilde: Very well.
The girl has come to me.

She is a poor
and damaged thing.

I have taken her in
and I wish to know that

She can come out
safely into wobik.

Cooke: You suggest that
I would harm a child?

Mathilde: I do not suggest
what is in the heart of

Any man, mister cooke.

Especially one
such as yourself.

I believe the
girl was sent to me.

A small comfort from above
during my time of grieving.

Surely you know of the
black lake of grief.

Cooke: I do.

Mathilde: I have swum its
icy depths once before.

I will not swim in
it a third time.

Give me your word the
girl will remain safe.

She saw nothing.

Of that, I am certain.

Cooke: Yes.
I give you my word.

Mister duquet is my witness.

Duquet: No harm
will come to her...

Melissande: You are
mari, the housekeeper.

He has told me of you.

Some creatures must go back
to the wild, it seems.

Mari: Monsieur trepagny
smashes them with his stick at

Night and they know to
stay away from our bed...

Melissande: He does
have dominion over all.

As his wife, I will therefore
need you to serve my needs.

Help me see to the house so
that I may improve the estate

And have it well on the way
to prospering so that our

Children may in turn enjoy
the bounty of this land.

Mari: You will
bear him no children.

Melissande: I am the
lady of the house.

I steer the man.

In time, I will steer
him any way I want.

To renovate, toss out old
habits back into the forest

Where they belong...

There is my dear husband.

(kiss).

Trepagny: I was out
searching for sel and
I found something, mari.

These seem to have run
away from my sanctum.

What do you know about this?

Mari: Nothing.

Trepagny: And monsieur sel?

He too has departed.

I go away for one day and
my doma falls to disorder.

You saw nothing at all?

Melissande: As the housekeeper
you should be aware of the

Comings and
goings on the estate.

A dog could do better.

Trepagny: Perhaps you can
discover what has happened

To monsieur sel.

I will speak alone
with melissande.

Go on.

Melissande: I see now the
arrangement you wish to

Design for yourself.

Trepagny: I have made no
such designs, ma chérie.

(scoffs).

I wish to do only
beautiful things in this doma,

And you will be my
partner in this.

And as my partner, you will
learn to look past my many

Flaws and I will look
past your shortcomings,

Which I am sure are few.

Melissande: Mm.

Did you know that I sailed
across an ocean and walked

Into the endless forest so
that I could the correct man

To bestow my maidenhood on?

That is no small thing.

Trepagny: There are deeper
bindings towards which

We must work.

The binding of the
two into a one...

Melissande: There will be
no more binding nor any more

Bedding until you
tell me the truth.

(sighs).

Melissande: I gave it once.
I may never give it again.

Trepagny: Which truth is this?

There are so many
floating about.

Pluck one for me
and I will tell it.

Melissande: Mari...

Trepagny: Yes...

Melissande: You
have lain with her?

Trepagny: What
would you have me do?

Melissande: You
have given her a son?

Trepagny: Did
she tell you that?

Melissande: No one
need tell me a thing.

I have eyes.
A brain.

They will know when you've
gone to visit her cabin and

When you have not...

We will have a
proper wedding ceremony.

I will wear a special dress.

There will be dancing.

Trepagny: Yes, of course.

We will have a
wonderful ceremony.

Melissande: Now I am
brimming with ideas on

How to improve the doma.

You spoke true of its
beauty but it must be tamed.

Trepagny: Not everything will
lay down for you, melissande.

This is my doma
and as its master,

I must stride it with
vigor and authority.

Melissande: You may stride
any way you like with as

Much vigor as you may muster,
but you visit mari's cabin

At your own peril.

Mother sabrine: You understand
you will not have another fille.

Pierre: I do.

Mother sabrine:
Is this your wish, child?

Pierre: Yes it is.

Mother sabrine: I
asked delphine.

Delphine: Yes. We were unable
to make a worthy match.

(sniffs).

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter).

Bouchard: Ah,
intendant de fer.

(chuckles).

Welcome to wobik.

You'll see that all has
been put to order since
the recent unrest.

De fer: We're all
aware of the troubles,

Captain bouchard.

And my goal is to get
to the root of them,

And see they don't boil over.

Sulze: And that the
intendant's seigneury doesn't

Fall to the english.

Or the bloody savages.

Bouchard: The unrest
has been contained.

(grunts).

(panting).

(panting).

Gasquet: I was
attacked by a little savage.

(clears throat).

(splashing).

(speaking mohawk).

(speaking mohawk).

Gay bill: What are you
going on about ratahsénthos?

The old chief
three trees story.

That's a good one.

Savage bastard.

It was a good day for all
of us when he croaked off.

Ratahsénthos:
What do you want?

Gay bill: Heard
about your troubles,

So I thought I'd
travel over, have a look.

What's this?

You got a live french I see.

René: Please, help me...

Gay bill: It's okay, lad.

Ratahsénthos, he's, he's usually
quick with the killing part.

You from wobik?

René: I am
monsieur trepagny's.

He will come for me.

Gay bill: Mad bastard.

He'll send a songbird, maybe.

If you get out of here
alive, will you tell him

Gay bill says, "bonjour"?

(grunts).

René: You must help me.

Help me.

Gay bill: I wish a
choir of angels sing
you into the blackness.

Ratahsénthos: The french down
in wobik tied my brother to

The tree for days.

Gay bill: Your brother has
been messing with the wrong

Sort, is what I hear.

Ratahsénthos: And
I ask you again.

Why are you here?

Gay bill: Your father
sent me to look on you.

Ratahsénthos: Tell my
father I'm sending a
message to the french.

René: Please!

He is a man of god!

Have mercy on him.

(laughs).

(thunder).

Trepagny: I come here
to whisper to my god.

Melissande: So
you worship a log?

Trepagny: How often have you
knelt before the virgin mary?

(exhales).

Melissande: Too many times.

Trepagny: And what is the
virgin mary but a carved log

Of a woman with paint?

Melissande: She is a symbol.

Trepagny: Ah.
And so is this.

It is the riven soul.

The two halves forced apart
and then grown back together

But the abyss remains.

Do you see?

Melissande: I see
a, a rotten log.

Trepagny: Yes,
this is also true.

One must always see the other.

For me, this is a place where
a man might find his guidance

And some silence.

I have seen and heard
many things in here.

Melissande: Good.

Then I shall have
the rest of the house.

Trepagny: Yeah, of course.

(indistinct chatter).

Bouchard: Elisha cooke.

English.

Though married
to a frenchwoman.

De fer: I'm aware
to monsieur cooke.

Cooke: Monsieur de fer.

Bouchard: Hey, you have no
right to address the intendant.

Monsieur de fer, mister cooke
here conscripted iroquois in

The service of his
bloody massacre.

De fer: What say
you, monsieur cooke?

Cooke: It was rogue elements
in my employ if there is blame

To be meted out.

There is an henri marth,
he remains at large...

Bouchard: He has
eluded capture, sir.

Cooke: I know not what
happened by the creek but by

The blood of the saints it is
the captain here who hung the

Bodies of the
iroquois on display.

And those bodies
will be answered...

Bouchard: Shut it, english.

De fer: Is this true?

Father jerome: Oh, yes.

Monsieur cooke
tells the truth.

It was captain bouchard who
put the iroquois on display.

And now your eminence, the
iroquois have abducted one of

Our brothers from our mission.

Father gabriel...

Bouchard: Father gabriel was
indifferent to his vows...

We do not know if he fell into
the river or drowned any more

Than I do to blame
phantom iroquois.

Father jerome: There
is one way to know.

A parley with the iroquois.

Bouchard: And how do you
propose we do this, father?

Father jerome:
Claude trepagny.

His seigneury borders
the wendat village.

He has the ear of the elders.

If there are iroquois in
the area, they will know.

Better to entreat them and
avoid further bloodshed.

Sulze: The iroquois are
too large a force to
confront with sabres.

Go see trepagny...

Bouchard: This is
not a wise strategy,

Your eminence.

I saw what they did.

Those iroquois were
dead when my myself and
my deputies arrived.

I thought better these corpses
serve as a warning to others.

De fer: You will entreat
them with monsieur trepagny,

Captain bouchard.

Bouchard: As you wish.

Sulze: We will not have father
gabriel be made a martyr.

Find trepagny.

Bouchard: And if he refuse?

Sulze: Remind him of a
debt he owes the intendant.

De fer: You can
release monsieur cooke.

His debt has been paid.

For now.

Cooke: Thank you.

I remain a loyal
servant to wobik.

De fer: You're loyal
to the coin and trade
my seigneury provides.

I have a half a mind to put
you on a boat down the river

So you can scrape and
taint your fellow englishmen.

Cooke: I made no plot.

I give you my word.

De fer: Your word
is shit, cooke.

Take your leave.

Bouchard: You'll be
accompanying me on

This fool mission, father.

(groans).

Yvon: What is it?

Hamish: My new boots.

They're giving me blisters.

I need a minute.

(groans).

Yvon: We will need to
be discreet in wobik.

You must not mince
around with tender feet.

Hamish: I will have
answers about randall.

Yvon: Cross is dead.
That is your answer, hamish.

Hamish: My sister
will need proof.

She is one for details.

Yvon: He died a hero.

That is what you tell her.

Hamish: She will
not let randall go.

Not until she has a grave
where she can mourn at.

(groans).

I regret this purchase.

Yvon: They will wear in smart
and you will be thankful when

The snow comes to wobik.

Hamish: No, we will
be gone before that.

Yvon: You heard the captain.

We are to solicit mister
cooke and advance

The company's trade line.

Hamish: He ordered us
to arm the iroquois.

No good will come of that.

Cooke: I have regained full
possession of my faculties.

Duquet: I see, yes.

You have shown great courage
in the face of their

Bald attempts to
strip your holdings.

Cooke: I am exposed.

Duquet: Oh no, the, the release
of your discharge in the,

In the square was hardly
observed by anyone,

Least of all me.

Cooke: I'm not talking about
my shit and piss, charles.

I'm talking about my standing.

My name and what it
means within these walls.

The intendant may yet strip
me of my cooperage and

Cast me out into the woods.

Duquet: I will position
myself at the inn and

Gather intendant de
fer's intentions...

Cooke: You will not.

You will be still and you
will cease your preening.

I will captain the
repair of my own reputation.

We must do something
about your clothes.

Duquet: Well, of course,
I, I will neaten them.

Cooke: There is no
neatening those rags.

You need new ones.

The right jacket
can smarten a man up,

Give him an edge
in all things.

Duquet: I would like an edge.

Cooke: Is that all the
beard you can muster?

Duquet: It is all that
has ever come from neglect.

Cooke: Well, it is
no beard at all.

My beard can sense
another man's intentions.

It has barbules that poke
out into the minds of others.

Duquet: It is a
powerful beard, sir.

Cooke: That is a sorry beard.

Projects nothing but
weakness and deception.

Duquet: Yes, sir.

Cooke: Now leave me, that
I may speak with my wife.

I pray that she will look
aside this day and think of

Me in a better light.

Mother sabrine: It
can't be that bad.

Show me.
Go on, child.

(sighs).

Delphine: It
happened when I was 13...

Mother sabrine: There is
no need to continue...

Delphine: I must tell it.

The ugly whole of it.

Please.

Mother sabrine: Go on then...

(sighs).

Delphine: When I was a child,

I caught the eye
of a woodcutter.

He lived in a shack at
the edge of the woods.

He was nice to me.

And one day he followed
me into the lavender.

He grabbed me, he
held me down...

He told me he loved me.

I kicked and I screamed.

I kept my virtue, and he put
his knife to my stomach and

Made his mark.

The same mark that
was on his logs.

And said that everyone
would know I was his...

Only I don't remember...

(sniffles).

I don't remember any more
except my heart in my throat

And my feet hitting the ground
running as fast as I could.

And that's why I came here.

To start over.

To mother this new
land, be forgiven.

To find a man who
would understand,

Love me and be my husband.

Mother sabrine: Pierre
gasquet is not that man...

(exhales).

Delphine: He will tell the
town and it will be the same

For me as it were in France...

Mother sabrine: He will not.

I will speak to him.

In the meantime, you must
find your place delphine.

Delphine: Here?

Mother sabrine: The vows
are not for you, dear.

Good, simple
work will find you.

Trepagny: Mari. Mari.

Mari: I have searched and
there is no sign of rene sel.

Now you may search yourself
but I am done being tasked.

Trepagny: He is not
the kind of man to
vacate his indenture.

Perhaps I took
his measure wrong.

Mari: You took my
measure wrong as well.

Trepagny: It is better
we talk about this now.

And lance the wicked boil
of jealousy and come to an

Arrangement that is
suitable for us all.

Mari: There will
be no arrangement.

Trepagny: In
time, there must be.

Mari: You have brought
your child bride to our doma.

I'm leaving this place.

Trepagny: You're
leaving to where?

Mari: Wobik. The
wendat. I don't know.

Trepagny: And do what?

Before you came here,
you were welcome nowhere.

Do not take one step outside
my doma unless you wish to

Feel the gloom of
your former path.

Before I took you in and
put clothes on your back.

And shared my doma with you.

And lent you the
seed that bore my son.

You are here in this
place because of me.

Never forget that.

Mari: He is our son...

Trepagny: Yes, and the only
one it seems you are able to

Bring into this world for me.

And theo favors your wild
heart and will slink back into

The woods the
first chance he gets.

(slap).

Mari: Your child bride will
bear you no children either.

Bouchard: Bonjour,
monsieur trepagny...

Trepagny: Captain.

If you have come to lay
some peace on my doma,

You have indeed arrived
at the crucial moment.

All is in disarray.

Bouchard: It's... Not
that, I can assure you.

Father jerome: We need your
help, monsieur trepagny.

The iroquois have
taken father gabriel...

Trepagny: And how
is that my problem?

Trepagny: Yes...

Yes, I saw the
tree of dead indians.

I knew the bill would
come due for wobik.

Bouchard: It's the only way
to deal with the savages.

Trepagny: Then
why do you need me?

Go forth and slaughter,
and hide behind your walls,

But do not enjoin me
in your fool's mission.

I don't care what
happens to wobik.

Father jerome: And
what of father gabriel?

Trepagny: Another martyr.

The cost of collecting
souls, I suppose.

I will pray for him, father.

I have problems of my own.

There is the matter of
a proper ceremony for

My beautiful new
bride, melissande.

And my man rene sel has, uh,
run off when I was in town

Securing my new bride.

Bouchard: Perhaps
you over tasked him.

This doma seems to eat men.

Trepagny: He is not the
sort of man to shy from work.

Bouchard: Intendant de fer
himself has asked that you

Parley with the wendat...

Trepagny: Oh...
No, no, no, no, no...

Bouchard: To discover the
whereabouts of the iroquois.

Trepagny: No!

Bouchard: He asked to
convey the matter of
a debt owed to him.

The debt of your doma.

Trepagny: Ah, yes, the debt.

That toad skull has a talent
for twisting all into debt.

Father jerome: Will
you help us or not?

Trepagny: I will take
you to the wendat camp
with no promises.

And that will be
the end of my duty.

Father jerome: Thank you.

Trepagny: All right.
We will make haste.

I must return to manage
my affairs into some
semblance of order.

Melissande: Will we be
safe in your absence?

Trepagny: Yes, of
course, ma chérie.

Melissande: If the
iroquois come, how will
we defend ourselves?

Bouchard: I will leave one
of my deputies to watch
over you, mademoiselle.

Trepagny: I will fetch my
weapon and we will be off.

Gay bill: If you
kill that priest,

You'll stir up the french.

They'll muster soldiers,
send them against your father.

He'll be caught out.

Ratahsénthos: I
am not my father.

Gay bill: I just want you
to know the tinder before

You set a spark to it.

(grunts).

(grunts).

(grunts).

(exhales).

René: I have never
harmed your people.

I could never... You're
not even my own man.

Please... The priest
is a servant.

He's a servant of god.

If that doesn't
matter to you...

(panting).

(spits).

Then you don't matter to me.

(grunts).

Yvon: We have to
follow orders, hamish.

You asked me to go to wobik to
help find your brother-in-law.

Both of us sworn to the
hudson's bay company.

I did that because
I owe you one life.

Hamish: I do not
see it that way.

Yvon: You saved
my life, hamish.

And that debt is now squared.

Now we have orders.
From our employer.

Hamish: The
company is careful,

Plainly dressed,
and quietly spoken.

That is its strength.

It does not act on
brutality alone.

Yvon: It seems we work
for different companies.

Hamish: I will not work
with that man, cooke.

Yvon: You will do as
the company commands,

As will I.

Hamish: I will not be
made unclean in my
dealings with cooke.

It's lafarge's boy...

We should take
him back to town.

Yvon: How will that
look to the french?

The same man who told a
story of the boy's father

Being run through
by a burnt giant.

Hamish: Hm...

Well, let us find a
suitable tree and

Put him to rest under it...

Mother sabrine: You've done
wonderfully with renardette.

Mathilde: The inn
is her home now.

Isn't that right, renardette?

So what of miss langois'
marriage to pierre gasquet?

Mother sabrine: It did not
work out as we imagined.

Mathilde: I see...

Mother sabrine: I was hoping
that there might be a place

For her here at the inn.

Mathilde: It is true,
I am shorthanded since
the loss of francis.

Mother sabrine:
Delphine will earn her keep.

Mathilde: Delphine.
Come here, child.

(laughs).

There is a surplus of
stray men in wobik.

I am sure there will
soon be a long line of
suitors at the inn.

It will be good for business.

Delphine, do you
want to work for me?

Delphine: Yes.

I would be grateful
for the opportunity.

Mathilde: Good.

We will begin immediately.

There is a goose
to be plucked.

And bread to be made.
Come. I'll show you.

Cooke: It will do for now.

Duquet: I've not had
such a jacket ever.

Cooke: You must wear it
as though you have owned

Many such fine things.

Straighten your back so that
you may look men in the eye

Until they give way.

You must summon your
voice forth from your balls.

Every word sure-footed.

Let them think every
handshake is a sacred pact.

That you are a man shot
through with fairness.

To the core, a square dealer.

Duquet: I will try.

Cooke: You will prosper
with little more than

Words and a handshake.

Duquet: I'm not fit
for the grind of labor.

Cooke: No.

No, that is the province
of a lower order of man.

The sort this town
welcomes in abundance.

That is where you and I
have an unfair advantage.

We are hawks in a
pen of rabbits.

Do not forget that.

Duquet: I won't.

I will be sure to
repay you for the jacket.

Cooke: The only outlay
that you owe me is loyalty.

That as I draw you
into my confidence,

You will not question
what is asked of you.

Duquet: Yes, sir.
Cooke: Good.

Then find me randall
cross if he is to be found.

He has something of mine.

Duquet: He worked for
the hudson's bay company.

Cooke: That's right.

Now I am off to show
intendant de fer that I remain

Mercilessly in thrall
to the rabbits of wobik.

Hamish: Lord.

Watch over this young man.

Forgive him for his trespasses

And receive him into
your good grace...

Yvon: Young man.

You were an
inconvenience in life,

And you've wasted our
time yet again today.

We will keep no fire for you.

But let the light of
your ancestors guide you

Back home to them.

Walk strong, and walk well
upon the road to those that

Await your return
back to spirit.

Are we done with the words?

Hamish: On this, yes.

I believe my
brother-in-law yet lives.

I cannot simply
put that aside, yvon.

Yvon: But you must.

Whether cross is
dead or alive,

It doesn't matter anymore.

You work for the company.

Hamish: Not if that
means consorting with
the likes of cooke.

Yvon: I will tell you, there
are far worse men that we

Shall meet in the
company's employ.

Trepagny: My dear friend.

Häa'tatoyenhk: Your man
isn't here, trepagny.

He's with the iroquois.

Likely dead.

The fat priest, too.

Trepagny: Are you certain?

He had no business
with the iroquois,

Nor they with him.

I was always a friend to you.

That has been
the way of things.

Can you help us
retrieve our men?

(sighs).

Häa'tatoyenhk: I
don't make that decision.

Trepagny: Then take me to her.

Pray my touch with women has
not permanently deserted me.

Teyaronhïio': No.

The priest and your
man are likely dead.

Trepagny: All I ask is
for an escort to show
us where they are.

Teyaronhïio': An
escort for dead men?

Trepagny: My great fear
is they are still alive.

Teyaronhïio': And I
should risk my warriors?

The iroquois will
do as they please.

And there is no
benefit here for them.

Nor for us.

Trepagny: I have
always kept my promise.

For years.

You shield me from them,
I shield you from wobik.

The trade has
been good for you.

The iroquois will not
stop at a priest and
an indentured man.

I humbly ask your assistance
to recover innocent men from

The roil of barbarous torture
or if they have passed,

That I might put them
into a proper grave.

You would do the same.

Mathilde: Delphine.

(speaks french).

De fer: Oh.
The brandy is excellent.

Mathilde: Ah.

(chuckles).

It's cognac.

De fer: Mmm.

Mathilde: From charente.

For our most esteemed guests.

De fer: Oh.

(indistinct chatter).

Sulze: Hudson's bay men.

And what do they swill?

Mathilde: They
drink what I give them.

Though to their credit,

They did save renardette
from the savages.

De fer: Mm. The crown tolerates
englishmen who know their place.

Mathilde: Oh.

I am expert at
keeping men in their place.

Do not test me, intendant.

(laughter).

De fer: Mm.

Cooke: Bonsoir, intendant.

May I sit with you a while
that I may bend your ear?

De fer: Very well.

Do not think we are
equals, monsieur cooke.

Cooke: Of course not.

I merely wish to point out

A number of our
common interests.

De fer: No man is
above punishment.

Cooke: Well, that is true.

Sulze: We could also have
you let outside the walls

To trade with the savages.

Cooke: If you did, wobik
would be the poorer for it.

That is plain truth.

De fer: What is also
true is that you are

A blackhearted merchant.

Cooke: My barrels and the
trade they create built wobik.

(scoffs).

De fer: Have you
not prospered at all?

Cooke: But, of course.

I have.

And so may you.

De fer: Let's eat.

While I contemplate your use.

Herve: He was a
little one as they go.

Jumped on my back.

Cut me up.

He was gone before I had
time to gather my wits.

It was a dirty ambush.