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no audible sounds or dialogue)

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- Look at your dead.

Slaves.

You are nothing more

than slaves.

Owned by a company that would

turn boys into dead men

in pursuit of profits.

Slaves to a crown.

A crown that spits on you,

as you wallow

in your own filth.

They don't even see you

as humans.

A crown that forces you

to cross unforgiving seas

to fight free people.

We are the Black Wolf Company.

We are your outlaws.

You call us

the merciless savages,

filthy half-breeds,

natives of this land.

We fight with the dregs,

the despised!

We are the killer of Redcoats.

You think us devil to the Crown,

and we are.

We are because we are free.

This.

This is your worth.

You are prostitutes for fur.

This is our land,

and you whores

don't belong here.

So leave, go home,

and live a life

decided by your masters.

Or...

or...

...you turn coat

and fight with us.

Earn your way as free men

with the Black Wolf Company.

Lord Benton left Fort James

by ship

with the redheaded woman.

Where did they go?

- They were pressing north.

They... pressed north

to collect the rest

of the provisions they need.

- Did he bring the woman ashore?

- No, just...

just a few sailors.

Sir.

- Now, the only outpost I know

further north is--

- Moose Fort!

You're having a laugh.

That's a shithole.

And it's cold as fuck.

- Well...

if you dogs want

to have a hope of making a life

for yourselves,

you're going to abandon

those coats and follow this man.

He's gonna continue

what I started

with the Black Wolf Company.

I need you to take control

of Fort James.

- How am I supposed to do that?

Chesterfield's gonna be

on the hunt for me.

- Chesterfield won't be

bothering anyone ever again.

- Where is he?

- Last time I saw him,

he was standing too close

to the edge of a cliff.

Take Fort James.

Avoid the bay.

Head further west.

But first you need

to solve things with Sokanon.

- She won't listen to me, Harp.

I don't know if I can fix it.

- You need to find a way,

Michael.

- And what about you?

- Oh, we go north, to the ice.

- No, I mean

is this about Grace,

or is this about Benton?

- He will not take Grace

from me.

- And if it costs you your life?

- I'm already dead.

This is my resurrection.

(theme music)

- I'd eat if I was you,

or Benton'll force it

down your throat.

- I suppose I'll need

my strength if I'm to kill

such a formidable man.

I'm kidding.

You don't need to fear me.

I'm just a helpless woman.

(scoffing)

You know

how helpless women are, right?

'Course you do.

Why else would you be compelled

to dress as a man?

Sorry. Is that a secret?

- Sit.

I am sure you all know

why I have gathered you here.

All of this land,

from every waterway

that contributes

to Hudson's Bay,

is the exclusive property

of the HBC.

Those who carry on

their business on this land

in defiance

of the Hudson's Bay Company

are not our competition.

They are our sworn enemies.

Since the abrupt

and unauthorized departure

of Lord Benton,

it appears Fort James

has been wrapped

in a personal rivalry

with a former company employee

named Declan Harp.

In recent seasons,

the leadership of our men

at Fort James

has deteriorated

to such an extent

that we appear

to have all but lost control.

The most recent report

speaks of a successful raid

on the fort itself,

which has deprived our company

of an entire season's stock

of furs.

Gentlemen...

...it is not the French

who will bring about

the downfall

of this great company.

It is our own indiscipline.

Our men sit in their cozy forts,

getting fat and drunk,

waiting for the Natives

to come to them in the bay,

while the French and Scots

are free to roam the interior,

cutting us off at will.

We must move inland.

We must persuade

their trading partners

to do business with us.

I have sent a man to instill

this much-needed discipline.

His name is Major Vinnicombe.

A name the heathens

will soon learn to dread.

It is our duty to ensure

that our complete dominance

of the dominion lasts forever.

(speaking Cree)

(soft exclamation)

(cracking branch)

(exclaiming)

- Hey, easy.

It's only me.

- Why have you come here,

Michael?

- I'm here to make amends.

- It's too late for that.

- Wahush's death

was an accident, Sokanon.

- Wahush died

so you could make money.

I want you to leave.

- Sokanon, I came here

because I'm worried

it's becoming unsafe.

We need to stick together!

You'd understand

if you saw what I saw.

- What did you see?

- I was fighting alongside Harp

and I saw Redcoats attack

a Métis settlement.

They were killing everyone,

men and women.

- Do you think

I do not understand

what that looks like, Michael?

- We arrived too late

to stop the Redcoats

from burning the settlement

to the ground, but...

That's why I want you

to come with us.

We're safe together.

- There are young girls

being held against their will

at Moose Fort.

- Sokanon,

you can't go to Moose Fort.

Harp is on his way there

and he's looking for a fight.

If there are any women there,

they'll be gone

by the time you arrive.

Harp wants to secure a deal

with the Lake Walkers here.

- Of course.

This is about business.

- I want the Black Wolf Company

to...

(rustling)

(background chatter)

- We're searching for a fugitive

named Michael Smyth.

Has he been here?

- No. I have not seen him.

- Trading with the French,

are ya?

- Mr. Rivard is my guest.

There's no crime

in welcoming a traveller.

- My men and I are free men

of Quebec.

- Well, you're not in Quebec,

are ya? You're on HBC land.

(in French): This is nonsense.

You brutish asshole!

- Take the trade goods and furs.

Consider this a warning

of what's to come if I find out

you've seen Michael Smyth here.

And if I see you

with this French scum again,

then you will suffer.

(exclamations)

(in French):

There will be no violence.

- Just give me an excuse,

and I'll set

this whole camp ablaze.

- This is what you bring.

- Good afternoon.

- You obviously don't know

who I am.

- Oh, I know who you think

you are, Mr. Grant.

The question is,

do you know who I am?

- A cocker spaniel?

- Hmm. Hmm.

Cobbs Pond, I presume?

Are you still wanted

in your home country

for burning down churches

in New England, priests and all?

- Well, we were all young once.

- Indeed.

Most people cower

when they see me arrive.

- Hmm... Shiver me timbers.

- Yes.

- I don't give a goddamn

who you are.

What do you want?

- There are rumours about you,

Mr. Grant.

- His Highness, the King,

wouldn't send a major

to peddle in rumours.

Why are you really here?

- Brandy.

- Cobbs, would you kindly

get the major a brandy?

- Business has been good,

it seems.

There is great interest

in London

in the nature of your dealings

as of late.

Specifically, with whom

you have been dealing.

- LeBlanc, leave us.

- And him?

(door closing)

Thank you so much.

Mm. Lovely

- I shot a mountain lion

near the Cumberland Gap

when I was a child.

I skinned it and sold its hide

for two dollars,

and since that day,

I have traded more hides

than any man alive,

and I've done business

with hundreds, maybe thousands.

So you might need

to be a little more specific.

- The law is very clear

that the land that encompasses

all the tributary rivers

flowing into the Hudson Bay

is the dominion of the HBC.

And a man like yourself,

Mr. Grant,

who buys furs from voyageurs,

is in direct violation

of that law.

- Yes, well, we are in Montreal;

not in his Highness's

jurisdiction,

but under French law.

- L'acte de Quebec

does not supersede the grant

of Rupert's Land in 1670

to the Hudson Bay Company.

At this very moment,

my men have descended

upon your dock-front warehouse

to seize its contents.

You obtained those furs

illegally, Mr. Grant.

It is my duty

to enforce the king's law.

- What is your price, Major?

- I'm aware that Mr. Pond

accompanied a group

of voyageurs

to a location

known as Petrie's Rock

to purchase stolen HBC furs

from a man

known as Michael Smyth.

See, it seems you paid

your voyageurs well enough

for their labour,

but not for their silence.

- Even if that were true...

those furs are long gone.

- Oh, I don't want the furs.

I want Michael Smyth.

(Michael): I'm saying

that we can cut

the HBC out entirely.

- Those are dangerous words.

- You can trade

with the buyers in Montreal

through Rivard

and others like him.

- You don't represent

the buyers in Montreal.

- But the Montrealers,

they know a good deal

when they see one.

- The Montreal companies

will climb over their dead

for a beaver token.

- When the Black Wolf Company

robbed Fort James,

we proved that

the HBC could be beaten.

We can get enough fur to start

our own independent fort,

to trade fairly with you

and your people.

(Rivard):

What he's saying is true.

- If I could go to Montreal

with a guarantee

of Lake Walker pelts--

- No, the HBC will stamp us out

before they let us

band together.

- The power of the HBC

is the very issue.

- That's why

we have to band together.

- If you can bring a supply

of trustworthy buyers

from Montreal,

and a predictable supply

of trade goods,

then I'll consider

your arrangement.

But only then.

- Thank you.

(Grant):

No, the simplest solution

is to find Michael Smyth

and turn him in.

- Might prove to be challenging.

- Not with Clenna's help.

- She's gonna need

to be steered into that.

Clenna's not gonna

betray Michael on purpose.

- What makes you so sure?

- He stepped in and saved her

so gallantly at Petrie Rock.

- Is she more loyal to him

than us?

(Pond sighing)

- Let's not test that

if we don't have to.

- If she's not loyal to us,

what the hell is she doing here?

- All I'm saying...

is that there are other people

we can make alliances with

beside the HBC.

Samuel, are you alright?

You don't seem yourself.

Hmm?

- I feel like I'm going mad.

I wouldn't consider myself

a religious person, but...

...I feel like someone's puppet.

Who's pulling my strings, Pond?

- No one is pulling

your strings.

You just feel

a little bit guilty.

You have to forgive yourself

for Elizabeth.

- I don't... feel guilty

for what happened to Elizabeth.

She brought that trouble

on herself.

- Of course she did.

Dance with me. Please, come.

Let's just forget all of this.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Two, two, three.

Perhaps you and Clenna

can go visit Mr. Brown,

see if he's ready

to discuss business.

- I do not need you

to manage me!!

- Look lively, Chaulk.

- Yes, sir.

Right,

we'll be going to shore now.

- Where's he taking me?

- I dunno.

Get supplies, I expect.

- When will we leave?

- I don't know, do I?

- You've taken on many traits

of a man in order to survive.

- How did you know?

- Let me ask you something.

What are his Lordship's plans

with me?

- I dunno.

I think it's got something to do

with that, uh, Declan Harp?

- What do you know about Harp?

- All I know is,

he's an animal.

- First time I met him,

he had just delivered ten boats

of trade goods

in exchange for furs.

I had a bit of fire

at the livery the night before,

and the food stores

had been destroyed.

So Harp and his men

go out on a hunt.

And they came back

with eight quarters of moose.

They ate and drank all night

at the alehouse,

but when they were done,

they left enough meat

so the people of Fort James

had food

until the next supply boat came.

When I asked him

why he did that, he said,

"Because everyone gets hungry."

- Is that how you two

came to be together, then?

- He had a wife back then.

- What? What, you...

you fell for a married man?

Well, how'd you get rid of her?

- That was Benton.

He killed her.

Killed his son, too.

That changed Declan.

Declan was once loyal

to Benton, like you are.

But you can never be loyal

enough.

You will always be in danger

of betraying him.

And when you do...

he will go where it hurts

the most.

Why do you think

he's helping you?

Don't you think

it'll have a cost?

(bell clanging)

- Chaulk!

Get to your station!

- Remind me, Charlie.

Why are we doing this exactly?

Chasing this bastard Benton.

It's a waste of time.

He'll be long gone.

- Well, Harp's not gonna

let Benton harm Miss Emberly.

- Yeah, but we're all going

to perish, Charlie.

Oh. Could freeze the bones

off a brass monkey

where we're going.

- Did you ever search

for something that...

you're afraid you might find?

A man's hopes

are a dangerous thing,

McTaggart.

- Really?

But Benton's probably

chopped her up into wee bits

a long time ago.

She'll be the meat ingredient

in a good soup-

(grunting)

- Harp, he didn't mean it!

(McTaggart screaming)

He didn't mean it, Harp!

The man's just at the end

of his rope, is all!

(grunting)

- You bite your tongue

or I'll bite it off.

(McTaggart choking)

(exclaiming)

(coughing)

You turn back.

(panting)

This is my fight, not yours.

- Have a word with yourself,

Harp.

Of course I'm coming with ya.

What else am I gonna do?

Options are a bit limited now.

- Wadlow?!

- Benton.

Is that you?

(boisterous laughter)

- How are you, my boy?!

(laughing)

- To what do I owe this...

pleasure?

- I presume you've heard

that Declan Harp and myself

have had some...

disagreements of late.

- I heard you couldn't break

that thick neck of his.

- In time.

But in the meantime,

I need a secure area

to hide my prisoner.

- Be my guest.

- You see, Chaulk...

loyalty is power.

- Mr. Brown.

Every day on your knees,

mourning your wife.

You're an excellent widower,

Douglas.

I mean that sincerely.

- How dare you come here?

I know what you did

to Elizabeth.

I may not be able to prove it.

That doesn't change the truth.

- I'm not here to lament

water under the bridge.

I'm here to offer you

a business proposition.

- You killed my wife.

And usurped our business deal

with the Black Wolf Company.

And you now have the delusion,

somehow,

that I'd do business with you?

- Yes, well, the tides

are changing in Montreal.

I was visited by a man named

Major Vinnicombe,

who casts the long shadow

of the Crown. And if--

- I'd sooner drink my own piss

than partner with scum like you!

- Shh!

- Sorry.

(Douglas panting)

Hear me out, please.

I know that Carruthers & Company

suffered the same setbacks

we did from this crackdown.

Probably worse.

The only way we move forward

in this business

is if we pool our resources.

Us against them.

You understand that.

- I still see her,

lying there in the dirt...

...whenever I close my eyes.

Her skull's caved in,

flies buzzing about.

- I respect the fact

that you need to mourn.

But don't underestimate me.

This is our opportunity

for a fresh start, Douglas.

- Do not underestimate me,

Samuel Grant.

It'd do you well to remember

there's nothing more dangerous

than a man who's had everything

taken from him.

- Ahem.

(Grant): Brown is a damned fool

whose feeble morality

will be his demise!

- He's still grieving.

He just needs some time.

- There is no time, Cobbs!

I'm going to lose

everything I've built,

and it's thanks to you.

- Me?

- Yes.

- What did I do?

- Because of you,

Major Vinnicombe has linked

Michael Smyth to me.

- Samuel,

that's not entirely true.

- Watch yourself, Cobbs!

- I'm sorry.

I was trying to help.

- I'm beginning to wonder

where your loyalties lie.

- I'm not the one

who snatched that deal

from Elizabeth Carruthers's

dead hands.

- Clenna, that's not helping.

I think

I may have misheard you.

- I believe I have demonstrated

how loyal I am

to you and Mr. Pond.

Have you forgotten who

cleaned up Elizabeth's brains?

Still, you men never ask

my opinion

about your business dealings,

so I'm not going

to take your blame.

- Oh, you have an opinion,

now do you?!

- It was the voyageurs

that betrayed us to the major,

not Clenna.

- Douglas Brown...

is not a businessman.

He... he wants to be,

he tries to be,

but he is a failure.

- And when did you discover

this amazing secret?

- He is vulnerable.

He fell for a ruthless woman,

and more importantly,

she fell for him.

- Cobbs, do you understand

any of this woman-speak?

- The only way

to get to him is his heart.

Stop trying to break Mr. Brown

and... and let me handle it.

- It is impossible

to impress me.

But you almost did.

- Let me demonstrate my loyalty.

I will appeal

to Mr. Brown's softer side.

And he will join you.

- Oh, I'm sure you'll have him

eating out of your palm.

- Very well.

(wind raging)

- Harp!!!

Harp!!!

Harp!!!

Harp!!!

Harp!!!

I got ya.

I got ya. Hold on now.

- Stand him up.

(grunting)

- Wrap this around him.

Get some heat to his bones.

- I can't feel my hands!

- Let me see.

Let me see your hands!

- Ah!!

- Sorry.

- Fuck!

- Ah, damn it, no.

(groaning)

(breathing heavily)

(muttering indistinctly)

Sonofa...

(McTaggart moaning)

Ah...

Charlie, we gotta keep going.

- Push on.

- Come on, come on!

(moaning)

- He's a cruel

and dangerous person, Chaulk.

You're not safe with him.

He has taken me simply because

I love a man he hates.

And he will kill me for that.

I don't think that'll sit well

on your conscience.

Look, I don't know you.

But I know you must have

dreams of a life.

For yourself.

For a family maybe?

There's no life with Benton.

You're no better than his slave.

- Do you know the way

to Fort James?

- Why would we go there?

- Because that's where

your husband is.

We're gonna need protection.

- The only thing I need

from that man is an annulment.

We'll find a safe spot,

not far from here...

and we'll wait.

- Wait?

For what?

- For Declan Harp.

- You leaving in the morning?

- Not quite sure

when I'll be leaving.

I'm waiting for something.

- What?

- A Black Wolf.

- There's someone here

to see you.

Clenna Dolan is insisting

she speak with you.

- Alright. Ahem. Send her in.

- Mr. Brown.

- Ms. Dolan.

What can I do to help you?

- I wanted to return something.

Mrs. Carruthers gave me this hat

some time ago,

when I worked for her.

- Ha.

She... had an eye for style,

no mistake.

- After what happened,

I-I felt it wasn't right

to keep it.

I thought you should have it.

- I thank you.

- Hmm. How are things

at the factory?

- Oh... aside from the fact

that there's no furs to process,

or wages to pay anyone -

I'd say it's going quite well,

thank you.

- Well, I owe your wife

a great deal.

I hope you know that.

I was on my way

back to London...

I ran out of money for passage.

I was utterly lost

until she picked me up

and took me in.

- Only to see you fly

into the arms of Samuel Grant.

- It's quite complicated.

I'd think you'd understand that

more than most.

Sorry to have bothered you.

- Ms. Dolan.

My wife never believed

in half measures about anything.

So if she gave this to you,

she wanted you to keep it and...

And so do I.

(sighing)

- It's my fault Vanstone stole

your trade goods, Rivard.

He came to the Lake Walkers

looking for me.

- Well,

if you take a bite at them,

they will bite back.

Take a chunk of flesh

from everybody like...

sharks with wool coats!

This is the way it is, Michael.

The Natives and my people

do all the work,

and the... the English

take the benefit.

- Well, I plan to make it

up to you. Somehow.

- What can one man do, eh?

Against such a force.

- No one man can beat

the HBC.

Not one-on-one.

- Good evening.

No. No, please, we mean no harm.

Already had enough muskets

waved in our faces for one day.

Oh, God bless ya.

- Evening.

- Hello.

- Were you guys hit too?

- Those bastards

keep knocking us back.

Took everything we got!

Name's O'Reilly.

And my wife, Kahwihta.

- Madame.

- Mercer.

A few men from the outfit.

- A few?

- I got a few dozen more

at camp.

- And I'm Michael Smyth.

This is my outfit.

- I can do the work

of a couple-dozen men.

- Perhaps I should task you

with kicking some English arse,

get me fucking furs back!

- Ah, nothing would give me

more pleasure.

- The Company's been making it

harder on everyone to trade,

starving people out.

Before long, it won't be worth

working on the lines anymore.

- We should use their own

techniques against them.

Starve the HBC out.

Choke out their trade...

...break their arrangements

with their partners.

- Fine theory.

- We need to form an alliance.

With every independent company

from here to the northwest.

Us...

...Rivard,

and his access to the voyageurs.

O'Reilly...

How many men

did you say you had?

(shouting in the distance)

- Wadlow!!

(groaning)

(soft music)

(bird call echoing)

(gushing)

(grunting)

- Charlie?!

Charlie!

Get McTaggart.

We've gotta keep moving.

Head out.

- Harp! Dare I ask,

when we get to Moose Fort,

what's our plan?

'Cause you know that place

will be rammed with Redcoats!

- The man makes a good point.

- Harp!

- What?

- We're gonna need an army.

- Fine. Let's go get an army.