All language subtitles for Frontier (2016) S02E03 The Wolf and the Bear(EN)

- I'll be right back.

Christ!

What the hell!?

- I got you.

- Harp!

You're alive!
- Come here, boy.

- What the hell are you doing
sneaking up on us?

- Well, took me a long time
to find you, Michael!

Sokanon.
- Sokanon...

Lovely to see you again,
sweetheart.

Whoa...
- Hey!

Sokanon.

- Touchy!

- Oh yeah, I forgot.
She hates you.

- Well, I'm Michael.

- Go find your pants,
Michael.

- Aye.

- Bow out, Lordship,
before you lose a hand.

- A gentleman never yields.

- Oh!
: Oh...

: Aye!

- Yes! Where's the good money?

Mr. Benton, sir,

present your flippers!

This is for the loss of the good
game "able-whackets".

And one more for the same!

- Funny, lash you put me to
didn't feel like

a soaked string.

- It's only a game.

- If it will salve your wounded
pride, Everton, have at.

- Bit more sporting,
don't you think?

- You'll break his hands!

Stop!

- You wanna fight me, sailor?

- You touch my friend again,

I'll do more than fight you.

- Never underestimate friends
in low places, Everton.

- Once I tell Lord Fisher
of your crimes,

your new friends
can come to your hanging.

Back to work!

- I have only pity for Everton.

He thinks condemning me
will mask his own cowardice.

- You killed a priest, he says.

- Ah, yes...

A tragedy.

I was battling the mad criminal
Declan Harp,

and the poor priest
fell into my shot.

I shall never forgive myself.

- Get over that, sir.

You alright?

- Aye.

I take it I'm not your only
confidante, Ms. Chaulk?

- Darraugh'll slice off your
tongue if you talk about me.

It's not a threat.

It's just a fact.

He's a man who can't control
his rage.

- You know every crease in those
cards by heart, don't you?

- It's the only pack
on the ship.

You didn't stand a chance.

- What happened to you?

Well, we've had success hitting
HBC outposts and taking furs.

- So the Black Wolf
are thieves now?

- When Dimanche left,
most of the men left.

When you disappeared,
it was just me and Sokanon.

We had a job to convince
a few of the men to rejoin us.

We needed capital.

So we took a few loans from the
HBC. I thought you'd approve.

- Do you know your distance,
Michael?

Throw straight, not hard.

You and Sokanon belong together.

She trusts you.

Just remember. She's family.

- So, what now?

- You tell me, Michael.

- I think we should keep
hitting outposts,

we can hit York boats
when they portage.

We could end up
with a thousand pelts.

- I don't think that's really
gonna hurt the Company.

- Is our goal to rebuild
the Black Wolf

or to undermine the Company?
- I want both.

- Sold! To the man with one ear!

- What the hell
is going on here?

- They're selling all our stock.

- Bloody ingrates.

Explain yourself.

- You are in arrears,
Mrs. Chesterfield.

Authentic military heirloom!

Can I get bid two guineas?

Two? Three?

- Ten guineas.

- Sold!

- That hat belongs to my father.

It is not for sale.

- Actually, Governess,

it belongs to your husband.

In fact, this whole place
became my property

when you married me.

- The ale was licensed
by Governor Threadwell

to my father.

- Show me the license.

That's what I thought.

- Another item,
these fine tankards!

- Be reasonable, Grace.

Come home.

- Shall I put you
on the block, dearie?

I bet you'd fetch a fair price,
aye...

- Don't you dare
speak to her like that.

- Right, lads!

Let's sell something!

- What's that?

- Oh, it's...

It's just a wee bit of rubbish.

There's no need
to dirty yourself.

- It's not proof.

- We were sabotaged.

- Without witnesses,
we'll be just dismissed

as another woman
and her Negro servant

who can't handle business.

- Nitric acid.

Mix it with quicksilver
and it's used in carroting.

Mix too much
and you spoil the fur.

I'll wager that Samuel Grant
is behind this.

- Chin up.

- Mr. Grant.

Pay up.

- Happily.

You've done the impossible,
my dear. You've proven me wrong.

Extend our invitation
to Beaumont.

- Then I'm lady enough
for your toff?

- That toff happens to be the
richest felt buyer in Europe,

Miss Dolan.

- Well, just so we're clear...

I'll wrap him 'round my finger,
but I'll not--

- I don't care what you do
with your finger,

as long as you secure
an exclusive agreement

with Mr. Beaumont.

And if you don't,

you'll find your own way
back to London.

Just so we're clear.

- One night, ten thousand pelts.

We're going to rob Fort James.

- We're wanted men. It's not
easy to move around Fort James.

- It's not, but it can be done.
- How?

- Michael will think
of something.

Excuse me.

- Ten thousand pelts
with a handful of men?

- They're keen.

- In a fight. But...

McTaggart is unpredictable.

- I know you don't like
McTaggart.

But he's crazy,
and we need crazy.

- I don't even know
the other one.

- Benton is gone. And
the only way to get him back

is if we gut the entire
Hudson's Bay Company.

- You don't start a war
to kill one man.

- What you call war,
they call business.

- Stealing their furs
won't stop that.

- If we rob a fort,
they reinforce every fort.

More men, less profit.

It doesn't matter
how many lives I take.

Only the gold that I cost them.

- Coin for blood is
Benton's way.

- We can fight them without
becoming them, Sokanon.

- How do we get the pelts
out of Fort James unnoticed?

- Season's haul will be
in one place:

the Company storehouse.

There only is one way in or out.

That door faces
the centred square,

which is bordered
by the ale house,

the blacksmith's shop
and the west gate.

- Which means a lot of people.

- Yes, but tucked
behind the storehouse

is this root cellar.

- A tunnel!
Fucking balls on you.

- We take the bundles
from the root cellar,

through the woods,
and to the river.

Assuming we could do this out of
sight and at a steady pace...

it'll take us about a week.

And there'll be about
a foot and a half of masonry

in the foundation
to blow through.

- Jack. That mad bastard.

- A friend of yours?

- Ah, he can get through
the rock. How do we get out?

- With a mountain of fur
and no ship to transport it?

If we had a bunch of canoes
at the river,

and men who can guide them
upriver at night,

then it could actually work.

- Well, we know someone.

- Wahush.

- Another friend?

- Then all we need is a buyer
in Montreal.

I'll take care of that.
It's settled.

- You really think
we can do this?

- I know we can.

Good trade.

- I regret this already.

- Good man.

Alright, take Michael to Wahush.

You guys start heading off
to Fort James.

Boys, let's go pick up Jack
and we'll head to Montreal.

We'll meet in Fort James
in a fortnight.

- I should go with you.

- Wahush won't listen
to Michael.

And I'm bad company
with a price on my head.

- Don't let your guard down.

- Never.

- So there's me, Jack and Harp

staring down
this big fucking Kodiak.

Twelve feet of muscle
and spite. And I'm thinking,

Well lads, pretty soon we're all
just going to be bear shite,

when Jack, the crazy bastard,
starts singing.

Doesn't he, Harp? So he does.

And he's lulling this bear out,
real gentle-like,

and he reaches out--
- That doesn't sound smart.

- Fucking boom!

Dumps his powder bag
on its head, touches it off.

Bear shoots off like a fucking
Roman candle. A beauty!

Here, Harp, I bet he's still
out there bald as a monk,

pissed as fuck.

- Harp, this sounds like
a dangerous man.

- Jack was a sapper
during the war.

Never knew of a fort he
couldn't dig through or blow up.

- And you two are
friends, right?

- Charleston's an odd
fucking name, is it not?

- I actually prefer Charlie.

Charlie--

- Come on, get down!

- Aw...

Fuck!

Ah!

- It's a scratch, McTaggart.

Stay down, we don't know
how many there are.

- I count eight seconds a shot.
- So what?

- There's only one of 'em.
Listen.

Those shots are coming
from one place.

- Nah! Away you go.
No man can reload that fast.

- A musket, no.
But a Fergusson rifle...

Ol' Mister Russell had one,
prized it like none other.

- Ah... fucking bastard.

- Eight shots a minute
in capable hands.

- I just need a run
at the bastard.

- Just easy now, hold still.

- Keep your goddamn head down.

Get him to Jack's place.
McTaggart knows the way.

He's after me, not you.

- That rifle can hit you
from 300 yards out.

If he spots you coming...

- I'll be the last thing
he sees.

- Alright, Black Wolf.

- Is this him? The guy
who makes the boats?

- And knows the rivers,

and can travel more distance
than anyone.

No.
- Whoo-ooh! Ha, ha!

- Put me down, Wahush!

- You shouldn't smile so much,
Sokanon.

It ruins your scowl.

- This is Michael.

He's a friend.

- Any friend of yours is
a friend of mine.

My name is Wahush.

- We must speak.

- And eat. Come on!

You still know
which end is which?

- How do you know him?

- Wahush and I
were promised to each other.

- He was your fiancé?

- You could call it that.

Then Benton came...

And I left, and joined Harp.

- Is this going to affect
our business?

- It's not your concern.
- Like hell.

He can't know about us if he's
going to be a part of the plan.

We've come from Declan Harp.

- And what does Declan Harp
want, besides Redcoat blood?

- We need to move beaver pelts
to Montreal.

- At night, at the new moon.

- How many?

- Ten thousand.

- You must have
pretty big traps.

- We're going to rob the HBC.

- I will not help
massacre English.

- You won't.

- We can do this
without killing.

- Why did you come here?

We're traders.
Not pirates.

You've wasted your time.

- Maybe you're right.
I'm sure we can find

better boats elsewhere.

- You think so?

- No offense, I'm sure
we can find someone else

to make a paper dinghy.

- Paper dinghy.

Spend the night, please.

Both of you.

- We should go.

- Then we leave with nothing.

Wahush is right,
there is no one else.

- I don't trust him.

- I'll change his mind.

Try to change yours.

- Yah!

- You seem so tense, my pet.

- The silk in this dress could
feed a family for a month.

- And you fear that someone here
might steal it.

- Well, I would.
- I certainly hope no one tries.

Blood is such a bother to clean.

- Mr. Pond.

- Mr. and Mrs. Carruthers.

Or is it Mrs. Brown?

- It's Carruthers, I assure you.

And who's this on your arm?

Not a lady, surely?

Miss Dolan.
I see you've found a patron.

- Mr. Pond is a friend.

- Not to anyone but himself.

- Miss Dolan. We're expected.

- Alright, we found Grant's man
like you wanted,

what's that supposed to prove?

- The Irish girl worked for me.

She knew enough
to taint the vats

and she's obviously
gone over to Grant.

- Surely you do not think
she did it?

- I'll have her arrested
by sundown.

Her confession
will condemn Grant.

And I will beat him.

Douglas?

- What if she's innocent?

- She's a low-bred Irish girl.

I know she's guilty and soon
the Magistrate will too.

- I languished in a prison

for something
that rat Cobbs Pond did.

- I'm over the death of my
husband. And you should be too.

- I'll not let that girl pay
for something I did.

- Meaning what exactly?

- Grace.
What are you doing here?

- May I come in?

Strange.

Feels bigger in the daylight.

- I know why you're here.

78th Fraser Highlanders is...

your father's regiment.

- He wore it
at the Plains of Abraham.

Shed blood to win this land
for the King.

- I only meant to keep it
in the family.

I would like to meet him
someday.

- No, you wouldn't.

Do you mind if I stay awhile?

See if the place fits?

- Of course not.

Do you, uh...

You want food?
There's a...

a chicken in the pantry.

- No, I thought
I could just... sit.

Read maybe.

It will be hard for me
to settle in
if you sit there staring.

- Yeah.

You're right.

So call, if you need anything.

: We found
each other, Black Wolf.

No man has come so close
to killing Tetukin as you.

I've come a long way.

And now, I've found
worthy an opponent.

You broke my gun.

Its last owner offered it
if I would spare his life.

What will you offer me?

- Why don't you come
find out, asshole.

- I track you here.

How long you think it would
take me to track your friends?

I pulled it out of your quiet
friend up north.

He was a patient one, wasn't he?

Now. I go...

kill the rest of your friends.

- Found something to read,
I see.

Your father's license. It's not
exactly literature, is it?

Thought you might fancy a cup.

You'll have to forgive it,
though. I never could make
a proper cup of tea.

- You knew this was here.

- Oh, I'm meticulous about
paperwork. Especially yours.

- The ale's not yours.

This proves my father owns it.

- Then where is he?

Why make this so hard?

What belongs to me belongs
to you, you're my wife.

Go on.

Go on! You got
what you came for.

For all the good
it will do you.

With your father gone
so many years,

it's time we declare him dead
and I claim the ale
for firewood.

- Never seen anybody
sew up a boat before.

- My mother always said...

"one loose stitch
and you'll be swimming home".

- She taught you?

- She and my father,

they used to make boats
for Harp's people.

That's how I met Sokanon.

- She never mentioned you.

- My brothers,
they used to make fun of us.

They used to say she was more
of a man than me.

She gave them all black eyes.

- Sounds like
she proved their point.

- You know, maybe she didn't
really want a husband.

Maybe she just wanted a wife.

- We must speak.

If we take their furs,

the HBC will be desperate
for more.

You can trade for a better
price, do more for your people.

- I see how he's changed you.

- Michael has strength.

He believes in himself
as few do.

I came here for your help.

- You're here for me.

- This was a mistake.

- Are you alright?
- Not now.

: Darraugh.

You care about Chaulk, it seems.

- I looks after him,
he looks after me.

We're like brothers.

- Then I should give you
warning.

Everton has found out
about our boy.

- What did you say?

- Everton knows Chaulk's secret.

- You be very careful
what you say next, old man.

- Do not mistake my meaning,

the secret is safe with me.

I share this with you

simply because I fear
it will be revealed

and great harm
will come to Chaulk.

I heard Everton say
he was going to get her

in their storeroom,

and take turns.

Locked in this cage,
I fear I am unable to help.

- Oh, you've helped plenty.

- Le Marquis de Beaumont.

- Marquis.

I trust your visit
has been pleasant?

- Oh, I must say, Monsieur,

I will die happy
if I never set foot

in one more felting factory.

- I believe you've met
Miss Dolan?

- I had hoped to see you
before my business was done.

- Your Lordship is too kind.

- It's the latest from Vienna.
- Oh!

I heard it there some years ago.

- I've taken the liberty
of drawing up a contract

recognizing our exclusive
partnership.

The finest felt for the finest
heads in Europe.

- Maybe...
: ...after dinner?

- Vienna sounds beautiful,
Marquis.

- Oh! Mademoiselle,

it would sound better without
all that damned German.

- You have the nerve
to sabotage my business,

but when it comes time
to place blame on a girl,

you lose composure
and confess?!

- Oh, for Christ's sake,
Elizabeth,

this has not been easy for me.

- Oh, I'm so sorry
I took you into my home.

- And for that I'm grateful,
but remember,

I didn't do anything wrong
in the first place.

- Until now!

- My brother and I were
just trying to get our family

back on our feet again.

I'm sorry.

I am.

Samuel Grant's the one
who put us up to it.

- What do you think?

- I think Mr. Brown
deserves credit

for not letting an innocent
person take the blame
for his wrongdoings.

However...

the cost to us for the damaged
furs is considerable.

- Where does this leave us?

- I can make this right.

- See that you do.

- What in Christ's name
possessed you to do that?

- You know what.

I was not going to let some wee
innocent take the fall for us.

- Your sensitive temperament's
got us

in a right fucking pickle now,
hasn't it?

I can't believe that after all
we've been through,

you confessed to that bitch!

If we're going to get back
on our feet,

we need to make
Grant wear this.

- Aye.

So let's focus on that.

♪ Seldom sober ♪

♪ I'm a rover o'high degree ♪

- Is it absolutely necessary
that you sing?

- Either I sing or I pass out.

Jack! Get your ass out here,

I'm bleeding like a pig
and won't last the night.

- I need to speak with Grant.

- Excuse us, Leblanc.

What seems to be the problem?

- Douglas lost his nerve,
told that...

Elizabeth everything.

- Well, she can't prove
anything.

- Not if I smash that pot
you gave me into dust.

Where is it?

- It's in the larder.

Hurry.

Mrs. Carruthers!

- Hello, Mr. Pond.
We meet again.

I have business
with Samuel Grant.

- Mrs. Carruthers!

What an unexpected delight.
I'm afraid I have company now--

- Not for long.

Marquis, your host is
a cheat and a criminal.

- I beg your pardon?

- Oh!

I hope this is
a parlour game, yes?

- More like a misunderstanding,
I think.

- Mr. Grant destroyed my wife's
furs to undermine her business.

- You will forgive me, Monsieur,
but in France

such accusations are customarily
supported by evidence.

- Yes!

- That's the handle from
the jar of acid that he used.

- This is not a parlour game.

- No, it's not.

- Proof? Like, uh...

...like this?

- What a ridiculous display!

This proves nothing. He could
have got this anywhere.

- No, I found some others just
like it in the larder there.

Should we have a look?

- Marquis, you must understand--

- I think I do.

Bonsoir, Monsieur.

Mademoiselle.

- Until we meet again, Marquis.
- Indeed, Mrs. Carruthers.

- Betting on the Brown Brothers
was my mistake.

And now it'll be yours too.

- Oh, don't be so hard on them,
Mr. Grant.

They possess something you lack:

integrity.

Shall we?

- Now there's a look
I've seen in the mirror.

- You are drifting
into very deep water.

- More drink.

: I know
you're out there, Black Wolf.

You should have cut your losses!

- McTaggart!

You with us?

- He's lost a lot of blood!

- Just let 'em go.

It's just you and me.
- Come, Black Wolf.

I wait long time for you.

We will fight.

Your friends...

They can go.

Except this one.

- Jack.

- He was a noisy piggy.
- Harp!?

Don't come in here!

Aaah!

- Stop. Stop!

You win. You win!

Just let them go.

It's you and me.

- You have my word.

- I'm sorry about Jack, Charlie.
I know he was your friend.

Remember that grizzly bear
you guys took down together?

- Yeah!

- Harp. Don't be stupid.

We'll never make it out.

- I told you.

I give you my word.

- Come on, come on.
- Go, go, go, go!

- Nyet...!

Rest in peace, Jack Crisp,

you fucking nutter.

- Darraugh?

Where's Darraugh?

- I don't know.

He seemed rather troubled.

- What...?

- Darraugh, no!

What did you do?

- You know that's women's work.

- Couldn't sleep.

Idle hands and all.

Look...

I know you think Harp is
a madman

and quite frankly,
I'm not sure you're wrong.

But I know one thing.

We both care
about Sokanon, right?

Then let's make sure
this gets done right.

The best boats.

And the best men for the job.

- I'll be waiting at Fort James
on the new moon.

And I won't be there long.

And if you betray me...

I don't think I've seen him
any whiter.

Relax, Michael Smyth.

When this is over,
we'll speak again.

Declan Harp, you owe me.

- Governor, calm yourself.
- No!

- Stop!

- Where is my wife?

- She's not feeling well today,
sir. Oh!

- The guards saw her leave
through the north gate.

Where did she go?

- To Montreal.

To find her father.

- The ale's yours, Mr. Carter.
Do what you like with it.

- What? You can't do that!

- And who is to fucking stop me?

- We're going to have a...
little more fun around here now.

I'll put you girls to work.