Frontier

Previously on "Frontier"...

What's your connection with Lord Benton?

I made a deal with him... There is a girl.

Benton said he'd hang her if I didn't do it.

My grandson has been taken.

If he is alive I will find him.

I have an idea, I walk through the front door;

I'm there to see Lord Benton.

I'll let you in.

Don't let the Irish lad out of your sight.

He's worth five times your weight in ale.

That's not what I said! Jesus!

We are here.

We are goin' there. That's east. That's south.

That's where we're goin'! Idiot.

Declan Harp.

You mad bastard.

I'm here to negotiate for the hostage.

Oh, there'll be no negotiation.

On the ground, face down now.

Those are pretty hats.

If you release him to me

I might let you keep yours.

You've got some stones, Harp,

I'll give you that,

but you're out of your fuckin' mind.

Dogs...

Wearin' hats.

Well, maybe you donna count so well,

but you're badly outnumbered.

Good dog.

Ah!

You could help here, you know!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah, let him go.

That's it.

Keep the pressure on,

if you let him breathe you're right back at square one.

Harp! Help!

What would you do if I wasn't here?

Oh God! Did I kill him?

No, no, no, he's just unconscious.

Are you hurt?

Oh no, I'm great.

Just freezin' to death. Thanks.

Go get yourself a coat.

Help yourself.

Now he's dead.

The Low River Company tartan.

You work for Malcolm Brown?

So you murder innocent Lake Walkers

and take my man hostage?

Hmm.

Ah!

Perhaps you didn't hear me.

- I asked if you worked for Malcolm Brown. - Fuck you!

Fuckin' bastard!

Ah!

He murdered Kitchi. Kill him and let's get on with it.

Oh no, I'm not gonna be killing you dog.

Damn it!

- You're gonna take me to Malcolm Brown. - My fuckin' ear!

- And I want some answers. - Fuck you! Jesus!

Up dog!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Good boy.

Machk!

Why go to Malcolm Brown?

This is exactly the kind of reckless move

that got Samoset killed.

Mind your tongue or I will cut it out.

Why not go to Kamenna?

Machk will demand retaliation against the Brown brothers.

He's probably already moving on the Low River camp.

Brown is our competition.

Why not let the Lake Walkers destroy them?

'Cause that's what Benton wants.

Right? If we're out here killing each other,

it makes it that much easier for Benton

to tighten his grip on controlling the trade.

The HBC is our common enemy.

They have unlimited resources

and if we are gonna take them and Benton down

we're gonna need all the independent companies to work together.

We have to stop this war between the Browns

and the Lake Walkers before it happens.

Let's go.

Up!

Oh God, whose attribute is always to have mercy

and to uh... to spare, we uh...

Ach, get on with it, man.

We humbly present our prayers to Thee

for the souls of Thy loyal servants

- whom Thou uh, whom Thou hast called... - Declan Harp.

Has this day called out of this world...

How in God's name did you let him kill so many of our men?

We were taken by surprise.

He knew exactly where to find the Lake Walker boy.

Into the hands of the enemy, nor to,

nor to forget forever, but to, to...

You dispatched Cedric Brown, did you not?

I did. I stabbed him myself.

Did Harp see you kill him, see you take the child?

- No, it's impossible. - To, to bear them into paradise, yes!

Would you shut up for one moment!

Chesterfield, remind me,

where did you find young Kitchi?

Chesterfield?

In the storeroom behind the ale house.

Leave.

Emberly!

Lord Benton.

Can I offer you somethin'?

Brandy.

Of course.

Something has come to my attention

which is very troubling.

Oh?

What's that, my Lord?

The Lake Walker boy.

You did not inform me that he was in your care.

I dinna wish to waste your time

given your new responsibilities as Acting Governor

since Mr. Threadwell's untimely death.

Sparing me the trouble.

Hmm, how thoughtful.

Exactly, my Lord.

You've fared well with this place,

a woman, amongst all these rough men.

One might even say you prospered,

but I need hardly remind you that your ale house

operates by license and with my blessing.

Of course, my Lord, I am at your service,

but without hot food and drink

you might have a mutiny on your hands.

Oh, I'd never close the place, my dear,

I'd simply award the license to someone else,

someone who fits more comfortably in britches.

I have reason to believe

that you've been entertaining Declan Harp,

feeding him information.

I haven't seen Declan Harp in years,

and I certainly wouldn't allow him in here, my Lord.

No, of course not.

Hmm, this is excellent brandy.

It's French, isn't it?

Yes, my Lord.

Such a pity it's illegal.

The black market does carry risks, Miss Emberly.

Chesterfield...

Search the premises.

Any barrel, cask or bottle that does not have the HBC stamp,

remove at once.

What the hell is goin' on?

I'll get this under control.

We need to move those pelts.

Yeah.

Where is he?

Stay here. Stay alert.

Declan fuckin' Harp in the flesh.

You'd better tell me why the fuck

you're walking around my camp like you own the fuckin' place.

Oh, I found this piece of shit

and I thought you might want it back.

On your fuckin' knees!

Huh. MacLaughlan.

- Does he work for you? - This fuckin' thief?

I threw him and some other useless pricks like him out months ago.

I'd sooner gut him than look at him.

What did he do?

Attacked the Lake Walker village, half a dozen dead.

Jesus Christ.

Fuckin' idiot!

He's wearin' your colors.

So that's why you're here, to accuse me of murder?

Is that how you would do business, eh?

Kill your suppliers?

Don't be ridiculous, man.

Yeah, well, your fuck head brother kidnapped one of them.

Kitchi...

The Okimaw's grandson? Held him hostage.

If Cedric had anythin' to do with this

I'll personally rip him a new arse!

Cedric's dead.

A man named Chesterfield,

Lord Benton's right hand man.

I'm gonna find this man Chesterfield,

and when I'm finished with him

there won't be a piece of bigger than my fist!

You got a bigger problem, Brown.

The Lake Walkers are seeking retribution.

I know nothing about no fuckin' attack!

Why would I murder them?

I need their fucking trade!

You...

Who told you to do it, hey?

Who fuckin' hired ya?!

Answer me or I swear to Christ

I'll rip your head from your fuckin' body!

He's not gonna talk.

You'll need to talk to the Lake Walkers.