Frontier

Previously on "Frontier"...

Sir, we've spotted a sail on the horizon.

His name is Johnson.

Come out of nowhere with a stick up his ass.

Give me access to company ledgers... that means now.

- Shh. Shh. - Michael, is that you?!

I thought of you everyday, Clenna.

- Soldiers are coming! - They followed you!

- Ah! - Ugh!

Declan Harp, you are under arrest.

Make sure his bonds are tight.

That's it.

Take off the hood.

Michael Smyth is still at large?

Yes, Sir.

He can't be far.

Find him.

Every building, every alley!

I want every corner searched

until Michael Smyth is found!

Sit tight and stay quiet.

You'll be safe here.

You're bleedin'. Let me see.

This is your fault!

The Redcoats followed you. Lord Benton set up a trap,

and you walked right into it like a fool!

Harp is like a brother to me.

It's impressive.

The fear you provoke in others.

It demands respect.

We're going to have a discussion about respect,

or more precisely, your lack of respect for me.

He's not in the jail.

Nobody's seen him.

Are you sure he's still alive?

Benton's obsessed with Harp,

he's not gonna kill him, not straight off.

He'll have him stashed some place out of the way.

Well, I want to know where.

Get out there, both of you.

Talk to whoever you can...

company men, soldiers.

Just be discrete.

Michael Smyth and the woman. Where are they?

How should I know?

They were under your protection.

Says who? And while we're at it,

your soldiers made quite a mess last night.

I thought we were working together?

They were in your back room.

Why were you giving them shelter?

I wasn't.

What is Declan Harp to you, Grace?

What the fuck is going on?

- You're being paranoid. - Am I?

Why would I take such a ridiculous risk?

Harp is nothing to me.

And I have no idea where the others are.

I would like to propose a tally.

How many of my men have you killed of late?

Seven at the outpost...

Another five on the evening you stole the Lake Walker boy.

Oh, have I forgotten someone?

Oh yes, last night, two more at the ale house.

Fourteen men, my men.

Fourteen English soldiers.

Fourteen wives bereft and grieving.

Fourteen sons made orphans, just like yourself.

Fourteen death sentences for Declan Harp.

Perhaps I shall hang you fourteen times.

You turned your back on me, Declan.

You betrayed me.

And you will admit this.

You will show me respect

and you will beg my forgiveness.

I made a mistake.

I just couldn't bear the thought of Clenna

in that house with Benton.

You should have known they would follow.

I thought I was being careful.

You double back, you see if they're behind you!

You're right!

I wasn't thinkin'. I'm sorry.

Harp's not dead, he can't be.

We shouldn't be down here!

We should find him and help him!

Not until it's safe!

Do you need help?

Here.

It's shallow. It's not bad.

That doesn't hurt?

Of course it hurts.

Everything hurts.

Are there any more?

Um, no. You're good.

You went after your woman,

you came back alone.

Stay here.

Captain Johnson for Lord Benton!

Hello?

Oh! Stop it! Let go of me!

Be quiet!

Captain Chesterfield, what is this?!

None of your concern!

I am under lord Benton's protection!

Captain do not walk away from me, Sir!

Chesterfield! Is it true you've captured Declan Harp?

He's not in the jail. Where is he?!

I wish to see him!

Chesterfield!

Gather our men together. Now.

I don't care how much we owe him,

we need to take him down.

Have you lost your fuckin' mind, eh?!

Samuel Grant's got us by the balls, Douglas.

The last thing we should do is antagonize him.

So you'd rather we take a bullet in the eye?!

- Don't be dramatic. - I was there! I saw it!

This is exactly why I didn't want to take his money in the first place!

That's not the point!

What didn't I say? I said, "it's a terrible fuckin' idea"

and I was right!

Oh, who the fuck is that now?

Douglas Brown.

Malcolm Brown.

You have defaulted on a substantial debt.

By the order of Samuel Grant,

you are to be imprisoned and brought to trial.

Ah! Fuck!

What are you doin'?! Let go of me!

Please.

Do resist again, hmm.

Mrs. Elizabeth Carruthers.

You have my condolences, Madam,

for your most poignant loss.

Your husband was an exceptional man.

My husband was a drunkard.

I'm glad he's dead and so are you.

You've certainly wasted no time,

sending a man to his funeral.

Hardly the sort of vulgar move

I expect from a man of your standing.

He was successful.

His enterprise covered everything from trading in raw pelts,

to selling beaver hats and everything in-between.

He also opened up lucrative trading routes west of the bay.

You've done your research.

Carruthers and Company is a prize, Madam.

Enormous potential. Tell me...

Are you planning on running it yourself?

You could certainly make a killing.

But you'd never let that happen, would you, Mr. Grant?

No?

Well, you want my husband's company

and you will have it at any cost.

I intend to fight you tooth and nail.

- You will lose. - Will I?

Badly.

A much better path...

would be for us to work together.

Better why?

Because, well, of course,

you are a woman in a man's world,

a man's trade.

My dear, you must realize,

what you more than anything is a man.

Such as yourself.

Surely you would discard me at the first opportunity,

as you have, no doubt, so many women before.

I suppose that's a risk

you'll have to take.

Consider my offer.

And please join me tonight for dinner.

We can discuss the future.

If any of you know the whereabouts of Michael Smyth,

- I have a message! - What are you doing?

If he wants his girl to live, he will turn himself in!

If you do not wish your secrets to be aired aloud,

you will let her go.

You will mind your business, Grace!

I mean it, Chesterfield.

What is the matter with you?!

You know I will not allow you to threaten the life

of an innocent girl!

It is not your place to allow me anything!

I will go to Lord Benton.

I will tell him you've been stealing company furs

and forcing me to store them.

You're bluffing.

Am I?

I'll find him without her.

That's right, you go you arsehole!

You must be Clenna Dolan.

She's only just arrived.

She's still getting her bearings.

I was all disoriented too when I first came ashore.

It doesn't mean anything.

She's just, she's frightened.

Who can blame her?

She just needs time to adjust.