Frontier

You have to get away from here, understand?

I cannot keep you safe.

Go north.

I'm sorry, this is your only chance for survival, my friend.

So, sir.

You almost there, brother.

I don't know.

This is just your Irish half-talking.

I thought you were done.

I thought you weren't, brother.

Declan Harp, and his crew nearly blew this place apart.

We need to capture Harp if we want to secure this Fort.

That's why the HBC has offered to pay 200 pounds for his head.

You don't have to call.

I see you.

Look at this. Four pelts.

What did you get?

Show off.

I'll take these to Montreal.

Make sure you get a good price.

Our men joined the Black Wolf because we promised they'd do better with us than the HBC.

They joined the Black Wolf because of Harp.

He'll find us when he's ready.

I'll be back with their profits soon.

Hey.

Don't get distracted in Montreal.

What's the report?

- Nothing yet, sir. - Nothing on Harp?

With a bounty on his head, more bounty hunters will arrive by the day.

Imogen!

I am in need of assistance.

It's only a matter of time.

- Yes, Milord? - I need to release water.

So you're hoping my bounty hunters will achieve what you cannot.

You never fail to disappoint me, Chesterfield.

I've made progress in other areas.

Can you raise your bottom?

If I could raise my bottom, I'd raise my bottom out of bed, wouldn't I?

I don't think it's in.

- Your Thomas? - Yes, my Thomas!

You've made progress.

I've been getting this operation back in order.

Careful, Chesterfield.

Tracking inventory properly,

confirming pelt quality and prices.

Ensuring that the HBC still has it's stronghold on the trade.

Things which have been neglected of late.

Remove it.

I want Declan Harp's head.

Then you should've taken it when he was in your custody.

It was a mistake bringing you here.

Oh, how you've failed to live up to my expectations.

I'm doing my job.

Your job was to catch a Declan Harp.

Now you heed my commands,

or I send you back on the supply ship to London,

where you'll be licking your lieutenant's boots again.

Without me,

this Fort will fall.

You?

You need me.

Do I?

I do believe a chimpanzee could match your accomplishments.

Captain, Chesterfield.

Now leave.

I wish to eat my breakfast.

Violating the property of the HBC?

This bounty is doing nothing but attracting horrible, violent men to this Fort.

Declan Harp is long gone. It needs to be lifted.

It'll never happen. Not while Benton's Governor.

- That man is a menace. - Yeah, well, on that we agree.

I thought you wanted to turn this place into something better.

Isn't that why we've been working together? - I do.

But all Benton cares about is capturing Harp.

Then do something about it.

What exactly do you suggest?

We're not the only ones around here who see his madness.

He hanged Governor Threadwell.

He murdered Father Coffin.

Speak to the men.

He's weak.

Take advantage of it.

Malcolm it's not safe for you in Fort James any longer.

I'm here to kill the man who killed my brother and I'll not rest until that's done.

Just to feel nearly beat you to death, Malcolm.

He is only gaining an influence here and you have established yourself as a zen in me.

Things are different here.

Not to me, they are not.

And I was drunk and that will not happend again.

You really lost one brother.

You have another in Montreal present.

Go to him.

Get yourself back on your feet in Montreal.

For your own benefit, Malcolm, I'm not giving you a choice.

I'll go.

You mark my words.

I'll be back to finish that bastard Chesterfield.

Even if that's the last fucking thing I do.

We have been trained to follow orders.

But we are being led by a governor with no regard for the HBC or the Crown.

He cares only for his personal vendettas,

putting all of us in compromised positions.

He will make one of us take the fall for his mistakes.

I have the scars to prove it.

He may be the Governor of this Fort,

but he is not our King.

And he is not acting in the best interests of the HBC or His Majesty!

Agreed.

In the name of the King, it is time

we remove this madman from office

and re-institute order and discipline.

We must serve our King, protect the HBC and take control of this Fort!

You buying today or selling? That depends, you trap these yourself?

I did. Skinned them. Stretched them. The works.

It's funny, that.

One of my suppliers complained that an Irish man robbed him of several pelts.

I'd like to meet this Irish fella.

Always looking for capable men.

- How many do you have? - Ten.

You're offering me that for ten made pelts? No deal, Bertrand.

Considering they are stolen pelts.

Why would you give a shite if they were stolen or not?

You're a better thief than you are a businessman.

You should stick to what you know.

Bertrand Bernard,

how is my least favorite Montrealer?

Elizabeth. You have all the charm of an English woman.

If you've come for the pelts, it's too late,

they're already spoken for.

Well, that's unfortunate.

Carruthers and Co. pays a good price for pelts delivered to the factory door.

Oui, Madame.

But I already have a buyer in mind.

Surely, you know Samuel Grant processes his furs in Albany.

Whereas I process mine right here in Montreal.

You seem to think you know a lot about the fur trade.

My husband taught me well.

I'm sorry about his untimely passing.

Let us hope no such fate befalls you, seeing as how you are going into business

with the man responsible for his untimely passing.

You're a smart man, Bertrand.

I'll do right by you.

Offer you a fair deal.

Allow me to consider.

Why would Bertrand Bernard sell to Carruthers without even hearing our offer?

I'd rather see his head on a platter than let him do business with

Elizabeth Carruthers.

That can be arranged.

Chin up.

If I don't have the supply, I don't have a deal with the Marquis.

Hold still.

We're the perfect partners for a Parisian nobleman.

He doesn't want to partner with a British woman.

I suppose we'll have to find a new supplier?

We can't let her get away with this. Oh!

Okay.

It's okay, I've got it.

Samuel, I'll speak to her.

There's blood on my breeches.

I'll get you a clean pair. And there's still water in the bathtub if you need it.

Yes, I think I'd like that.

Okay.

Good-bye.

My God.

Grace Emberly.

How long has it been?

Captain Gray.

Along while now.

You look well.

Where is Eddie?

Who?

Edward.

Your father.

Oh, he's in Montreal.

He's been there for a while now.

Can I get you some food?

Oh, it's you. And I should hope you have news?

I do.

Lord Benton, you are hereby removed from your post

as Governor of Fort James.

What is this outrage?

You will be placed under Captain Gray's charge until you return to London,

where you will answer

for the murder of Governor Threadwell, as well as that of Father James Coffin.

But don't worry, love.

Everton here will return with you to hand-deliver

this sworn affidavit to Lord Fisher.

It's been signed by over 30 men

who swear by my claims.

You despicable low-born bastard.

After all I've done for you!?

This forfeits any control you may have over this Fort,

or the army who has sworn to protect it.

Chesterfield,

you will never be anything more than a stray dog.

We shall see.

Captain Gray, I presume.

I am.

Sir, I'm afraid you need to detain Lord Benton on the Phoenix.

He's to be returned to London, where he'll face trial for the crime of murder.