Frontier

Previously on Frontier...

I need you to find someone.

A trapper.

Declan Harp.

: He's half-Irish, half-Native.

If you don't find Harp,

I have a feeling something bad will happen

- to that sweet little girl of yours. - (CRYING)

We find ourselves challenged.

Losing territory, profits down.

It occurs to me that,

with my help,

you could make an excellent governor.

And you stand to gain what?

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

Company ship approaching.

Why would a company send a ship this late in the season?

Lord Fisher sends his regards.

He has asked for a full report.

: Lord Benton is out of favor.

Why else would the Company send someone?

You have to be the next governor here, not this Johnson.

Hello, Rivard.

Samuel Grant, wealthy American new to Montreal.

Grant is one of several men with whom I do business.

I want to meet him.

Work with him and with me. We could destroy the competition.

Peter Carruthers, do you know him?

I have a message from Samuel Grant.

He wishes to speak with you about your husband's business.

What's he got over you, Mr. Brown?

Carruthers and Company is a prize, Madam.

Are you planning on running it yourself?

You could certainly make a killing.

You've been charged with the murder of Peter Carruthers.

You're joking.

You know, I've had a revelation about what should happen,

once Benton's gone.

You are to become the new governor's wife.

Do you know how your family died?

- What happened? - She was murdered by Benton's men.

They weren't just killed.

Your son was desperately trying to help his mother.

He fought on longer than one would expect from any child.

It was only at the end

that the true nature of her condition was revealed.

- She was carrying... - (GUNSHOT)

- ... your unborn daughter. - (CRYING): No... !

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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.

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 its 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 capture 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.

- Huh... - 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.

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! - Yeah.

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!

: Yeah!

Bertrand.

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. (CHUCKLING)