01x01 - New France

[bunniefuu]

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[g*nshots]

[yelling]

[panting]

[whooping]

[man calls out]

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MAN:

Charles. Huh?

-Charles.

-Mm.

I want to go back to France.

There'’s no going back.

We must ready for our new lives.

CAPTAIN: Hey, you! Sit down!

[grunts]

-He has a fever.

-CAPTAIN: I will have him

delivered properly

into the custody

of Captain Bouchard,

as that is my contract.

Then you will

serve your indenture.

I didn'’t take the dress.

Just the apples.

Yes, I'’m guilty

of stealing apples.

You'’re a thief there, but here

you can be whoever you want.

It was the dress.

My Jacqueline wanted the dress,

so I took it on credit.

But I couldn'’t pay for it.

So I became a thief.

It was prison

or this godforsaken place.

It doesn'’t matter

what happened before.

Here we can begin again.

♪

[praying indistinctly]

[indistinct chatter]

Wait.

[grunting]

Come.

Vite. Vite!

Ah, ah!

-Mud, Thom.

-Oh

Other room.

[door closes]

And the land?

Everything west of the creek,

like I told you,

has been cleared,

-just like you asked.

-Mm.

And the French settlers?

k*lled.

Dead.

And the Iroquois?

I took care of them myself.

Captain Bouchard hung

their bodies from the trees.

You should go to the dock

and see them for yourself.

-Excellent.

-He made a right proper example

of them.

And what of the Hudson Bay man?

What of Cross?

Yeah, there'’s no sign of him.

He was there

when the k*lling started

and then he was gone.

He vanished into the woods.

Vanished?

And where is he, then?

I did what you asked.

Land cleared.

Iroquois blamed.

The time to move

on this territory is now.

Gus, there is no luck except

where there is discipline.

Now, I see things

that you cannot possibly see.

Angles and ways at coin.

-That is my gift.

-Well, I see

land that'’s rich

and ripe for the taking

and a crick

that connects it all.

The time to stake our claim

is now.

No. We must not appear anxious.

The Hudson Bay Company

must see us as allies,

and I will take care of that.

The time is now, Mr. Cooke.

-The land should be ours.

-THOM: Father?

No, uh-uh. Men are

discussing business, Thom.

Thom, do you think your father

here is threatening me?

Do not bring my boy into this.

No, I will hear him.

Step forward, Thom.

Don'’t be afraid.

Thom, would you like to know

exactly what it is

that your father does for me?

He does important work, Thom.

He does important work.

And someday,

you might be able

to do the same.

Would you like that very much?

Yes, sir.

Good, Thom.

Now, tell me,

what is it you came to say?

The boat is here

with the new men.

I counted a dozen.

[indistinct chatter]

Coming through.

Get out of the way.

-We want this one.

-Yes.

Eight. Yeah.

Strong back.

Do you want him?

-COOKE: No.

-CLERK: Cochon!

-This one.

-Oh?

Hey.

Woodcutter?

-Yes.

-Yes.

C'’est bon.

Cochon!

-Open.

-What are you doing here,

Lafarge?

Ah. I'’m with Mr. Cooke.

We need men.

We will pay for them.

Come.

The barrel king

and beard splitter.

[chuckles]

He should know his place,

and his place is

he shall get no men.

-Number three, we will take him.

-He'’s spoken for.

They are for

French citizens only.

Now move away

until I have their marks.

CLERK:

Gasquet!

Make your mark and be quick.

I am prepared to double whatever

the offer, Captain Bouchard.

And double I say

he is spoken for.

He is Monsieur Trepagny'’s.

Now step away,

or I shall knock you back

to some manners, English.

CLERK:

Claude Trepagny!

Claude Trepagny!

Perhaps, uh,

the heretic Monsieur Trepagny

has suffered the same fate

as the recently slaughtered

French settlers.

I have hung fair warning

down by the docks.

The Iroquois

are no threat to us.

Well, that was very convincing,

Captain.

Now, let us discuss this man

who has no claim.

Monsieur Trepagny will have

his allotted time to claim.

Go!

CLERK:

Claude Trepagny!

-[man singing indistinctly]

a-Claude Trepagny!

Now it'’s time for you to die♪

For you are nothing♪

But a little traitor.♪

[laughs]

Behold, I am arrived.

In glory.

Ah.

Yes.

What sort of a man are you?

-Rene Sel, sir.

-No, no, no, no, no, no.

Your name matters no more

than the mouth of a fish.

I will ask you once again.

What sort of a man are you?

-I am your man.

-Yes.

Come.

Come!

RENE:

Do you need another man?

He could be had on the cheap.

He is a sickly malingerer.

No, no.

A bad tooth is all.

Charles Duquet?

CHARLES:

Yes?

Well, he does not

look like much.

Do you vouch for him?

-Yes.

-[grunts]

Yeah.

I will take him.

He'’s yours.

Pleasure.

Hey.

Take the ram, too.

I will have his name.

Charles Duquet.

Perhaps I can show

Monsieur Duquet

the path back to the light

so that he may

bathe in the grace of good labor

on my Doma.

You will contemplate

your contribution to this realm

before I knock you from it.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Now rouse him, and I will

procure us some meat.

Huh?

Get up.

Come on.

Here.

We are Monsieur Trepagny'’s now.

We make good for three years

and we will be granted

our freedom

and a parcel of his land.

The chance to work the land

and someday raise a family.

Pass that land down to them.

Raise your name up.

[scoffs]

Work will raise my name?

I believe that.

Your father worked, yes?

Yes.

A woodcutter.

-And his father before him.

-And so on and so on and so on,

and yet here you are,

same as me.

Two landless fools.

Tell me,

how many rich men do you know

with calluses on their hands?

Do not grind your pearls.

CHARLES:

Come on, they'’re beautiful.

TREPAGNY:

They are the king'’s,

not of your station.

It is men like myself

who will have a wife

to fill this land

with sons and daughters.

MAN:

Indians.

Not French.

Wendat?

Montagnais?

Mi'’kmaq?

-The sort matters, Yvon.

-Matters to you.

And your book.

Precision, Yvon.

Yes, I know.

We must be precise

with all things,

or it will all go to mud.

[sighs]

Just go examine them.

[flies buzzing]

Iroquois.

Iroquois are the wrong sort

to be put on display.

Hopefully, we will be gone

from this backwater

before payment comes due.

Do you wish to take them down

and bury them proper?

I wish to be gone from here.

Let'’s find Cross and be quick.

♪

[door opens]

Compliments of King Louis.

So that you may begin

your new lives properly attired

and fetching to the eye.

Where are the silks?

We were promised silks.

The king has invested

deeply in you,

and I am the guardian

of the king'’s investments.

There are no silks, dear child.

I'’m sure you will make do.

[chuckles]

How does it look?

Better.

Blue is not your color.

Don'’t be modest.

There is no one here

except perhaps Mother Sabrine

who would care to see

-Stop it.

-Comport yourselves modestly.

Speak to no strange men.

Follow my rules,

and I will steer you towards

godly and prosperous husbands.

You will learn

how to bake breads,

how to brew beer,

how to sh**t a g*n

and dress game.

In a few days, you will meet

the men you will marry.

Unlike back home,

you have the upper hand.

Choose wisely.

I will choose richly.

[tittering]

Either way,

you will spend eternity

together.

Wash your hands and faces,

and below,

so that I may check

that you are intact

as God made you.

We were vouched for back home.

Do you think our virtue

couldn'’t withstand the journey?

Then wash, Melissande.

It seems that you will be

the first to reveal your virtue.

Francis.

There'’s an Englishman

waiting for you.

These tables are no good.

No good at all.

He is from

the Hudson Bay Company.

I gave Lafarge

exact measurements.

A table that

will not tilt or list,

that is all I asked for,

a proper table, but this

We will deal with the table

at the proper time.

There is a man.

He is wanting to see

I said not now, Mathilde.

You have ruined my refinement.

Now what will we do?

We don'’t have money

for these refinements, Francis.

It is the floor that is tilt,

not the table.

I advised

against greenwood planks,

but did you heed my advice?

No.

Everything here is poor

and broken and made wrong.

Even this.

-It is no use.

-Oh

These are unrefined tables

to serve unrefined food

for unrefined men.

That is our business, Francis.

[footsteps approaching]

A minute is a minute

and not five.

My apologies. My husband and I,

we were just

Discussing refinements.

-Uh, after a room?

-Aye. Two, actually.

He is my equal

and will be treated as such.

I, uh, have the other guests

to consider.

I wish to be civil

in all enterprises,

but I will not be denied

a proper room

for my coequal Yvon.

Though he can speak for himself.

YVON:

Aye. He is deadly

with that book.

I am not his equal in that.

My apologies.

We will ready the rooms.

Thank you.

Mathilde Geffard.

Aye, Mathilde.

I wish to know

about a recent guest

in your inn.

My husband keeps

very careful records

of all the guests.

Well, then, I am looking for

a Mr. Randall Cross.

The name is not

familiar to me. Hmm.

He was an agent

for the Hudson Bay Company.

His correspondents indicate

that he was a guest at your inn.

He describes the food

as adequate.

Though he did have a few words

of praise for the prune tart.

"Exceptional," he wrote.

It can be, on occasion.

We would like to see

the room Mr. Cross stayed in.

Well, first I must check to see

if he was a guest.

-Francis.

-Stay out of this.

Aye, Mr. Cross was a guest.

He stayed in the Rose Suite.

He left us some time ago.

FRANCIS:

I just want to

-make sure before, uh

-I am sure.

These men do not have time

for games, Francis.

CHARLES:

What is that?

RENE:

I heard there was a m*ssacre

just outside of town.

-Families k*lled by Indians.

-Iroquois.

What does that

have to do with us?

I'’m done for, Rene.

I can walk no more.

You will get the drizzles.

Rise and put your legs to it.

I can'’t.

You can'’t?

Or you won'’t?

I can'’t.

My tooth has cankered.

Man does not walk on his teeth.

You will walk!

Or perhaps I shall leave you

and your cankered tooth

to the loup-garou.

A beast you do not wish to meet.

There is no such thing

as the loup-garou.

I have seen its terrible work.

It has the strength of ten men.

It knows m*rder.

It knows the proper butcher

of a weak rat man

such as yourself.

A bear.

It is not a bear!

But go on, tarry,

and you will find your end

at its jaws

with Monsieur Duquet.

Arise!

MATHILDE:

Uh, Mr. Cross took meals

by himself.

He avoided billiards.

He left an unpaid bill

and a bucket of night soil.

That is what I recall.

Add the balance to my bill and

all and sundry I shall incur.

Is Mr. Cross missing, then?

It'’s been a month

since his last report.

He was a punctual man.

I'’m here to discover his fate.

If I may ask,

why is this called

the Rose Suite?

Uh

Our dear daughter Veronique

left that for us.

It is all we have left

to remember her bright light

in this now dim world.

-It is a terrible thing

to lose a child.

-Ah, yeah.

May I ask how she passed?

That is not

for your ledger, Hamish.

Yes.

Forgive me.

We would like

to see our rooms now.

Tell me, Monsieur Sel,

what is your impression

of New France?

[short chuckle]

So many trees.

It is the forest of the world.

No one has ever seen its end,

nor will they.

You have not seen paradise

until you have lain eyes

on my Doma.

It is peaceful,

open, unwalled.

Soon it will blot out Wobik.

Come.

I do not wish

to be on this path

when night falls.

[rustling]

Shh.

Is it the beast?

It is not the beast.

It is providence.

And so a spirit

is born of the spirit

and flesh of flesh,

and so the kingdom of Satan

is accomplished in this world

and among all nations.

[chitters]

Behold.

HAMISH:

As a representative

of the Hudson'’s Bay Company,

I aim to discover the reason

for Mr. Cross'’ disappearance

so that I may report back

and suggest a course of action.

Now

I'’ll have what you know

of the time here.

[short chuckle]

First

another brandy

on the company'’s tab.

It is cut with some base

and poisonous spirit.

Mm.

It agrees just fine.

Another.

And a coin

for my troubles.

Aye.

I remember your man,

poking about for the company,

as your type do.

He felt strongly of the need

that we should expand

our operation here.

Long way from the bay

to be expanding.

You are in New France,

Mr. Goames.

It'’s bad enough

the English have been allowed

to creep north along

with the Iroquois.

But soon,

the peace will be broken,

and the English

and French will go back

to the way

things have always been.

Throat slitting,

lies and land grabs.

As you may well know,

one does not prosper

to empire with timid strokes,

Captain.

I keep my distance from empire.

That is for others to sort.

I serve the king

and keep the peace

in Wobik for Intendant De Fer.

Then we will speak

to Intendant De Fer.

[laughs]

He prefers to spend his time

in Quebec.

[laughs]

It is my job

to speak to English scum.

Now, who might you serve,

Mr. Goames?

The truth, Captain.

We were told of

the recent tragedy west of town.

The settlers burnt out,

k*lled by Iroquois.

We saw the bodies

on display by the docks.

It was a small raiding party.

The rest ran off.

You should know the Iroquois

always collect their dead.

And you should know

better than most

that the Iroquois

have animal hearts

that will pump

until the last drop leaves them,

and then their sons

will take up the cause

and pray to their wicked god

that death finds you.

Now,

that is some witchcraft

I wish to avoid.

[laughs]

We have the Iroquois

well-managed.

[laughing]

Managed?

There is no managing

the Iroquois.

They outnumber you 40 to one.

YVON:

Silent as deer.

You can'’t tell them apart

from the trees.

Seen one gut a trapper

with nothing more

than a flint knife.

Baby on her back, too.

God will not judge me

for hanging those savages!

Go! Go see for yourself

what they have done.

Was Cross there?

[scoffs]

Hey, he could be anywhere.

Then we will have a look,

Captain.

The woods are filled

with the bones

of men like you, Mr. Goames.

The sooner you find your way

out of Wobik, the better.

COOKE:

Captain?

-Elisha Cooke.

-Hamish Goames.

BOUCHARD:

Mr. Goames has come to town

looking for

the Hudson Bay agent

who went missing.

Randall Cross was his name.

The company sent you all the way

out here to find him?

They did.

Perhaps his absence

is merely discretion.

These are French territories.

A fact that I am

reminded of every day.

Mr. Cooke is the barrel king

of Wobik.

You don'’t want to enter into

trade with him, that'’s for sure.

Did you happen

to meet Randall Cross?

Might I just say what a relief

it is to hear your voice?

Uh, it is so good

to have another Englishman

in town.

I was born in Kirkwall.

E-Even so, our numbers swell.

BOUCHARD:

Hey!

Were it not for your late

French wife and barrels,

you'’d be outside the gate

fending for yourself, Cooke.

I'’d ask you to join us

for a drink, but [laughs]

I don'’t want to be seen

with so many English.

No.

It would not be wise for you.

Mr. Goames.

Friend.

[footsteps departing]

-[door opens]

-[bell jingles]

HAMISH:

Mmm.

-The crust.

-[door closes]

It'’s exceptional.

Try some, Yvon.

Prunes don'’t agree.

Good day, Mr. Goames.

[footsteps departing]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

I won'’t take my dress off.

Not for her or anyone else.

You will for your husband.

It will be good practice

for you.

What sort of husband

are you hoping for, Delphine?

Kind.

And, uh,

generous.

And you?

Rich.

With a well-appointed house,

which I will run.

But first, we must brave

the long, bony fingers

of Mother Sabrine.

Pray that she doesn'’t

pop it herself.

Come in, ma petite.

SABRINE:

Lie down.

Lay back.

[sighs]

Pray, if you like.

Then think about

your fine husband

and the fine land

you will share with him.

[sighs]

[gasps, sighs]

Is something wrong?

Was the child born alive?

What child?

It is a sin to lie.

Do you think

you are the first girl

to come to me with a secret?

I have seen

everything, my dear.

Now tell me.

Yes, Mother, there was a child.

Did the child survive?

Please don'’t send me back.

I was young,

and I wish only

to grow New France.

I promise to be a good wife.

Lamb'’s blood.

On your wedding night,

sprinkle this on the bedsheet.

Tell no one.

Yes, Mother.

My Doma!

[sing-songy]:

Mari, Mari,

dame jolie--

the men are here.

Hey, Theo.

Only God points.

Now, where is God?

-Where were you?

-A trip to town

for the men

who will help us build the Doma.

Mm.

[sniffs]

Mm.

Is that all you did?

I have not spilled seed.

Now, I brought a quill pig

and a fine black ram.

-[laughs]

-That is not a gift.

I have another special something

I will bestow on you tonight.

Mm.

What is your name?

Rene Sel.

The weak one-- he will help you

butcher the ram.

I don'’t need help.

You will show him

and you will be pleasant.

He is a stranger to the knife.

No!

He sees you pointing

with your stick.

Well, he will learn

without pointing.

You.

Come with me.

Have you never

seen an Indian before?

Not alive, sir.

Well, her blood is split.

She is Wendat and French

from her father.

We will expand your knowledge

of their kingdoms,

but first, you must learn

the paths of my Doma.

Always stay on the path.

I have cut them

to conform to the grand pattern.

Do you know

of the grand pattern?

-No, sir.

-It will be made clear.

But if you look,

it is all around.

I will stay on the paths.

And do not cross the bog.

There are things in there

you do not wish to meet.

And stay away from the cabin

unless you are invited.

Do I have your word

you will convey these rules

to Monsieur Duquet?

Yes.

Do not deceive me, Monsieur Sel.

I can see through the trees

and around the whole

of the land.

And what I do not see

comes to me in dreams.

I shall make it clear to Duquet.

Now, tell me,

what is the most

important thing?

Blood.

Family.

I have no family.

Well, that'’s not possible.

Just a brother,

but he drowned under river ice.

Well, you must build another

here. Sow anew.

Give me that knife.

You will cut your foot.

I need a word with your father.

He is indisposed.

-[growls]

-[grunts]

You should teach this boy

some manners.

Pointing a knife at a lady.

Is that true?

Huh? Out.

Out.

Everyone, out, out.

-[banging on table]

-Out! Out!

There is a man at the inn.

He is asking after Mr. Cross.

His name is Mr. Hamish Goames.

In what manner is he asking?

He'’s from

the Hudson'’s Bay Company.

Mr. Cooke has already met him.

What else?

And I have kept my ears open,

as you have asked.

I don'’t know what you

and Mr. Cooke are up to,

nor do I care,

but I will have my payment now.

I have no money. It'’s all on

the table with a pair of queens.

Well, get a marker.

I will club your ba*ls

into your belly.

-LAFARGE: Henri, away. Here.

-[coins clinking]

I won'’t be party to any crime.

There is nothing to worry about.

Just tell me

where is this Mr. Goames.

He is searching west of town,

near where those poor families

were k*lled by the Iroquois.

He is not a man

to come at frontwise.

Go back to your inn

and sit on that little husband

of yours.

We will be asking for a refund

for those tables

you built for us.

They are coarse

and poorly constructed.

We will not

be taken advantage of.

[Lafarge chuckles]

[gas hissing]

-This ram is not fit to eat.

-[scoffs]

It is fine.

There are good bits in all,

even this ram.

You will have to learn

how to make do here.

Three years is a long time.

I will not serve three years.

Mm.

Then you should have

never left France.

Here.

Give me the knife.

[sighs]

Go on.

Make the heaven cut.

I can'’t.

You will not survive here.

[gasps]

It is a sign of Strendu.

Where did this come from?

What is the matter?

What did you see?

Hurry.

HAMISH:

If Cross was at the scene

of the m*ssacre, he'’s gone now.

YVON:

Maybe.

Would you like a poem

while the potatoes fry?

I will have to see

the settlement for myself.

Then I shall give the trees

verse then.

"I feed a flame within,

which so torments me,

"that it both pains my heart,

and yet contents me;

"'’tis such a pleasing smart,

and I so love it,

"that I'’d rather die

than once remove it.

"Yet he, for whom I grieve,

shall never know it,

"my tongue does not betray,

nor my eyes show it;

"not a sigh,

nor a tear my pain discloses,

"but they fall silently,

like dew on roses."

TREPAGNY:

Give us this day

our super substantial bread.

Remit our debts

and forgive our debtors.

Keep us from temptation

and free us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory,

for ever and ever.

Amen.

[quietly]:

Amen.

Perhaps Monsieur Sel

could pass

the sel.

[chuckles softly]

Was the ram not fit

for the stew?

Spoilt.

Through and through?

MARI:

Yes, it was.

Putrid, it was.

And the hide?

Worms got to it.

A shame.

It would have made nice hinges

for the cabin.

We will see about the hide

tomorrow.

One must not waste

what God has provided.

[singing indistinctly]

She is beautiful.

Find yourself

an Indian wife then.

[sighs]

I will find a wife

back in Paris.

You can'’t leave.

We'’re bound to our word.

My word means nothing.

Trepagny

will hold me responsible.

How can he?

There is nothing here for us,

just trees and bugs

and dead things.

We have been tricked

into serving a mad squatter.

He will hunt you down

if you leave.

Then we shall make a game of it.

[grunts]

Can you hear it?

God in the whirlwind.

He can feel us

trampling his kingdom.

In the waste,

we shall build a divine city.

A settlement

under the banner of heaven.

What, here?

Yes, here.

You will see.

And I will have that tooth.

Monsieur Sel, assist me.

-Assist me!

-Come.

-Come. Come, it'’s better.

-No.

-It'’s better. [grunts]

-No, no, no! No!

-Get off me! No.

-Yes,

-we shall excise the rot

and have you

-No! No! No.

-on your way to productivity.

-No. N

-No. No. [grunts]

-Open.

-Open! [grunts]

-No.

-Open '’em up!

-[grunts]

-Yes.

-[groaning]

I have it, I have it.

[grunts]

Now he will rise

and be twice the man.

And in the meantime,

Monsieur Sel,

I wish you to fell the ones

with two blazes.

Men must change the land

in order to live in it.

Someday, my children

will grow cabbages

and grapes here.

If the dirt will have it.

The dirt will have

what we put in it,

as God sees fit.

We are its stewards.

Never forget that,

Monsieur Sel.

Now clear all,

that we may live like men

on clear and open land.

I am building a city

that will live in eternity.

Now, swing, Monsieur Sel!

Swing!

And you--

fetch the ram'’s hide

you so carelessly wasted.

It was Mari who left the ram.

You put the idea in her head.

Now find it.

Before the ravens

peck it full of holes.

Go!

Now!

[rustling]

[grunting]

Where is Duquet?

He'’s not come back

from your task.

Find him.

Bring him back.

♪

♪

♪

[squawking]

My God.

[man speaking Latin]

Show yourself.

[man continues speaking Latin]

♪

Don'’t you see it?

It is Azazel

sprung from the abyss.

Come, Father.

[screaming]

♪

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