03x04 - All for All and None for One

[bunniefuu]

[SOFT EERIE MUSIC]

[GRUNTING]

What do you want?

I come to check my silver.

You'll get to count your
silver when the job's done.

I cannot let you leave the
ship without giving me my pay.

Oh, believe me, brother, I'm not
leaving this ship without you.

No! I never leave the ship.

Why are we here?! Why do we come here?

It's for a woman.

You have a Madelena?

What is her name?

- Grace.
- [SOFTLY]: Grace.

What are you two wee
lassies whispering about?

We've reached land.

Well, thank f*ck for that. Te Rangi!

Never thought I'd say this, but
I wish I was still on that ship.

Yes, MacDonald, even though
she does not like you,

I am not surprised that
you want to be with her.

Listen, Captain Fortu-nutter,
technically we're on land now,

so you watch what you say
or you're getting it tight.

No-no-no-no-no, my
friend, you misunderstand,

I'm just trying to
explain my feeling. Huh?

[IN MAORI]: He is in
mourning, show some respect.

Leave him be, you'll make him cry again.

[IN PORTUGUESE]: But maybe a good
cry will make him feel better.

English, Cree, or silence.

McTaggart, I need your help.

Men and weapons.

Why you asking me?

I told you I didn't
want to come back here.

I can't help ya.

Magnus,

you know where I am.

Declan, I'm serious,

the men I know here told
me if I ever returned,

they'd break my back,
stuff me in a sack,

drop me to the bottom of the loch.

I need to get to her,
I need to get to him.

You never told me what
happened to you here,

but right now, I need you to help me.

Uh, forgive me for
overhearing every word of this,

but in my experience which is very much

going home is never as bad as one think.

I am sure we can talk to your friends

and bring out from
them the help we need.

After all,

we are doing this for
the love of a woman.

Ah!

We're gonna have to go north.

- And this is going to end badly.
- Just get me there.

Well, hang on!

Shouldn't we make sure that
Benton is even here first?

[HIGH-PITCHED VOICE]: Gna-gna-gna.

Shut up. Just stay on the ship.

Te Rangi, see if you can find someone

to mend those sails right here, quick.

Tell 'em where we're going.

[THEME MUSIC]

You bring violence of the
white men to my people,

spilling blood on our hands!

It was in defence of our
lives. Please, forgive me.

It is not I you should
ask forgiveness of.

I trust you'll be accompanying
his body back to Fort James.

We can't go back to Fort James.

We must respect his death.

Okimaw. May we please speak in private?

You think I am so naive as to believe

trading with you will be
any different than HBC?

It will be different.

Imagine a fort where all can live

without the constant fear of
the HBC striking down on us.

Our story of creation
reminds us of humility.

It was Muskrat that brought that
mud up from the depths of the water

to create Turtle Island.

Not the bear, or the
eagle, or the beaver.

We're only as strong
as our most vulnerable.

We are vulnerable, Kamenna.

All of us.

You know the company is
partnering with the Iroquois,

your enemies.

Yeah, I know.

Then you know your days of
peaceful trade are numbered.

Once they start encroaching
on your territory.

Yeah, I can't argue with you on that.

Do we have our deal?

If you fell the HBC, it will
not be through a river of blood.

You have my word.

[IN CREE]: The officers are coming.

c*ck walloping jumping f*ck!

Michael!

[CHATTER] We've got
company, troops on the move.

Let's move this b*stard. Move those!

[VANSTONE]: A soldier named
Vinnicombe was coming here.

- Let's go.
- [VANSTONE]: Have you seen him?

- Go ahead, Malcolm. Godspeed.
- Michael...

If you show your face out there,
those pricks will peel it off you.

I'm not gonna let Kamenna
deal with this any longer.

I'll deal with this, but you go.

Go.

I'll burn this camp! Take those furs,

and any others you find.

It'll save us a trip later.

You're looking for Michael Smyth, eh?

I might know something
about where he's to.

- Where is he, Brown?
- Oh, well...

He's not here.

What the?

Major Vinnicombe is dead.

Collect his corpse.

- Arrest this prick.
- Yes, sir.

[SOFT MUSIC]

[BIRD CRYING]

Grace?

Look at me, please.

Let me see your lovely face.

You're tall.

Like your mother was.

You left Fort James for
Montreal, and never returned.

I got word you were dead.

I had to leave, Grace.

No time for goodbyes.

- You don't understand how...
- No, I understand.

I understand that the only
thing ever to light a fire

under your arse was
the promise of silver...

or the threat of getting
your hands cut off.

Surprised to see you still
have them, to be honest.

Luckier if I didn't, eh?

They would have a job
to shackle me then.

From the state of you,

it would seem you came to
this prison from another.

Must give you some happiness. Hm?

See your useless old man
get his comeuppance for...

for all the pain I've caused.

I'm sure you've dreamed of this day.

Don't flatter yourself, Edward.

You never made it into my dreams.

Honestly, Mr. Pond, I don't
think it's necessary for you to go

rushing out into the wilds like this.

The Browns already think us murderous.

If you need their cooperation,

you should consider the
best course of action.

And-and Michael is...

a necessary evil if you
want that Lake Walker trade.

Why are you giving
me advice on business?

You did your job.

Why don't you wait in the parlour...

aging cruelly until I return?

- If I pay Douglas Brown another visit, I'm sure I...
- Stop!

Is this all an excuse for you
to see Douglas Brown again?

Why would I want to see
that boorish bookworm?

He's depressing to be around.

Every girl loves a little sadness.

Look, you're gonna be fine.

I'll give Mary her due,

she knows how to concoct her herbs,

and you'll feel poorly, yes,
but you won't die, I promise.

Where is Mary?

- She's not here.
- Where is she, Imogen?

- I don't know.
- I'd expect a woman like you

to know when the numbers are off.

This is a business, not an orphanage.

And that girl's got a mind of her own,

and I'm hardly her keeper.

But you have no problem with
keeping other women, do you?

Buying our women.

I don't have to go looking.

My girls come to me with silver in
their eyes and lots of love to give.

Is that what O'Reilly
convinces them they're doing

before he sells them to you?

The only thing I buy from Mr. O'Reilly
is the occasional brace of hare.

Mary was to meet me and she did
not. I want to know where she is.

Probably off somewhere praying to God

she don't go to hell for
working here. [CHUCKLING]

- I will wait.
- I would prefer if you didn't.

Bring me some of your terrible food.

You know you should reconsider.

Spirited girls like yourself
fetch a good purse working here.

I will show you what
spirited looks like.

And you'll see the end of
my musket if you dare to try.

I'll fetch you your soup.

Hold on, hold on.

Just wait a minute.

If they're actually in here,

your best chance would be to sh**t
the fat ginger one in the puss,

that'll slow him down
at least. Good luck.

[BACKGROUND CHATTER]

[GRUNTING]

Welcome home, Maggie.

Well, at least we know we have
come to the right place, huh?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

You stay here.

I don't think it'll be safe
for you where I'm going.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

- Don't wander off.
- Oi!

When are you coming back?

Who the f*ck are you lot,

and what are you doing
in my establishment

with this wee rodent-balled shite bag?

It's very interesting for
you to have asked, Mister...?

His name is Barclay.

And I'm Angus.

These men k*lled the Redcoats,

then press us into service
in the name of the King.

So you see, uh, they are
no friends to the Crown.

Seems that none of us are.

f*ck off.

Or you could stay.

- See what we do to cowards.
- [AGITATED CHATTER]

[MOANING] Now that was a nice wee kip.

What would make a man
do something so reckless,

as to follow this wee prick

into the one place on Earth
where he is least welcome?

I need your help.

Why the f*ck should I help you?

Hope.

Hope?

Before it forsakes you for good.

Look at this place.

A sad little sarcophagus for
desperate shrinking cowards.

Oh, you should stop.

Oppression from others is
what we all have in common.

Is it not better to fight
for your homes, your land,

your self-respect,

mana, that was stolen from you?

Will the red blanket keep you warm

when you are thrown out into
the cold as food for their dogs?

Or you can join us.

Help us.

Help this man raise
his hand against those

who have taken what
is not theirs to take.

What was taken from you?

He took everything.

Looks like we've all lost something.

I think drinking's the
best way to find out

- what a man is really all about.
- What does that mean exactly?

He likes to drink.

He likes to find new
friends to drink with.

Just mind your head.

There's just one rule...

Oh!

- [DECLAN GRUNTING]
- Keep up.

You're dead.

You left me to fend for myself.

And you thrived!

You showed as much
mettle as any man could.

And I got you the ale house, so that...

[SCOFFING]: You got the
ale house for yourself

so you could drink your life
away when the w*r was over.

You learned how to be tough.

You learned to be strong. My...
my failings became your successes.

I don't know how my wrongdoings
have now landed you here, but...

This isn't about you.

This has everything to do with me,

because His Lordship
wants something from me.

Does he now?

He thinks he can use you to
get me to do what he wants.

Whatever it is, will you...

Well, it's a complicated
matter of integrity, Da.

I wouldn't expect you
to have a useful opinion.

What happens if you refuse him?

Well, then, you die.

I loved you, in my own way.

Taught you as I saw fit.

Where is your compassion for a...

for a lonely, cursed man,

a man forced to be
both father and mother

- to a such a willful...
- I lack compassion!

You will never,

never know the danger you put me in.

Father.

Every day.

What your lack of your
kindness left me vulnerable to:

the wilderness, the cold,
the violence, the blood.

The men.

It was your job

to keep me safe.

To love me,

to foster me, to feed me,

but you abandoned me instead.

And now, you demand my compassion!

You are right to abandon me.

If I am to die here...

so be it.

But I will not die without
your forgiveness, Grace.

Do not damn me to the
eternal like this...

in pain for your love.

[SOBBING]

Forgive me.

Forgive me, please.

[SNIFFLING]

[BENTON]: I had very different
expectations for our relationship.

Hm.

But believe me, I do understand.

After spending years

surrounded by men on a ship,

I'm sure you were very easily
manipulated by Ms. Emberly.

- She's a nice lady.
- She is.

Very nice lady.

And you were starved
of female companionship.

You chose to help Ms. Emberly,

at the expense of helping me.

So now, her fate is in your hands.

Um, what's that supposed to mean?

Unless you help bring Declan Harp to me,

Grace Emberly will
meet a very tragic end.

Well, I don't know what
you're talking about, see,

I don't know anything about her.

Oh, please.

I've long since abandoned the notion

that there is such a
thing as coincidence.

Don't try my patience, girl.

You are on very thin ice as it is.

I don't have to bring Harp here.

He's on his way to see ya.

Then you will tell me
everything he's planning

and you will say
nothing to him in return.

[SOFT CLASSICAL MUSIC]

LeBlanc!

Can you come in here?

Get me a bottle of fine champagne.

[TWIG SNAPPING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

O'Reilly!

Aren't you a sight?

I could say the same thing about you.

I got the trade deal with
Kamenna and the Lake Walkers.

Exclusive!

If there was ever a
time to build, it's now.

But one of our partners is locked up.

Malcolm gave himself up to save me.

I can't just leave him with Vanstone.

You're a good man, Michael.

Loyal.

That Vanstone,

only one he's loyal to is himself.

O'Reilly,

I'm gonna need your
help getting Malcolm out.

I...

I can give you a hand with that.

- My father's destiny is in your hands, not mine.
- Not so.

It's up to you whether he lives or dies.

Did I not make myself clear?

What is you seek from me that
you would go to such lengths?

I wish you to speak to
Lord Fisher on my behalf.

The Chairman of the Board of Directors?

And say what?

Whatever I desire you to say.

So my testimony will be
the thing to redeem you.

You wish me to secure your reputation

so you can regain the power you lost.

Such a clever girl!

The answer is no.

Then your father will die.

I think you'd be putting him
out of his misery, to be honest.

Captain, do your worst.

I have to say,

you are full of surprises, Grace.

[EDWARD]: No.

No! Grace!

I want to speak to his Lordship!

Grace! Forgive me! Ah! Ah!

Stop!

[SCREAMING]

- Stop him.
- I will,

if we have an agreement.
Grace! Forgive me!

Let him go.

A full pardon and release from
prison and I'll do what you ask.

Captain Winton, stand down.

I knew you'd come around.

[BACKGROUND CHATTER, LAUGHTER]

- Good day, sir.
- Madam.

Where is the, um, patron?

Who?

The proprietress. The, um...

That auburn-haired seraph.

- Oh, Grace Emberly.
- Hm.

No, she's gone.

I'm in charge now.

Can I get you... an ale? Some food?

Fresh rabbit stew today.

Doesn't that sound delicious.

Do you have any rooms for let?

- I do.
- Hm.

Rates depend on the woman

and for how long you
want to be entertained.

There is nothing I like more
than a little debauchery.

- Sadly, I am here in the pursuit of business.
- Ah.

I might be staying for a while.

Your handsomest suite, please.

[COINS JINGLING]

Yes, sir.

Ahem.

My valet told me you were here.

Your valet?

I hope you do not mind me calling.

Not at all.

But it doesn't seem quite normal

for you to simply
stroll by Grant's place.

Unless you've come with a purpose?

No purpose.

Other than, I... I suppose...

to see you.

To see me?

Is that so?

Why...

I thought that Grant
and Pond having left,

you here all to your
own, you may... ahem...

...perhaps enjoy a dinner guest.

You suggest we dine here?

I'd invite you to my house, but
Josephette might read too much into it.

Oh, well, anything to
interrupt the boredom.

I mean...

I mean yes. Dinner would be lovely.

Good.

Push me one more time,

- you're gonna lose that f*cking hand, mate.
- Oh yeah?

Steady, boys!

Major Vinnicombe

has met his end. But I've
arrested his m*rder*r!

And tomorrow,

we'll string him up as an example.

Oh!

[GRUNTING]: Put him in the f*cking tent!

- Yes, sir.
- And he is my catch.

I want it known that I caught him,

I'll try him, and I alone
will decide his sentence.

You cannot decide when to take
a shite for yourself, mate.

[EXCLAMATIONS, GRUNTING]

- Go!
- Yes, sir.

- Come on you.
- You'll pay for that, mate.

Get in the f*cking tent.

Vanstone.

What's all the noise about?

[CHATTER IN CAMP]

O'Reilly, haven't seen you in a while.

Looks like you got a good haul of pelts.

I see you're not doing
too bad yourself there.

Ah, that's not fur,

- that's Major Vinnicombe's corpse.
- [GASPING]

Rest in peace.

- What happened?
- I caught one of the b*stards who did it.

A Scot. He's an ally of
the Black Wolf Company!

- Well done.
- Yeah.

I got him roped up in the tent now.

I'll try him in the morning,

and I fully intend to find him guilty.

- Oh, as you should, aye, as you should.
- Well,

someone's got to take
charge of Fort James.

And what better way
to declare my authority

than to hang a dissident?

[IN CREE]: What is your name?

Pardon me?

[IN CREE]: Are you with
the man who trades women?

I don't speak Cree. I'm Haudenosaunee.

What is your name?

I am Kahwihta,

- wife of Mr. O'Reilly.
- Where is he?

- Who are you?
- Sokanon.

Is he here with you now?

What do you want?

I want your help.

To stop these men and what they do.

It was not my choice to marry him.

Were you sold to O'Reilly?

Religious men gave me to him.

Mr. O'Reilly works with them

to find wives for the working men.

My family was tricked by
the Godly men into believing

my marriage would
secure trade relations.

That I would benefit us all by
learning the ways of a new god.

I promise you, I will
put an end to this.

And I will free the women,
like you, who have been taken.

But you can't undo what is done.

How will you reunite them
with their mothers and sisters again?

Protect yourself, sister.

Women of the People, like you and I,

are not safe around some of these men.

Tell me where he is.

He's at the tent.

You should have a couple
of ale, my friend. On me.

Celebrate your victory.

[VANSTONE]: You are absolutely right.

Herman,

- stay on your post.
- Yeah, and maybe,

uh, you might have
some coin left over...

to get a woman.

I can't help but notice you remind
me of a neighbour I had back home.

Now, he was awful brute. [GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[MALCOLM CHUCKLING]

I never thought I'd see the
likes of you again, Michael Smyth.

- Yeah, well, we're in this together now.
- [GRUNTING]

- Good work.
- It's a pleasure.

Pond?

This is cozy.

Why am I not surprised to
find the two of you together?

It's your turn again.

[DECLAN GROANING]

Okay. [BURPING]

Stop moving.

[GRUNTING]

[LOUD EXCLAMATIONS]

[MCTAGGART]: Oh, you baldy b*stard.

- [DECLAN GRUNTING]
- [BARCLAY]: Ah!

- [BARCLAY BURPING]
- [LOUD EXCLAMATIONS]

[RETCHING]

[VOMITING LOUDLY]

- [BACKGROUND CHATTER]
- Oh!

Don't worry about it.

I've never seen anyone other than myself

drink anywhere near as much as you did.

I was just warmin' up. Let's do
it real for this time. Come on.

Nah, it's done.

I'll help you get your lassie.

You will?

But I lost.

Everyone loses, big man.

But if you're willing to go that hard...

we'll help.

Thanks, Barman.

[DRUNKEN MUMBLING]

I was here in the marketplace earlier,
and I overheard this housekeeper

buying some stuff for a castle
just outside the village.

Now, she was bragging about some
Lord who'd been away for a long time,

and he'd just come home.

So, I come in closer and I overheard

that this Lord she was
going on about, is Benton.

What did this lady look like?

Well, sh...she was about
my height, I dunno really.

She was wearing a hat.

Anyway, you left me alone for so long,

I nicked some food.

Hungry?

[DECLAN]: Food!

What? What's happened to you?

I punched a big fat
ginger pig... in the face.

Then, I puked.

But I won.

Aye, he sort of won.
Meaning we have help.

But he's a f*cking mess, as you can see.

No, come on, we got to find
Bemberly, I mean Emberly. Emby. Grace.

- Come on, let's go.
- I think that an even better idea

would be to do it in the morning.

This can help to drop our chance...

of bringing people who hear a big,
drunk man, and come to k*ll us.

Nope. Nope. Let's go. Come on, Chief.

I don't understand what
he said, let's leave.

I don't understand Portuguese. Come on!

Aye, come on.

"To Lord Fisher,

I am writing to you

as you are the head of the
great Hudson's Bay Company,

and the person who would be most in
need of the following information:

I am Governess of Fort James,
wife to Jonathan Chesterfield.

It is my greatest regret to inform you

that my husband has committed
treason against the Company,

and therefore the King himself."

"He has betrayed his British honour,

and neglected his sworn
duty as both Governor

and a member of the Royal British Army.

He has taken great pains to...

corrupt the good name of Lord Benton."

No, no, wait.

"The most loyal Lord Benton."

"The only obstacle to
Chesterfield's nefarious goals

and traitorous ambition...

to rule the New World."

You seem to, uh, fit in quite
well, to your new environment.

Hm, I think I was born to be rich.

Hm.

How long do you intend on living here,

with Pond and Grant hovering over you?

I hadn't really thought about it.

I'd be concerned.

Things may change
abruptly upon their return.

Mr. Grant has made many
a magistrate wealthy,

which is how he and
Mr. Pond escape trial.

Mr. Pond...

is a dangerous man.

I have seen myself what he can do.

He may be strange,
but he's not dangerous.

I suppose you've never seen
him k*ll a man in cold blood

before your very eyes.

Grant is the dangerous one.

- How so?
- He's the worst kind of dangerous there is.

He's powerful, immoral
and frightfully insecure.

I know it in my veins,

he's responsible for
the death of my wife.

I simply need to prove it.

It's a terrible thing to
lose someone close to you.

My brother died.

In England. He was k*lled by a soldier.

It was Michael's fault.

It seems Michael is more of a
plague on you than Grant is on me.

Are you concerned for me?

I suppose you could... call it that.

Ah, now you've seen how clumsy I can be.

Oh, my God.

It's ruined!

It's just a wee bit of wine.

No! He's going to lose his mind.

Alright. Uh...

Stop it. Look at me. Look at me.

It's alright, I can do it.

Up we go.

Come on.

Okay, Vanstone, he's no Benton,

or even Chesterfield.

He's a dull-head, but he
can still be dangerous to us.

Yeah. And his men, they don't trust him.

If we can knock Vanstone down a
few pegs and run the Redcoats out,

we might actually have a chance

of taking charge of
Fort James. All of it.

A deal with the Lake Walkers
and no one to compete with,

and the HBC will abandon
this place come spring.

They will if they feel
the force of all our men.

Great. So now, can we get out of
here before the firing squad comes?

'Cause I'm happy with the
number of holes I've got.

- Sorry to keep you so late.
- That's no bother.

I'm sorry we have to lay
off the remaining workers.

Hopefully Malcolm
Brown will come through.

If Malcolm fails, then all is lost.

Have you considered that it may be wise

to think about alternative plans?

There is another Brown brother
with whom you must contend.

Michael is a thief. But he's...he's
not a liar, if that makes sense?

Not really. [CHUCKLING]

Well, he...he's cunning, he's clever.

Charming.

But he is loyal.

You just... have to be on his side.

Yet, you say he's... responsible
for the death of your brother?

I, too, lost a brother

- at the hands of a soldier.
- I'm sorry.

May I ask you something?

I can't promise I'll answer.

This household is not
a safe place for you.

If you're ever in danger,
come to me. Do not hesitate.

That's not a question.

If only people knew the real
man inside Douglas Brown,

he'd be the most sought-after
bachelor in Montreal.

It's... it's late.

Why, yes, it's late. Uh...

I've overstayed my welcome.

I'm sorry.

Good night.

We let go the last of the workers today.

[DOUGLAS SIGHING]

Well, once your furs arrive,
they'll be back to work soon enough.

Yeah, that's if the furs arrive.

[CHUCKLING]

I find it odd

that you'd go behind my back and
conspire against me with my brother,

and yet, have so little faith in him.

Malcolm is capable.

- But it is Michael Smyth that we rely upon.
- Hm.

And it is imperative that we do nothing

to undermine our
arrangement with Michael.

Perhaps it's Michael Smyth that's
the one who cannot be trusted.

[BACKGROUND CHATTER, LAUGHTER]

- Excuse me? Could I talk to you for a moment?
- Okay. Easy.

What can I do?

- What is this about?
- Well,

nothing in, uh, particular,

- it's just...
- Don't waste my time.

Well, it's not like I'm
paying you for it, I mean...

Are you crazy?

- You will destroy no more lives after tonight.
- Who-o-o-a!

No, today I saved a life. In fact,

- I saves lives every day.
- Is that what you call them, you and your holy men?

Taking our women.

Ha! Ha! Don't, don't,
do not be hasty, uh...

It seems that we could
help each other. I mean...

don't you think it makes more
sense for us to work in tandem,

rather than uh, for us both to
end up dead on the Fort road?

Who else are you working with?

What business do you
have with Michael Smyth?

Oh, sure, she knows Michael, me mate.

You fancy him?

You know, uh...

I could make something happen
between you and he. [CHUCKLING]

You tell me the truth about everything

- or I will open up your head and look for it myself.
- [WOMAN]: Sokanon!

[OVERLAPPING GRUNTING]