03x05 - House of the Lord

[bunniefuu]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[HARP]: There's not a soul on the wall.

- This place looks deserted.
- Scotland's lousy with castles, could be the wrong one.

I know what I heard. Benton's here.

Let's get your men ready.

Easy, Harp. I need to know a
bit more about what we're facing.

There could be a f*ck' 1000
men in there for all we know.

If what the girl says is true,
there'll be a dozen men on hand.

Still, I'd feel a bit better if
we could have a wee peek inside.

Benton doesn't know you're here, Harp.

We might not get another
chance with Miss Grace.

Oh, for f... I'll go scout it myself.

I'd sooner send someone I can trust.

Angus?

Angus, wait!

No!

[g*nsh*t]

[GROWLING ANGRILY, CHAULK SHOUTING]

[GROWLING]

[SHOUTING, THUDDING]

[GRUNTING]

[LOUD expl*si*n]

[THEME MUSIC]

[CHAULK]: I was waiting in the
marketplace, like Te Rangi said.

But then, a Redcoat came, and he
held me up, and he took me to Benton.

He said he was gonna k*ll Miss
Grace if I didn't do what he said.

[BREATH TREMBLING]

I was just trying to help her.

I'm really sorry.

You try and tell that to him.

He's full of holes because of you.

Well, I did try and warn him.

Benton said he only wanted Harp.

I didn't know what to do.

I'm not dragging my men
into this f*cking mess.

They're elite guards in there, Harp.

And they know we're here.

Alright, lads. Gather your gear.

They'll be coming for us soon enough.

[BREATH TREMBLING]

[DOOR OPENING]

Oh, my dear!

What a vision of beauty.

More like a painted doll.

Hm. Lord Fisher will
be arriving shortly.

Once he's been coddled,

we'll have you back in britches
in no time, I assure you.

Now, tell me about your husband.

[SIGHING]

Jonathan Chesterfield's
incompetence and disloyalty

led to the escape of Declan Harp,

the deaths of dozens of English troops,

and the loss of thousands
of His Majesty's furs.

Too much malice, perhaps.

Lord Fisher will be expecting a
little sympathy for your husband.

It was only Lord Benton's steady hand

that saved my poor, deluded
Chesterfield from ruin.

Without his gentle guidance,
he simply fell apart.

- Hm... Better.
- My father.

I want you to release
him before Fisher arrives.

And why would I do that?

Consider it an act of good faith.

I think you misunderstand my nature.

I am not a man to relinquish
my leverage on good faith.

Furthermore,

if you cross me tonight, I promise you,

I will remove your father's tongue,

and make him watch while you eat it.

[SOFTLY]: Ah...

Alright, you've made
your argument, but...

I don't think that I have, Michael.

See, I am very vexed

that you've put me in
the uncomfortable position

of undermining Mr. Grant.

Not only in working with
Carruthers and Company,

- but in bunking with Malcolm Brown?
- Pfft.

Bunking? Oh, that's ripe.

As if I could possibly
get a wink of sleep

with you two feet away in the dark.

Keep your snotty society
rackets back in Montreal

- where they belong, Pond.
- Believe me when I tell you

that they're totally unpleasant
for me too, f*ck face,

but here we are.

Mr. Brown, you speak
as if there's some...

element of fate at work
that is beyond our control.

I'm a man that controls fate.

Both my own, and that of others.

You know that's true.

And as I sit here looking
at you, I'm starting to think

- perhaps I should tinker with your fate.
- [MICHAEL]: Sit down.

- Tinker? Tinker?!
- Sit down.

Oh, Malcolm...

I didn't mean k*lling you, right now.

I mean, a boy can dream, but I was
thinking of something else, like...

handing you over to Vanstone.

If you keep this shite up, you can...

You can go back to Montreal, and
fight the f*cking HBC on your own.

[SMACKING]

I won't have everything we've
worked towards be compromised now,

by your childish, petty feud.

Put that down.

Ooh, "Wilderness Michael." So rough!

It excites me.

I'm sure I can find a way

to help Mr. Grant understand
this new business relationship.

Pfft.

You do that.

"Mr. Grant"...

You go to great pains to puff yourself
up as a business man in charge.

But yet, when you talk about Mr. Grant,

you look more like a devoted servant.

Are you sure you're not just his patsy?

Who's being childish now?

[POND]: Anyway...

I suspect that we will soon
see a grand show of force

from that pugnacious
Governor Chesterfield.

And this little partnership
of ours will all be for naught.

[MICHAEL]: Chesterfield's gone,

we don't have to worry
about him anymore.

[POND]: Eaten by wolves, I suppose.

Oh aye...

Too bad I didn't get
to do him in myself.

[POND]: Maybe I should turn my
attention to Mr. O'Reilly now?

- He should've been here by now.
- I know.

But Malcolm and I
can't go out this room,

you're gonna have to
find O'Reilly on the road.

We can't oust Vanstone with
the help of him and his men.

Well, there is a much
quicker and more efficient way

of dealing with Mr. Vanstone.

We k*ll a single Redcoat,
and we lose the Lake Walkers.

That g*n is just for
show, you understand?

Maybe.

Any of you wankers O'Reilly's men?

O'Reilly was the last
to see my prisoner.

And now, they've both
disappeared into the wind.

Is he here?

I haven't seen him since last night.

Chesterfield's missus would hide
reprobates here all the time.

I have no interest in
politics, Lieutenant Vanstone.

Emberly derived pleasure
from sticking her oar in.

I like it the other way around.

Herman. Check the back.

- I'm checking your rooms, Imogen.
- Go for it.

[VANSTONE]: O'Reilly!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC,
FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

O'Reilly! Show yourself!

[KNOCKING]

[VANSTONE SIGHING]

Good morning, "Lootenant."

- Vanstone, isn't it?
- It's "Leftenant."

Forgive me, "Leftenant."

Cobbs Pond. Pleasure.

You got a man in there?

Shh.

As a matter of fact, I do.

There is an exquisite young
man lying naked on my bed,

in a state of gentle repose.

I guess my appetites last
night exhausted the poor thing.

We could awake him
together, if you'd like.

I'd rather not.

That's a shame.

Well, I was on my way to
look for Mr. O'Reilly too,

shall we look together?

- Fine.
- Wonderful.

[GASPING]

What is this place?

O'Reilly surprised me outside
the ale. He brought me here.

Imogen paid him to do it.

[MARY]: I've already tried everything.

We're locked in tight.

And there are armed guards.

Kahwihta said she was
taken by religious men.

O'Reilly's wife?

She helps capture our women,

and he brings them here, and
makes them worship his God?

Europeans like their women to
be Christian before they wed.

Churches need converts,
traders need wives.

And the ones who are not fit are
sent to the ale houses and camps,

to be passed around.

He's selling women to
more than just Imogen,

and far beyond Fort James.

[IN CREE]: The man
O'Reilly has lied to you.

To your fathers and mothers.

He is selling you like meat.

Do you speak Cree?

[IN OJIBWE]: Ojibwe?

English. We must only
speak English, here.

Fine. Tell me about O'Reilly.

Mr. O'Reilly helped us find
our way to the Lord Almighty.

- We had sinned against God.
- Sin... ?

[MARY]: It's an affront to God.

O'Reilly convinced these
girls' families that

their troublesome daughters
would affect trade.

[IN CREE]: You don't have to be
afraid. I have k*lled many such men.

You belong with your people.

Under the eye of the
Creator, not their white God.

Open the door! Open!

[MARY SOFTLY]: Careful...

[GRUNTING]

Be careful, Sister.

We were warned about this one.

You've been sent here to test me.

But I will show you the way, child.

Your men will be here shortly. Be ready.

Don't...

[DOOR CLOSING]

[CARRIAGE DOOR CLOSING]

If I jimmied the lock, you
could make it to that rampart.

Not in this stupid dress.

What would you do? Fall to your death.

I'm not talking about me going, Grace.

Don't pretend to be noble,
Da. It doesn't suit you.

We're leaving together.

Once Benton has cleared
his name with Fisher,

we're just another loose end.

Well, then, I'll have to
make myself indispensable.

If not to him, then to the HBC.

I know that scheming look in your eye.

I remember it from when
you were a wee lass.

Well, you didn't give me much choice.

- Besides, it served me well.
- Has it? Look at you.

This isn't over.

If you see a chance to
save yourself, you take it.

I've been anchor enough my whole life.

[DOOR OPENING]

[BENTON]: Our guest is waiting.

I'm sorry, you won't
be joining us, Edward.

But you haven't been forgotten.

- I hope you enjoy.
- Cow's tongue?

Cook's speciality.

Shall we?

Spirited woman, eh?

You have no idea.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[DOOR OPENING]

- Lord Fisher!
- Lord Benton.

It is such an honour to
welcome you to my home.

Allow me to present Mrs. Grace
Chesterfield of Fort James.

Charmed, Madame.

You retain a remarkably youthful beauty

for having survived in
such a savage climate.

My Lord.

My recent years in the London
office have made me soft,

regrettably.

I prefer spending time in the field.

- You must be well-travelled.
- As are you, I am sure.

Sadly, untoward events in
Fort James bring me here.

- We appear to have unresolved matters.
- My Lord,

Mrs. Chesterfield has been
at the heart of operations

at Fort James for many years.

And I thought it appropriate

that she share her
insights into recent events.

Most interesting.

[BENTON]: Shall we sit?
- Indeed.

[SIGHING]

Give it a rest, would you?

I mean, the least patsy could've
done was bring us some food

before he f*cked away off. I'm so
hungry, I could eat the 12 apostles.

I could use some grub myself.

Now hold up, now.

I don't think the stale
bread in this shack

is worth you getting shot over.

I've stolen more meals
than you've eaten, Malcolm.

I'll be back before you know it.

[PATTING ON SHOULDER]

[DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[DOOR OPENING]

- Mercer?
- Michael?

You didn't see me.

Is O'Reilly with you?

He was supposed to meet
us here this morning.

- I, uh... saw him at dawn.
- Here?

No, north. We parted at Soulis Brook.

What's he doing up there?

He's, uh... picking up pelts.

Did he say when he was gonna be back?

Right, well, if you see
him, let him know that...

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

That bow that you have there...

- Can I see it?
- [CHUCKLING AWKWARDLY]

It's useless, mate. It's shite.

Might be the case, but
I still need to see it.

Where did you get this?

I know the woman who owns this,
she wouldn't leave it lying around.

[DOOR OPENING]

No man could take this from
her without k*lling her first.

So I'm gonna ask you again,
where did you get this?

Out by the-the road. By the gate.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[MUSIC STOPPING]

When I agreed to help you,
we were sneaking in. Unawares.

But this? Nah. This
is just not possible.

It's worth the risk.

For you, maybe.

You can risk your life all
you want, I don't give a f*ck.

But I'm not throwing
my men's lives away.

I can't sit around here
like a g*dd*mn coward,

and let an innocent woman die,
when I know I could stop it.

I don't have that in me.

I think she's gone. It hurts.

You think you're the
only one that's suffered?

- I'll have you know, we've all f*cking lost someone.
- Then help me, g*dd*mn it.

There's no way we'll get
inside that f*cking castle!

I don't need you to get me inside.

I need you to get me close.

And then what?

You just leave that to me.

[CHUCKLING]

Christ, you are damaged.

Even if the lads agree, how the
f*ck are we gonna get you close?

My mother's people have
fought like this for centuries.

We are so few, they have
nothing to ram against.

They will rush into those
dunes, we will stretch them out,

and we will drain
every last one of them.

Alright, lads.

No one will judge you if
you want to sit this one out.

Especially you, Angus,

bleeding all over the
place. Look at you.

You look f*cking ridiculous.

Oh, f*ck off. I've had worse.

Besides...

I've gotta bite the face off
the prick that ripped my kilt.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Alright, genius. What's the plan?

[HARP]: Get up.

You're going back in.

I need something to write with.

Oh, I should've thought...

We can write him a really nasty letter.

What do you have for weapons
around here, smart a*s?

[THUDDING]

[HARP CHUCKLING]

Back again so soon?

You should do yourself a
favour, girl, and disappear.

I'm here to see Lord Benton.

- I carry a note for him.
- [AMUSED CHUCKLE]

- Piss off.
- Oh, alright.

But I'd hate to be you
when Lord Benton finds out

that you've refused a handwritten
letter from Declan Harp.

Very well.

But if I discover this to be a ruse...

you will suffer.

[MICHAEL WHISPERING]: Kahwihta?

Mr. Smyth.

Look at this.

This belongs to a woman
by the name of Sokanon.

She's a friend of mine.
Would you remember seeing her?

Where's O'Reilly?

He had to attend to some
urgent business for our church.

Where's your church?

Near Soulis Brook.

Were you seen?

No. But I need to leave
and check on something.

You stay here, and stay out of sight.

- What's so f*cking important?
- [MICHAEL BREATHING HEAVILY]

I don't know yet.

Oh. Alright, well that's grand.

Is that how our partnership works, eh?

You go off gallivanting around
doing whatever the f*ck you want

while I'm left here trying
to read your tiny Irish mind?

- Where are you going, Michael?
- Malcolm, I...

It's Sokanon, I... Something's
wrong. She's in trouble.

Oh, well in case you
haven't noticed, so are we.

I'll deal with it on my own.

- So, too right, you will.
- Just keep your head down.

If you see O'Reilly before
I do, keep an eye on him.

See what he's getting up to.

What in the good holy f*ck
is that supposed to mean?!

It means I may have missed something
along the way! I don't know.

If I'm wrong, we never
need speak of this again.

But if I'm right, the
whole alliance may crumble.

[DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING]

Mind you, you Yanks had the advantage.

Fighting for your own,
in places you knew.

I was fresh from Essex.

Never even been to the north of England,

and suddenly I'm freezing me
bullocks off in Philadelphia.

Not everyone fought out of
a great sense of patriotism.

I did it just for the sport.

What are you here for anyway, Mr. Pond?

Didn't Lord Benton forbid
your return to Fort James?

Well, it doesn't seem that
Lord Benton is here anymore.

I didn't think it would be a problem.

Yeah, well, having no Lord
or governor here is a problem.

Perhaps you're just the
man to remedy that...

Governor.

You!

You helped Malcolm Brown escape!

He attacked me, Lieutenant Vanstone!

Nah, you traders are all in cahoots.

Oh, Brown had help,
but it wasn't from me.

It was Michael Smyth.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

I wouldn't lead you astray, friend.

Ah, the Black Wolf Company,
they're all animals.

- Smyth needs to be put in a cage.
- I agree.

And I might be able
to help you out, there.

I might be able to find Michael Smyth.

- How?
- You leave that to me.

I'll deliver him up to you.

And your men, well, they'll
be bursting with confidence,

that Fort James will
flourish under your grasp.

You saying they're not already?

No, no, no, no, no. Not at all,
not at all. You are the, um...

Very exemplar of
strong leadership, so...

- It's quite thrilling, actually.
- [VANSTONE EXHALING]

Bring him to me.

Did I just witness the start of a coup?

[O'REILLY LAUGHING]

No, Sir.

You were gonna give Michael up to him?

It was just a ruse to lure
the Lieutenant, Malcolm.

I delivers him up to him, right,
but under private circumstances.

Or we can deal with him alone,

and not have to bother with
all of those sweaty men.

But instead, you brought
his attention to you two.

What in the good Christ
are we gonna do now?

Well, Malcolm, I suppose
we could give you to him.

[MALCOLM LAUGHING SARCASTICALLY]

You can try that, patsy...

And I'll beat the
f*cking crazy out of ya.

What business did Michael
have that was so bloody urgent,

- that he'd run away, and risk being seen?
- He wouldn't say.

He was going on about his
Sokanon woman being in trouble,

but then he was out the door.

We're gonna have to do something

to convince Mr. Vanstone
that we're men of our word.

Well, I hope Michael
gets his arse back here

before Vanstone figures
out what's really happening.

[SIGHING]

[SOFT, SOMBRE MUSIC]

[SOFT CLINKING]

[MAN]: Have a close look.

[SNIFFING LOUDLY]

They've been washed?

Let me see their teeth.

[MARY HISSING]

[NUN]: Obey him!

Good. Strong!

And they're only young, yet.

This one must be special.

[NUN]: She has not been
converted yet, gentlemen.

Pretty.

I bet she looks even
prettier when she smiles.

Show me your teeth!

Don't be rude, deary.

You have two ways out of here.

And I think you'll like
theirs better than mine.

Oh, yeah...

I'm sure we can fit some
prayers in there before no time.

[LAUGHING]

[GRUNTING, SCREAMING]

[THUDDING, SHOUTING CONTINUING]

[INTENSE MUSIC, GRUNTING]

[NUN SCREAMING, WHIPPING]

[THUDDING, GROANING]

[MOANING, GRUNTING CONTINUE]

There are more men outside.

[TRADER SHOUTING]

Stop! Get your clothing.

[MUSIC CRESCENDOES]

We go now. [PANTING, SCREAMING]

[MUSIC FADING]

Excuse me my ignorance,

but what exactly is the extent of
this encroachment by the French?

[BENTON]: Oh, the French
are a wretched plague.

They have long been
using ignorant rogues

to travel upriver, and
undermine our operations.

They are ignorant, yet
they are successful?

They appear to be winning the fight.

My Lord, my position from
the beginning has been

that, had I more men, and more resources,

I could have been more effective
at staving the bleeding.

I must admit, I was surprised
to learn of your departure

with the Phoenix without my knowledge.

Yes. That was in response
to a desperate situation.

Oh, yes. The half-breed.

Declan Harp. He is a vengeful
and remorseless k*ller.

Is that so?

- Declan...
- Given the right resources, my Lord,

this man can be apprehended
or silenced permanently.

Indeed, Archibald.

But at this point in the conversation,

I am particularly interested

in the observations of the
Governess on the matter.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Declan Harp was once revered

as the most accomplished
trader and trapper

in the James Bay region.

I wonder what changed.

My Lord, if I may... I knew his father.

He was an Irishman from Donegal,

and a capable company man.

He had a guide, a Native woman,
who bore him a son, Declan.

When Declan's father was
betrayed by the savages,

I took him on as my own son.

I taught him the ways of the trade,

and watched him rise to
become one of our very best.

But there was too much
of the savage in him.

He turned against me,
and against the Company.

How was Captain Gray when you saw him?

He was quite well, my Lord.

How nice.

I'd not seen him in many years,

so I was delighted to
see him doing so well.

You must have heard the sad
news that he was lost at sea.

I did not know that.

Then, it grieves me to have
to tell you that he is dead.

Oh, my God. Oh, that's horrible.

I assumed you had heard as much.

No, I had no idea.

Oh, what sad news.

He was a kind and gentle man.

Yes.

Grace, what do you
know of Captain Johnson?

He was m*rder*d.

Was his k*ller brought to justice?

His k*ller was not known.

Do you know why I am here?

I imagine you're seeking the truth.

The Hudson's Bay
Company is facing losses,

and I am hearing rumours...

If I add together the pieces
of the incomplete puzzle,

I am forced to infer certain things,

which I find troubling.

Things that suggest that the man in
charge of Fort James was to blame.

It's true.

Jonathan Chesterfield
approached me shortly after

the suicide of Governor Threadwell.

He asked me to assist him in
a plan to steal from the HBC,

and to angle himself
as the new Governor.

When I refused to help him,

he went on to threaten
violence if I did not marry him.

He was so distracted by
his own ambitions that

even when Lord Benton was administering

a just sentence of
hanging on Declan Harp,

he allowed Harp to escape.

Who k*lled Father Coffin?

Chesterfield was in charge of the
men at the gallows. I was not there.

And who was behind the
theft at Fort James?

A g*ng of thieves. Working
directly under Chesterfield's nose.

Does the name "Michael
Smyth" mean anything to you?

He leads the g*ng.

What role did his Lordship
play in all of this?

Well, I'd be lying if I told you

he was the most beloved
man in Fort James.

But I am quite certain he has the
best interest of the HBC in mind.

And I know from conversations
with my husband that

he did his best to
undermine his Lordship.

Then, you will not
be entirely devastated

to learn that your husband is dead.

How did it happen?

He was last seen with the half-breed.

Apparently, he detained
Declan Harp, then let him go.

Upon which, Harp promptly
betrayed and m*rder*d him.

You see the havoc
wreaked by this savage?

What's to happen to Fort
James in his absence?

I have sent a man who will
reintroduce discipline,

until a new governor can be appointed.

I know every trader and trapper
that frequents Fort James.

I know every aspect of
administration of the Fort,

and I know everything that happens.

It is my sincere belief that in
the best interest of the Company,

I should continue my duties...

as Governor.

You wish to govern Fort James alone?

[CHUCKLING]: My dear,

I'm sure his Lordship
appreciates your candour,

but I'm afraid that
is simply not possible.

No one's as capable
of doing that job as I.

No one.

Very well.

If you can find a husband
to join you as Governor,

you will have my full support
to continue as Governess.

I don't need a man to hide behind.

[DOOR OPENING]

She brought a letter for your Lordship.

I want all your men
assembled, and ready at once.

[SCOFFING]: Sir,

Harp has threatened to
as*ault this castle...

This is Declan Harp, and
he's capable of anything.

Assemble your men!

- Yes, sir.
- Keep the Governess and Chaulk out of harm's way,

till we can deal with Declan Harp.

And Captain...

keep her safe. Yes, sir.

I sincerely hope Harp is dumb enough
to come and try and get you here.

I hope you're stupid
enough to try and stop him.

[DOOR LOCKING]

[GASPING]

Ms. Chaulk...

What have you done?

What are you gonna do to Miss Emberly?

I'd have thought you'd be
more concerned for yourself.

You've got into depths
way above your head.

[BREATH TREMBLING]: What
are you gonna do to me?

My young lady...

I'm going to show you what happens

when you fail to do exactly as I ask.

I've already given you everything.

You failed to bring Harp to the gates.

So now, you will tell me
what Harp has up his sleeve,

so I can put an end to this
charade, once and for all.

There's no plan, Lord Benton.

He means to do what
he wrote in the note.

Look, he's gonna come
here, with the others.

He's gonna take Miss
Grace from you, and...

And?

And he...

And he says he's gonna k*ll you, Sir.

[WHEEZING LAUGHTER]

Is he, now?

[CRYING]: What are you gonna do to me?

I'm simply going to show you
that I am a man of my word.

[GASPING]

[DOOR OPENING]

You should be proud, Edward.

You've done a superb job of
turning that girl into a fine woman.

She has all the intelligence,

confidence, and
competence that you lack.

I tried hard to warn
her of men like you,

but it seems your kind are everywhere.

I've spent my life burdened
by resentment of my power.

You have no idea how hard that is.

It must be a difficult burden.

Being born into wealth.

Having done nothing to earn it.

[STABBING, GROANING]

[SPUTTERING]

But I do clean up my own mess, Eddy.

At least give me credit for that.

[MOANING]

Ah! [CHAULK BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CHAULK WHIMPERING]

[PANTING]

We shall return you home, all of you.

For now, I need you to go

to Kamenna of the Lake
Walkers, she will protect you.

We do not want to be punished.

No one will punish you,
you've done no wrong.

I was supposed to return with a husband.

Will this displease my
family? [TWIG SNAPPING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[THUDDING]

- I'm gonna k*ll you for what you...
- [GRUNTING, KNIFE PIERCING]

[GRUNTING]

[MUSIC STOPPING]

It was O'Reilly, wasn't it?

I saw you with him.

Did you help sell these girls?

No. God no. I had no
idea he was involved in...

Then you're a fool.

I needed his men, that's why
I have an alliance with him.

If I knew, I never
would've joined with him.

You want men to join you, but do
not care what kind of men they are?

What would Harp say of this?

What can I do? Just tell me what to do.

You've done enough.

Where are you going?

To bring these girls to safety.

Then to Fort James.

[SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I think it's time for me to turn
in for the evening, Mr. O'Reilly.

I need my beauty sleep.

Tomorrow, we'll try again
to flush Michael out.

Strange, though, isn't it?

He seems the definition of reliable.

- He seems to be, but yet...
- [DOOR OPENING]

- You know who I want.
- Is it me?

Oh, very funny. O'Reilly.

I don't have my prisoner back.

Uh, no. Not yet. We're working on it.

Oh, yeah. It looks like it.

I'll have to figure it out for me-self.

You want something done right...

Oi! Shut up and listen!

As ranking officer, I am taking
charge of Fort James officially.

No business of the Fort or the Company

shall be conducted without my authority.

[REDCOATS EXCLAIM, CHEERS]

[VANSTONE, MUFFLED]: I
don't want any parades

or celebrations from you lot.

If you wanna get on my side, bring
me Michael Smyth and Malcolm Brown.

[POND CLAPPING SLOWLY]

Jesus Christ, he's
making it easy for us.

And Michael is shagging everything up!

Michael knows something that we don't.

Sweet dreams.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

- [BARCLAY]: Alright.
- [HARP]: Yeah, light it up.

[BARCLAY]: Let's go, let's go.

[SPEAKING MAORI]

[CHANTING HAKA IN MAORI]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

[CHANTING CONTINUES OVER DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[MEN RESPONDING TO CHANT IN MAORI]

[g*nshots, CHANTING CONTINUES]

[MUSIC, CHANTING STOP ABRUPTLY]

[NO AUDIBLE SOUNDS]

[SOFT, SOMBRE MUSIC]

[TRIUMPHANT MUSIC BUILDING]

[MUSIC GETTING SOFTER]

[NO AUDIBLE SOUND]

[MUSIC FADING]

[THUDDING, MUSIC STOPS]

Get up!

Alright, Harp.

You better do whatever the f*ck
it is you're planning to do.

This is as close as we get.

Alright. You get your boys outta here.

We'll get the drinks in. See ya!

Alright, boys.

Alright. Get to the
boys, get to the ship.

Don't wait up for me.

It's been a hoot, big man.

[FIRE CRACKLING]

Hey, Maggie...

[THEME MUSIC]