03x06 - The Sins of the Father

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[FIGHTING COMMOTION]

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McTaggart!

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[THEME MUSIC]

[MICHAEL]: The plan that
our partnership agreed upon

is completely dependent
on O'Reilly and his men

throwing their weight behind us.

It's the only way to topple
Vanstone without k*lling him,

and I promised Kamenna that...

[SOKANON]: You will have
to do it without him.

Harp gave me a mission:
to see the HBC crumble,

and that's what I'm trying to do.

I've made alliances with
men we once saw as enemies,

because we all want the same thing.

All the men do, anyway.

Sokanon!

O'Reilly's a son of a b*tch, I know.

I won't stop you from settling
what you have with him.

But in order for both of
us to get what we want,

we need to get rid of Vanstone first.

No, he is your distraction.
O'Reilly's my target.

[IMOGEN]: In my experience,
Mr. O'Reilly has always been

a dependable, reliable gentleman.

He'd better come through for me.

The thought of that reekie Irishman

out there roaming free pisses me off.

Fort James has been
neglected for too long

by men with priorities other
than the trade, Mr. Vanstone.

It has. But now that I'm doing
the business of the Company,

they'll see what Fort James
could be under my command.

And then, those sons
of b*tches out there

will show me the respect I deserve.

Well, we both know someone who
can take care of that for you.

If you want to spend time with
your girl tonight, it's gratis.

No, I can't. There's
too much work to be done.

But don't you work too hard
before I can see you again, eh?

[WHISPERING]: You're turning
out to be a poor investment.

If you don't start
smiling for your silver,

you'll end up in a
very unpleasant place.

Oh, I could kick Michael's ballbag

right up into his
f*cking chest for this.

Or maybe it's you needs the kick

for this stupid f*ck'
plan in the first place.

Whoa, my plan was solid.

I created an opportunity for us

to dictate the terms of
the conversation to Vanstone

by bringing Michael to him!

It is Michael who needs to
answer for this, Malcolm.

I will not let my business be
threatened by his infatuation.

He's not just infatuated, Pond.

Michael is steady in his
allegiance to Harp's people.

Oh, wait, wait, wait...

This Sokanon... Is she Black Wolf?

It's no excuse to leave us at the
mercy of that buffoon, Vanstone.

He just needs to think
that he's supported,

and that everyone's playing
by Company rules, right?

Now, we don't need Michael for that.

[POND]: I'm gonna make some firm
decisions in Michael's absence.

I don't see a future for this company,

where Vanstone's flag still flies.

If you k*ll Vanstone,

right after that demented
hard-on you're gonna get

from k*lling him goes down,

word's gonna get out.

Kamenna's gonna hear about it.

Soon as she knows that one of
Michael's alliance has shed blood,

she'll turn her back on all of us,

and we'll lose the Lake
Walker trade for good.

When Michael returns,

O'Reilly will take him to
Vanstone, just like you planned.

As soon as Vanstone is captured,

his men will sooner
stand down than fight.

And that'll be the end of it.

You better be certain of that.

We'll soon find out, won't we?

[SNAPPING FINGERS]

Until then...

I should go and talk to Vanstone,

try to smooth things out a bit.

I'll return after I've spoken with him.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Where the f*ck do you
think you're going?

If I find Michael, I can offer
him a modicum of protection.

It's a very dangerous world out
there for Mr. Smyth, isn't it?

[SIGHING, DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING]

Did you know Sokanon was a Black Wolf?

That night...

I heard her ask you about Mr. Smyth.

- Is she his wife?
- I don't know what she is,

but she's trouble we don't need!

I don't think Michael
understands our way, Kahwihta.

What we do for our Lord and Saviour.

We needs to pack up.
We needs to pack up now.

We needs to find Mercer
and the rest of 'em,

and we get out of here.

Do you intend not to honour the
deal you made with those men?

Indeed, I don't.

I'm gonna warn Vanstone about the
coup that's forming against him,

and we're gonna fly out
of this den of inequity.

After that, well I'll never set
eyes on Michael Smyth ever again.

Ah.

What's the most popular boy in town
doing skulking around my ale house?

Is this not the heart of
business in Fort James?

I know someone who really
wants a word with you.

And I know someone who's just
aching to put you in your place.

So I suggest you take this money,

and turn the other way, Imogen.

It's the best warning you'll get.

- How dare you threaten me?
- It's just business.

You take this money,
you keep your mouth shut,

and you and I will get along just fine.

Do we understand each other?

[FIRE CRACKLING]

[MICHAEL]: I made a mistake.

O'Reilly's been selling
Native women as country wives,

offering 'em up as companions
to traders with money to spend.

Like it or not, he's
our link to Vanstone.

O'Reilly's got to go.

You were the one who said we cannot
take Fort James without O'Reilly!

Now you want to dump our plans because

you heard some, some bad news about him?

I need Sokanon more than I need him!

I don't get rid of him, I lose her.

I don't give a rat's arsehole

about the trouble you're
having with your country wife.

She's not a country wife.

She's a hunter, she's a
fighter, and she's a tracker,

and we need her.

The Brown Brothers did not
put our empire on the line

so that you could make your candle,
Michael. It's not about that!

It's about doing what we know is right!

The right thing to do is to get
O'Reilly's men and do this now!

Finish what we started,
what you f*ck' started!

Michael, I went behind
my own brother's back

because you convinced me that
it was the right thing to do

for the Brown Brothers to side with you!

- Or were you just pushing me about the whole time?
- No!

I meant what I said.

I just didn't expect O'Reilly's
business to undermine us,

I didn't know what I was
getting into with him.

Oh, I know the feeling.

Fine.

I'll take care of it.

Good.

But O'Reilly stays.

[WHISPERING]: You head
straight for the gate.

I'll be right behind you.

[SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER]

Leave. Now. Go to the tipis by the gate.

You will be safe until I come for you.

[SLOW, INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[DOOR CLOSING]

[GRUNTING]

[REPEATED STABBING, GRUNTING]

[MUFFLED GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

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[WHEEZING]

[GRUNTING]

[UPTEMPO, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

My Lord, Declan Harp is in the castle,

and my men are currently occupied.

Let me deploy your men, and I
assure you, we will capture him.

You may deploy my men, but
you had best be on your guard.

No, he'll be trying to find her.

It seems as likely he is
coming for you as for her.

Nonetheless, I shall warn
the Captain of the Guard.

Please, ensure he understands
that Declan Harp is mine.

Indeed.

[MUSIC STOPPING, DOOR OPENING]

Madame.

May I?

Please yourself.

- Are you comfortable?
- Is that why you came down here to speak with me?

To see if I'm comfortable?

I have come to ensure that
you are well protected.

I think you've come
because you seek the truth.

Which is?

Lord Benton's personal
hatred of Declan Harp

led him to make terrible decisions.

He put revenge ahead of HBC
interests, and as a result,

I saw a precipitous decline
of conditions in Fort James.

I cannot fault a company man
for zealously pursing a fugitive.

What Benton did to Harp's
family is unutterable.

Any human being who
faced what Harp faced

would be changed by it forever.

And if I were to concede
that that were true...

What difference would it make?

It would mean that you
already know the truth.

That Benton isn't just a threat to Harp,

or to me for that matter.

That he is, in fact, a
liability to the HBC itself.

You'd do far more good for the
Company by getting rid of him

than you ever could by
pursuing Declan Harp.

I'm sorry. I wasn't honest with you.

I do not accept your apology.

Because there is no need for one.

You may think our time
together was a transgression,

but I thought it was wonderful.

It felt honest to me.

Madame?

Ah, Mr. Pond, I was
just coming to say hello.

Hello.

Have you received any
company this evening?

No. I was just out for the
evening, I'm just returning now.

- Ah.
- Is there something wrong?

No! No, no... It's just, there
was someone about who shouldn't be.

But I thought I saw him come up here.

Oh dear.

Darling, look at me.

Go downstairs with the
crowd. You'll be safe there.

I will look at the other rooms.

Go.

[MICHAEL]: I made a judgment call.

You're a lying selfish prick, Michael.

You lied straight to my face, partner!

Malcolm, keep your voice down.

Now, Michael, we can all
be fools when we're in love,

I understand that more than most,

but trust is trust.

I think that I speak for my new
friend Malcolm when I say that

I'm not sure that we
can f*cking trust you.

I got us the deal with
the Lake Walkers, yeah?

If I didn't give
Sokanon what she wanted,

it would have compromised that.

- You don't give a pig shite about this, do you, eh?
- [MICHAEL]: What?

I will not follow you
to a grave, Michael.

Malcolm, just calm down and
listen to me for a second.

- I'm sure that you can understand our apprehension.
- Just trust me!

If we keep Sokanon on our
side, we keep the Lake Walkers.

If we stick together and we
keep O'Reilly's men on our side,

we might actually make this happen.

We're so close.

If this is the dish
that we wish to serve,

we have to use the sudden
tragedy of Mr. O'Reilly's death

to get his men to act now.

They're already hot.

We need to bring them to a rolling boil.

Let's f*ck' do it, then.

I need you to stay here. I don't
want to have to look for you again.

It'll work.

You must do something about this,
Mr. Mercer. It cannot go unpunished.

Who did it?

Michael Smyth.

He was here, not an hour ago,

and he threatened me harm
if I didn't let him up there.

I saw him walk up those stairs,
and then I found O'Reilly dead.

The Black Wolf is vicious.

I didn't see it happen,
but I know it to be true.

When Smyth shows up again, you
keep him here and get word to me.

- I'll let the others know.
- Yes.

Come live with me.

You move fast.

I'm not asking you to do that, Douglas.

I'd do anything you asked.

I'm more than certain Miss
Josephette would kick me out the door

- the moment you announced my arrival.
- Hm...

Luckily, it's my name
that's on the deed.

I decide who lives where.

I cannot come with you.

We've not been exactly
discreet, in our meeting here.

Huh.

Samuel Grant is going to find
out about it, and when he does,

he's not going to be
easy with you, Clenna.

That's my problem.

I would not make it yours.

I cannot leave you here, with him.

I can't go with you.

Not unless...

Unless what?

I was there, right after. I saw...

Saw what he did to Elizabeth.

You... you-you saw him k*ll her?

No! No, I-I came in after it
was done, after it was too late.

- [DOUGLAS GRUNTING]
- I would never have...

have just watched him k*ll her.

So uh, I... I w... w... was
right to make your acquaintance,

I was just... so stupid
to have trusted you.

I did not mean to deceive you.

Have you ever had to
make a choice between

doing what is right and staying alive?

The choice between living
here with a m*rder*r,

or living on the streets?

- I know what I'd do.
- If I hadn't stayed silent,

I would surely have met
the same fate as Elizabeth.

All she did was insult
him, for God's sake!

I... I cannot imagine
what he would do to me

if he thought that I
betrayed him for you.

Ah, and I thought she
died because of a slight?

I know I have lost your trust.

And your good faith.

But there is something I can do for you.

I can give you what
you've wanted all along,

I can give you what you
came for in the first place.

I am your proof, Douglas.

For the magistrates, or the judges,

or whoever it is that will help
you see justice for Elizabeth.

I am a witness...

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SHE CATCHES HER BREATH.]

[MUSIC TEMPO QUICKENING]

In the morning, I will take
you to the Lake Walkers.

[SOLDIER]: Alright, men!

[SOLDIERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

He's been discovered.

Maybe you should go tonight.

How did you get here?

[g*n c*ck]

You will come with me, now.

Take her to Kamenna.

It looks like Mr. O'Reilly's
men are keeping busy.

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

Hello, Mr. Smyth.

Mr. O'Reilly would
thank you, Mr. Mercer,

for your swift justice in
apprehending his k*ller.

I didn't k*ll him.

- Imogen says she saw you.
- Imogen's a liar.

[WHISPERING]: You threatened me,
now you've got what you deserve.

Michael Smyth.

Thief. m*rder*r. Marauder of Fort James.

You are guilty of the
m*rder of Patrick O'Reilly.

The punishment for your
crime shall be death.

The method of justice
should be administered

by those loyal to the deceased.

Mr. Mercer?

Get him readied for the stakes.

Excellent choice.

Miss Dolan, here...

claims to be a witness for you,

but she forgets that she
is also a co-conspirator,

in the eyes of the law.

I mean, I suppose...

that's what the courts would say,

as someone who has mopped up
blood and bones from our floor,

and made arrangements to
remove a body from our home.

[SIGHING]

You are nothing,

and no better than a wh*re

who's taken my good nature
and generosity for granted.

You made me a wh*re,

for you to flirt with your businessmen,

and to make you look... normal.

You used me,

- and threatened me...
- [GLASS SHATTERING]

I'll not suffer these abuses in
my own home. Get out, Douglas.

So I can deal with this ungrateful c**t.

Do not... speak to her like that again.

I won't tell you a second time.

Unless you wish to be reunited
with your beloved Elizabeth.

[YELLING]

Not like this, Douglas!

[GLASS SHATTERING, GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

Stop it! Stop it!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Oh, oh...

[GRUNTING, WHIMPERING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC STOPS]

Douglas!

[SOBBING]

Douglas.

[BREATHING QUICKLY]

[QUIVERING BREATH]

[FIRE CRACKLING]

Let Sokanon go.

She's done nothing wrong.

Let's get this fire started.

You will be next.

I'm sorry.

Pond, we need to do something.

Mr. Mercer!

These are not the
persons you seek for this.

It was him.

You giddy wench, sod off!

Light 'em up, Mercer.

Tell me what you know, Kahwihta.

Vanstone came to our room.

He told me to leave.

When he opened the door again,

my husband was dead!

You're a f*cking liar, you
want to get roped up here too?

You know my love of Mr. O'Reilly.

I know your affections for him.

You must balance the scales with
the man who really k*lled my husband.

He wanted Mr. Smyth dead.

- He's using you for his own evil purpose.
- She's lying, Mercer.

I had nothing to do
with O'Reilly's death.

[POND]: I can corroborate!

I heard Lieutenant Vanstone
threaten Mr. O'Reilly tonight.

Please. Mr. Smyth is an honourable man.

You're gonna die, now.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Get off of me!

I didn't f*cking do it!

[SOFT MUSIC]

[NO AUDIBLE SCREAM]

[FIRE CRACKLING]

[SOFT FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]

[SOFT, EERIE MUSIC]

You must be Declan Harp.

Where's Benton?

He is not far.

Do you know who I am?

- Fisher.
- Lord Fisher, actually.

You're no Lord to me.

And you are remarkable.

It is rare indeed to meet the man
that more than matches the myth.

You see, I know a great
deal about who you are.

About your family.

I know more, perhaps, even than you do.

I doubt that.

Your Irish father died an
unaccomplished Company man

with no merits worthy of mention.

Leaving you, a penniless, half-breed
b*stard, to be raised by savages.

Yet, despite these disadvantages,

you found favour with Lord Benton,

who took you under his wing,
and raised you as his own,

helping you to become

one of the most effective
men in the entire Company.

Then, inevitably, like father,
like son, you impregnated a Native,

and fathered another
little b*stard with her,

prompting a sharp decline
in your profitability.

- He m*rder*d my family.
- As you knew he might, yes?

Be honest.

You always knew it was a
risk, Mr. Harp, did you not?

Lord Benton is not the
only man you blame for

the death of your family, is he?

In the deep of night, when you
dream their deaths over and over,

you blame yourself.

As you rightly should.

After all, whose responsibility
is it to safeguard a man's family

if not the man himself?

You failed to see what Lord
Benton was truly capable of,

because of your own desperate need
for that which you never had...

A father.

And now,

the family you could have had is gone,

most likely burning in hell.

So, with every throat you slit,

you see Benton, and you
pray to whatever savage god

you think will listen,

that your guilt will die behind
the swift ribbon of blood.

But by now, I am sure you know it won't.

Do not despair, Declan.

Salvation is still possible.

I offer the chance of revenge
and redemption at one fell swoop.

Rejoin the Company a senior
position with my patronage.

Your testimony to Lord
Benton's criminal acts

will see him dangle from
the end of a traitor's rope.

With you, his executioner.

Finally allowing us to
conduct HBC business properly.

After all,

while people are being
slain, no money is being made.

Money.

You clearly have no
idea what motivates me.

Perhaps.

Do you enjoy rum, Mr. Harp?

I must admit,

it is not to my taste.

Made from garbage. It's true.

A spirit derived from the waste
product of refining white sugar.

It was the sugar plantation
sl*ves that first distilled it,

to ease their misery, no doubt.

And now, this sl*ve garbage
is coveted the world round.

Fortunes are being made
on its prolific popularity.

But at its heart, it is a dark spirit.

Born from dirty, dangerous
work being done by sl*ves

who suffer terribly for
their master's great benefit.

Make your g*dd*mn point.

I happen to know of one such sl*ve boy,

who most likely still toils
somewhere on a plantation as we speak.

That young boy, Mr. Harp, is your son.

Lord Benton did not have him k*lled,
but instead sold him into sl*very.

You lie.

Under such circumstances,
it is natural to fear hope.

But as a father myself, I give
you my word, sir, it is true.

Join me, Declan.

Help me stop Lord Benton.

Find your son.

I will never join you.

Pity.

Where the f*ck is Benton?

[DOOR OPENING]

Back on top, eh?

A drink for you, patsy. I'm
surprised you don't have a man's shoe.

Say this after me, Mr. Brown:

À vous, à les vôtres,
puis à ta santé.

- À vous, ah, f*ck that!
- Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir ?

Whoa! Jesus...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

What the hell are you all doing?

Lassi...

I think you'd best make
yourself scarce around here, eh?

You need to be gone by morning.

I'm not going anywhere.

You need to leave.

- Where will I go?
- Nobody cares.

I don't want to see you around here
again. The ale house is ours, now.

If I were you, I'd get going.

A lot can happen
before the sun comes up.

And how are these men?

- Amenable.
- Good.

I, uh... must beg your forgiveness.

Thank you for listening to reason.

We're gonna have to trust each
other moving forward, Mercer.

And um... I must
demand something of you.

I don't know what part you
had in O'Reilly's business

of buying and selling women,

but whatever it was, it's over now.

I'll build you a church
if that's what you desire,

I won't disconnect you
from your faith, but...

marrying off unwilling
women, that's forbidden now.

We're gonna be everything
that the HBC is not.

And you.

You who remain loyal to
the Hudson's Bay Company,

you can leave.

And never return.

Find a new station,
forget this one existed.

The HBC flag will no
longer fly above Fort James.

For those smart enough to see that

your loyalty to the Company
will result in nothing but death,

starvation, and poverty,

by putting you at the
mercy of madmen in charge,

like Vanstone, and Benton before him,

this is your chance,

to sign on, and join a new company.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

A toast!

To you, brave men.

To us,

the North West Company!

[CHEERING]

[SOFT, SOMBRE MUSIC]

I don't suppose he took
you up on your offer?

No, Archibald.

He did not.

Now tell me the truth.

You must have been
just a little tempted?

The prospect of taking
charge in the New World.

Like your own little fiefdom.

I don't think the way you do.

No... I suppose not.

Had you thought the way I do,

it would have been much more
difficult to trap you the way we have.

Or all those poor friends of
yours who've died because of you.

Was it worth it?

And even now, at this very moment,

your few remaining friends engage
in a futile battle with my men.

Once they learn of your demise,
they will lose the will to fight.

And they too, will die.

And for what?

This futile attempt to challenge me,

and spirit Miss Emberly away?

Well, tell me, son,

how does it feel

to have failed so abysmally?

Choose your words carefully,

or they will be your last.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Lord Fisher!

Lord Fisher, put a stop to this.

[SOFT MUSIC]

Is my son still alive?

[GASPING]

[CHOKING]

Let's get it over with.

[KNIFE CLINKING]

As I said, this man was a criminal.

You have rid me of him to the
great benefit of the Company.

Nonetheless, you have m*rder*d
a Lord in his own home.

You will be pursued to
the ends of the Earth.

Wherever should your path
cross with that of Company men,

or those of the Crown,

you will be shown no quarter.

For helping me, in your own way,

to achieve that which
I otherwise could not,

I shall afford you a brief
head-start before deploying my men.

Our account is settled.

Know that the next time
we meet, Declan Harp,

I shall destroy you.

[SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES]

[GRACE SNIFFLING]

[SOFTLY]: Go.