Frontier (2016) s03e03 Episode Script

1 I don't know anything! Mr.
Harp! I swear, there ain't nothing more I could do for ya.
- (SCREAMING) - Jesus, Declan! - (CHAULK CRYING OUT) - C'mon! What did you do?! Ah! Nothing! Nothing.
I helped her.
No, you helped him! Where are they going? Benton's taking her to Scotland.
That's the story she gave me.
You might want to let your blood cool down a little, Harp.
- What's he planning? - Ah - Speak, vile wench.
- (PANTING) I don't know, I don't know.
We escaped, me and Miss Emberly.
We we escaped, and then Benton caught us and I woke up in her clothes! Sounds like you led her into a trap.
Is that what you did? - No.
- Is that what you did? She had no part of it! - Bullshit!! I'm not convinced! - Well, I surely am! Look at the poor child.
(GRUNTING) Now I see two people wrecked by the same wicked devil.
Now don't let him win! If you don't plan on killing me, Charlie, then you get your hands off me.
I met a noble man once who walked into a dangerous situation to help a stranger in his own terrible circumstance.
And that man would've stopped at nothin' until he saw the injustice before him redressed.
Nothing.
Because it cannot stand, Harp.
It can't.
(MCTAGGART): The stones on you.
You'd sink straight to the bottom with the weight of them balls.
Please just let me go.
Until I get to Grace, you're coming with me.
We're going to Scotland.
Oh, get it up ya, Harp.
I'm not going back to Scotland! Ah, shite.
(THEME MUSIC) She's small, but she'll be fast.
I spent a year learning to how sail on a gaff-rigged boat like that.
- Now we're all gonna learn how to die on one.
- Can we handle it? I can sail that vessel, sir.
Alright, McTaggart, fast and quiet.
Don't move.
Charlie, you watch her.
Afternoon, gents.
Inclement weather we're having, eh? (GRUNTING) Hello? Anybody home? - I hope there's enough cargo to sustain us.
- (RATTLING) I hope Chaulk knows how to work this thing.
We're gonna need all our hands working all the time.
It's going to take more than that, mate! You are not the king's men.
- No, we left them sleeping on the beach.
- Hmm.
Their comrades are not gonna be very pleased about that.
Who are you? Who am I? I am the prince of the Crimson Sails, First Guard in the Order of Leça.
I am Poseidon's right arm, master of the sea.
Faithful lover to the one and only Madelena.
I am God's favourite son.
I am called Fortunato.
I'm the capitán of this vessel.
So who are you? We're taking this ship and going to Scotland.
So you can shut your trap, silly days, or you're taking a dip.
Why are we not moving? You said you could handle this.
I can't seem to get the sail on the aft-mast unfurled.
I've never seen rigging like it.
Because you're not Português! You need me to sail this ship.
I know every curve, every crevice on this beautiful ship.
I go nowhere without her, nor she without me.
You're gonna get this thing moving, Captain.
- (IN MAORI): Should I deal with them? - (EXCLAMATIONS) Jesus Murphy! It's fine, Te Rangi.
I think this man can see reason.
What do you want in return for passage to Scotland and your freedom from the HBC? Surprise me, Mr.
? Declan Harp.
Ah.
You'll get it when the job's done.
Mr.
Declan What?! - (SPEAKING PORTUGUESE) - Ah, Christ.
He's cracked.
We're fucked.
(SNIFFING) Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no - (IN MAORI): We should throw him overboard.
- (IN PORTUGUESE): True.
But that looks like a delicious bottle.
I fuckin' hate you.
Ah! The lady says yes! Yes, yes, she will take you where you want to go.
(LAUGHING) - And she would be ? - Madelena, of course.
My ship.
My lady.
Sadly her sails have faded some, and she wants some new sails.
So she's willing to see where this goes.
Come.
Let me show you her secrets.
No, sir, I haven't seen him in weeks.
Especially not since that theft occurred.
You had no idea at all the fort was being robbed? No, I mean, I just serve ale, sir.
Mm And any of Mr.
Smyth's friends happen through recently? Um, I don't really know who his friends would be.
Um I've seen him with a Frenchman named Rivard and a Native girl named Sokanon.
She wears fur in her hair and brandishes a bow.
I think she's one of those Lake Walker people.
- Really? - They are loyal to your Michael Smyth and the Black Wolf Company.
Are they not, Mary? Maybe, but as I told the major, I haven't seen them here in a while.
No.
- No.
- Hmm - Can I get you an ale, Major? - That'd be wonderful.
(VANSTONE): Major? Pardon me.
Here's the list of what we procured from the Lake Walkers.
Wonderful.
Looks like a decent haul.
Lock up the storage and give me the numbers.
See how short we still are.
- Yes, sir.
- The raiding party can rest for the night, and then head west at daylight.
- Here you are.
- Please.
Cheers.
I think you should lead them, Vanstone as their lieutenant, effective immediately.
- Excuse me, sir? - You've earned it.
- I'm honoured, sir.
- Well, carry on, Lieutenant.
Where were we? I was about to say there's more on offer here if you're interested, Major.
The only thing I'm interested in is bringing Michael Smyth to justice.
And you might want to help me.
Because if not, I can see to it that you have nothing left to offer anyone anymore.
This place and its distractions are everything that's a problem with Fort James, Miss - Imogen.
- Yes.
If you see Michael Smyth or any of his cohorts enter this establishment, you best break your legs to get word to me.
Good afternoon.
- Can't even give it away, eh? - (DISTANT LAUGHTER) (MAN): Are you there, lovey? - (WOMAN): I am.
- (LAUGHING) (MAN): Are you there? (WOMAN LAUGHING) I am.
- Oh! - (LAUGHTER) Get out.
Oh.
A third would make this a lovely tangle, wouldn't it? (WOMAN LAUGHING) Come on, Mary.
It's just a little game Maybe I'll let you win.
Oh!! Hey!! What did I say? Fine.
- Fine.
- Oi, Mr.
Carter.
Wouldn't want to tire yourself out before your new wife gets delivered, would you? It's gonna be a delicate negotiation, Malcolm.
That's a fact.
It might be best if you let me handle this one.
Ho-ho! Here we go.
You're already trying to cut me out, eh? It's possible that you even being there might set things down the wrong path.
You do have a complicated history with the Lake Walkers.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the fuck do you know? - I know some things, Mr.
Brown.
- You think I'm trouble? You're the one the HBC are on the hunt for, Michael, not me.
The Low River Company has had treaties with the Lake Walkers for years.
I remember.
I also remember risking me neck to bail you out after your brother attacked Kamenna's grandson.
I apologized to her for Cedric's drunken cock-up.
- I don't think it was enough.
- Aye.
Well, he's dead now and cold in the ground, so that's that, isn't it, eh? Our business has never been the same since he did what he did.
The Lake Walkers were crucial to our success.
And now it's down to me to repair that damage.
I need that chief woman to know that the Brown brothers are committed to dismembering the HBC.
Good.
So start working on that apology to Kamenna.
Because if she says no, we're all doomed.
Much obliged, Ms.
Chaulk.
Much obliged.
How's he lookin'? It's not too bad.
This looks very terrible.
Not good, mate.
We'll keep trying, Charlie.
Could be worse.
Could look like McTaggart.
- Or useless, like that big ball bag.
- (CHAULK CHUCKLING) Mister Charles gets a pass, but not you, huh? There's work to be done.
(BENTON): I apologize for the state of the biscuits.
How is your cabin? I will not sit here and pretend you're not the man I know, Lord Benton.
You need not pretend, either.
I suspect what you know of me has been shaped by factors other than our interactions.
If you mean to say that my opinion of you has been tainted by Declan Harp, then let me disabuse you of that notion.
I came to my own conclusions.
Oh, I thought it was Chesterfield who was holding influence over you.
Now you've got me quite intrigued.
I've seen with my own eyes that you're a man that kills with impunity.
I am a soldier of the Crown and the Hudson's Bay Company.
Any blood that has been shed is sanctioned by the charter.
Do you wish to spill my blood too? I would do no such thing.
Why would I deprive the world of such a bright star as yourself? Thank you for the tea, Lord Benton.
It's warmed the bones.
I would like to take the air on deck.
With your permission.
No need not ask permission, Grace.
You are free to roam at your leisure.
But you will dine with me again tonight, and tomorrow, and the next until I've managed to change your mind about me.
(WHISTLING) Check the earing on the mainsail, huh? We may need a repair up there.
Tighten the bowline, young Chaulk! How much further till land? Why aren't we moving faster? Ask the wind.
We are alone out here.
Save for the creatures that sleep in the deep.
Madelena is upset.
Yeah.
She says that you are putting us in danger.
You tell Madelena Benton is the one putting us in danger.
Who is this Benton you've been talking about? Is he a pirate? You are unsteady here.
(LAUGHING) I am unsteady on land.
Too much vice.
Madelena is my safe harbour and my compass.
Do you see that, Mr.
Harp? Those clouds on the horizon? That is the sign of Satanazes.
"The Hand of Satan.
" It is a great and powerful hand that reaches up from Hades, rising up through the water and into the air searching for a ship of souls to consume.
And should it clasp you in its hand, uh, it may pick you up full fathoms above the waves, send you crashing back into the ocean, or dragging you to the very bottom of the sea.
Yeah.
And we're about to sail right into the devil's palm.
Think about making peace with whatever God you submit to, Mr.
Harp.
You need not worry how long the journey's going to take, because it is never known that we will come out the other side.
We better, Fortunato.
- Or I'm gonna haunt you in hell.
- (LAUGHING) Perhaps we are already there, Mr.
Harp.
Loosen that bowline, Chaulk! - Yes, sir.
- (DECLAN SNIFFLING) Mr.
Pond, where have you been? Michael Smyth has left the city.
I said goodbye to him before he left.
Malcolm Brown has also left the city.
And you're suggesting there's a connection? And you're suggesting there's not? Michael gave us his word.
He's Irish.
So am I.
What's that got to do with it? I don't trust him.
We need to make sure they're not working together.
Why don't I go and find out? Hmm.
(MAN GROANING) Mr.
Brown.
Oh, my.
(CHUCKLING) I hope you don't mind my joining you.
Ah, what do you want? Or should I ask, what does Samuel Grant want? Drink? Now to what do I owe this pleasure? Michael Smyth has left town, and I'm wondering what his destination could be.
How could I possibly know that? Well, I fear he's traveling with your brother, Malcolm.
My brother is headed up north to drum up some new business.
I dannae if you've heard, but new business is quite hard to come by these days.
Due in no small part by the actions of your benefactor.
Ah.
So even if it's true, you don't know.
Don't know what? I can't help but wonder if your brother and Michael have made a deal behind your back.
(DOUGLAS CHUCKLING) Do you have any proof of this? Why not ask the woman in your house? She might know something that you don't.
Aye.
Says the woman who's a known spy for Samuel Grant.
It's hard when someone you trust takes advantage of you.
I know that feeling all too well myself, Mr.
Brown.
If I were you I'd want to know for certain.
Please drink this.
Thank you, Ms.
Chaulk, but I think I'll be alright.
Why is this special to you? Why? - Aye - Let me tell you why.
It's because it's the finest malt.
It has a hint of salt from the coastal Scottish air that seeped through into the cask.
The lingering taste of ancient, mossy oak.
It's like supping the milk from an angel's tit.
And you don't even appreciate it, do you, Captain Numpty?! (LAUGHING) A toast! Huh? (IN PORTUGUESE): To us, my love.
(LAUGHING) A special blend for a special lady.
I love you.
(IN MAORI): Best to let him have a drop, Captain.
See, Te Rangi, he probably does want to lick the delicious sweat from my forehead.
Oh, I'll cave your forehead in if you don't give me back some of that whiskey.
(LAUGHING) Don't be so sad, MacDonald, huh? Your bottle is going to good use.
(LAUGHING) Eh, this is mean He's upsetting me for no reason.
We don't even know where that balmy Spanish bastard is taking us.
He's mad.
We're all gonna end up in the bottom of the ocean.
(IN MAORI): Look at him.
Just give him a drink.
(SIGHING) Fine, Te Rangi, fine.
- (SPITTING) - Ah!! - (FORTUNATO LAUGHING) - You bastard! I'm gonna shag you! Hey!! That's enough! (IN MAORI): Give him some space.
Let's go.
How you think I'm doing, Harp? Tell it to me straight.
It's looking better.
Just drink your water, Charlie.
You'll be good.
(GROANING) Looking for this? It's a a contract between Michael Smyth and Carruthers & Co.
Signed by me, apparently.
I mean, I know I was drunk but I wisnae that drunk.
- You left us no choice.
- Hmm.
I knew if there was a deal between my brother and Michael that you'd have had it all written down, seeing how your solicitor must sign everything for ya.
- You weren't thinking clearly.
- No, you're not thinking clearly.
This puts us at war with Samuel Grant.
Do you have any idea what that man is capable of? How could you ask me that? I want him to rot in hell as much as you, but this will be the end of us.
You mark my words.
You have to put a stop to it.
Now.
Or what? What do you mean, or what?! You are nothing but a figurehead in this company, Mr.
Brown.
You yield no authority over my or Mr.
Pickersgill's approval.
You would do well to remember that.
How dare you speak to me in that manner? I'll speak to you in whatever manner I choose.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you, Mr.
Brown.
(GASPING, THEN SIGHING) Sokanon.
I'm tracking a man.
He's Irish, with an Iroquois wife.
Have you seen him? There was a man like that here.
O'Reilly.
I think he's arranging to bring a country wife to the fort to marry that fat man, Carter.
This woman, where is she coming from? Is she European or Native? I don't know.
Find out what you can and meet me back here tomorrow.
Please.
I need your help.
(BENTON): Tell me, how was your wedding? Was it a nice affair? Well-attended? Nice enough.
I must say, I am curious as to what you see in Captain Chesterfield.
Clearly, dear, you are the superior intellect.
Though I suppose that's not saying much, is it? (LAUGHING) Yes, you winkled your way into governess without much trouble at all, it seems.
He asked, I answered.
It was rather simple, yes.
I should've known there was something between you two.
Oh, you didn't intervene when Chesterfield had Captain Gray and his men arrest me.
Your loyalty was all to him.
A woman should never be compelled to speak against her husband.
Does the sanctity of marriage not hold some things dear? The sins of the husband against the Crown are also the sins of the wife.
Marriage has indeed changed you.
So, tell me, how was your parents' marriage? Fine.
Your father also fought for the Crown, and felled many men in his military career.
Yet you judge me and not him.
Well, had you been a kinder man when in charge of Fort James, I might've had a different opinion of things.
Your good opinion matters to me, Grace.
I endeavour to change your mind.
Continue along the waterway tomorrow, set up camp here.
I'll meet you there soon enough.
- What will you be doing, sir? - My job.
Very good, sir.
Come.
- (IRISH JIG) - (CHEERING) Are you okay? What's your name? I can get you out of here.
Mrs.
Carter! May I have the honour of this dance? These Native women will fetch you fair coin, O'Reilly.
When can I see these ladies? Probably take me a few days to get the perfect ones.
Most of the women I deal with found God, wouldn't be suitable.
But there are some women who come my way that have been unable to embrace the life of a Christian woman.
That's a lot more interesting.
(IMOGEN CHUCKLING) Good.
Can you do something else for me before you leave, Mr.
O'Reilly? Great party, huh, Mary? - Got a question for ya.
- What's that? Have you found God? - (MARY SCREAMING) - (BOTH GRUNTING) (MARY SCREAMING) Please accept these gifts with respect.
How many axe heads and rifles will it take to replace the life of my grandson, Malcolm Brown? There's no such number that can.
But I will do everything I can to gain your forgiveness for my family's part in your pain.
As you know, my brother Cedric was killed for his part in the capture of your grandson.
Thank you for meeting with us.
What news do you bring from your travels to Montreal? I have a deal with the Browns and Carruthers & Co.
I also have an agreement from Samuel Grant.
(FROM OUTSIDE): I wish for an audience with your leader.
I'm an officer of the Hudson Bay Company and Michael Smyth.
I've been looking for you.
On behalf of the King and Crown, you are under arrest.
- For what? - Theft, conspiracy, murder.
You'll be sent back to England to be hung for your crimes against the HBC.
I never murdered anyone.
You cannot enforce your European law here on my land.
He's been enforcing his law everywhere.
He and his thugs stole everything we had in our stores.
I have an agreement with the Crown that there only be peaceful talks.
And the Crown had a deal with you that you do not trade with criminals! Now, on your knees.
On! Your! Knees! - It's alright.
- Go on.
I see.
You'd like me on my knees, eh? Eh?! (ROARING) And stay down! End it! Leave! Go!! Oh, I'm leaving, but you're all coming with me in chains! And if not (GUNSHOT) (IN CREE): What have you done? I'm sorry to call on you so late.
I suppose I should say early.
Ah, no, no, it's it's fine.
Is anything the matter? I wanted I wanted to apologize.
I had no right to imply any of the things I said.
You were right.
There's no proof, and it's not my business to to insinuate that your brother would betray you.
Aye.
But he did.
Your signature.
You were aware of the arrangement? It's forged.
Quite terribly, I might add, by my brother Malcolm.
I suppose Cobbs Pond will have an interest in all of this.
You know how dangerous and unhinged the man is.
We were together since we were kids, Michael and I.
I knew him better than I knew myself.
Then we arrived here and I don't know.
He's he's gone.
Or maybe I'm gone.
All I know is that he betrayed me more than he betrayed Mr.
Pond.
And I can't forgive him for that.
Yeah If you tell Pond about this deal, you know what could happen to Michael.
All of us carry as much as we are capable of, Mr.
Brown.
And the rest falls by the wayside.
Thank you.
Huh.
For what? Being the only decent person I've met in this godforsaken New World.
Wait, wait.
Would you care for another drink? I don't think that I like my ward walking the streets at night.
How did you enjoy being Douglas Brown's whore? Watch your mouth.
Or do you not care to find out what I know? Ignore me.
I'm a jealous old man.
I don't want to fight with you.
You're too pretty.
Come.
Hmm Have a drink with me.
And tell me about your night.
It was illuminating.
How so? Douglas Brown knows nothing about a deal with Michael.
His brother went behind his back.
And Michael has gone behind ours.
He lied to us.
Ah, poor kitten.
We'll have to do something about that.
McTaggart.
Yeah.
Can you read? - Can I - (CHARLIE LAUGHING) Gimme that.
Can I read? I received it years ago, when my wife turned ill.
The seal's never been broken.
(CHARLIE): I've been afraid of what's in it.
I'm not afraid anymore.
"My darling Charlie I have no way to know if this letter will reach you, but I pray to God above that it land in your hands and find you well.
I can still feel the warmth of your touch that night they tore you from my arms from our babies and from my life.
I have taken sick and fear it won't be long now for me.
And I'm deeply sorry not to have held you in my arms one last time.
Your loving wife, Delilah.
" It's time to go home.
(GASPING FOR AIR) So many years of my life I wanted to know what it'd be like to be a free man.
Now I know.
It's to you I owe thanks for that, Declan.
Ever since that faithful day when our paths crossed, I've been able to choose the way I live my life.
For that, I'm eternally grateful.
But it's now that I'd like to choose how I end my life.
Let me have the last say here.
Please.
It's what I want.
Do it for me, brother.
Everybody deserves peace, Charlie.
I'll be seeing you, brother.
Now, don't take this the wrong way, but chances are we're headed to different places.
(CHUCKLE) Depending on who's working the scales up there.
Close your eyes.
(GROANING) (RATTLING) Shh - Shhh - (CHARLIE GASPING) Shhh shhh.
(GROANING, GASPING) - (SNIFFLING) - (CHARLIE EXHALING) (STEADYING BREATH) (TE RANGI CHANTING IN MAORI) (CHANTING CONTINUES) - Captain.
- Welcome back, sir.
Thank you.
It's good to be here at last.
This is Mrs.
Grace Chesterfield.
She's the governess at one of my forts in the New World.
And she'll be staying with us as our guest indefinitely.
Ah, I will show Mrs.
Chesterfield to her room.
Please.
(MAN): Who is it? Grace.
Da?