Previously on Barkskins...
Doesn't matter what happened before.
Here we can begin again.
What sort of a man are you?
I am your man.
Yes. Come.
In a few days,
you will meet the men you will marry.
Unlike back home, you have the upper hand.
Choose wisely.
I did what you asked.
Land cleared, Iroquois blamed,
the time to move on this territory is now.
No.
We must not appear anxious.
The Hudson Bay Company must see as allies,
and I will take care of that.
The time is now, Mr. Cooke.
Is Mr. Cross missing then?
It's been a month since his last report.
He was a punctual man.
I'm here to discover his fate.
Who might you serve, Mr. Goames?
The truth.
Mr. Goames. What's this?
Found them out by the settlements.
Near the creek.
There were no survivors.
I conducted a thorough search myself.
Not thorough enough it seems.
We did our best.
Do you know who she belongs to?
She has the mark of the devil.
It is a birthmark. Nothing more, now move away.
You shall hand them over to me,
so that I can see to their care and recovery.
We can manage without your assistance, Captain.
One guest per room.
You will move and apply what is owed.
No!
No, no...
Uh, as a priest, he can have a slot at the stable.
Perhaps it is best to keep out the curious.
I will not have my business suffer.
Hush, Francis!
I will draw the girl a bath.
And fetch Véronique's dresses from the chest.
I will not, Mathilde.
We have no use for them.
You will fetch them for me, now.
I will not.
Would you like me to visit your bed or not?
I will stay away a very long time.
Winter. Spring.
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Duquet.
No. No.
No, no.
Monsieur Trepagny.
Duquet is gone.
Did you stay on the path?
No.
What sort of a man are you?
I don't know what you mean.
Well, you vouched for Duquet.
You gave your word on his character.
I take him here to my doma,
show him the path to become a free and landed man,
and now he has fled the contract of his indenture,
leaving me to suspect what lurks in your heart.
Will you flee?
Or sink your axe into my skull the moment I turn my back?
No, sir.
I will have you know if you abandon our agreement
like our compatriot Duquet,
I will weigh twofold on your hide
the fair and proper punishment due your ilk.
I am a man of my word.
You had better be.
Now.
Now, tell me of the ram.
It is no coincidence that Duquet took his leave
after bringing that cursed ram here.
Duquet said nothing to me.
Now...
I fear I have loosed something into this world
I will soon regret.
Duquet?
Yeah.
A cunning creature who,
if he does not find his death,
will prosper as frog to pond, rat to rot,
the clever Duquet will find his place in Wobik.
Duquet is afraid of the woods.
He will get lost and die.
I'm sure of it.
He will overcome that fear because he is a rat.
And he will prosper with his teeth and claws
and never full belly.
I will search again.
Tomorrow.
No.
You must return to your duties.
Now, if I may avail myself
of your fire just for a moment.
Monsieur Trepagny is passed out in my cabin.
That is a good place for him.
Come in and eat.
We shall see to Trepagny after.
Shut the door.
Did Trepagny ask of your day?
He did.
I did not tell him of your trip to the manor house.
It will be our secret.
And tomorrow, I will show you another secret.
I have trees to clear for the Doma.
Please.
Thank you.
Mari.
How did the manor house get there?
It's a secret.
Who built it?
Men like you. Many men.
What happened to those men?
Hmm, they left.
Why doesn't Trepagny stay in the manor?
He is waiting for a sign,
and then we will live in it together.
As husband and wife?
Yes.
He must not know that you have seen it.
Perhaps now you could help me
with returning Monsieur Trepagny to his bed.
He has already been in it...
Twice.
I will not have him again.
Not when he has been into the brandy.
You can tell me what this is.
Trepagny writes these letters.
I won't intrude on another man's business.
- You can read? - Yes.
Good. Then you shall tell me what it says,
and I will not tell Trepagny of your trip to the manor house
and of what you saw.
Then you will help me return him to bed?
Yes. You have my word.
What does it say?
Nothing.
Look, even I can see the words.
They are to the filles du roi.
No, it is about land, Mari.
A business dealing.
And that he is a faithful and loyal servant of the church.
He has more land than he can hold.
It is for a fille du roi.
He wants to fill the doma with children.
It is about land, Mari, and nothing more.
Now, please, help me return him to bed.
Do not lie to me.
A fair offer.
May we agree on that?
We've told you our price.
You have told me your price and I have told you mine,
and now we find the middle ground.
Middle ground?
Is that where you stick it to us, Mr. Cooke?
Your land is swamp.
The trees are twisted, they're good for fence posts,
not so much for barrel stavings and
there are the Iroquois to consider.
My brother believes Levesque will offer twice your price.
A Frenchman who whispers of no conditions
that we hide his name on the deed.
Go with Levesque.
But you should know it is his wife who holds the purse strings,
and she holds them tighter than she holds his baubles.
And if his offer's really twofold my own,
then what are we doing here?
We only wish a fair price from you
if we are to keep our name on the deed.
'Tis a sad fact of industry that not every man can profit.
But in the interests of concluding this chat
I will offer you an additional 42.
And in return,
you'll vacate the land from the trail to the creek,
and cover my title in your good French name.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Move off.
You told me that this was done.
How is it that they found survivors then?
Sit.
I, I don't know.
You asked me to clear the land of them, that's what I did.
No, I expressed an interest in the parcel.
You proposed a fix,
the details of which I remain gladly ignorant.
I did what you wanted me to do.
And yet it was somehow buggered.
How is that?
I delegated it to Henri Marth.
- You delegated it to Henri Marth? - I will fix it.
I think it's a little late for that.
Priest and a little girl.
If they saw what happened, we're done for.
I'll not have it jeopardize everything I have worked for.
Well, it will not land on your doorstep, Mr. Cooke.
Well.
Perhaps I should put you back to simpler tasks.
Clean it.
I'm not your chambermaid.
We are partners, Mr. Cooke.
No, we are not partners. Not equally.
Now, clean it and do it thoroughly this time.
I will send Thom up.
Only if you'd have him watch you on your knees
like a woman.
Clean it.
Now.
Where are we going, Mother?
To visit Claudette,
So that you can see what awaits you
when you choose your husband.
Claudette came here just like you,
with nothing, and now, she has a husband,
land and a fortune of children.
Does she live near where the massacre happened?
Not far.
There is nothing to worry about.
We will be well watched.
And besides, Captain Bouchard has assured me
that the Iroquois have moved on.
It's no wonder they moved on.
Only a witch would live in this squalor.
Mother Sabrine would not bring us here
unless it was safe.
All witches possess a mark.
What is yours?
Ow.
Mother Sabrine, I apologize as I am not prepared
to accept visitors yet.
My child, there is no need to apologize.
What is this, Claudette?
Mother Sabrine has blessed us with a visit.
We are simply here to say good day
and to speak of women's business.
Women's business?
Yes. Those things that men prefer not to think about.
Of course.
Oh, my!
Here. What happened?
One must be careful when one bounds around
with such abandonment.
For God will smite you where you stand.
I am away to town.
I will return before sundown.
Two dozen more and you are good on your dime, Monsieur Sel.
Okay.
Ah, the light.
You see how it shines right through me?
No.
You are ignorant of the light.
Soon you will be learned of the bend of it.
What are we cutting the trees for?
To build. To raise up. You'll see.
Two dozen more.
Shall I take up the search for Duquet after I'm done?
No, no, no, no.
We will endure without the rat's presence.
Oh, oh! Please, I mean no harm.
Whoo.
What is that?
Huh.
Yes, it does resemble a fox.
I shall call you Renardette...
until you find your proper name.
Hmm?
Okay. Sit. Okay.
We shall burn it.
That is the fix.
It will be gone from this world.
My Véronique had such poor hair.
Coarse and unruly.
Like haystalks.
But you, my dear, have the most beautiful hair.
It's fine and shiny.
Which do you fancy? The blue?
Very well. We will start with the blue.
It will bring out the color of your eyes.
Stand guard over him.
Should I send for one of his own?
No.
If the Jesuits take him, then we won't get his full account
of what happened out there.
I've been sent to fetch you for Mother Sabrine.
What is wrong?
I'm fine, it's nothing.
Nothing about this place is fine.
But it can be made better.
Not my husband.
He cannot be made better.
I picked wrong.
You still have a chance.
Whomever you pick,
make sure he lives within the walls of Wobik.
I can assure you,
I will choose my husband with more wisdom
as to his land and station.
We're only here to spread our legs
and let man seed our wombs for New France.
Don't be stupid.
Shut your legs.
I can't do that.
Then take a knife to his wick.
You've done your share.
Already borne him three children.
Four.
I'm pregnant.
The last one nearly killed me. This one certainly will.
You mustn't let it.
Take the trade, Claudette. Live to raise your children.
Are you suggesting?
If you want to live, there is a way.
No. No, I-I can't.
I saw some cohosh over here.
My mother showed me how to use it.
I will show you, come.
Take them. Chew them.
Your child will be no more.
French?
Charles Duquet.
Where are you from?
I was born near St. Germain.
No. In New France.
Who do you serve? Who do you belong to?
Help me escape these savages.
They have tortured me.
I swear I will serve and earn my keep.
Mr. Duquet, is it?
We speak your language and we speak it quite well.
Sachem, I apologize on behalf of this fellow Frenchman.
Um, take these needles in amends for his insults.
You don't want him?
No. Let him be your burden now.
Is this what you wanted to show me?
No, it's not.
Come.
This is my secret, René.
Trepagny owns this?
He has a piece of paper that says he does from a King
who has never set foot in this world.
But it doesn't matter.
It is Trepagny's and therefore it will be Theo's.
It's beautiful.
Come.
Does it have a name?
Does it not exist if it doesn't have a name
in your language?
It's just a lake.
There are many more like it over that rise.
Come, I will show you something else you can't name.
Mari?
Mari.
The girl and the priest.
Where are they?
I don't like being snuck up on.
And I don't enjoy hearing news secondhand, Mathilde.
Ah.
Serves you right.
Where are they?
The priest, he is mad.
He is in the stables talking to horses.
The girl?
Bring her to me at the cooperage.
Mr. Goames is seeing to her recovery.
You will do well to steer clear of this, Gus.
Mm-hmm.
My letter?
Don't believe you've received one this week.
Look. Look! It will be there.
It is a letter from Monsieur Nicolas de Fer
regarding my application for a fille du roi.
There is no...
Ah, yes. From Québec City.
The Intendant's seal.
I am to have a wife.
I am to have a wife! I am to have a wife!
How is she?
The same.
Shaking like a leaf, poor thing.
Aye. I wish to discover her name.
Reunite her with her family.
She will have to be watched over.
Well, she seems comfortable with you.
Of course I will watch over her.
That is not what I meant.
Say it, Mathilde.
Gus Lafarge came 'round to see her.
Well, does he know her?
No. And she was not with the families out there,
of that I am sure.
She is a mystery, then.
I would feel better,
with a man with your skills at hand.
Gus Lafarge will come back.
Pray he does not bring Mr. Cooke's thugs with him.
I will be down the hallway if you need my assistance.
You are safe. Not to worry.
I do not carry a Bible, priest,
But I do have some Milton.
Would it please you to hear it?
Good.
"O miserable of happy!
Is this the end of this new glorious world,
and me so late...
the glory of that glory, who now become accursed, of blessed?
Hide me from the face of God,
whom to behold was then my height of happiness!
Yet well, if here would end the misery;
I deserved it, and would bear...
my own deservings, but this will not serve".
No more poems.
Well, they do seem to calm him a bit.
What happened out there, Father?
Tell me. What did you see?
What are you doing?
Shall I put it out of its misery?
Yes.
No need.
Have Mother Sabrine show you how to skin it.
Go on.
I was sent to fetch you and Claudette.
Where is she?
She's gone for a walk.
A walk?
While there are Iroquois about?
I would prefer the woods to her burden in there.
What do you think of her lot?
It's not for me to judge.
Her lot is shit. I won't end up like this.
Back in France, we have no charge over the husband we lay with.
But here we do.
Mother Sabrine wants us to depart before nightfall, so...
Go on. I will be there.
Please no. No, no, have m...
Have mercy! Have mercy!
Captain.
I would like to report an escaped man.
Charles Duquet has vacated his indenture.
- You still have the other man? - Yes.
And, uh... better yet, a woman.
Ah.
I have been granted a fille du roi.
I will have my pick of them.
Aye, well, you have lost a man but gained a wife.
Yes.
And if I come upon Duquet?
The fiddle would be a good end for him.
I'd like to throw this Hudson Bay man
and his savage in the fiddle.
A new one?
Aye. Randall Cross, he has gone missing.
Yeah.
Hey.
He was at your Doma, no?
Yes. Yes, I remember.
A very talkative, curious sort.
A mind full of promise but it was tied to the company.
This man they sent after him, Mr. Goames.
He is the implacable sort.
Rigid in his thoughts and actions.
A thickly barked bastard.
Well, if he finds his way to me,
I will tell him of my interaction with his colleague,
Monsieur Cross, but I will also share with him
what I think of the bloodsucking Hudson Bay Company.
Oh, he will find you. That is to be sure.
He's finding all sorts of things.
Priests, mute orphan girls.
Well, if he should pay me a visit,
I will show him trees.
Set him on the path.
Strip the company bark from him.
Marth. Hey. Henri Marth.
Where is Henri Marth?
Hey, fiddle player! Huh?
Where is Henri Marth? Yeah?
Hey. Get up! Come on, man.
We got a job to do.
What job is that?
The job I paid you to do. You didn't finish it.
We finished every last one of them.
Even the Iroquois, after they did the work you wanted them to do.
The woman, I squeezed her in my own arms.
Look, she gave me this.
Oh. Well, they found a little girl
and a priest out there alive.
That's impossible. I killed everything. You were there.
A little girl and a priest, I've seen them myself.
Who found them? Bouchard?
No. Agent from the Hudson Bay Company.
You need to fix this for Mr. Cooke.
No.
No, I'm done with both you and that English bastard Cooke.
Kick my tent again, I'll garland a tree with your guts.
C'est bon.
Hey. Come. Play. Play, man. Play.
Play! Play!
Are you all right, Father?
I'm fine. The bell...
It is not cracked.
I will lend you a hand.
Is that the Cathar cross?
Yes. Yes. Yeah.
It has been in my family a long time.
It is an abomination.
It is a piece of silver handed down,
and now it is in my care.
Now, do you want my help or not?
We can manage.
Oh, gobble...
It is not an abomination if you cannot see it.
And, uh, I will help.
A bell is a bell, and I would like to hear the Lord's tone
sound over this wilderness
and know I had a hand in its voice.
And after we may debate our beliefs,
but I must warn you, Father,
I am a man brimming with contradictions,
and my mind moves like the blood of Christ.
Now, let us raise a bell.
Very well.
Three, two, one.
Thom, Thom.
Ah. There's a, there's a little girl upstairs.
She's in danger. She needs our help.
What's her name?
That is no concern of yours.
How will I get her to come?
You will tell her that you will...
you-you-you will take her to her mother.
- I am? - No, no.
You will bring her to me and I will bring her to her mother.
Well, why do they have her?
Oh, they wish to do very bad things to her.
Terrible.
We don't want that to happen, do we?
No.
Um, good boy. Do you have your knife?
- Yeah. - Good.
Ah. If anyone tries to stop you, you stick them.
Yes, sir.
You're gonna scamper upstairs
and you're gonna cover the chimney.
And you'll go in the window and you'll get her.
And I will meet you, uh, back on the path by the back gate.
Yes, yes. Here. Quiet. Go quiet, boy.
Quick.
Francis?
Who did this?
Hmm? Thom! What are you after?
Ah! Ah, ah.
Yvon!
You stay, priest.
They've got the girl.
The priest?
They came for him. I put him down.
It was Gus and his boy Thom.
He came through the window.
Is it bad?
You will be fine, madam.
It is Francis. He's dead.
Go, find the girl. Go find her.
Where is he?
He was done for, I'm sure of it.
We'll track him.
Watch over the priest. I'll find Lafarge.
Take this, I'll be quicker without it.
Mm.
? Turn around, master cuckoo, get out of our company ?
? Each of us gives you a 'bye-bye. ?
? For you this day will die ?
? For you are nothing but a little traitor ?
What is this?
Go away, Monsieur. We are fine.
I will not go away.
What are you doing with this girl and a knife?
I said move away, Monsieur.
Go home.
I am to have a wife.
? Awake, you sleepy hearts ?
? The birds sing in the trees ?
? The god of love is calling ?
? To spirits of the breeze ?
? And the flowers of the sun on our turn to the light ?
? For they know that day will come ?
? When the sun will shine all night ?
? So awake you sleepy hearts ?
? To the cockles, I return ?
? And walk these merry paths ?
? For the forest is in bloom ?
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