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Yvon, I'll meet you on the path.

Keep a close eye on him.

ELISHA COOKE: You've encountered Mr. Cross.

HAMISH GOAMES: I have.

ELISHA COOKE: Well?

What did he have to say for himself?

HAMISH GOAMES: Riddles.

He's not the same man I knew.

Well that's a fortunate outcome at least.

Not for my sister.

It's natural that a place like this should transform a man.

I find myself anew in the silver of the mirror every morning.

Now, I take it you spoke to Captain Wale in Quebec City.

This is Mr. Charles Duquet.

You may speak freely in front of him.

[horse whinnying]

[inaudible], good to meet you.

I did not come here for tea, and I

prefer molasses, not honey.

Captain Wale did confirm your ties to the company.

Well, you see, I am a man who speaks plainly.

We found Lafarge's boy.

ELISHA COOKE: Now that is a relief.

Well, it would be, if he were still alive.

We found him dead, by the river.

A shame.

His mother will be brought to her knees.

The boy's death is on your ledger.

ELISHA COOKE: No, Mr. Goames.

You're mistaken.

I have orders from Captain Wale

to form a partnership with you.

And though I find it disagreeable,

I am a company man, and an order is an order after all.

But I but a simple barrel-maker.

My position within these walls hinges on the good graces

of [inaudible].

You see my time in the fiddle afforded

me some much needed reflection.

I am keeping my beard low to the ground,

and as such, I would point you in the direction

of a Mr. Bill Selby.

He's out there, forming alliances.

Perhaps your Mr. Cross knows of his whereabouts.

Good day.

I handled the boy.

And left the body for only passing fool to find.

Better it look like an accident.

It was an accident, Charles.

I see it in your eyes.

It was sloppy work.

I should dissolve our partnership.

That would be an unfortunate decision.

It's my decision to make!

Before you make it, I would like

to know why you neglected to tell the Hudson's

Bay men about the pistols.

What pistols are you referring to?

If I were going to betray you, I already would have.

When I found that letter on your desk,

I gleamed a lot about your arrangement to supply guns

to the Hudson's Bay Company.

But I must confess, I am still curious on a couple of points.

It seems I misjudged you.

Where are the pistols?

I don't know.

They were to arm the Iroquois so that they could

use them against the French.

I know not what they were intended for.

I traded for them, took my profit.

That's the end of the story.

Good, good.