Black Sails (2014–2017): Season 3, Episode 8 - XXVI. - full transcript
Rogers is attacked during a prisoner transport; Vane and Bonny race to save Rackham; the Walrus and her crew come under siege.
My word and your word will
govern in concert or not at all.
And when I'm not present,
that word shall be
given by my daughter.
They say you are
inseparable.
They say he relies upon you
more than any other.
I come on
a mission of mercy.
I come on behalf
of Captain Flint.
[ grunts ]
ROGERS: But if you insist
on making me your villain,
I'll play the part.
From this moment on,
any man participating in
the act of high seas piracy
will be presumed
to be one of your men.
I will catch him
and I will hang him.
Were I you, I might
encourage Governor Rogers
not just to send the gold,
but the man responsible for
stealing it in the first place.
Jack and the cache are to be
moved aboard a secret caravan.
If we can intercept
that caravan,
we can secure both the
money to start our war
and the partner
to help us fight it.
[ clavichord note plays ]
[ clavichord note plays ]
[ clavichord note plays ]
[ clavichord note plays ]
[ clavichord note plays ]
Please, don't touch that.
VANE:
All these things--
porcelain, books...
all so goddamn fragile.
The energy it must take
to maintain it all.
And for what?
I can understand a woman's
desire for domesticity,
but a man's?
That I can't understand.
I can't understand
how you cannot understand.
You have no instinct
towards earning for yourself
a life more comfortable?
I don't.
And had I that instinct,
I would resist it with every
inch of will I could muster.
For that is
the single most
dangerous weapon
they possess,
the one they tempt.
"Give us your submission,
and we will give you
the comfort you need."
No, I can think of no measure
of comfort worth that price.
[ door opens ]
ANNE:
This is taking too long.
No sign
of Featherstone's man.
No word on what route
they'll take Jack
across the island.
Word was Jack would be
underway by noon.
If we wait here any longer,
either we're
gonna miss him
or someone's gonna
find us hiding out here.
No one will find us because
no one's looking for us.
The war has left the island.
They all saw it happen.
There are at least
half a dozen routes
that Rogers could choose
to send Jack and the cache
to meet the transport ship
on the south coast.
We can't afford
to guess wrong.
Can't afford to guess?
We can't afford
not to guess.
We miss that caravan,
you lose, what?
Money? Your war?
What I got to lose ain't something
so easy to recover from.
There is no "your loss,"
"his loss," "my loss."
This is not
an either/or proposition.
We're all in this
for our own reasons.
You want your partner back.
He wants victory.
I want to set
my home aright.
But we must hold the line
and stand together.
We must.
There's simply
no alternative.
There's a rider approaching.
Is it Featherstone's man?
It is. Here he comes.
[ men shouting ]
[ drums beating ]
That's for you.
Consider that your share.
For the company.
I suspect
I'll be leaving shortly.
Don't despair. Some other poor
bastard'll take my place soon enough.
I wish I could assure you
that he would be as generous
as I with his scraps.
Either way,
you mustn't settle
for whatever refuse finds
its way into this cell.
There's a whole world
out there
that every so often
rewards ambition.
Mark my words.
Today the crumbs,
tomorrow the loaf.
Perhaps someday
the whole damn boulangerie.
You're welcome.
[ lock rattling ]
[ squeaks ]
[ door opens ]
[ seagull squawking ]
[ horses whickering ]
[ chattering ]
♪
MAN: Be careful
of the ammunition cases.
Anne exchanged the cache
for my release.
Yes.
This does not seem
like a release.
Spain has demanded I deliver
you along with the cache.
I am told that once you and
the cache arrive at Havana,
my debt to Spain
will be repaid.
I did not appreciate having terms
altered after the fact in this way,
but in this moment I am simply
in no position to refuse them.
I see.
Perhaps you were right,
that in a place like this
there is no progress
without awful sacrifice.
Make ready to depart.
MAN: Yes, sir!
[ horse whinnies ]
If it's any consolation,
no harm was done
to your partner.
She left
the transaction unscathed.
Ready, my lord.
Let's go.
So she's alive? Anne?
MAN:
Prepare to mount up!
She is. You have my word.
Hup! Hup! Hup!
[ whinnies ]
[ wind whistling ]
MADI: So we are able
to see the island,
but the island
cannot see us.
How is this possible?
Well, Mr. De Groot says
that from this position,
when viewed from the beach,
our hull sits
beneath the horizon
while our masts
are above it.
Now,
with the sails furled,
the masts are
too thin to be seen.
Thus, our lookout
has a view of the beach,
but the beach
has no view of him or us.
It's a neat trick,
I must say.
How does one
determine this position,
one in which we exist and
don't exist at the same time?
One waits for Mr. De Groot
to finish speaking,
frowns thoughtfully,
and then repeats phonetically
what he said to the men.
[ chuckles ]
A few months ago,
all they let me do
on this ship was cook.
I'm learning
as fast as I can.
Clearly.
Yes, something less
than confidence-inspiring
for the men, I would think,
were I to admit the depths of
my ignorance on the subject.
What the men think of you--
your men and my men--
would seem to be
evolving as we speak.
Ah, yes.
The story about
what happened last night
has been retold
as many times
as there are
men on this ship.
You expressed
your concern to me
that to truly partner
with your captain,
you would need to join
him down a dark path.
And that you fear it--
it might lead you
to a place
you would not be able
to return from.
You're concerned about me.
The alliance between
your crew
and my people is critical.
Without it,
we are all nowhere.
If your mind is not clear
and the alliance
cannot hold,
all will be lost.
So, yes, I am concerned.
Hmm. Yes.
Last night
was not an experience
I hope to repeat
anytime soon.
But my mind is clear.
[ knock on door ]
Mr. Silver,
I need to speak with you.
Alone, please.
[ crew chattering ]
What the fuck happened?
In that... camp,
they killed Parker.
They killed Louis.
They killed Graves
and they killed Simon.
They chose them from among us
to be tortured and killed.
And that one was the one
doing the choosing.
[ moaning and gasping ]
[ gasping ]
[ gasping continues ]
[ gasping ]
[ panting ]
What is it
you're hiding from?
Excuse me?
I only meant
I know you must be very busy,
what with your
responsibilities.
But to still be here
so late in the morning,
I assume there's something
you're avoiding.
For what it's worth,
I believe the madam chose
me for you because I am new.
I have no notions
about what you once were.
No motive to gossip.
Georgia.
Yes?
I know the games.
I have played them all.
If you ever wish
to be in my bed again,
that is the last one
you will ever play with me.
[ knock on door ]
Yes?
WOMAN:
Miss Guthrie's downstairs.
She's asking for you.
[ chatter and laughter ]
[ parrot squawks ]
[ parrot squawks ]
Yes?
What happened?
The cache
is in our possession.
It's on its way as we speak
to the transport
and then to Havana.
With Jack.
Yes.
The governor
is seeing to it personally
that the transport
sets sail with its cargo.
Within a matter of hours,
the Spanish issue
will be closed
and we will be free
to move forward.
And Anne?
The men said she was angered.
When she realized
that Jack wasn't there,
she let the cache go.
Anne was unharmed.
Unharmed?
Yes.
I advised the governor to
send eight men to the exchange
to deter any attempt
on her part to fight--
When did she realize?
I'm sorry?
That Jack was not there.
When did Anne realize
that she had been lied to?
Was it before or after
they secured the cache?
Before, I think. Why?
When you told me
this was to be,
I was upset by the thought
of having lied to Anne.
I was devastated by
the certainty
it would unavoidably
lead to her death.
For the moment she realized
that Jack was not there,
that she had been crossed
and that she would likely
never see him again,
she would attempt
to kill anyone
she deemed responsible.
Eight?
You could have sent
a thousand men.
It would not have
deterred her.
And now you are saying to me
that she knew
she had been crossed
and chose to walk away
to save herself?
[ horse whinnies ]
Do you speak Spanish?
Beg pardon?
¿Habla español?
A little.
You?
Hardly at all.
If I'm in Havana
in a day or two,
I assume I'll be
hearing a lot of it--
shouted by bitter
old women in a crowd,
growled by angry officials.
It seems a rotten thing
to wish upon anyone,
an unflattering eulogy
in an unfamiliar town.
It'll be quick,
to whatever extent
it sets your mind at ease.
The gold is theirs.
The gems are theirs.
They don't need anything
from you anymore,
and as such
they're likely to want
to put the entire affair
behind them and move on.
I'm sorry. "If"?
Beg pardon?
You said,
"If I'm in Havana."
In your mind this outcome
is still in doubt.
Well, the odds are
certainly in its favor,
but it is by no means
a certainty.
How so exactly?
You said Anne is alive,
did you not?
I would argue
as long as that is true,
there's a chance,
however remote,
that she will
frustrate your efforts
to send me off to my death.
Out of curiosity,
how would she
go about doing that?
Well, I have no idea.
Everything and anything
in her power, I imagine,
up to and including
walking out
in the middle
of the road ahead of us
to be run over
by your horses
in the hope of slowing you
down for even a moment.
It is fascinating to me
how stubbornly
you people expect
the unlikeliest of outcomes
because you prefer them.
You expect the world to
become what you want it to be
despite all available evidence
and experience to the contrary.
This was not the way I'd hoped
this affair would play out.
But I can assure you
it is most certainly
not going to play out
the way you hope
it will either,
because even to stand
in the road ahead of us,
she would have to know
which road to stand in.
You held the route secret.
I held a number
of potential routes secret
before settling
upon this one
so that even if the secrets
were compromised,
anyone intending to hit us
would be more than likely
in possession
of the wrong route.
CHAMBERLAIN: Let me be
sure I have this right.
So the plan to recover
the stolen cache of gems--
your plan to recover
the stolen cache of gems
has worked in exactly the
manner you suggested it would.
Only now you believe
this is a bad thing--
evidence of a plan
to rescue Mr. Rackham
and once again
recover the cache of gems.
That is what
you're suggesting, yes?
I can understand why this
may be hard to believe,
but I know Anne Bonny
well enough
to know that it is a certainty
something here is amiss.
That her behavior
should coincide
with the presence of Captain
Flint on the island
only hours before
most certainly points
to a plot being underway.
I beg your pardon.
So now Captain Flint is
somehow involved in this plot
despite the fact that his ship
left the island hours ago?
And I am to redeploy men into the
interior away from Nassau Town,
leaving their positions
undefended?
I'm sorry,
are you suggesting
there's some
ulterior motive here?
I'm suggesting that simply
because the governor
decided to put his...
trust in you,
I have no intention
of doing the same.
The situation
is well in hand.
Thank you for your concern.
Well in hand?
I'm telling you
the situation is potentially
about to get entirely
out of hand.
You're not
fucking hearing me.
Even if somebody wanted to move
against the governor's caravan,
they wouldn't know where to
find the governor's caravan.
The route was altered
multiple times.
False schedules
were distributed.
Nobody knows exactly
when they were set to leave.
Nobody knows what route
they finally decided upon.
Nobody knows who--
MAX: I know.
I know the route.
A boy in my employ
saw scouts
on the west trail road
late last night.
That is it, is it not?
I am assuming
you did not send men
to scout the decoy routes?
Did you tell anyone
what your boy has told you?
No.
And would your boy
sell his information
without your knowledge?
No.
Good.
Then we have nothing
to fucking worry about.
Ladies.
[ crowd chattering ]
Fuck your pride.
If I can swallow mine
to be standing here,
you'll do the same
to listen.
Because if you and I
can't figure out
a way to work together
in this moment,
everything may be lost.
How many people
know about this?
No one outside that room.
In less than an hour,
I need to move
this ship to the coast
to retrieve our captain
and a fortune in gems
upon which the lives of well
over a thousand people depend.
Now that is all
going up in smoke
because Mr. Dobbs
cannot control his anger.
It don't have to.
No.
If we let him
leave that room,
he's going to tell
his men what happened
and we're going to have
a war on our hands.
I understand that,
but the answer
is not going to be
finishing
what Dobbs started
and murdering that man.
[ sighs ]
All right.
Then we put
a knife in his hands
and we let him
even the score.
For reasons
passing understanding,
Mr. Dobbs still has a number
of friends on this crew.
How do we explain
his disappearance to them?
This story is getting out,
and when it does, all hell
is going to break loose.
Then what do we do?
This is the man
responsible.
He's the only man
responsible.
I suggest you and I address
the combined crew together.
This man will be held
to account and punished
swiftly and severely.
[ whimpers ]
May I have a knife, please?
[ knife slides
from scabbard ]
[ rope slicing ]
Wait a minute.
Hold on.
Until I know
what he's going to say,
I can't let anyone
walk out of here.
He isn't going to
say anything.
He has to say something.
He's going to say that he
spoke impertinently to me,
Kofi took offense,
and it will not be
spoken of again.
Just like that.
Yes. Now let him go.
♪
If he says a word--
When I speak,
my men listen,
and they do as I say.
[ chattering ]
A secret caravan to move
Rackham to a secret transport,
and no one knows
about this but you.
Me, the governor,
his cabinet,
eight dragoons, their
quartermaster, the carriage driver--
plenty of people know
about it, just not you.
And you believe
there's a plot underway
to attack
this secret caravan--
a plot that somehow
involves Captain Flint,
whom everyone saw sail
into open water hours ago.
Jesus! Chamberlain
can ignore this.
He doesn't know me, he doesn't
know Bonny, he doesn't know Flint.
Now, if it turns out that I'm right
about this, he'll look like a fool,
but at least his ignorance of the
players involved will be some defense.
If you choose to ignore me,
it will be far harder
for you to find an excuse.
I watched it depart,
the Walrus.
Had a man with a glass
watching her set sail,
watching her clear
the horizon and disappear...
Do you know what?
I don't have time for this.
...except for
the glints of light.
What?
I had my man
keep his glass
to the spot
on the horizon
where the Walrus
disappeared.
And roughly
every 15 minutes,
he reported
seeing glints of light
from her last position.
What the fuck
does that mean?
Oh, it could mean nothing.
Random artifact
of sunlight off the water.
Or it could be the reflection of a
spyglass upon one of her masts--
the ship beneath bare poles,
waiting silently, invisibly,
for a signal to return.
I beat him,
and then I watched him
return from the dead
to negate my victory,
to watch his partner
murder mine
and aggravate the affront.
You and I have our history,
but Flint and I
have unfinished business
of a far more serious sort.
[ horse neighs ]
My father was a tailor
in Leeds.
As was his father
and his father's father.
Time was if a man
on the Avondale Road
asked where he might find the
finest clothes in northern England,
he was pointed toward the
shop of a man named Rackham.
Then the men who sell wool
decide they'd prefer
not to compete
with the men
who imported fine cotton.
And as the men who sell wool
have the ears
of the men who make laws,
an embargo is enacted
to increase profits
and calico disappears.
And my father's business
that he inherited
from his father
and his father's father
begins to wither and die.
And my father suffers the compound
shame of financial failure
seen through the eyes
of his son
and descended
into drink.
I'd sit beside him as a boy
at the Sunday service
as he shouted at the pastor,
at the altar--
at anyone who'd listen,
really--
at the injustice of it all.
And I'd put my arm over his
shoulder as the insults began,
help carry him out
of the church.
God, the insults.
At his funeral, our
neighbors were kind enough
to whisper them rather
than call them out loud.
So, I set to work,
determined to rebuild
what had been taken away.
I was 13 years old.
but I was determined...
...until a man
arrived at my door
claiming to hold debts
belonging to my father.
Debts accumulated
as my father drank.
Debts he claimed
that now belonged to me.
Debts I could not possibly
have hoped to repay.
Debts over which this man would
have seen me imprisoned--
imprisoned in a place where the
debts would have been discharged
only through hard labor.
Hard labor with no wages,
working at--
wait for it--
the production of textiles.
"You people, incapable of
accepting the world as it is,"
says the man to whom
the world handed everything.
If no Anne, if no rescue,
if this is defeat for me,
then know this.
You and I were neck and neck in
this race right till the end.
But, Jesus, did I make up
a lot of ground to catch you.
You think the world's
been that kind to me?
That I'm that much
softer than you?
That much more fortunate?
Wealthy family, inherited
Daddy's shipping business,
married rich...
I read your book.
But there are things
you leave out of the book.
Things you leave out because if
it got around polite society
what you're capable of
when pushed,
they might stop inviting you
to their dinner parties.
All you know about me
is what I want you to know.
MAN:
Riders!
Riders approaching!
[ horse whinnies ]
MAN ♪2:
Defend the governor!
Captain,
fall back and engage!
Defend the left flank!
Fall back!
[ men shouting ]
[ grunting ]
[ gunfire ]
[ shouting continues ]
MAN:
They're gaining, sir!
[ shouts ]
[ gunfire ]
MAN:
Defend the governor!
Faster!
Don't spare the horses!
Pistol!
Hold your fire.
Wait till they're close.
Sir!
[ hammer clicks ]
MAN: Pick your targets!
[ gunfire ]
Ah!
[ whinnies ]
[ men shouting ]
Aah!
[ gunfire continues ]
MAN:
Yah! Yah!
[ grunting ]
[ yelps ]
[ hammer clicks ]
[ groans ]
Aah!
[ moans ]
[ gasping ]
Ow.
[ grunting ]
We need to move, now.
Go!
Go?
Take the chest
to the beach.
We'll be right behind you.
Right behind us?
Yeah.
[ metal clattering ]
I thought you said
you and Nassau were through.
[ grunts ]
Got worried you two'd
be lost without me.
Glad to see
I was wrong about that.
[ grunting ]
And Teach? How has he taken
your change of heart?
Couldn't say.
If you see him,
I suppose you could ask him.
MAN:
Yah!
[ chains rattle ]
[ groans ]
[ horse whinnies ]
Look.
Can you ride with him?
Yeah.
[ gasps ]
Go. Go!
[ Vane groans ]
Oh, God.
[ grunts ]
Go!
Go!
Go! Go!
Come on! Yah!
[ gunshot ]
[ panting ]
[ grunting ]
[ yells ]
[ grunting ]
[ men shouting ]
[ grunts ]
Put him down!
MAN: Search for tracks! Search the area!
Hold him!
MAN ♪2: See which way
they went!
[ men shouting
indistinctly ]
[ Vane grunts ]
[ Silver approaching ]
Thank you.
I've known him
since we were children...
suffered illness
and loss by his side.
Watched him give his loyalty,
his sacrifice and his love
to my mother, to me.
So you can just imagine
what that was like,
asking him to accept
what was done to him
at the hands of men
who look so very much
like those he watched murder
his parents when he was a boy.
You can imagine
how tempted I was
to take that knife
and put it in his hand
and let him use it
to his liking.
You can imagine
the restraint it took
for me not to let
my people loose.
But where does
that leave us?
So I will fight
this thing rising up in me
eager to see
more blood spilled today,
and I will serve them
by minding their future
and doing the hard thing
that will lead to the outcome
desired by all of us.
This will
not happen again.
It is over, then.
We move forward.
You have my word.
[ no audible dialogue ]
[ no audible dialogue ]
Not a fucking word
about it, understand?
[ moaning faintly ]
MAN: Sails! Due west!
Headed this way!
I thought you said that no
one could see us from here.
They can't.
[ men chattering ]
Get us underway.
Back to the coast
to retrieve the shore party.
But there's been no signal
yet from the shore party.
That ship will be upon us
in two hours, maybe less.
Get us underway.
Make ready the launches!
Lower the courses.
[ men shouting ]
MAN:
Lower the courses!
♪
I see you.
Set a course
to intercept her.
Bring us port!
MAN:
Bring us to port!
[ man coughing ]
[ men coughing ]
Six more of them
have fallen ill.
There's now a total
of 14 reported cases.
Are any of them mortal?
Not yet, but our forces
are dwindling,
and it will get worse
before it gets better.
Meanwhile,
Flint is out there somewhere
committed to waging
war against us.
And soon news
will return to Nassau
as to whether Rackham
and his money
are on their way
to Havana.
And if they aren't,
if you and I are right,
if something happened and Hornigold's
cavalry weren't in time to stop it,
then in addition to everything
else, we will be at war with Spain.
If you and I were right
and something went wrong
with the governor's caravan,
I fear there is something even more
unsettling we are about to face.
What is that?
You and I will be
immune to this disease,
for it will only attack those
unfamiliar to this place.
You and I know Flint
and can fight him.
You and I,
though outmatched,
at least know what Spain is
and can make best efforts
to confront whatever
they may send our way.
But there is
nothing more dangerous
than the unfamiliar enemy.
If the governor's caravan
was attacked,
it means someone knew
where to find it.
It means our secrets
are no longer ours.
It means there is
a spy among us.
[ horse whinnies ]
[ man shouting ]
[ crowd chattering ]
Someone help him.
Fetch Dr. Marcus.
MAN: Please see to it!
Where's Vane?
The militia arrived
before he could get away.
We had no choice
but to run.
Fuck.
Take him and the cache back to
the ship and get out of here.
BILLY: What?
You can't stay behind.
I'll go find Vane.
Once he's free, we'll find
our own way back to the camp.
Captain--
Charles Vane
swinging over Nassau
is a statement we cannot
afford to be made.
You cannot stay.
We're about to get
the war you wanted
and perhaps a credible path towards
something resembling victory,
but the war is going to
follow that chest
and you're the only one of us
who can marshal it.
RACKHAM:
He's right.
He's right.
If Charles knew
we were even contemplating
jeopardizing the grander
effort to save him,
he'd kill us all.
Give me two men.
I'll go back
and address the situation.
How?
By stirring resentment,
finding sympathetic ears,
reminding them that Charles Vane
was once the best of them--
still is the best of them.
My parents were agitators.
If we are to win this war,
that may be exactly
what we need.
By the time I'm through,
the governor won't
be able to hang Vane
out of fear
of losing the street.
[ men shouting ]
[ chattering ]
[ sighs ]
Charles is here.
It's a very small consolation
given what we lost today.
But you had the foresight
to put Captain Hornigold
in pursuit of Flint's ship.
It's the only reason
we have any prayer at all
of recovering the cache
and avoiding disaster.
If Hornigold is unable
to capture Flint's ship,
Flint is able to dictate
the next chapter
of this story.
The choices we will
likely then face
will be of
the most awful kind--
the ones that promise only bad
outcomes in every direction.
Eleanor, look at me.
The challenges I see ahead
for both you and I
are of the gravest sort.
I need to know
that I can rely upon you
to help me
navigate through it.
Of course you can.
You understand...
my concern about
calling you a partner,
from the moment I first walked
into your cell in London,
was whether you'd be able to
resist Nassau's temptation,
the gravity
of your personal history
urging you to resume
petty rivalries
and repeat the costliest
of your mistakes,
preventing you from ever
truly moving into the future
I wanted to build here
rather than gravitating
back into your past.
And now...
in the moment
I need you the most,
need the best of you
the most,
I fear the temptation
you are feeling
is about to be
at its strongest.
You're wrong.
No, I'm not wro--
[ coughs ]
[ coughs, inhales ]
I am not wrong.
That man sitting
in a cell in my fort
is the embodiment
of that temptation for you.
It is self-evident.
Now, I am asking
whether you're able
to see past the petty
and the personal
to remain focused
on what is right now
of vital importance
to both of our futures--
to our very survival.
If you have
any regard for me,
any respect at all,
then I'm asking you
to tell me the truth
about what you're capable
of right now.
The moment you walked
into my cell in London,
do you want to know
what I first thought?
I wasn't thinking about
the charges against me.
I wasn't thinking about
a reprieve from the noose.
I wasn't thinking about piracy,
nor pardons, nor Nassau.
In that moment, I was consumed by
one thought and one thought only...
...the idea that
this may be my opportunity
to gain some measure
of revenge
against my father's murderer,
that I might play a role in
the execution of Charles Vane.
I know you now.
I trust you now.
I'm devoted to you now.
I love you now.
So I will tell you
the absolute truth
about how I'm going to react
when faced with the thing
sitting in that cell
in your fort.
I honestly don't know.
[ door slams ]
♪
govern in concert or not at all.
And when I'm not present,
that word shall be
given by my daughter.
They say you are
inseparable.
They say he relies upon you
more than any other.
I come on
a mission of mercy.
I come on behalf
of Captain Flint.
[ grunts ]
ROGERS: But if you insist
on making me your villain,
I'll play the part.
From this moment on,
any man participating in
the act of high seas piracy
will be presumed
to be one of your men.
I will catch him
and I will hang him.
Were I you, I might
encourage Governor Rogers
not just to send the gold,
but the man responsible for
stealing it in the first place.
Jack and the cache are to be
moved aboard a secret caravan.
If we can intercept
that caravan,
we can secure both the
money to start our war
and the partner
to help us fight it.
[ clavichord note plays ]
[ clavichord note plays ]
[ clavichord note plays ]
[ clavichord note plays ]
[ clavichord note plays ]
Please, don't touch that.
VANE:
All these things--
porcelain, books...
all so goddamn fragile.
The energy it must take
to maintain it all.
And for what?
I can understand a woman's
desire for domesticity,
but a man's?
That I can't understand.
I can't understand
how you cannot understand.
You have no instinct
towards earning for yourself
a life more comfortable?
I don't.
And had I that instinct,
I would resist it with every
inch of will I could muster.
For that is
the single most
dangerous weapon
they possess,
the one they tempt.
"Give us your submission,
and we will give you
the comfort you need."
No, I can think of no measure
of comfort worth that price.
[ door opens ]
ANNE:
This is taking too long.
No sign
of Featherstone's man.
No word on what route
they'll take Jack
across the island.
Word was Jack would be
underway by noon.
If we wait here any longer,
either we're
gonna miss him
or someone's gonna
find us hiding out here.
No one will find us because
no one's looking for us.
The war has left the island.
They all saw it happen.
There are at least
half a dozen routes
that Rogers could choose
to send Jack and the cache
to meet the transport ship
on the south coast.
We can't afford
to guess wrong.
Can't afford to guess?
We can't afford
not to guess.
We miss that caravan,
you lose, what?
Money? Your war?
What I got to lose ain't something
so easy to recover from.
There is no "your loss,"
"his loss," "my loss."
This is not
an either/or proposition.
We're all in this
for our own reasons.
You want your partner back.
He wants victory.
I want to set
my home aright.
But we must hold the line
and stand together.
We must.
There's simply
no alternative.
There's a rider approaching.
Is it Featherstone's man?
It is. Here he comes.
[ men shouting ]
[ drums beating ]
That's for you.
Consider that your share.
For the company.
I suspect
I'll be leaving shortly.
Don't despair. Some other poor
bastard'll take my place soon enough.
I wish I could assure you
that he would be as generous
as I with his scraps.
Either way,
you mustn't settle
for whatever refuse finds
its way into this cell.
There's a whole world
out there
that every so often
rewards ambition.
Mark my words.
Today the crumbs,
tomorrow the loaf.
Perhaps someday
the whole damn boulangerie.
You're welcome.
[ lock rattling ]
[ squeaks ]
[ door opens ]
[ seagull squawking ]
[ horses whickering ]
[ chattering ]
♪
MAN: Be careful
of the ammunition cases.
Anne exchanged the cache
for my release.
Yes.
This does not seem
like a release.
Spain has demanded I deliver
you along with the cache.
I am told that once you and
the cache arrive at Havana,
my debt to Spain
will be repaid.
I did not appreciate having terms
altered after the fact in this way,
but in this moment I am simply
in no position to refuse them.
I see.
Perhaps you were right,
that in a place like this
there is no progress
without awful sacrifice.
Make ready to depart.
MAN: Yes, sir!
[ horse whinnies ]
If it's any consolation,
no harm was done
to your partner.
She left
the transaction unscathed.
Ready, my lord.
Let's go.
So she's alive? Anne?
MAN:
Prepare to mount up!
She is. You have my word.
Hup! Hup! Hup!
[ whinnies ]
[ wind whistling ]
MADI: So we are able
to see the island,
but the island
cannot see us.
How is this possible?
Well, Mr. De Groot says
that from this position,
when viewed from the beach,
our hull sits
beneath the horizon
while our masts
are above it.
Now,
with the sails furled,
the masts are
too thin to be seen.
Thus, our lookout
has a view of the beach,
but the beach
has no view of him or us.
It's a neat trick,
I must say.
How does one
determine this position,
one in which we exist and
don't exist at the same time?
One waits for Mr. De Groot
to finish speaking,
frowns thoughtfully,
and then repeats phonetically
what he said to the men.
[ chuckles ]
A few months ago,
all they let me do
on this ship was cook.
I'm learning
as fast as I can.
Clearly.
Yes, something less
than confidence-inspiring
for the men, I would think,
were I to admit the depths of
my ignorance on the subject.
What the men think of you--
your men and my men--
would seem to be
evolving as we speak.
Ah, yes.
The story about
what happened last night
has been retold
as many times
as there are
men on this ship.
You expressed
your concern to me
that to truly partner
with your captain,
you would need to join
him down a dark path.
And that you fear it--
it might lead you
to a place
you would not be able
to return from.
You're concerned about me.
The alliance between
your crew
and my people is critical.
Without it,
we are all nowhere.
If your mind is not clear
and the alliance
cannot hold,
all will be lost.
So, yes, I am concerned.
Hmm. Yes.
Last night
was not an experience
I hope to repeat
anytime soon.
But my mind is clear.
[ knock on door ]
Mr. Silver,
I need to speak with you.
Alone, please.
[ crew chattering ]
What the fuck happened?
In that... camp,
they killed Parker.
They killed Louis.
They killed Graves
and they killed Simon.
They chose them from among us
to be tortured and killed.
And that one was the one
doing the choosing.
[ moaning and gasping ]
[ gasping ]
[ gasping continues ]
[ gasping ]
[ panting ]
What is it
you're hiding from?
Excuse me?
I only meant
I know you must be very busy,
what with your
responsibilities.
But to still be here
so late in the morning,
I assume there's something
you're avoiding.
For what it's worth,
I believe the madam chose
me for you because I am new.
I have no notions
about what you once were.
No motive to gossip.
Georgia.
Yes?
I know the games.
I have played them all.
If you ever wish
to be in my bed again,
that is the last one
you will ever play with me.
[ knock on door ]
Yes?
WOMAN:
Miss Guthrie's downstairs.
She's asking for you.
[ chatter and laughter ]
[ parrot squawks ]
[ parrot squawks ]
Yes?
What happened?
The cache
is in our possession.
It's on its way as we speak
to the transport
and then to Havana.
With Jack.
Yes.
The governor
is seeing to it personally
that the transport
sets sail with its cargo.
Within a matter of hours,
the Spanish issue
will be closed
and we will be free
to move forward.
And Anne?
The men said she was angered.
When she realized
that Jack wasn't there,
she let the cache go.
Anne was unharmed.
Unharmed?
Yes.
I advised the governor to
send eight men to the exchange
to deter any attempt
on her part to fight--
When did she realize?
I'm sorry?
That Jack was not there.
When did Anne realize
that she had been lied to?
Was it before or after
they secured the cache?
Before, I think. Why?
When you told me
this was to be,
I was upset by the thought
of having lied to Anne.
I was devastated by
the certainty
it would unavoidably
lead to her death.
For the moment she realized
that Jack was not there,
that she had been crossed
and that she would likely
never see him again,
she would attempt
to kill anyone
she deemed responsible.
Eight?
You could have sent
a thousand men.
It would not have
deterred her.
And now you are saying to me
that she knew
she had been crossed
and chose to walk away
to save herself?
[ horse whinnies ]
Do you speak Spanish?
Beg pardon?
¿Habla español?
A little.
You?
Hardly at all.
If I'm in Havana
in a day or two,
I assume I'll be
hearing a lot of it--
shouted by bitter
old women in a crowd,
growled by angry officials.
It seems a rotten thing
to wish upon anyone,
an unflattering eulogy
in an unfamiliar town.
It'll be quick,
to whatever extent
it sets your mind at ease.
The gold is theirs.
The gems are theirs.
They don't need anything
from you anymore,
and as such
they're likely to want
to put the entire affair
behind them and move on.
I'm sorry. "If"?
Beg pardon?
You said,
"If I'm in Havana."
In your mind this outcome
is still in doubt.
Well, the odds are
certainly in its favor,
but it is by no means
a certainty.
How so exactly?
You said Anne is alive,
did you not?
I would argue
as long as that is true,
there's a chance,
however remote,
that she will
frustrate your efforts
to send me off to my death.
Out of curiosity,
how would she
go about doing that?
Well, I have no idea.
Everything and anything
in her power, I imagine,
up to and including
walking out
in the middle
of the road ahead of us
to be run over
by your horses
in the hope of slowing you
down for even a moment.
It is fascinating to me
how stubbornly
you people expect
the unlikeliest of outcomes
because you prefer them.
You expect the world to
become what you want it to be
despite all available evidence
and experience to the contrary.
This was not the way I'd hoped
this affair would play out.
But I can assure you
it is most certainly
not going to play out
the way you hope
it will either,
because even to stand
in the road ahead of us,
she would have to know
which road to stand in.
You held the route secret.
I held a number
of potential routes secret
before settling
upon this one
so that even if the secrets
were compromised,
anyone intending to hit us
would be more than likely
in possession
of the wrong route.
CHAMBERLAIN: Let me be
sure I have this right.
So the plan to recover
the stolen cache of gems--
your plan to recover
the stolen cache of gems
has worked in exactly the
manner you suggested it would.
Only now you believe
this is a bad thing--
evidence of a plan
to rescue Mr. Rackham
and once again
recover the cache of gems.
That is what
you're suggesting, yes?
I can understand why this
may be hard to believe,
but I know Anne Bonny
well enough
to know that it is a certainty
something here is amiss.
That her behavior
should coincide
with the presence of Captain
Flint on the island
only hours before
most certainly points
to a plot being underway.
I beg your pardon.
So now Captain Flint is
somehow involved in this plot
despite the fact that his ship
left the island hours ago?
And I am to redeploy men into the
interior away from Nassau Town,
leaving their positions
undefended?
I'm sorry,
are you suggesting
there's some
ulterior motive here?
I'm suggesting that simply
because the governor
decided to put his...
trust in you,
I have no intention
of doing the same.
The situation
is well in hand.
Thank you for your concern.
Well in hand?
I'm telling you
the situation is potentially
about to get entirely
out of hand.
You're not
fucking hearing me.
Even if somebody wanted to move
against the governor's caravan,
they wouldn't know where to
find the governor's caravan.
The route was altered
multiple times.
False schedules
were distributed.
Nobody knows exactly
when they were set to leave.
Nobody knows what route
they finally decided upon.
Nobody knows who--
MAX: I know.
I know the route.
A boy in my employ
saw scouts
on the west trail road
late last night.
That is it, is it not?
I am assuming
you did not send men
to scout the decoy routes?
Did you tell anyone
what your boy has told you?
No.
And would your boy
sell his information
without your knowledge?
No.
Good.
Then we have nothing
to fucking worry about.
Ladies.
[ crowd chattering ]
Fuck your pride.
If I can swallow mine
to be standing here,
you'll do the same
to listen.
Because if you and I
can't figure out
a way to work together
in this moment,
everything may be lost.
How many people
know about this?
No one outside that room.
In less than an hour,
I need to move
this ship to the coast
to retrieve our captain
and a fortune in gems
upon which the lives of well
over a thousand people depend.
Now that is all
going up in smoke
because Mr. Dobbs
cannot control his anger.
It don't have to.
No.
If we let him
leave that room,
he's going to tell
his men what happened
and we're going to have
a war on our hands.
I understand that,
but the answer
is not going to be
finishing
what Dobbs started
and murdering that man.
[ sighs ]
All right.
Then we put
a knife in his hands
and we let him
even the score.
For reasons
passing understanding,
Mr. Dobbs still has a number
of friends on this crew.
How do we explain
his disappearance to them?
This story is getting out,
and when it does, all hell
is going to break loose.
Then what do we do?
This is the man
responsible.
He's the only man
responsible.
I suggest you and I address
the combined crew together.
This man will be held
to account and punished
swiftly and severely.
[ whimpers ]
May I have a knife, please?
[ knife slides
from scabbard ]
[ rope slicing ]
Wait a minute.
Hold on.
Until I know
what he's going to say,
I can't let anyone
walk out of here.
He isn't going to
say anything.
He has to say something.
He's going to say that he
spoke impertinently to me,
Kofi took offense,
and it will not be
spoken of again.
Just like that.
Yes. Now let him go.
♪
If he says a word--
When I speak,
my men listen,
and they do as I say.
[ chattering ]
A secret caravan to move
Rackham to a secret transport,
and no one knows
about this but you.
Me, the governor,
his cabinet,
eight dragoons, their
quartermaster, the carriage driver--
plenty of people know
about it, just not you.
And you believe
there's a plot underway
to attack
this secret caravan--
a plot that somehow
involves Captain Flint,
whom everyone saw sail
into open water hours ago.
Jesus! Chamberlain
can ignore this.
He doesn't know me, he doesn't
know Bonny, he doesn't know Flint.
Now, if it turns out that I'm right
about this, he'll look like a fool,
but at least his ignorance of the
players involved will be some defense.
If you choose to ignore me,
it will be far harder
for you to find an excuse.
I watched it depart,
the Walrus.
Had a man with a glass
watching her set sail,
watching her clear
the horizon and disappear...
Do you know what?
I don't have time for this.
...except for
the glints of light.
What?
I had my man
keep his glass
to the spot
on the horizon
where the Walrus
disappeared.
And roughly
every 15 minutes,
he reported
seeing glints of light
from her last position.
What the fuck
does that mean?
Oh, it could mean nothing.
Random artifact
of sunlight off the water.
Or it could be the reflection of a
spyglass upon one of her masts--
the ship beneath bare poles,
waiting silently, invisibly,
for a signal to return.
I beat him,
and then I watched him
return from the dead
to negate my victory,
to watch his partner
murder mine
and aggravate the affront.
You and I have our history,
but Flint and I
have unfinished business
of a far more serious sort.
[ horse neighs ]
My father was a tailor
in Leeds.
As was his father
and his father's father.
Time was if a man
on the Avondale Road
asked where he might find the
finest clothes in northern England,
he was pointed toward the
shop of a man named Rackham.
Then the men who sell wool
decide they'd prefer
not to compete
with the men
who imported fine cotton.
And as the men who sell wool
have the ears
of the men who make laws,
an embargo is enacted
to increase profits
and calico disappears.
And my father's business
that he inherited
from his father
and his father's father
begins to wither and die.
And my father suffers the compound
shame of financial failure
seen through the eyes
of his son
and descended
into drink.
I'd sit beside him as a boy
at the Sunday service
as he shouted at the pastor,
at the altar--
at anyone who'd listen,
really--
at the injustice of it all.
And I'd put my arm over his
shoulder as the insults began,
help carry him out
of the church.
God, the insults.
At his funeral, our
neighbors were kind enough
to whisper them rather
than call them out loud.
So, I set to work,
determined to rebuild
what had been taken away.
I was 13 years old.
but I was determined...
...until a man
arrived at my door
claiming to hold debts
belonging to my father.
Debts accumulated
as my father drank.
Debts he claimed
that now belonged to me.
Debts I could not possibly
have hoped to repay.
Debts over which this man would
have seen me imprisoned--
imprisoned in a place where the
debts would have been discharged
only through hard labor.
Hard labor with no wages,
working at--
wait for it--
the production of textiles.
"You people, incapable of
accepting the world as it is,"
says the man to whom
the world handed everything.
If no Anne, if no rescue,
if this is defeat for me,
then know this.
You and I were neck and neck in
this race right till the end.
But, Jesus, did I make up
a lot of ground to catch you.
You think the world's
been that kind to me?
That I'm that much
softer than you?
That much more fortunate?
Wealthy family, inherited
Daddy's shipping business,
married rich...
I read your book.
But there are things
you leave out of the book.
Things you leave out because if
it got around polite society
what you're capable of
when pushed,
they might stop inviting you
to their dinner parties.
All you know about me
is what I want you to know.
MAN:
Riders!
Riders approaching!
[ horse whinnies ]
MAN ♪2:
Defend the governor!
Captain,
fall back and engage!
Defend the left flank!
Fall back!
[ men shouting ]
[ grunting ]
[ gunfire ]
[ shouting continues ]
MAN:
They're gaining, sir!
[ shouts ]
[ gunfire ]
MAN:
Defend the governor!
Faster!
Don't spare the horses!
Pistol!
Hold your fire.
Wait till they're close.
Sir!
[ hammer clicks ]
MAN: Pick your targets!
[ gunfire ]
Ah!
[ whinnies ]
[ men shouting ]
Aah!
[ gunfire continues ]
MAN:
Yah! Yah!
[ grunting ]
[ yelps ]
[ hammer clicks ]
[ groans ]
Aah!
[ moans ]
[ gasping ]
Ow.
[ grunting ]
We need to move, now.
Go!
Go?
Take the chest
to the beach.
We'll be right behind you.
Right behind us?
Yeah.
[ metal clattering ]
I thought you said
you and Nassau were through.
[ grunts ]
Got worried you two'd
be lost without me.
Glad to see
I was wrong about that.
[ grunting ]
And Teach? How has he taken
your change of heart?
Couldn't say.
If you see him,
I suppose you could ask him.
MAN:
Yah!
[ chains rattle ]
[ groans ]
[ horse whinnies ]
Look.
Can you ride with him?
Yeah.
[ gasps ]
Go. Go!
[ Vane groans ]
Oh, God.
[ grunts ]
Go!
Go!
Go! Go!
Come on! Yah!
[ gunshot ]
[ panting ]
[ grunting ]
[ yells ]
[ grunting ]
[ men shouting ]
[ grunts ]
Put him down!
MAN: Search for tracks! Search the area!
Hold him!
MAN ♪2: See which way
they went!
[ men shouting
indistinctly ]
[ Vane grunts ]
[ Silver approaching ]
Thank you.
I've known him
since we were children...
suffered illness
and loss by his side.
Watched him give his loyalty,
his sacrifice and his love
to my mother, to me.
So you can just imagine
what that was like,
asking him to accept
what was done to him
at the hands of men
who look so very much
like those he watched murder
his parents when he was a boy.
You can imagine
how tempted I was
to take that knife
and put it in his hand
and let him use it
to his liking.
You can imagine
the restraint it took
for me not to let
my people loose.
But where does
that leave us?
So I will fight
this thing rising up in me
eager to see
more blood spilled today,
and I will serve them
by minding their future
and doing the hard thing
that will lead to the outcome
desired by all of us.
This will
not happen again.
It is over, then.
We move forward.
You have my word.
[ no audible dialogue ]
[ no audible dialogue ]
Not a fucking word
about it, understand?
[ moaning faintly ]
MAN: Sails! Due west!
Headed this way!
I thought you said that no
one could see us from here.
They can't.
[ men chattering ]
Get us underway.
Back to the coast
to retrieve the shore party.
But there's been no signal
yet from the shore party.
That ship will be upon us
in two hours, maybe less.
Get us underway.
Make ready the launches!
Lower the courses.
[ men shouting ]
MAN:
Lower the courses!
♪
I see you.
Set a course
to intercept her.
Bring us port!
MAN:
Bring us to port!
[ man coughing ]
[ men coughing ]
Six more of them
have fallen ill.
There's now a total
of 14 reported cases.
Are any of them mortal?
Not yet, but our forces
are dwindling,
and it will get worse
before it gets better.
Meanwhile,
Flint is out there somewhere
committed to waging
war against us.
And soon news
will return to Nassau
as to whether Rackham
and his money
are on their way
to Havana.
And if they aren't,
if you and I are right,
if something happened and Hornigold's
cavalry weren't in time to stop it,
then in addition to everything
else, we will be at war with Spain.
If you and I were right
and something went wrong
with the governor's caravan,
I fear there is something even more
unsettling we are about to face.
What is that?
You and I will be
immune to this disease,
for it will only attack those
unfamiliar to this place.
You and I know Flint
and can fight him.
You and I,
though outmatched,
at least know what Spain is
and can make best efforts
to confront whatever
they may send our way.
But there is
nothing more dangerous
than the unfamiliar enemy.
If the governor's caravan
was attacked,
it means someone knew
where to find it.
It means our secrets
are no longer ours.
It means there is
a spy among us.
[ horse whinnies ]
[ man shouting ]
[ crowd chattering ]
Someone help him.
Fetch Dr. Marcus.
MAN: Please see to it!
Where's Vane?
The militia arrived
before he could get away.
We had no choice
but to run.
Fuck.
Take him and the cache back to
the ship and get out of here.
BILLY: What?
You can't stay behind.
I'll go find Vane.
Once he's free, we'll find
our own way back to the camp.
Captain--
Charles Vane
swinging over Nassau
is a statement we cannot
afford to be made.
You cannot stay.
We're about to get
the war you wanted
and perhaps a credible path towards
something resembling victory,
but the war is going to
follow that chest
and you're the only one of us
who can marshal it.
RACKHAM:
He's right.
He's right.
If Charles knew
we were even contemplating
jeopardizing the grander
effort to save him,
he'd kill us all.
Give me two men.
I'll go back
and address the situation.
How?
By stirring resentment,
finding sympathetic ears,
reminding them that Charles Vane
was once the best of them--
still is the best of them.
My parents were agitators.
If we are to win this war,
that may be exactly
what we need.
By the time I'm through,
the governor won't
be able to hang Vane
out of fear
of losing the street.
[ men shouting ]
[ chattering ]
[ sighs ]
Charles is here.
It's a very small consolation
given what we lost today.
But you had the foresight
to put Captain Hornigold
in pursuit of Flint's ship.
It's the only reason
we have any prayer at all
of recovering the cache
and avoiding disaster.
If Hornigold is unable
to capture Flint's ship,
Flint is able to dictate
the next chapter
of this story.
The choices we will
likely then face
will be of
the most awful kind--
the ones that promise only bad
outcomes in every direction.
Eleanor, look at me.
The challenges I see ahead
for both you and I
are of the gravest sort.
I need to know
that I can rely upon you
to help me
navigate through it.
Of course you can.
You understand...
my concern about
calling you a partner,
from the moment I first walked
into your cell in London,
was whether you'd be able to
resist Nassau's temptation,
the gravity
of your personal history
urging you to resume
petty rivalries
and repeat the costliest
of your mistakes,
preventing you from ever
truly moving into the future
I wanted to build here
rather than gravitating
back into your past.
And now...
in the moment
I need you the most,
need the best of you
the most,
I fear the temptation
you are feeling
is about to be
at its strongest.
You're wrong.
No, I'm not wro--
[ coughs ]
[ coughs, inhales ]
I am not wrong.
That man sitting
in a cell in my fort
is the embodiment
of that temptation for you.
It is self-evident.
Now, I am asking
whether you're able
to see past the petty
and the personal
to remain focused
on what is right now
of vital importance
to both of our futures--
to our very survival.
If you have
any regard for me,
any respect at all,
then I'm asking you
to tell me the truth
about what you're capable
of right now.
The moment you walked
into my cell in London,
do you want to know
what I first thought?
I wasn't thinking about
the charges against me.
I wasn't thinking about
a reprieve from the noose.
I wasn't thinking about piracy,
nor pardons, nor Nassau.
In that moment, I was consumed by
one thought and one thought only...
...the idea that
this may be my opportunity
to gain some measure
of revenge
against my father's murderer,
that I might play a role in
the execution of Charles Vane.
I know you now.
I trust you now.
I'm devoted to you now.
I love you now.
So I will tell you
the absolute truth
about how I'm going to react
when faced with the thing
sitting in that cell
in your fort.
I honestly don't know.
[ door slams ]
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