Jamestown (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

We are building a new world.

That is why I bring with me
maids to make wives.

When I found you on that wharf,
Silas, that changed everything.

We'll be married in a week.

If Samuel is to advance here
it will require influence.

I had a look at this place
and I decided it's not for me.

I paid for your passage.

I think I've got myself a good wife!

What if these men have been
on their own so long

they're not men any more?

She's mine to do with as I please.



Silas!

A woman might weep
for the lack of dancing.

No wonder so many souls perish
here, they expire from tedium.

Samuel, what is it you're doing with
those ledgers night after night?

Governor Yeardley has asked me to...

Let us say, inspect certain transactions.

- Inspect for what?
- There may be some irregularities.

Here?

- Embezzlement in the Colony.
- I didn't say it was corruption.

We are marooned a thousand miles
from any civilisation.

If I thought my own husband
kept himself from me,

- I could not bear it.
- It is delicate Company business.

I would lay awake at night tormented
with anguish that the only reason

that you do not share the nature
of your assignment with your wife...



is that you might be placed
in danger by it.

The Virginia Company struggles
to make a credible profit,

yet the last Governor, Argall,
went back to England a wealthy man.

You must promise me
you will not utter a word of this.

How could you think so little of me?

Where are you going?

Look at how she speaks to her husband.

She delights in humiliating
any man she sets her eyes upon.

Master Castell!

Marshall.

I wish to address your wife.

Then why ask him, when I am right
in front of you with ears of my own?

I possess the grace and courtesy

to respect your husband's
dominion over you.

I would advise that you do the same...

to all men who demand your obedience.

Perhaps you speak as a man who
has not yet appreciated the delights

- of marriage, Thomas?
- I speak as the Marshall.

This settlement rests on order.

We will have it,
or there'll be consequences.

Do not underestimate my husband,
Secretary Farlow.

He is a curious man.
He has a inquiring mind.

Mistress Castell
has a fine taste in enemies.

So it would seem.

It was a terrible sorrow for us all

to lose Henry Sharrow in such a way.

Yes.

A man is granted all the land
he could wish for,

his was the prettiest wife
to step off that ship.

We weren't married, sir.

A sorrow for you, then.

To be robbed of the man
you were to marry.

I have work and shelter.

Perhaps you'd be so kind as to allow
me to call on you, Mistress Kett?

I'm grateful for the consideration
of your kind heart,

Master Read, but I owe
my loyalty to the Sharrows.

A "no" wrapped in roses is still a "no".

Consequences? How dare he say
such a thing on the street

for the entire town to hear?

If you make enemies of men
of such power here,

- they will turn against you.
- But don't you see, Samuel?

You have the Governor's favour.

Redwick and that plumed worm Farlow

fear that you might expose them,
so they are determined to destroy you.

Jocelyn, please, you cannot speak
of these things so carelessly.

You must take them on, Samuel.

They may be uglier than vultures, Jocelyn,

but their position means they cannot
be openly challenged.

Well, if Redwick is not stopped,
he will strike again.

One moment, my dear,
and we will start home.

He ain't sober but five minutes a day...

the time it takes him to get from
his morning bed to his bottle.

Well, if you did as you were told,
woman, and fetched me my beer,

I wouldn't have them five
minutes of misery.

Ain't that a picture of a man
before us?

Lying on his bed craving his grog,
like a babe after the tit.

Mistress Castell said,

"You underestimate my husband
at your peril."

"He is conducting an investigation."

Castell would only do such a thing
on the Governor's instructions.

But his wife is altogether
a different creature.

Cunning drips from her tongue.

The manner in which she cocks her
head, I can't abide it. She's so...

feminine.

We must bring her to heel.

Yeardley would not permit it.

Not a woman in her position. Not yet.

There was an incident,

in the tavern.

Rutter's wife.

Mocking him, ridiculing him.

Before every man in there

she described him as
"a babe after the tit."

If you were to arrest
this Verity Rutter...

subject her to correction...

then she will serve as a warning
to Mistress Castell

of what we could do to her.

What is it keeping you from
your bed, ma'am?

Thoughts, Mercy.

Leave me alone with them.

Ma'am...

you have Belladonna.

Just to relieve some pain.

Be careful, Belladonna
can poison. What pain?

How can I sleep when
there is pain in the house?

Hush your voice, girl.

I have taken it before.
Now go back to bed.

Ma'am, if you have pain then I have
pain thinking about your pain.

Mercy!

- Meredith! Rutter!
- Oi. Hey.

- Rutter!
- Oi!

I have a petition to put before
the Marshall, if I may.

Henry Sharrow bought himself
a maid for marrying.

Since Henry's no longer here to wed
her, I am willing to pay for her

transportation and take her on.

Marshall, I wish to marry Mistress Kett.

Are you prepared to meet the cost
of her carriage to Virginia?

That fee's already been paid.

Your brother borrowed £150 of
tobacco from Master Massinger.

- That debt's not been repaid.
- I presumed I might take on the loan.

Do you presume that you might do with.

Master Massinger's assets as you see fit?

I have here a Promissory Note.

No!

I did not invite a woman
to address the hearing.

The women are provided by the Company.

I must consult with their agents
before I make my ruling.

Verity Rutter!

You scolded your husband,
demeaned him with foul tongue.

Sir...

if to say that a man loves the tit
is to dishonour him,

then I fear I must slander
every man of this world.

Ma'am...

What are we to do?

You were kind to me on the ship, Alice.

Women like yourself and Verity
are helpless here. I am not.

So perhaps I can be
of benefit to you now.

Any woman who sees fit
to mock her betters

will receive this same fate.

You have been brought here
as the property of your husband,

and you will behave accordingly.

Marshall,

I appear to have found your glove.

Allow me to return it to you.

Women are new to this place, Alice.

Redwick wants to teach you all to be
meek and obedient. That's all.

Marshall will see in James Read's favour.

I cannot marry him.

Let us take our vows now.

Reverend Whitaker would
never defy Redwick.

I will refuse.

Let me speak with James Read.

Yes, he is a reasonable man.

I will curse that man
every day of my life

until he dies in the mire he deserves.

Hush, Verity. You've said enough.

I am done with the beatings of men.

Do you hear me?

I curse the Marshall's vile soul!

Verity!

In the beginning was the Word...

You were one of the first here, Marshall.

And the Word was with God.

- You have good appetite.
- And the Word was God.

The same was in the beginning with God.

I heard the maid put
a curse upon you, Marshall,

as she was removed from the stocks.

Reverend, let us take a care not to
suggest that this sickness

has been caused by charms and spells.

You deny that he was struck down the
very night this wretch was punished?

The same woman does not attend church.

Let me try to treat the sickness,
to seek out its cause,

before you make such accusations.

Marshall...

- How did this affliction come upon you?
- The room,

the room did seem to move about me.

A room itself turns about
and you attempt, Doctor,

to explain it away with
medical blasphemy?

Women.

We've let the wickedness in amongst us.

James.

I would speak with you,
concerning Mistress Kett.

You may speak as much as you wish,
Silas Sharrow,

it's not you who'll decide.

Have we not known each other
these past eight years?

The harsh times we've lived
through together,

does that not bind us here
in brotherhood?

- Brotherhood?
- Fellowship.

So that we might resolve
our difficulties between us,

- with consideration.
- Look at my face.

Look at my hands.

I'm not a man of fine words.

We might stand and talk
as companions, but then what?

I will lie by myself tonight.

I watched those maids
come down of that ship,

and walk off with men, to their beds.

More women will come.

You can afford to pay for passage.
You'll find your own woman.

I might say the same of you.

I want her.

Can you not see, man,
there's no justice in this.

Yes, I see. You love the maid.

My question for you is,
when did you fall for her?

It must torment a man's mind

to know his own brother will be
the one to bed his love.

Is that why Henry died?! Is it?!

Marshall Redwick won't let me
treat him properly.

His mind, and that of Reverend Whitaker,

is seized with superstition.

Is it not evident that the whole
colony will be a better place

without that black dog's soul
ruling over it?

I am a doctor.

I must do my best to tend him
and restore him to health.

- Why must you?
- Mistress Castell, the man is suffering.

- What would you have me do?
- Leave him to die.

Jocelyn, my dear,

I know Redwick has offended you,
but to wish him dead...

Why must we care for those whose
purpose is to conquer us?

Surely it is sound reason
to let him die?

The Marshall fell sick in the night,

and the talk is he is wasting away
so fast he won't last the day out.

He skipped all the way to the well.

Verity, you cannot speak like this.

Look what happened when you
slandered the Marshall.

I hope he spits his guts up
for the dogs to feed on.

Why has he fallen sick?

He was well enough
when he spoke by the stocks,

when Mistress Castell...

Perhaps his own soul
has turned against him.

What kind of sickness is it?

An endless agony
of retching and shitting

and hating every breath he takes.

That's my sweet hope.

I have seen her with my own eyes,
Governor, out at night,

on her own, whispering to the moon.

If there is witchery
and we do not suppress it,

the King might doubt the
governance of this place.

Let me interrogate her.

If there is hellish sorcery,
I will uncover it.

Our King has declared it as his own
personal mission to cleanse

the world of the Devil's women.

I leave it with you, Reverend.

You disapprove, Samuel.

Sir, Michaelmas Whitaker
will find witchcraft

whatever the girl says or does.

I'm afraid that once Whitaker named
the possibility of witchcraft

we had no choice
but to let him pursue it.

Rutter!

Get your hands of my wife!

You were heard to curse
Marshall Redwick.

- Well, he's a man invites cussing.
- Sir!

Your honourable Holy Reverendness,
I likes a woman to cuss at me.

I likes her to strike me.

Only shows she loves me
if she cares enough to beat me.

You paid for her passage here?

That I did, your Holiness,
and I'm glad of it.

A more devoted woman,

a more obedient reverend maid
I could not have wished for.

You saved her from prison, is that true?

- She was easily misled. That's all.
- Are you a thief?

Where I come from "thief"
is just another word for "poor".

Did you steal a garment
of Marshall Redwick's?

I have given up the joys
of wearing men's britches.

- Will you hold your brazen tongue, woman?
- What?

They pillared me already,

so what do I care if they wanna throw me
off of this arsehole of an island?

You put me on that ship back to
England, I won't weep a tear.

Did you take a garment
of the Marshall's?

Did you prick it with a knife,
and boil it in feathers and blood?

Feathers and blood?

Call out injunctions and invocations
to bring down a sickness upon him?

Do you think if I had the power
to make a man sick

that you would be
standing here right now?

Would you dare threaten me?

If this is a court
then where is your evidence?

Sit down!

Yes, I am a thief.

But I am no witch.

Feathers and blood?

There will be evidence!
There will be the mark!

Will you submit yourself
to an examination of your body?

What, take my clothes off
for the likes of you?

I'd rather swim back to England.

It is not unknown for poison
to be poured into a glove,

for it to be smeared on the fingers

and then swallowed when the victim eats.

When the innkeeper's wife
was put into the stocks,

the Marshall's glove was handed to him

with the claim that he had dropped it.

Secretary Farlow,
to make such an accusation

against the Recorder's wife,
even it is shown to be false,

it could ruin him.

If you should warn him, Doctor Priestly,

it will be considered an act of treason.

Examine the gloves.

I have a gift for you.

I never had a gift before.

I picked it from the earth.

And I thought of you.

A stone.

I never had a stone before.

- It's such a beautiful thing.
- I have to get back.

I do like my stone.

I do hope you will sleep tonight, ma'am.

I don't like the thought
that you need Belladonna.

Mercy.

You must tell no-one of
the medicine, do you understand?

Well, who would I tell, ma'am?
I ain't no gossip.

I only fret that it is pain that
keeps you from sleep, is all. Pain is...

I wish for you to put it
out of your mind.

But I can't always keep things out
of my mind when they are in there.

- Such as Belladonna.
- Mercy, did I not just tell you?

Ma'am, I promise to hold my tongue.

Only my tongue has a terrible habit
of following my thoughts

and my thoughts have
a terrible habit of dwelling

and if you are dabbling
with dangerous medicines, ma'am,

that's where they dwell.

I have a token for you, Mistress Kett.

If you'll accept it.

I made it for you.

What joy is there for a man
to wake every day

and know the woman beside you
despises your every breath?

If you'd come down off that ship
and I was the man waiting for you,

wouldn't you look at me
differently, Alice?

You think the worst of me because
of the way things are now, but...

I will win you over.

But what I am doing is no worse
than what Silas Sharrow has done.

What do you mean?

Well, you come here
to marry Henry Sharrow.

Henry Sharrow is no more.

What are you saying?

Henry's death was an accident.

Was it?

And who was there to see
it was a misfortune?

And who was there to see
that it was not?

He as much as told me.

He killed his own brother
cos he'd fallen for you.

- I don't believe you.
- Um.

But others will.

If I speak out.

You quiet down your defiance
and you marry me

I'll have no cause to speak out, will I?

I don't believe you.

Then ask him.

Ask your beloved Silas.

Silas, did you speak with Henry
while you were up river?

Speak to him about us?

There's no need for us to trouble
ourselves with that now, Alice.

Yes.

Of course. I'm sorry I asked.

Alice, I didn't kill Henry.

I awoke and there was
a fire in the boat.

I might have saved him.

I might have gone to him and helped him.

I could see that he needed me.

He was crying out.

But I didn't.

I watched...

my brother die.

Hey.

Come with me, Verity. Sit beside me.

Just let the whole town see your faith.

Didn't Reverend Michaelmas say as much?

Did he question you
about your churchgoing?

I wouldn't be on my knees
before God, would I?

Or be bowing down to the likes
of Michaelmas Whitaker

and Marshall Redwick.

I've not had a customer for two days.

- Jacob.
- No.

- Ain't you coming in today?
- Get rid of the witch!

Let me fetch you a drink, my old friend.

Lived my whole life in fear of a madman.

I'll get the ship home before
I do that again.

Peter, Robert...

won't you have one of Meredith's
best beers today?

There's not a man in the
town'll talk to me!

Philip Poole. Don't walk by.

Ain't you been in my tavern every
day since I opened the door?

- Come in.
- I ain't drinking where she is.

What?

- You think I'm a witch?!
- No. Verity, don't.

You should be afraid.

Mercy.

I'm sorry, sir.
I-I can't seem to get myself up.

Mercy, let me help you.

Mercy.

I will be well again soon, sir.

God will spare me. I know he will.

Please, Mercy, you are getting worse.
You must try the medicine.

I would, sir, but if I do...

then it would seem like I don't have

enough faith that God will deliver me.

I need him to know that I trust
in Him, that He will spare me.

What is that you have, Mercy?

It is a stone, sir.

It was given to me.

There's love in it.

Is it the same sickness
has afflicted the Marshall?

It would seem so.

Verity, come and see!

Look what's happened to Philip Poole.

You're in trouble now.

I...

I never cursed him.

I never cursed him. I was...
I was only fooling.

My brother told us that we had to
cross 3,000 miles of ocean

to find a better life.

Now here it is and he ain't with us
to rejoice in it.

And I'm sorry to hear of your
troubles with James Read.

When Marshall Redwick is recovered

I could ask the Governor
to speak to him on your behalf.

The Marshall will be
fortunate if he recovers.

Why do you say that?

Men beyond number were cut down with
the same sickness a few years back.

When the first man took sick,
it didn't matter so much.

Then another man took the fever,
died the same day.

He had such pains of his body.

Six more died in two days.
And then every day.

But you and your brothers
did not grow ill?

No.

Henry took us out of town.

We stayed by a waterfall,
took shelter there.

Henry always...

Always knew what to do to survive.

How is Mercy, sir?

Is she improving?

I'm sure she will, Pepper.

She has the stone you gave her.

She was up the night long
feeding the medicine to Mercy.

Slowly, Mercy.

Philip Poole died.

We must still find the cause.

There ain't no feathers here!

I would know, I would see 'em!

There ain't no blood neither.
Watch me kilns, will you?

That's barley. Barley looks like
barley, not feathers and blood.

What have you brought to my door, woman?!

You know, they will take you.

They will strip you
and they will see the mark.

It is only a mark.

It has always been there,
ever since I was a babe.

It means nothing.

You swore that if I ever stole from
you, you would tell the Marshall.

Will you tell them this?

My father has the same mark on his chest.

My brother has one on his neck.

Are they witches?

Will they be searched and hounded?

Burned alive every time
someone gets sick?

There ain't nothing to find here!

There ain't no witches here!

I'm not much of a praying man.
But I shall pray today.

I shall pray for your soul to be saved,
Reverend Michaelmas Whitaker!

The Marshall's Militia have been
searching the tavern

for evidence of witchery.

Verity will be blamed for the sickness.

What you told me on the ship...

about why you left England,

about the man who died...

And then when the Marshall
insulted you in the street and...

It's been on my mind.

I've heard that's how... poison...

can be applied, inside of a glove.

And...

- Ma'am, forgive me for daring to...
- Say it.

Did you poison the Marshall?

Have you told anyone else
your concerns? Silas? Verity?

- N-no, no-one, Ma'am. I wouldn't.
- I watched you, Alice.

In the church when the blacksmith
attempted to buy you.

You spoke up for yourself.

And I loved you for it.

Do you know what I saw?

You love Silas Sharrow and you're
willing to fight for that.

To fight to marry the man you love.

But you find yourself at the hands
of Redwick and men like him.

I did take the Marshall's glove.

- Ma'am...
- Then I saw Verity in the stocks.

And I thought better of it.

I saw all too clearly that men
have the law here.

They seek to master us

because they desire us
beyond their understanding.

Killing one man with poison
would not redeem our predicament.

A spot of politicking might.

If we are to be free, we must
possess their minds,

their souls,

their balls.

But, ma'am...

what can be done for Verity?

Men left the town.
The Sharrows stayed by a waterfall.

They survived.

The waste from the outhouses.

See how close it is to the well?

The water is defiled and poisonous.

If it is the water that is infected,

then why are we not
all of us struck down?

We will be.

- Those who drink the water.
- My friend, the danger is

that Michaelmas Whitaker is determined
to claim the cause is witchery.

If Redwick should die, they will
turn on Verity Rutter.

Then we must convince the Governor
that this is the true problem.

The Castell's maid has been drinking
it and she is on the mend.

Nothing has helped you so far,
Marshall Redwick.

Not leeches, not prayer.

How do we know what might be
in this concoction?

It is an Indian remedy.

- There we have it. An Ungodly...
- Let him speak.

If you do take it, Marshall,

and if it works... as it has
for young Mercy,

then it would establish
that your affliction

was not brought on by witchcraft.

Or poison.

You would no longer
be able to blame the women.

Would you give your life, Marshall,

to hold on to that accusation?

No more maids will come

if one of the first women you
brought here is burned as a witch.

The maids have nothing to fear
if they are innocent.

Do you truly believe that, Governor?

Verity Rutter cursed Philip Poole
and the man is dead.

Reverend Whitaker says
there will be a mark on her,

where the devil fed at her breast.

He will examine her and
that will conclude the matter.

Sir, if I may, if there is no mark
found, that will not stop him.

He will seek some
other means to prove it.

I cannot establish her godliness.

She must do that herself.

For those with doubting hearts
about the existence of the Devils

amongst us, didn't our Monarch
himself, appointed by God,

write treaties on the dark
arts of witchcraft?

We know well enough

the strange countenance

of one touched by

she has such
a shrewd tongue, it brings renown.

The same woman refuses
to attend church. Why?

Because she knows

her confederacy
with the Devil will show itself.

I'm here, aren't I?

Haven't you seen me on me knees?

Is it any wonder that I refuse
to come to church?

When all I see are
condemning eyes on me.

I curse because there is much
to curse about.

When Satan takes a woman
to him, he marks her.

She bears that stain on her body!

Governor?

Might I have your permission to address.

Reverend Whitaker in church?
I need his assistance.

I believe I can clear up
this matter if I may.

We are most fortunate to have
a priest so pious

that our spiritual wellbeing
here is assured.

I'm here to ask your blessing, Reverend.

Would you give me that?

If you, sir, draw down God's
holiness into this piece of bread

then the piece of bread itself is holy.

Is that not what the church tells us?

Please, Reverend,

bestow your grace unto this bread.

Hear us O merciful Father,
we beseech thee and grant that

we receive in thy bread,
according to thy son,

in remembrance of his death and passion,

be partakers of His most blessed body.

And it is true, is it not, that if
a woman is in confederacy

with the Devil and should swallow
sacred bread, it will kill her?

Then, dear Reverend Whitaker,

I am certain that you will serve
your congregation well

should you press this bread
into Verity's mouth.

Our dear Lord would not allow an
innocent woman to stand accused.

Neither should we.

I am pleased to see you improving,
Marshall Redwick.

Did you drink the tea after all?

These outhouses were built
when the town was under siege.

You must pass a ruling
that they be torn down

and built again beyond the palisades.

It is just as important, sir,
that every person here believes

this well is the true cause
of the malady.

Such a law would do that.

Governor, the women who travelled
here on the ship looked to you

as a father to them, to protect
them, to warrant them justice.

We saw justice here today,
Mistress Castell.

And I thank you for your intervention.

That is not the only matter that
requires your consideration, sir.

When the Marshall Redwick
is fully recovered,

he will insist that Alice Kett
marries the blacksmith.

A woman must marry the man
who pays her passage.

A perfectly reasonable arrangement, sir,

but if her fee were paid today

then Alice might be free
to marry the man she loves.

Are you proposing to pay
the amount, Mistress Castell?

I would not wish to offend you
or the Virginia Company, sir,

by suggesting that a woman

would undertake
such a manly transaction.

My husband will pay it.

Settlers like Silas and Alice

who feel the benefit
of your consideration

will feel a great debt of loyalty.

I can hardly disagree
with that, Jocelyn.

But I fear it won't be me
they feel indebted to.

Shall we?

She made Michaelmas Whitaker
look a stumbling fool

before his own congregation.

I did not underestimate her husband.

But we did miscalculate her.

No more.

Hey, lads! Lads! Lads!

Henry saved my life so many times

and I let him burn in front of my eyes.

If he'd lived, if you'd...

come back and told me
Henry refused to give me up...

Silas, I would have reported him
for raping me.

And he would have been hanged.

And suppose they didn't hang him.

You saw how he'd have treated me.

How could we have lived like that?

It's better this way.

That's what we must believe.

Henry's gone.

We can marry.

This is our life now, Silas.

Silas.

Silas.

Silas.

Silas.

Indians. My God!

The musket went missing from
Master Massinger's store.

They will find Silas guilty
of a crime he did not commit

and they will hang him!

And I thought we were to be friends.

We are surrounded by... let's call
them what they are, enemies!

Marshall Redwick is determined to
create a war. I am certain of it.

Then all hail the man
who might create peace.

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