Jamestown (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript

My husband has died and it seems
as though my head has been cut off.

At dawn, you will find
yourself on the street.

I've more pressing matters
than a widow's comfort.

(THUNDER)

Since that baby's been born,
Verity has such a need in her.

I dare not look her in
the eye for fear of it.

If you buy me from Master Massinger...

Your master does not
wish to sell you, Pedro.

Each man shall have his rightful share.

- You can read that?
- I was returning them to Recorder Castell.

- He was teaching me.
- You promised you would help.



- I'll come and speak with ya.
- Who were you talking to?

We heard your husband singing.

An informer has been placed
amongst us. A Catholic spy.

Why might the Governor
concern himself with spies?

I want my home returned to me

and then I will tell you who the Judas is.

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(PIGS GRUNT)

(PIGS SCREECH)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

- That's his percy!
- Hm.

(SIGHS)



Can you recall how you came to be out here

without a stitch of a rag on ya?

- (DOG BARKS)
- Hm.

- Gambling.
- (SIGHS)

Then a brawl?

You cleared the tavern
of every drinking man,

so that you might show your...
rising affections to your wife.

Hm.

Did I?

Is it any wonder I'm childless?

I've been better pricked by
a thistle than me own husband.

Hm.

Is this what love looks like?

I want a babe and you rip out
your own senses with the drink.

How long before I give up, Meredith Rutter?

Huh?

How long?

(SIGHS)

(BIRDSONG)

Alice?

Where is Silas today?

What do you mean?

Is he gone?

Did he not say where he was going?

No, Pepper, I'm well enough.

Truly. Go back to work.

(COUGHS)

Taff and bran that passes for manhood.

(DOG BARKS)

Sir.

Master Massinger.

You should sell me to Governor Yeardley

before he takes me from you. Hm.

Your... insolence, Pedro,

will see you chained
here for another day. Huh?

Read.

Damn it, Pedro.

Have you not had... enough of chains?

What about you, James Read?

Have you had enough of chains?

James...

will you speak to Mistress Castell?

Tell her that her husband promised

he would arrange for
the Governor to buy me.

You think I can make her keep that pledge?

But you will speak with her,

because you want Pedro's respect.

(HUBBUB)

You look fine in a cloak, my lambkin.

Taffeta. I picture you in velvet trim.

We're not paying what they charge.

Every piece of cargo on every ship

belongs to the Company.

They make it the law,

so that they can sell it
at blood-sucking prices

to line the pockets of Company men.

- It's robbery.
- Yeah.

The purpose of trade, madam, is profit.

The Company exists to breed profit.

Since the Company are the only
ones that supply the colony,

they will decide what profit
they will make. (CHUCKLES)

There's a certain economical
logic to it that's charming.

Secretary Farlow, did ever
such truth ooze from a man?

We know our place here and we
welcome it, don't we, Verity?

- We do.
- Well...

the finest silk-ribboned doublet

and the most expensive leather girdle.

Such fine clothes, sir, a
dog would look well in 'em.

(SIGHS)

Aren't you even cock enough
to curse the wrong of it?!

(LAUGHTER)

You'll... soon see the
man I am, my ladybird.

Dr Priestly was most eager
that I should alert you

to the discovery of the
totems in Samuel's cabinet.

As though he might find relief

if Samuel were named
the papist of Jamestown

If the King of Spain has a hireling here,

our whole endeavour is made frail.

Then why not arrest him now?

Search and interrogate him?

The last traitor caught here,

a hole was bored in his tongue,

both his arms were broken

and he ran a phalanx of
militiamen armed with clubs.

And we threw the Judas into the wilderness.

In truth, Governor, I am
indifferent to a man's faith.

Encourage the doctor to woo you, Jocelyn,

so he comes to believe
that he can entrust you

in whatever secrets he holds.

- Doctor Priestley.
- Good morning, Governor.

A fine day for it.

Sir, there are those who wonder

why the widow has such a
scented sway over our governor.

They see not her guile
only your gullibility.

I appreciate your concern, gentlemen,
but my whip hand is firm enough.

Perhaps you've made some progress
on the purchase of the negro Pedro?

(BABY CRIES)

- (BABY CRIES)
- Shh. Shh. Shh.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

- (CRYING CONTINUES)
- Shh. Shh. Shh.

(CRYING STOPS)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

- (CRYING INTENSIFIES)
- Shh.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

Mistress Sharrow?

(DISTORTED) Alice?

Alice?

(CRYING CONTINUES)

- Oh, no!
- Shh!

Look what this has done to me!

Walking off without a
care for my precious babe!

What has this done to you, Alice?

I... I'm married to a traitor!

A traitor to you?

All of us.

Silas?

Dear Alice, what has so beset you?

She might sit out of the
sun and... take a drink.

Lady Yeardley, I'm sure Mistress
Sharrow will be restored.

(BABY CRIES SOFTLY)

(DOG BARKS)

I can see how much Silas loves ya.

And I'm certain that he would do
nothing to put his family at harm.

Do you take me for some weakling
woman cowering before nothing?!

I heard him!

I witnessed the very words
of betrayal as he spoke them.

Today, he's gone from our
fields to meet with Pamunkey.

- James!
- Say nothing...

or all hell will open up.

(SIGHS) Ain't you the
lucky one, Alice Sharrow.

(SIGHS) My man is nothing
but tripe and scum.

- Hm.
- Yes! Tripe and scum!

I deserve my full due, Verity.

Tripe and scum... and cunning.

Ha! I ain't seen no cunning.

Then look beyond the daylight, my ladybird.

Within the dark there
will be such raw tricks.

Huh?

(LAUGHS)

Did we not search the
faraway mountains together

for your brother when he was lost?

I have shown you my thanks.

Words are not enough, Silas.

Promises are not greatness.

Chacrow, I am here now to face ya.

Now, show me a way that
I can pay my respects,

release my debt to you without
betraying my own people.

My king asks me, "Why do
we trade with Silas Sharrow

when he makes empty pledges to us?"

I tell Opechancanough that Silas
Sharrow is not possessed by greed.

"He will be our friend because
his god will speak to him.

"He will not leave us today
without giving us what we ask."

- Chacrow...
- If my king wanted war,

he would strike now
before more English come.

We love peace.

If you speak to us about Yeardley's plans,

you will preserve the friendship
between the English and the Pamunkey.

I must go now.

Do not leave here with
a refusal between us.

You give me no choice, Chacrow!

I hope that we can be friends.

I want that... with all of my heart.

You humiliate me before
my king and my people,

then you, Silas, will be my enemy.

Yeah.

(LAUGHTER)

(HUBBUB)

(ALL SING DRUNKENLY)

(DRUNKEN SINGING CONTINUES)

(LAUGHTER)

I know mariners, my love, and they know me.

- MAN: Let's have another drink!
- (LAUGHTER)

My time on the ships,

well, we wore those well enough.

(HUBBUB)

Nicholas, did we not agree

that you would quit purchasing
what is beyond your means?

Debts and obligations, do
they not make us feeble?

There is more that I must tell you.

In England...

there are two pretty young men

who are running up
extravagant debts in my name.

Word of your young favourites
will reach these shores

and you'll be perceived
a hopeless weakling!

Weak! Weak.

Nicholas Farlow!

Weak!

(HUBBUB)

(LAUGHTER)

I see the brain working ya face, ladybird.

What have you done, Rutter?

The Company...

may own the cargo,

but whose hands does it stand in? Huh?

Mariners.

And what does a sailor
like best in the world?

Coin.

OK. Are you proposing
that we rob the Company.

The bettermost folk might
have their trade, lambkin,

but we have ours.

A backstairs operation,
where we'll sell what we buy.

We'll be washed in pretty profits.

Two fine gentlemen will
provide me with cargo

- tomorrow at dawn at Dancing Point.
- Don't you so much as think

of giving them one lone pin
of what I have tucked away.

You will call me a man amongst men

and you will pepper me
with thank-you kisses.

Rutter...

how much did you give them?

It was necessary. The cargo
will make us plentiful.

How much did you give them?

All of it.

(BIRDSONG)

Where did you go to yesterday?

Alfred Ash needed some help
to dig up an old tree root.

I heard you speaking with
that natural... Chacrow.

I saw you together in the
dark with your secrets.

- Alice, you misunderstood.
- Do not suggest that my mind is cracked.

No, but it is a mistake.

Words bent out of shape by the wind.

Tell me the truth!

Me, your wife!

Or you'll see, Silas,

I would rather tear down
this shack with my own hands

than have you lie to me.

I refuse! Do you understand?

I refuse to let one more day
pass until you tell me the truth.

(SIGHS)

We must trade more, before the ship leaves.

(BABY CRIES)

Ma'am! It is the doctor
at the door for you.

Doctor Priestley. Knocking.

I was awake the night long,

the notion of it upon me,

to look out the spot
where Samuel was found.

How do you know where he was discovered?

The Sharrows reported it.

(SIGHS) The marshes by Dancing Point.

(BIRDSONG)

I doubt... Samuel was a Catholic.

Those trinkets were placed
there to implicate him,

or worse... to lay blame on to you.

I could not bear to let that happen.

Jocelyn...

did you give those totems to Yeardley?

Look.

The Sharrows heading out to trade.

(BIRDSONG)

- (BIRDSONG)
- There.

He was found there.

'Tis all too ghostly.

I cannot abide sorrow.
Please, take me back.

Jocelyn, it pains me to tell you this,

but I believe that Samuel was killed.

I feared as much myself.

I do not know who to tell,

or who to trust.

I want to find out what he
was doing here on the river.

(GASPS)

(BABY CRIES)

(SIGHS)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

Alice.

Did I ever see a soul
at such earnest prayer.

I only wish to speak to God.

I'm questioned like a criminal.

We might talk to God at any
time, indeed, all of the time.

(BABY CRIES)

What is it you seek the Lord's
guidance about, Mistress Sharrow?

It's just, I've committed some wrong.

A faithful servant!

- Who says we Sharrows are not?
- Alice, you protest your innocence

as though you would before the law,

not a friend who seeks to comfort you.

(BABY CRIES)

Maria. I never thanked you

for the kind help you gave
me when our Silas was born.

(BABY CRIES)

Give the child back, Maria.

(BABY CRIES)

♪ It comes, it goes

♪ The light from heaven... ♪

- Maria had children of her own.
- Yes, I know.

- She was taken from them.
- Yes, I know.

- ♪ It comes, it goes... ♪
- My children are in England.

- ♪ The glorious vision
- (CRYING STOPS)

♪ A child to save us

♪ Rejoice

♪ Rejoice. ♪

(FROGS CROAK)

(GROANS)

(CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Excuse me, gentlemen.

(DOG BARKS)

Governor, I fear I was mistaken.

I confided to you my thoughts
about the doctor in haste.

My distress perhaps outran my reason.

And why do you doubt your
own conclusions, Jocelyn?

Christopher suggested
that Samuel was killed.

Why would he do that if he
himself were the culprit?

He sorely wishes to know the truth
about what happened to my husband.

And he carried about him
every aspect of innocence? Yes.

This, Widow Castell, is
the ready trade of a spy.

My senses, sir, know a liar and a lie.

You accused the man, Jocelyn,

and you will see this
matter through at my bidding.

Soon enough, he will offer
up the name of a suspect.

And then we will know that he is
building a trap for us to step into.

(LAUGHTER)

(LAUGHS)

My wife, when she feasts
her eyes upon this,

she will sit upon my lap, stroke my beard,

and say, "Rutter, you're a
man amongst men after all!"

(BOTH LAUGH)

Why... why must your
companion stab at that tree so?

What's that poor stick of
wood every done to him, eh?

Morrow here in't got no words.

He was born without a voice.

Oh, I just took him
for a quiet sort of wag.

So Morrow has his own way

of conveying what it is he wishes to say.

Yeah, well, gentle sirs...

...you have my coin,

I 'ave me goods.

This is what I call dealings well done.

(GROANS)

(SPLUTTERS)

Morrow believes you to be a drunken sot

who might boast and
brag about our business,

and so put our lives at risk.

No. No, sir. You have my solemn word.

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

Morrow once cut out a man's
liver for speaking too freely

about matters that belong in the shadows.

My lips...

will not utter nor mutter
nor chat nor chew nor gab...

...nor not so much as
speak of your existence.

(LAUGHS) Well, that's as fair
a promise as any man may give.

(SIGHS)

Now, sir, if I can just take me bounty.

- (MORROW GRUNTS)
- (GROANS) Oh!

(GROANS)

(SOBS)

- Argh!
- This...

...this will lay your
promise to your memory,

should this try to escape your mind.

Yeah?

Are you suggesting I'm obliged to
keep a pledge that my husband made?

No. I'm only here to deliver a message

that the negro, Pedro, give to me.

I saw you giving tender
comfort to Mistress Sharrow.

Well, that's in my nature,

to give comfort to any woman might need it.

Is that so?

Mistress Castell, I wish, erm...

Will you permit me to ask your pardon...

...for taking hold of your arm so fiercely?

My emotions...

(SIGHS)

You have Samuel's folio of poetry?

You husband loaned them to Pedro.

He wishes me to return them to you.

(CHATTER)

I... I said to 'em, I said, "I
paid good coin for this cargo.

And I made a promise to my sweet wife.

You may out it."

Well, such a fight came about.

One man's a dilly down.

I made 'em eat crow.

(LAUGHS)

My Lionheart!

Oh, Verity!

Might you say that again?

My Lionheart!

(CHATTER)

(DOG BARKS)

If you refuse Opechancanough,

there are more English men who
seek our favour and kindness.

Let's do as the king wishes, Henry.

Here.

Pamunkey love the Sharrow brothers.

You are always welcome here.

We know you love us,

because we are warm to you.

What would you do if we refused you?

Well, you have no reason
to refuse us, Chacrow.

I ask you only to consider this,

so that you value our alliance...

...as we do.

The captain of the ship has reported to me

that Virginia Company
cargo has been stolen.

He believes rogue mariners
are trading with locals.

That is piracy.

And the Company looks
darkly on freebooting.

Ain't that just greed run amok.

You spent time as a
mariner, didn't you, Rutter?

(SPLUTTERS)

You know these men.

Oh, so perhaps you'd like my husband
to ask among his old companions,

help discover who the
shameful villains might be.

Quite a beating you've taken there, Rutter.

Who was it did this to ya?

Well, it might have been a bear,

could have been a wolf, dog,

whipping post.

Meredith Rutter drinks beyond his senses,

there's no knowing where
the wound's come from.

Virginia relies on healthy trade.

Be sure, I'll catch any
criminal who defies the law.

(BIRDSONG)

I know mariners,

they'll thieve if they can.

If they were disturbed on the
river whilst loading their spoils,

they would kill the man happened upon 'em.

No business of ours who
killed Recorder Castell.

You have changed, brother.

Not so long ago, you were the
fair conscience of all Jamestown.

I'm the same man I always was.

Tobacco... also known
to vanish from the ships

just like any other cargo.

I'll not work the whole year
round to fill a sailor's pocket.

We'll search down the
river tomorrow at dawn.

Together.

(BIRDSONG)

The whole colony knows how you
have coveted the negro, Governor.

Massinger owns the fellow, there's
nothing that I can do about it.

A man hung out on public display to show

that you do not have the power
nor the wit to outdo a mere farmer.

It is not the negro that Master Massinger

has tied to a tree, sir, it is you.

It is you, Widow Castell, you
that undermines and disrespects me.

Dear Governor, it pains me

that you do not see that I
value you like a sovereign.

- (SCOFFS)
- Please, I implore you,

let me show my devotion to you.

Would you permit me to make
a gift of the negro to you?

(SIGHS)

I've seen you in church.
It's Maria, isn't it?

That is the name I was given.

Then, what do you call yourself?

Ghinga.

It is the name my mother cried.

It is the name my husband whispered.

It is the name I will bear when I die.

This man is arrested
under a charge of thieving!

And who pressed such a claim?

My husband treasured these poems,

he would never have let
them out of his hands.

Did you have these in your possession?

I did not steal them, masha.

Widow Castell's maid
witnessed you with the folio.

I was attempting to return it, sir.

Yet you had it still when the
blacksmith took it from ya.

I gave it to James Read, masha.

Poetry... stolen.

It's as though his grave has been defiled.

Who am I to believe?

A fine-born English woman

or a dirt working blackamoor?

Who is it that can testify

the Recorder gave you these written words?

No-one, sir.

His kindness to me was between us two.

Then, you are guilty.
This man belongs to me.

I will punish him for any harm.

Crime is the law's
employment, Master Massinger.

I beg the court for true reparation.

Let this man ought to
have his tongue bored,

his both arms broken,

let him walk between 40
militiamen with clubs,

and then have him cast
out into the wilderness.

That, gentlemen, seems to
me to be reasonable justice

for the wrong inflicted upon my husband.

(MUTTERING)

Ma'am, a nobleman never lies.

Widow Castell, is there nothing

that can placate your claim for justice?

The Angolans are so very
valuable to us, you see.

If the negro belonged to you, sir,

I believe I may forgo
the acquittance I am due,

- since you are our governor.
- Madam, the law is not so weak

- as to bend to your every whim.
- Enough!

You, you and you...

...we will talk and seal this matter.

The marshal has accused the man
of a crime, he will be executed.

You have one last chance, Massinger.

I will trade you those two men there

for Pedro.

Then I am forced to deal.

Mark this, Governor,

this varlet won you the negro...

...but with it comes a rack of hate

that will stretch to the
very end of your living days.

Pedro, the charge is dropped.

From this day forth,

you belong to our governor.

Do you see now, Maria,

the Governor loves me.

He will not let me die.

You know that Master Massinger keep me,

he owns me now.

I will make him happy and it'll begin.

In time, we will be free.

- A gift.
- Yes.

I expect there is a reason you
covet this negro so well, Governor.

The others look up to Pedro.

I see every advantage in such a man.

England craves tobacco.

That means our yield will need to grow.

That means we'll need
labour. Obedient labour.

Imagine when our fields are
full of men such as Pedro.

When I think of the purpose of Virginia...

that's what I see.

Now, that's a fair price for ya. Here.

(SIGHS)

Keep this between us, yeah?

Don't forget.

What are you doing?

Verity. Verity!

Should we bring the marshal's
attention to us, or the mariners,

they will feed my liver to the worms.

Sweetpea, we're only selling
a few stolen stockings.

It's breeches, candlesticks.

It's no more than our fair
pickings from the thieving trade

that the Virginia Company do.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Alice.

- Alice!
- Let go of me.

I went to tell Chacrow that
I cannot betray my own people.

I would never act as an informer.

Oh, Silas!

When you told Chacrow that
you refused, did he accept it?

Chacrow is a man of honour.

As good as any that I know.

Alice, you haven't spoken to
anyone about this, have you?

No, I wouldn't.

(CHATTER)

Thank you.

Oh, no!

We've got more cargo.

My... my fine friends,

me wife and me, we're
not cut out for pirating.

We haven't got the... balls for it.

We sail to England in less than a week,

we want to trade before then.

Tomorrow at dawn.

Aye.

Give me the money.

I'm to go out at dawn tomorrow
and collect more cargo.

I thought you were done with mariners?

Well, it seems, he ain't done with me.

(DOG BARKS)

Meredith.

Meredith! The cargo!

Wake up!

- (SNORES)
- (SIGHS)

(FROGS CROAK)

(BIRDSONG)

(BIRDSONG)

- (GASPS)
- Who's there?

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(WHIMPERS)

(WHIMPERS)

(GASPS)

- Would you kill a woman?
- (GASPS)

Yeah.

See...

I walk back to the river.

I will leave you be.

Don't you go! Don't you go, Henry Sharrow!

He will kill me!

- (SILAS GRUNTS)
- (MORROW GASPS)

(SILAS GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(GASPS)

(PANTS)

- MAN: Bring him through!
- (GASPS)

(DOGS BARK)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

Let us out the truth!

Which man here is your companion?

This fella? Him?

Which of them?

Get him up!

Who is it?

Who is it here in Jamestown
you were intent on trading with?

Master Sharrow believes the Recorder

disturbed them at their foul business
and they killed him lest he report them.

Gentlemen, if this man is not
tended soon, he will bleed to death.

Blacksmith!

(MORROW GASPS)

Declare your guilt, you devil!

Admit the murder.

Admit the murder or you will see
what our authority looks like.

(WHIMPERS) Behold the
justice inflicted upon the man

who killed Recorder Castell!

Argh! Argh!

(WHIMPERS)

- (GASPING)
- Miss! Miss!

Do you see?

Do you witness what merciless authority

our governance is built upon?

What were you doing out in the
woods at that hour, Mistress Rutter?

Water. I was... fetching water.

Do you imagine the wind has
blown my wits away? Water?!

Water?!

I'm the one who had my throat cut. Huh?

There were others there. The Sharrows.

Ask them.

Verity. My axe is all that I had,
I believed the man would kill ya.

I ain't blaming you.

And if I had not struck him hard enough...

Silas, I'm... nothing but grateful.

Now, that'd tell us why
you used your axe, Silas.

Why did you take your fist to the
face of a man bleeding on the ground?

I ain't condemning you, brother.

The only difference
between you and me is...

I know I'm a beast.

Let's go.

Why did Farlow insist

that we all must conclude
the mariner killed Samuel?

Christopher, you sound suspicious.

For good reason, Jocelyn.

I learnt from England that Farlow
is followed by a plague of debts.

If there is a spy amongst us,

wouldn't he be bought by Spanish gold?

I thought you preferred to ignore politics?

What matters to me... is that you are safe.

Dear Christopher.

(BIRDSONG)

Pedro!

Master.

You and I, Pedro, we'll
become trusted companions.

No need for the club or the lash.

A plantation such as this
can only work with harmony.

Wouldn't you agree?

You will see my thanks
in every day's work, sir.

Peace and prosperity can only
come with obedience, noble Pedro.

The Angolans here respect you.

I trust that you will
become my voice amongst them.

I will look to you to teach them

that we will all enjoy
the best of blessings

if they love their master.

We will labour, sir,

until the day might come when
Pedro might have his own farm.

I treasure your pride, Pedro.

It's why you're so esteemed to me.

- Esteemed?
- Valuable.

The woman, Maria,

she knows well... how to farm tobacco.

What a benefit the Angolan
women are to our fields here.

My wife loves her as an intimate.

You should speak to her.

Tell her that when her
master passes, she might...

...bow more lowly.

(CHATTER)

The Chastity will sail in a day
or two and then it'll be done.

I'm sorry, Verity.

Our money is lost.

But we've swallowed no molten lead.

I saw where the mariners
hide the chest of cargo.

We dare not go near it.

(SIGHS)

We won't so much as think
on that cargo ever again.

Ever.

Silas, you were protecting Verity.

Any good man would have done the same.

Because whatever it is
we think we have here,

we're going to have to fight for it.

It was a strange sort of
charity that you showed to Pedro.

But a good turn all the same.

And a benefit to me.

For that, I must...

thank you for, Widow Castell.

(GASPS)

You'll be proud of me. I
want to serve our Governor.

When God puts a musket into
the hands of a man of Albion,

- he makes a mighty foe!
- (CHEERING)

Mysteries are only mysteries
to them that are ignorant.

(GASPS)

- Politics is a dangerous preoccupation.
- How else might a widow survive?

Everything I do is insanely
inspired by how I feel for you.

You do not know my heart, James Read.

- Something is wrong, Alice.
- I'm sorry! I...!

Something is terribly wrong.

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