Taboo (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
When his plot is betrayed and Zilpha takes drastic action against her husband, Delaney faces all out chaos, complicated further by a family revelation and the increasingly desperate East India Company.
I'm planning a robbery.
Ingredients for making gunpowder
stolen from under the Company's noses.
Failure to secure His Majesty's
gunpowder against the enemy...
is a criminal offence.
It might be more effective
if we went after Sir Stuart himself.
Those bastards at the Palace...
have opened a Royal Commission
into the sinking of the Influence.
It is my belief that
some very powerful men
were involved in an
illicit shipment of slaves
and were complicit in
the deaths of those slaves.
The bellmen and the newspapers tell me there's a new
source of prime grade powder in town.
Our guns will
fall silent in ten days.
We need the powder in eight.
I need more gunpowder.
You'd risk the life
of your son for chlorate?
You are now one of us.
Why burden him?
Please understand that, from this moment,
I will burn your letters without opening them.
Then I will visit
you in your dreams.
James...
I told the Priest
how he visits you.
There is a ceremony of exorcism,
which can eradicate the Barbason.
My mother's name was Salish.
My father had her sent
to Bedlam insane asylum.
Mooning about in the chill.
Staring into your head.
You're as bad as your dad.
My father cast my mother
into madness,
then jumped in straight after.
He's scarcely a man to follow.
He was a good man.
Yes.
Yes, a good man who killed
his wife for convenience.
You know nothing.
Always cow-eyed
about your sainted mother.
Or maybe it's about time
you know about your mother.
I do.
No.
Do you know she took you down
to the river to drown you?
Carried you across the foreshore.
A tiny baby in her arms. Innocent and sweet.
She waded in. Held you under,
until the bubbles stopped!
She was deranged, James!
That's why your father had her
committed to Bedlam. To protect you.
To save your life, son.
Desperate for your death!
It took three men
to pull you apart.
She was clawing and spitting,
dragged from the river howling and screaming.
Be very, very careful now!
She wanted you dead, James.
Go away, Winter.
I'm not scared of you.
What are you scared of?
Of who they say you are.
Stop staring.
You're scaring me.
Go home to your mother.
Helga loves you. You're safe there.
Go to sleep. All will be well.
Go.
Gentlemen, I want you to pay attention,
because all our lives will depend upon it.
This harmless-looking powder...
is called chlorate.
And on its own, it is harmless.
But when it is added to the sulphur
and charcoal in our vats,
it is anything but.
Think of it as like
adding a baby to a marriage.
All was ordered and calm...
and now there is this thing
that demands attention.
Stops you sleeping,
belches, farts, screams...
and she's going to make this
whole process louder and wilder,
more insane, more impractical.
And the only thing that will stop
this entire enterprise...
from erupting in a giant explosion
the size of Mauritius...
is this.
And dedication.
Because, from now on,
until the powder is complete...
we have to stir.
Continuously!
You.
You.
And Robert.
Stir.
Stir.
Stir.
Frightened rabbit.
Go to hell.
He is African.
They smell fear like dogs.
He's a trumped-up fucking...
antiquarian.
Self-learnt.
The worst.
Busiest in the head.
Doesn't drink.
They should not be dropping him
on us like a black cannonball.
Mr. George Chichester.
Gentlemen.
How good of you to see me.
You can mystify it all you want,
but in the end, that is what it is.
A cat in the middle
of the desert, with no nose.
But what...
what an extraordinary
achievement, gentlemen.
When you think that the pyramids and the great
Valley Of The Kings and the Sphinx
were all manufactured by men
with skin almost as dark as my own.
It almost defies all your...
our current views of nature.
You are very well
travelled, Sir.
I just wish I had seen those wonders
without the benefit of chains around my arms and legs.
Which brings me to this
tragic business.
I have prevailed upon the Prince Regent
to open a Royal Commission...
into the sinking of an East
India Company ship...
called the Cornwallis
on July 10th, 1804.
The Cornwallis?
I thought the name of the ship
in question was the Influence.
Its real name
is the Cornwallis.
But in the port of Cabinda
on the West African coast,
its name was temporarily
changed.
But wh-wh-why...
why was its name changed?
Because, on July the 5th,
it was loaded with a cargo of slaves.
Which is strictly not
illegal in 1804.
No. No.
No.
But the return of the abolitionist
Charles Grant...
into the East India Court
of Directors almost
a year previously...
meant that the East India no longer
sanctioned the transportation of slaves.
But these slaves were loaded by East
India Company directors anyway.
As part of a thriving
illicit network.
It was done
for personal profit.
The ship was officially registered
as departing Cabinda empty.
That is why it sailed
with only a skeleton crew.
And this scarcity of crew is almost
certainly the reason why,
within four days...
the ship ran aground.
Help yourself to breakfast.
It's been two days.
Why are you not
looking for him?
We had words.
What words?
A family matter.
Well, I-I shall call on Mr. Thoyt.
Perhaps we can glean some knowledge from him.
If there's any darkness, that articled
pimp will know about it.
And then I intend
to visit Zilpha Geary.
Why are you not worried?
He won't be dead,
and he won't be happy.
You can depend on that.
Open up!
Open the door,
we know you're in there!
- Darlin'?
- What do you want?
James Delaney?
He then said the ship
was doubly overburdened.
280 slaves in a ship
of 150 tonnes.
The blackamoor then claimed that,
when the ship ran aground,
the Captain ordered that
the cargo hold be nailed shut.
So the slaves would
all go down with the ship.
Leaving no evidence of the illicit
cargo to incriminate those
who had arranged the shipment.
Then he asked
about your brother, Sir.
And his sugar plantation
at Jumby Bay, Antigua.
Chichester is their Bishop.
The King is safe.
Delaney is a horse
and Prinny is their Queen.
I think it's time we
started moving some pieces.
Mr. Cholmondeley.
Wake up.
Change of guard!
Steady as she goes.
It's good, boy.
Steady as she goes.
Steady as she goes.
And may God have
mercy on our souls.
I was calling on
the lady of the house.
If your wife is indisposed,
I will leave.
You thought the man of the house
would be out, attending to business.
But I have no business.
Is your wife indisposed?
Your visit is regarding
Mr. James Delaney, I presume.
Yes, I thought Mrs. Geary
might know where he would be.
Why would my wife
know where he is?
Well, she is his sister...
and I already tried
his attorney.
You know...
there are so many awful rumours
flying around London about him.
I heard one about an actress
he keeps locked in his cellar,
- enjoys the beatings...
- I don't need to...
An actress...
who enjoys walking with a man
with human flesh in his teeth.
You know, you can even
buy a song about Delaney now.
- In Covent Garden, for a penny.
- I-I'll return when you're sober.
It's about a cannibal who plans
to eat the Prince Regent.
So it can only be
about Delaney.
Forgive me, I was...
- just dressing.
- He's been gone two days.
And she thought you might know where
he is, because you are his sister.
I'm afraid I have
no idea where he is.
I was just telling her about the rhyme
they all sing about him now.
It's...
"Tis in Pall Mall
there lives a pig.
That doth this Mall adorn.
So fat, so plump,
so monstrous big.
A finer ne'er were born.
This pig so sweet,
so full of meat...
He's the one I wish to kill."
"My fowls resign...
on thee to dine...
Sweet pig of fine Pall Mall."
They were singing that rhyme long
before Mr. Delaney returned to London.
"Before Mr. Delaney
returned to London."
Ah, yes.
That golden age.
You want to know where he is? My dear,
the whole of London wants to know where he is.
His Majesty's Government
wants to know where he is.
I'm afraid we cannot help you.
Miss Bowe, my husband
and I would now like you to leave.
Of course.
Perhaps you be so kind
as to order me a carriage?
No.
_
The enigma
that is James Delaney.
You know, it's curious.
This cholera epidemic that you
and I invented for our own convenience
has actually begun
to claim lives.
Six people in Rotherhithe.
It's as if the disease is not
transmitted by air or miasma,
but by false rumour.
Then it is the same
as religion.
Or patriotism.
You have no God,
certainly no country.
What do you have?
Powder.
- When will you deliver?
- Tomorrow...
at midnight.
Zilpha, open this door!
Zilpha!
Open this door!
Zilpha!
Zilpha...
open this door now!
Zilpha!
Australia!
I swear it. I swear it.
A position in Sydney,
Australia.
Ports and harbour assessor.
And the jurisdiction of an assizes.
And administration of
felons through the docks.
Never lock your door or draw
your robe against me again,
for I am an assessor!
I applied for the position
three months ago. I didn't tell you.
Here.
Read it.
Won't you?
Read.
Come now, all is forgotten,
all is forgotten.
How ridiculous it's all been. Duelling.
And you and I fighting like children.
Australia is too far.
Please leave.
Let me finish here.
All fires extinguished.
Gently, gently,
gently, Gentlemen.
Have the greatest of respect
for the inhabitant of this coffin.
Famously volatile.
Given to explosive
fits of rage.
May he rest in peace...
until he's reignited
with his Saviour.
Slow, slow, slow
over the potted roads.
The chlorate is still there,
it's just sleeping.
_
"For the purpose of preventing
contagion." Hm?
I saw you...
and you saw something
at the pond.
What did you see?
- Hm?
- Nothing.
I strongly suggest you
to continue to see nothing.
Move!
Hey. Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa.
What's this?
Cholera.
Cholera?
Where's this cholera now?
Hendon Road.
It's coming down the Fleet
and Kilburn Rivers.
Is that so?
How many?
Six.
And a child.
I see...
A child?
Yes, it's very sad, it's a whole family.
Been dead for days.
We haven't heard about that.
We've being instructed to transport
them under the cover of darkness.
So as not to alarm
the populous.
Oh, cholera, you say?
Well...
let's have a look, shall we?
Torch.
I wouldn't do that.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Go on, go!
Go. Get out of here. Go.
Move on.
Get 'em out of here.
- What happened there?
- No idea, get on the horse.
Move on!
Good work, boy!
Go on. Move out of here!
Go!
Gently.
Careful not to wake the dead...
as they reach their final
resting place.
I will tell Mr. Madison I have
made an extraordinary discovery.
A man in London
who can be relied upon.
Hm.
Yes, you tell him that.
And I will rely upon him
to give my ship safe passage...
through the American blockade.
If my factory is discovered...
I will know where to find you.
- You stink of cow shit.
- It's horse shit, actually.
We thought you
might have left for good.
And would that be good?
I visited your sister
to ask where you were.
Three days and not a word?
Did you think it
would go unnoticed?
The Company have men in every tavern
asking where you are.
They're offering £10
to anyone with information.
Making threats.
Money being offered,
it's only a matter of time, James.
You tell me one thing that isn't
just a matter of time.
They say you're going to sell
the gun powder to the Republicans.
Republicans haven't got any money,
why would I sell it to them?
They think you're
going to start a revolution.
If the Prince genuinely thought
I was going to start a revolution,
I would be in the Tower.
He's not a safeguard.
If Crown and Company
solve their little dispute,
they will crush
you between them.
What did my sister say?
Zilpha?
What have you done?
I've killed him.
Just like you said.
Where is the body?
In the bedroom.
Are you sure he's dead?
Quite dead.
Sit there.
In the bedroom?
Yes.
When did I, um...
What?
Nothing.
You stay here.
I will tell Brace
to arrange a carriage.
By the time you get home,
the body will be gone.
Home?
Yes.
- You are sending me home?
- Of course...
or you will hang.
I will get rid of the body.
No-one will know.
Of course.
_
For immediate burial.
_
Gentlemen.
At last some good news.
This morning, a lost sheep
returned to the fold.
A penitent sinner saw the light amd
spoke earnestly to the one true God.
A devil was exorcised.
A farmer, called Ibbotson,
confessed to the priest at St Mary's church...
Greyhound Road, Hendon, that he had
allowed the devil into his life.
He received absolution from
the priest and, this morning...
the priest received his reward
from the Honourable East India Company.
A reward in the sum of £25.
Gentlemen...
we have Delaney's factory.
Finally!
James!
James. James.
Catastrophe.
- The farmer Ibbotson took confession...
- Calm down.
James! No. No. No.
You are betrayed!
You shouldn't be here.
I will deal with it.
Go home.
Hm?
Mount up.
We have him, men.
Hurry up.
Hurry up.
Keep moving!
To the heath!
He won't let us shift it.
James.
The powder that we moved last
night was ready to be moved.
That's why we moved it.
The 50 kegs we have in storage is powder
that is not ready to be moved,
because it is unstable.
If you put those kegs
on a cart on a bone-hard road,
they will explode.
We are leaving now,
because we have being betrayed.
No excuses.
The talking is done.
Jesus Christ.
You, again.
Is there more to tell?
Check all the outhouses!
Search everywhere!
Search that building.
Quickly.
Move!
It must be somewhere,
keep looking.
Oh, God!
Is this the face
of abject failure?
He must have known
we were coming.
How, how did he know?
God!
Very well.
We will allow him to
think he is one step ahead...
while we exploit
what is undefended.
And to you, your church
on Earth and in Heaven,
we offer honour and glory,
now and for ever.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Take that dress off.
Take that fucking
dress off now!
Mr. Delaney.
Sir Stuart just wants
you to know...
it's war.
The gloves are off.
My ship is in fucking
pieces, Godfrey.
It is in fucking pieces.
I swear, I swear I didn't know.
Now report:
War has begun.
Sorry about your news.
Marshall?
I need a ship.
And I need to ensure
no-one else betrays me.
Your man did not
heed my warning...
You don't want much, do you?
You were meant
to be guarding his ship.
Two possibilities.
He sold you out,
cos you cut off his thumb,
or...
you cut off his thumb, cos you
knew he was going to sell you out.
Possibility one, reason.
Possibility two...
witchcraft.
Leave this body where
it will be found.
You can keep the heart.
Goodnight.
The devil's here.
Go get some sleep.
I don't need to sleep.
I need...
a ship.
Maybe have a fuck first.
Find a ship tomorrow.
Why don't you find a captain
and you take him
upstairs and slit his throat,
and I will take his ship?
No captains.
No throat-slitting.
We can't find you a ship.
Mine!
I need a ship!
Just give me a fucking ship.
James.
What are you doing?
No. Go away. I'm busy.
I'm not fit to be near you now.
I brought this for you.
Ingredients for making gunpowder
stolen from under the Company's noses.
Failure to secure His Majesty's
gunpowder against the enemy...
is a criminal offence.
It might be more effective
if we went after Sir Stuart himself.
Those bastards at the Palace...
have opened a Royal Commission
into the sinking of the Influence.
It is my belief that
some very powerful men
were involved in an
illicit shipment of slaves
and were complicit in
the deaths of those slaves.
The bellmen and the newspapers tell me there's a new
source of prime grade powder in town.
Our guns will
fall silent in ten days.
We need the powder in eight.
I need more gunpowder.
You'd risk the life
of your son for chlorate?
You are now one of us.
Why burden him?
Please understand that, from this moment,
I will burn your letters without opening them.
Then I will visit
you in your dreams.
James...
I told the Priest
how he visits you.
There is a ceremony of exorcism,
which can eradicate the Barbason.
My mother's name was Salish.
My father had her sent
to Bedlam insane asylum.
Mooning about in the chill.
Staring into your head.
You're as bad as your dad.
My father cast my mother
into madness,
then jumped in straight after.
He's scarcely a man to follow.
He was a good man.
Yes.
Yes, a good man who killed
his wife for convenience.
You know nothing.
Always cow-eyed
about your sainted mother.
Or maybe it's about time
you know about your mother.
I do.
No.
Do you know she took you down
to the river to drown you?
Carried you across the foreshore.
A tiny baby in her arms. Innocent and sweet.
She waded in. Held you under,
until the bubbles stopped!
She was deranged, James!
That's why your father had her
committed to Bedlam. To protect you.
To save your life, son.
Desperate for your death!
It took three men
to pull you apart.
She was clawing and spitting,
dragged from the river howling and screaming.
Be very, very careful now!
She wanted you dead, James.
Go away, Winter.
I'm not scared of you.
What are you scared of?
Of who they say you are.
Stop staring.
You're scaring me.
Go home to your mother.
Helga loves you. You're safe there.
Go to sleep. All will be well.
Go.
Gentlemen, I want you to pay attention,
because all our lives will depend upon it.
This harmless-looking powder...
is called chlorate.
And on its own, it is harmless.
But when it is added to the sulphur
and charcoal in our vats,
it is anything but.
Think of it as like
adding a baby to a marriage.
All was ordered and calm...
and now there is this thing
that demands attention.
Stops you sleeping,
belches, farts, screams...
and she's going to make this
whole process louder and wilder,
more insane, more impractical.
And the only thing that will stop
this entire enterprise...
from erupting in a giant explosion
the size of Mauritius...
is this.
And dedication.
Because, from now on,
until the powder is complete...
we have to stir.
Continuously!
You.
You.
And Robert.
Stir.
Stir.
Stir.
Frightened rabbit.
Go to hell.
He is African.
They smell fear like dogs.
He's a trumped-up fucking...
antiquarian.
Self-learnt.
The worst.
Busiest in the head.
Doesn't drink.
They should not be dropping him
on us like a black cannonball.
Mr. George Chichester.
Gentlemen.
How good of you to see me.
You can mystify it all you want,
but in the end, that is what it is.
A cat in the middle
of the desert, with no nose.
But what...
what an extraordinary
achievement, gentlemen.
When you think that the pyramids and the great
Valley Of The Kings and the Sphinx
were all manufactured by men
with skin almost as dark as my own.
It almost defies all your...
our current views of nature.
You are very well
travelled, Sir.
I just wish I had seen those wonders
without the benefit of chains around my arms and legs.
Which brings me to this
tragic business.
I have prevailed upon the Prince Regent
to open a Royal Commission...
into the sinking of an East
India Company ship...
called the Cornwallis
on July 10th, 1804.
The Cornwallis?
I thought the name of the ship
in question was the Influence.
Its real name
is the Cornwallis.
But in the port of Cabinda
on the West African coast,
its name was temporarily
changed.
But wh-wh-why...
why was its name changed?
Because, on July the 5th,
it was loaded with a cargo of slaves.
Which is strictly not
illegal in 1804.
No. No.
No.
But the return of the abolitionist
Charles Grant...
into the East India Court
of Directors almost
a year previously...
meant that the East India no longer
sanctioned the transportation of slaves.
But these slaves were loaded by East
India Company directors anyway.
As part of a thriving
illicit network.
It was done
for personal profit.
The ship was officially registered
as departing Cabinda empty.
That is why it sailed
with only a skeleton crew.
And this scarcity of crew is almost
certainly the reason why,
within four days...
the ship ran aground.
Help yourself to breakfast.
It's been two days.
Why are you not
looking for him?
We had words.
What words?
A family matter.
Well, I-I shall call on Mr. Thoyt.
Perhaps we can glean some knowledge from him.
If there's any darkness, that articled
pimp will know about it.
And then I intend
to visit Zilpha Geary.
Why are you not worried?
He won't be dead,
and he won't be happy.
You can depend on that.
Open up!
Open the door,
we know you're in there!
- Darlin'?
- What do you want?
James Delaney?
He then said the ship
was doubly overburdened.
280 slaves in a ship
of 150 tonnes.
The blackamoor then claimed that,
when the ship ran aground,
the Captain ordered that
the cargo hold be nailed shut.
So the slaves would
all go down with the ship.
Leaving no evidence of the illicit
cargo to incriminate those
who had arranged the shipment.
Then he asked
about your brother, Sir.
And his sugar plantation
at Jumby Bay, Antigua.
Chichester is their Bishop.
The King is safe.
Delaney is a horse
and Prinny is their Queen.
I think it's time we
started moving some pieces.
Mr. Cholmondeley.
Wake up.
Change of guard!
Steady as she goes.
It's good, boy.
Steady as she goes.
Steady as she goes.
And may God have
mercy on our souls.
I was calling on
the lady of the house.
If your wife is indisposed,
I will leave.
You thought the man of the house
would be out, attending to business.
But I have no business.
Is your wife indisposed?
Your visit is regarding
Mr. James Delaney, I presume.
Yes, I thought Mrs. Geary
might know where he would be.
Why would my wife
know where he is?
Well, she is his sister...
and I already tried
his attorney.
You know...
there are so many awful rumours
flying around London about him.
I heard one about an actress
he keeps locked in his cellar,
- enjoys the beatings...
- I don't need to...
An actress...
who enjoys walking with a man
with human flesh in his teeth.
You know, you can even
buy a song about Delaney now.
- In Covent Garden, for a penny.
- I-I'll return when you're sober.
It's about a cannibal who plans
to eat the Prince Regent.
So it can only be
about Delaney.
Forgive me, I was...
- just dressing.
- He's been gone two days.
And she thought you might know where
he is, because you are his sister.
I'm afraid I have
no idea where he is.
I was just telling her about the rhyme
they all sing about him now.
It's...
"Tis in Pall Mall
there lives a pig.
That doth this Mall adorn.
So fat, so plump,
so monstrous big.
A finer ne'er were born.
This pig so sweet,
so full of meat...
He's the one I wish to kill."
"My fowls resign...
on thee to dine...
Sweet pig of fine Pall Mall."
They were singing that rhyme long
before Mr. Delaney returned to London.
"Before Mr. Delaney
returned to London."
Ah, yes.
That golden age.
You want to know where he is? My dear,
the whole of London wants to know where he is.
His Majesty's Government
wants to know where he is.
I'm afraid we cannot help you.
Miss Bowe, my husband
and I would now like you to leave.
Of course.
Perhaps you be so kind
as to order me a carriage?
No.
_
The enigma
that is James Delaney.
You know, it's curious.
This cholera epidemic that you
and I invented for our own convenience
has actually begun
to claim lives.
Six people in Rotherhithe.
It's as if the disease is not
transmitted by air or miasma,
but by false rumour.
Then it is the same
as religion.
Or patriotism.
You have no God,
certainly no country.
What do you have?
Powder.
- When will you deliver?
- Tomorrow...
at midnight.
Zilpha, open this door!
Zilpha!
Open this door!
Zilpha!
Zilpha...
open this door now!
Zilpha!
Australia!
I swear it. I swear it.
A position in Sydney,
Australia.
Ports and harbour assessor.
And the jurisdiction of an assizes.
And administration of
felons through the docks.
Never lock your door or draw
your robe against me again,
for I am an assessor!
I applied for the position
three months ago. I didn't tell you.
Here.
Read it.
Won't you?
Read.
Come now, all is forgotten,
all is forgotten.
How ridiculous it's all been. Duelling.
And you and I fighting like children.
Australia is too far.
Please leave.
Let me finish here.
All fires extinguished.
Gently, gently,
gently, Gentlemen.
Have the greatest of respect
for the inhabitant of this coffin.
Famously volatile.
Given to explosive
fits of rage.
May he rest in peace...
until he's reignited
with his Saviour.
Slow, slow, slow
over the potted roads.
The chlorate is still there,
it's just sleeping.
_
"For the purpose of preventing
contagion." Hm?
I saw you...
and you saw something
at the pond.
What did you see?
- Hm?
- Nothing.
I strongly suggest you
to continue to see nothing.
Move!
Hey. Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa.
What's this?
Cholera.
Cholera?
Where's this cholera now?
Hendon Road.
It's coming down the Fleet
and Kilburn Rivers.
Is that so?
How many?
Six.
And a child.
I see...
A child?
Yes, it's very sad, it's a whole family.
Been dead for days.
We haven't heard about that.
We've being instructed to transport
them under the cover of darkness.
So as not to alarm
the populous.
Oh, cholera, you say?
Well...
let's have a look, shall we?
Torch.
I wouldn't do that.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Go on, go!
Go. Get out of here. Go.
Move on.
Get 'em out of here.
- What happened there?
- No idea, get on the horse.
Move on!
Good work, boy!
Go on. Move out of here!
Go!
Gently.
Careful not to wake the dead...
as they reach their final
resting place.
I will tell Mr. Madison I have
made an extraordinary discovery.
A man in London
who can be relied upon.
Hm.
Yes, you tell him that.
And I will rely upon him
to give my ship safe passage...
through the American blockade.
If my factory is discovered...
I will know where to find you.
- You stink of cow shit.
- It's horse shit, actually.
We thought you
might have left for good.
And would that be good?
I visited your sister
to ask where you were.
Three days and not a word?
Did you think it
would go unnoticed?
The Company have men in every tavern
asking where you are.
They're offering £10
to anyone with information.
Making threats.
Money being offered,
it's only a matter of time, James.
You tell me one thing that isn't
just a matter of time.
They say you're going to sell
the gun powder to the Republicans.
Republicans haven't got any money,
why would I sell it to them?
They think you're
going to start a revolution.
If the Prince genuinely thought
I was going to start a revolution,
I would be in the Tower.
He's not a safeguard.
If Crown and Company
solve their little dispute,
they will crush
you between them.
What did my sister say?
Zilpha?
What have you done?
I've killed him.
Just like you said.
Where is the body?
In the bedroom.
Are you sure he's dead?
Quite dead.
Sit there.
In the bedroom?
Yes.
When did I, um...
What?
Nothing.
You stay here.
I will tell Brace
to arrange a carriage.
By the time you get home,
the body will be gone.
Home?
Yes.
- You are sending me home?
- Of course...
or you will hang.
I will get rid of the body.
No-one will know.
Of course.
_
For immediate burial.
_
Gentlemen.
At last some good news.
This morning, a lost sheep
returned to the fold.
A penitent sinner saw the light amd
spoke earnestly to the one true God.
A devil was exorcised.
A farmer, called Ibbotson,
confessed to the priest at St Mary's church...
Greyhound Road, Hendon, that he had
allowed the devil into his life.
He received absolution from
the priest and, this morning...
the priest received his reward
from the Honourable East India Company.
A reward in the sum of £25.
Gentlemen...
we have Delaney's factory.
Finally!
James!
James. James.
Catastrophe.
- The farmer Ibbotson took confession...
- Calm down.
James! No. No. No.
You are betrayed!
You shouldn't be here.
I will deal with it.
Go home.
Hm?
Mount up.
We have him, men.
Hurry up.
Hurry up.
Keep moving!
To the heath!
He won't let us shift it.
James.
The powder that we moved last
night was ready to be moved.
That's why we moved it.
The 50 kegs we have in storage is powder
that is not ready to be moved,
because it is unstable.
If you put those kegs
on a cart on a bone-hard road,
they will explode.
We are leaving now,
because we have being betrayed.
No excuses.
The talking is done.
Jesus Christ.
You, again.
Is there more to tell?
Check all the outhouses!
Search everywhere!
Search that building.
Quickly.
Move!
It must be somewhere,
keep looking.
Oh, God!
Is this the face
of abject failure?
He must have known
we were coming.
How, how did he know?
God!
Very well.
We will allow him to
think he is one step ahead...
while we exploit
what is undefended.
And to you, your church
on Earth and in Heaven,
we offer honour and glory,
now and for ever.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Take that dress off.
Take that fucking
dress off now!
Mr. Delaney.
Sir Stuart just wants
you to know...
it's war.
The gloves are off.
My ship is in fucking
pieces, Godfrey.
It is in fucking pieces.
I swear, I swear I didn't know.
Now report:
War has begun.
Sorry about your news.
Marshall?
I need a ship.
And I need to ensure
no-one else betrays me.
Your man did not
heed my warning...
You don't want much, do you?
You were meant
to be guarding his ship.
Two possibilities.
He sold you out,
cos you cut off his thumb,
or...
you cut off his thumb, cos you
knew he was going to sell you out.
Possibility one, reason.
Possibility two...
witchcraft.
Leave this body where
it will be found.
You can keep the heart.
Goodnight.
The devil's here.
Go get some sleep.
I don't need to sleep.
I need...
a ship.
Maybe have a fuck first.
Find a ship tomorrow.
Why don't you find a captain
and you take him
upstairs and slit his throat,
and I will take his ship?
No captains.
No throat-slitting.
We can't find you a ship.
Mine!
I need a ship!
Just give me a fucking ship.
James.
What are you doing?
No. Go away. I'm busy.
I'm not fit to be near you now.
I brought this for you.