All language subtitles for Black.Sails.S02E03.XI

There is no life here.
There is no joy here.

There is no love here.

What are you talking about?!

What do you think
I'm out there fighting for

if not to make all
those things possible here?

The fort controls the bay,

I control the fort.

So I will be your partner.

I'm afraid I'm simply enjoying myself

way too much to consider
leaving this place.

I know his crew hold an asset
from their last prize

that they deem of great value.

What asset?

I don't know.

We'll procure a ship,
we'll recruit men

and we'll create
from nothing a new crew.

You asked for better captains,

I give you Captain Jack Rackham.

In less than two days,

I intend to be a Captain again.

Fire!

You orchestrated it all.

The deaths,

the destruction.

Is it possible a man
could do such a thing?

Herein lies the problem we face

if we are to secure Nassau's future.

It is a problem that has festered
for more than a generation.

And it's a problem most insidious.

Illiteracy?

Her husband.

Governor Robert Thompson,

the one accepting bribes
from pirate captains

as fast as they can pay them in exchange
for catering to their every need.

Meanwhile, he's sending word back to
his pamphleteer friends in London about the...

... scourge
of the pirate menace,

which garners him
sympathy and support,

which solidifies his position,

and which only fuels
the underlying problem.

That's true, but I don't see how
we can do anything about it.

We can't get an honest man
appointed governor in the Bahamas?

We can get him appointed.
The problem seems to be

keeping him honest
thereafter.

Well, what stands in the way of it?

Well,

the Atlantic Ocean.

Put a man on an island,

give him power over other men,

and it won't be long
before he realizes

that the limits of that power
are nowhere to be seen.

And no man given that kind of influence
will remain honest for very long.

Yes?

Came to make sure
you two were still alive.

No one's heard from you in hours.

The lieutenant was
just recounting to me

his belief that the only thing that
stands between us

and a prosperous Nassau

is an ocean,
100 years of history,

and human nature.

Has he been like this all day?

More or less, ma'am, yes.

A gift.

One of my favourites.

And you might find it helpful

in dealing with
my husband going forward.

Thank you, dear. Well played.

Although --

that edition is in Spanish.

I don't think
the lieutenant speaks it.

Perhaps he should learn.

In his profession, you never
know when it might be useful.

Stop jacking off on the figurehead.

Joji!

Last item.

The Powers That Be have chosen
a spot for our anchorage.

One mile north-northeast of
the western tip of the Hog --

well beyond the view of Nassau town.

Watches will continue on schedule

while provisions
are secured via longboat.

Well, why ain't there been a vote?

I beg your pardon?

Well, I want to go home.
Back in the bay.

Ain't no one ask
what I think about it.

We vote that fuck of a Captain
back into his station

and he's already skirting
the fucking rules.

We're sailing a Spanish warship.

Captain Hornigold's fort protects
the bay from Spanish warships.

I imagine --
the Captain and Quartermaster

thought it self-evident

that someone must
go ahead and explain --

so as to avoid a reactionary
attack from the fort.

We're flying the black.
Don't it identify us?

You mean behind the giant
red crosses on the sails?

I... want...
to vote.

Hey, don't worry.
We'll sort it out.

Land ho!

Almost took my fucking head off.

I've made camp at Port Royal,

Tortuga,

Kingston.

No matter where I've been,
one thing is true.

There's always one.

The one you don't cross.

It would seem readily
apparent that in this place,

that would be you.

Thank you for noticing.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I think it's no secret
that since my arrival

I've been repeatedly provoked and
harassed by the Guthrie woman.

And,

as her aggression
seems to be escalating,

I thought it wise to speak
of this in the open.

Her aggression towards you?

Conspiracy with my
Quartermaster to depose me.

And a provocation by her man-at-arms.

I think you and I
have both seen enough

of these things to know
they never end well.

What are you telling me for?

I saw you

that day in the tavern.

I hear you and she have a...

connection.

And if things were to deteriorate
even further between us,

I'd just like to know whether
I'll have you to deal with, too.

I can't imagine what we'd have
to gain

by taking an interest
in the affairs of the Guthrie woman.

Would you, Captain?

Not that I can see.

You certain?

I only ask again
in that I know myself,

and I know when confronting
threats like these,

I tend to be a bit
of a blunt instrument.

Try as I may to be rational,

there's an instinct
towards the extreme

that always gets the better of me.

So that we're clear,

no matter how bloody this
feud gets between she and I,

I can rest soundly

knowing you'll
take no part in it?

None whatsoever.

However...

commerce here relies upon her.

Should you move against her,

you may find no shortage of
new enemies on the street.

Perhaps.

Although,

from what I understand,

confidence in her new venture is...

tepid

at best.

Who knows how much she'll
be missed if at all?

What's that?

Tribute.

And the respect of my crew.

10% of our most recent haul.

Would have been a little heavier,

only she taxed us over the
state of the containers.

Are they still in there?

Far as I know. Door hasn't
opened all morning.

When she finally emerges,
tell her I've left.

I'll make contact
with Captain Hornigold,

inform him of our arrival, and
arrange safe passage into harbor.

I'll then attempt to persuade him

to assign the bulk
of his crew and his ship

to sail in consort with us.

With a little luck,
we'll be on our way back

to the Urca wreck
within a matter of days.

And how do you plan
to answer the question?

What question is that?

Why is this request coming
from you, Captain Flint,

and not from Mr. Gates?

When in doubt, the truth
is a good place to start.

Oh, matter of ship business.

I've noticed the berths for the
vanguard are less than ideal.

I'd like to have them set in here.

Give the men a little
more space to breathe.

You want the vanguard to quarter
in the Captain's cabin?

I'm not a tyrant, Mr. Dufresne.

The ship belongs to all of us.

This seems a way to ensure that
we all benefit from it equally.

It also seems a way to
ensure that the next time

someone raises a pistol towards you,

well, the vanguard
has a rooting interest.

After my departure,
please ensure that mine

is the only longboat that ferries
anyone to and from the island.

- The men will resist.
- Then you resist them right back.

They all know that we're headed
back for the Urca's gold.

They all know where it is.

They all know that its
defenses are weakened.

We simply cannot allow that information
leaking out onto the beach.

Or let them go if you like.

To whatever extent
you're comfortable competing

with a dozen other crews
to retrieve that gold.

Mr. Silver should be back aboard
with provisions within a few hours.

That ought to keep tempers in check.

Are these the ones?

Handpicked.

You understand what
I'm asking you to do?

Go back and watch the gold.

Keep watch on the Spanish soldiers

who are watching the gold.

You'll depart as soon as a
longboat can be made ready.

Return to Division Bay.
Approach from the south.

Stay inland and out of sight.

Keep constant watch on that
beach until we arrive.

I should be no more
than two days behind you.

At which point I'll need
to know everything

about their routines,
schedule, watch strength.

Then we'll reconnoiter,
plan our final assault,

secure the gold. Is that clear?

Go.

You certain they're the men for this?

They're the only ones who didn't
ask for more than I offered.

So they had that in their favor.

Jesus.

I thought we needed to get back to
the ship as quickly as possible.

You're bringing something to read?

It isn't for me.

Strange.

You and I have never shared
more than a few words,

and yet I feel like we're old friends.

Do you?

Of course.

James talks about you all the time.

Captain Flint.

He's told me what you've
accomplished in this place.

With those men. In spite of them.

It's no small feat.

And I admire it.

Do you know what
he told me about you?

What's that?

Nothing.

When I ask him, all I get
is a shrug or a laugh

or an innocent suggestion that
he has a longtime companion.

Her name is Barlow
and nothing more.

Is that possible?

Is it possible that
you're so unremarkable

as to resist any further
description than that?

Certainly possible.

You conspire with my father
to sabotage our plans.

You betray our trust.

You cause almost irreparable
damage as a result.

And when Flint, the most feared
Captain in all creation,

comes to confront you about it,

you destroy him.

Now I hear in the wind
that in his absence

you've begun to forge new
alliances with his enemies.

With the farmers of the interior.

With Mr. Underhill,
the man sheltering

my shit of a father as we speak.

It's true I've joined Pastor
Lambrick's congregation

and that Mr. Underhill is a member.

Yet here you sit, brewing tea
as if none of it ever happened.

And I'm forced to wonder
exactly what it is

you hold over Flint that makes
everything I've seen possible.

You don't know what you've seen.

You didn't betray him?

I don't believe I did, no.

And if he's being honest,
neither does he.

I'm sorry.
I saw the look on his face

the last night he left this
place and I beg to differ.

Every man has his torments.

Demons born of past wrongs

that hound and harass him.

You perceive the effects
of Captain Flint's demons.

Echoes of their voices.

But I know their names.

I was there when they were born.

I know the things

they whisper to him at night.

So you can believe me when I tell you

that within his chorus of torments...

none of them look or sound like me.

I don't know what it is
that you owe Flint

or that he owes you.

But after the damage you've caused,

I know what you owe me and
I've come here to collect.

I need to speak with Underhill.

As a result of your actions, my
business interests are now vulnerable.

Acquiring the partnership of a
plantation the size of Mr. Underhill's

could help bolster commerce
on my side of the island.

My attempts to reach him by
letter have gone unanswered.

And considering your new friendship,

I would like for you
to help arrange a meeting.

I thought he was an enemy of yours.

Perhaps I'm willing to see
things in a different light.

Will you do it?

I'll try.

This isn't enough.

It's all there are funds for.

Then less flour and more rum.

Mr. Dufresne was right.

The men will expect some time
in town before we depart.

I want them as contented as possible
when I inform them otherwise.

The Spanish soldiers
guarding the Hulk

are four days removed by
longboat from St. Augustine.

By my reckoning, we got a week,

two at the most, before
King Philip takes his gold back.

There's no time for delay.

Get those supplies as quickly as
you can and meet me back here.

I'll engage Captain Hornigold

and make way for the ship
to enter the bay.

At least you won't have a
hard time finding him.

Isn't that Hornigold's flag?

Why isn't he in his fort?

What the fuck happened here?

I hear this is once again a place

where men come with coins
in their pockets

and secrets in their heads

and leave with less of both.

And I hear you're the one
doing the collecting.

You can relax.

I'm not here to stop it.

Your place, do as you like.

But there is a secret you
wish my help in obtaining?

New crew on the island,

captained by a man named Low.

They're hiding something.
A piece from their last prize.

Something unique.
Something of great value.

Seeing as his crew makes
frequent use of your girls,

I'd like you to find out what it is.

The other day I had
a moment with Eleanor.

Told her all the things I wanted
to say to her for so long.

That I was unbroken by her.

And I saw that it shook her.

And I felt happy.

And the moment she turned to walk away
from me, do you know what I felt?

The urge to go after her
and hold her again.

It's amazing, isn't it,
the spell she casts on us.

What are you talking about?

You're right.

Captain Low's men
are familiar faces here.

Just today I heard all the
Captain was talking about

were the awful things he'd like
to visit upon Eleanor Guthrie.

Given the timing of your request,

I assume you've heard the same thing.

Jack and Anne have no idea what
they're up against with you, do they?

The only question that remains

is what difference does it
make what his cargo is worth?

Though I suppose if the
value is great enough,

it would give you pretense to move
against him and call it business

instead of calling it
what it actually is.

I'm going to assume
we have an agreement.

It's not enough.

The money is generous,

but I'd rather have
something else from you.

Such as?

Your former shipmates,

they wish to sail again
under their own banner.

But so long as they bear the
black mark you put upon them,

their prospects will remain dim.

I'd like you to remove it.

I found a way
to stop caring about her.

Would you like to know how?

No.

You understand
the job I'm looking to fill?

Yes, ma'am.

And you understand what happened
to the last man who held that job?

- Yes, ma'am.
- What happened to him?

He said the Captain
put a sword in his mouth.

You should know that Captain
is still a threat to me.

You're not concerned about
stepping into the way of that?

No, ma'am.

I know him, ma'am.

I knew his sister before
they put us on the ship.

You asked me to bring one
I would trust with my life.

This is him.

I didn't get it.

I led myself to believe that I
would either never see you again

or that all our problems
would be solved.

I never made space in my mind
for something in between.

But I'm so very glad you're alive.

You were missed.

What do we do now?

Now?

Bloody go back and retrieve the gold.

Refit, hire a consort, finish the job.

Is that possible?

Well, it might have been possible

when I had someplace to
bring it all back home to.

Before the bay fell
into the hands of a madman.

Fucking Hornigold.

He told me Vane killed 30 of his men.

That he was prepared
to take back the fort,

but that you sabotaged his efforts.

I told him he must be mistaken.

Eleanor Guthrie would never
be so wantonly reckless

with the security of this place.

- I understand your concern, but...
- Do you?

Because what I find most
troubling about all of this

is the sense that you don't share it.

He came through the interior.

There was no warning.

Before I or Hornigold or
anyone knew what was going on,

he and his men were firmly
positioned up there

and threatening to sink
every ship in the bay

the moment we made
any move against him.

- So you did nothing?
- What would you have had me do?

Something! Anything!

Surprise him at night.
Use the tunnels.

He'd have sunk every ship in the bay.

He'd have sunk a few ships in the bay

and it would have been
a price worth paying.

You weren't here. And he isn't
the problem you think he is.

He has no interest in
disrupting the flow of trade.

You look me in the eye and
tell me that you're certain

that if I brought the Urca gold
back here past those guns,

he wouldn't use his position to
rob me of every last ounce of it.

I had to make a quick judgment.

And in the moment it was clear that
the sacrifice it would have taken

to get him out of that fort
was simply too great.

A Spanish warship fell upon us

before we'd found our way to the Urca.

At that point, Mr. Gates'
faith in our mission...

his faith in me was lost.

I had to use my judgment

whether to let him abort
our entire endeavor

and see my plans,
your plans, evaporate

or to stop him.

I stopped him.

What did you do?

What was necessary.

Because I knew that the future
of this place is everything.

And that there is no sacrifice

too great to secure that future.

I thought you and I were
in agreement about that.

I'm sorry you were put to that choice.

I know what he meant to you.

So we are in agreement, then?

He must be removed from that fort.

You've been through hell.

There's nothing about any of this
that can't wait till tomorrow.

Get some rest and we can discuss
this further in the morning.

I saw her today.

Mrs. Barlow.

She seemed concerned for your welfare.

I know you and her

didn't part on pleasant terms.

And perhaps
if you went to see her today...

Lady Hamilton.

I asked the carriage
driver for your address.

Lieutenant, it's rather cold out here.

I beg your pardon. Please, come in.

It's... tidy.

Lady Hamilton, it's very generous
of you to come visit me,

but perhaps I could now escort
you back to your carriage.

Are you familiar with Jonathan
and Margaret Grey, Lieutenant?

The Duke and Duchess of Surrey?

As you may or may not be aware,

they hold one of
the largest collections

of Egyptian artifacts
in all of Europe.

I thought perhaps today you'd join
me in viewing them as my guest.

You mean yours and your husband's?

Thomas is otherwise engaged.

It would just be you and I.

I don't think that's a very good idea.

Why wouldn't it be a good idea?
Would you not enjoy my company?

That would seem
to be beside the point.

- The point is...
- How it would look.

Yes, ma'am. Exactly.

Are you happy, Lieutenant?

Happy? In what regard?

In my experience, there is
an inverse relationship

between the degree
of one's happiness

and the concern one suffers
for what the neighbors think.

This isn't an abstraction, ma'am.

- Were your husband to hear...
- I love my husband.

I know what's said
about me behind my back.

Whispers of infidelities.
My husband's heard them.

And I suspect, given
the look on your face,

you've heard them, too.

Thomas and I are not
bothered by them.

The only question that remains is...

are you?

It doesn't concern you?

Pardon?

When you set sail,
my friend had his ear

and you were ballast.

Then he calls my friend a
mutineer and puts him in the sea.

Now he's giving you his ear.

How can you stand so close to him
knowing what he's capable of

and that sooner
or later you'll be next?

Five million pieces of eight.

Why? How do you do it?

You were right.

I don't know where her loyalties lie.

Told you as much.

Either we act now to
remove him or no one will.

We don't have time for this.

Every day wasted dealing with this
is a day closer to losing that gold.

Then I suggest we act quickly.

...and as many prizes
as I can capture.

And as for Captain, well,
you're looking at him.

Who were they?

Men wise enough to know
that on this island

three things are known to be true.

Number two is Jack Rackham
is a crew killer.

It'll turn.

I admire your optimism.

- Why didn't you wait for me?
- You were preoccupied.

If you're angry about the whore
and me, just fucking say so.

You have an itch that needs scratching.
Go with God.

My trouble isn't that she
knows how to play the thing

between your legs better than I,
but the one between your ears.

Do you honestly not see it?

That your judgment with
her is clouded at best.

That she knows it
and intends to use it

to drive a wedge between us, because
it is painfully obvious to me.

And there's nothing
I can do to counter it

when I'm on the wrong
side of that door.

Of course I can see it.

Then why don't you stop it?

I can't.

Join me.

Won't you?

Sit down.

What's happening exactly?

I'm repairing your reputations.

Public display of reconciliation.

So just sit there,

smile,

and let it happen.

To Mr. Hamund.

We hardly knew ye.

Look at the two of you.

Every reason to run
screaming from each other.

And yet you're still as thick
as the moment I first found you

fucking behind the galley.

You'll either be
the death of each other

or we'll all end up
working for you someday.

Doubt there's any third outcome.

Why? Why now?

I know what Low's cargo is.

No shit?

Stand up.

Will that do?

I believe so.

Congratulations, Jack.

Now you know what it's like
to rise from the grave.

Well, it's not exactly a feast,

but the food I've procured
should be waiting by the jetty.

Get rid of it. Dump it. Sell it.
I don't care.

- What about the crew?
- Tell them the truth.

It was stolen from them
by Charles Vane

and the horde of barbarians
he now commands.

They've run amok on the island
and no one's been spared.

Didn't you notice?

I want them boiling over
by the time I return.

Where are you going?

I see.

Where are we going?

I'm quite certain this isn't the
way to the Greys' residence.

I quietly instructed the
driver to take you home.

Propriety.

Lady Hamilton, do you know
what would happen in my world

if people just did as they please
with no regard for convention?

Columbus would still be sailing in
circles off the coast of Spain.

I imagine there are two kinds of
men who make their life at sea.

Those whose sense of duty forces them

to leave any sense of permanence
or identity behind them

and those for whom
that is the attraction.

Which do you think I am?

I think you're someone
who's very good

at managing how you're perceived.

And perhaps getting
what you want

without anyone ever
knowing how you did it

or perhaps if it ever happened at all.

Perhaps...

Don't tell me propriety has worked
its evils on you, too, now.

I was going to say...

that perhaps you're more
concerned with whether or not

people talk about what you and I do
may be doing behind closed doors...

than with what we actually are doing.

All right, start again

at the beginning of the measure.

State your name!

What's going on?

May I?

I admire you for coming
to see me earlier.

Showed you were a man
who knows his place.

That quality alone puts you ahead

of practically every other
Captain on this island.

So I'd like to make you an offer.

An offer?

Partnership between
your crew and mine.

I'm not interested.

But you haven't heard the deal yet.

I took the fort to control the bay,

but I have no desire
to waste away in it.

My place is at sea.

But as I'm certain you've heard,

I was recently deprived of my ship.

Which means I need a new one.

Were she to come with a
strong crew, all the better.

Let me stop you there.

Before I came to see you this morning,
I will admit I was concerned.

It's painfully clear you've got
feelings for the Guthrie woman.

If you could bring all your
men to bear to protect her,

to retaliate against anyone
who would move against her,

that might be reason enough
to let this whole matter go.

But do you know what I think now?

I think your men couldn't care
less about Eleanor Guthrie.

I think they find your feelings
for her to be pathetic.

I think you're powerless
to do anything about this.

And for all these reasons,
I think my feelings

about Eleanor scare you to death.

And I must say, coming out
here alone like this,

it only serves to confirm my suspicions.

Do your men even know you're here?

I recommend you get up
and get off my ship.

Don't you want to hear
the rest of my terms first?

By all means.

I get your ship.

I get your cargo.

I get your weapons.

I get it all.

And what exactly

would I get in exchange for all that?

A head start.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes doesn't work here anymore.

Found the prize they was hiding.

Just where the whore said she'd be.

Tobacco?

Tobacco, sir?

Tobacco?

Sir?

No, thank you.

Mr. Scott.

I apologize.

Didn't imagine your new crewmates

would appreciate you
and I speaking directly.

No, I don't imagine they would.

How have they taken to you?
Any better?

Hmm, small moves.

Flint came to see me today.

- I know he and Hornigold spoke.
- Eleanor.

And I have to believe that he went
to see him after he left my office.

- Were you there when...
- Eleanor.

I would ask you not to
put me in this position.

I swore an oath. I have an obligation
to Captain Hornigold's crew.

You don't have to respond.
Just listen.

I know Flint wants
Vane out of the fort.

I know Hornigold wants it, too.

Ordinarily, it would be bad enough

having them spinning
each other up about it.

But something was different today.

When I saw Flint, something
was different about him.

You know what happened
out there, don't you?

What happened to Mr. Gates.

I've never been under any illusions
of what he's capable of,

- but this is just too...
- Eleanor.

Where are you?

What?

For as long as I can remember,

you have told me how
important Captain Flint is

to the future of this
place, to your future.

You have put money behind him.

You have put your
credibility behind him.

And now you would resist him?

Join with Captain Vane against him?

This isn't about taking sides.

It's about protecting
the fort, protecting Nassau.

Eleanor, you need to ask yourself

what you want,

where your loyalties are...

and whom do you trust?

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I didn't do it for you.

Six men. Maybe seven.

That should be achievable now.

And with just this week's till,

we can most likely acquire a piragua.

It'll be a small start.

We're gonna sail again.

What the fuck are you waiting for?

Did he see you come up?

What is it?

There's something I need to show you.

That is the crown jewel

taken from the Good Fortune prize.

Her father is Lord Peter Ashe,

governor of the Carolina colony.

Low recorded in his log the ransom
amount he intended to demand.

They sedated her.

Soon as she wakes,
I'll get her particulars

and go ransom her myself.

Lord Ashe won't be trifled with.

I have no intentions
of trifling with him.

He's hanged men for merely
suspecting them of piracy.

He's fanatical about
exterminating men like you.

Eleanor, I wasn't asking permission.

I know what I'm doing.

I told the men what you asked.

They're not pleased.

Good.

Is it?

Once you go down this road,

what if there's no turning back?

I know how you all must feel.

How desperate you must be to go home

and be embraced by Nassau again.

But I'm here to tell you,

that place no longer exists.

It has been taken from us by a madman.

Held hostage by threat of force

that no one on the island
seems able to resist.

Now I would like to say

that the Urca beckons us.

That we should look the other way.

That the affairs of the beach
should never take precedence

over those of the purse.

But in this case, these issues
would seem to be one and the same.

Even if we could
make it ashore safely,

even if we could refit amidst
the chaos that has been sown,

even if we could ignore all of this

and go on to win the Urca's
gold, what then?

We return home only to have
Vane extort from us

the very prize that we have
sacrificed so much to win?

Nassau was unable to resist him.

But we have yet to have our say.

So at sunrise tomorrow,

we make our terms clear with no room

for bargain or compromise.

Charles Vane
and the animals he commands

have until sunrise tomorrow
to vacate that fort

or so help me God...