All language subtitles for Jamestown S03E02 Episode 2.track2

Willmus Crabtree. Respected
and venerated factor, sir.

Over a cup of sack, you could
suggest to me suitable premises.

I believed I would
never know true beauty

till I set my eyes on my own Virginia.

I don't know if I'm fleeing from tyranny

or running away from a broken
heart, but I have to go.

I have a promissory
note for you, Nicholas.

We must disguise any possibility
of conspiracy between we two.

Let every pair of eyes here
see what becomes of traitors!

Aw!

My beautiful girl.

Are you sick again?

Hey? Hush now.

Your pa's here.

Your pa will always be here.

What are you doing, Rutter?

Waiting, sir.

To see if he should blink.

This man counterfeited life so well,

perhaps he might play tricks on death.

Would you jest at a man's severed head?

Well, I think he might prefer
my jest to your axe, sir.

'Ere...

Get away, Rutter. Before I
enjoy your foolery too much.

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Pluck yourself from your
bed every morning, Jocelyn,

and look upon Farlow's head

that you might be reminded

that even you must bow to power.

Even you.

See? Yet another wasp at my mind.

England refuses to deliver
to us ships from Africa

filled with men, like Pedro.

Instead they grab vagabond
boys from the streets

and send them to work
in our fields as men.

Who would defy my command

that the Secretary's
head must remain here?

Look upon me.

All of you! I will not be defied!

Rutter! You were seen to give too much

attention to what was
placed upon that spike.

What use have I with another man's head?

When I'm tormented enough by my own?

Take a care who you mock, Rutter.

This spike, will stand here,

till the man guilty of defying
our Governor is found!

Give some ale to a man
just off t'ship, won't you?

Well, I would, if I could see
a man stood before me.

You might be pretty if you smiled.

Hey, that kind of cheek will
learn you a slap you won't forget.

I'll scrub your buckets better
than you can for that ale.

There's your water.

Tamlin Appleday. I'm to work
on Mistress Castell's farm.

What brings you here, Cap'n?

My ma was hanged.

Was she so?

I watched her being hanged.

Did you so?

I was this high.

Well, you're not much
taller than that now.

A boy don't need a ma. All
he needs is food and drink.

Ain't you just collected
all the wisdom in the world?

I intend to be King of Virginia one day.

Oh?

Well, go to, little Prince Tamlin.

I'm sure your mistress will
be eager to win your favour.

Do you know who took the
Secretary's head, Master Read?

Didn't I see you walking
beside our Governor?

Perhaps you're allies once more.

Are you to be granted more land to farm?

I often wonder about you, James Read.

You do not lack courage. You
do not want for capability, yet

while all the men around you who
came to Virginia are making rich,

here you are, king of your own
shrunken world of smoke and soot.

If I resist ambition, it's because
there are few who have both

riches and honour.

I do not seek sainthood, but
I do prefer not to hold hands

with shadows and clawed mad men.

When was the day, the exact moment,

when I grew tired of men
expounding their moral excellence?

Your balls, sir, sit softly in a sack

to give you quick advantage
on every effort of my life.

I do not say that your schemes
are not justified, Jocelyn,

only that they are dangerous.

Beware the darkness. Please.

You see this?

This earth is ours.

The Sharrows'.

You'll know this dirt well,
one day, my sweet little girl.

Yeah.

Ours.

Henry.

It is time that Winganuske took
the babe back to our village

to be raised with the women.

Chacrow, I respect your ways.

It isn't so much that my
girl is to grow up English,

it's that I want her here with me.

She is a Sharrow first.

Henry...

I have given you a child.

I will give another.

But the little one must be mine,

be her mother's for first years.

I've decided what it
is to be, Winganuske.

You'll abide by your husband.

The fighting Sharrow baby!

A-ha! Better today.

- Who is that boy?
- Tamlin Appleday, ma'am.

He works four times faster than
all the men, five times harder

and six times more cheery.

- Ma'am, he is curious.
- Why so?

Ma'am, he sings.

You have a marvellous
appetite for labour, child.

I have a marvellous appetite for

lying in the sun and looking at the sky!

Boy, I did not say you could
cease from your work.

I have done enough toil for today.

Then come with me.

So I might reward you
for your fine efforts.

I warm to contrary and
spirited souls, Tam Appleday.

But if one worker defies
me, then they all will.

You will labour when I tell you to

and you might enjoy a treat of
best beef when it takes my fancy.

Now, go back to the field
like a defeated animal

and you and I will be fine friends.

Henry! Henry!

The fever has returned, Henry.

We will go to the settlement
and speak to Dr Priestley.

Pepper, bring the horse.

Yay!

Ahh!

The boy is a miracle!

That's my drink, boy.

Don't you know respect...

If you have no goodness in you,

at least have the wits to
pick a fight you can win.

James, he's a boy. He's
drunk. He knows no better.

If you strike a man
from behind, you wretch,

you will die a coward's death.

Keep him away from me.

Child!

Ain't you a sorry fool
to your own self, huh?

Does Lettice have dainty feet?

I do not know.

Christopher, you are to marry the woman.

Every aspect of her must
be imprinted on your mind.

Tell me of her likeness.

Well, her eyes are green.

- And...
- Oh, I fear that green eyes

are renowned as the
picture of a shallow soul.

But I'm sure no woman named
Lettice could be shallow.

Jocelyn, why do you seek
to sow doubt in my soul?

Are you lonely?

No.

No. You are afraid.

I see it.

The babe has a terrible fever, Doctor.

Let the doctor take a look at her.
He'll know what the matter is.

- How long has she been sick?
- Virginia was stricken two days ago.

Crying as if she were
in pain. Just like now.

But her fever subsided.
I thought nothing of it.

She has an ague.

I saw a man with such
a fever two weeks ago.

Quiet yourself, women. The
doctor will heal the baby.

Has she been much by the river?

Yes. Always.

This man, did he... did he recover?

He did, yes.

We'll have to bleed her.

Place her on the bench
there, please. Hold her still.

Come on.

There you go. There you go.

Go wait here, Winganuske.
Let the doctor do his work.

Sir, our child is sick.

My wife believes that because

you're buckled-backed that
you were the cause of it.

That you... poured poisoned
spirits into the girl.

Then let me remove
myself from her sight,

so that you might pacify her.

Meredith?

Look at them, Verity.

Sitting there on the bed.

Hey.

Come back to sleep, lover.

Look. Little birds, Verity.

Such sweet cooing woke me.

Ain't we blessed?

Come back to sleep.

Come on. Go back to sleep.

Sssh-sssh-sssh. Sssh-sssh-sssh.

Whoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Er... Ma'am? Ma'am?

They was all working and Tam
the hardest of them all and...

And then he came to
find a rope on the tree

and swung and he
splashed and he laughed.

Then everyone started
swinging and laughing.

You, boy!

You will leave my land and you
will not return. Do you understand?

You are not wanted and
you are not welcome here.

- Hup-hup!
- Aho-aho!

- Hup-hup!
- Aho-aho!

- Hup-hup!
- Aho-aho!

Henry, Winganuske wants me
to fetch her brother here.

Then be on your way.

But she says I'm to ask
Chacrow to bring the sorcerer.

You must make your own
decisions in life, Pepper.

Master Sharrow,

are you to invite the Naturals to
display heathen rituals in Jamestown?

It'll be a comfort to my wife,

that is all, till little
Virginia's sickness passes.

But ain't we beholden to teach
them to be rid of their heresy?

When my skin was burnt,

it were the Naturals who
brought me back to life.

I have no cause to
condemn their beliefs.

Suppose they were to come here to
witness the benefits of our medicine?

I am told that the Indians value
evidence that displays a superior god.

You might use it to persuade
them towards conversion.

You see politics in a child's sickness?

I do not require lessons
in morality from you, sir.

Pepper, do as my wife
wishes. Deliver her brother.

Governor...

it occurred to me,

if we can provide some
display of English science,

it might persuade Opechancanough
to provide us with boys

to work on our farm in
exchange for learning.

I might carry the notion.

A woman?

To talk on my behalf
before the Naturals?

Never.

Do you suppose that I would let
Opechancanough consider me so weak?

It might happen,
widow, but not with you.

What are you doing here, boy?

Why aren't you at your own work?

Didn't take Mistress Castell
long to have enough of you.

Have you seen my husband?

He went out the gates.

If you find him, bring him back to me

and I'll feed you your breakfast.

Master Read.

You've set yourself above
the moral wheel of Jamestown.

Was it you who removed
the head from the spike?

The talk of the tavern is, Marshal,

that you wish to spare your companion

the same scorn in death
that he faced in life.

Sir!

What was the crime

that saw such a fine
gentleman as Secretary Farlow

separated from the seat of his senses?

For what sins had God put
that hump on your back?

Luck has blessed me, Marshal,

with not one ugliness, but two.

So that I will never know compliments,

never expect kindness,
never wish for flattery.

In short, so that I am free of any

and all obligation to
devotion or friendship

such as those that torment you.

Now...

you might wish to mark my name, sir.

Willmus Crabtree.

I have it heeded well enough.

I can sell the best goods here
as fast as I can ship them,

Master Read.

Is there anywhere in this world

where a man might better make a fortune?

Those that have the fire for it.

It must cost you quite
a penny to import such...

fine furnishings.

These are not my goods, sir.

I am merely an exporter's factor,

here to drum on behalf of better men.

Who is it that you trade for?

Isn't it marvellous
that men might grow rich?

Women, too.

Those that have land granted

to them might prosper beyond reckoning.

Now there's a woman who fears no God.

Who could miss how she defied

the Governor and had every
woman walk from the Assembly?

Oh...

Oh, but wouldn't she make any
man's cock dance to her tune?

I've seen how you look
upon her, Master Read.

It is not enough to desire such
a beauty. She must be tamed.

Oh? And how might a man do that?

First, the lady must
believe that only he

can see her truest loveliness.

Only he can perceive the
wonder at the core of her.

And do you suppose that the widow
would be so easily duped, sir?

The best deception is
served with sincerity.

I will show you how it is done.

Does the child suffer terrible, sir?

The vitality has been sapped
from all of her regions.

Sir, if the Naturals fetch a sorcerer...

...is it true they try to call
the evil out with singing?

I have never seen it.

I'm told that they do.

But the Naturals do have medicines.

They know the herbs
and the plants so well.

I have witnessed such
wonders of recovery.

Dr Priestley...

are you saying you prefer their ways?

No, I don't.

The child will be healed
best if I bleed her again.

Master Rutter.

Tam boy.

Did my wife send you here to find me?

She worries. She worries about me.

She thinks I'm bewildered.

A drinking man don't mind bewilderment.

Rest here with me, Tam.

I'm just sitting here and
watching the river flow.

Hey.

I know you have the rascal in you.

I was the same at your age.

All fights, roaring, revelling.

I saw you tearing the daylight
out of that tabor, boy,

and I said to myself, I says,

'Ain't it a miracle?'

That face of yours...

I know it well.

Tell me the truth now.

Is that why you come here?

To find me?

To discover your pa?

A man knows his own skin, sure he does.

- I'm to take you back, Master Rutter.
- Tam, Tamlin, suppose that...

Suppose we could say all them years...

...since I left were lost.

Now is the beginning.

Do you suppose we could do that?

Could we do that, little Tam?

He heard I were a mariner,
so he asked about the docks,

till a sailor told him that he travelled

with Meredith Rutter to Virginia.

Isn't that something, hey?

A boy come across the
ocean to seek his pa!

Hey.

I'm sorry, Winganuske.

I am truly sorry, Henry.

Sweet Sharrow child.

We take some barley.

Corn if there's no barley.
Oats if there's no corn.

Rye will do a fine job of it, my boy.

Here is where we do all the malting.

So it sprouts

and then dries in the kiln here.

Ah...

You will learn to love...

this mash tun, as your pa does.

Some put in honey for nourishment.

But we have the best hops.

And that's the flavour.

Did I tell you the wort
goes in the kiln?

You'll learn it all.

Where is my broom straw?

I'll be back!

Why do you let him call you 'son'?

It's what he wants.

He believes it, Tam.

Where is the harm in
that if it fills his heart?

Ah, sweet Tamlin, you're just...

You're just a golden boy.

If you give me boys to work on my farm,

we will teach them magic such as this.

Mercy Myrtle, meet my son.

When did he become your son?

I came here to look for my pa.

Why didn't you say that,
instead of working on the farm?

Master Redwick, sir,
my own son. My own son.

Dr Priestley, you're a
man of science, sir.

Can you see the likeness between us?

Be better familiarity when
Tamlin grows a beard on his face.

I can see the likeness now.

Master Thorpe! I want
you to meet my son.

I'm telling you, Verity, the
boy stole a knife from my forge.

- Did you see him?
- Well, if I'd seen him,

- I'd have tanned his hide.
- Then how can you be certain?

Verity, Why are you so determined

to protect that wretch from a scolding?

- Gonna find h...
- James! James, James.

Su... Suppose I plead with the child?

I'll ask him who took the blade.

James, I have never seen
Meredith this contented. Never.

He's sober.

He's working. He's brewing.

Last night, in bed,

he took me in his arms...

and he was a man again.

Something in young Tam has
restored my husband and I want...

with all my living soul

to hold onto that.

Your trade is booming, Master Crabtree.

Because Jamestown is booming, madam.

The ladies all wish to purchase
this fine looking glass.

Then why do you not sell it to them?

I'm saving it for you, Widow Castell.

But, sir, I do not want it.

Oh, but you will. Once you
perceive its attractions.

Please...

look into the glass.

Reflected back is a likeness.

Yours, for instance.

Your eyes blazing and beguiling.

Your face could put a pearl to shame.

Your form could mesmerise any man.

Perhaps that is what you see.

Look again.

I see there such a longing for...

What is it?

Ah, yes.

A yearning for wonder.

Most people live for the gains
of the flesh or the purse.

You, madam,

you seek the deepest glories of life.

You fancy yourself the poet, sir?

Forgive me, madam.

I am a man who cannot help
but speak what he perceives.

I thank you, Master Crabtree,

but I still have no intention
of purchasing the glass.

Oh, but I did not say
you would buy it, madam.

Henry, we must take the
child to our village.

She must be buried there.

She is a Sharrow.

She belongs on this land.

The priest must send the little
one on her way to the other world.

With all true funeral rites.

She is a Sharrow.

Henry...

the babe must be given her burial gifts

to take with her.

She is a Sharrow.

You said she would live.

Henry, I did not say that.

You said the man
you treated did not die.

- But I did not mean that your girl...
- You let me believe!

Henry, please, a child is weaker...

Listen to me. You speak
truthfully, Doctor.

For your life depends on it.

Was it your failing that
meant my babe did not survive?

You cannot ask the man
such a thing, Henry.

I believe...

she may have benefited
from some other medicines,

which the Naturals might provide.

But I didn't have the
courage to tell you,

because you placed your trust in me.

That was my failing.

When you pass me on the street...

you will not look at me.

You'll look away.

I never again want to feel
your measly eyes upon me.

Oh, Henry Sharrow!

Henry Sharrow, did you hear of it?

My boy came to find
me. This is my boy here.

Ain't you gonna congratulate
me on my blessings?

He ain't your son.

Don't you see the likeness?

Your son died at three years old,

while you were in the
alehouse filling your throat.

You've told me so yourself many times.

A dead child don't come back.

Meredith?

Henry... Henry is a man
broken by sorrow. That's...

That's only his own loss speaking.

Meredith? Meredith?

Would you take me?

Would you?

Would you make a fool
out of me? You... get up!

Come here.

Get out of my tavern!

You ain't no son of mine!

No son of mine!

Now get out of here!

Go on! Off!

This is my fault.

I should have told my
husband he was bewildered.

I should never have allowed you
to pretend that you were his boy.

That was your kindness to him.

And...

he will see that.

Tam?

Aaa-aaah!

It don't matter that
you're not our blood.

I'm here to tell you
that you have a home.

Here with us.

Where you can live.

Where you'll never be cast out.

Ma'am, I told him, I-I said,

'My-my mistress isn't here,
you must wait for her return.'

But, ma'am, he would not
listen, he simply carried it

into the house and placed it down.

What?

You've come to look at the
blood on my hand, have you?

Does that prove, does
it, that you were right?

And I was wrong about the
boy. He took a knife to me.

Oh, he's a dangerous beast!

I hope that you choke on your virtue.

I'm trying to pray to
a God I don't believe in.

I would pray to the clouds,

I would pray to the birds,

I would pray to you... I...

I would pray to the bastard...

doorknob, if I thought it would
give that child one moment

of knowing he is loved...

...he is wanted.

Sure, Meredith thinks
that Tam is like him.

But...

he is the same as me.

Willmus Crabtree.

He claims to be a man of trade,

when everything about him admits
that he is something of a hunter.

- Why do you say that?
- Because when

Governor Yeardley
stepped out of his house

carrying Secretary Farlow's head,
the world had its eyes on him.

Willmus Crabtree slipped into
Yeardley's house, quiet as a mouse.

What did he want in there?

I don't think he was mourning
the loss of the dead man.

Why did he do that?

Cos he knows who took
the head from the spike.

And you saw who stole it, didn't you?

It was our Governor himself.

You have fathomed me for more
than a merchant. Why is that?

Consider that it might be
because I allowed you to.

I've gained more land by the river
to farm and you will go there.

Without Maria. To live and work.

She wishes to stow away in a hold
and she wishes you to help her do it.

Will you help me?

You want to kill Yeardley? Will
your pride let you stay here,

when you know what will become of us?

Pedro?

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