All language subtitles for The.Long.Song.S01E02.eng

So, so pretty.
What are you going to call her?

July.

Yes, yes, I'll take her.

- Master, no! Master, please!
- Off!

Morning, Miss July.
My, how you're all grown up.

Morning, Mr Nimrod.

You will not ruin this
Christmas dinner for me, John!

It's high time we had some fun.

What's going on?

The slaves are burning down
the plantations.

The island's ablaze.

This programme contains some
scenes of a sexual nature.

Mama.

You have a fine son.

One more slave, so I'm takin'...

Mrs Mortimer!

Robert Goodwin at your service.

In just a few days, slavery,
that dreadful evil,

will be finally abolished.

Look at her.

The loss of her mama and of her baby
boy almost finished that girl.

Yet, her hair be braided neat,

her dress clean,

her face straight.

Only deep within them
black, black eyes

might you catch a flash of pain,

swift as a doll with two faces.

But upon this particular evening,
if you watch her close,

come, you might see her smile.

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What on Earth
was all that noise?

Big party, Missus.

Everywhere, all over the island.

For...

me is now free.

Of course, freedom come at a price,

for the new Queen in England say
that compensation must be paid

to the slave owners, of course.

Come,

Caroline even teach July
to read and write to keep track

of this big, big money coming in.

Molly!

And for the slaves. What they get?

Nothing. Not a penny.

No matter how July rise up
above all the other house workers...

still, she get nothing.

What good be free...

if nothing change?

Let me do it. Go!

Get out, go on, before him come.

All quite ready?

All ready, Missus, all ready.

Good.

Such relief.

To have a true gentleman
come to us as overseer.

At last, company worth keeping.

Mrs Mortimer?

There you are, Mr Goodwin.

- Do take a seat.
- Thank you.

I hope your accommodation
is satisfactory.

It's most satisfactory, thank you.

No, my needs are few.

I've just been making my preliminary
inspection of the estate.

How very industrious of you.

Bring the tea, Marguerite.

Yes, but I must say, Mrs Mortimer,
the plantation is by no means

running as efficiently as it could.

And the workers' accommodation,
that's in a dreadful state.

Never seen such a number
of miserable black people before.

Is that so?

I had no idea.

Since my brother died,
I'm afraid I find it

quite a struggle to manage
the estate on my own.

Well, of course, but,
in my opinion, Mrs Mortimer,

the wellbeing of the workers is the
key to the success of a plantation.

Really?

Absolutely, Madam.

In fact, my first suggestion
would be to tell the workers

how fairly you intend to treat them.

Especially now they are free
to leave, if they wish.

You quite...
Quite sure about that, Mr Goodwin?

Pour the tea, Marguerite.

Milk or lemon, Master?

Milk, if you please.

Yes, I believe wholeheartedly
that slavery is an abomination.

The Negroes need kindness,
that's what my father told me.

"Take kindness to them, Robert,"

"and then you will have
their love and respect."

Thank you.

Yes, my father's a man of God,
you see, Mrs Mortimer.

It was his wish
that I come to Jamaica

and help cleanse the stain that
slavery has placed upon England.

I see.

And Mrs Goodwin?

My mother passed
away some years ago.

I meant...

I don't mean to pry.

No, I've not yet
taken a wife myself.

My father encouraged me
to find my vocation first.

That's very wise, yes.

Leave us, Marguerite.

Yes, thank you, Marguerite.

Thank YOU, Master.

I think he found me very charming.

His long, elegant fingers.

I bet he plays piano well.

He comes from a very good family.

Even has a baronet
on his mother's side.

And sparkling, bluest eyes you've...

All right! That's enough,
Marguerite! You may rinse.

He's very tall, isn't he?

Very broad.

Tall and broad.

He's handsome...

Are you listening, girl?

I was just thinking about
what the overseer did say.

That we can leave, you know.

Any time we want.

Where would you go?

Have you thought about that?

Who would protect you?

No, no, you'd starve, surely?

You have a very easy life
of it here, I can assure you that.

Most other workers
in other plantations...

Marguerite!

Not all the Negroes were present
to hear Robert Goodwin

when he did first address them.

Some already pack up
and fled that plantation

to seek work elsewhere.

Others were still laid
up upon their beds

with heads too sore to listen to no
bakra man.

- Come in, come in, come in.
- What's going on?

Come in.

Come in, come in, come in.

Him surely have some fine,
fine boots upon him foot.

Not a spot of mould.

- Well, good morning to you all.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

Now, as you're all no doubt well
aware,

your mistress, Mrs Mortimer,
has, by the grace of God,

granted you your freedom.

- Right.
- Freedom!

But, listen, listen.

You must remember
that the houses you live in,

they don't belong to you.

No, they are the property
of your mistress, so,

if you don't labour for your
mistress, as you've done before,

then you can't expect
to remain in your homes.

However...

Him not talk truth.

Queen command we stay in our house.

- Hush up. Me want to hear.
- Don't hush me.

As before,
will be paid a fair wage,

out of which you must pay
a small rent for your homes.

Now, I know that some
workers have already left

and your number is depleted.

Therefore, we need those good
souls remaining to work hard,

so that the plantation of Amity
may thrive and prosper

once more for your
esteemed mistress.

And let us all thank God
for this blessing of freedom

and prove to Queen Victoria,
to the people of England,

and to your mistress,

that you are worthy of the kindness
that's been shown to you.

Not having this from no bakra no
more.

Thank you.
Thank you all for coming.

You may go.

You...

Do you think you have restored
their best feelings towards me,

Mr Goodwin?

Absolutely, Madam, yes.

I am certain of it.

Marguerite!

Marguerite!

There you are. Go to Mr Goodwin's
house and ask if he cares to dine

with me this evening.
We have beef!

I know he'll be interested in beef.

But it be raining very hard.

Never mind. You must go
now, so you have time to prepare.

Rain soon stop, me go then.

It's only a little bit of rain,
go now.

- But me can go later...
- At once!

Free.

Elias!

Elias, quickly!

God! Get him off me!

Right,
there's another one under there!

Quick, Elias!

Right. Right.

Right, there's another one here.
Right there.

- Quick, I can see it there.
- Me have them, sir. Me have them.

Right, put them in the box, put them
in the box. Quick, quick, quick!

OK, put them in the box. Right.

Just one moment.
We're just, um...

Just...

You're drenched!

Master. My missus want to know
if you come tonight.

Your mistress sent
you out in this storm?

What could possibly be so important?

Really...

Box full, Master.

Right, well don't leave it there,
Elias! Take it away, please.

Don't leave it on
the veranda like last time.

- Kill them and take them very far away.
- But me find plenty more.

You want to see, Miss July?

Elias, for pity's sake,
just take them away.

- But, Master...
- Elias!

Thank you.

Now you know how ridiculous
the new overseer is

whenever there's cockroaches
anywhere near him.

You can laugh all you like,
it is terror.

Well, them just be
bug-a-bugs, Master.

Plenty upon this island.

Them rose up by the rains,
but them have no harm.

Don't be feared.

Well, I'm very feared of them.

Did I hear Elias call
you something else?

Miss July.

Is that your name?

That be my true name.

Yes, Master.

Then why does your mistress
call you Marguerite?

I think it a pretty
name for call a slave.

I see.

And may I call you Miss July?

Well, then, Miss July.

What's your message?

Me missus want you to come to dinner
for she has beef. Must be eat up.

Right.

Well, I haven't had beef
since I arrived here,

so, yes, tell your mistress
that I gratefully accept

her invitation to eat beef.

In her company, of course.

Yes, Master.

Wait!

Let me give you...

Let me give you this.

Thank you.

Miss July!

Is it not?

You're walking all the way back
to Amity this hot, hot day?

Miss Clara, good day to you.

You have no parasol, Miss July.

You be getting very dark.

You still working
upon that plantation?

Yes.

I could not abide still
to be on a plantation.

The wife of a white man
on a plantation?

My husband would never allow it.

Your husband?

But you did not hear?

Mr William Walker, the attorney
at Friendship plantation.

Yes, him buy me a lodging house,
me husband.

A big white house on the corner
of Trelawney Street,

you know it?

Here.

But me forget!

Plantation slaves can't read.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hello!

Good day, Miss July. Are you on
an errand for your mistress?

Surely be, Master.

Well, then, may I drive
you back to Amity?

I've finished my business here,
I'm heading there now.

Yes.

- Yes.
- Come!

Thanking you.

Good day to you, Miss Clara.

From up high in the front
of that fine carriage,

the world did look very,
very different to our July.

And she found herself thinking

how Miss Clara
had come up in the world,

and of how she get there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Master...

No, please, please.

Me was just thinking.

Have you...

ever been to Scotchland, Master?

Er, no, I haven't, no.

I've heard it's very beautiful,
though.

Why do you ask that?

My papa be from Scotchland.

- Your father was a white man?
- Yes.

Me be a mulatto, not a Negro.

- And what was his name?
- My papa be Mr Tam Dewar.

- He was the overseer here?
- Yes. - Yes, right.

And be a fine overseer.

And your mother?

Her name be Kitty.

She...

She work in the first gang. She...

She was tall.

And strong.

And was Tam Dewar
married to your mother?

Them...

Them both killed, Master,
in the riots what did happen.

I'm so sorry, I'm so...

I didn't mean to upset you.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

It's all right.

Let me help you down.

- Let me...
- Oof!

I have a book on Scotland.

Perhaps you would allow me
to show it to you one day.

Thank you, Master.

I surely will.

What? Catching flies, Molly?

This one needs mending.

And this one.

These undergarments, look.

The silk here is almost in shreds!

- The rats been at them, Missus.
- What?

Them like chew the
sweaty part of the...

Stop!
Just have them washed and mended.

A gentleman surely deserves
the company of a lady.

Him surely do, Missus.

- Water.
- Put it here.

The Missus catch you in that,
she go and get you lash.

Well, she not going to catch me.

Where you be going in it?

Fishing.

Go and catch me a big old fish,
so me never need dirty me hand

no more.

What are you looking on me for?

Come on, now!

Goodbye!

Hey!

Miss July. Er...

Sorry, must have just...

Just for a moment.

Do you have a message for me?

No, Master, I come to see the book.

The book?

Picture of Scotchland,
where my papa be from.

Yes, yes.

Yes, the book.

Erm...

This be YOUR papa?

Yes, that's right, that's him.

Here we are.

Let's see.

Here. This is Scotland.

Be this where my papa live?

No, I doubt it. That's a castle.

Now, let's see if there's
something more...

Yes.

This is probably more the sort
of thing.

This be my papa's house?

Well, not this one exactly, no,
but something similar.

And...

what be these?

Sheep.

And what be sheep?

No, no, no.
No, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry.

I shouldn't have done that.

No, no, it be right, Master.

No, no, no, it's very wrong.

Very wrong.

My...

My father would not approve,
you see.

But your papa is not here.

No, he has the highest
contempt for white men

who abuse their position
with Negroes, you see.

But me is a mulatto.

- He sent me here to do good.
- He will never know.

Please, July, you have to leave.

You have to leave. I'm sorry.
You have to leave.

Why?

Because you're too beautiful.

You're too good.

Why don't...?

You have to leave. Please leave.

Just leave.

I will not give in to this, Father.

I will not give in to this,
Father, I promise you.

Right? I won't give in to this.

I promise you
I won't give in to this.

Let me whisper you a truth.

This is not the way white men
usually behaved

upon this Caribbean island.

For many weeks after that,

Robert Goodwin did stay away
from the great house...

until July feared she may
not see him again.

Until, finally, Caroline
could stand it no longer.

She demand his attention.

Missus.

What she be after?

Let's go, no slacking!

This is all being planted up
and fertilised,

and the first gang have
planted 3,000 holes a day...

which works out at
over six acres a week,

which, according to my research,
should give us a very healthy profit

indeed, actually.

I must say, it's terribly...

That's just the manure.

But I guarantee you,
Mrs Mortimer, at this rate,

we shall have the finest sugar crop
in all of Jamaica.

I think I...
Perhaps I'd better sit...

Are you all right, Madam?

Are you all right?

As a plantation owner,

of course I am interested
in management of my estate.

And yet, as a lady, sometimes I find
it a bit of a challenge.

Yes, well, let's...

- Let's get you into the shade.
- Here, Missus, you can lean on me...

One hand's plenty, Marguerite.

July knew those blue,
blue eyes of his

still be hungry for her.

But what, what was he waiting for?

Marguerite!

Marguerite!

Listen, you must know, right?
I can't hide it from you.

I love you.

- What?
- I love you.

Listen, I've made a plan that I've
just this minute set into action.

What plan?

It will work,
I promise you it will work.

- Tell me. Tell me.
- I love you.

Go, go, go.

Marguerite!

There you are!

What are you doing?

Yes, come at once, Marguerite!

Quickly.

There is so much to be done.

We must go into town first
thing tomorrow morning,

to the dressmaker's, of course.

And then there are cards to be
printed and we need to order a cake.

The finest cake.
Isn't it the most exciting news?

I didn't tell you.
I am to be married.

I am to be married
to Robert Goodwin.

Come, there is
so much to be done.

What fool, fool dream
had our July been nursing?

Caroline wasted no time
in becoming Mrs Robert Goodwin.

Eight letters had Robert
received from his papa,

urging him to take a wife
and start a family.

"Only a married man might
taste the joys of love,"

his papa say.

And having guarded his virginity
all these years,

now, on his wedding night,
how ready he was to taste them joys.

I must confess, I thought
I should never again

be blessed with love.

God has smiled upon me, Marguerite.

I am to be the happiest woman
in the whole island.

That'll be all, Marguerite.

Master.

What are you be doing here?

I think I've loved you ever
since the moment I saw you.

Every scrap of love I possess,

every scrap I lay before you now.

Will you have me?

Sorry, sorry.

God.

My God.

Ssh, ssh.

I must go get the Missus' breakfast.

No, no, no, no,
you're not to leave the bed.

- I must go.
- No, you are not to leave this bed.

- She need her food.
- No. She can feed herself.

It's true!

No.

No, no, no, no.

Breakfast, Missus.

That be all?

Something's come up in
the mill yard, apparently.

So I'll miss breakfast,
unfortunately.

But...

I'll be back for lunch.

All right?

Go on.

Oooh! Thank you, boys.

Robert know he could not
marry a Negro.

It would break his papa's heart.

But THIS arrangement
would be just fine.

Move it!

Aaaah!

We be slaves no more!

It would bring benefits to both
women, pride to his papa,

and pleasure to himself.

We be slaves no more.

Move!

We be free now, just like you.

We dance to no lash.

Yah!

Go 'long!

And, of course, Robert's marriage
meant that he was no longer

just an overseer.

But now lord,
master and owner of Amity.

I was thinking, after dinner,
we could spend some time together

in the music room.

I'm afraid I have work
to do after supper.

I need to, erm, go over
the books with Jackson.

It's been so very long since we
had an evening together, husband.

It's been months.

You wouldn't see the place
go to rack and ruin, would you?

No, of course not. I do think...

Then, perhaps tomorrow evening.

- Clear these, Marguerite.
- Yes, Missus.

My dear, you do know
that Marguerite is not her name?

What?

No, her name's Miss July.

Well, I've always known
her as Marguerite.

- Ever since she was a tiny girl.
- Nevertheless, that's - not her name, is it?

Her name's Miss July.

So we should address her as such.

Miss July?

Am I expected to take tea
with her of an afternoon?

Shake her hand?
Enquire about her family?!

Caroline, could you speak
in a lower register?

Missus.

And for you, Master.

Thank you, Miss July.

Miss July?

Do we have any pickle
to go with this cheese?

Surely, Master.

What kind of pickle you want?

Erm... Something hot, I think.

We only have sweet, Master.

But I can get hot pickle
in the market.

Miss Essie, she have the best hot
pepper pickle in town.

Does she now?

Well, I'd very much like to taste
her hot pepper pickle.

Come and sit with us.

What could possibly be the harm?

- Come and sit down.
- No, no, no, no!

Thank you, Master,
but I must return to the kitchen.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Get off, you.

You want to play games?

Now stand up.

Some sleeves.

Yes, please, yes.

I look like a beekeeper.

Why are you making me
your beekeeper?

You can go out and work hard.

You know, I've never been happier
than in this room with you.

You are my true wife, July.

And you are my big,
big blue-eyed husband.

To work, then.

- Got everything.
- Don't be long!

Come back!

I miss you.

Jackson.

How's everything on my estate?

Good morning, Mr Goodwin.

This field should be finished
by now, surely, no?

Where are the others?

Since they've been freed,
the lazier they've got.

Well, send someone to find them,
and get them to work.

Can't afford to let things slip,
even for a few days.

Savvy?

Good.

- No.
- Yes, all right.

All right. Come see your mama.

Who this?

You never see skin so pale.

This be good medicine.

Soothe the memory
of your first child.

Thank God you're safe.

Thank God.

The baby?

A girl.

- A girl?
- A girl.

Hello!

She's perfect.

You're perfect. It's perfect.

My...

My mother's name was Emily.

Do you think...?

Emily be a fine name.

I wish I could end
my story here.

But, no.

Girls, tea time!

Come in now. Come on in
and wash your hands.

Go on.

Tea?

It was not long after the
birth of Emily that Amity's fortunes

did flounder and the trouble
with the new master begin.

Now, as you know, three fields
of cane are ready to be taken off,

so we must work quickly
to get the job done.

However, since there are fewer
of you working here now,

I will need you all to work seven
full days a week from now on.

Seven days!

That's every person
over the age of ten years old,

man and woman. Understand?

Must work seven days a week,
otherwise the crop will spoil.

- It be Christmas.
- We promised time off!

Yes, I know that.

But the crop is ready now,
so we must harvest now.

If we wait until after Christmas,
the crop will spoil.

- You see?
- But me go see my wife.

Master, five days
a week we work for you.

Five days it be.

Yes, but five days is not enough
to take off a sugar crop, is it?

The cane will rot in the fields.

Come, James, you are a good Negro,
you know this to be true.

I tell you what, Master,

every one of us in health,
we work five days for you.

And we work hard.

It must be seven days.

Do you hear me, boy?

Just until the crop's in.

Yes, Master, me did hear you.

But...

me say five days.

We must have Christmas off.

Five days only.

We work hard five days.

Remember, if you do not
work when required,

then you will not be paid.

If you cannot pay your rent,
you cannot stay in your homes.

We build them house!

Our Queen tell us
we're staying with house.

Yes, but all free people,
even white people in England,

they all work for wages
as and when required

by their masters.

Look, look, I will give you
some time to think this over.

But I suggest you think
very, very hard.

Tell Master him think very hard.
We slaves no more.

Why you make trouble with him for?

It's only till crop be over.

Don't be fooled just cos
you having pickney.

Bakra all the same.

No.

Him different.
Him be good and him be fair.

Emily.

Let's have some food.

Me thinking, husband,
about the Christmas working.

Maybe it help if you just
talk to the workers.

I've talked to them.

And I've always treated them well,

so I don't know why
they're being so disobedient.

Because, husband, it be Christmas.

The more see them family,
the more work them gardens.

But I can't help that, July,
the crop's ready now.

- It's ready now.
- Mary Ellis have her son Alfred come.

Him walk many days for see her.
First time since him taken from her.

Them been planning this
for many, many months.

Yes, but they can visit them.
That's the point.

They can visit them
after the crop's in.

Yes, yes.

But for that, they must trust you.

Many white masters
not tell the truth.

Them tell lie.

- When have I...
- You is different.

I know you be different.

So show them.

Ezra, how are you, are you well?

Well, Master?

Yes, because I have
a proposition for you.

If you were to work
seven days a week for me,

I would pay you a very good wage,

and I would give you time off
once you've finished.

Now, how about that,
what do you say to that?

No, Master, me can't work Christmas.

Me go Unity. See me pickney.

- Me must walk a long, long, long way.
- Yes, yes.

Yes, that's what I'm saying.

Yes, you could,
you could visit them.

After Christmas.
That's my point.

Come on, Ezra, will you not
just do as I suggest?

Come on, say you will
and that will be an end to it.

Master, me no can go.

Mary. Mary.

It be Peggy.

Peggy, yes, Peggy, yes, no, I know.

Peggy, of course, of course.

Now, you'd be willing to work
seven days for me, wouldn't you?

Yes. You surely wouldn't
let me down?

Master, no.

We got Junkanoo.

Long time me plan it, Master.

Me make special dress.

Can't work, Master, can't work.

She says she must prepare
for a special party.

Dublin?

Now, come on, man, you understand.

The boiling houses must
be supplied with cane,

is that not correct, Dublin?

This is for the good of us all.

But, Master, it be Christmas

and me must go to church
to praise the good Lord.

Him never go to church!

He said he must go to church.

Yes, I know what he said,
I know what he said.

Stop! Stop!

Wait, husband!

Wait!

- Go. Go!
- Wait!

Go, go!

His father's quite wrong, you know?

I told him.

Negroes, they cannot
be reasoned with.

He's tried everything
he can to treat them fairly,

and look how they repay him.

His father's never even met a Negro.

They will never be civilised.

And they won't rest until every
planter in Jamaica is ruined.

Husband?

Come in now.

You work too hard.

You must rest.

How can they be so ungrateful?

Come.

See Emily, come.

No, July.

I'll make those niggers
beg to work for me.

I'll make them beg.

Though the wind be calm
that night and the sky be clear,

July did feel a great storm coming.

Let's put the past behind us, right?
And let's come together.

Me no have to serve you no more.

We stop work
and we paying no more rent!

No more rent!

May God protect and help us
this day as we do thy work.

Come on! Yah! Yah!

- Where be the Master?
- Master in east field.

Him not right, Miss July.

He does not want to see you.

He said so himself.