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THUNDERCLAP

THUNDER RUMBLES

THUNDER RUMBLES

THUNDER RUMBLES

CHURCH BELL CHIMES

WOMEN CHATTER

HE INTONES UNKNOWN LANGUAGE

Forgive me, Father...

..for I have indeed sinned.

SEA BIRDS CAW, CHURCH BELL TOLLS

MEN SHOUT IN DISTANCE

COCKEREL CROWS

SHOUTING AND CHATTER

COARSE LAUGHTER

MAN:Behold!

A witness!

# Took the cursed Bonaparte and
threw a rope around his neck

CHILDREN:# Threw a rope around his
neck... #

Behold!

A good man!

Behold! A man of his calling!

Behold, a witness to God's deep
love for us all.

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

LOW CHORAL SINGING

Mrs Geary, I do not wish to be
indelicate,

but did you pay the grave-diggers
the extra shilling?

What extra shilling?To bury your
father deeper in the ground.

Resurrectionists pay extra to be
buried two feet deeper than

the rest.

That way, the grave-robbers can't
dig down to their meat

before the sun comes up.

My wife has
no business with the grave-diggers.

Her father will rest at the
regular depth.

DOORS OPEN

DOORS CLOSE HEAVILY

Dear God.

There walks a dead man.

SHE GASPS

Who is that?

Is hell opened up?

Dear Lord Almighty,
is that your brother?

Before we begin,
may we bow our heads in prayer?

Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...
CONGREGATION MURMUR ALONG

..thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

For as much as it hath pleased
Almighty God of his great mercy

to take unto himself the soul
of our dear brother, here departed,

we therefore commit
his body to the ground.

Earth to earth...

HE MUTTERS IN UNKNOWN LANGUAGE
..ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the
Resurrection.

HE MUTTERS IN UNKNOWN LANGUAGE

We will change our vile body...

HE CONTINUES MUTTERING

..according to the mighty working

whereby he is able to subdue all
things to himself.

WHISPERING IN UNKNOWN LANGUAGE

HE GRUNTS

'Sir?'

Mr Delaney, is it?

Sir?

James Delaney, is it?Who are you?

They said you were dead.I am.

Such a shallow grave they
dug for my father.

Are you short of
a couple of shillings?

He was buried to the depth of my
love.

Last years, he disgraced me.

Disgrace?

Hm.

WOMAN LAUGHS FLIRTATIOUSLY

Were those Negro words
he said over the grave?

Madness comes out through the
umbilical cord.

The pox in Africa goes directly to
the brain via these...these worms.

They... They crawl through your
veins.

Where is he?He went to piss.

Any business with him will be
conducted in my presence.

See, I have the advantage,
I have read the will.

Meaning what?

Meaning I need to piss and need
no-one to hold my cock.

Begging the lady's pardon.

HORSE NEIGHS IN DISTANCE

GUNSHOT, HORSE NEIGHS

How came you to know that your
father was dead?

I heard he was sick and I boarded a
ship.

Yes, he was sick from madness.

Hear that?

Bile and bitterness.

Not a single tear from anyone
at the graveside.

I didn't hear any piss at
the leather.

Perhaps you had no need, or perhaps
you came out here...with a purpose?

CHUCKLING:James...

Who are you?I'm Thoyt, your
father's lawyer.

Smallpox butchered me
down to the bone

and, yes, I have other business than
pissing.

You know, in all of London,
only your father believed you
were still alive.

It was a symptom of his madness.

But he would talk to you,
stand on the north bank of the river

and call out to you on the
other side.

Yes, I know, I heard him calling.

I'll speak plainly.

Your father drew up
a will of which I am executor.

In it, you are his only heir.

But, James, if you came home
expecting fortune, there is none.

The only legacy is a poisoned
chalice.

Talk to me of poison.

Well, it's a small...strip of
coastline, directly on the other

side of the world, which your father
held by treaty with the Nootka
tribe.

A wasteland.

If America were
a pig facing England,

it is right at the pig's arse.

Just rocks and Indians.

The land in your father's will is
not only useless,

it is dangerous to any who owns it.

They're my rocks now.

James...

I can arrange the immediate transfer
of this particular asset.

GUNSHOT, HORSE NEIGHS

I'll send you a formal proposition
in writing.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

THEY SING MOURNFULLY

Good day, sir.

These girls arriving are all whores.

They attend the funeral of a widower
because they know there'll be lots
of old men.

And that animal from Africa is here
to pick at an old man's bones, too.

Perhaps we should let Thoyt deal
with the matter.

Let's call our carriage.

HE PUTS DOWN GLASS

One thing Africa did not cure...

is that I still love you.

And if you are ever short of two
shillings, please do not

hesitate to ask, as Africa also
served me incredibly well.

Well, then you will have
no need for legacies now, will you?

We were just leaving.

Hm.

WOMEN LAUGH FLIRTATIOUSLY

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER DISTORTS

So, gentlemen, let's begin.

A clerk will record every word
that's said,

except when a fellow raises his
hand.

Words from a raised hand...
will not...

enter the record.

Now...the issue today is old man
Delaney.

May he rot in hell.
MEN CHUCKLE

The death of that mad old bastard
was welcome

and, as we thought at the time,
beneficial for the honourable East
India.

But things have changed.

Mr Thoyt, welcome.

Give us the bad news.

As the late Mr Delaney's lawyer,
I attended the funeral,

and a ghost appeared -

a son we all
thought dead in Africa.

James Keziah Delaney.

Mr Wilton,
I asked you to do some digging.

Which I have done, sir,
and most entertaining it has been.

In temperament,
he takes after his mad mother.

She was committed as
a resident of Bedlam.

Just stick to what we know
about the boy.

So, at the age of 11, his exhausted
father and new bride put his son in

as a cadet at the East India Company
military seminary in Woolwich,
the year of our Lord 1798.

Delaney's son was a...company boy?

And, Sir Stuart, odd to relate,

the records show
he was once in your own regiment.

Well...
HE CHUCKLES

I commanded so many of the little
bastards, I forget.

There is a copy of his attendance
record and the year-end report.

Yeah, year end record too.

My God!

Corporal James Keziah Delaney.

"Exceptional. Exceptional.
Exceptional.

"Musket, shipcraft, leadership.
Exceptional."

But, sir, then along came the year
of our Lord 1800.

Exceptional in different ways.

I would guess that confidence
allowed his true savage nature

and mother's madness to emerge.

The necks he broke always
belonged to officers.

And then there is the
setting ablaze of

a Navy boat in an experiment with
oil and mashed potatoes while drunk.
LAUGHTER

And a fight with
a bear in Chancery Lane,

a rebellion against the cooks for
bad custard, started by him,

and he raved about fortunes and
hidden treasures.

He tried to recruit other boys to go
down the river to India,

to trade with Red Indians,
to take gold from the Aztecs.

And more necks, more whores and more
custard. And finally...

I am almost exhausted in
the telling of it.

Finally, in the year of our Lord
1802,

he took himself off to Africa.

Well, now he is returned.

And Delaney's will leaves him
everything.

Including Nootka.

Do we have a copy of the
Nootka Sound treaty yet?

Where perhaps our lawyers
could pick it apart?

It's yet to surface, Sir Stuart.
And...

I believe only the original exists.

So, our lengthy negotiations with
the daughter were in vain.

If the will has not been read and
Nootka is so strategic to us,

why don't we just...burn it?

Even if I did, the son would have
natural priority over the daughter,

according to God's law.

And his return was purposely in
a public way.

Hardly the action of a savage.

Thank you, Mr Thoyt,
you may leave us.

Mr Pettifer, I hope the report from
the Africa desk is as thorough

as the one from Mr Wilton
in the records office.

According to charter records,

he went to Cabinda aboard
a ship called Cornwallis,

then boarded a ship called
the Influence, bound for Antigua.

It was a slave ship.

It sank off the Gold Coast, and it
was assumed Delaney was dead.

Then the...rumours began.

There have been rumours about James
Keziah Delaney these past ten years

but in the file I have put only
the facts, sir, not the rumours.

HE SNORTS QUIETLY

What are the rumours?

Awful, and unnatural, and, I'm sure,
untrue.

What...fucking...rumours?

BIRDSONG, MEN SHOUT IN DISTANCE

Right.

Who's there? This pistol is loaded.

My God.

Perhaps by ship and by
carriage. Hm? Come here.

Ahh!

Where's your propriety, Brace?
Servant and master? Get off me.

Begging your pardon, sir.What, why?

Begging your pardon, but what the
hell are you doing here?

Oh, no, there will be no pardon
for you

because you are the captain of
the mutineers.

And you will hang. For being a
pirate, you vagabond!

How's the leg?

I broke my left knee swinging from
a tree, being an ape for you.

You needed a brother.Still do.

But a broken down, bent, buckled old
butler will have to be sufficient.

You look the same.

I'm not.

Not tea, brandy.

Two glasses.

Sir?

Fetch two glasses.

They should have
invited you. To the wake, at least.

Serving stew in the backroom,
to hell with that.

In all of this dirty city,
there is no-one that I can trust,

do you understand?

Apart from you.

Ah!

BRACE COUGHS

You can spare me the old maiden
splutter, Brace. I know that you

polish off at least half a bottle of
Delaney Company Brandy every night.
Hm?

THEY CHUCKLE

James...

You could have written to
your father just once.

In the end, he was calling for you.

I know.

I'd say, "Come on, come in.

"Before the tide gets your shoes."

And he would light these
fires on the shore,

call out your name and talk to you.

Is that grief, James?

Is what grief?

And all the while, these gulls
hovered around picking at him.

Gulls only come if there is meat.

Oh, aye, meat there was.

Men of affairs, they call
themselves.

Don't you want to know what it is
they wanted, these gulls?

I know already.

I doubt that.

A base of land called Nootka Sound.

Nootka was my mother's tribe.

No. No, no, James.

Your mother came from Naples.

He bought some land and
he bought a wife.

And he bought them both for
gunpowder.

He told me never to speak to
you of buying her.

And yet he told me everything.

When?

When he lit his fires on the
foreshore.

Nothing you could tell
me about that man would surprise me.

He was half human at the end and
he would squat right here and

make deals with ghosts in
the flames.

And he would speak in
a language that was like...

It was like ravens fighting.

And he would talk to you, James.

And he would talk to Anna.

Salish.

My mother's name was Salish.

You know things only he and I knew.

Yeah.

And it's best we never talk of her
when we've had brandy.

HE MUTTERS

See, when you live alone with
a madman, you...

you become half mad yourself.
But here's the thing, James.

This Nootka Sound is a curse.

It will bring the King and Empire
down upon your head.

Please don't talk to me of sense,
Brace, because if it is you,

I might believe it.

And I have sworn to do very
foolish things.

DOOR OPENS

SNARLING

SHE CACKLES

FOOTSTEPS

If you're looking for money,
those accounts are ten years old.

Where are my father's inventories
and his shipping logs?

He burnt them all.

The only reason these accounts
survived was because I hid them

in case the taxman came knocking.

That was delivered
at 6am this morning

by a servant of Mr Robert Thoyt.

Thoyt has been trying to buy
the Delaney Shipping Company

from your father for three years.

Each time,
your da would go into the street,

scoop up some horse shite and
package it up by way of reply.

I imagine the envelope contains
a financial offer.

I imagine it does.

Do you have any horse shit on you?

Listen, the accounts told me that
we have a leasehold of 50 years

on the offices in West India docks,
32 years left to run.

Your father hadnae been up there
in eight years, sir.

They're all locked up.

Then I will need the key.

Oi!

What are you doing with the door?

You want a bush,
you come through me.

That is private property.

Helga, it's so good to see that
you're still working -

even still alive.

You know that I lay with you when
I was just a little boy.

Where did you get the key?This key?
This is my father's key.

Horace Delaney. Mmm?

Shit.

Yes, shit.

Your father stopped coming.
It was empty.

It was wasted,
so close to the docks.

You want tea?

No.

Do you want to fuck?

No, I want my family offices back.
Oh, God.

SHE MUTTERS

How much do you make here?

With the workers in the yard and
the boats that moor at the wharf...

..we make £10 a day.

I can give you five
and whatever you like.

Boys, girls, suck, fuck...

You have two hours to get out.

You say I took your cherry.

Mm-hmm.

Where have you been, little boy?

I have been in the world.Oh.

I have girls, but I also have men.

SHE CHUCKLES

They're not very good men.

You understand?Mm-hmm.

They have rocks for hearts.

They have knives and ropes.

If you have any sense...

People who do not know me
soon come to understand

that I do not have any sense.

Now, please do not
misunderstand the situation.

You send me 12 men, I will return
you 12 sets of testicles

in a bag, and we can watch your
little whores devour them together,

before I chop off your
trotters and boil them.

Two hours.

You...

I remember you.

I remember you. Heard the stories.

If I give you a girl,
I will never see her again.

You heard right.

Be punctual.

They've brought the carriage up.
Yes. I'm coming.

You're not imploring him
to relinquish his deed,

you're insisting that, for his own
welfare, he submit his claim to you.

Implore is a more feminine word.

And why must you be a woman to him?

The offer of £50 should be
conditional on him leaving England.

Why?

Because if he does not leave
England, I will kill him.

Why?

That is a very good question.

Why would I feel that way about him,
after meeting him only once?

The son of the same father
as the woman I love...

Why does a soldier know that
a nigger bowing low

has a dagger in his shoe
and is reaching for it?

Delaney is nothing more than
a nigger now.

You know that, don't you?

I have talked with seasoned
merchants who could barely

bring themselves to repeat
these stories.

Among Christian soldiers,

it's customary to bury the bodies of
your fallen enemy

and shoo away the dogs and crows
that come for the carrion.

Not kneel down beside them.

Try again,

this time reflecting
the disgust you naturally feel

now you know the truth.

Hmm?

The dogs here live off
the flesh from suicides

jumping off Blackfriars Bridge.

Never known one go tamely
to a man's hand.

Must be some witchcraft you
picked up somewhere.

What do you want?

You think your father's kid
feeds himself.

I heard you done
a lot of evil over there.

Now it's time for you to do some
bleeding good among your own.

Me and my wife have looked after
that boy for ten years

with not one penny from you
and nothing but threats

from the mad old bastard
you just put in the ground.

Now you're back, I want payment.

If it wasn't for us, that kid
would be sucking cocks in St Giles.

Mr Ibbotson, I've been meaning
to pay you a visit.

Bullshit.

You're a liar just like your father.
You're a Delaney.

Tell you what...

You get me an address,

and I will get you payment
in the form of a banker's draft.

How much?Enough.

Good day.

You don't even ask
how your own blood fares.

If you don't approve of me
steadying my nerves with Madeira,

then perhaps you should consult
the directory of

the Royal College of Physicians,
see you know many others of them

will agree
to carry out this kind of work.

I intend to mix the contents of his
stomach with potassium oxide,

calcium oxide and nitric acid.

I'll know in 20 minutes. Come back
when the church bell chimes.

HISSING

WOMAN SCREAMS

ECHOING VOICE:You did this.

You will pay for this.No.

No, because I have
no fear to feed you with.

No fear to give you
and I will prove it.

Sing for me like you once did
as the river caught your tongue.

Ee neem sea wo ha ha.

Suicide.

That will teach you not
to steal, won't it?

Ee neem sea wo ha ha.

Ee neem sea wo ha.

You're not here. You are not here.

I have no fear for you
and I have no guilt for you.

I did as others did
and as others had me do,

and we are all owned,

and we have all owned others...

..so don't you dare stand there
and judge me.

Today, I have work to do.

BELL TOLLS

The horizontal chamber contains
the gas from the stomach contents.

Now...

..the moment of truth.

As you see, the flame has formed
a reflective surface on the glass,

what is known as an arsenic mirror.

Your father was poisoned.

From the density of the mirror,

I would say heavy doses
over a short period,

and, yes, it would have affected
his mind in the later stages.

You want him reburied?

Yes, and sewn back up
into one piece.

I would recommend they dig
a bit deeper this time.

If this body is used for
any other purpose,

I will find you and I will kill you.

You tell every member
of your profession...

(..I know things about the dead.

(and I will know.)

Do you want any words said over him
when we put him back?

No-one is listening.

DOOR SLAMS

He's meeting with the East India.

Apparently, they're happy to deal
with the devil

and leave us penniless.

The letter, it seemed, did no good.

He was never one to be told.

Well, we have legal rights, and it's
time that savage was made aware.

I know he's your brother but...
Half-brother.

..he leaves me no choice.

SHE LAUGHS

HE CHUCKLES

I'm going out.Good.

I'm tired of these empty threats
you keep bandying around.

Empty?

I'm your husband and you
are my wife.

And I will protect our interests
by whatever means necessary.

And as for him,

well, he should have
stayed where he belongs,

in the jungle, dancing naked
and screwing wild pigs,

and his slaves in their chains.

He will leave soon.

You're quite right,
he doesn't belong in this world.

HE BANGS THE DOOR

I decided to bring it in person.

Now, this is for the past,
the present and the future.

Take me to the boy.

I want to see if you're
lying to me or not.

Yes, sir, Mr Delaney.

Do you want to talk with him?

No, I'm not a fit man to be
around children.

Fate can be hard, so you put money
aside for his future in case

he grows up to be rash, like me.

Will you wish to see him again?

No. Not ever.

John Pettifer, East India Company,
Africa desk.

James Delaney.

Benjamin Wilton, records,

Abraham Appleby,
our delegate from Christ,

and this is Sir Stuart Strange,

Chairman of the Honourable
East India Company

across the surface of
the entire Earth.

You don't remember me.

One remembers those one looks up to

more readily than those
you look down upon.

I believe you were a cadet.

Yes, you were my commander.

Oh, well, blame brandy and old age,
hmm?

Please, sit.

Brandy?No.

To begin, may I offer
our sincere...?

Please understand -
hypocrisy I hate most.

Indeed.

Let us not pretend...
No, do not pretend.

I wonder if Mr Appleby might be
allowed to finish a sentence?

We are told that in your
father's will,

you were bequeathed a piece of
territory which lies just here.

Mm-hmm.

As you will see, the small piece of
land your father bought off

the Indians is now by virtue of
geography a point of contention

between His Majesty's Government
and the cursed United States.

So...

Hmm?

Ah, Mr Delaney, you've been
in Africa for a number of years,

so you may be unaware that Britain
and the United States

are currently at war.

I know.

Ah, well, you will understand, then,
that private ownership of

the Nootka Sound landing ground
represents an opportunity

for our enemies who dispute
its sovereignty

when the time comes
to draw the border.

I know.

Yes, I know. I also know that

the British and
American Government are

preparing to begin their
secret peace talks in Ghent,

aren't they?

And negotiators are preparing
depositions to draw

the Canadian-American border for
when the current hostilities end.

And because of the strategical
position of Nootka Sound,

whoever owns it has
legal entitlement

to the entire island of Vancouver,

which is...

Well, Which is the gateway to...

..to China.

Hmm?

So this...

This small piece of land that
my father, erm,

bought for beads,

bless him, and gunpowder,

some 30 years ago,

actually will be very,
very valuable to the Crown

and to the East India,

but also incredibly valuable
to the Americans.

Mr Delaney, as a British subject,

you owe a debt of loyalty to your
King and country.

If patriotism is not
in your motivation,

perhaps money can be.

Before your unexpected return,

we had agreed a figure with
your half-sister.

Her husband drove
a particularly hard bargain.

I'm sorry, no.
Nootka Sound is not for sale.

Open the envelope.

Are you deaf?

Oh, Mr Delaney...
Mr Delaney, perhaps...

The Leviathan of the Seas, is it?

The terrible shadow?

The beast with a million eyes
and a million ears?

Conquest?

Rape?

Plunder?

I studied your methods
in your school.

And I do know the evil that you do
because I was once part of it.

Are you sure you won't take
a brandy?Yes.

Please take a moment to consider
the consequences of your refusal...

What consequences?
What consequences?

Perhaps we should adjourn.

Mr Delaney...

I'll give you one
last chance to behave

like a loyal subject of His Majesty
and the lawful crown of England.

like a loyal subject of His Majesty
and the lawful crown of England.

Sell this land for
a reasonable price.

Hmm...

Please.

The balance of your father's
mind was, well, unstable...

..but you have no such excuse.

Now, why don't you just open
the fucking envelope?

Mmm?

Hmm...

Good day.

DOOR CLOSES

Well...

HE LAUGHS

The son is as
unstable as the father.

Perhaps the rumours
about him are true.

I'd hoped to settle this matter
in a modern way,

but that's not going to be possible.

He's all yours.

'Dear James, the letter I sent
to you this morning was written

'under the supervision
of my husband,

'to whom I am happily married.

'It is more than ten years
since you went away,

'and at the time I was grateful that
you had decided to leave England,

'for both of our sakes.

'Whatever happens with this
business of inheritance,

'and no matter if it results
in a dispute,

'I hope I can trust you to keep
the secrets of the past buried,

'buried in a deeper grave.'

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