All language subtitles for Black Sails (2014) - S04E10 - XXXVIII (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)_Subtitles01.ENG

So, let us assume that the measuring
of you and your proposal are done

and that we are partners
in a venture

to acquire and reform Nassau.

Jack went to hunt Captain Flint.

Chances are good
you've seen the last of him.

When Anne was recruiting spies
in Port Royal,

she met a man with an estate
in the wilderness.

This man found it profitable to offer
his services to wealthy families

with a need to make troublesome
family members disappear.

What families?

Flint doesn't need to get far.

All he needs is to bury that gold
somewhere unknown and he's won.

Accept the treaty
and John Silver lives.

This war, it will not be
bargained away to avoid a fight.

Flint: Even if you could kill me,
how are you going to explain it to her?

She believes in this.

If it costs a war to save her,
you'll have lost her anyway.

Even you cannot construct a story
to make her forgive you that.

Silver:
Is this war more important than her life?

Answer the question.

| wanna hear you say it.

Man: What's to be done
with the unwanted ones?

The men who do not fit,

whom civilization
must prune from the vine

to protect its sense of itself.

Every culture since earliest antiquity
has survived this way,

defining itself by the things
it excludes.

So long as there is progress,

there will always be
human debris in its wake

on the outside looking in.

And sooner or later,

one must answer the question

what becomes of them?

(inhales)

In London, the solution
is to call them criminals.

To throw them
in a deep, dark hole

and hope it never runs over.

| would argue that justice demands
we do better than that.

That a civilization is judged
not by who it excludes,

but by how it treats the excluded.

That is not what I asked.

Many of the men incarcerated here
have enemies, sir.

Such is the nature of being
anathema to the empire.

And the only way I can protect them

is to ensure that once
they walk through these gates,

their anonymity is protected, too.

Here, they must cease to be
to be able to find peace.

| already said I'm not an enemy of his,
nor is the man who sent me.

Yes, and I believe you
when you say it, but still...

- Do you know where I come from, sir?
- No, I don't.

| come from Nassau.

My name is Tom Morgan.

| come on behalf of Long John Silver.

Have you heard of him?

Yes, of course.

Good.

Then I ask you again
and for the last time,

is the prisoner
we are looking for here

or isn't he?

(clock ticking)

(theme music playing)

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

Flint:
Come on! Come on!

- (gunfire continues)
- (men grunting)

Come up.

Quick! Get to cover!

- (shouting)
- Get on the beach!

When we make our landing,
pass word to the men I need Flint alive.

If he departed with the money,
he's the one who knows its whereabouts.

What of the others, my lord?

There are no others.

No quarter, Mr. Utley.

(gunfire continues)

(shouting continues)

Flint: Get to cover!

Give me your hand!

Give me your hand!

(whistle blowing)

(bell ringing)

- Man: Ready to starboard!
- Starboard!

Bring her about!

(shouting)

(men chattering)

Featherstone: Jesus.

Yeah.

Make ready to take on survivors.

Featherstone: An hour ago,
we were upon a fool's errand

to capture Captain Flint

and find an island that does not exist--

You're welcome for that,
by the way--

Evade a ship full of redcoats,

fight through a ship full of pirates,

and somehow get past
Long John Silver.

| don't know if you've noticed,

but this is considerably better luck
than you and I have experienced lately.

And yet somehow, I get the sense
you and I are possessed

of different instincts
as to how to react to this.

How would you like to react to it?

Throw him in a sack,
sail away from here,

let the Guthrie woman and her lawyers
deal with the governor,

and be alive come tomorrow.

He's headed for open water.

| noticed.

He has everything he came for?

We were at the camp.

They told me you brought the cache
to ransom for her life.

It's in the ground.

Ashore.

I'm the only one who knows where.

It comes out when Madi is safe,

when the governor is dead or captured,

and when we are ready to
return together to the camp

to resume the war to which
we all committed ourselves.

Then and only then.

Can you live with that?

(birds chirping)

She runs or she wants room
to fight this out?

You've met the man.
What do you think?

He'll never stop until
we're all hanging in his square.

Unless we defeat him today, together.

Get us underway and ready the guns.

- Man: Make ready the guns!
- We should speak.

The three of us.

Woodes Rogers
isn't going to receive a letter

from anyone's lawyer informing him
I've beaten him.

I'm going to tell him so.

- Jack...
- I want my money back.

If it takes rescuing the girl to get Flint
to dig it up, then, Augustus,

you and I are in
the rescuing business today.

Get us after that ship.

(footsteps)

Well, here I am.
What exactly is on the agenda?

Where did you go?

You were to follow us to the camp.

Your ship disappears
and then you arrive here

as though none of it happened.

Before we discuss anything else,
| wanna know where you went.

| went to Philadelphia
to see Joseph Guthrie.

You went to see Joseph Guthrie?

| presented him with a plan
to join our cause.

Every rebellion can use a wealthy convert
or two early in the game.

What did he say?

He politely passed.

Anne remained
to be tended to in the city.

Max with her.

Now that we're all caught up,

might we agree there are
more pressing issues at hand?

Namely, what we intend to do from here.

|I intend to assume command here,

pursue the governor,
and capture his ship whole.

Is that so?

We'll need to take her
without the use of our great guns.

It will be technically
beyond your capacities.

Without the guns?
Why would you--

It would put Madi's life
at greater risk.

Securing her alive
is all that matters today.

Return her, him,

and the cache back to the camp intact

along with the governor defeated
and in chains.

And news of it will travel far and wide.

The war will be fully, undeniably,

and maybe unstoppably underway.

Victory here today changes everything
for everyone forever.

And it is most likely to happen
under my direction.

Do you have anything to say about this?

He's right.

And you know it.

(sighs)

You people.

(sighs)

We need to watch him.

The governor is the danger ahead of us.

But if he has a chance to put knives
in our backs for the money, he'll do it.

You don't think I know that?

What the hell is this?

You cannot honestly believe
that placating me

is going to repair
what's been broken here.

| absolutely think
that it is repairable.

And no one is placating anyone.

Then what exactly is it
you think you're doing here?

| know what it's like...

to have lost her.

And then seeing a way
to have her back.

| understand what that must've felt like.

You asked me once what I would do,

what I would sacrifice

if it meant having
Thomas back again.

| honestly don't know
what I would've done.

| honestly couldn't say

| wouldn't have done
what you did.

| told you I'd see you through this.

Put things back together again
so that we can move forward.

| meant it.

(gasps)

Please know...

| was so conflicted
about all this when it began.

| knew it would be difficult
to separate them,

Flint and Silver.

They'd grown so close,

it was hard to know where one ended
and the other began.

| worried that the act of separating them
might destroy them both...

when what I wanted
was to remove Flint.

And I saw no other way.

But the things I've done
in the pursuit of it...

were intended to honor my oath.

But somehow, here I am now.

What I've just done...

there's no coming back from that.

(inhales sharply)

There is no difference
between Flint and Silver now.

Or between Flint and any of them.
They are all enemies of mine.

Now, I believe they are
outmatched today.

| believe at the end of the day,
there will be no more of them left alive.

But if somehow

they are able to prevail today
against us...

fight their way through
the British soldiers above,

through the governor,
through me...

| will ensure that at the end of it all,

when they walk through this final door,
there is defeat awaiting them.

You think killing me
means defeat for them?

You will have given them
a martyr to unite them.

(latch clicks)

(sheaths knife)

- (seagulls screeching)
- (men chattering)

Still no sign of her.

| thought he'd try to block us in ahead.

He's out there.

Maybe there, ready to loose his guns
once we clear the mouth.

We should veer to starboard
as far as is possible

and be prepared to take fire
when we do.

The captain suggests Eurydice is likely
lying in wait beyond that headland.

We should take measures
to prepare for it.

In the meantime,

why don't you tell me what the fuck
you're actually doing here?

You presented a plan
to the Guthrie family

to bolster piracy in Nassau
with Max at your side?

| sincerely doubt
you'd go along with any plan

that promised support
for the account.

And from there,

my questions only multiply.

Which is probably not a state
you want to leave me in.

A state of multiplying questions.

| suppose that makes two of us.

Because there is something in the air
between you and your friend up there.

It's just tension

between steadfast partners.

Or it's something else.

We could suffer under the weight

of our respective questions.

Or would you like to start
trading answers?

(seagull screeching)

Helm! Hard to starboard!

Put the wind on the port quarter!

Mr. Featherstone,
set the foresail!

Trim as we alter course.

What's happening?

We're gonna get hit.

My lord, shall we withdraw
in favor of a wider approach?

No.

| beg your pardon, sir, but there are
easier ways to attempt to board her.

| do not wish to board her.

| wish to cause confusion
and terror amongst her men.

| wish to shatter their spirits.
| wish to break them.

And then I wish to board her.

Keep her main mast
aligned over the bow.

Bow guns may fire at will.

(cannon fire)

- (shouting)
- Man: Fire!

Rogers: Helm, prepare to
come hard over to starboard.

Man: Helm, prepare to come hard
over to starboard!

Now!

- Brace for impact!
- Man: Brace for impact!

(bell ringing)

Target the rail!

Man: Target the rail!

Man #2:
Come on, men, fire at will!

Take cover!

Man: Stay down!

(ships groaning)

Ready the rest of the men.

And lead them over the stern.

Board them at the helm.

- The helm?
- Just get them ready.

When you're on board,
get below decks and find Madi.

Where are you going?

To turn us around.

Musket!

You.

Join the muskets on the foremast.

Musket. Reload!

Man: Target on the quarterdeck!

(gasps)

(grunts)

(grunting)

Man: We've broken free!

Hooks at the ready!

You load that now.

(screams)

(screams)

- (muffled shouting)
- (muffled gunfire)

Silver:
What are you doing down here?

Are you a fucking coward?

P-please, sir.

I'm just the cook.

(breathing heavily)

You had a prisoner here.

Is she still alive?

- (whimpers)
- Is she still alive?!

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

Don't worry.

No one's going under the ship today.

Though, the thought
had crossed my mind.

No, I'm quite certain
| can do better than that.

Flint: Time is of the essence
for what happens next.

It'll take the better part of a day,
maybe two, to secure the chest.

Captain Rackham
will ferry you back to the camp

aboard the Lion to relay the news.

Rackham:
I'd like to stay, actually.

To help see the chest secured properly.

Silver: Mr. Featherstone can see her
back aboard the Eurydice.

Provided the majority of men
crewing the Lion are ours, not yours,

and you remain on the ship
while we retrieve the chest.

Yes?

Let's go.

(birds chirping)

(Silver panting)

We'll rest up here.

| can keep going.

Flint: We'll rest here.

(labored breathing)

Flint: You really are getting
nimble on that thing.

Pain is an exceptional tutor.

Hmm.

We won't be going any farther.

Won't we?

| won't take another step
towards that chest

until I know for certain
that I'm wrong

about what I suspect
is happening here.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Please don't do that.

And what is it you think is happening?

| show you the chest,
the chest is brought out of the ground...

and then...

| don't know what then exactly,

but I doubt it involves

returning it to the camp as planned.

Am I wrong?

Tell me I am
and we'll continue on our way.

(owl hooting)

And then what?

This war...

your war...

her war...

Julius will be no obstacle to it.

As long as you and she stand for it...

as long as the treasure powers it...

nothing can stop it from beginning now.

Nothing but you.

Why would you want to do that?

This is what it would be.

Time after time after time.

Endlessly.

The measuring of lives

and loves and spirits

so that they may be wagered
in a grand game.

How much ransom can be
afforded for the cause?

How many casualties
can be tolerated for the cause?

How much loss?

That isn't a war.

That is a fucking nightmare.

And I cannot take a single step
towards leaving this forest...

till I know it's over.

This is how they survive.

You must know this.

You're too smart not to know this.

They paint the world full of shadows...

and then tell their children
to stay close to the light.

Their light.

Their reasons, their judgments.

Because in the darkness,

there be dragons.

But it isn't true.

We can prove that it isn't true.

In the dark, there is discovery.

There is possibility.

There is freedom in the dark

once someone
has illuminated it.

And who has been so close
to doing it as we are right now?

This isn't about England...

or her king...

or our freedom,
or any of it.

When I thought Madi was gone,

| saw for the first time,

| saw the world through your eyes.

A world in which there
is nothing left to lose.

| felt the need to
make sense of the loss...

to impart meaning to it
whatever the cost.

To exalt her memory
with battles and victories.

But beneath all of that,

| recognized the other thing
hiding in the spaces.

The one whose shape
you first showed me.

And when asked,

it was honest about the role
it wanted to play.

It was rage.

And it just wanted to see
the world burn.

| see a life for myself with her.

And I will not live it wondering
if tomorrow is the day

your nightmare finally
takes her away for good.

So, what next, then?

What decisions have you made
about what our tomorrows will be?

| made arrangements

to ensure that when we leave here,

it is with compromises in place

that will diffuse any threat of
widespread rebellion.

All this will be for nothing.

We will have been for nothing.

Defined by their histories...

distorted to fit into their narrative...

until all that is left of us

are the monsters in the stories
they tell their children.

| don't care.

You will.

Someday, you will.

Someday.

Even if you can persuade her
to keep you...

she'll no longer be enough.

And the comfort will grow stale.

And casting about
in the dark for some proof

that you mattered and finding none,
you'll know...

that you gave it away

in this moment on this island.

Left it in the ground

along with that chest.

This is not what I wanted.

But I will stand here with you...

for an hour,

a day, a year...

while you find a way
to accept this outcome...

so that we might leave here together.

For if not...

then I must end this another way.

(birds cawing)

- (chattering)
- (bell tolling)

Rackham:
Captain Flint is gone.

Gone?

Gone where?

Retired from the account.

He was persuaded that his efforts
were no longer viable,

that those closest to him
had grown tired of them.

And of him.

He then chose to walk away from it all.

He's no longer a concern of ours.

This sounds somewhat less definitive
an end than I had expected.

But far more effective.

For if our intent
was to extinguish his war,

feeding it a martyr

seems like an odd way
of going about it.

Flint had allies who would've only
been emboldened by his death.

Some of whom,
had they the desire,

could and would have
fought his war without him

to honor his memory.

Instead of a martyr,
we have fed it a story,

a tragedy that diffused
their fighting spirit,

and enabled

the more moderate voices among them

to press for a more moderate solution.

What is that?

A treaty.

Its terms conceived by Governor Rogers.

Its terms agreed to
by the maroon leaders

over a few scattered objections.

| can tell you whatever it is you want
to hear about Flint's whereabouts.

He's dead.

He's retired.

The truth of it matters not at all.

The truth is there will be
no maroon war in the West Indies

because the maroons themselves
have agreed to it.

All that remains, then,

is for you to purchase
Woodes Rogers' debts.

Force his default and incarceration

and see him replaced with a new governor
who will honor these terms.

You asked for proof of
Captain Flint's removal.

| cannot give it to you.

But this is a meaningful assurance
that the pirate threat is no more.

You asked for a governor
| would call husband.

| cannot give that to you either.

But I have given you a candidate

whose trustworthiness I can guarantee.

(whispers)
What candidate?

You want me to administrate Nassau?

These are the terms
under which it will happen.

They are the best I can offer.

Are they acceptable to you?

Rackham:
Just one more thing.

(clears throat)

Small favor to ask

before the ink dries

on whatever it is you've agreed upon.

Once the demand for repayment
has been made

and his default recorded
and the warrant sworn,

there will be a trial.

And at that trial,

the court will solicit affidavits
from his creditors.

Affidavits that will shape

the official narrative of the default.

The failure.

The humiliation.

For a man like Woodes Rogers,

how difficult that will be
to sit helpless

while history records
such an unflattering end

to what was once such
a promising story.

| suppose what I'm asking is,

once the time comes
to submit that affidavit,

I'd so love to help you write it.

- (men chattering)
- (birds chirping)

(dog barking)

Madi: Leave.

No.

The treaty is being ratified.

The chiefs from the other camps
will be leaving shortly,

along with the pirate crews.

The war is over.

Yes.

| don't know why you did this.

But I know you did this.

Sent me away from that island
so I would not see it.

Emboldened Julius
so I could not oppose it.

Orchestrated it!

Don't you dare insult me
by denying this.

Flint's war could only have one result.

A life of loss and misery...

and fruitless sacrifice.

- I had to stop it.
- You had to stop it?

And I'm not sorry for it.

| lost you once.

| would not do it again.

Captain Flint didn't retire from this.

It was important that they heard that,

but they didn't know him like you do.

| won't insult you by repeating it.

He trusted you.

He was your friend.

And you killed him.

No.

| did not kill Captain Flint.

| unmade him.

The man you know
could never let go of his war.

For if he were to exclude it
from himself,

he would not be able
to understand himself.

So I had to return him
to an earlier state of being.

One in which he could function
without the war.

Without the violence.

Without us.

Captain Flint was born
out of great tragedy.

You know this.

| told you this.

| found a way
to reach into the past

and undo it.

There is a place near Savannah

where men unjustly imprisoned
in England are sent in secret.

An internment far more humane,

but no less secure.

Men who enter these gates
never leave them.

To the rest of the world,

they simply cease to be.

| don't believe you.

| don't believe this.

Flint would have fought to the death
before allowing it.

He resisted... at first.

But then I told him what else
| had heard about this place.

| was told prominent families amongst
London society made use of it.

| was told the governor in Carolina
made use of it.

So I sent a man to find out
if they'd used it

to hide away one particular prisoner.

He returned with news.

Thomas Hamilton was there.

He disbelieved me.

He continued to resist.

And corralling him took great effort.

But the closer we got to Savannah,
his resistance began to diminish.

| couldn't say why.

| wasn't expecting it.

Perhaps he'd finally reached the limits
of his physical ability to fight.

Or perhaps as the promise of
seeing Thomas got closer...

he grew more comfortable
letting go of this man

he created in response to his loss.

The man whose mind
| had come to know so well...

whose mind I'd in some ways
incorporated into my own.

It was a strange experience
to see something from it...

$0 unexpected.

| choose to believe it

because it wasn't the man
| had come to know at all...

but one who existed beforehand...

waking from a long
and terrible nightmare.

(clock ticking)

Reorienting to the daylight...

and the world as it existed
before he first closed his eyes...

letting the memory of
the nightmare fade away.

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

- (insects chirping)
- (dogs barking)

You may think what you want of me.

| will draw comfort
in the knowledge

that you're alive to think it.

But I'm not the villain you fear I am.

I'm not him.

You sent a man...

to investigate this place?

Yes.

And he did this

and returned to Nassau...

all before the Spanish arrived?

Yes.

You didn't just betray my trust.

You have planned to betray it...

all that time.

Get out.

The pirates will be leaving here.

The chiefs.

But I will stay.

And I will wait.

A day...

a month...

a year...

forever...

in the hopes that you will understand
why I did what I did.

(choked up)
Get out.

(Madi crying)

Rackham: A story is true.

A story is untrue.

As time extends,
it matters less and less.

The stories we want to believe...

those are the ones that survive,

despite upheaval
and transition and progress.

Those are the stories that shape history.

And then what does it matter
if it was true when it was born?

It's found truth in its maturity,

which if a virtue in man
ought to be no less so

for the things men create.

As this relates
to your question specifically...

I'm sorry. Remind me,
what was your question, specifically?

- Long John Silver.
- Long John Silver, yes.

Please forgive me.

| will go on from time to time,

but generally in
the service of thoroughness

and always with
the best of intentions.

- I appreciate your indulging me.
- No need.

| was drawn in.

(chuckles)

Long John Silver's story

is a hard one to know.

(coughs)

Rackham: The men who
believed most deeply in it...

were ultimately destroyed by it.

(birds screeching)

And those who stood
to benefit most from it...

were the most eager
to leave it all behind.

Until all that remains of any of it

are stories bearing only
a passing resemblance

to the world the rest of us lived in.

(no audible dialogue)

Rackham: A world we survived.

A world that is no more.

| hear it ain't altogether over.

| hear there are still men
on the account here

under the blessing of the governor.

| hear he allows for it

as long as it helps drive up prices
for the merchants here.

| hear he allows you
to continue the practice.

That's why I came.

Two things you must know if you're
gonna be spending time here with us.

One, the governor.

Lovely man. Dear friend.

Might be the hero given credit
for the maroon truce,

bringing peace to the West Indies,

and finally, at long last,

bringing law and order to Nassau.

But let's just say he had some help.

And the true power here

is a little more complicated than that.

And two,

there is, by law...

and strict enforcement
of the administration,

no piracy in Nassau.

Not anymore. Not ever.

It's critical for commerce
this is known to the world.

Meet me at the jetty.

- (bell tolling)
- (seagulls screeching)

(goat bleating)

Rackham:
Are we ready to depart?

Don't remember talking about
bringing on new people.

- Uh, we didn't.
- Oh, I know we didn't.

He's come from the continent.

Served with the regulars in the war.

Mark. Mark Read.

You could be more welcoming
to new people.

Would it hurt?

Planning on bringing them all on?

All of who?

All the fools that have heard you may know
where to find Captain Flint's treasure.

The ones thinking
you may go looking for it again.

Thinking you'll make 'em rich.

The ones I worry might
just convince you to do it.

I've chased Captain Flint's treasure.

I've had Captain Flint's treasure.

It never ends well.

Rather than rush off after it again...

maybe let's just do this
a while longer.

Maybe...

Oh, is that it?

Still don't understand what was wrong
with the one we had.

Because what's it all for
if it goes unremembered?

It's the art that leaves the mark.

But to leave it, it must transcend.

It must speak for itself.

It must be true.

It's fine.

It's fine.

Get us underway.

(theme music playing)

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