All language subtitles for Black.Sails.S02E10.480p

ELEANOR:
I discovered a plan to reclaim a prize

so large that it would
upset our world here.

Go get us our prize.

- Are you Underhill?
- I am.

We've no quarrel with you.
We will be taking the girl.

This is Eleanor Guthrie,
the trade boss in Nassau.

Imagine, sir, how London would react
to the arrival of the queen of thieves.

Flint stole from me and
I'm making it right.

BILLY:
You hate Flint. I hate Flint.

Right now,
Flint's plan is the only plan.

- You destroyed our lives!
- Miranda.

I want to see that noose around your
neck and I want to pull the lever

- with my own two ha...
- (Gunshot)

Pirate vessel, what follows
is a message from the lord governor.

I have placed Captain Flint
under arrest.

His trial will be swift and final.

I suggest we get him
the hell out of there.

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(Piano notes playing)

- (Clock ticking)
- (Piano continues)

Abigail.

Abigail, I've made arrangements

for you to be shuttled
to Savannah today.

(Plays note)

What?

You'll be taken to Mr. Ashford's house.

I'd like you to stay there
for a few days.

Why would you want me to stay there?

You know what's going
to happen in the square.

Yes, you're going to kill Mr. McGraw.

When these trials take place,

they arouse a great deal of passion.

It is natural.

But it's also something
I'm not comfortable exposing you to.

Is it for my welfare
that you want me to leave

or your own?

What?

You raised me to respect the truth.

To know it is the root of all virtue.

I'm asking if you're sending me away

because you're afraid
someone might ask me

what happened in this house last night
and that I would tell them.

Abigail, I understand that you're upset.

Why aren't you?

A man and a woman rescued me,

cared for me, delivered me home.

Now one of them is dead.
The other is about to be.

And the only man, it seems to me,

to have committed a crime in all this...

still works for you.

Is that not the truth?

(Distant rooster crows)

(Seagulls screeching)

What does it matter whether
they hang him or not?

We came here to retrieve this ship.

We've done so.

Ought that not to be the
end of the conversation?

We can say what we will about Flint,

and I've said my share,

but the world knows his name,
they know him.

And his body swinging over
the harbor of this place

sends a powerful message.

No one surrenders to a dying thing.

And that's exactly what
we'll be if we don't act.

Where are the men about it?

Well, those who think
saving Flint's a good idea,

you're taking ashore with you.

Well, it wouldn't make much sense

to take the ones who
think it's a bad idea.

No, you're leaving them with me.

And what exactly do you expect
me to say to them, do you think,

when they ask me why we
don't just turn around,

leave you here

rather than attempt to fight a fight
we are far from certain to win?

Tell them that this endeavor
is in their best interests.

Whether they can see that or not.

And then when they're
through having their laugh,

then what do you expect me to say?

(Scoffs)

Tell them that if this ship
tries to run on a skeleton crew,

they're going to get chased,
they're going to get caught,

and they're going to get killed.

See if that convinces them.

They're resolved to rescue our captain.

Yet, from the look of things,
they seem as likely

to slaughter us
as the Charles Town militia.

If not more so.

Who said anything about rescuing anyone?

Didn't Captain Vane?

There's a significant difference
between preventing Ashe

from making a trophy of Flint
and saving Flint's life.

Who's to say Vane doesn't
help Flint escape from shore

and then slit his throat the
moment we're in open water?

Along with all of ours?

That was dark.

(Footsteps)

(Seagull screeching)

You and your men are going
to remain under guard

while I go ashore.

You know,
we could help if you let us go.

You can also try and take back
this ship if I let you go.

We share an interest in
seeing Flint rescued,

but make no mistake,
this ship belongs to my men now.

It was bargained to us.
We claimed it and we intend to keep it.

What the fuck do you want from me?
Why are you here?

You could make this
difficult if you wanted.

Riling up your crew,

forcing me to divert
more men to guard you.

But if you meant what you said,

then we all face a war

that we must somehow face together.

And causing trouble wouldn't
make much sense, would it?

You want me to help you keep
my men under guard here?

So that, what,
you can kill us without having to hurry?

In a few hours,
when I leave that square with Flint,

it will be to a different
world than when I entered it.

And in that world,

killing 50 strong men of Nassau

able to stand up and defend her...

what kind of sense does that make?

What about your men?

'Cause I'm not sure they
share that assessment.

Some of them are,
understandably, displeased,

but there aren't enough
of them to sail the ship.

If you can keep your
men from provoking them,

I am confident things
will stand until I return.

Wait.

It isn't gonna work.

Your plan to rescue
Flint isn't gonna work.

But there may be
something I can give you

to make it work.

(Crowd shouting)

CRIER:
And of all the villains on the sea

to which we have become
accustomed to fearing,

is there a name spoken more frequently

or with more revulsion than Flint?

(Crowd shouting)

CRIER: Until today
and then potentially never again.

MAN: Burn in hell!

CRIER: Now cast your gaze upon
this once fearsome animal,

brought down by his
own hubris and folly.

The villain Flint who perverts the law,

kidnaps our women,
and slays our blessed sons.

I meant what I said earlier.

This outcome, it's not at all
what I would have wanted.

Vice Admiral Lord Kensington.

I don't need to explain to
you his interest in achieving

the greatest possible
exposure for this proceeding.

WOMAN:
String him up!

He's going to put on a show.

And once it begins, I fear I will
not be able to control where it goes.

Unless you give me
what I need to stop it.

Sign a confession

for crimes that you have already
tacitly admitted to me anyway.

I'll see this process stopped.

The sentence will be
carried out quietly,

privately tomorrow.

Spare yourself the humiliation.

Spare her.

I'll see she's interred
with proper respect,

- her name clear.
- (Coffin thuds)

Let her go to her rest peacefully.

You cannot tell me that isn't
what she would have wanted.

She was clear about what she wanted

and I don't think it had anything to do

with begging your forgiveness.

What she wanted was
the truth to be known.

What was the truth of it, my lord?

Why did you betray those closest
to you all those years ago?

Was it really so small
and vile as a bribe?

The promise of lording over
other men in this place?

Or were you simply too weak to say no?

Too cowardly to do the harder thing

and preserve your decency?

Tell me it was the latter.

Tell me this is all happening
because of your cowardice.

I could accept that.

I might forgive that.

MAN:
We want justice. Hang him now!

CRIER: And from this day...

I suppose there's my answer.

Even in this moment,

alone with a condemned man,

you are unable to speak the truth.

CRIER: ...one we must put down
to teach a lesson

to all those who brazenly follow

his villainous desires.

And lest you thought you knew
just how evil and devious he was,

you will hear of schemes
almost impossible to believe.

Employing his minions to dastardly ends.

Including a woman he conspired with

to murder our lord governor

in his own home

- and in front of his own daughter's eyes.
- Burn him!

- Behold his minion...
- (Crowd booing)

who tried and failed
to help Captain Flint

spread his evil deeds
here in Charles Town.

(Shouting, booing)

Go on.

FRASIER: I say I have the
situation completely under control.

- WOMAN: I doubt that.
- Enough, we must not act in haste.

And most importantly, we must not panic.

WOMAN:
Nothing here is under control, sir.

That much is painfully clear.

How is it you are the only
one of us that cannot see it?

I'm sorry, sir.

Miss Guthrie did not tell me
there was a meeting this morning.

I would have set up...

Where is Miss Guthrie?

She's gone?

IDELLE: Started spreading on
the street a few hours ago.

Word is Hornigold arrested her,

handed her over to the navy.

And what do they think of this news?

Depends which "they"
we're talking about.

The beach is drinking in celebration.

The queen is dead, so on and so forth.

And the merchants?

You know how they get.

A little unrest among the crews and
they sleep with one eye open for a week.

I think this is more than a
little unrest, wouldn't you say?

Yes, I'd say so.

Are you all right?

I'm wondering if they
will try her for piracy.

Do you think they would
do that to a woman?

Hang her in front of a mob

the same as they do to a man?

I know this must be difficult for you.

Less than you think.

How much coin do we have on reserve?

Reserve?

How much money can I have
on hand if I needed it?

The kitchen's funds, today's receipts,

the girls' stashes that we know about?

How would I know that?

Find out for me, please.

And have it made ready
for me immediately.

To buy what?

FEATHERSTONE: This journey
will be a strange one, gents.

Unlike any we've taken before.

Because of that,
I have been coy with certain details.

Namely what it is
exactly we'll be hunting.

That ends now.

Brace yourselves, gents,

and let me tell you a story

about a Spaniard named Vazquez.

Intelligence man...

(Featherstone continues)

But...

What?

Last night you said you'd
thought about not returning...

but...

Standing there on the
jetty in Port Royal...

I realized that was the
first time you and I

had been separated by that much
water since we was fucking kids.

Huh.

Being that far away,
you see things differently.

Helped me see what we are.

Maybe what we ain't.

You saved me from something awful, Jack.

And I owe you my life for it.

Maybe there's some part of
that you just can't owe.

But you can owe it to Max?

I don't feel that way with her.

I was at every tavern in that town

trying to find us spies,

build out this thing we started.

And every time I said my name,

they knew my name.

The first thing they said every time

was your name.

Like we was two halves
of the same thing.

I can't be your wife, Jack.

But you and I are gonna be partners
till they put us in the fucking ground.

As long as you feel the same.

If we run and they chase us,

what are our prospects?

Against two of them and shorthanded?

I'd call our chances roughly even.

Against three trained hunters,

if they have any idea
what they're doing,

I'd say we're about a
dozen skilled men short

of having any fucking
prayer of surviving that.

The captain says we wait, trust him.

Says this is all in our interests.

But the only thing he gives
a shit about is his own ends.

And there's not a goddamn
thing we can do about it.

(Vomiting)

(Coughing, retching)

Hey. Hey.

I think I can help you
get out of this place.

You've got about eight votes.

What?

Eight votes for quartermaster.

What the hell are you talking about?

If you hadn't have cut that forestay,

there's an argument to be made that Vane
would have set sail right away

and probably killed us all.

They know it

and it's having an effect.

I'm sorry, but I think you're wrong.

They all seem quite
content with Mr. Scott.

Two kinds of quartermasters
on a crew like this.

The one you feel you're
supposed to vote for,

and the one you want to vote for.

And the former always
gives way to the latter.

And you're comfortable with this?

Not remotely.

(Chuckles)

(Footsteps)

This one. Get him up.

What the fuck is this about?
What are you doing with him?

YARDLEY:
Shut up.

Hey, that's our brother you got there.

Put him down.

(Pistols cock)

- (Grunts)
- (Men shouting)

Move, you fuckin' die!

(Grunts)

Affidavits given by sailors
on ships you attacked.

Testimonials of widows and orphans

rendered into that
state by your actions.

And these are insurance petitions

for the loss or destruction of property,

again caused by your hand.

You stand before this court

accused of wreaking untold havoc

throughout the New World,

of clawing at the very fabric

of civilization that holds us together

with malice

and without regret.

Do you dispute this?

Do you have any response to
these allegations at all?

This forum is your
opportunity to be heard.

And the world is listening.

Deny.

Repent.

No one else is going to
speak on your behalf.

Will you say nothing
in your own defense?

You see? These crimes are so vile

that even their perpetrator

is struck dumb when
given a chance to speak.

FLINT:
I have one regret.

(Crowd murmuring)

I regret ever coming to this place

with the assumption that a
reconciliation could be found.

That reason could be
a bridge between us.

Everyone is a monster to someone.

Since you are so
convinced that I am yours,

I will be it.

- (Dog barking)
- (Crowd murmuring)

GUARD:
Sir! Sir!

ASHE:
What's going on?

Who is this man?

He says his name is Charles Vane,
my lord.

- (Crowd murmuring)
- (Whispers) Charles Vane?

What, and you captured him?

He turned himself over, my lord.

I came to offer testimony

in defense of Captain Flint.

It is his right, is it not?

GUARD:
He was carrying this.

If you are who you say you are,

why would anybody

consider you a credible
character witness?

It isn't my testimony I came to offer.

- It's your daughter's.
- (Crowd murmuring)

ASHE:
"I fear the stories I have heard

may have clouded the truth
more than clarified it.

As so many of the stories

were relayed to me by my father,

I am forced to wonder
if he is simply mistaken

or if his motives are something
more deliberate than that."

(Clock ticking)

There's no way of keeping
that out of the record?

Could you?

Of course you could.

You could just throw it into the fire.

But should you?

It was produced in front of
your entire constituency.

You are the protector
of the law in this place

and you brazenly disregard
that at your own peril.

(Scoffs)

All it takes is one juror
to be taken in by this,

one juror to be seduced by
the scandal of it all...

and Flint goes free.

Flint isn't going anywhere.

That book might engender a couple
of unpleasant months for you here,

raise a couple of
uncomfortable questions,

but what it will not do

is affect the outcome of Flint's trial.

Not with the jury we have empaneled.

The situation is well in hand,

I assure you.

And once Flint is swinging,

we'll turn our attention
to his associate

and have him installed right beside him.

- (Chatter)
- (Ducks quacking)

(Door opens)

A moment's peace?

Far from it.

I heard the Guthrie shipping
concern was officially disbanded.

Captains Naft and Lawrence's
crews scattered to the wind.

And Mr. Frasier left to
preside over its remains,

empty warehouses, and this tavern.

Were I in your situation,
I might be willing

to consider selling whatever
interests I had left here

and moving on to a more civilized place.

I've heard I ought to expect this visit.

Heard that the madame from the inn

has been taking advantage
of the panic in the street,

offering the merchants
pennies for their interests.

For a few whose faith in
this place was truly waning,

the chance to leave with anything to
show for their interests was a blessing.

You'll find me less eager
to sell than the others,

for I know that your faith in this place

is derived from the secret knowledge

that it is soon to be
awash with Spanish gold.

Even if the gold does return,

it does not alter the reality
of what this place is becoming.

If anything, it will aggravate it,

especially for you.

Is that so?

The pirates of New Providence Island

are about to become more powerful
than they have ever been before

at a time when they
would be less restrained

than they have ever been before.

And this tavern will
still be the crossroads

where their world connects to ours.

Where their disputes are aired.

Where their business is conducted.

Where their passions are expressed.

Is that truly something you want
the responsibility of managing?

So that's it.

You believe you can leap
into Miss Guthrie's shoes

and lord over what remains
of their family's enterprise.

I have no interest in making
the same mistakes Eleanor did.

No interest in fencing their plunder.

No interest in lording
over them in any way.

For people like us, power in this place

is most effective when
it is least perceived.

That is my offer to purchase your
inherited interest in this tavern.

It is more generous than any of the
others received by your colleagues.

I will expect your
response by nightfall.

Why is this so important to you?

Why offer more for this
place than the others?

Sit.

(Metal squeaking)

The conflict ahead
promises much risk for us

and very little reward
to compensate for it.

And so we would like
to leave this place.

Now, your friend over here

says you're just the
man to help us do it.

My problem is a shortage of manpower.

I need more men than I have
to fully crew this ship.

And I can't simply release your
crewmates indiscriminately.

I'd be inviting a counterattack
to reclaim the ship.

So I want names.

Names?

One list, 10 men.

Those most likely to
consent to join my crew,

help me sail this ship away from here.

And the men whose names
aren't on that list?

I told them we ain't got no
real connection to this crew.

You help him, we both get
safe passage back to Nassau.

No.

No?

I won't do it.

No!
(Groans)

Do not doubt my seriousness.

In a short while,
escaping from this place

will be far harder than it is right now.

Right now,
the only thing preventing a clean escape

is the men to make it work.

And you're gonna give me those men.

Now, if you kill me,
what good will that do you?

None whatsoever.

No.
(Grunting)

You'll let me know when
I might have those names.

Wait, wait! Stop! Stop!

- (Cracks)
- (Screams)

CLERK: "I am forced to wonder
if he is simply mistaken

or if his motives

are something more deliberate than that.

I fear the stories I carry with me

are my sole comfort.

From across an ocean, it is hard to know

what the New World is.

All I knew were the stories I was told

of monsters and valiant men..."

What the fuck are you doing here?

Came to take your ship.

Stayed to get you out of all this.

Figured if anyone was going
to make a trophy of you,

it really ought to be me.

So this is your plan?

Walk in here and read a girl's diary?

More or less.

I see.

So now you have everyone's
eyes where you want them,

on the two of us, what happens next?

(Bell ringing)

- (Distant dog barking)
- (Chatter)

(Distant dog barking)

(Metal clanging)

(Men shouting)

CLERK: "So much lies ahead
in Charles Town, a future..."

When it happens,

once I'm free, whenever it is,

you won't want to get in my way.

When it happens,
we will be moving to the jetty

and out of this place.

Didn't come all this way to have
them kill you steps from the gallows.

FLINT: They're all trying so
hard to convince themselves

that they have nothing to be afraid of.

How is running gonna change that?

What do you suggest?

That we remind them

that they were right to be afraid.

CLERK:
"I have to tell you what I know.

The ship was set upon by Captain Flint."

What are you doing?

I wish to speak on
behalf of the defendant.

You have not been recognized.
Sit back and you'll...

These men convinced you
that they speak for you.

- KENSINGTON: How dare you?
- That the power you've given them

is used in your interests.

I will not have the order in my
court usurped by your foul desires.

That the prisoner before you is
your enemy and they your friends.

For those of you who
live to see tomorrow...

know that you had a
choice to see the truth

and you let yourselves
be convinced otherwise.

That's enough!

Bailiffs, remove him.

(Crowd clamoring)

I said remove him from the dais.

(Cannons booming)

(People screaming)

(Screams)

- MAN: Stay down!
- Fire!

(Screaming)

- (Grunting)
- (Choking)

(Bone snaps)

- (Grunts)
- (Guard screams)

Wait! James!

(Groans)

Her word will be the
last word for this place.

Move!

(Screams)

Give me the names!

(Screams)

- (Knocks)
- What?!

They've engaged the blockade.

The patrol ships are scrambling.

Weigh the anchor.

I'll take my chances sailing
over taking on those ships.

- (Pounding)
- What?!

I gave you an order.
What is your fucking problem?

SILVER:
The question you should be asking is

where are his keys...

and has he seen them since
he took me away from my men?

(Shouting)

(Gunfire)

(Grunts)

(Man screaming)

(Screams)

- (Shouting, grunting)
- (Thudding)

- Get down.
- Stay where you are.

Get canvas out quickly.

Set the full sail.

(Groaning)

Take him to Howell.

Help me.

If those ships flank us,
they'll have us.

Then let's make sure they
don't get that chance.

Gun crews at the ready.

MAN: Gun crews at the ready!

Fire at will.

- MAN: Incoming!
- (Men shouting)

Ah!

(People screaming)

(Yelps)

There they are!

- (Gunfire)
- They're over there!

- (Cannonball whistling)
- MEN: Ah!

(Neighs)

- (Cannonball whistling)
- (Woman screams)

(People screaming)

- The buildings on the right!
- Every building!

MAN: Look down there.

MAN #2:
Quickly.

(Cannons booming)

(Yells)

(Grunting)

(Groans)

- Open the door!
- Set us free!

Let's go!

- There they are!
- (Men shouting)

- MAN: Move!
- Ah!

(Shouting)

Come on!

Target that launch. Go! Go!

Hurry, lads. Hurry.

- Fire!
- Get them both!

Men!

- Take aim.
- Behind them.

(Man whistles)

(Grunts)

Bring him. Bring him, quickly.

- (Groans)
- Gently. Gently. Easy.

- It'll be all right.
- (Groans)

(Panting)

That's it. Someone give him some rum.

(Groaning)

Come on.

(Silver screams)

Oh, come on.

I'm sure we've all seen worse.

I'll do what I can.

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

God.

A bit of turmoil since you left.

But it's under control now.

Release those men.

What?

Captain.

I know what happened and I don't care.

I'll not hold pirates
prisoner on this ship,

not after today.

Keep your men in line.

Take us back towards the sandbar.

Southwest corner of the bay.

We'll start from there.

Ready the guns! Full complement.

(Men shouting)

What's the target, Captain?

Whatever's left.

MAN:
Heave!

Would you like me to clear the room?

Why would I want you to clear the room?

When the shock sets in,
you may lose faculties.

Some men lose their bowels.

I can do it with as few
as three or four men.

We're not going anywhere.

I don't want this.

If it doesn't come off quickly,
you won't make it three days.

Did you not fucking hear me?!
I said I do not want this!

You'll die.

This way, there's a very good chance
to prevent it.

The crew will look after you.
Don't worry about that.

Hold him down.

It'll be all right, mate. Come on.

Cannonballs!

(Men shouting)

- Three, six!
- Heave!

- No! No!
- Steady.

(Grunting)

No!

MAN: Why don't you move it?!

- Ready?
- No! No!

(Muffled cannon fire)

(Music playing)

(Waves crashing)

(Men shouting)

Where are we?

Just south of Inagua.

Winds blew us east.

We stopped off in Tortuga to refit

and garner news,
of which there was plenty.

Eleanor Guthrie's been arrested.

Currently on her way back to London

in the custody of Her
Majesty's Navy to stand trial.

For the first time since I've known it,

there is no Guthrie in Nassau.

One gets used to a state of
affairs for such a long time,

it's easy to forget that
they're all just transitions.

Specks of dust suspended in the air

until a strong enough gust comes
along and rearranges everything.

A strong gust has come to this place.

The men can feel it.

Know it will upset everything
they thought they understood

just a few days ago.

They'll need to lean on something solid.

On the men who can reassure them

that in times like these,

there are some things
that can be counted on.

They'll look to me for that.

But they'll also look to
their new quartermaster.

They voted?

A few days ago.

I...

I think the men wanted to
tell you when you awoke,

so try and act surprised.

It's a funny thing.

The more those men need you,
the more you need them.

And it drives us to do the
most unexpected things.

There's something you ought to
know before we reach Nassau.

About what we'll likely face there.

Before my misfortune

at the hands of Vane's lieutenant,

our friend, the scout you sent
to oversee the Urca beach,

confessed something to me.

He told me that the news he brought us

about the gold having been recovered...

was a lie.

A falsehood he perpetuated himself

so that he could sell the
gold's location to another crew

in exchange for a larger
share of the prize.

He told you this?

I'm sorry, I'm...

I'm having a hard time...

He lied to us all?

And then he sold the
information to another crew

so that they could retrieve the gold?

Yes.

Who the fuck did he sell it to?

(Panting)

(Chatter)

- (Chatter)
- (Seagulls screeching)

Where have you been?
What took you so long?

The information we were given was...

incomplete at best.

There were still healthy
Spanish soldiers on that beach

and they fought...

like hell.

Is that the Walrus?

It is. We found her there.

Needed to get her seaworthy
before we could depart.

You needed to?
Why would you need a second ship?

We needed the hold space.

Would you like to see something shiny?

(Lock clicks)

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