All language subtitles for Black Sails S04E09 (Bia2Movies)

SILVER: Your plan failed.

We're moving on to my plan.

Go get it. Bring it up here right now.

Go get what?

FLINT: We had it in our hands.

This war was breathing
air. It was alive.

Do not ask me to choose
between a war and a wife.

DE GROOT: Skeleton Island,

well outside the
established trade route.

FLINT: It's no accident
that Billy chose it...

a place likely to put
us all out of balance.

That man, I have it on good authority,

claims to have been to Skeleton
Island, and can show us the way.

FLINT: I find myself in
need of a new partner.

If our cause is to survive,

some of us must find a way
to keep our wits about us

on behalf of those who cannot.

SILVER: I sent six of my men after him.

I instructed them to kill Captain Flint.

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[footsteps]

[heavy breathing]

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[chuckles]

What are we looking at?

Nassau.

Thereabouts.

A few days over the horizon,

just waiting for us.

Can't you see it?

After I just climbed that fucking hill,

- are you being serious right now?
- [chuckles]

In a few weeks time,

I will lead a pirate fleet of
unprecedented strength over that horizon

into a battle of
unprecedented importance.

With a little luck,

that battle will end with us taking
Nassau and beginning a revolution.

I cannot do it without you.

So it would benefit all
involved, you not the least,

if, when the battle begins, you
aren't killed by the first fool

lucky enough to swing a sword your way.

You wanna teach me to fight?

I know you know how to fight.

I want to teach you how
to fight and not die.

You'll have more control with that.

I know how you feel about
being seen without the leg,

but when the fighting truly begins,

all that matters is what
makes for the greatest...

advantage.

The men...

I have to manage how they see me.

I understand that's part of my job.

But for pride to be an
issue between you and I...

well, I...

I think we're playing past that by now.

Don't you?

Hmm.

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Do you really imagine
a few weeks of this

is going to make much of a difference?

Am I not what I am at this point?

It's better than nothing.

Right.

You're not concerned about this?

Concerned?

Well, you say you'll
be teaching me to fight.

But if every man fights differently,

seems to me what you'll
really be teaching me

is how to defeat you.

I'll take my chances.

Shall we?

[birds screeching]

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Tell me you know where they are.

Laid eyes on Flint and the other
just as we entered the trees.

At some distance, but we saw them.

Sent the men after them.

Carrying that chest, they won't get far.

Well, Flint doesn't need to get far.

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

How long did he give you?

The governor.

He said I have till sunrise
tomorrow to return the cache.

But I don't think we're
going to have that long.

He gave me the time for
his benefit, not mine.

He's preparing to make a move.

I know not what, but
he's preparing for it.

And there's little I can do
about it until I secure that chest

and have it to bargain with.

- [distant gunshot]
- [bird screeches]

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[birds warbling]

Which one of them is going to prevail?

Which one?

Mr. Silver assures me he can
retrieve the cache from Flint

and resume our transaction
on its original terms.

If he is incorrect...

I will have some
difficult choices to make.

You know the two of them.

Now that they're facing
each other as opponents,

I'm asking what sort of
outcome I should expect.

Silver has the men.

And...

Flint is on his own out
there and disadvantaged.

That said...

Flint's been on his
own and disadvantaged

countless times since I've known him.

And here we are.

Suppose what I'm saying is...

if I were you, I would
assume the worst...

and act accordingly now
while you know you still can.

[distant men chattering]

My Lord, the mist is heavy.

It may be our best chance to
move with minimal casualties.

I'd like to see her again.

She'll never accept your offer.

You are, for now,

a necessary evil here.

Do not test my patience.

Bring her up from below.

Now.

- [insects chirping]
- [birds calling]

[grunting]

What's this?

We tracked him this far,
but the trail splits in two.

Well, it seems he may
intend to divide our numbers,

improve his chances.

If they say you know his
mind as if it were your own,

we thought you might have a better idea

which way he went than we could.

How in the fuck would I know
which way he decided to go?

All Flint needs is an hour, maybe less,

to conceal that chest in a way
we couldn't hope to recover.

Every moment we stand here deliberating

is a moment closer to his victory.

The three of you, that way.

You, the other trail now!

He's right.

Flint likely seeks to separate
them, gain an advantage.

I know.

So it's likely you've just sent

one of those two groups to their death.

As long as they expose his position.

I wonder if he knows...

just how much you learned from him.

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[grunting]

Your opponent's wrist

is from whence the attack is born.

It is its past tense from
which it cannot separate itself.

The end of the blade,
where the attack arrives,

is its present tense,

which also cannot be denied.

You're still watching my eyes,

which is a good way of
getting yourself killed.

How exactly is one supposed to watch

two points in space at the same time?

Practice.

All warfare is the same.

Two questions are of
paramount importance...

who was my opponent yesterday,

and who is he today?

Answer those two questions, and
there is very little he can...

hide from you.

What?

Who you were.

[scoffs]

I have no idea who you were.

Not before we found you, at any rate.

Jesus Christ,

don't do that.

If you want to know where
I come from, just ask.

I think I just did.

You know all there is to know.

I was born in Whitechapel,
never knew my mother.

I had a wholly unremarkable youth.

- Spent most of it at a home for...
- Home for boys.

I know, I know.

You, uh... you told me once or
twice of your experiences there.

[sighs] Except it isn't true.

Is it?

Why would you say that?

I remember when you first told me,

it sounded like a... invention.

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About one story that bled into others

I'd heard told elsewhere to the crew.

I didn't think much of it at the time.

I suppose I assumed that if you
ever became somebody worth knowing,

I'd learn the truth of it eventually.

Only...

in this moment, I'm
realizing that never happened.

And what is of some
concern to me is that...

despite how invested we each
are in the future of the other...

you just told me that story again.

Why is that?

[sighs]

It isn't important.

All right.

Although, you know
that isn't true either.

Why isn't it true?

I'm sorry, the more I
try and dismiss this, I...

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You know my story.

Thomas, Miranda, all of it.

Know the role it played in motivating me

to do the things that I've done,

the things I will do.

It has made me transparent to you.

Not only that, but when
I told you this story,

you insinuated yourself into it.

The latest in a line
of ill-fated partners,

situating yourself such that...

were you and I ever to come to blows...

I'd be forced to hesitate
before doing you any harm.

- Slow down, I...
- I'm not angry with you.

It's just...

you know my story.

And for some reason, I cannot figure...

I don't want you to know mine.

[crutch scrapes]

Wait a minute.

I...

I understand your concern.

I just...

[sighs]

We'll resume tomorrow.
Is that all right?

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[insects chirping]

We found him.

I don't see the chest.

Track marks go back 200 yards.

He dragged it here.

Should we fetch Mr. Hands?

[blade scrapes]

[birds chirping]

[snaps loudly]

We should head back.

[distant rustling]

[neck snaps]

[groans]

[Colin groaning]

[both grunting]

[groans]

[grunts]

[shouts]

[panting]

- [wood creaking]
- [men chattering]

You sailed with Avery.

Long time ago.

20 years?

More, even, maybe?

More, aye.

Mm-hmm.

You do know where you're going, yes?

No, seriously, I've got
quite a lot riding on this.

One day, you'll leave the account.

Take a wife, father children.

See less and less of the sea

until she becomes like a
painting hanging on the wall,

static and irrelevant...

to your daily existence.

But she'll keep on calling you.

And when she does,

you'll step into that painting

and feel the swell beneath your feet.

It'll all come back

as if it were like yesterday.

Is that so?

I've watched you and yours

handle the account
since I and mine left it.

Accomplish things that
no one I ever sailed with

could dream of.

From what I've overheard,

if you reach Skeleton Island,

might mean the end of the governor.

Maybe keep the account
alive a little while longer.

Is that so?

That and more.

Then I'll take you to it.

Hold on to this for as long as you can,

for all of us who once had it...

and walked away.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You have no idea the
restraint this takes.

How urgent the instinct
towards violence.

How certain the conviction
that it would be deserved,

given what you and your
partners have destroyed,

what you've taken from me.

To me,

compromise seems a
loathsome, unbearable act.

What compromise can there be

with the man responsible
for the death of my wife?

Or with those who would follow him?

[metal scraping, clicking]

You're luckier than you know...

[clicking and scraping continue]

so much luckier than you know

that in this moment I can still hear
the faintest of voices in my head

arguing against the alternative.

[knitting needles clicking]

If I must compromise
to avert a dark end,

then so must you.

[chandelier squeaking]

I've offered you
freedom for your people.

I have offered you more than
you have any right to expect.

And still, you will not say yes.

So I come to you one last time,

to ensure you cannot say no.

- Accept the treaty...
- I will consider no treaty of yours.

... and John Silver lives.

Refuse...

and he dies...

along with the rest of the
men who followed him here.

And from what I understand,

he is the one who matters most to you.

The one with whom you might lead a life

if you can set aside your
pride in this moment.

Do not make the same mistake I did.

[knitting needles clicking]

Do the deal.

The voice you hear in your head...

I imagine I know who it sounds like,

as I know Eleanor wanted those things.

But I hear other voices.

[clicking continues]

A chorus of voices.

Multitudes.

They reach back centuries.

Men and women...

and children who'd lost their lives...

to men like you.

Men and women and children

forced to wear your chains.

I must answer to them

and this war...

their war...

Flint's war...

my war...

it will not be bargained
away to avoid a fight,

to save John Silver's life...

or his men's...

or mine.

And you believe what you will,

but it was neither I nor Flint...

nor the Spanish raider
who killed your wife.

That, you did.

[clicking stops]

Sergeant.

Take her below.

- Are your men ready?
- They are, my Lord.

Then we move now.

Ready the launches.

[door closes]

[distant men chattering]

[birds calling]

[sighs]

- Any sign of them?
- No.

Nor the chest, nor any trail for either.

- We should move.
- Move where?

Flint's almost certainly
disposed of the cache by now.

For all we know, he's headed back
to the Walrus as we speak.

Leverages his sole knowledge
of the chest's location

to gain control of the men.

Then maybe attempts to
rescue Madi, maybe not.

Maybe he's already factored
her death into this.

A martyr to feed the cause.

Fuck him...

for dictating this outcome to me,

for swearing his
friendship falsely to me,

for his arrogance,

his indifference.

HANDS: So, what are
you gonna do about it?

You've been warned so many times...

by Billy, by me, by Flint's own actions.

And despite that, despite this,

I think when we meet him again,

you will look for reasons
to forget it all again.

You've come all this way,
traveled all this distance,

and when he starts talking,

you won't have learned a goddamn thing.

We've come all this way.

How far are we from
where the paths split?

Hm.

Two hundred yards, give or take.

More.

He never would have got
this far ahead of your men

carrying that chest.

The chest was never here.

He left it behind.

[grunting]

You think they'll figure it out
that we dropped it down here?

We need to get it in the ground.

Come on.

[both grunting]

DOOLEY: Heard some talk
in the camp before we left.

They were talking about what
happens when it's over...

if the war ends up what
everyone says it will be...

about the spoils we all
stand to gain from it.

But what you're talking about
is bigger than that, isn't it?

But if we succeed...
if we are to succeed

and leave this island
with the alliance intact,

I'm having a hard time
seeing how Mr. Silver

can be a part of that now.

He'll come round.

Once she's safe,

then he'll be able to
see things clearly again.

I hope so.

If not, if he needs to go...

You're too important to what comes next

to have to bear a burden like that.

So, when the time comes, I'll do it.

Fuck!

FLINT: You're still leaning forward.

- [sighs]
- Let's go again.

I have no story to tell.

[seagulls screeching]

It all might seem as though I'm trying

to conceal something from you, but...

[sighs] truth is...

there is no story to tell.

No one's past is that unremarkable.

Not unremarkable, just...

without relevance.

A long time ago, I absolved myself

from the obligation of finding any.

No need to account for
all my life's events

in the context of a
story that somehow...

defines me.

Events, some of which, no one
could divine any meaning from...

other than that the world is
a place of unending horrors.

I've come to peace with the knowledge...

that there is no storyteller

imposing any coherence,

nor sense, nor grace upon those events.

Therefore, there's no duty
on my part to search for it.

You know of me all I
can bear to be known.

All that is relevant to be known.

That is to say, you know
my genuine friendship...

and loyalty.

Can that be enough and there
still be trust between us?

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Again.

We're nearing the turn point.

Good.

That's good.

Once the range marks align,

we'll have a sense what
direction we're to head in

to reach the island.

How far out, do you think?

Oh...

could be a few days,

maybe less.

When we sailed for the Urca gold,

I remember something of this feeling.

So much to be gained.

But this is different, isn't it?

How so?

Well, then,

even a complete and thorough success

meant a qualified victory.

On some level, whether we were prepared

to acknowledge it out loud or not,

I believe we both knew the
fortune would likely cause

as many problems as it would solve.

But now,

if that man out there can
fulfill his promise to us,

if we can prevail over
Flint and the governor...

and I feel we can...

I don't know why, but I feel it.

Am I mad?

Tell me. I'm asking.

I don't think you are.

I've...

thought the same thing. [clears throat]

The result ahead of us...

promises to be a victory...

of a different sort.

A true victory.

Freedom...

in every sense of the word.

[exhales]

How many men in the history of
the world have ever known it?

How remarkable a moment is this?

How fortunate are we to be
standing on the threshold of it?

[knocking at door]

Yes?

[distant chatter]

What is it?

[men chattering]

James said he saw him
clutch for his chest.

Then... he just dropped.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

- Should we...?
- Mm-hmm.

MAN: His heart gave out.

[chatter]

So, you asked him to recount for you

what he knew days ago, yes?

- Of course.
- 'Course you did. Good.

And you can get us to our destination
without his assistance, yes?

MAN #2: His heart gave out!

Do not fuck with me.

[man shouts indistinctly]

Of course I can, truly.

I'm almost certain I can figure it out.

[men chattering]

MAN: Get the fuck up and sail.

- [birds chirping]
- [insects chirping]

[men chattering]

All is well?

I thought I heard it.

Thought you heard what?

A woman.

Or what sounded like a woman.

Wailing...

just faintly from the trees.

[birds calling]

Mr. Wallis swears he saw a mermaid

swimming beneath the surface.

[wood creaking]

Mr. Jones heard the voice of his mother

accusing him of
infidelity to her memory.

The mind is prone to
mischief, I suppose.

Mm-hmm.

- Especially in a place like this...
- [wind howling]

remote and...

full of stories.

There are no monsters in the dark...

though there are dangers.

Let's take care to tell the difference.

Lay our attention on the latter.

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[birds chirping]

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[chest thudding]

[panting]

[chest thuds]

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[grunting]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[groans]

[groans]

Fuck!

[screams]

[swords clank]

[groaning]

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[grunting]

[growls]

[Dooley groans]

[grunting]

[groans]

[grunting]

- [groaning]
- [gasping]

[grunts]

[blade rings]

[thuds]

[panting]

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[man shouting]

MAN #2: Hey, the hold's on fire!

What happened?

[men shouting]

MAN #3: Men in the water!

Launches in the water!

- MAN: From the Eurydice!
- [men shouting]

Oh, good God.

[panting]

Don't wait for me! Go!

[birds calling]

[breathing heavily]

They'll be upon us soon.

You'll have to put it in the ground.

Can you do it?

I'll stall them.

[men shouting]

[shouting continues]

[grunting]

Jesus!

[coughing]

We need to get above.

You said our only chance of saving
the ship is to flood this hold.

DE GROOT: It's too far gone.

In a couple of minutes that
fire will reach the magazine.

What choice do we have?

Abandon ship.

Abandon ship!

- MAN: Abandon ship!
- All hands!

[coughing]

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[birds chirping]

[gun cocks]

It would be preferable to me

if we resolved this another way.

Cache is in the ground by now.

And I'll need as many men as we can get

for what comes next.

That includes you.

[clicks]

He'll be here in a moment.

You still think you'll persuade
him to see this all your way?

[scoffs]

I don't think so.

But I'd prefer not to find out.

[blades ring]

[grunting]

[groans]

[shouting]

[shouts]

[shouts]

[shouts]

- [bones crack]
- [shouts]

SILVER: That's enough!

[Hands groans]

[panting]

[groans]

Tell me where it is.

- I can't do that.
- Fuck you! Where is it?

- You're making a mistake.
- Fuck you! Where is it?

In the ground...

where it stays until Madi is freed,

and we gather it and return
it to the camp, all of us.

FLINT: I know you cannot
see why this must be.

But it must be.

And every moment we waste is a moment

we could be working to retrieve her.

That's all this has ever been, isn't it?

A partnership only
insofar as it enables you

to do whatever it is that matters
to you in any given moment.

And right now it matters far less
to you whether she lives or dies

than it happens your way, on your terms.

I think you know it's far
more complicated than that.

I'm certain she does.

Hup!

FLINT: Even if you could kill me,

even if that somehow helped
you see her alive again,

how are you going to explain it to her?

She believes in this as much as I do.

You know this.

If it costs the war to save her,

you'll have lost her anyway.

Even you cannot construct a story

to make her forgive you that.

You do this,

and you're gonna regret it.

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[grunts]

No! Don't!

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[distant explosions]

[man shouting]

- [wood creaking]
- [explosions]

[screaming]

[gasps]

Swim for the shore!
Try to reach the shore!

[gunfire]

Get to the shore! Away from the ship!

[gunfire continues]

- [gunfire continues]
- [men screaming]

[gasps]

[men screaming]

[gasps]

[panting]

- [distant gunfire]
- [men shouting]

[gunfire continues]

[exhales]

SILVER: Can't you see it?

It isn't utility that's
behind his investment in me...

nor necessity, nor dependency.

I understand you fear a false motive.

But this much is clear to me now...

I have earned his respect.

And after all the tragedies
that man has suffered...

the loss of Thomas,

the events of Charles Town...

I have earned his trust.

I have his true friendship...

and so he's going to have mine.

And as long as that is true,

I cannot imagine what is possible.

[distant gunfire]

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