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["Pomp and Circumstance"]

["Pomp and Circumstance"]

The heavens will get by surprise.

And you, are you looking forward to dinner?

Welcome home.

Welcome home.

Thank you, George.

Thank you, everyone.

Thank you.

Good to be back.

Welcome, George.

Welcome, George.

Jack, you plan has worked out beautifully

yet you don't appear happy.

Why?

After all, I think he was not such a bad man.

I mean the captain, and I feel sorry for him.

And not to mention that he hasn't told you a secret yet, man.

And he won't do so anymore.

That was the price I had to pay for him.

And I wonder whether that was fair, Mr. Trump.

Life is seldom fair, Jack.

We must make the best of her, she comes.

Come along, my friends.

Mr. Smalls, I'm going to try to keep you so pleased, sir, if you find him.

Oh, my Lord.

What's going on here?

Lord Charringham, this fact is come home again.

You can see, but know that he'd ever been away.

To the health of my rescuers.

I'm all right, sir.

Well, I thank you, Mr. Solomon Trumpet.

Thank you, sir.

My Lord, and thank you, Jack, for everything, sir.

No, sir.

There you see, you just have to call him, sir.

No, call me.

Jack.

You have saved my life, thrice.

Because you thought I was him.

And another time in Anima Boy, although you knew I was not him.

And even today you spoke for me.

So I'm more than indebted to you.

I'll do anything to redeem the promise he gave you.

You're pardoned, my Lord.

The clock has brought some papers for you.

I worked with you, Mr. Trumpet.

Mr. Trumpet.

He can find a life ship.

Mr. Trumpet.

Mr. Trumpet.

Mr. Trumpet.

Sir, sir.

I have to visit him. I must see him. I want to go to the prison.

Why?

Please.

No, I know my brother well enough. You have betrayed him.

That's all he'll be concerned with. He won't tell you.

Sir, please, I have to try it.

I'd say he's earned the opportunity, my Lord.

All right.

I'll have a permit made out for you tomorrow morning.

When I'm in the house, I just cannot get rid of the feeling that the captain's there.

Sitting at the harpsichord, standing at the window, looking for him.

Jack, remember this. It wasn't you who betrayed him.

He was the captain to the trade you wore. When he deserted you and Nautier and took his brother's place.

I'd say you have saved Captain sharing his life three times.

Really? Do you have anything, sir?

Yes. And maybe you can get him to fulfill his promise.

Are you leaving?

Yes, I am leaving.

But don't come back too late. I don't feel very much at easy, all alone.

I won't be coming back at all, Jack.

What?

In here are the remains of my white lady.

Enough for me to live the rest of my days in peace, somewhere at the end of the world.

What about me? You want to leave me alone, Mr. Trump?

And besides all that, go charing him and see why he'd shoot his step?

Place like that is it for me, Jack. Besides, you forget. I'm a convicted criminal.

So, take care of yourself, Landon.

You're well worth any man's friendship, Jack Horban.

Try one.

You're a good man, Mr. Trumpet. No criminal to me.

Nonsense, Jack. It's true. My only mistake wasn't getting caught.

No, no, you have to stay. Besides, you're my friend.

Stop the carriage. Whoa!

Jack, two years ago, Judge sharing him saddens me to banishment for life.

I'm a fugitive. I can't stay in England.

I'll talk to the judge. They say there's something like...

Amnesty for people who are not all bad. The judge can say your records clean.

He's done that already. But I... I don't want to stay.

This is not my world, Jack. Now don't worry.

We'll meet again. That you may count on.

Solomon Trumpet is a man that is word. So, it's... it's goodbye for now.

Hmm? Jack.

Go.

Drive on.

Good luck, Mr. Trumpet.

And to you, Jack, can we meet again?

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

I don't want to die. No. No.

Steady, man.

Why am I wasting your time with all this moaning?

You do better to check your socks for homes.

What are people going to think?

If tomorrow, when you're dancing in the air, your shoes fall.

Oh.

Aye, your white must be fear.

If it's of any comfort to you, I can prophesy that tomorrow,

which will be a pretty shade of blue.

No.

Aren't you afraid when it's your turn, you two will turn blue?

Me? Good man. I won't ever hang.

When I was young, I was told by a gypsy woman I need never fear dying by the rope.

My salvation may be on its way now.

Sharing up. There's somebody to see you.

Go away.

Get off, you scum. Move. Move. Get out of there. Move. Move.

Who would believe it? The stowaway.

Did you come here to find out about my secret?

Well, you should have been sticking to our deal.

You wanted to save my life three times.

And what did you do?

You have betrayed me.

I'm here because of you.

You are a traitor, Jack Hobert.

I have saved Captain Chariam's life three times.

But it was you who let the captain down.

You betrayed yourself.

I kept the deal I made with you.

Ridiculous.

I will give you another chance.

Go and find a silversmith and get him to make a little tube as long and thick as my index finger.

You bring it to me the next time and I'll tell you everything.

You see, I will stick it down my windpipe so I can breathe.

So when the loose tightens, I won't suffocate to death.

Go do it for me, Jack.

I have asked for the log book of the charming Molly, dating back to the year in question.

At that time, my brother was still a good and honest man.

And it really tells everything that happened then?

Every detail.

But that was 11 years ago.

If you wish, I can even show you the log book of Sir Francis Drake.

And that was 250 years ago.

You were found in Hobon, 1777 in January.

Now, why didn't you look up what happened in January?

She was in dock in Weymouth, repairs to the backstay.

Here, 6pm, crew complete and safe on board.

Steady winds coming from west.

Tides six above zero, sails ready.

Mersey, leaving port APM, course west-southwest, port of destination, Catam.

I was strange.

A trade shipped to Catam in 1777.

In those days, Catam was still a secret naval port.

Steady winds, till 2am land inside.

3.30am, shortened sails fog coming in.

At 4am.

Fog, that's right. I can remember.

Visibility, 100 feet anchored by the air.

February the second.

Set sail from Bristol. Ah.

What's up?

Torn out.

12 days torn out.

My God.

I heard you hear, my lord.

Have you been informed?

Tomorrow at noon, they're already setting up the gallows.

Oh. Yes, well, come over to my office afterwards.

I have quite a few questions to ask.

I'll see you there.

Why didn't you tell me?

Jack.

I knew that you'd come.

On that night of January 21st and 22nd,

the molly was lying at anchor at Catam Bay.

Although the fog was so thick that we couldn't see our own hands in front of our eyes.

That was our good fortune, because I had come to Catam against my sailing instructions

in order to help a small family to escape to freedom for 10,000 pounds.

I had gambling debts to pay.

What have these poor people done?

That I cannot tell you.

Some offense against the king's decrees.

Be that as it may, they were already on a prison ship to Australia,

which was due to leave the next morning.

Transportation for life.

Then this damned pinus appeared.

The attempt was a failure.

A disaster for me, because there was no doubt that the soldiers would recognize the charming molly.

And in those days, I had the reputation of being a respectable captain.

And then you shot down my father?

He was a coward.

He used your mother as a shield between himself and the muskets.

A fool.

If I hadn't reacted, the soldiers would have carried on shooting.

And everything would have been lost.

You would have been lost.

No.

Everything. And everyone.

You.

Your mother.

My ship.

As it was only one had to die.

The boat, you and your father were driven away by the current.

You must have struck land somewhere.

And some good soul gave you the leather bracelet of your dead father.

And put you down in front of the door of the convent called Immaculata.

You were shooting at the pinus.

Did you see that?

I had to have them killed.

If not, they might have recognized the molly, despite the fog.

What happened to my mother?

I got her false papers.

And introduced her into society where nobody would have known her.

Then she's done a life.

Did she tear the pages out of the logbook?

You really got that far?

You're a smart little man.

Yes.

The area to the first officer wrote down too much about all those events.

Out of sheer ambition.

But I had your mother in my hands.

Glut male.

No.

Self-defense.

Where is she?

Go now.

You'll find her.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

I just couldn't believe it.

His attitude as he approached the gallows.

He smiled.

He actually smiled.

His death at the end was merciful.

As his feet left the ground, one of his old crew was standing by, ran to him,

swung on his legs.

His neck broke instantly.

He died quickly and painlessly.

I have your tea.

Thank you, my dear.

Would you care to join us for tea, Lord Charingham?

Is this the boy you told me about?

Yes, it is.

I'm Lady Mara.

I've had a lot about you.

You don't have to be afraid of me.

Did you two, the pages are in the logbook?

I'm Jack.

My name is Jack Hube.

Jack.

Jack.