All language subtitles for Jamestown S03E04 Episode 4

Why would the Almighty elect a witless
blackamoor to bring his message?

She told me it would
happen before it did.

Willmus Crabtree is in possession

of the promissory note that
you wrote for Secretary Farlow.

He considers it proof
of your corruption.

If you give shelter to the man who
would kill the Governor of Virginia,

then there will never
be peace between us.

Hm?

Chacrow tell them to stop.

Let me speak to Opechancanough.

You have made our king a hungry wolf.

You have brought him great
disgrace by defying him

You have

branded us all with your teeth.

I have no intention of
going back on my word.

My only desire is to
completely destroy Yeardley.

It's my fault,

I was a bad example,
I was too nice to you.

It's over.

You're a bandit Silas.

My name is Kukupunkwuy.

Your name is Silas Sharrow.

A living creature, gold, golden...

right there before me
when I opened my eyes.

What were you doing working
in the fields, Meredith?

Well, I don't recall. The
drink makes me wander sometimes.

Doctor. Doctor!

Did you ever see a horse
glittering like a precious coin?

Master Rutter, there is
no surprise you see wonders

when your senses are
so baffled with sack.

No, no! I saw it true enough.

It were there.

Did this horse whistle a tune and
tap its toes as it appeared, Rutter?

- Did it smoke a pipe?
- [LAUGHTER]

Will no-one believe me?

Perhaps it's because the world
knows the worth of a drunkard's word.

We might seek out the golden beast, sir.

I shall help you.

You're like an itch, scratching
at me. Scratching at me!

At least fetch me a drink.

That boy is the only one who
will listen to your wild tales,

and you tread him down
like a beetle in the dirt.

Master Crabtree, when I
sought you out after dark,

my sole intention was to trick you.

I sought to seduce you.

No, to toy with you,

so that you might confide to
me your hidden purpose here.

Your confession has no
revelation in it, madam.

Honesty would have been to tell
me as you stood before me then,

your eyes filled with horror.

Sir...

I have dipped my fingers
into the politics of Virginia

because I have had to overcome
every disadvantage and prejudice

and such attacks on
my liberty and safety.

And to achieve that, I must make cohorts

with those that I detest
with my every living breath.

My heart's true wish, sir...

is to utterly unseat Yeardley.

Let me join with you.

Let me be a company agent, as you are.

You'll find no better accomplice.

You have much to learn, widow.

Mistress Castell, here's the letter
you wrote for Maria and Pedro.

They have no need of it now.

Wish to thank you with my own words.

Verity...

You may be of service to me.

What do you make of Master Crabtree?

Well, keen to worm his
way into others' business.

Comes into the tavern. He
prises morsels of gossip

loose from men with
tongues loosed by drink.

The same man possesses a
note that belongs to me.

At least it has my name upon
it. I wish to retrieve it.

My thieving days are behind me, ma'am.

Then forgive me for
imposing on your good nature.

I could look in on him.

Cast my eye about.

See if there might be a place
he might hide valued cargo.

Thank you.

Mercy, come and see.

Wouldn't he be a prize for
any man as can catch him?

Pedro, tomorrow you will go with Maria

to seek out the golden beast for me.

But Maria said it was only
chance made us saw the horse, sir.

No. This golden spirit comes from God.

My wife saw it, and it
was revealed to you, Maria.

I trust you will bring it to me,
and I will ride it through the town,

and every pair of eyes
that looks upon me

will see that God has
blessed their Governor.

They will love what is divine.

Now, all of you, do not
speak of what we have seen,

nor what we are about.

Catching the beast may
not be so easy, sir.

Pepper! Pepper! [PANTS]

The Governor has forbid me from
saying a word of what we saw,

but I must tell you, so that you
might be the one to catch him.

A horse, wild and in the field,
and as golden as the Sun himself.

When you catch it,
Pepper, it shall be yours,

and I was the one who told you about it.

- Did it have any markings on it?
- Er... I didn't see none,

but it was over there
and we was over here.

- Who else saw it?
- Maria did and Lady Yeardley did,

and the Governor has instructed
Pedro to bring it back to him.

Let us move swiftly, Pepper.
News of this prize will travel.

- Where did you see it, Mercy?
- Not so far from Flowerdew Hundred.

I've sent to England for a wife.

Tam, where are you going?

I'll find the horse.
You'll see if I don't.

Tam, there ain't no
damned golden horse.

Tam!

You will have to learn
to live with the English,

you will have to learn from
their teachings.

Welcome all that
their gods have to offer us.

Observe everything so that
you can then report it to us.

Be everywhere among them

and make them forget that you are there.

The hem of my dress was not
stitched properly, Mercy.

And what is that look
in your face, child?

You look as though
you've swallowed a toad.

Mercy, what is it? Tell me.

I cannot tell you.
Our Governor forbid it.

He knows and I know, but no-one else.

Only Maria, who was
there when we saw it.

Mercy, I am your mistress,
and you are my maid.

You owe your first loyalty to me.

Mercy, where were you today?

Did you go and visit Pepper Sharrow?

If you disobey me, I shall have
to confine you to this house

for some considerable time, so
that you might not see anyone.

We discovered the horse.

The golden horse.

And it is so craved by our Governor,

he wishes to have it caught before
no-one else should even know of it.

He sees himself as Caesar striding
upon a marvellous stallion.

We shall see.

Chacrow.

We will ask the English to
bring us an offering.

We will laugh with them,
we will smoke with them.

Chacrow, you will go
to Yeardley,

you will tell him that you
are his property now.

you will get close to him,

you will become his ears.

you will confide in him that peace
has weakened your king.

Until the day comes
when we reclaim

what is ours.

Maria, I know that you
attempted to escape.

You have tried everything.

But your life is here with us.

My husband has not slept.

He is so possessed of the majesty
the horse will bring to him.

Find the spirit, and I
will persuade my husband

to give you some cattle of your
own, that you might breed them.

Go to see the doctor.

You are sick.

No, not sickly.

Go to the doctor.

What is that rope around
your neck, Master Rutter?

I don't know.

You might be of service to me, sir.

You witnessed a golden
horse, free in the wild.

That were just a phantom of my
sack-soaked mind, and no more.

I think not.

I have great faith in your
capacity, Master Rutter.

- Mercy, ring the bell.
- [BELL RINGS]

This fine gentleman, our taverner
Meredith Rutter, will tell us

what caught his eye when he
ventured out into the nearby fields.

Please...

I... er... I lifted my head up

and I saw such a sight.

It were a horse, like any other horse.

Legs to stand upon, and
a bold head with eyes

that fixed themselves
upon me being there.

And it were made all of such gold

that a man could live his
whole life in great indulgence

and never spend it.

I saw it.

But it wasn't there.

How could it be?

I know it was there

because you have about
you, Master Rutter,

a wonder that cannot be
accounted for by drink.

I have heard tales of golden horses.

I want this creature,

and I'll pay handsomely to
whosoever brings it to me.

Hear that? That way.

He will be caught, he will be tamed...

... he will be tethered.

He'd be so very beautiful then...

I don't suppose we will find him, Maria.

Everybody here calls
us Yeardley's servants.

We walk freely today.

This way...

or that way.

But we do not live freely.

From this day, we
will call it what it is.

Look at me, Pedro.

We are his slaves.

I knew the maid would be
too weak to keep my secret,

but I did not anticipate
the widow being so bold

as to set the whole town
searching for the animal.

When did we ever fully
grasp the widow's cunning?

Maria will discover the creature.

Sir, it troubles me that you attach
yourself so keenly to superstition

and to a witless blackamoor's delirium.

Will you catch it for me,
Marshall? Hm? Will you?

Did you bring me Silas
Sharrow when I asked you to?

No.

Master Read, were you not
once a renowned huntsman?

I have a question for you.

If you intended to ask me
to find the horse for you,

why did you offer the
reward to the whole town?

- You know why.

Here you are again, widow,

taunting, teasing and
dangling wishes before me

like worms on a line.

You know, I envy every man in this world

that does not know your lips,
because they're free men.

Surely you have good cause

to seek to bankrupt
every man of his manhood.

But my burning intention,
Mistress Castell,

is not to taste your kisses again...

... but to reclaim my manhood.

So you will not seek the horse for me?

Oh, no, I'll find the animal.

But not for you.

For James Read.

Meredith, where did
you witness the horse?

Which direction did it travel?

He saw it beyond the Black Wood.

Will you seek it?

James, Tamlin is as rascal
a boy as ever there was,

but he seems to crave
Meredith's affections.

Fetches his boots, fetches
his ale, fawns after him.

That's what's sent Meredith
into this madness, rage.

He can't live up to
that child's expectations

because of how he left
his own boy to die.

You fetch that horse, James...

... that Meredith might know just
a taste of pride in himself.

Are you still living,
young Meredith Rutter?

Is death too ashamed to take you?

Oh, I prayed that I might
bring my husband a child,

that the pride of it might pacify him.

I've been asking God
for this for so long.

And now it is here,

at a time when there are
so many signs about us.

Sir, I have a few valuables
I'd like concealed.

Have a terrible fear of thieves.

Might you have such as a
chest with a lock on it?

Or...

I don't want anything that
might catch a robber's eye.

How might you advise me?

Let me confide in you, sir.

My husband has some pieces of
gold he obtained from the nat...

Madam, a wise-fingered forager
will never be stopped by locks.

The trick is concealment.
Thieves have a born instinct,

so your treasures must
be hidden with wit.

Governor! Sir...

I have here the most
majestic Turkey-work chair.

Might you consider it? I wonder
it wouldn't suit you well.

Settlers come here to live.
Traders go back and forth.

How long do you plan to
stay with us, Master, erm...

- Crabtree.
- Crabtree.

Jamestown is all riches,
sir. Dealings are plentiful.

- So you will stay?
- Will you sit?

I imagine you will appear most kingly.

Ah!

Your chair is worth a
whistling, sir, certainly,

but it is a barren fellow who
feeds on objects and fashion,

when he might glory in
prizes more fantastical.

I was wounded at war, sir.

Your wounds are at the womb.

There stands the difference between us.

And I warn you...

... there lies our destinies too.

There was I believing
that all I was adoing

was selling a chair to a man.

Hey, James Read, what have you found?

If the beast is Spanish,

then it would have travelled
many miles and many days,

and it would have
encountered plenty of men.

Then why has it not been captured?

James Read, we do not
want to discover the horse.

Yeardley plagues Maria to
speak with the Ancients.

We wish him to leave her be.

It's one thing to catch
sight of the great horse,

but another thing to catch it.

The Governor believes I
saw the beast by magic.

I do not want the animal to be caught.

If I discover it, he will
believe in me completely.

Move softly.

Listen.

Let him regard us for a while.

- Will we catch him, James Read?
- No.

We'll let him catch us.

Put your rope away, my friend.

Act as though you will lead
him. That's what he wants.

You move away now, Pedro, softly.

We must make him curious.

You see his eyes and his ears?

Let me approach him.

Horses look for a leader.

He must know that he's safe...

... and that I'm here to be his captain.

James Read, you put a
spell upon this creature.

Now we can put a rope on him.

Yeah.

Tam! Tam! Did you scare the horse?

NO, NO

My husband reels from
revelling to forgetive,

then dull and crudy fooling,

then weeping out such sobs.

And then whole days that
are lost, vanished forever.

A wife could waste
her life on such a man.

Well, it ain't no feast of
affection, I will admit it.

Then why do it?

There is no kindness in drinking.

Goodwill is more handsome
than a fine face, sure it is.

Or a straight back.

Madam, your red hair could
teach the torches how to glow.

Thank you, sir, for giving a
maid a little shine on her day.

Hm.

But I am loyal to that sot,

not because it would wound
his heart to betray him...

... but because it would wound mine.

I salute your fine honesty.

Banished.

Let me gather some men,
And hunt Silas Sharrow down, sir

My king offers this as a kindness

and respect to you, Governor.

Chacrow, tell Opechancanough
that we are beholden to him

for the great service
that he has granted us.

We can know peace that
reaches beyond the horizon.

My king who sent Pamunkey

to take the learning of
your people and your gods.

Then we will be good cousins indeed.

Opechancanough wants to offer...

Chacrow to you.

To remain here with the English,
to serve as your handsman.

Governor, your scout.

And to be the one who carries
all of your words to the Pamunkey.

- I am honoured beyond reckoning.
- Hm.

Madam, your red hair

could teach the torches
how to burn brightly.

That is not the key.

This is the key.

I swapped it when I knew
you would steal it from me.

Is this what you were seeking?

An honest woman would
have asked me for it.

Mercy, go to your bed.

I watched you walk those
women from the assembly

to rile the tempers
of Jamestown's rulers.

I saw you rattle the men of the
burgesses with your keen tongue,

and now you take on the
Governor so publicly,

sending men out to seek
the creature he craves.

I cannot seem to prevent myself
from mischief where he is concerned.

- Whatever the cost?
- He has earnt my hatred, sir.

Yeardley came here with
no more than a sword,

and now he stands upon thousands
of acres of power and wealth.

Everything about your curious intentions

spells to me that you
are the company's agent.

Will you not admit it?

Truth...

prefers a quiet breast.

You are mistaken, madam.

I am not a Virginia company man.

But who would not suppose that I am?

That's what I want.

I will not pass for a factor for long.

But I choose to keep my true purpose

concealed for some little while yet.

Will you not at least tell me?

I will give you honesty...

... and it is this.

No, I will not confide in you yet.

What a pity,

and I thought we might be friends.

The real danger to you, widow,

is not what I keep secret from you...

but what I confess.

I have learnt love in your eyes.

You are such a bright, particular star,

you have caused me to forget myself,

oblivious to my monstrous bearing.

It is this bleak hope
that might distract me,

so that every enemy may
win their advantage over me.

I am weak...

when I was strong.

Aye, lower your tongues and your eyes.

For what do I care?

Can a man not enjoy his relish?

Come on, come hither, come hither,

and I'll dance on your frowns.

- Sir...

I saw the golden horse.

Would you lie to me, boy?

You're a known liar.

Famous liar.

You're made lies.

Why would I wish to set my
eyes upon such a bog of nothing?

Tam.

I know you saw the beast...

... and you will be truthful to me.

Was it you who made the
noise to fright it away?

Is it so?

You truly witnessed the beast?

Didn't I tell you?

Oh...

Ain't you a fine lad?

Marshall.

I've lost my child.

Nothing cuts a man more.

I know as much.

Even the babe Sharrow now
has the gall of his brothers.

A man can only bear so much loss.

Family comes before
everything for the Sharrows.

I want my brother returned to our farm.

It is a wound upon my cheek says
Silas must come back only to die.

He put an arrow upon
you to save his own skin,

you would do the same.

There ain't many men still standing
been here as long as me and you.

Now we stand on opposite sides.

But I know this about you.

What comes first is...

How shall we name it?

- Pride.
- Glory.

Now Silas will vanish
into the faraway mountains,

gone forever, beyond your reach.

Perhaps you could offer him to
Yeardley as your own prisoner.

Why would he give himself to me?

You would promise him a pardon.

The whole town would
see Marshall Redwick

was the one who hunted down
the deserter, the fugitive.

Your reputation will be burnished.

Silas will be baptised anew.

He will show submission to the Governor

and he will denounce the heathens.

Supposing you could persuade me,

Yeardley'd never allow it.

You will sway him...

with the gift of the golden horse.

You have it?

I would speak with Silas.

Well, then, find him, wherever he is.

- He's here, with you.
- I've not seen him.

Did he bring the horse with him?

James Read, you take care how you speak

when you stand on another man's land.

- I had the animal.
- Well, then, where is it?

I as good as had a rope around its neck,

when a noise frightened it away.

Seems to me like you want to blame
some other for your own failing.

Is that how you choose to see it, Henry?

That a man has to have his hands
on what he owns at all times

or do you prefer to forget
how I served the Sharrows

when Silas's life was in danger?

If there are debts to be paid,

I will decide when and
where they will be obliged.

What's eating the cheer out of you?

James Read says your heart is broke
because you weren't allowed to wed.

Is that it?

Such is a maid's life, girl.

But there's some...

There's some do get their man
by putting themselves with child.

Oh, Mercy. Mercy.

Hey...

My dear, we are to pass your
image on once more to future years.

It is true.

My body is rich with your child.

I pray it is a boy, lives in your like.

Governor...

I have the horse.

You?

You're certain that I might ride the
creature into town for all to see?

There is a cost.

A political payment.

A pardon for Silas Sharrow.

Will you pay it?

If you choose to give
the horse to Yeardley

and tell him that it
was you who found it...

... he will believe anything
you tell him after that.

Anything.

Is that what you want, Maria?

You can trick him.

Make his mind diseased
with what you tell him.

Is that what you want?

The decision's yours, Maria.

You said it yourself, Henry.

The man who possesses
the horse owns him.

Silas can return to the farm, if
we give the horse to the Governor.

My own brother will live
and be hunted no more.

Well, he ain't mine to give you, Henry.

Belongs to Maria.

Maria, this is the man
that hunted us down.

This is the man that put us into chains

and gave us to the Governor

that he might put that
brand upon your cheek.

You find your Governor
precious with generosity.

My wife bears within her the
celebration of our prayers.

A babe!

The love of years.

Silas Sharrow...

you might enjoy the mercy
and compassion of England...

... should you here renounce
your heathen beliefs

and declare yourself a servant

of the one true almighty God.

I stand here ready to
be baptised again, sir.

Oh...

Oh, you make the sun itself look dim.

The whole town sees that you were
right and they were wrong, sir.

You think cos the horse
stands here, I'm a true man?

All discoveries in drink are false.

- Your hopes disgust me, boy.
- Meredith!

Your need is sickeningly ugly.

There's a monstrousness to you
that even a drunk cannot abide.

- Get gone from my sight.
- Meredith.

The rat had no ma and no pa,

because you ain't worthy of none,

and you never will be!

My pa was a drunk like this.

A fool. A madman.

A drowned man.

A coward.

A king.

And the cruellest tongue
of the devil itself.

But he paid for it, and so
will you, Meredith Rutter.

I swear.

I swear you will pay.

Maria.

Pedro...

There is so much blood.

It is coming, Pedro.

I hear the cries of the dying, Pedro.

It is a dream, Maria,

no more than that. There is no blood.

You might know me again, James,

if you promise not to love me.

You drove that boy away when you
knew I loved him as my own child.

If you did not hide behind your hump,

I'd relish riding a
sword through your throat.

I accept your challenge.

You will be the one who
will pry Chacrow away

from his loyalty to Opechancanough.

Deliver him to us, or your brother's
land will be taken from them.

You're not a factor,
nor a company agent.

You are the most
powerful man in Virginia.

My king says you must die, Silas.