All language subtitles for Jamaica Inn (1983)

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Glad when we're inside pad still

card. Dirty night. Dirty co-suck. That is place. Could be all Cape

Horn and not just come from there. A couple of points to the Harvard off the

Pennstone lighthouse gives us the Harvard. It's plain sailing after that.

You

I can't see the lines.

It's there, my said. Clear as day. Give us a couple of points to the

indicates.

All right.

counting.

exactly like the

two thoughts taken

firing

shooting

I'm going to get you!

Come on in!

Come on in!

Come on in!

Come on in!

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Come on in!

Come on in!

Yeah.

Yeah.

Go!

No!

Mother?

Mother, you all right?

Oh, Mary.

I tripped your father was drowning.

I heard him calling to me.

You've dreamt that before and he's always come home?

This time it was different.

It was a different dream, that's all.

Tomorrow you'll be standing here and there'll be no more nightmares.

Oh, Mary.

Pray that it is so.

Now come back to bed.

I'll stay with you.

Come on.

Do you remember when father said the sea would never take him from us?

Well, I believed him then.

And I still do.

You're so like him.

You'll have his strength, his courage.

I'll close the shutters and let you get some sleep.

There's nothing more to fear.

Pray God!

Pray God!

Pray God!

Pray God!

Pray God!

That's the last of the poor creatures.

Adversively he's not among them.

But that's his ship.

He must be here.

Perhaps God warned him and he wasn't on board.

No, he is here.

I know it.

Jamie!

Jamie!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

There's enough debt for one night.

There they go!

I'll not see you drown till this.

I'll not satisfy the devil anymore.

Go on in you go.

In.

Go on.

Oh Oh el l.

Your head is Lookin here.

How oaving?

We're samples!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

You're in it!

Man that is born of a woman,

has not a short time to live,

and this world misery,

may come it up and is cut down like a flower.

If lived as it were to shadow,

never continue it in one's day.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

And whom may we seek for soccer but of the O Lord,

who for our sins are justly displeased?

Yet O Lord, God most holy,

O Lord most mighty,

O holy and most merciful Savior,

deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.

O Lord most holy, O God most mighty,

O holy and merciful Savior,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord.

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord

And O Lord

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

O Lord,

Oh, God.

No one knows.

But I can tell you, Mary, that the records will not now be within 50 miles of this place.

That is for sure.

They rob my mother of everything she wanted to live for.

Don't talk like that. She still has you.

Are you blind, Doctor?

She doesn't even know that I exist.

Mother?

Please come and eat.

I'll wait for Jamie.

You must eat something.

It would be unseemly to start without Jamie.

Good morning, Miss Yellen.

Good morning, Walter. How's it going?

Oh, proper. Thank you, Miss Yellen.

Miss Yellen.

Do you remember that fair? We went to it. Pen-Rin.

Of course.

Well, there's another one next week.

I'm going to get a little bit of a break.

I'm going to get a little bit of a break.

Thank you, Walter, but I couldn't.

We could be Darren back in a day.

No, I'm sorry.

Good day.

Good day, Miss Yellen.

I think your prayers have been answered.

Do you mean she's better?

Go and see for yourself.

Mother?

Aren't they beautiful?

When I married your father, the church was filled with them.

It seemed as if we were both floating amid clouds of blossoms.

There for you, Mary, my daughter.

Oh.

Oh, mother, I thought I'd lost you.

No, my child. I've always been here.

I wrote to your own patients.

Do you remember when she came here 12 years ago?

Down singing and singing like a little child,

with ribbons on up on it and a silk petticoat?

Yes, I remember.

I remember.

I remember.

I remember.

I remember.

I said that you stay with her, and today I received a letter saying that she agreed.

Stay with her, but why?

She's married now to a man called Joshua.

She didn't say much about him,

but I think he must be a good man to have chosen my own patients.

Mother, I don't want to leave here.

Leave you alone.

Oh, for example.

Be a lone child.

I have Jamie to look after me.

Twenty years, when man and wife,

it didn't eat the vicar to remind me of that.

Oh, mother.

Now, I'm going to bed.

It's been all night.

Sleep well, my child.

I'll be with you in the morning.

And always.

Mother?

Mother?

Mother!

Mother!

Mother?

Ah-ha!

Oh, Mother.

Oh, Mother.

I'll miss you, Mary.

I'll miss you all.

All I've known is this village.

There's too many sad memories.

When the memories die, will you return?

They won't die, Doctor.

But I'll be happy with my Aunt Patience.

You'll be going a long way, Miss Yellen.

Yes, a long way.

Well, maybe one day you'll think of Halston.

Maybe even that thinking will bring you back.

I'll be here, Miss Yellen.

Why not go away?

Where will you be staying?

My Uncle's house on Badman More.

When I write to you, does it have a name?

I suppose it has a name.

It's called Jamaica Inn.

What?

Jamaica Inn!

Excuse me.

You were shivering.

Thank you.

You were a very restless sleep, my dear.

You're not at peace with yourself, be.

Where are we?

Badman!

Oh, past years for Badman!

Get out here!

If you're in a longston, it'll be a wild drive across the moors tonight.

Stay in Badman, go in the morning.

Thank you.

My friends are expecting me.

And I'll not be going as far as Lord, Sten.

Will you please take me to Jamaica Inn?

Jamaica Inn.

Oh, I have heard it's lonely there.

But I've never minded loneliness.

Even the Aussies don't like stopping there.

And I haven't for five years, am I?

He's right, Missy.

If I was you, I'd give up any thought of going to Jamaica Inn.

I appreciate you concerned, but there's no need to worry.

You see, I'm going to relatives.

My uncle is the landlord of Jamaica Inn.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It says none of my business. Good night.

Well, leave in ten minutes as soon as you have fresh horses.

But I warn you, you'll be the only traveler on the road tonight.

Have you insist on defying common sense?

At least have some food inside you.

No, I'm all right.

For a young girl, you're very stubborn.

Come on, the driver will wait.

Have no fear you'll come to no harm with me.

Unless your sympathies are with Bonaparte, then not the king.

Oh, fair you, my life must be back.

And finally, beautiful little boy,

and the

driver was right.

Your eye had a very brave or very foolish to be on the mor at night.

Why should I be either?

It's only darkness, and I've never feared that.

Not even as a child.

No night plans, ghosts, road he met.

Of course, it's only the imagination.

The imagination can produce fear.

Only if one is still a child, and I'm not.

So, your uncle is the landlord of Jamaica.

Yes, I've never met him. I know nothing of him.

You will soon enough.

The Cornish people here are very superstitious.

The Moors are full of legends,

strange rituals that go back before the darkness of time.

But before you cast them on a corner with your dolls and your chapbooks,

there are other more tangible dangers out there.

The night has always been the ally from smugglers, free-booters,

men who would risk hanging to rob you of a shoot.

And if these plunderers should happen upon a woman,

what is that to them, but idle sport?

So, I appreciate your concern.

But you'll not change my mind, I'll be at Jamaica in tonight.

My dear girl, I've already surrendered to your determination.

I was merely explaining why a man like your uncle, living alone out there,

naturally causes curiosity and fear.

Curiosity and fear based on ignorance.

Any man who loves my art patience and chooses to marry her could never be a man to fear?

Why, the last time I saw her,

she was the gentlest, most beautiful woman I'd ever see.

No one could ever be unhappy in her presence.

If you're still determined, let us know.

If I'll not be easy in my mind till I reach my very wrongster.

So, hurry it up with you.

I'll hire a horse, and accompany you as far as the end.

No, you will not. Have I not made myself clear?

Lady, if only my men had your resolution, the war would be over tomorrow,

and Wellington would be a bet with his dreams.

Thank you for your kindness.

I'm sorry.

What's that pretty woman going on in my life?

The driver's.

I have to give me the engine.

Shit.

Hurry, lady.

Good night, cut in.

Come on, the door will pray to let you in.

I'll stay a moment longer.

No, no, no.

It's free. Get out.

Mary Yellen, sir. I've come to stay here.

Welcome.

Don't you make it in?

Are you hiding for? Show yourself your nieces here.

This is your aunt, patients, Maria.

Aren't you pleased to see her?

Come, son!

Is it really you? Yes, I'm patients.

Then Martha is dead then.

Oh, who am I?

Who? Who am I?

You damn fool,

of a woman, what kind of a welcome is that?

Go to the kitchen.

Get in some food.

Pity the man, I was a wife like that.

Are you tame?

I'll give you a bite!

I'll get you drunk, pal.

You mustn't mind your uncle, Joss.

He has his ways and strangers don't understand him at first.

But he's a very good husband to me.

It has been since our wedding day.

He's a very fine man and much respected.

Why, there's no one to say a word against Joss Merlin.

Even the gentrion, our most civil to us, most civil.

And the innocent always is empty as this, oh no.

Only yesterday a stranger came in and I'd baked a cake for him to take home.

Mrs. Merlin, he said,

you are the only woman in Cornwall can bake a cake,

those are his very words.

And even the squire himself, you know, squire Bassett lives at North.

Here he owns all the fields here about.

Well, I passed him on the road and he raised his hat and good morning.

And he bowed to me from his horse.

Good morning, madam, that's what he said.

He raised his hat.

And he bowed to me.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I don't think so.

It's Randy for me and the girl.

Please, not for me.

I'm not used to well go.

Why, I'm not, are you?

I got after two months here, you'll wish you were.

Tell you what you do.

You're working the inn.

You serve my customers and I'm not there.

Fing her on you.

But by heaven, girl, if you open your mouth and squawk,

I'll crush you till you eat out of the palm of my hand.

But your antifacients hear you understand.

I understand.

It doesn't matter to me what you do in the inn.

Or what company you keep.

I'll do my work.

If you hurt my ant patients, I'll tell you this.

I'll leave Jamaican.

I'll find him out to straighten, bring him here and tell him what you've done.

Then try to break me if you like.

Sit!

Sit!

Oh, see.

Now I know what kind of lodger we've got patients, my dear,

scratch her.

She shall be in the inn.

I'll be in the inn.

I'll be in the inn.

I'll be in the inn.

I'll be in the inn while I see you.

Don't let him be in the inn, dear, scratch her.

And she shows her claws.

I'm more akin than I thought to my dear,

I'll show you work here at Jamaica in one day,

the likes of which you've never seen before.

When you hear the wagon wheels out there in the witching hour of night,

I'm just sick of the sight of you.

Scared and I...

You understand each other, don't you?

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I got that from a drunken German boss of nut of Kaleo,

the other side of Cape Horn.

He formed his foul weather clothes to pay for the whole house is there.

And he needed the money to buy them back.

He said I had a feel for it.

I had one weakness all my life.

Was this...

It's a curse, I know what, but I can't stop myself.

When I'm soaked in this,

it's not brand anymore, it's glory and power and heaven on earth,

all rolled into one.

It's heaven and it's hell, Mary, and one day it was in the death of me.

And it was a good job, too.

I said too much.

I got it back before I ring your neck.

Your room is out there above the porch.

Oh, dear God, we're having brought me.

Good morning.

I thought you'd like some eggs for breakfast.

Thank you.

I'm afraid you'll need them.

Their uncle's left you a great deal of work to do.

Does that mean that Uncle Charles is not here?

He's gone away for a day or more.

Where's he gone?

I'm no longer here

Oh, patience.

What is this?

Oh, oh, that's one of your uncle Josh's old instruments.

He was a navigator when I first met him.

He was on one of those big ships that work out of Liverpool.

That was before we came here.

There you are, my dear.

That's it.

Oh, I hope you won't be lonely here, Mary.

I know you suffered a terrible tragedy, but in time...

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reminded you.

I'm patience.

Why is my uncle and landlord Jamaican?

It's a very prominent place. You can see that.

It's on the main road from the south and coaches pass here twice a week.

They come from Troy Row and Bardman, not to Lornston.

You came yourself only yesterday.

Oh, yes, we got lots of company on the road.

We got travelers and private gentlemen and sometimes sailors and farmers.

Why don't they stop at Jamaica?

What would they do?

They often stop in at the bar for a drink.

Oh, yes, we got good customers.

How can you say that when the bar is covered with dust and the guest rooms are simply store rooms for lumber?

The only guests you have here aren't patients or roaches and rats.

Oh, your uncle just wouldn't encourage folk to stay.

He says in a yummy spot like this, we'd all be murdered in our beds.

Then how do you live if you have no customer?

We have customers. I've told you that.

Well, the men come in for the farms.

We've got farms and cottages spread all over these moors and folk come in from there.

Why, sometimes the bar is full of them.

Coach Driver said that nobody came here anymore.

He said they were afraid.

Why should they be afraid? You mustn't listen to such talk.

Why should they be afraid? Why?

I don't know how patients, but I don't know that you are.

I'm patients. Please don't ask any more questions. It's late and we're both tired.

I'm patients. Please look at me and answer me this thing. I won't worry you anymore.

What is the locked room at the end of the passage to do with the wheels at Stop Art Sage and make it?

The wheels and uncle just talked about.

I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that.

It's none of my business. I had no right to question you like that.

I've ashamed of myself.

Please, please forget what I said.

Mary.

Help me.

I'll try.

I'll never leave you.

My mother's last wish that I stayed with you in a well.

No well.

No matter what happens.

Don't be afraid.

There's things that happen to Jamaica and Mary. Bad things.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't be afraid.

There's things that happen to Jamaica and Mary.

Bad things.

Evil things.

I can't tell you.

I can't even admit them to myself.

Your uncle Josh mixes with strange men who follow a strange trade.

When they come Mary, you must say nothing to me.

You tell your uncle Josh.

You must stay in your bed and put your fingers in your ears.

You will not question him, nor me, nor anyone.

Or if you came to guess.

But half of what I know.

And your hair would go grey Mary as mine has done.

And your voice would tremble.

And you would weep at night.

And all that.

Lovely.

Careless youth of yours.

But die Mary.

As mine has died.

For a while.

Oh, the bribery force.

The world replaces on the road to stop.

Get that horse out of his trace.

No break, that's not where it's back.

I'm going to get you.

Morning, my dear.

Is the landlord home?

No.

That's a great pity.

I was wondering if my men might refresh themselves while we fix the wheel in our cart here.

Who are you taking them?

To Lornston.

For execution next market day.

Well, come in.

It's the right hostelery for such as you.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Those men outside.

What crimes do they commit?

Well, there's a couple of poachers that are caught after deer on Bastards land.

There's a man who's killed a bailiff.

When they threw him out of his cartage in the land of it.

And there's a note in Austheif from Locksalgin.

How good's your friend?

Broken a wheel?

No good.

I need a mallet or a large slush to put that on.

Either that or one of those drunkards in there.

I have to ride back to the Smith-Dannett-Bobman.

I might be able to help you there, friend.

There's a workshop in the barn around the back.

I think there's a mallet in there, if I remember, right?

Come on.

Poor souls.

Aang star, if I go with the pressman.

What's the difference?

A large, not large.

A large, not large, a large, a rich and angsty boy.

Did you get the mallet?

Yes.

Your affair looking lass.

It's a long way to Lawnston.

You love another drink.

It's a privilege for the end.

To entertain an officer of the gang.

I'm locking him in the ground.

There he is!

We'll be right!

Let's go!

I'll not forget him.

I never forget face.

And I'll not forget your part in this, my prey.

You was with him.

Don't tell me otherwise.

You was with him.

A privilege to entertain an officer of the king, was it?

You just wait until the officer of the king entertains you and your lover boy.

We'll see who'll swing at launch them then.

It's not the day to be in darkness.

You've worked hard enough.

But Uncle Joss...

I'll finish it.

You've done more than it deserves.

Now go out of here with my child.

Oh, well, what in heaven's name are you doing out here, child?

I'm not a child.

Well, maybe not, but you're surely lost.

Are you not?

Not exactly.

Not exactly.

And where?

Not exactly.

Are you going?

Do you make it in?

I'll then admit it you are lost.

You're going in the opposite direction.

This is the other side of Hendra Downs here.

Jamaica Inn is somewhere over there.

I see.

Well, thank you.

Goodbye.

If you don't know these Downs, you'll soon be lost again.

These myths are very deceptive.

Sure, I'll find my way.

No, you won't.

And furthermore, I won't allow it.

Won't you get up?

God in heaven's girl, do we have to resort to formal introductions when you're quite clearly

on the verge of collapse?

My name is Francis Davey, and I am the vicar of Altenon.

I'm sorry to distress you.

Won't you get up?

There.

Now then, hold on tight.

Not the horse, me.

It will not only discover that I am flesh and blood, but you will also avoid falling off

a rather nervous animal.

So what's your name?

Mary Yellen, Reverend.

And what is Mary Yellen doing at Jamaica Inn?

My uncle, the landlord.

Is this now?

Well, you're much too pretty to be from his family, so I assume your kinship is with

his wife?

Yes.

I'm told she used to be very beautiful once.

She was.

Well, don't you ever become like she is now.

Now, if you stay at Jamaica Inn, you surely will be.

No, hold on.

Well, I leave you here.

I've no wish to meet your uncle, Joss.

You'll be safe now if you follow your nose.

Thank you.

I want you to promise me something, Mary.

If you ever have need of a friend someone to talk to, you know that you can always find

me in the vicarage at Altenham day or night.

So is that a promise?

It's a promise.

Well, goodbye.

And God bless you, Mary Yellen.

Happy to be home again.

Oh, yes, your uncle Joss safely returned.

Oh, smile.

Your welcoming kiss.

It's a better be tonight.

Jamaica Inn has visitors.

Oh, smile.

Your welcoming kiss.

It's a better be tonight.

Jamaica Inn has visitors.

For the rod of wool in the salt sea.

Oh, you're so drink.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

I will not stay.

I'll never give them up to me.

For a six-preeting maidens.

Good, my drink, my lovely.

You've had a pay for that.

Your blood needs cooling, honey, my boy.

My blood's cooling off, landlord.

Let's see the color of your.

Oh, help.

Give me.

Hey.

Hey.

I always wear a wire and a half-made maidens.

You're a half-made man.

You couldn't have frightened a maid in a marketplace.

You're your nightmare.

Any man who lays a hand on my niece hangs on that hook until he smokes like a sight of dragon.

Hurry, girl.

My friends have come many miles to talk here.

You're calling some friends.

My friends, you treat them as such.

They're all heads heave.

They've been driven from their farms by greedy landlords.

And then those ones that stole to feed their folks and got flogged to their innards showed.

Like Daniel here.

Hey, Daniel, my boy.

Blinded, too.

Stop, please.

Do I offend your sensicalities, my innocent niece?

Did you imagine all God's creatures smelt like a nose gay?

Half corn wall staring.

The country waiting on their backs?

Of course they're my friends.

If not mine, then who's are they?

Send them, girl.

I can't.

Forgive me, but I can't.

Help yourselves, lads.

I... off you go.

Sit on a little bit, and I don't want you here.

Lock your door tonight and pull the blind.

That's just a sample of what you're going to get.

You keep your mouth shut.

I'll drink you like a lamb.

It's best not to be curious to make in.

You're not a fool like your aunt, and that's the curse of it.

Let me tell you this.

I'll break that wheel of yours if you let it course free.

I'll break your body, too.

I'll call him in.

Let's not see you again tonight.

I'll call him in.

I'll call him in.

I'll call him in.

One of these days...

One of these days will dance and hold together.

Hurry.

I'll ask you for your...

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When he comes to killing innocent folk,

women and children amongst them,

actually going to hell, Josh Merlin.

You know that as well as height.

Not so fast.

You're in this business up to your eyes,

damned to your conscience.

It's too late to turn back now.

It's too late for you. It's too late for us.

Listen to me.

Listen.

Mr. Lawyer or Clerk or Clerk or whatever you call yourself in true rotown.

I know what you'd like to do.

You'd like to go out that door, get on your horse, right to botment.

Nine o'clock tomorrow morning, every magistrate in that country

will be at your maker in an arrangement of soldiers with them that you'll find ideas in it.

No. Do your devil's work if you must.

But I'll not inform against you.

You haven't worked on that?

Take a care.

Last man I heard say that five minutes later he was treading the air at the end of a rope.

They told me it took him seven and three quarter minutes to die.

Harry?

Leave us, Harry.

Take his horse, cast a bluece to the other side of Kamilford.

I have a more important visitor to see to you.

Right, Josh.

Harry?

There were threats.

This time some lawyer must be dealt with as we dealt with the others.

Whatever you say, I can put a lot on the way, do it together.

Decision cheers.

We're doing together.

Come.

We're doing together.

I'm going to go.

Nothing. I'll leave another light.

I'm sure if you leave him Bristol tonight.

When there's changeable is this so he can never be sure.

Captain could be over anxious about his cargo.

I'm waiting for Christmas Eve so they can draw a double pay.

I'll trust Josh Fis again.

Never been room before.

It's a down lie and you know it.

It left me empty handed parts too often.

Now an empty stomach to boot.

In the morning the night.

How are you feeling now my dear?

How long have I been ill?

Two days?

It was a fever.

Two days?

Oh, don't alarm yourself, Mary.

Your Uncle Joss is not here.

Well, then I wish she was.

He was not afraid of him anymore.

You've been ill, Mary.

I know I've been ill, but don't you

try to convince me that what I've seen has been a nightmare?

Seeing.

What do you mean?

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

Think of me, Mary.

Please, think of me.

I didn't dream it.

I know I didn't dream it.

Dream what?

Who are you?

You've no right to walk in here and serve yourself.

Besides, the landlord doesn't encourage strangers.

If you're the bomb maid, refill it.

This is how they train you to serve customs.

They've got better mannered maids in Lornston

and prettiest paint into the bargain.

What have you been doing to yourself?

Your hair's coming down at the bat.

Your hands are like a fish white.

You finished your drink.

What's your money on the table and go away?

Do you order joss about it in that way?

Must be a change man if you do.

I never thought he'd run a young woman alongside his other

activities.

What do you do with poor patience, sir,

when do you turn right on the floor?

Do you sleep all free of breath?

Joss Merlin is my uncle by marriage.

Aunt Patience is my dead mother's only sister.

I'll get out of here before I call the dogs.

Oh.

Forgive me if I was rude to you just now.

It's just that I didn't expect to find a woman at Jamaica Inn.

Not a young girl like you anyway.

I thought perhaps my brother had found himself a fancy lady.

Your brother?

The only one Joss has left.

My name is Jeremiah Merlin, but you may call me Jim.

I never mentioned you.

Why should he?

Now, may I have that drinker?

I really am very thirsty.

Thank you.

You know, you could be very pretty.

Put you in a fine gown, a pair of high-heeled shoes, stick a comb

in your hair, stop hiding that bosom.

And I dare say you'd pass for a lady, even in a big place

like Accita.

I assume I meant to be flattered.

Assume what you wish.

Why did you come here?

Stay with my aunt, patience.

My parents are dead.

I have no other relatives, so I came here.

I never expected to see her the way she is now.

My brother was turned from a happy, laughing woman

into a miserable, drunch who was terrified of every shadow.

And I'll never forgive him for that.

We merins have never been good to our women.

I remember my father beating my mother

till she couldn't stand.

She never left him, though.

She stood by him all his life.

When he was hanged at Exodus, she didn't speak to his soul

for three months.

And her hair went white with the shock.

Your aunt, patience is the same.

Pity her if you wish, but it was her choice to marry Joss.

Then he destroyed her.

Perhaps.

But she could have left him in any time.

There's only one room that's locked here and it's not hers.

So you know about that.

How long do you intend to stay at Jamaica?

MUSIC PLAYING

Who are they?

Big fellow Esquire Bassett from North Hill

and I don't think he's coming here out of Clersey.

Where are you going?

I'm behind my horse.

Where's she in that?

Because I stole it from him yesterday.

MUSIC PLAYING

Hey, she should be good.

All the squires look a baby before they're always kept away.

What were you doing?

He's hurt something.

What are we going to do?

What are we going to say?

She's never going to be able to say anything to you.

Oh, please, tell me what am I going to do?

No, it's not me.

Have to let them in on the break down the door.

No, no.

We'll put them away again.

MUSIC PLAYING

MUSIC PLAYING

Take your time, don't you?

Now, where's the landlord?

Mr. Marley missed from home, sir.

Are you in need of refreshment?

I'll serve you if you go through to the bar.

Damn refreshment.

I know better than to come to Jamaica in for that.

MUSIC PLAYING

Keep those dogs away from me.

I'll come and shot.

They're not how are my uncle's friends?

Don't trade words with me, woman.

Now, Mrs. Mullin, I'm a magistrate, as you know.

And I have a warrant to look around.

And look, sir, we won't stop you.

I'm afraid that door is locked.

And my uncle always keeps the key.

But he could be gone for days.

Then we'll just have to break the door down, won't we, Miss?

Richard?

Damn, Miss.

Nothing!

Man's made her fool to me again.

You've been lucky, Mrs. Mullin.

If I'd found what I expected to find in this blasted cellar of yours,

it's time to amore your husband had been accounted jail.

One other thing.

Have you seen anything of your uncle's brother?

Jim Mullin, up to Warthen?

No. He never comes here.

No, he doesn't.

Too busy thieving, no doubt.

Well, that's all I want from you now.

I'll take you.

I offer you my thanks.

You lie so well, he almost convinced me.

I didn't do it for you. I just wanted them away from here.

Well, he succeeded.

And he didn't find anything.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't you?

I'll say this for Joss.

He is a lucky beggar.

He must have shifted that stuff last night.

I'd like to see him pass his face when he saw an empty room.

How do you know so much?

I have eyes and ears just like you.

There goes a very angry man.

You'll be back, though.

No man likes to be tricked.

What do you mean?

Fascidons all the land from here to the sea.

And the man that owns coastline can become very rich.

Haven't you heard of wrecking rights?

You're just like your brother.

Liar and a thief with no honest social belief.

Liar, perhaps, and a thief.

Certainly.

But not like my brother.

Unlike Joss, I take orders from no one.

You're accusing Squire about it.

I'm accusing no one.

Well, I know his and my brother hasn't got the brains to do what he's done so successfully alone.

And what does he do, Jim Merlin?

Jamaica in is no place for a woman.

Joss and I have never been friends so I can say what I like about him.

There's no reason why you should get caught up in his evil schemes.

Leave here before it's too late.

There's no hope for your own patience.

But you can get away.

If you want me to help you.

I will.

I don't need help.

Especially yours.

All right, then I won't worry you.

Will I live across the Worthy Brook if you ever want me?

The other side of Twat the Marsh at the foot of twelve men's moor.

Stay for you.

CHA! CHA!

We're not going to just return.

Tell him everything about Squire about it.

Oh, oh no!

You'll know anyway as soon as he sees the broken door.

But if he asks about me, tell him I've gone for a walk.

Where are you going?

Don't worry. I'll be back.

I'm sorry to come and like this.

I've gone to see the Reverend Davy. Is this where he lives?

Yes, that's right.

My name is Mary Yellen.

Perhaps you mentioned me.

Yes, perhaps you did.

Then may I see him.

He's in the church, John.

We're up there.

Thank you.

Oh, hello.

A sounding fortune, my dear.

We were burying poor old Hawkins tomorrow and we'll have to dig a new grave.

This stone goes all the way beyond the West door.

Beyond where you're standing.

Let me show you.

All the way to here.

It would have been over 30 feet high when it was still standing.

You mean it was pretty?

Oh, indeed it was.

A very, very long time ago.

This stone is not from Cornwall.

It comes from the Pangoli Mountains and Wales.

And it was brought here by our forefathers who worshipped in this place

long before St. Michael's Church was built.

When the mid-summer sun touches the turrets and Michael's here at dawn,

it can also be seen rising between the Saffron stones on Kilmar Tor.

And beyond that, the line goes straight to the falling rock,

from a cliff above the Atlantic.

I have witnessed this.

So they worshiped the sun?

They measured the sun.

And they had their sacrifices.

The sacrifices?

The sacrifices?

Oh, yes.

You see, they believed in reincarnation, Mary.

So they had no fear of death.

Now, you are ready to tell me why you came here.

Poor Mary, is it so bad then?

Sometimes I think I'll come mad like my poor Aunt Patience.

I wouldn't stay five minutes, but for her.

Last week, the wagons came at dead of night.

They unloaded the boxes into the locker room.

I heard Uncle Joss quarrelling with some man.

He took his horse away.

And in the morning, I saw a nose,

hanging from a beam above the door.

Just the other man had gone.

Mary, men quarrelled, perhaps they had been drinking.

Well, he had killed him.

Just hung him in the bar. I saw the nose.

You saw him hang him?

No.

Or heard him?

No, but I...

But I heard him ask the other man.

He said it's for you to say.

What other man, Mary? What was he like?

I didn't see him while he heard him speak.

But I heard my uncle talk to him and...

And then he went into the bar.

You must think me a fanciful child repeating fairy tales.

No, Mary, I don't think you're being fanciful.

I believe every word you've said.

I think that your uncle Joss' Jamaica in is an est of smugglers

and that they bring the goods there before they're sent on up country.

What about the man in the bar?

He was murdered.

I'm certain...

Mary...

I heard my uncle threaten him.

Mary, people threaten each other every day of their lives.

They hung each other every time they did half.

My parish would be adorning the trees.

Listen to me, Mary.

I am your friend and you can trust me.

And as I said before, if you ever become worried or distressed,

you come here and tell me at once.

And if I'm not here, Hannah will be and she will look after you until I return.

Now, that's a bargain between us, isn't it?

Yes.

Thank you.

I know every one of these stones.

I've touched them, slept beneath them.

I told them secrets.

Secrets no man will ever know.

They are my kin.

Over here, Mary lies Dostmari Pool.

I painted it on a night like this.

They say the water is bottomless.

It emerges out of the mouth of hell.

200 years ago, a man called Jan Tragegel was accused of selling his soul to the devil.

It murdered his son, the man who was killed by the devil.

He was killed by the man who was killed by the devil.

He was killed by the man who was killed by the devil.

He murdered his wife and children.

His punishment was to empty Dostmari Pool with a perforated limping shell.

He was guarded by headless hounds who would pursue him across the moor.

You can still hear his screams if you listen, Kathleen.

Listen.

Listen, Mary, Hannah.

Listen, Mary.

Listen, I can point out.

There will be no argument tonight with the landlord of Jamaica.

Come and see for yourself.

You can walk inside and go upstairs to bed.

You won't even know you're here.

Thank you for helping me.

Listen, Mary.

Listen, Mary.

You've been following me, Jim Merlin.

You're glad of yourself, woman.

You're going to be skinned bone.

You ought to eat more.

I don't like a woman of mine looking like that.

But it's fortunate for both of us that I'm not.

How's the land goal?

His life's his own as so is his business.

It's nothing to do with me.

Well, well.

Who bought about this change in your character?

So you let my brother line the rooms of Jamaica in with kegs of brandy and rum and say nothing.

Is that it?

Supposing you meddled in other things.

Supposing it was a question of life and death.

Oh, murder.

What then?

Do you know what I do?

What?

Who do you think you could trust?

Squire basset?

Anyone?

Don't close your eyes, Mary, you know.

Don't pretend nothing goes on at Jamaica and except for a few stolen trinkets.

That's more than you know.

Why do you think your arm patience looks like a living ghost?

Can you tell me that?

Ask you the next time the wind blows from the northwest.

Let me take you away from that place just for a few hours.

Come to Lornston with me on Christmas Eve.

Why should I?

You are not.

You are impossible, woman.

Have you ever been to Lornston?

No.

Come with me.

I'll be selling squire basset to Black Pony there.

Selling the one you stole.

That's right.

Do you want to come with me?

It's a fine town, especially on market day.

You'll be selling a stolen animal.

How many times do I have to tell you?

It'll make someone a fine present for Christmas.

Besides, you best be away from Jamaica in on that day.

To find out anything about my brother.

He'll be rising from his brandy bed and looking for trouble.

So what do you say?

You know exactly what I say.

I'm not coming to Lornston to see you caught with a stolen pony.

I'm delighted that you are about.

But you are about.

Nor do I have any desire to spend Christmas in Christmas.

I see you worried about your own hide.

Well done because no one's going to catch me.

Not yet a while.

Take a risk, Mary.

And do you like excitement?

Or do they breed you soft down in Helson way?

Some of them?

Not me.

I'm not afraid to go with you.

I'd rather be in prison than live in Jamaica in any way.

Do you have a way to north hill across the mall?

No, but I'll find it.

Leave the inn at 11 and make sure you're not seen.

I'll be there.

You sure?

I'll say the word.

You're a rare woman, Mary-Yellen.

Right tonight.

Mary!

Mary, where have you been?

It's nearly five o'clock.

He's been asking for you all day.

Well, why should he ask for me?

He's been sitting by the kitchen window looking out for you all afternoon.

Oh, Mary.

This is a terrible time when he's recovering.

Why should he want me?

All day he's been asking for you.

I'm sorry.

Uncle Joss.

Uncle Joss.

Mary.

You left me.

Have you seen her?

I was taken up of Joss.

There's no one here only myself.

Are you well?

Do you need help?

I can't scare me.

Jackman can't harm the living.

I've brought it out like a country, aren't they?

Well, what am I dreaming to see then?

A comler faces things out of the darkness.

I wake up sweating.

Oh!

Come here.

Close to me for a talk.

Oh, no, no, no. You're not afraid, right?

Oh.

She's humble.

I got one.

I've killed man with my bare hands.

A tractor into the water, beaten them with stones and rocks.

Never thought I'd think I'd have gone to sleep with my bed like I'd been able.

I see these faces.

White cream places coming at me out of the water.

But I, eaten by the fish.

Some of them are torn.

There's fresh hanging after bones, with ribbons, and some of them.

And see you in the night!

Ah!

There's one time that I was this woman,

was hanging to her house.

Her hair was hanging down like a children of rocks.

The ship was on the rocks, you see.

And the ocean was a still-as-a-moor-a-bond,

and they were all walking ashore, just up to the waist, you see what?

We were scared.

So the woman called out to me for help.

And my hair in the face was a storm.

She let go of the raft.

And the child...

She cried for help.

And they were coming ashore.

The first time we mis- calculated the tide, you see.

And we were afraid because, soon, that beyond dry land,

to tunnel the tail, and we had to...

their stone and...

We think that rocks and stones till they sank in front of them four feet of water.

Iron!

The woman...

I'm sorry.

I'll drown.

And as they couldn't stand...

as a water.

So...

Mm-mm.

If you never heard of the records before, child...

Yes.

I've heard of records before.

They killed my father.

They took everything from him.

His books. His money.

The look at my mother gave him.

If and whom wedding ring.

And then...

finally...

they killed him.

Oh no.

Oh, that was not mine.

Mine!

Child...

I didn't grow it.

Love!

Oh, stay up with me like I said.

What is it?

What is it?

Love?

Love?

Love?

Who's that?

Who's that?

Who's that?

Who's that?

Hey, Renvy.

You know, Mortí has helped patients.

The grieving is over.

It's buried with your sister.

Joe Haas?

I'm going to help you.

I need you.

No!

Well, well, it's that mate from Jamaica in.

It seems a putness to a walk.

Happy Christmas.

A girl that claims that innocence so loudly is mixing with some very strange friends.

Well, landlord's own brother.

Since we hadn't for Lonesome.

Want me to follow?

We should observe at a distance of first and I'll leave it to your common sense.

Here, take the reins.

He'll cross some more blindfold, don't worry about it.

I'm not.

What's the matter with you today?

The color's gone. You've no light in your eyes.

Are you will?

No.

It's just that I haven't left the ends since I last saw you.

I stayed in my room with my thoughts.

Wretched thoughts by the look of you.

What's been happening at Jamaica in?

Nothing's been happening.

I'm assuming myself has changed.

I'm not sure.

Damn it.

Are you going to tell me why you sat in your room for four days without speaking of your minute guess?

I know women love to be mysterious.

There's no mystery about it.

You asked me last time we met.

I'm looking for a man looking like a living ghost.

I know I do. That's all.

What are you going to do about it?

I don't know.

You don't expect me to tell you to.

Why not? I hold no brief for just.

He's your brother. That's good enough for me.

Is it now?

Well, wait a minute.

I said, wait a minute.

Are you implying that I waste my time working for my brother?

There'll be little waste of time from what I've seen. I'm profit enough.

Dead men tell no tales, Jim Merlin, your own brother's words.

But dead ships do when they're on a shore and a fair wind.

Not the first or the second, perhaps, or even the third.

When there's a fourth dead ship and no one has course with it and it stinks to heaven

and the whole country's up in arms and wants to know why.

Joss, he's lost his own rudder by now and he's heading for the shore himself.

Will you keep him company?

Me?

It's a name, woman. What have I got to do with him?

He can run his own head into a noose.

I may have helped myself to back you down, man.

But I'll tell you something and you can believe it or not.

I have never killed a man.

I have never killed a man.

Oh, no! Not when going to the subway! Back to the old men's southerners.

By the end of the day, Mary, you'll have a new dress.

And a jail to wear it, Ed.

Hold up, hold up. Who's gonna take him off?

Just flying out of here.

Anyone who's been staying clean can get two golden southerners.

Not when going to the subway, back to golden.

More than you, make it in here, Ed.

Come on, run!

Thank you very much.

Three pounds. How do you have faith in me?

I still feel someone might recognise the Squires pony.

I want to recognise him because he's a different colour.

Nobody's looking for a black pony.

It'll be fine.

Tung to the rain.

Come on, let's get some food.

Hello, three-farrow-foyed men.

All alone, please.

Please.

Oh, no, James.

Did you ever see such a delicious pony in your life?

He holds his head just like what you did.

Oh, no!

I can't help it!

Oh!

That was so!

Not even you, hit the loop.

Oh, my name!

Not even you, Ed.

Oh, Jan!

By me, Oz.

I'm going to go watch my life.

No!

The likenesses are uncanny.

Except this animal is black.

What do you think of him, James?

Damn it, Mariah.

I don't know a thing about horses.

The pony you lost was a grey, wasn't it?

This thing's a heavenly idea.

A bony.

But it would be such a good Christmas present for the children.

They've played for Roger ever since beauty disappeared.

All surprise, James, will you?

Look here, my man.

Do you want to sell that black pony of yours?

No.

He's promised to a friend.

I wouldn't like to go back on my word.

Besides, you wouldn't carry you.

He's only been ridden by children.

Oh, really?

Oh, I see. Thank you.

Mariah, this fellow says the pony is not present.

Is he sure?

What I said, my heart on him.

I'll pay his price.

Tell him.

Ask him a good for him.

Look here, my man.

This lady's taken offense to that pony of yours.

She's just lost one.

Oh, sad.

Quite.

And she wants to replace it.

Her children will be most disappointed if they hear about it.

Damn your friend, you know.

He must wait.

What's your price?

Eight guineas.

At least that's what my friend was going to pay.

But...

I'm not that anxious to sell him.

I'll give you ten for him.

I'm Mrs. Bassett from North Hill.

And I want the pony as a Christmas present for my children.

I have half the sum here in this purse.

And this gentleman will give you the rest.

Squire Bassett is in law, Mr. Brown.

Is he?

Yes.

And I want the pony to be a surprise to him, as well as to my children.

I agree.

It certainly will be a surprise.

My groom shall fetch the pony immediately and write him to North Hill before my husband leaves the town.

Now, here's the money.

Thank you, madam.

Thank you, sir.

I do hope Squire Bassett will be very pleased with your bargain.

I'm sorry.

I do hope Squire Bassett will be very pleased with your bargain.

I'm certain he'll be delighted.

Goodbye.

I've just bought a pony for Master Robert and Master Henfry.

Will you find Richards and tell him he's to ride a bank home?

I do.

What do you think of your whole Steve friend now?

That's where I was pushed out now, thank you.

We've not finished yet.

Here.

Phew.

How would you like to run yourself?

A whole six-plus.

Hang on to that pony and when the groom comes for him, hand him over for me, would you?

Oh!

Keep burning you, there's something behind.

Stan, there's a dead-end canvas, a let stone pony back to Mrs. Bassett herself.

He'd let me came to me now, aren't you?

Yes.

It's not her.

I didn't follow myself enough for one night, I shouldn't be willing.

It's time we thought it would turn him.

Not yet.

Yes.

No, give me a loan.

She don't want to ride in the open in Miss Windy.

You'll get colder once when you leave the town.

And it's going to rain?

I can see that, but I don't believe.

Look, I'd hate for you to get Ayla with really upset me.

I'd never forgive myself.

Why don't we just spend the night here in Lourston?

No, you go get the pony cart and let us leave.

I'll wait here.

Don't be a puritan, Mary.

I'll get soaked to the skin on the Bodmin Road.

I mean, it's miles and miles.

Then the dark you never know what murderers are looking around.

You'd want to get your throat cut on Christmas Eve now, would you?

Take me home, Gem.

Couldn't you just pretend you're in love with me just for one night?

Are you talking to me like this because I'm the bar maid at Jamaica?

Damn, Jamaica.

I like the look of you and the feel of you and that's enough for any man.

It ought to be enough for any woman, too.

I dare say it is for some but not for me.

Why?

They make you different from other women.

Stay here with me tonight and we can find out.

You'll be like the rest of them by the time the morning came.

I promise you that.

I don't doubt it.

That's why I'd rather risk getting soaked or having my throat cut.

I don't wonder my brother took to his bed and his bottle for a week with you in the house.

All right, Miss Yellen, I'll fetch the cart and take you home, but I'll kiss you first.

Stay here, I'll be long.

Come on, Miss Yellen.

Oh, my Dad.

Say something.

een.

Achilles...

The

slider.

tell him to get away.

Miss, are you looking for your friend, the one who gave me this arm?

Yes, that's right.

You seen him?

Seen him.

I can tell you about him.

What do you have to say, then?

He was in the company of a gentleman barely ten minutes ago.

And with the help of my friends and I, he was persuaded to enter a carriage that was waiting at the door.

He seemed to want to resist at first, but we soon decided that.

He seemed to have something to do with a black pony.

Perhaps he asked, who are you, Price?

While I wrote that fellow must be to desert one so young and innocent to you.

Why not stay here and rest and forget him?

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

Excuse me.

Are you taking the landing roll?

Aah!

What?

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Excuse me.

Are you taking the landing roll?

What are you doing alone on Bodman Moore on Christmas Eve?

Step inside Mary, Ellen, before you surrender to the elements.

Go on, dry love.

Oh, you're all wet through to the skin.

You better take off your clothes.

There is a dry rug here that will serve you for the rest of the journey.

That will be your feet. They will be better there.

The carriages are comparatively free from draft.

The carriages are very free.

The carriages are very free from the rest of the journey.

The carriages are very free from the rest of the journey.

The carriages are very free from the rest of the journey.

The carriages are very free from the rest of the journey.

The carriages are very free from the rest of the journey.

The carriages are very free from the rest of the journey.

Now, what on earth prompted a younger like you to be alone on the Moore of a night like this?

It's becoming a habit of yours.

I was coming back from Lornston and a wasterloan.

Oh, not alone? Where is your companion? Did he abandon you?

In a way.

They will inquire who this gallant person might be.

He's just someone I know.

He's my uncle's brother, Jim Merlin.

Jim? Merlin?

So you've not been lonely after all.

I wondered why you hadn't visited me.

You're right to think of me. He's dishonest in a thief. I know that.

He told me as much in the beginning. But beyond that...

He knows nothing of the landlord's trade by night.

He's not of the company that bring the wagons.

I don't know, Reverend Davy. He admits nothing.

But he told me one thing. He said he had never killed a man and I believed him.

I still believe him.

He also said my uncle was running straight into the hands of the law and they'd catch him before long.

Surely he wouldn't say that if he was one of their company.

You told me once before that you had some acquaintance with the squire.

Perhaps you could persuade him to deal mercifully with Jim when the time comes.

After all, he's young, then.

But it'd be easy for you in your position.

Are you pleading for a thief, Mary Ellen?

Oh, don't be ashamed. It's an honorable trait in your character.

My acquaintance with Squire Bassett is of the slightest.

But I will see what I can do.

Thank you.

However, what if your new friend was guilty of other crimes?

Of conspiring with his brother against the lives of his fellow creatures?

What then, Mary Ellen?

Friend Davy, I know that it is wrong to say this, but I can't see you.

I just can't look ahead anymore.

I can't make plans or think for myself.

I just keep going round and round in a trap, all because of a man who has nothing to do with my brain.

Or my understanding.

I don't want to love like a woman, or feel like a woman.

I don't want to go through the agony that my mother went through.

She didn't want to live anymore.

That emotional friend's be Reverend Davy.

And I don't want it to happen to me ever.

You're still shivering.

You are very young, Mary.

Do you survive this crisis?

And not too many more tears need be shared.

You will forget your friend and his stolen pony very soon.

And be assured, you are not the first to bite your nails over a lost lover.

No, suddenly not the first.

Reverend Davy, have you ever heard of wreckers?

Reverend Davy, my uncle, keeps a company of wreckers. He told me so himself.

They're all in it.

And the cost to the Tamar bag, all of them, all those men I saw in the internet for Saturday night.

The gypsies, the pultures, the tinners, all of them.

They've murdered women and children with their own hands.

They've held them under the water and beaten them with rocks and stones.

Those are death records. They travel the roads by night, Reverend Davy.

And the goods they carry are not smoke or casks alone.

But the full cargo of wrecked ships.

And that's why my uncle is feared and loathed by the people of the farms and the cottages

and where they bar their doors against him and where the coach drives past the inn

without stopping. They suspect what they cannot prove.

My aunt is in a mortal terror of discovery.

And my uncle has only to lose himself in drink but for a stranger.

And his secret is revealed.

They're Reverend Davy.

That's what's happening at Jamaica Inn.

So the landlord talks when he is drunk.

He talks, yes.

We are approaching the turning to Altman.

The driver is bound for Bodman and he will take you on to Jamaica Inn.

Sleep well tonight. Tomorrow is Christmas Day.

And the bells of Altman will be ringing for peace and goodwill.

I shall think of you. Good night.

Drive on!

Heavy�

Baby, showcrap!

And now.

Who was it now, Nick?

I got him!

See you.

I've chosen to come back with your tail between your legs.

See who we have here, my good men.

I'll say hello to the lads, mitty.

You're old.

Lost your tongue, have you?

I'd like to tell the whole world about him and see him dangle at rope and like a scalded cat.

Have you wished tonight, Mitty?

Oh, I guess I'll have you wished.

Stand on the shore and watch the dawn and the coming of the tide.

You know what that means, don't you?

My sweet, lovely, stubborn little niece.

You'll see how your dear father died.

Nick!

Come on!

Samuel, my boy.

Walk her nice and easy along the path here.

Down across the bay and up the cliffs above Foxy's coast.

There she is.

A Dutch yeast, India man, if my information is correct.

I don't know these shores too well.

Walk her nice and steady, keeping level with the ship all the time.

Don't think another vessel's in shore.

Don't come too close on the rocks alone.

Come in, my darling!

These beautiful rocks are waiting for you!

Come on, me darling!

Come in, brilliant place, mighty lovely rock!

He's not on earth!

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Didn't expect to find me yet, did you? Oh, not be on the shore with the others

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There's weapons in there just she must be taken arms to Spain

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All dead everyone sir for souls

One of them one of the records stop it

To get away

Ah

You were stripping the dead sir, what should we do with it?

Can you bother fire?

Need a drying

It's all right Mary it's all right now

How long have I laid you two days?

Oh that you should have walked me up

It's keeping me here

Mary you couldn't move you were all bleeding and broken I bathed you while you was still asleep

Oh I thank the dear lord that no real harm has come to you

No real harm

You know who did this to me don't you?

You know where they took me

What are you going to do?

I have business of my own

Hello Mary your uncle is down below and he will not let you leave

I'm not afraid of him

Do not anger him again Mary for my sake and for yours please do not anger him again

You know what you suffered already

Ever since he brought you home he sat down below not moving a gun across his knee

Every room in the inn is barred

Mary you don't understand if you go downstairs he may hurt you again

He may even kill you

I've never seen him like this before

Mary don't go down

Please don't mind me I beg you

Please don't go down

He is so sad

I'm patient so I've gone through enough out of loyalty to you but not anymore

Men were murdered by your husband on that shore

Don't you understand?

And were drowned in the sea

I could see nothing else but that

I shall thank nothing else until my dying day

You're calm

It's not a calm

I'll wait again soon

It was good as day to all three of us

We're finished

What do you mean?

Who are you afraid of?

Who aren't you?

Our secrets are still my own

There's no escape for you either

Or surrounded on both sides now

And one side is the law

And the other

It's like to go and

It's like to have the name on your ship

You go out and turn it and see me hang

Thank you

My God, we're creep away now

The chat is in this favor

We're going to be lost

We're going to be across in the devil in a few hours

Don't you realize that half the people between here and lost

And think under very devil himself

They can't wait to pin every crime and corn all onto my head

If we bolt now

Then we have to both

No way must

God, Father, you're so brave

God, Father, you're so brave

It's me

I'm so old

Yes

Yes, yes, yes, yes

Oh

All countries gone up in smoke, Joss

Everyone in Cornwall from Taimartas and Iges out for blood

Oh my God

It's only one end to this, you know the name of it, don't you Joss?

That's why I've got a run for it

Oh, it is poison

Bardmen, lonesome, worst of all

But if we keep to the morris

Get into Devon's off, on his leg

Joss is out, we can save ourselves

What are you going to say?

Is madness to stay?

You've never got a lease straight away?

Oh, Joss, I've got a seat!

Take what's coming to me without you bleeding that man like a sheep woman

So...

It runs

Would you hurry?

Get run with your tail between your legs

Because a few clerks and Wesleyans are claim to Jesus for your blood

Run!

Be done to you!

I'll face the world alone, Harry

We can talk, keep me without talking to each other's throats

Talk about what?

That's got a quick, Joss

That's evident, bless us once to why

It's like this Joss

I don't see the sense in quitting

Empty handed, do you?

Now there's a bit of stuff we put in that room two days ago

Oh, well, what I mean is

I don't see why some of it shouldn't help us into Devon, do you?

We're friends, ain't we?

There's no harm in plain speaking, tween friends!

For stuffs, yeah?

Supposing it isn't, supposing I've gotten rid of it

The culture's passed by my door

Every day I've been kicking my heels here for two days

What then, Harry?

You've played a double game up here, then Joss

I mean, you've taken your orders from someone else

Someone who's above you

You mean, cut the load on your skin

I'm a reasonable man

I could deal with you

We have to move, that's for sure, but not today

Tomorrow, Sunday, day of rest

It all be in their little chapels with blinds drawn and sad faces

And same prayers for the poor sailor men

And even twelve wrecks wouldn't get them from their knees

To seek should devil on the Sabbath

Now, you have been itching to get your hands on that merchandise

That we took off the ship the other day

Now, Joss, I'm going to put you in a place where you can examine it to your heart's good

You realize patience, my dear?

This is the first time we've offered hospitality to milk it in?

Free me too

Free me!

It was going to turn, I could see it in his eyes for weeks

He'll fight on the winning side without bite your hand when the love changes

At some end we've got a bad way of a hard journey

To what a knight, and it won't be an easy one

I'm not hungry

Good man

Joss?

Joss, I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I can't say that

I'm not sure

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I had to see you to apologize

for deserting you at launched

I don't expect your forgiveness

I can't tell you the reason, but I am sorry.

How did you get in here?

It's with a window. Where were the dogs?

Run away when your brother was drunk and they haven't come back.

So even his animals desert her. Where is he now?

Downstairs, probably. It's afraid of something or someone.

Wait till they're with a gun.

He has every reason to be afraid.

I came here to see him, but if he's gone a gun, I'll make him tomorrow.

Tomorrow may be too late.

What do you mean?

He intends to leave Jamaica and buy nightfall.

Are you telling me the truth?

Why should I lie to you?

What do you want to see him?

When did this happen?

Christmas Eve, your brother and his friends.

You were with him.

On the shore?

God, oh mighty, why did you go?

I had no choice, but if you know about it, how come you asked me?

How much have they heard you?

You see for yourself, I tried to escape.

They caught me.

I want you to go away from me.

I'm going now.

No.

I mean, away from the moors, away from Jamaica in.

I want you to tell me that you'll never come back here again.

I can face you, brother.

I mean, no danger for me now.

But I don't want you to be here tomorrow.

Promise me that.

What?

What have you got in your mind?

There's nothing to concern you.

I can just bring you into danger.

I can't say any more.

I'd rather you trusted me.

Trust you.

God, of course I trust you.

It's you who would trust me a damn fool.

All right.

You play your own game, man.

And leave me to play mine.

I can't stop you.

Goodbye.

One day when all this is over, you'll go back to your village and wet a farmer and live respectable among your neighbours.

But whatever happens, don't tell me once lived that Jamaica ran.

And that a horse thief wanted to make love to you.

They'd shut their doors against you.

Joss!

Joss!

And you're going to let me over here, Joss!

Remember, you don't shut up!

Joss!

Awakian, when it's dark.

Find us.

Do you have any?

I must see the river and day be immediately.

But he's not here.

Not here?

Where is he?

Sorry, my dear, but the vicar left Alton in this morning, straight after service.

Oh, I must see him. Do you know when you'll be back?

No.

Maybe not till tomorrow.

Oh, no.

Do you know where you might find the nearest magistrate?

If that would be a squared bastard, I'd put Northfield.

But that's four miles away.

You're shorty-can, what would they're now?

I must.

Forgive me, Hannah, for being so mysterious, but I'm in great trouble.

I'm not sure.

Forgive me, Hannah, for being so mysterious, but I'm in great trouble.

When you see the Reverend David, would you tell him where I've gone?

And tell him...

Tell him that my uncle is going to leave the inn tonight for Devon.

You don't understand how important that is.

You promised me you'll do that.

Yes, of course.

Oh, thank you, Hannah.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

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I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

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I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

What do you want?

I've come to see Squire Bass at unvery urgent business.

Well, he'd not know my name, but if he would speak to me for a few minutes, I'll explain.

Mr Bassett left for lonesome this morning.

It was called away hurriedly and has not yet returned.

Oh, no.

I've just walked across the most for miles to see.

And if I don't talk to him with the next hour or something, it'll happen.

Is there no one else I could talk to?

Mrs Bassett is the home.

Oh, please.

It's her desperate importance.

Perhaps she will see you.

It doesn't have to do with the horses, is it?

Which has told me one of them would not take his food.

No, my brain use them of the kind.

If I could speak to you alone.

Come near of the fire.

You look frozen to death.

Now, what can I do for you?

I must know when the squire is returning.

I have no idea.

He was obliged to leave this morning at a moment's notice.

To tell you the truth, I'm seriously concerned about him.

My husband has set out for rest a very dangerous man who keeps an in on the Bodman Road.

Squire suspected him for some time of terrible crimes.

It was not until this morning that the fool proof came into his hands.

Proof?

Proof about just Merlin.

But who gave him this proof?

I don't know.

How did you note concern this man, Merle?

She's his niece, isn't she?

Would you recognize her, Madam?

She was with his horse, Stephen Brother in L

who just Merlin is my uncle.

But I came here to warn your husband that he intended to escape from the end tonight.

I didn't know the squire knew already.

You must believe me.

I risked everything to come here.

No leave for a moment.

She made me a good liar, but I doubt it.

Certainly if she too were guilty, she would not visit her.

Unless she wanted to save her own skin.

Believe me, Madam, when the Reverend Davey wasn't at all,

my head knew where else to go to for help but here.

You are a friend to Reverend Davey.

Yes, Madam.

But you must have been travelling these moors for hours.

Oh, Madam, I've done as senseless then.

I thought it clever to escape from the end,

but I've only succeeded in making a fool of myself and of everyone else.

When my uncle discovers my room empty, he'll realise that I've betrayed him.

He'll leave the inn before the squire arrives.

If you're permission, Madam, I'll take two servants and ride to Jamaica in immediately.

You're best day here.

From the silence it would appear the squire has not yet arrived.

Where are they?

Shouldn't they have been here by now?

Sure.

I've no explanation for it.

We must go in.

I'd rather meet my uncle.

I'd rather meet my uncle.

I'd rather meet my uncle.

I'd rather meet my uncle.

I'd rather meet my uncle.

I'd rather meet my uncle.

I'd rather meet my uncle, face to face them.

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Why should anyone want to kill her?

Because she knew who the man was.

What the trouble are you doing here?

Mother, this is the wife of the murder, Mrs. Bassett, some of you out here.

My wife?

Merlin's niece discovered the body, sir.

Say, the one murdered.

Yes, sir. You know who did it?

No, sir. They were dead when we arrived.

We thought you might be here, sir.

Took an hour to look the exercise, man.

Are the bodies in there?

Yes, sir. Can't see what you can find, sir.

Come on.

That's for you. I'm in two minds.

I believe you to be in conspiracy with your uncle against the law.

Marnie!

You got the murderer!

Oh, sir. You know him?

No, sir. I've never seen him.

We found him in the borrowed room.

They're out there. Line on some sacks.

What this man calling me a murderer?

What murder is he talking about?

Stop him, lads!

Don't talk!

The door was locked upon him.

It took three of us to break it down from the outside.

I've murdered anyone?

I've seen anyone for two days.

He's obviously capable of murder.

Not of Merlin and his wife.

He's never left that room at all.

No other way. He could get out.

No, it was impossible for him to lock himself in.

He was imprisoned in there.

And he's not a murderer.

But he's guilty enough to keep him in irons.

Take him away. Hold him. Come on. That's a way.

Turned King's evidence before we hang him.

One of his companions killed Josh Merlin and will track him down

if we set every holding Cornwall on his heels.

That girl, I'm sure, knows much more than she's saying.

Damn right, she does.

I'll tell you something, Miss Yellen.

What you saw in there is not justice enough for the crime

that man has been committing for 20 years.

I don't like to have seen him hanged publicly in Lonson Square.

And believe me, there's not a living soul in this county.

It would not have clammered to be there.

But even though that man is dead,

there is one even worse who's still alive.

I don't know who he is, but I shall find out.

I made that vow before God when I became squire of this land.

So even if you suspect who he is,

tell me now, or by heaven child you'll be damned forever.

I don't know who killed him. I swear it.

You've not been shy to light him in before.

I've just seen the murdered body of my aunt.

She's the only relative I had left.

Now there's no one.

Stop in the name of the King. What's your business here?

Mr. Bastard of North Hill.

Yes.

Yes.

I had a message from Mary Ellen of Jamaica in asking for my help.

I see that I've come too late.

You remember me, of course we have met before.

Of course, Reverend Davie.

Forgive me, Mary, for not being at home when you called.

I'm glad to see that you are safe.

But it creates me to see you look so distressed.

What has been happening here?

Reverend Davie.

I'll tell you everything there is to know, but please,

grant me one more favour.

What is it?

Take me away from Jamaica in.

It shall be done.

There. Drink this.

I have to go out, but I'll be back in an hour or two.

Hannah will show you to your room when you're tired.

Thank you.

I'll never forget your kindness.

Oh, it's nothing more than an apology for not being here when you needed me.

And it is also...

Mary.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Consider this your home.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mary.

This time, some lawyer must be dealt with.

It's been dealt with the others.

Whatever you say,

do it alone or we do it together.

Decisions yours.

We're doing it together.

Come.

We're ready.

I'll be leaving you now, Miss Yellen.

But I just thought I'd show you your room before I go.

Thank you, but I'm not tired yet.

Just so you know where it is,

The wind's very cold tonight.

So I've left you plenty of blankets.

It should be comfortable.

It is, thank you.

I'll leave you the lantern.

Is this the river Davis room?

I...

When he's at home...

Good night, Miss Yellow.

Mmm.

New man, did you say?

Yes, new forage squire.

I've put it up in the head and made her in this afternoon.

It's Tom Jory's work. I'd know it anywhere.

Mmm-hmm. Who's Jory?

The Smith at Lornston.

I'll ride there now and I'll come over and do it for you.

What till Lornston at this time of night?

Do you mad?

Blacksmiths don't work up a sundae unless it's someone they respect.

Tom would remember who it was, sir.

Yes.

The next closing, the girl.

We'll lay the scoundrel by the heels within the week.

If not earlier, squire. Good night to you.

Good night.

What's up?

Oh, forgive me.

It's always so soon and I have blundered into your dreams.

It's a cold supper, but I know you are hungry.

You top?

I can assure you it's not poisoned.

Well, aren't you curious to know where I've been?

It's no business mind.

Oh, but it is.

You asked for my help, did you not?

Yes, I never thanked you for coming so quickly. Did you make it?

Well, not quite so quickly.

My horse was lame and progress was rather slow, did you make it?

You've been to North Hill.

Well, yes. Just now.

Squire Bassett insisted on a meeting regarding the murderer of your uncle and his wife.

And it was all agreed that he will not remain at liberty for long.

Does the Squire suspect anyone?

No. Not yet.

What's the peddler's name?

I can't remember.

Harry, isn't it?

Yes, I think that's right.

Forgive me for talking about him, Mary, but he really intrigues me.

You see, I find it remiss of the murderer not to have looked into the barred room.

May have been that he was pressed for time,

but a minute or two could hardly have affected the issue.

Then he would most certainly have made the whole affair more thorough.

In what way?

Why, by putting paid to the peddler's account.

You see, peddler Harry went so far as to suggest that the landlord of Jamaica in was their leader in name only,

and that he had his orders from one above him.

Naturally, everyone became very disturbed and excited about this.

But if what he says is true, it must be that the unknown leader and the murderer are one and the same person.

Don't you agree?

You're so supposed so.

Almost certainly he lives nearby, which is why the squire intends to question every inhabitant in the radius of ten miles.

So you see, Mary, the net will close around the murderer, and if he carries long, he will be caught.

We're all convinced of that.

But by the way, I saw an acquaintance of yours today.

Tom!

Tom!

Did you not know that Jim informed against his brother?

He informed against Joss?

He certainly did.

Don't you believe me?

I believe I'm the biggest fool who has ever born in Cornwall.

What else did he say? Did he say anything about me?

Was it North Elwyn you left?

He was.

In fact, it was his last remark that hurried me home.

Why, what did he say?

Well, I overheard him remark that it was his intention to visit the blacksmith in Lonston.

But what has it to do with you if he visits a blacksmith?

Well, he will show him a new horseshoe that he picked up in the heather near Jamaica Inn.

Obviously, the job was carelessly done.

And young Jim Merlin, being a stealer of horses, thinks he knows the work of every blacksmith on the more.

And what then?

Well, yesterday was Sunday.

Was it not?

No blacksmith should work on a Sunday unless he has great respect for his customer.

And only one travelled a past Tom Jory Smithy to beg a new shoe for his horse before continuing his journey to Jamaica Inn.

But how do you know these things?

Because my innocent friend, the traveller was myself.

The vicar of Altenon.

Hi. Very same.

Are you sure?

I know him, well enough. I had not met Ravey.

Get to North Hill. Tell Bassett everything he told me.

And where were you, bay? It took to have been bad.

No, I'll be an Altenon.

And so now you know that it was I who killed the landlord of Jamaica Inn and his wife.

Nor would the peddler have lived that I know of his existence.

Now you know that it was I who gave your uncle his orders and that he was a leader in name only.

I have sat here at night with him in the map of Cornwall spread out on the table before us.

But you were the rock, Mary Allen, against which we ran aground.

With your wide, inquiring eyes you came amongst us.

And I knew then that the end was near.

But I became your friend. Did I not?

And gave you good advice.

But you believe me, he could not have been better by a magistrate himself.

Your uncle knew nothing of our strange friendship, did he?

He brought his own death upon himself, Mary.

My disobedience.

My drinking himself to madness.

Setting the whole country ablaze.

I knew then that he had betrayed himself and that the rope around his neck would play his last card and name me master.

Therefore they had to die, Mary.

And had you been at Jamaica Inn the night I passed by you too?

No, you would not have died. You would have come with me then.

As you must come with me now.

If you're thinking of screaming for help, remember, they go to bed very early in Altonham.

And by the time you wake them I shall be away, among the more.

And you should be lying on your face with your youth and beauty gone forever.

Scream if you wish.

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

Gone! And you'll never find them!

What about the girl?

She's a little bit old.

A head?

Maybe two hours or three lies the Atlantic coast.

It has been my friend before.

And it will be so now.

The Atlantic?

And you plan to leave Cornwall?

Leave Cornwall?

Oh, I have been in Spain and Africa Mary.

I have been in the distant countries of the east.

But my soul has never left these ancient moors.

They are its beginning.

And its proper dwelling place.

Why should it leave them now?

Cut!

Come on!

Come on!

Here!

Listen!

That sound, you know what it is.

I know what it is.

I've heard it before.

And I'd forgotten it.

It's the sound of bloodhounds.

Come, there's a dog coming in.

Don't go anywhere.

Mary, don't!

Come, there's a dog coming in.

Ask her to go.

Help me!

Help!

Don't move that!

Mary, don't!

Now, whether you're my friend or my enemy.

I must have you with me now.

Please, don't do that again.

I'm going to go.

This is a place of worship, Mary.

Or ancient, and more sacred than that church.

Where I mouthed pious platitudes to my dreary flock.

And this stone was put here by forces that modern man has no conception of.

A force from the stars.

I can move mountains.

The old wife's tale to turn your head, Francis, baby.

How can you know such things?

Because I was there.

I need no half remembered stories to remind me.

The druid soul passes from one dying body to another, a new born.

In an endless cycle of reincarnation, we are such souls, Mary.

I recognized you, that first time on the moors.

And in the darkness, one night at Jamaica Inn, when I told your uncle to kill that worthless fella.

Oh, yes.

I saw you then.

We have no use for such draws, Mary.

Our souls span the arches of eternity.

Come.

The stone is called a falling rock.

People will tell you it is so named because of its closeness to the sea.

But they're wrong.

It was here that the druids would come to take their step into eternity.

Come, Mary.

I'll take that step with me.

I'll help you take it, Ficker.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll help you take it, Ficker.

An answer led in the breast bonus and many of Paul lad along the path you seek.

It's a fair choice.

If you don't jump, I'll shoot you anyway.

You're as guilty as the hell you're going to.

But I doubt the assized courts would hang a cleric and a gentleman.

So you must take your way out.

Or mine.

I know I can't.

I don't know if it's...

I'm not sure if it's...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mary!

Come away.

Mary.

I'm sorry.

I can't hear you say it.

I'm sorry.

You're fine, Mary.

Please, come on business again.

Thank you, Mary.

I don't think I could ever.

I understand.

Remember that we'll always think of you.

Goodbye.

Good journey.

Bye.

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

Are you leaving with us saying goodbye?

How could I say goodbye, Jim Merlin?

Well, nobody's seen you for days.

I'm back to health, doesn't it, is it?

Yes.

What will you do there?

We'll try to start the farm again.

By yourself?

I have many friends in the village. They'll help me.

I hate villages.

I always get the feeling black living in a box.

Pokey knows over your gate into another man's garden.

And Mr. Potato's the larger than your own.

There's talk, and then there's an argument.

And you know if you cook rabbit for supper.

Then everyone will know about it.

It has no life for anyone.

Where are you going?

With Elsa.

I have an hatred for this neighborhood, the same as you.

I've stayed here too long.

This is my home, Mary, Ellen.

All I've ever had of it.

I take it with me and set up wherever my fancy takes me.

I've been a wanderer since I was a boy, and I did.

I'd say I'll die a wanderer too.

There's the only life in the world for me.

There's no peace, Gem.

In Wandering.

Where will you go?

Somewhere east of Tamar. It doesn't really matter. I'll just follow the road.

But I'll never be homesick like you.

I can't help being homesick.

I can't help wanting to see my friends again.

Go on then.

Go back to your friends with your cottage and its fireplace and its pictures and its neat little curtains.

Oh, you're suddenly so bitter.

Maybe because you're going away.

There's a coach to take you.

I'd like to be on the road myself.

If you were a man, I'd ask you to come with me.

And you would.

You'd sit here and we'd talk when we wanted.

And eat when we wanted for as long as we pleased.

I'd go with you now if you take me south.

That's what I'm bound north.

And you're not a man.

You're a woman.

As you know to your cost if you came with me.

Bye.

When you're no maid in Mitten's den in Hellston, you'll remember that.

Not to last you till the end of your days.

You stole horses, you'll say to yourself.

I didn't care for women.

But for my pride, I'd be with him now.

It's not pride, Gem.

You know that it's not pride.

There's a sadness in my heart.

The home.

And all that I've lost.

Run!

I'll be right back.

All right, turn.

Go in.

You've gone mad?

Yes!

Wait a minute. I'm not taking you to Hellston.

I know.

What about you trunking your possessions?

They belong there, I don't.

If you come with me, it'll be a hard life at times.

And a wild one, too.

I believe it.

And do you believe you love me?

Yes.

Better than Hellston.

I can't ever answer that.

That's good enough for me.

Here.

Mary, only.

Point the horse in any direction you wish.

Which way is North?

Straight out.

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