All language subtitles for Taboo (2017) - 01x01 - Episode 1.PROPER

[thunderclap]

[thunder rumbles]

[thunder rumbles]

[thunder rumbles]

[church bell chimes]

[women chatter]

[he intones unknown language]

Forgive me, Father...

for I have indeed sinned.

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[sea birds caw, church bell tolls]

[men shout in distance]

[cockerel crows]

[shouting and chatter]

[coarse laughter]

MAN: Behold!

A witness!

♪ Took the cursed Bonaparte
and threw a rope around his neck ♪

CHILDREN: ♪ Threw a
rope around his neck... ♪

Behold!

A good man!

Behold! A man of his calling!

Behold, a witness to
God's deep love for us all.

[church bell tolls]

[low choral singing]

Mrs. Geary, I do not
wish to be indelicate,

but did you pay the
grave-diggers the extra shilling?

What extra shilling?

To bury your father
deeper in the ground.

Resurrectionists pay extra

to be buried two feet
deeper than the rest.

That way, the grave-robbers
can't dig down to their meat

before the sun comes up.

My wife has no business
with the grave-diggers.

Her father will rest
at the regular depth.

[doors open]

[doors close heavily]

Dear God.

There walks a dead man.

[she gasps]

Who is that?

Is hell opened up?

Dear Lord Almighty,
is that your brother?

Before we begin, may we
bow our heads in prayer?

Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

- Thy kingdom come...
- [congregation murmur along]

thy will be done on
Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

[church bell tolls]

For as much as it hath pleased
Almighty God of his great mercy

to take unto himself the soul of
our dear brother, here departed,

we therefore commit
his body to the ground.

Earth to Earth...

- [he mutters in unknown language]
- ...ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure and certain
hope of the Resurrection.

[he mutters in unknown language]

We will change our vile body...

[he continues muttering]

according to the mighty working

whereby he is able to
subdue all things to himself.

[whispering in unknown language]

[he grunts]

Sir?

Mr. Delaney, is it?

Sir?

- James Delaney, is it?
- Who are you?

- They said you were dead.
- I am.

Such a shallow grave
they dug for my father.

Are you short of a
couple of shillings?

He was buried to the depth of my love.

Last years, he disgraced me.

Disgrace?

Hm.

[woman laughs flirtatiously]

Were those Negro words
he said over the grave?

Madness comes out through
the umbilical cord.

The pox in Africa goes directly to
the brain via these-- these worms.

They-- they crawl
through your veins.

- Where is he?
- He went to piss.

Any business with him will
be conducted in my presence.

See, I have the advantage,
I have read the will.

Meaning what?

Meaning I need to piss and
need no-one to hold my cock.

Begging the lady's pardon.

[horse neighs in distance]

[gunshot, horse neighs]

How came you to know
that your father was dead?

I heard he was sick
and I boarded a ship.

Yes, he was sick from madness.

Hear that?

Bile and bitterness.

Not a single tear from
anyone at the graveside.

I didn't hear any piss at the leather.

Perhaps you had no need, or
perhaps you came out here with--

With a purpose?

CHUCKLING: James...

- Who are you?
- I'm Thoyt, your father's lawyer.

Smallpox butchered me down to the bone

and, yes, I have other
business than pissing.

You know, in all of London,

only your father believed
you were still alive.

It was a symptom of his madness.

But he would talk to you, stand
on the north bank of the river

and call out to you on the other side.

Yes, I know, I heard him calling.

I'll speak plainly.

Your father drew up a will
of which I am executor.

In it, you are his only heir.

But, James, if you came home
expecting fortune, there is none.

The only legacy is a poisoned chalice.

Talk to me of poison.

Well, it's a small...
strip of coastline,

directly on the other
side of the world,

which your father held by
treaty with the Nootka tribe.

A wasteland.

If America were a pig facing England,

it is right at the pig's arse.

Just rocks and Indians.

The land in your father's
will is not only useless,

it is dangerous to any who owns it.

They're my rocks now.

James...

I can arrange the immediate
transfer of this particular asset.

[gunshot, horse neighs]

I'll send you a formal
proposition in writing.

[laughter and chatter]

[they sing mournfully]

Good day, sir.

These girls arriving are all whores.

They attend the funeral of a widower

'cause they know there'll
be lots of old men.

And that animal from Africa

is here to pick at an
old man's bones, too.

Perhaps we should let
Thoyt deal with the matter.

Let's call our carriage.

[he puts down glass]

One thing Africa did not cure...

is that I still love you.

And if you are ever
short of two shillings,

please do not hesitate to ask,

as Africa also served
me incredibly well.

Well, then you will have no
need for legacies now, will you?

We were just leaving.

Hm.

[women laugh flirtatiously]

[laughter and chatter distorts]

So, gentlemen, let's begin.

A clerk will record
every word that's said,

except when a fellow raises his hand.

Words from a raised hand will not...

enter the record.

Now, the issue today
is old man Delaney.

- May he rot in hell.
- [men chuckle]

The death of that mad
old bastard was welcome

and, as we thought at the time,

beneficial for the
honourable East India.

But things have changed.

Mr. Thoyt, welcome.

Give us the bad news.

As the late Mr. Delaney's lawyer,
I attended the funeral,

and a ghost appeared--

a son we all thought dead in Africa.

James Keziah Delaney.

Mr. Wilton, I asked
you to do some digging.

Which I have done, sir, and
most entertaining it has been.

In temperament, he takes
after his mad mother.

She was committed as
a resident of Bedlam.

Just stick to what
we know about the boy.

So, at the age of 11,

his exhausted father and
new bride put his son in

as a cadet at the East India Company
military seminary in Woolwich,

the year of our Lord 1798.

Delaney's son was a... company boy?

And, Sir Stuart, odd to relate,

the records show he was
once in your own regiment.

Well... [he chuckles]

I commanded so many of the
little bastards, I forget.

There is a copy of his attendance
record and the year-end report.

Yeah, year end record too.

My God!

Corporal James Keziah Delaney.

"Exceptional.
Exceptional. Exceptional.

Musket, shipcraft,
leadership. Exceptional."

But, sir, then along came
the year of our Lord 1800.

Exceptional in different ways.

I would guess that confidence
allowed his true savage nature

and mother's madness to emerge.

The necks he broke always
belonged to officers.

And then there is the setting ablaze

of a Navy boat in an
experiment with oil

- and mashed potatoes while drunk.
- [laughter]

And a fight with a
bear in Chancery Lane,

a rebellion against the cooks
for bad custard, started by him,

and he raved about fortunes
and hidden treasures.

He tried to recruit other boys
to go down the river to India,

to trade with Red Indians,
to take gold from the Aztecs.

And more necks, more whores
and more custard. And finally...

I am almost exhausted
in the telling of it.

Finally, in the year of our Lord 1802,

he took himself off to Africa.

Well, now he is returned.

And Delaney's will
leaves him everything.

Including Nootka.

Do we have a copy of the
Nootka Sound treaty yet?

Where perhaps our lawyers
could pick it apart?

It's yet to surface,
Sir Stuart. And...

I believe only the original exists.

So, our lengthy negotiations
with the daughter were in vain.

If the will has not been read
and Nootka is so strategic to us,

why don't we just... burn it?

Even if I did,

the son would have natural
priority over the daughter,

according to God's law.

And his return was
purposely in a public way.

Hardly the action of a savage.

Thank you, Mr. Thoyt,
you may leave us.

Mr. Pettifer, I hope the report
from the Africa desk is as thorough

as the one from Mr. Wilton
in the records office.

According to charter records,

he went to Cabinda aboard
a ship called Cornwallis,

then boarded a ship called the
Influence, bound for Antigua.

It was a slave ship.

It sank off the Gold Coast,

and it was assumed Delaney was dead.

Then the rumours began.

There have been rumours about James
Keziah Delaney these past ten years

but in the file I have
put only the facts, sir,

not the rumours.

[he snorts quietly]

What are the rumours?

Awful, and unnatural,
and, I'm sure, untrue.

What fucking rumours?

[birdsong, men shout in distance]

Right.

Who's there? This pistol is loaded.

My God.

Perhaps by ship and by
carriage. Hm? Come here.

Ah!

Where's your propriety, Brace?
Servant and master? Get off me.

- Begging your pardon, sir.
- What, why?

Begging your pardon, but what
the hell are you doing here?

Oh, no, there will
be no pardon for you

because you are the
captain of the mutineers.

And you will hang. For
being a pirate, you vagabond!

How's the leg?

I broke my left knee swinging
from a tree, being an ape for you.

- You needed a brother.
- Still do.

But a broken down, bent, buckled old
butler will have to be sufficient.

You look the same.

I'm not.

Not tea, brandy.

Two glasses.

Sir?

Fetch two glasses.

They should have invited you.
To the wake, at least.

Serving stew in the backroom,
to hell with that.

In all of this dirty city,
there is no-one that I can trust,

do you understand?

Apart from you.

Ah!

[brace coughs]

You can spare me the old
maiden splutter, Brace.

I know that you polish
off at least half a bottle

of Delaney Company
Brandy every night.

- [they chuckle]
- Hm?

James...

You could have written
to your father just once.

In the end, he was calling for you.

I know.

I'd say, "Come on, come in.

Before the tide gets your shoes."

And he would light
these fires on the shore,

call out your name and talk to you.

Is that grief, James?

Is what grief?

And all the while, these gulls
hovered around picking at him.

Gulls only come if there is meat.

Oh, aye, meat there was.

Men of affairs, they call themselves.

Don't you want to know what
it is they wanted, these gulls?

I know already.

I doubt that.

A base of land called Nootka Sound.

Nootka was my mother's tribe.

No. No, no, James.

Your mother came from Naples.

He bought some land
and he bought a wife.

And he bought them both for gunpowder.

He told me never to speak
to you of buying her.

And yet he told me everything.

When?

When he lit his fires
on the foreshore.

Nothing you could tell me about
that man would surprise me.

He was half human at the end
and he would squat right here and

make deals with ghosts in the flames.

And he would speak in a
language that was like...

It was like ravens fighting.

And he would talk to you, James.

And he would talk to Anna.

Salish.

My mother's name was Salish.

You know things only he and I knew.

Yeah.

And it's best we never talk
of her when we've had brandy.

[he mutters]

See, when you live alone
with a madman, you--

You become half mad yourself.

But here's the thing, James.
This Nootka Sound is a curse.

It will bring the King and
Empire down upon your head.

Please don't talk to
me of sense, Brace,

because if it is you,
I might believe it.

And I have sworn to
do very foolish things.

[door opens]

[snarling]

[she cackles]

[footsteps]

If you're looking for money,
those accounts are ten years old.

Where are my father's
inventories and his shipping logs?

He burnt them all.

The only reason these accounts
survived was because I hid them

in case the taxman came knocking.

That was delivered at 6 AM this morning

by a servant of Mr. Robert Thoyt.

Thoyt has been trying to buy
the Delaney Shipping Company

from your father for three years.

Each time, your da
would go into the street,

scoop up some horse shite and
package it up by way of reply.

I imagine the envelope
contains a financial offer.

I imagine it does. Do you
have any horse shit on you?

Listen, the accounts told me that
we have a leasehold of 50 years

on the offices in West India
docks, 32 years left to run.

Your father hadnae been up
there in eight years, sir.

They're all locked up.

Then I will need the key.

Oi!

What are you doing with the door?

You want a bush, you come through me.

That is private property.

Helga, it's so good to see
that you're still working--

even still alive.

You know that I lay with you
when I was just a little boy.

Where did you get the key?

This key? This is my father's key.

Horace Delaney. Mmm?

Shit.

Yes, shit.

Your father stopped
coming. It was empty.

It was wasted, so close to the docks.

You want tea?

No.

Do you want to fuck?

- No, I want my family offices back.
- Oh, God.

[she mutters]

How much do you make here?

With the workers in the yard and
the boats that moor at the wharf...

we make £10 a day.

I can give you five
and whatever you like.

Boys, girls, suck, fuck...

You have two hours to get out.

You say I took your cherry.

Mm-hmm.

Where have you been, little boy?

- I have been in the world.
- Oh.

I have girls, but I also have men.

[she chuckles]

They're not very good men.

- You understand?
- Mm-hmm.

They have rocks for hearts.

They have knives and ropes.

If you have any sense...

People who do not know
me soon come to understand

that I do not have any sense.

Now, please do not
misunderstand the situation.

You send me 12 men,

I will return you 12 sets
of testicles in a bag,

and we can watch your little
whores devour them together,

before I chop off your
trotters and boil them.

Two hours.

You...

I remember you.

I remember you. Heard the stories.

If I give you a girl, I
will never see her again.

You heard right.

Be punctual.

- They've brought the carriage up.
- Yes. I'm coming.

You're not imploring him
to relinquish his deed,

you're insisting that,
for his own welfare,

he submit his claim to you.

Implore is a more feminine word.

And why must you be a woman to him?

The offer of £50 should be
conditional on him leaving England.

Why?

Because if he does not leave
England, I will kill him.

Why?

That is a very good question.

Why would I feel that way about
him, after meeting him only once?

The son of the same father
as the woman I love...

Why does a soldier know
that a nigger bowing low

has a dagger in his shoe
and is reaching for it?

Delaney is nothing
more than a nigger now.

You know that, don't you?

I have talked with seasoned
merchants who could barely

bring themselves to
repeat these stories.

Among Christian soldiers,

it's customary to bury the
bodies of your fallen enemy

and shoo away the dogs and
crows that come for the carrion.

Not kneel down beside them.

Try again,

this time reflecting the
disgust you naturally feel

now you know the truth.

Hmm?

The dogs here live off
the flesh from suicides

jumping off Blackfriars Bridge.

Never known one go
tamely to a man's hand.

Must be some witchcraft
you picked up somewhere.

What do you want?

You think your father's
kid feeds himself.

I heard you done a
lot of evil over there.

Now it's time for you to do some
bleeding good among your own.

Me and my wife have looked
after that boy for ten years

with not one penny from
you and nothing but threats

from the mad old bastard
you just put in the ground.

Now you're back, I want payment.

If it wasn't for us, that kid
would be sucking cocks in St. Giles.

Mr. Ibbotson, I've been
meaning to pay you a visit.

Bullshit.

You're a liar just like your
father. You're a Delaney.

Tell you what...

You get me an address,

and I will get you payment in
the form of a banker's draft.

- How much?
- Enough.

Good day.

You don't even ask how
your own blood fares.

If you don't approve of me
steadying my nerves with Madeira,

then perhaps you should
consult the directory of

the Royal College of Physicians,
see you know many others of them

will agree to carry
out this kind of work.

I intend to mix the contents of
his stomach with potassium oxide,

calcium oxide and nitric acid.

I'll know in 20 minutes. Come
back when the church bell chimes.

[hissing]

[woman screams]

ECHOING VOICE: You did this.

- You will pay for this.
- No.

No, because I have no
fear to feed you with.

No fear to give you
and I will prove it.

Sing for me like you once did
as the river caught your tongue.

Ee neem sea wo ha ha.

Suicide.

That will teach you
not to steal, won't it?

Ee neem sea wo ha ha.

Ee neem sea wo ha.

You're not here. You are not here.

I have no fear for you and
I have no guilt for you.

I did as others did
and as others had me do,

and we are all owned,

and we have all owned others...

so don't you dare stand
there and judge me.

Today, I have work to do.

[bell tolls]

The horizontal chamber contains
the gas from the stomach contents.

Now...

the moment of truth.

As you see, the flame has formed
a reflective surface on the glass,

what is known as an arsenic mirror.

Your father was poisoned.

From the density of the mirror,

I would say heavy doses
over a short period,

and, yes, it would have affected
his mind in the later stages.

You want him reburied?

Yes, and sewn back up into one piece.

I would recommend they
dig a bit deeper this time.

If this body is used
for any other purpose,

I will find you and I will kill you.

You tell every member
of your profession...

I know things about the dead.

And I will know.

Do you want any words said
over him when we put him back?

No-one is listening.

[door slams]

He's meeting with the East India.

Apparently, they're happy
to deal with the devil

and leave us penniless.

The letter, it seemed, did no good.

He was never one to be told.

Well, we have legal rights, and
it's time that savage was made aware.

- I know he's your brother but...
- Half-brother.

he leaves me no choice.

[she laughs]

[he chuckles]

- I'm going out.
- Good.

I'm tired of these empty threats
you keep bandying around.

Empty?

I'm your husband and you are my wife.

And I will protect our interests
by whatever means necessary.

And as for him,

well, he should have
stayed where he belongs,

in the jungle, dancing
naked and screwing wild pigs,

and his slaves in their chains.

He will leave soon.

You're quite right, he
doesn't belong in this world.

[he bangs the door]

I decided to bring it in person.

Now, this is for the past,
the present and the future.

Take me to the boy.

I want to see if you're
lying to me or not.

Yes, sir, Mr. Delaney.

Do you want to talk with him?

No, I'm not a fit man
to be around children.

Fate can be hard, so you put
money aside for his future in case

he grows up to be rash, like me.

Will you wish to see him again?

No. Not ever.

John Pettifer, East India
Company, Africa desk.

James Delaney.

Benjamin Wilton, records,

Abraham Appleby, our
delegate from Christ,

and this is Sir Stuart Strange,

Chairman of the Honourable
East India Company

across the surface
of the entire Earth.

You don't remember me.

One remembers those one looks up to

more readily than those
you look down upon.

I believe you were a cadet.

Yes, you were my commander.

Oh, well, blame brandy
and old age, hmm?

Please, sit.

- Brandy?
- No.

To begin, may I offer our sincere...?

Please understand--
hypocrisy I hate most.

- Indeed. Let us not pretend--
- No, do not pretend.

I wonder if Mr. Appleby might
be allowed to finish a sentence?

We are told that in
your father's will,

you were bequeathed a piece of
territory which lies just here.

Mm-hmm.

As you will see, the small piece
of land your father bought off

the Indians is now by virtue of
geography a point of contention

between His Majesty's Government
and the cursed United States.

So...

Hmm?

Ah, Mr. Delaney, you've been
in Africa for a number of years,

so you may be unaware that
Britain and the United States

are currently at war.

I know.

Ah, well, you will understand,
then, that private ownership of

the Nootka Sound landing
ground represents an opportunity

for our enemies who
dispute its sovereignty

when the time comes
to draw the border.

I know.

Yes, I know. I also know...

that the British and
American Government

are preparing to begin their
secret peace talks in Ghent,

aren't they?

And negotiators are
preparing depositions to draw

the Canadian-American border for
when the current hostilities end.

And because of the strategical
position of Nootka Sound,

whoever owns it has legal entitlement

to the entire island of Vancouver,

which is...

Well, which is the gateway to...

to China.

Hmm?

So this...

This small piece of
land that my father...

bought for beads,

bless him, and gunpowder,

some 30 years ago,

actually will be very,
very valuable to the Crown

and to the East India,

but also incredibly
valuable to the Americans.

Mr. Delaney, as a British subject,

you owe a debt of loyalty
to your King and country.

If patriotism is not
in your motivation,

perhaps money can be.

Before your unexpected return,

we had agreed a figure
with your half-sister.

Her husband drove a
particularly hard bargain.

I'm sorry, no. Nootka
Sound is not for sale.

Open the envelope.

Are you deaf?

- Oh, Mr. Delaney...
- Mr. Delaney, perhaps...

The Leviathan of the Seas, is it?

The terrible shadow?

The beast with a million
eyes and a million ears?

Conquest?

Rape?

Plunder?

I studied your methods in your school.

And I do know the evil that you
do because I was once part of it.

- Are you sure you won't take a brandy?
- Yes.

Please take a moment to consider
the consequences of your refusal...

What consequences? What consequences?

Perhaps we should adjourn.

Mr. Delaney...

I'll give you one
last chance to behave

like a loyal subject of His Majesty
and the lawful crown of England.

Sell this land for a reasonable price.

Hmm...

Please.

The balance of your father's
mind was, well, unstable...

but you have no such excuse.

Now, why don't you just
open the fucking envelope?

Mmm?

Hmm...

Good day.

[door closes]

Well...

[he laughs]

The son is as unstable as the father.

Perhaps the rumours
about him are true.

I'd hoped to settle this
matter in a modern way,

but that's not going to be possible.

He's all yours.

Dear James, the letter I sent
to you this morning was written

under the supervision of my husband,

to whom I am happily married.

It is more than ten years
since you went away,

and at the time I was grateful that
you had decided to leave England,

for both of our sakes.

Whatever happens with this
business of inheritance,

and no matter if it
results in a dispute,

I hope I can trust you to keep
the secrets of the past buried,

buried in a deeper grave.