All language subtitles for Gunpowder.S01E01.BDRip.x264-HAGGiS

My Holy Father.

My tender God.

My great King.

My good Shepherd.

My everlasting salvation.

Amen.

Corpus Christi.

Amen.

Corpus Christi.
- Amen.

Amen.

Our brother in Christ,
Father Daniel

leaves us today for
the seminary in Douai

to perfect his understanding
of the Holy Church.

Show this pass to any whose
assistance you require.

I put my name to it.

If they're loyal to
the one true church

they will succour
and protect you.

Before Father Daniel departs

let us renew the fourth vow
of our order.

I, Henry Garnet...

I, John Gerard...

I, Daniel Smith...

promise a special obedience
to our sovereign pontiff in Rome

our Holy Father,
to faithfully further and protect...

the interest of
the one true apostolic church.

Milady! There are men outside
on foot and horse.

They surround the house!

By God, they shall not enter.

No, Robin,
keep your sword still.

We are well-prepared.

Come.

Go upstairs, turn the beds
and put the cold side up.

- Quickly!
- Yes, milady.

Forgive me, Father.

By order of the King

I command you within
to open this door!

Hurry, Father.

Just be still.

Who demands entry?

I'm Sir William Wade.

What is your business here, William?
- It's the King's business!

Now open this door before
I order it blustered!

Robin, I beg you.

Do not give them cause
to do us violence.

I know you, Catesby.

And I know your skill with a sword.

Have a care what you do
in my house.

It is curious, madam, that your cousin
did prevent my entry

for such an unconscionable
length of time.

Sir...

What man would admit a troop
of desperate men

armed with swords and pikes
to a widow's house

scarcely before she and her niece
have risen from their beds?

Your intrusion is impolite
and unlawful.

I shall have the names of all those
within these walls.

Question the servants closely
so their names

parish of their birth and
the length of their service

with the Lady Dorothy.

Madam...

I counsel you most earnestly.

Deliver up the priest.

Priest?

I know there is a Jesuit priest
in this house.

Search for this phantom priest
if you must

but if you truly seek one
who has not the right to be here

go, sir, to a mirror.

Search closely.
Search every room, every closet.

For every bed slept in,
find the man or woman that laid there.

Your eager hounds will
find nothing here

to gorge their appetites.

Get up.

We have made a thorough
search of the house.

There's nothing out of
the ordinary.

Your sport here is finished, Wade.

Be gone.

Are you playing us
a child's game, sir?

Your searches have told you plain
there is nothing here.

Your breath is foul, sir.

The air in this house, madam,
is rancid

with popery.

Mistress Anne Vaux.

About you I have heard
a great deal.

Tell me...

Is it true you lie with
the priests you shelter?

This is indeed child's play
and impertinence.

It is a sign that you have nothing
of importance

with which to charge us.

Measure carefully without

and within.

34.

55 again.

Sir...

The measurements without
do not tally with those of the hall.

Do you mean to pull down
my house, sir?

Sir, every corner of my home has
already been searched and disordered.

Madam...

Be quiet.

Get out!

Hold him to his knees.

What is your name?

Smith.
- Smith.

Why do you have such a paper
in your possession?

Who gave you this paper?

Where's your man?!

I have no memory
who gave it to me, sir!

It is signed Henry Garnet.

Garnet gave you this?

It's to secure your passage
to Flanders, was it not?

This paper will see you dead, boy.

Take him away.
- No!

Please!

I am responsible for this house
and all within it.

I alone.
They knew nothing.

Well, take her as well.
- What?

It has never been the practise
to take the women.

Well, the practise no longer fits
the times in which we live.

No, sir, you shall not take her.

Madam, I shall I take
who I please.

By God, you shall not.

I shall go with them.

I'm not afraid.

There was nothing
to incriminate Catesby?

The woman exonerated him
and his cousin from complicity

in the hiding of the priest.

Garnet was sending the boy
to Flanders.

Undoubtedly with intelligence
for Stanley.

Stanley plots the invasion
from without

Garnet the rebellion
from within.

It is imminent.

Flanders is where these dangerous
spirits are gathered

and Stanley is their leader.

Did you put the boy-priest
to torture?

To the, er, gentler tortures

at first, My Lord,
then he was racked.

I had hoped you would bring me
a full confession.

It would help to convince
His Majesty

of the true danger
the Catholics pose.

Can His Majesty not see
the danger the Kingdom is in?

His Majesty wants to be Solomon.

A blessed peacemaker.

He fears that harsher persecution
will jeopardise

the peace treaty he seeks with Spain

a treaty he is most anxious
to secure.

Scribe.

Write, 'The Priest Smith
was found to be in possession

of a laissez-passer

written in the hand and signed
by the traitor Henry Garnet

who styles himself Jesuit Superior
in England.

Please... Yes...

Dear Aunt, will you not make
a plea to save your life?

There's no time for conversation.

It seems there is ample time
to torture and maim

but yet not one minute to speak
words of love and pity.

What world is this?

I beg you, save yourself.

Dearest Anne, shed no tears
on my account.

I'm happier today
than I have ever been.

Dear Robin.

May you find peace.

God give you strength.

Farewell.

Will you repent and pray
before God?

I will not pray with you.

And you shall not pray with me.

I will not say amen to your prayers.

Nor shall you to mine.

Dorothy Dibdale, you have
refused to enter a plea

for the charge brought against you

namely that you harboured
and abetted

a Jesuit priest at your house

at Baddesley Clinton
in the County of Warwick.

Will you answer the charge?

I will not.

My niece and heir will be
free of the stain

with which you would smear her

and you will not, by my plea,
dispossess her of her inheritance.

I pray for the King

that God might turn him to
the Catholic faith.

And that after this mortal life

he might receive
the blessed joys of Heaven.

You must remember

and confess that you die
for treason.

No, no, sir.

I die for the love of my saviour,
Jesus Christ.

Traitor!
- Give her the box!

Put off her apparel.

You must die naked

as judgement was given
and pronounced against you.

Make a plea, woman.

Save yourself.

I am already saved, sir.

Speak to me no more.

Jesus...

Have mercy upon me.

Plead, woman.

Plead.

Papist filth!

This man...

who calls himself Daniel Smith

has been tried and condemned
as a heretic!

And a hellish Jesuit!

Where is Garnet?

No!

Ho-ho!

Well done, Philip!

By God, I love thee dearly, Philip!

Did my cankered beagle enjoy
the performance?

Very much so.
You have astonishing skills, sir.

Perhaps you would care to
perform some tricks of your own

for our amusement?

Sadly, I am not shaped for tricks.

There would be no
amusement in it.

On the contrary, there would be
great amusement to be had

from watching you perform.

Have you had an opportunity
to read the papers I sent you, sir?

Not all of them.

There are nests of conspirators
abroad in the country

who seek Spain's aid and that
of the Pope to plot an invasion.

The dangers to Your Majesty

and his family
are of the gravest nature.

We have heard this siren song
from you before, Lord Cecil.

You must bring down a heavy hand.

'Must'?

Must is not a word you use
to princes.

You forget yourself.

Every papist in the Kingdom
is a potential traitor.

They must be watched, harried

and made to answer
for their crimes.

There are already good
and sufficient laws

for the suppression of
the Catholics.

We need new laws rigorously applied.

What you propose, sir,
is a recipe for rebellion.

On the contrary,
My Lord Northumberland

it is a necessary recipe
to avoid rebellion.

New laws will cause greater offense
to the Spanish.

Further provocation would serve
us poorly in the negotiations to come.

Your papers prove nothing.

Catholics, in my experience,
are loyal and quiet if left in peace.

Continue to hang their priests
as you find them, Master Secretary

but keep the disturbance on
my Catholic subjects to a minimum.

Must have peace with Spain.

Again.

One, two, three...

We shall need harder evidence.

Get you to the Tower,
Sir William.

There is a prisoner I wish to meet.

For I am the resurrection.

He who believeth in me

though he be dead, shall live.

Amen.
- Amen.

My sister was crushed like a seed.

Our brother,
butchered like a hog.

They will be revenged.

You have always been quick to
draw your sword, Robin.

And now is the not the time
to kindle spirits into flame.

Tonight we lay these two martyrs
in their grave.

Tomorrow night it could be me
or it could be you.

If we do not raise the sword
in our defence, what then do we do?

How are we to survive?
- The sword plays no part in what we do.

It must...

if we are to save ourselves.

Thou shall commit no murder.

Captain Turner, you have been
a soldier these 14 years past?

I have, My Lord,
and always served...

Why are you here?
- My Lord?

Why stand you a prisoner in chains?

I was indicted for the killing
of a man, My Lord

by some that sought to profit
from my death.

That is, My Lord, I quarrelled
with a man.

Hard words were offered.

He had slandered my good name
in respect of a woman

and I had no other recourse
but to seek satisfaction.

You stabbed an innkeeper
through the eye

after you had laid hands
upon his wife.

You were observed by a
score of witnesses

stood trial at the assizes

and now are condemned to death.

Such is my unhappy
and undeserved fate, My Lord.

Your family are of Catholic stock?
- No! My Lord, on my life!

Jacob Turner of Battle
in the County of Sussex.

Your father, I believe.

At the Sessions of Michaelmas

was accused of recusancy,
fined 27 shillings.

Robert Turner of Battle, Sussex,
your brother...

My Lord, I detest popery
with all my heart.

My family are unknown to me
these 12 years past.

Upon my honour...

Your honour, Captain Turner,
such as it is

holds no interest for me.

You're here because you may yet
perform some service

to the King, your country
and me.

Upon my life

I will perform whatever
you ask of me.

Your life now belongs to me,
Captain Turner.

This is your cipher.

Each symbol represents a letter.

Your correspondence will be
with His Lordship.

His Lordship is number one,
you are number 32.

Never refer to yourself
or His Lordship by name.

Do you understand?

Alum ink.

Invisible to the eye unless it be
exposed to heat.

In Flanders you will seek out
a notorious papist

Sir William Stanley.

Do you know him?

He is a soldier of great repute.

Stanley is a turncoat and traitor.

And the leader of a nest
of dangerous Catholics

who plot the King's destruction.

You will discover his designs
and stratagems

and report them back to me.

This will ease your entry
into his society.

Now, go. A ship for your
passage awaits you.

They demand payment by tomorrow.

If we sell these,
it should raise what we need.

Does it hurt?

No, Uncle Tom, 'tis nothing
but a broken head.

Ha.

Nothing but a broken head.

It takes a strong will to
stand your ground.

You grandson's a brave lad.

What were you thinking
letting him fight with those bullies?

A man must learn to take
his bruises.

You're selling those, too, Father?

The house empties by the day.

Would you rather that I conform?

The more I resist them,
the more they take.

Look at your father
when he speaks to you, Robert.

May I go?

You saw that, Mother.

He fears me.

Sons should fear their fathers.

The better they may learn
to fear God.

Anne Hudson of Kenilworth, widow

on 17 September 1603
at Stoneleigh

is alleged to have spoken
the following...

'The Spaniards will come

and I would they were come soon.

A plague of God light upon
all the King's subjects.'

How do you plead?

I put myself on God
and my country.

Bring forth the witness.

You were present at the alehouse

when the accused spoke
the said seditious words?

I was, sir.

And what did you hear her say?

I heard her say the words in
the indictment, sir.

We find the charge is proved.

Additionally, James Hudson,
her son

aged eight years or
thereabouts, labourer

stole bread from Robert Edmunds
to the value of 10 pennies.

Yes.

50 strokes by the beating
for the mother, 20 for the son.

Who comes next?

The popish recusants, sir.

Robert Catesby, come to the bar.

Thomas Wintour, come to the bar.

John Rawlins, Edward Tidmarsh,
and Worthing's Robert Bolton.

You are come again before us,
Catesby.

Are you so addicted to
these sessions?

I am addicted to the truth, sir.

You may grand claim, sir, for one
whose priests pander

superstition and magic
to their ignorant, deluded flock...

We both know the reasons
why I'm come here, sir.

I suggest we proceed.

You stand indicted for being absent
from your parish churches for 40 Sundays.

This court fines each of you
the sum of £5.

And in respect of you,
Robert Catesby

and you, Thomas Wintour

there are outstanding sums
as yet unpaid.

£8 and £3 respectively.

With respect, sir

it has always been practise
that a...

We have commission from
His Majesty

to sit in judgment at these
general sessions

and to levy such fines
as we deem fit.

These fines are beyond
all reasonableness.

Our authority comes from
the King himself.

The King is but a man.

Robert...
- The King wields no power

over the mortal soul
of his subjects.

God alone has that power!

You will mind your speech, sir.

Is it the King's privilege to sit
in judgement on men's souls?

Silence!
- I say I owe my soul's allegiance

to God alone!

Silence!

I will not bow my head to any man
whose flesh and blood

carries no more divinity
than mine own!

Silence!

It is the order of this general session
that you both be held in jail

until payment is made!

Take them away!

Sir Joseph.

Mistress Vaux.

£13 for my cousin Catesby
and £8 for Thomas Wintour.

The prisoners may now be released.

Not yet, Mistress Vaux.
- Not yet, sir?

The prisoners caused such outrageous
stir during their appearance

that they may now face
additional charges of contempt.

You say they may be charged?
They have not been charged?

Not as yet.
- Then, Sir Joseph

you must by law release them.

No man may be kept under
restraint without charge.

Mistress Vaux...

As you will discover when I
bring suit against you

for the unlawful detention...

of two of His Majesty's subjects.

There is law yet in this land

and I will see that you answer
for what you do.

A jail.

It's even bleaker than I remember.

Next time we should demand a cell
with a better aspect.

I cannot go on as I am, Tom.

My lands are mortgaged,
my name disgraced.

I am spat upon and reviled.

Well, toughen your hide.

I will never be taken
prisoner again.

Come on.

Thank you, Anne. Yet again.

You should not have paid,
Cousin.

I would give all I possess
to see you free.

He is anxious to speak with you.

Tom.
- We'll go to London.

I'll tell young Robert that his father
is a free man once more.

You will see Father Garnet himself
has put his name to it.

I do not know this man Garnet.

And I do not know his signature.

Sir, I'm certain you must
know him.

Father Garnet does the Lord's
work in England

at great hazard to his life.

I know neither the man
nor his works.

I must speak with
Sir William Stanley.

This man I do not know either.

This is all there is from Turner?
There is nothing more?

Nothing, My Lord.

Our captain has so far failed
even to make

the acquaintance of our prey.

This will not serve for what
I have in mind.

Give me Turner's original.

To the hunt again, Sir Philip.

I see you do love the sport.

I love tennis, hunting, dogs
and horses.

Nothing else in the world.

Do you not love the King, sir?

With all my heart.
- I do believe it.

And His Majesty favours
you handsomely, sir

for your skill in the field,
on the court

and all manner of...

manly pursuits.

The King has been most kind.
- Such is his nature.

Will you help me preserve
the King's life?

I mean, sir, the King is in
mortal danger.

This morning, I received this cipher
from my most reliable espio.

He has penetrated a conspiracy
of desperate Catholics

whose end is to murder the King

and all those he holds dearest.

Has the King been told?

The King takes counsel from
his Scottish friends only.

You, sir, are the one Englishman

to whom the King will listen.

If you love the King as you say...

No man loves him better.

Then I must urge you, at all costs,
to convince him

that the threat to his life
is grave

and immediate.

Go with God, my son.

Robin.

Father Garnet.

I am humiliated.

Despised and impoverished.

I have nothing left except
the kindness of a loving cousin.

You have a son, Robin.

A finer lad I never saw.

The only woman I ever loved
died because of him.

Robin...

You cannot blame your son.

Women know when they conceive
they carry both life and death.

And childbirth is a most
dangerous time.

You're a father, Robin.

You must love your son.

I have no room for love.

Hate I have room for, anger.

Our plight is difficult.

But we have friends at court

who every day plead our cause
to the King.

Do they report success?

How can they?

Whilst Cecil remains in office?

A spider in the middle of his web.

The King has not been moved by
the pleadings of our friends

nor will he be.

Perhaps...

Perhaps he will be moved
by tumult.

What mean you by 'tumult'?

I am not alone, Father.

Not all men possess your patience.

I've nothing to do with
desperate men.

Who would entice you to tumult?

I am...

a desperate man.

Can you not see?

This is very heavy.

But most necessary
for your security

Your Majesty.

Your care for me
touches me deeply

dearest Philip.

Their numbers swell like rats
in a granary.

They want no more than to practise
their mass quietly in a corner.

Or perhaps you have
your own popish corner in mind!

I am no papist.

Aye, but you permit papists to swarm
over your household!

There are...

some of my household
that do have...

oars in that boat.
- Ha!

But they are perfectly
loyal to His Majesty.

Gentlemen.

I am persuaded

and, convinced

that there are abroad in
the land evildoers

intent even on murder.

It is our pleasure to summon
the Parliament

to devise new and timely laws
for the certain suppression

of these wicked designs.

Spain will not countenance
a more severe persecution.

The peace you seek will be lost.

This is England, sir.

Our laws are naught to
do with Spain.

Robin.

You are come.

Jack.

How are you?
- I'm well, Robin.

What is he doing here?

We are going to have need
of men like Jack Wright.

Captain Turner.

I am come from
Sir William Stanley.

Where are you taking me,
Farwell?

You wish to have conversation
with Sir William, do you not?

I do.
- Then gather your courage.

And follow me.

We need to strike at the root, Tom.

The nature of the disease requires
so sharp a remedy.

God save the King!

God save the King!

God save the King!

This is Turner?
- Yes.

What do you want with Stanley?

I wish to dedicate my life
to his cause.

What do you know of any cause,
Turner?

You are a light
and dissolute fellow.

You're no man for any cause
but your own.

I've been changed
thanks to the grace of God.

He has a
laissez-passer signed by Garnet.

You come armed?

I'm a soldier, like you.

And there is no just cause
but the one true church.

I come to lay down my life
to defend it.

In that Parliament

have they done us all
this mischief.

Perhaps God has designed
that place for their punishment.

Who are you?

My name...

is Guy Fawkes.