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You advise Opechancanough

that he must banish Silas Sharrow
or we will be eternal enemies.

You're a rat! You had no ma and no pa

because you ain't worthy of none!

You will pay, Meredith Rutter. I swear.

A man boarded the ship to sail with us.

- Crabtree showed a ring to him.
- A ring?

Governor, I have the
horse. There is a cost.

A pardon for Silas Sharrow.

My heart's true wish, sir,
is to utterly unseat Yeardley.

Ugh!

Now I am the prince of piss!

I am the best man with a shit shovel

in all of Virginia!

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There, this wolf will
kill your animals no more.

His head should bring a
trade of shot and powder.

Chacrow, try the boots.

I promise you'll look as fine
as any Englishman, wearing them.

A great humiliation to me,

to our country, when Silas Sharrow
adopted the heathen religion.

If this respected Pamunkey
warrior should be baptised,

should take a Christian name...

... what vengeance we'd enjoy
against Opechancanough.

My pet, your gentle voice
will best persuade him.

Your wife is so distressed, she's
done with you, Master Rutter.

When I drink, sir,
then I don't remember.

And when I don't recall,
then how can I be responsible?

You told Tamlin he was a rat.
Did not deserve a ma nor a pa.

I would not say such a thing to a boy.

Never. No, not me.

Well, I'll speak with the lad.

It will all blow by.

The boy is gone.

Does it not so much as
trouble your mind, man,

that you might comfort your wife?

Why did you return the
promissory note to me?

Gave you every advantage over me,

proof of my collusion to
steal land from the Company.

Whatever ploy or keen
trap you have in mind, sir,

- I am ready to defend myself.
- The deed was done on an impulse.

No. A compulsion.

It was a mystery to
me, as were my feelings

for a woman so dangerously self-serving.

We are the same, you and I.

I heard tell of an
encounter you had on the ship

before you set sail for England.

Do you trust one living soul?

A man recognised you and
you showed him in your possession

a ring that frightened him so,
he left the vessel immediately.

I promised myself I would
never love any person.

That is my credo. Until now.

- It is yours, too.
- I know you have the ring.

I've heard of the power it bestows.

My admiration for you, Madam,

does not come accompanied
with hope. I'm not a fool.

But it seems I walk in a new world,

one in which I... care for someone.

It is not so lonely there.

I suspect... you're stalked by
the same loneliness as I am.

How'd you like my gift from Chacrow?

He imagines he might
dupe me into believing

that he's here to serve
as my scout and huntsman.

He's surely amongst us to be
Opechancanough's eyes, he is!

Chacrow seems most keen to
obtain gunpowder from us.

The Pamunkey plant it in the ground.
Fools believe they can grow it.

Your brothers persuaded
me to let you return,

and yet it is those same
men who avoid English taxes

by sending their tobacco to Middleburg.

You know that is not true.

I have documents to prove it.

Or at least I can have them concocted.

Feed Chacrow's love of gunpowder.

Bring him here. Show him how we make it.

Encourage him to believe that
we might gift him with knowledge.

What better man to do it than you?

The man who turned
against his own people.

You will be the one who
will pry Chacrow away

from his loyalty to Opechancanough.

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

It was on such a cross that
Jesus Christ, our saviour,

died to deliver us from our sins.

- Ah, sacrifice.
- Yes.

If you knew Jesus, and that
is why I speak to you now,

you and your kind would be spared
damnation and an eternity in Hell.

The head of a man that
stood upon a stake,

that was a great
offering to the spirits?

No, the secretary
committed terrible crimes.

His head was cut off.

For us, a wrong must be made right.

When there is a killing or a betrayal,

then a warrior from the bloodline
must answer with equal harm.

- It must be so.
- Chacrow?

The Governor bid me
give you instruction.

Master Crabtree has a ring. I
believe it lives in his pocket.

James!

Oh, it's a wound to add to
the many others I've earned.

The ring, I believe it will tell
us the true manner of this man.

I will find it.

You look as frail as a child does.

Frail? You are wrong,
sir, wrong. Never frail.

Virginia has taught me
everything I need to know

about strength and self-reliance.

Every day I am reminded that I
have to live by will, sheer will!

Why do you protest so much?

Let me remind you, friendly
to your ear, Master Read,

I know myself well enough.

There is no market for
your ill-named concerns.

I must find the ring.

Why must you?

Because there is power in it.

Yeardley will show me
how gunpowder is made.

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I trade.

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You are not Pamunkey.
We will speak English.

You dishonour your ancestors with this.

The creature's sacred to your family.

When you came to live with Pamunkey,

it was because Yeardley
was going to kill you.

Now you are returned to your own people.

How is it possible, Silas?

My brothers made a
gift of a golden horse

to buy the Governor's forgiveness of me.

Opechancanough believes that you
were always a spy for Yeardley.

But you know how I... how I love my life

that the Pamunkey gave to me.

That you gave to me. Chacrow,
I could never betray you.

- Yeah...
- Now, will you speak to Opechancanough

and tell him that you
know me to be true?

My king says you must die, Silas.

He's... he's chosen you to kill me?

Hm.

- When?
- Soon.

Soon, Silas.

Is there no word of
Tamlin, Mistress Rutter?

Farmer said he has caught
a boat to Gloaming Creek.

Do you know how far
that is? Well, he's gone.

Do you hear me, girl?
Pepper Sharrow is a good man.

You have his children
and hold them tight, too...

- My mistress needs me.
- Oh, to hell with your mistress!

If you know what love is,
you put a child inside you.

God would strike me down.

I ain't married.

Our Governor cut the head off
a man and put it on a spike

and God lost no sleep
over that, did he?

Take your lover into the
long grass and honey him

until you have loved yourselves spent!

Spent? Oh.

I don't know that I
would like to be s-spent.

I have such an itch about my
foot, my neck and my hand. Spent?

Oh...

I'll be a good husband, Winganuske.

I will bring you children, Henry.

The Governor has Pamunkey labour?

Yes, ma'am. The other
farms also have Naturals.

Though not mine. It was my
notion to bring them here.

I was the one who made
entreaties with the Pamunkeys.

There is no justice if I'm to be denied!

Perhaps you will have Naturals
on your farm soon, ma'am.

I will.

Charcoal.

Logs of wood burn slowly.

They're covered with earth
and straw so there's no air.

For five days, these men
keep the earth covered in it.

This is gunpowder?

One part of it.

Chacrow, I cannot ask you
to refuse Opechancanough,

but if you kill an Englishman,
you will be hanged.

And if you kill a Sharrow,

my brothers will not rest
until they are revenged.

I might fail. You might kill me, Silas.

No, that is... that is not how it'll be.

Hm.

You're still my brother, Chacrow.

You'll always be my brother.

You are a fool. You will
never beat Pamunkey!

A fool who cannot obey his king,

who brings his own exile,
brings his own death!

Charcoal! Do you think this
proves your love of Pamunkey?

No. No.

This is not gunpowder.

You show me all of it.
You show me how to make it.

I will.

For you, to show you that
I'm glad you have returned.

My king sent me to you.

If you do not want to be here with me

because of the death of
our child, Winganuske,

you do not have to stay.

I want you here by my side,

but I know you're here because
Opechancanough told you to.

No, it was not
Opechancanough who sent me,

it was Mangopeesomon, my king.

Opechancanough is your king.

Mangopeesomon. Opechancanough
has... changed his name.

If a Pamunkey changes his
name, it's for a reason.

If a king takes a new name,
that must mean something.

Uh...

Let us... lie upon the bed, Henry.

The danger is, if Crabtree
returns to England,

he must never board a ship.

He might yet secretly send a
report to the Virginia Company.

If he should die,
they'll send order to us

to look at our every dealing.

Crabtree presents himself as a factor.

If this man were to break
accords of Jamestown,

why should we not, then,
deal with him as no more

than a factor and not a Company agent?

We might bring him
here to the jailhouse.

And here, apply persuasion

to encourage him to
send a report to England

that might more... suit our wishes.

Master Crabtree! Our Governor
would speak with you.

He would inspect your
import papers, sir.

A formidable feat, sir...

... to so capture the Pamunkey Sharrow

and have him walk behind your horse

like a whipped dog. How was it done?

Authority, sir, and a musket.

Didn't he press an
arrow against your flesh

and wisp away once
before? How was it done...

- You doubt me, Master Crabtree?
- Why do you doubt

that I doubt you, sir? Have
I not made myself clear?

How was it done?

If you did not hide behind your hump,

I'd relish riding my
sword through your throat.

I accept your challenge.

Ah!

We live in a day of worshipping weapons.

Once, when men were men,

a dagger, a pistol, a musket...
these did not decide a duel.

Fists served as honest clubs of honour.

It would be a kind day I had opportunity

to buckle the rest of your
body with my own hands.

My father was a prizefighter.

His before him. Brutal beasts.

Tongues too tight to
boast. But I had heard

how they had killed men by
the number... with their fists.

I would sneak out at
night, follow my pa,

and watch in the dark as his mighty arms

swung down blows with
force enough to fell a bull.

And me, his son,

so freak-feebled,

he could not fix his
eyes upon me for shame.

I cast my own form in iron

and waited the day I
would crush my father's jaw

with a single blow.

My father looked upon
me kindly after that.

I salute you, Marshall.

No man has ever landed
more than one blow upon me.

Suppose the Marshall
is tamed, sir, by my fists?

Such blows might have floored a bear!

They will soon have me
in the jailhouse, sir.

The prospect does not
seem to concern you.

It's what I want.

Here you go.

A ship came here to Jamestown,

The White Lion. You know it?

It's the vessel that delivered
Maria and Pedro and their people.

Mm. That business is mired
with mystery and intrigue.

The blackamoors were
stolen from the Spanish.

No-one yet knows who in England

commissioned the pirates
to raid the vessel.

After the cargo was unloaded here
and Yeardley gained these servants...

He calls them "servants",

but there is no end yet
named to their tenure,

so some might better
name them... as slaves.

The ship was abandoned and its
crew vanished into Virginia.

They might be discovered yet.

Do you know how far
this land stretches, sir?

How many souls live here
now? You won't find them.

You were once a huntsman
familiar with those trails.

I do not wish to go.

Oh, but you will.

Chacrow, will you tell
me how it's to be done?

When you tell me the last
of how gunpowder is made...

... I will face you as a friend.

It will be done with respect.

You might come to me by the dock.

Gunpowder can't be
made without saltpetre.

Shit is mixed with
ashes and weeds and piss,

and it rots until it
decays and crumbles.

Then it is washed so that
the water leaches over it,

then heated, and when
all the mist and damp

rises up like a vapour,
there's left this salt.

Pedro, can you pass us some saltpetre?

What these fine men make from
pig's dung is beautiful, Silas.

Chacrow, you serve our Governor now?

Chacrow is a friend to us, Pedro.

You just leave your own people

to follow that creature that
makes the air filthy around him.

My king made a gift
of Chacrow to Yeardley.

This man, Pedro,

this man, I trust like no other.

This man, he knows honour.

And whatever this man does will be true.

Hm.

My friend, there's only one more
part to gunpowder that you must learn.

Then you will be ready.

There is a hell that only
a drunk can take you to.

They don't even need to drag you there.

All he has to do is hold out his hand

cos you believe there is a golden day.

A day that will never arrive.

When your very love of
him will deliver the beast

from his own self-possession.

I've been a-thinkin'
on what you told me

and praying and imagining
what you described,

taking Pepper into the long grass
and... whatever it was you said.

"Spent."

God would see us there
and it would be a sin.

So I... can't.

Child!

Oh, there are such wrongs in this world

and you believe that a woman
hanging on a man's trout is a sin?

No wonder your ma called you "Mercy"!

A man must leave a
legacy to the mark of him.

I will, of course,
leave land to my child,

but what I most want to bequeath

is what makes my heart swell with pride.

I hope to have the same perplexity
myself someday soon, Governor.

Hm!

There. Place your name next to mine

to certify you saw me
cast my wishes onto paper.

I would read the
document first, Governor.

You saw me write my name,
that's all you need confirm.

Well, if I'm to oblige, sir,
then I must know the content.

I cannot sign this.

I did not ask for your approval,
Doctor, just your witness.

Pedro and Maria are living souls...

... the same as you and I.

You cannot bequeath
them to your children.

Oh, but dear Doctor, I have.

Pedro, Maria, can you
go companion to my wife?

Can you tell her that I have
suffered a terrible wrong?

I have such burdens, see,
as no man should carry.

Won't you come to my aid

when I am so afflicted with injustices?

Have you no heart within you?

I will go to Jamestown.

If, while I am gone, you escape
to the faraway mountains...

... then I can't face my people.

I will be mocked for losing you.
Opechancanough will punish me.

But he will not kill me.

No, I do not want to run.

The last part of
gunpowder cannot be made.

It's dug from the rocks
and brought here to us.

I'm getting you some.
Bring it to you by dark.

You will be the Pamunkey
who brought his people

the secret of gunpowder.

And they will love you well.

Look, he does not
stand like a man should.

He does not take care of his wife.

That man has your God in his heart?

Chacrow, the Almighty Lord once
sent this wretch to save me.

This is how God works.
He sent a miracle.

Chacrow, I was about to kill a man...

... and God sent this
pitiful beast to deliver me.

That boy ain't coming back.

He ain't ever coming back.

Won't last long out there.

And in the days that he has left,

he believes that he ain't
worthy of a mother's love.

You can hide behind your
drunkenness, Meredith Rutter,

until the day that it
kills you, but suppose,

for a day, for an hour or a minute...

Supposing you could just
stand still and face yourself.

Suppose you could say it, huh, for me?

Say it!

You say that you drove that boy away

when you knew that I
loved him as my own child.

Don't I deserve that?

One moment of honesty so I
know that you're still human?

I drove that boy away
from here with my cruelty...

... and with my coward's heart.

Silas, before you left the Pamunkey,

did you hear of Opechancanough
changing his name?

You have a Pamunkey wife, Henry.

You will have Pamunkey children.

Keep your peace with
him and you'll live well.

Brother, where are you going?

You know my strength,
Henry. You know my courage.

What lies before me, I choose.

Brother, where are you going?

Brother?

Silas!

Ma'am?

What is it like to be with child?

You innocence makes you bold, girl.

How sweet!

The stars glisten in
fantastical patterns.

The whole world, Mercy,

is kinder to a woman knowing
she is carrying a babe.

I do envy you so, Lady Yeardley.

You will have your time, Mercy.

God loves nothing better than
a woman made rich in her womb.

Pepper, I want to hang on your trout.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

The factor accused me of being lonely,

and you christened me frail in one day.

We shall see.

I intend to steal Master
Crabtree's precious ring.

I know where it resides.

You sound certain that you'll succeed.

You might know me again, James...

... if you promise not to love me.

You rip my man's blood from
me with that same beguiling.

Never more.

My thoughts are like wine,
they're intoxicating to me.

- I will have the ring.
- You will.

We both know it. But
where does it lead you?

Are you nothing but revenge?

Go back to your sleep,
sir. It suits you well!

I drove that boy away with my
cruelty and my coward's heart.

I drove that boy away with my
cruelty and my coward's heart.

You say I have cured
you of your loneliness.

Not you, madam, but my
heart's tenderness for you.

You've outwitted me at every turn.

You're not a factor nor a Company agent.

You are a seemer, sir.

A shape-shifter insists upon mystery.

Which Willmus Crabtree am I to believe?

Do you suppose the ring will bring you

full familiarity with all that I am?

If you feel sick,

it is not a fatal poison,
merely a sleeping potion.

Well, what will we do to pass
the time until I am taken?

Shall I unpick my own wits

and tell you of the
moment that I was won?

You... You drove that boy away.

You drove that boy away.

Your own cruelty, Meredith Rutter.

Your own coward's heart!

As I walked here,

I saw the world as you
taught me to see it, Chacrow.

So, for that reason, I
can't give you the last part

of making gunpowder.

I drove that boy away. Your
own cruelty, Meredith Rutter.

Your own coward's heart.

There ain't nothing worse than there is.

Is this what you intended?

To mock me so that I
live in your shadow?

To pretend that you will
show your love to me?

I have seen what this
thing we call "progress"

has done to the English,

and I will not be the
man who brings it to you.

Opechancanough knows what is true.

I do this because I love you.

Silas Sharrow has bit me with lies!

Raise the alarm!

Master Rutter's fallen!

Raise the alarm!

You hold the King's own signet.

You are the most
powerful man in Virginia.

You are cursed with descendancy.

All the way back
to the days of the Bible,

your kind have been
marked out for servitude.

You have the King's signet,

gives you full right over the Governor.

- Why have you not cut him down?
- There is business yet to play.

There is a way to undo this man.
It is to take him to madness.

Do not so much as speak of
my business to the air.

Why did you keep it from me?

Do you not see me as
a man like other men?