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Dona, you've got me all of a sweat.

Hey, Duke! Duchess! Charge!

Harry, you still haven't
answered my question.

Have you arranged with Lord Rockingham
to meet us tonight?

Well, no.
What difference does that make anyway?

Harry, have you ever been so utterly
bored,

that someday you might do
something you regret?

Odds fish, Dona! Stop jumping
from one thing to another!

What does it matter
if you do meet Rockingham?

I shan't meet him.
I shan't have anything more to do with him.

And if you ever invite him
to this house again, I shall leave it.

Dona! Silence!

So you'll leave the house, will you?

Yes, and I shall take the children with me.

You will? Where do you think you'll go?

I don't know but go I will.

You're in one of your moods again, Dona.
That's it, isn't it? One of your moods!

What the devil have you got
against Rock anyhow?

I will not endure
his familiarity any longer.

Why shouldn't he be familiar?

He's my best friend.

Harry, why must you persist
in being so blind?

Can't you realize that your insistence
in our being seen everywhere with him

is making me one of the most
notorious women in London?

Fiddle-de-dee, Dona.

"Notorious."

Well, yes, I did promise
Rock again tonight.

Now, don't make a scene, Dona!

What have you been doing to Dona?

She's in a devil of a tizz.
What's it all about?

Another mood, another impulse.
You know, that's Dona.

She's angry as sin.

You better go and see what's the matter
and try to make it up.

Confound a woman that can't get along
with a man's friends!

Dona.

When are you going to stop this fencing?

There's only one way it can end, you know.

There's no sense in making Harry
think you're angry with me.

He's too easygoing to care.

You never laugh except
when you imply no woman can resist you.

It amuses me to find I am invariably right.

It is one time, My Lord, you are mistaken.

But I'm not.

You've shown your hand to me, when you
let Harry bring you to a place like this

to sit cheek by jowl
with the ladies of the town,

the only wife among them.

You impudent...

- Take your hand away.
- No.

You have more conceit
of your kisses, My Lord,

and less reason for it
than any scoundrel in England.

Three shillings a ball.

- Harry, will you please take me home?
- No, I won't.

Rock's won a great deal of money from me,
and I want a chance to get it back.

Fool!

Don't worry, wind is to the south.

Five o'clock of a clear morning!

Five o'clock of a clear morning!

Five o'clock of a clear morning!

What's this? What's all this?
What's going on here?

Hey! Dona!

Dona!

Hey! What is this?

Dona!

Dona!

There you are. Dona, Rock's here.
He wants to apologize.

He says he lost his head.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to Navron.

Navron, why?
We haven't been there in years.

Damp, moldy and full of ghosts.

Yes, it is full of ghosts, Harry,

ghosts of a happiness that's lost.

- I'm going to try to get it back.
- You've lost your wits!

Perhaps I've just recovered them, Harry.

I've been playing a part for you
because you've insisted on it.

But I'm not going to play it anymore.

I'm done with this stupid,
futile life we lead here.

And the company you choose to keep.

Dona!

If you think I'm going to come
chasing down after you,

you're wrong.

How far have you come?

From London in five days.

And where be you going?

Navron House, near Helford.

I shouldn't if I were you.

They do say pirates
come into the river there.

- Pirates?
- Cutthroats from ear to ear.

Come on there!

Navron, my lady.

Hello, the house!

I hate old houses, my lady.

Tom, you sent a messenger
ahead from Penryn, didn't you?

Yesterday, my lady.

Call out again.

Hello, the house!

Ghosties and ghoulies and things
that go bump in the night, deliver us.

Welcome to Navron, my lady.

- Who are you, may I ask?
- William, my lady.

It smells like a tomb.

I don't remember you.
You were not here when we came down last.

No, my lady.

There was an old man here.
I can't remember his name.

He had rheumatism, he could scarcely walk.
Where is he now?

In his grave, my lady.

I see.

- And you've replaced him then?
- Yes, my lady.

Your accent is foreign.

I'd forgotten Cornish people
speak strangely.

It is Cornish, isn't it?

A most curious accent, my lady.

This place has been closed much too long.
There's dust everywhere.

- I wonder you hadn't noticed it.
- I had noticed it, my lady.

But as your Ladyship never comes to Navron,

it seems scarcely worthwhile
to see that the rooms are clean.

It is difficult to take pride in work
that is never seen or appreciated.

In fact, the idle mistress
makes the idle servant.

Naturally, my lady.

You will please see that every room
in the house is swept and dusted,

that all the silver is cleaned,
that there are flowers in the rooms,

that everything takes place, in short,

as though the mistress
of the house had not been idle

but had lived here.

Indeed, had never gone away at all.

It will be my personal pleasure, my lady.

Did I ever really look like that?

Tobacco?

Down you go.

Good morning.

White flowers in my room, please.

- Good morning, William.
- Good morning, my lady.

The children and I have decided
to have a picnic today.

I felt confident you would, my lady.
I asked cook to prepare a suitable basket.

Thank you, William.

We shall be near the chapel, William.
You can bring the basket down at noon.

Yes, my lady.

My lady. My lady!

Lord Godolphin, my lady.

- Madam.
- Lord Godolphin.

I'm enchanted to see you.

Won't you sit down?

I just heard this morning
that you were at Navron.

I came over to pay my respects.
Your two?

I knew Harry very well
when he lived here as a boy.

Indeed?

My wife would have come, but unfortunately,
she's not well at the moment.

- I understand.
- We hope for an heir.

Of course.
I'm sorry to say Harry's not here.

I came here alone with the children.

Really? That's a great pity.

Harry might have given us some help.
You've heard of our troubles, of course?

- I've heard nothing.
- Really? Too remote down here, I suppose.

We've been vexed by pirates.

At our wits' end.

My neighbor's estate
was sacked only a week ago.

How distressing.

It's an outrage! We complain to London
and we get a few soldiers.

No good at all.

The squires of the county must
stand together. Deal with this themselves.

Is there anything I can do?

Nothing, my dear young Lady,
except ask Harry to come down

and help us fight this Frenchman.

- Frenchman?
- Yes.

The French have made a habit
of coming into Cornwall ever since the...

Ever since the Cornish pirates
have gone over into France.

Well... What?

If you like to put it that way.

I don't think you realize
how serious this matter is, madam.

Down here, we're constantly robbed.

Our women-folk sleep
in terror of their lives.

And not only their lives.

He's that kind of a pirate then?

What? Well, really, madam,

I must be getting home before dark.

Good day, madam.

Please give my duty to your wife, My Lord.

Madame, I will.

- William.
- My lady?

I came to Navron to be alone.

Yes, my lady, I understand.
It will not occur again.

You shall make good your escape.

Escape?

You have uncanny intuition, William.
Where did you get it from?

From my late master, my lady.
Much of my philosophy is borrowed from him.

I don't think he would term
your arrival here an escape.

Why did you leave your master, William?

His life is such at the moment, my lady,

that my services would be
of little use to him.

He...

He travels, my lady.

He's a fugitive too?

People who travel are always fugitives.

Yes, my master has often made
the same observation, my lady.

His life, if I may say so,
is just one continual escape.

How I envy him.

The rest of us can only
run away from time to time.

However much we pretend to be free,

we know it's only for a while.

Yes, my lady.

I think you and my master
would have much in common, my lady.

- Come, Henrietta. It's time for naps.
- Come on, Jamie.

- You may go, I'll bring the children.
- Yes, my lady.

Come on, Jamie. Come get dressed.

Come on.

Come on, my boy.

Did you have a nice day today?
You didn't?

Yes, you did.
You loved it. You know you did.

You don't want to go home?

Let me go!

It seems you have been spying upon my ship.

On the contrary.

It seems your men have been
trespassing upon my land.

My very humble apologies.

I had not realized the lady of the manor
had come to visit me in person.

Is it by your orders
that I was seized and brought here?

My men are told to bring in
anyone who ventures to the creek.

In a sack?

You're not hurt, are you?

No.

Then what are you complaining about?

Because I am not accustomed
to being treated in such a manner.

No, of course not.

But it will do you no harm.

Madame, please.

Well?

What do you propose to do with me?

Yes...

I must consult my book of rules.

I have made no arrangements apparently
to deal with females.

Most remiss of me.

That's better.

- What's the matter?
- It was you.

You left that tobacco jar in my bedroom.

Did I?

How careless of William
not to have noticed.

So it was for you William stayed
and sent all the servants away.

While we were in London,
you slept in my bedroom.

Somehow I was sure you wouldn't mind.

Why were you so sure?

I consulted your portrait on the wall.

"My lady", I said very humbly,

"would you grant a weary Frenchman
the courtesy of your bed?"

Well?

You bowed gracefully
and gave me permission.

- I did?
- Yes.

If I'd known for one moment...

What would you have done?

I'd have come down from the wall

and behaved quite differently
from what you imagined.

I don't believe you.

Why not?

Because when I lay in your bed,
looking up at your portrait,

that was not how you behaved.

How did I behave?

Very differently.

I must be going.

My children will wonder
what's happened to me.

They know at once when we return.
They come in dozens.

Perhaps they have
a fellow feeling for the ship.

It's my fault for naming her La Mouette.

La Mouette?

Of course, The Seagull.

I must return your call.

A matter of courtesy.

Of course.

What is the correct hour?

In the afternoon, I believe?
And you'll offer me a dish of tea?

No, a pirate does not call
upon a lady in the afternoon.

He comes by night, rapping upon a window.

And the lady of the manor,
fearful for her safety,

gives him supper by candlelight.

As you will.

My lady?

Can I be of assistance, my lady?

William, I thought I told
the servants to go to bed.

They are in bed, my lady. I remained up
because I thought you might want some help.

So you know?

Yes, my lady.

How did you know, William?

When you returned this afternoon, my lady,
there was something about your eyes.

They were, if I may say so
without giving offense,

very much alive.

I said to myself:
"It has happened. They have met at last."

Why at last?

Because I am a fatalist
by nature, my lady.

I've always known that sooner or later,
the meeting was bound to come about.

I propose to behave outrageously, William.

So it would seem, my lady.

- Are you shocked?
- No.

Why not?

Because nothing you or my master ever did
could possibly shock me, my lady.

- Do you think he really will come tonight?
- I'm quite sure of it, my lady.

This is very wrong, William.

I'm acting against
the interests of my country.

I could be imprisoned for it.

Yes, my lady.

William, do you really approve
of your master's profession?

Approve and disapprove are
two words not in my vocabulary.

My master only robs
people who can afford to be robbed.

He gives away most of what he takes.

He is free of all ties
and man-made principles.

- I gather he's not married then.
- No, my lady.

Piracy and marriage do not go together.

Even if his wife should love the sea?

She would not love it enough, my lady.

- I wish I were a man.
- Why so, my lady?

I too would find a ship and sail out
and be a law unto myself.

Gracious!
Have we anything fit for him to eat?

Rest your mind, my dear Lady.

When I went to Helford this morning,
I took the liberty of filling a basket.

- You anticipated this?
- Yes, my lady.

I had premonitions.

I can provide crab
prepared in a French fashion,

small new potatoes cooked in their skins,

fresh green salad, bottle of wine,
and strawberries, the first of the season.

William, you are incorrigible.

Let me see...

Now, light every candle.
Bring out all the silver.

- We must do full justice to Navron.
- I will not disappoint you, my lady.

You know him better than I do.
What shall I wear?

Supper is waiting.

Is it wise to place
all this temptation before a pirate?

Well, it's William's fault.
It's all William's doing.

I don't believe you.

William never made
these preparations for me before.

- Did you, William?
- No, sir.

He cooked a chop
and served it to me on a chipped plate,

brushed away one
of the covers of the chairs,

and told me I must be content.

Yes, sir.

What brought you to Navron at last?

Perhaps because I was tired
of being Lady St. Columb.

Why?

Why are you a pirate?

Why did you venture
alone to the creek today?

Because of the uncertainty.
I wasn't sure what might happen.

- That's why I'm a pirate?
- Yes, but...

There are no "buts”. It's very simple.

Piracy suits me.

My ship is my kingdom. I'm my own master.
I come and go as I please.

Couldn't you do as you please in any case?

No.

Anyone who lives a normal life
in this world of ours

becomes a cog in a wheel,
a unit in a system.

To me, that is intolerable.

I have become a rebel and an outcast,
but I have escaped from such a world.

The idea that piracy is wrong
does not concern you?

Not in the least.

Even such freedom,
doesn't that become a bore sometimes?

On the contrary.

Piracy has its problems
which interest me profoundly.

It's an exact science, no less.

A slipshod pirate is a dead pirate
and serves him right.

A successful pirate, on the other hand,
is much like a mathematician.

A poet of precision.

Besides, I have my fun,

my spice of excitement,
my beating of the other fellow.

It's very satisfying.

Very absorbing.

Someday, they will catch you.

Someday,

perhaps.

What do you think I do
when I seek refuge in your creek?

My men are not idle.

They move about
the country getting information.

And the Cornish men are robbed,

and the Cornish women
go in fear of their lives?

And more than their lives,
so Lord Godolphin tells me.

Cornish women flatter themselves.

That's what I wanted
to tell Lord Godolphin.

- Why did you not?
- I hadn't the heart to shock him.

You know,

Frenchmen have a reputation for gallantry
that's entirely without foundation.

We are shyer than you give us credit for.

My fellows never force
their attention upon women.

The trouble generally is
that the women won't leave them alone.

You forget the country women
sometimes find their husbands very dull.

They should teach
their husbands better manners.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Supposing in marriage, for example,

one partner has the understanding
and the other does not?

Then the marriage is
doubtless very monotonous.

What decided you upon marriage?

Harry was amusing, and I liked his eyes.

And now you are trying to escape.

William told me you would say that.

Then why don't you?

Escape?

Haven't I?

I see you get to the heart of your subject.

It was my intention.

It's true I caught you unawares
when a mood was reflected in your face.

Isn't it unfair?

How so?

To make a copy of emotion at my expense.

Possibly.

But on the other hand, it may persuade you
to discard such a mood altogether.

Disillusionment,

indifference...

Yes. Willfulness.

A very different person from the lady
of the portrait with whom I fell in love.

Fell in love?

Yes.

A strange, enchanting person

who looked down at me
from the bedroom wall.

Lady St. Columb is not that person.

I prefer Lady St. Columb.

And I prefer the lady of the portrait.

I have said to myself:

"She and no other."

When the east wind
starts blowing on this coast,

it continues for several days.

My ship will be weather bound,
and I can be idle.

There are birds to watch, fishes to catch,
and streams to be explored.

All these are methods of escape.

Birds to watch, fishes to catch.

Do you suggest that
that is the way to make me happy?

Complete happiness is a rare thing.

I do not believe it can
ever be fully experienced alone.

But sometimes...

It does happen that a man finds
a woman who is the answer

to all his more searching dreams.

And the two have
understanding of each other

from the lightest moment
to the darkest moment.

Thank you for my supper.

Good night.

Your land commands
a view of the river, doesn't it?

An excellent view.

You haven't seen any strange craft
entering the estuary?

I don't wish to alarm you,

but a French pirate has
been using the river in the past.

- He may do so again.
- You terrify me.

I must warn you,

he's the type of person who would
have little respect for your person.

You mean he's quite unscrupulous?

I fear so.

And his men are desperate and savage?

They are pirates, my lady.

I shall take every
possible care of my household.

Are they cannibals too?
I have a little boy, you know.

Calm yourself, my dear. Calm yourself!

Calm yourself.

Perhaps the Frenchman
has left our coasts for good.

I wish we could think so, but he's
most dangerous when he's most quiet.

We shall hear from him again.

But it'll be the last time.

- Indeed?
- Yes, madam. The last time.

It'll be my very great pleasure to hang him
from the tallest gibbet in Cornwall.

I invite all the company
present to witness the ceremony.

Sir, you are very bloodthirsty.

So would you be if you'd been robbed
of your possessions.

Pictures, plates, silver.
All of considerable value.

But think of the joy
you will have replacing them.

I fear I consider the matter
in a very different light.

Such a pleasure, my dear Lady Godolphin.

Where shall I change my gown, William?

I thought your Ladyship might not
be adverse to changing behind that tree.

How very considerate of you, William.

What story did you tell them at Navron?

I told them that your Ladyship
would be staying to dine

with Lord Godolphin
and that you would be late.

How very deceitful of you, William.

He is waiting for you, my lady.

- Do you think me mad, William?
- Not entirely sane, my lady.

It's a lovely feeling, William.

Yes,

so I have always understood, my lady.

I shall be in the avenue
shortly after ten o'clock.

Yes, my lady.

You may drive as though
we were returning from Lord Godolphin's.

Why are you smiling?

I was not aware that my features
had in any way relaxed, my lady.

You are a liar, William.

Yes, my lady.

You have not been long.

I had no mirrors to detain me.

You understand how simple life becomes
when things like mirrors are forgotten.

May I put the worm on the hook?

Do you think I'm making progress?

Yes.

Do you really think that?

The disillusioned, indifferent,
willful Dona St. Columb,

the one who roistered in the taverns
and sat in gaming houses

beside Ladies of the town?

If there ever was such a Dona St. Columb,
she no longer exists.

I'm glad you said that.

Don't you want your fish?

I was thinking of the conversation
this afternoon at Lord Godolphin's.

He and his friends are gloating
over the possibility of your capture.

I can understand their interest,
but they do not worry me.

I believe them to be dangerous.

Godolphin is a dunderhead,
but he's persistent.

And Eustick has a mean,
obstinate look about him.

They hope to hang you.

Something of a complement, after all.

Now you're laughing at me.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to be cautious.

Then, tomorrow I must begin to plan again.

You'll be going away?

I've been idle too long.

I've allowed the creek to take hold of me.

But now Godolphin and his friends
shall have a run for their money.

You're going on another raid
along the coast?

Probably.

And risk capture and death?

Perhaps.

It would be wiser to sail back to Brittany.

Far wiser.

The Seagull may be wrecked,
instead of lying peacefully

at a haven across the Channel.

The Seagull...

She was not built
to lie peacefully in a haven.

It's too bad you're not a boy.

- You could have sailed with me.
- Why do I have to be a boy to do that?

No.

You're too precious, too delicate
for a pirate ship.

That's ridiculous.
Please let me go with you just once.

- You'd be cold and miserable.
- No!

- You'd be frightened.
- No!

You'd be seasick.

Seasick?
How much will you wager I'll be seasick?

That depends on what we have
to offer each other.

My earrings.
You may have my ruby earrings.

Yes.

And...

What would you demand of me
should you win your wager?

Wait, let me think.

A lock from Godolphin's wig.

You shall have the wig itself.

I will take care of the children, my lady.

I have every confidence in you.

It is my intention to announce
at the house on this morning

that you're indisposed, a trifle feverish,
and for fear of infection,

the children and the maids
are not to come to your room,

and you have asked for me
to wait on you myself.

Excellent, William.

You are, if I may say so, a born deceiver.
Don't you wish you were coming with me?

Unfortunately, my lady, I possess
an interior that does not take kindly

to the motion of a ship upon the water.

In other words, you are horribly sick.

You have a happy turn of phrase.

I have a wager with your master
that I shall not succumb.

Do you think I shall win?

It depends on what you're alluding to.

That I'll not succumb
to the motion of the ship.

What did you think I meant?

Forgive me, my lady, for the moment,
my mind had strayed to other things.

Yes, I think you will win that wager.

That is the only wager we have.

Yes, my lady.

You sound doubtful.

When two people make a voyage,
one of them a man like my master,

the other a woman like my mistress,

the situation strikes me
as being pregnant with possibilities.

- You are very presumptuous.
- I'm sorry, my lady.

You're forgetting
I've been married eight years

and am the mother of two children,
and that next month I shall be 30.

On the contrary, my lady,

it was these three things
I was most remembering.

Then I'm inexpressibly shocked with you.

- Open the door and let me to the garden.
- Yes, my lady.

If Master Jamie should
really want some strawberries...

I understand perfectly, my lady.

I will give him some quietly
in the pantry by myself.

Good.

- Goodbye, William.
- Au revoir, my lady.

Pierre!

This way.

Good morning.

The Captain wishes you to go aft,
if you please.

Good morning.

You bring luck, it seems.

The wind is fair.

What do you think of my ship?

I think she's bewitched
and not a ship at all.

I feel as though
I'd never been alive before.

And you do not feel seasick?

I never felt so well in my life.

Are you happy?

Yes.

Why do you ask?

Because I am happy too.

Do you know what
Lady St. Columb is doing now?

I should like to know.

She's in bed with chills and fever
and will allow no one in her room

except William, her faithful servant.

If Lady St. Columb
tosses on a bed of fever,

who is this woman on deck with me?

A cabin boy,
the most insignificant member of the crew.

- Would you like to sail the ship?
- May 1?

Will she not sink?

Come on.

You hold the staff in your two hands thus.

You keep the ship steady on the course.

Do not let her fall away
or she will jibe her spritsail.

Feel the wind on the back of your head?

Keep it there then.

I believe you're going to do something mad,
something very foolish.

You told me you wanted
Godolphin's wig, didn't you?

What are you going to do?

Do you know Godolphin's brother-in-law,
a Philip Rashleigh who lives at Fowey?

I've heard Harry speak of him.

Some time ago, he raided
the French coast and stole a ship.

He sent her to the Indies, and she's just
returned with a cargo of riches.

She lies at anchor in Fowey Haven.

My intention is to seize her,

put a prize crew on board,
and have them sail to the French coast.

The cargo shall pay
for the use Rashleigh's had of the ship.

But supposing her men outnumber yours?

That's one of the risks I take.

There's a fort here, at the harbor mouth.

But I can't guarantee that every fellow
in the fort will be asleep for my benefit.

So there's only one thing to do.

Leave La Mouette here

and go overland.

Rashleigh's ship is lying here.

Can you climb cliffs?

I could climb better in a pair of britches.

That's what I thought.

Here's a pair belonging to Pierre.

They're his Sunday britches.
They're a little cleaner.

Here's a shirt too.

Stockings.

And shoes.

And a knife.

You won't want a jacket.
The night is too warm.

You'd better change now
and come on deck when you're ready.

You know the way well?

Last week at night,
I covered the whole route.

We climb the cliff at
the farm of Juan Penman.

I know the milkmaid.

They are heavy sleepers, mon capitaine.
They will not hear us.

Here.

Come here.

You have remembered
that you are Lady St. Columb.

Yes.

I'm leaving part of the crew
onboard The Seagull.

If you wish to, you know,
you can stay with them.

No. A little while ago,
I would have stayed, but not now.

Then Lady St. Columb
has returned to her sickbed?

Yes!

You will never pass for a boy,
not with that hair.

I'd cut it off if I had a pair of scissors.

It would look more
like a cabin boy perhaps.

But I would rather risk
capture than have you do it.

Put this on.

We must get our work
done while the wind favors us.

Hurry now.

It's like this.

If there's trouble, make sail.

Lay a mile from the coast
and watch for a signal fire.

Yes, sir.

This way.

There she is.

How do we get out there?

Get ready to swim.

I'm not very good at it.

What's the matter?

The wind is changing.

It's backed into the south.

- Pierre.
- Oui, monsieur?

I've just told Pierre
to take you back to The Seagull.

- Why? Why must I go back?
- Because the wind turned against us.

The Seagull is on a lee shore.
She'll have to beat out of the bay.

You and Pierre will have time
to get back before they get sail on her.

I understand with the change in the
wind,

it's going to be difficult
to get the ship away.

Not The Seagull. That ship, I mean.

That's why you want me to go back.
In case there's trouble.

Yes.

Well, I'm not going back.

Why do you want to stay?

You know why I want to stay.

I wanted you to go for the same reason.

Stay then, and we'll make a fight for it
and hang together from the same tree,

you and I.

Come, we must hurry now and get underway
before the wind strengthens against us.

But first, we must have the owner aboard.

Would you like to do
something with a bit of danger in it?

Yes! Tell me what to do.

Pierre.

I want you to go with Pierre, find a boat,

cross over to Fowey Town
and call on Philip Rashleigh.

He lives there,

in the house next to the church.

I want you to tell him
he's wanted on board.

Make up any story you like.

But keep in the shadow.
You won't do as a boy under the light.

Suppose he refuses to come?

He won't refuse, not if you're clever.

Go now.

- The wind's changed.
- Aye, so it has.

We'd be gone for a nice run-in.

Pierre.

Let's have your cups.

A round for your humble salon.

Stay in the boat.

If I don't return in a quarter
of an hour, go back to the ship.

Philip, there's a squall blowing up.

- Is there?
- Coming from the southwest.

It'll be here quite shortly.

I wish you had moored the ship up river.

They may have trouble with it by morning.

I've never lost a ship
from that mooring, George.

I think it would have been wiser
if you'd taken off the cargo...

Who are you? What do you want?

It's Mr. Rashleigh wanted.

- Who is it, George?
- Somebody wants you.

Come inside, boy.

No, sir. If you'd tell Mr. Rashleigh
he's sent for from the ship, sir.

Who the devil is it?
Is that young Jim Thomas?

It's someone from the ship.
Is your name Jim Thomas?

Aye, sir. And the master said
would Mr. Rashleigh come aboard at once.

There's no time to lose.
The ship's in danger.

Stay where you are!
Do you hear that? The ship's in danger!

Let me go. I got another message to run.

I gotta fetch the doctor.
My mother's taken ill, sir.

His mother? What's all this nonsense?
Jim Thomas's mother has been dead 10 years.

Who are you?
What's wrong with the ship?

Hurry, hurry! The wind's rising!

- Come on, George!
- Come on! Go! Go!

Come on, mate.

Seven!

- Five of them.
- Chance is fine, bow side.

Five...

Six!

Come on, George.

Well, come seven!

- Seven.
- You lose.

- Let's see if that bounces.
- Shame, that's all that is!

Pierre!

Pierre!

Come on.

Stay back.

See a boy around this way?

I've seen no one,
but there's something wrong yonder, sir.

Looks like your ship's
broken away from the buoy.

What's that?

Look, they're breaking out her sails!

Why didn't he let go his anchor?
He'll have her aground!

Ahoy there, Merry Fortune!

Merry Fortune!

Ahoy!

Dan Thomas, ahoy!

Rouse the men ashore, Joe.

Blast that fool, Dan Thomas.

What ails you, Joe?

Put on your britches, blast you!

The Merry Fortune's adrift!

Ship ahoy!

They're getting sail on her
and not a dozen men aboard!

The fellow's mad! He'll have her aground!

Philip! She's underway!

The tide will take her on the rocks!

Come about!

Come about, man!
Before you lose your chance!

Look! Look, all of you!
That's not Dan Thomas!

It's the Frenchman! He's going to sea!

Man the boats! All hands!

Boats are adrift! The lines have been cut!

Swim out, some of you, and get those boats.

Hurry.

Look! There's that boy.
He cut the boats loose.

There's two. Stop them.

Give me a gun with hurry!
Bring your boats alongside.

Get that boy!

What? You're going to
give me a gun that isn't primed?

Take it home to your mother!

Pierre!

No, you don't!

Hurry!

Fire on them!

Get down!

Get down!

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm all right.

There's your friend Godolphin.

There's a woman aboard. Don't fire.

Gentlemen, a safe passage
back to land. But first...

He's taken my wig! You filthy pirates!

Get it back! The impertinence!

He's taken my wig!

You'll pay for this, you hear me?
I'll have you on the rack!

I'll have you hanged!
I'll have you arrested!

You'll pay for this!
I'll have you on the rack!

Save your powder, boys!
You will not catch us this time!

Who is it?

Are you awake yet?

Come in.

I'm afraid I lost my earrings after all.

I came below once to see how you were,
and you threw a pillow at my head.

You're lying.
You never did. I never saw so.

You were too far gone to remember anything.
But we will not argue.

Are you hungry?

- Yes.
- I thought we might have dinner together.

- What time is it?
- About three o'clock in the afternoon.

What day would it be?

Sunday.

Your friend Godolphin
will have missed his morning in church,

unless there's a good wig maker in Fowey.

When did you put it here?

When you were seasick.

Can you eat a wing?

Yes.

By now we might be hanging
from a tree in Godolphin's park.

We would have been,
if that wind hadn't shifted.

Do you always have
the devil's own luck, Frenchman?

Always.

I'm glad I had
the adventure and the excitement,

but I'm glad it's over too.

You did not do too badly for a cabin boy.

How long are we going
to be on the Merry Fortune?

- Why? Do you want to go home?
- I just wondered.

What are we going to do now?

As we will not get
a breeze before nightfall,

we can do as we please.

We might go fishing in the cool
of the evening before the sun is down.

We might.

This could be forever if we wished,
tomorrow and the next day.

But Lady St. Columb
is not Dona the cabin boy.

She is someone
who has a life in another world.

Lady St. Columb is still asleep at Navron.

And her dreams are very, very lovely.

For all that, they are still dreams.

She will wake when the sun is up
and begin to look after her house.

No, this.

Always this.

Always the fire and the dark night,

the supper we've cooked
and you here against my heart.

Sail with me.

Sail with me now
and never return to Navron.

Sail with you?

Yes.

Perhaps one day you will regret it.

I know what I have to offer you

can never compensate
for what you must give up.

Women will wonder for a time
and play at adventure,

but in the end,
instinct is too strong for them.

They must make their nest,
I would sail alone, and you would hate me.

What is the answer then for us?

There never has been an answer, Dona.

But if there is one,
come with me and we will find it together.

- But I must plan...
- No. No plans.

Just come back.

Come back
and we will have breakfast together.

And afterwards, we will take the boat
and go down the river again.

And so another day,
and another, and another...

No past, no future.

Only the present.

Only the present.

Hello. William.

William!

I will open the hall door.

- It's locked.
- Quick.

What is it?

The children?

Sir Harry has come, my lady.

He arrived last night.

Lord Rockingham is with him.

Over here. Why did they come?

I gather it was
Lord Rockingham's idea, my lady.

It would be my Lord Rockingham.

What have you told Sir Harry?

That you had been in bed
for several days with high fever,

but that you were at last
getting some measure of sleep

and that it would be
extremely bad for your health

if Sir Harry so much as entered your room.

- He accepted the story?
- Yes, my lady.

I'm certain they've come
down to help take your master.

You must get word to him
at once that he's in deadly danger.

The ship must leave
the creek with the next tide.

It would be more prudent
to wait until nightfall, my lady.

Your master must decide that, of course.

I'd thought to go back
and have breakfast with him.

Don't worry, my lady. It will come right.

You will be together again.

Forgive me, William.

It had something to do
with being so happy...

I know, my lady. I know.

Poor William.

You haven't slept at all
from waiting for me.

Thank you.

My lady.

Thank you.

Yes?

Here we go.
Now, off you go, moppets.

Run along.

Dona.

Devilishly hot here.
I'm sweating through my shirt.

You don't look so ill.

- I'm very much better. Thank you, Harry.
- I'm glad to hear that.

I expected you at death's door
from what William told me.

I cursed him good
for not sending me word about it.

- What kind of servant is he?
- The best servant I ever had.

Well, as long as he pleases you.

Rockingham's here, Dona.

I know you left London in a huff with him,
but he doesn't bear any grudges.

Why did you bring Rockingham down here?

Well, it was Rock's idea, really.

One day in town, he met a cousin,
a George Godolphin,

who told him a French pirate
was plundering the county.

So Rock said:
"Let's go on down to Navron

"and lend a hand in the game
and help Godolphin."

How is Godolphin by the way?

A little out of temper when I saw him last.

So I should think. His brother-in-law
has lost a ship it seems.

- Do you know Philip Rashleigh?
- Not to speak to, Harry.

Well, you'll meet him soon.
I've invited him here.

Why?

We met him in Helston yesterday
in a devil of a temper.

It seems this Frenchman sailed the vessel

right out of Fowey Harbor
under his very nose.

And Godolphin's too.

Why did you invite
Philip Rashleigh down here?

That was Rockingham's idea as well.

He suggested we all get together
and set a trap for the Frenchman.

When we've caught him,
we'll string him up and give you a laugh.

You think you'll succeed
where others have failed?

Rock's already thought of a plan.

Hi, Rock! Here's Dona.

My Lord.

So you've had a fever, Dona.

A messenger from Lord Godolphin, Sir Harry.

What?

A most becoming fever.

You don't appear delighted to see me.

Why should 1?

It's some weeks since I saw you,
and you left in the most extraordinary way.

I suppose I did something to offend you.

I told Harry when I left London
that I wanted to be alone.

But we came down on business.

We propose catching the pirate who seems
to be causing you all so much trouble.

And how do you propose doing that?

We shall see.

I expect he's gone back to France.

I'm afraid not.

Why so?

We were told that a vessel was seen only
yesterday making for the English coast.

But the coast of England goes a long way.

Yes, but the Frenchman
leaves most of it alone it seems,

all but this little bit of Cornwall.

Rashleigh thinks
he's even visited your river here.

He must do it at night then,
when I'm in bed.

Possibly he does.

At any rate, it'll be amusing
to stop his little game.

How really ideal for a lawbreaker.

Navron's the only
big house in the district.

I almost wish I were a pirate myself,
knowing the house to be without protection,

the lady of the manor
as beautiful as you are, Dona.

- Yes, Rockingham?
- I'd be tempted to come here often.

But you're not a pirate, Lord Rockingham.

You're simply an unscrupulous and intrusive
person whom I continue to detest.

What a delightful little speech.
The Cornish air has made you venomous.

Hey, Rock!

A letter from Godolphin.

The hounds are gathering.

We're going to have some fun with this.

Did you send an answer?

I said that her ladyship and myself

would be delighted
to receive the gentlemen for supper.

Whom shall I be delighted to receive?

Godolphin, Rashleigh,
Thomas Eustick and half a dozen others.

And after supper, we'll all go down
and catch the fellow, eh, Duchess?

An amusing party, don't you think?

No doubt.

If you wish to give them supper,
I must discuss it with William.

Gentlemen.

Hey, moppets! Tally ho!

My lady.

My lady!

I fear I must come down again with fever
and remain in my room tonight.

For what cause, my lady?

Because Rashleigh and the other gentlemen
are coming here to supper.

Rashleigh may recognize me
as the woman on the pirate ship.

Why are they coming here tonight, my lady?

Because the county gentlemen have agreed
upon a plan to take your master.

Thank heaven they will be too late.
The Seagull will have sailed.

No, my lady.
She will not have sailed.

William...

I went to the creek this morning.
I found the ship grounded on the tide

with a rock causing a leak
below the waterline.

She will not be ready to sail
until after midnight.

You must go and warn your master.
At once. Quickly.

You will be advised to stay in your room
while the gentlemen are here.

No, I shall receive them. I must keep them
at supper until midnight at least.

But...
Yes, my lady.

I will arrange everything.

Sir Harry will choose the wines.

- Go at once, quickly.
- Yes.

Halt! Who goes?

Grace, have you seen William?

No, my lady. He went out after three,
and no one's seen him since.

Where is that fellow William?
He's got the keys to the wine cellar!

He will be back directly, I expect.

But I've had to break the lock.
I tell you, Dona, I'll sack the fellow.

Rock's perfectly right. He's got
an impudent, familiar manner about him.

Did you win at piquet?

Do I ever win playing with Rock?

Hurry, Dona.
That's the company. You'll be late.

Go take this out.

Who is it?

William! William, what's happened?
What's the matter?

- It is nothing, my lady.
- Come on, quickly.

If you find that William, send him to me!

Careful, my lady. You will spoil your gown.

How did it happen?

Coming through the woods,
one of Lord Godolphin's men challenged me.

I managed to evade him
but received this scratch.

Did you get word to your master?
Did you give him warning?

Yes. He said: "Tell your mistress
I am in no way disturbed."

Will the ship sail by the night?

Dona!

Dona, what the devil is keeping you?

I dislike having my door
flung open in such a manner.

But the guests are waiting.

Blast it! Fiddle-de-dee, Dona.

You know I'm no good
in company without you.

All right. Go along.

What's the matter with this thing.

- Come on...
- Dona, fix this.

Alright, I will. Now get along.

I take it, gentlemen,
the plan I suggested has been carried out.

The men have been posted
on the beaches, boats made ready.

If there is a vessel hiding up the river,
we'll be on hand to get her tonight

as she comes down on top of the tide.

Lady St. Columb, gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

My Lord Godolphin.

Madam.

My Lord Rockingham.

Philip Rashleigh.

Mr. Rashleigh.

All old friends of mine.

Welcome to you, gentlemen.
This is the first time for many years

there's been such a company
at Navron house.

Won't you sit down?

Lord Godolphin,
how is Lady Godolphin these days?

She's holding, madam.

Very well.

Lord Godolphin,

if your wife should not improve,

might I offer you the services
of my own physician from London?

Very good idea. An excellent idea.

I swear I've seen
you before somewhere, my lady,

but I can't for the life of me
remember the time or the place.

Mr. Rashleigh, what a shadowy impression
I must have made on you at the time,

whenever it was.

On the contrary, madam.

No, it's an inflection
in your voice, I believe.

And I've heard it
not so very long ago at that.

Dona has that effect on every man.

They always feel after seeing
her that they've known her before.

You'll find, my dear Rashleigh,
that it keeps you awake at night.

Were you ever in Fowey where I live?

It is very difficult to get
in and out of Fowey, I'm told.

You heard how I was robbed?

Yes, indeed. So distressing.
You never had news of your ship since?

Never a word. However, tonight,
I hope to settle accounts with him

once and for all.

Mr. Rashleigh reminds us, gentlemen,

that we linger overlong at the table.

I'm exceedingly sorry. I would not dream
of hindering you in any way.

A toast to the success of
your undertaking, gentlemen.

To success.

Dancing here, dancing there

All together at the Cornish fair

Big bass drum

Boom, boom, boom

Gentlemen, it's half an hour
before midnight.

Was their leader really the desperate
fellow you've led me to believe?

Twenty times worse, madam.

The most bloodthirsty rogue
I ever cast my eyes on.

We've heard since his ship
carried a complement of women,

most kidnapped from our own villages.

He had a woman aboard the Merry Fortune.
A bold faced baggage if ever there was one.

I could see her on the deck
as plain as I see you now.

There was a boy, too.

A wretched boy who came knocking...

- That's it!
- What?

That boy's voice.

That's it.

Are you quite well, Mr. Rashleigh?

Madam, I swear I don't know.

I keep hearing that boy's voice.

Slight effect of memory.
We're all subject to it at times.

A provocative discussion,
my dear Dona, and no doubt fruitful.

But I must remind you we're
here tonight on desperate business.

My Lord, do you wish me to conclude
that these Cornish gentlemen

are unable to conduct their own affairs
without your insistence?

Nonsense, Rock!

You let my wife conduct her own table!

- My beautiful...
- Quite right, Harry.

Sit down, Rock.

Go on, fair lady.

Go on.

Thank you, gentlemen.

As I was saying, Mr. Rashleigh,

it is very easy to take
one person as another.

As in the playhouse, for instance.

A player becomes another
person before one's very eyes.

She's going to do Nell Gwyn.

She does Nell Gwyn
to the life, confound me.

Come on, Dona,

give us Nelly.

A scoundrel maid who was fair of face

Dona! Stop this nonsense!

Fie on you, my Lord Rockingham.
I wager you can't remember the next line.

- £1,000 he does. Go on, Rock.
- Go on, fair lady.

Was raised from a slum to a king's embrace

The life of Nelly, the life of Nelly

The life of Nelly had truly flown

The life of Nelly had truly flown

From cellar to the throne

From highway muddling to great renown

From earthly scum to a monarch's crown

Who the deuce is that?

Someone's late for supper.

Let's open some more wine.

We're all here. We expect no one else.

How about you, Godolphin?

There's no one else.
The meeting was secret, in any case.

Someone open the door!

Where are all the servants?

Dickon!

What are you doing?
Are you all asleep?

Hello, Dickon!

Someone's blown out the candles.
It's black as pitch in there.

Dickon!

What orders did you give the servants?
Did you tell them to go to bed?

To bed? No.
The fellows are waiting in the kitchen.

Give them another call, Rock.

There's no answer.
There's no sign of a light.

Dickon!

Dickon!

Dickon!

Open the door, one of you, will you?

Who asks for Navron house?

Jean Benoit Aubery.

What are you...

Pray be seated, gentlemen.

Would your Lordship
like to join the gentlemen?

Where have you been?

Sir Harry, your servants
are tied up in the game pantry.

I will not keep you long, gentlemen.

As for her ladyship,
she may go if she pleases.

But first I must have the rubies
she is wearing in her ears.

I've made a wager
about them with my cabin boy.

Is that all?

If the Lady St. Columb
would spare me that as well,

I would have no more excuse for piracy.

Thank you.

I trust you have recovered from your fever?

I thought so, but your presence here
will doubtless bring it back again.

That would be a pity.
My conscience would be uneasy.

My cabin boy suffers
from fever from time to time.

But the sea air does wonders for him.
You ought to try it.

My Lord Godolphin,

I believe the last time we met,
I relieved you of your wig.

That was also the fault of a wager.

This time I regret to say
I must have your weapon.

Your sword, my Lord Rockingham.

Here.

Thank you, William.

Good evening, sir.

You will be very happy to know, I am sure,

that the Merry Fortune has
been returned to her French owners.

Your sword, sir, if you please.

And what you have
in your pockets, if you please.

You'll pay for this, you blasted scoundrel.

Possibly.

In the meantime,
it is you who are paying.

Merci.

Pardon.
Sir Thomas Eustick.

Come, come, Sir Thomas.

People with too much money
are invariably unhappy.

They have no time to enjoy themselves.

No! If you touch a penny of it,
I'll hang you, do you hear me?

Hang for a penny, hang for a pound.

If you please.

Gentlemen, do not wait
to be urged, disgorge.

Disgorge!

May I ask you, sir, what induced
a French gentleman to turn into a pirate?

- Mister...
- Killigrew.

Monsieur Killigrew,
there's a certain beauty in the world,

something just beyond our fingers' ends,
which we all desire but very few achieve.

Where you look for yours,
Mr. Killigrew, I do not know.

But mine I have found at last as a pirate.

You cruel scoundrel.

Of all the confounded cheek.

And now, gentlemen,
I wish to return to my ship.

But I do not want you
too close upon my heels.

I must ask you, therefore, to allow my men
to escort you upstairs and lock you in.

No! By thunder, no!
You've made game of us enough!

I am sorry, gentlemen, but I must insist.

Lady St. Columb, would you be
good enough to go into the salon?

- You!
- Sir Harry!

That's a very fine emerald.

Not a single flaw,

which is rare in an emerald.

However,
I owe you something for your hospitality.

- Good luck, Frenchman.
- Thank you, Mr. Killigrew.

Her Ladyship and I will now
discuss the affairs of the day.

Why are you so reckless?

Don't you know the woods
and hills are black with men?

- Yes.
- Why are you here then?

Because I had not kissed you
for nearly 24 hours.

The gentlemen are attended to.
Our men have left for the rendezvous.

Very well, William.

I want you to go to the cottage
of your friend, the Tregarth cottage,

and there await her Ladyship's orders
until all danger has passed.

I understand.

What are you going to do?

This morning, when William
brought me the news

that you were alone no longer,

I realized that our make believe was over,

and that the creek was our haven no more.

My ship must sail, Dona.

And although she will be free,

I will remain captive.

I am bound to you as you are bound to me.

All that you feel, I feel.

Every thought, every wish,
every changing mood.

It's too late. There's nothing we can do.
You've told me so yourself.

I told you that last
night when we were together

and the morning was many hours away.

At those times, a man can afford
to shrug his shoulders at the future,

because he holds the present in his arms.

I have loved you, Dona.

I have loved you in almost every moment.

But mostly, I think,
when you threw yourself down

on the deck of the Merry Fortune
in Pierre Blanc's britches,

with blood in your face,
and I looked at you and laughed,

and a bullet whistled over your head.

What is the answer?

It is still the same.

You are Dona St. Columb,

wife of an English baronet,

mother of two children.

And I am a rebel and an outlaw.

If there is an answer, Dona,
you must make it,

not I.

Should you choose to remain here
with your husband and children,

nothing has happened
in our adventure together

that would make
your life with them a pretense.

But if you choose otherwise,

with luck, we should
be off Coverack by sunrise.

I will wait for you there.

I see that your jewels
have been returned to you.

What did you give for them, may I ask?

We are very serious, Rockingham.

I should have thought this evening's jest
would have amused you.

You're right. It has amused me.

And when I found
that the jesters had bungled my ropes,

and I was able to squirm loose
and get out through the window,

I was prodigiously amused.

You might have freed Harry and the others.

But I have.

They slipped out very quietly
through my window...

On the heels of the pirate jesters.

That too I find amusing.

Why didn't you join them then?

Because there is one thing
that does not amuse me.

That Dona St. Columb

should look at the leader
of the jesters in the way she did,

in a way that could mean one thing only.

That she loves him.

And so?

And so?

I understand much that has puzzled me
since I came here yesterday.

That servant of yours.

Those walks in the woods.

That illusive look in your eye
that I've never seen before.

Yes, indeed,

illusive to me...

To Harry,

to all men but one man,
and I've seen that man tonight.

Well,

do you deny it?

To you I deny nothing.

You know, of course,
that you could be imprisoned

and possibly hanged for this,
should the truth come out.

Not a very pleasant ending
for Dona St. Columb.

You've never been inside a jail, have you?

You've never smelled
the heat and the filth.

You've never tasted the black bread
or drunk the thick water,

and the feeling of a rope about your neck
as it tightens and chokes you.

How would you like that, my dear Dona?

All this, my dear Rockingham,
because you imagine I smiled at a pirate

when he asked for my jewels.

You lie.

You smiled at a pirate,
but not because he asked for your jewels.

Very well then, tell Godolphin,
tell Rashleigh, tell Harry even.

They will say that you are mad.

Possibly with your Frenchman
on the high seas and you at Navron house.

But supposing we catch your Frenchman
and bring him back here

and play with him a little as they used
to play with prisoners 100 years ago,

with you looking on, Dona?

I think you'd give yourself away.

It amuses you to be dramatic,

but the days of the rack
and thumbscrew are over.

But pirates are hanged, drawn and quartered
and with them, their accomplices.

All right, then, if you believe
me an accomplice, do as you like.

Get the gentlemen. Get the soldiers.

When you've caught your pirate,

you can hang us side by side
from the same tree.

Yes, you'd suffer that,
wouldn't you, and be glad...

Because you've had at last
the love you've wanted all your life.

Isn't that true?

Yes, it is true.

I could kill you for it.

If you hadn't left London
and come down here,

it would have been me.

No, Rockingham. Never!

Don't cry, Jamie.

Don't cry.

It's all right, Jamie.
It's all right, my darling.

It's all right.

Capture them!

I hold!

I don't!

Sir Harry.

Come on, quick!

- Get behind him!
- Tie him down!

I shall regret
having to kill you, Sir Harry.

Gentlemen, one at a time,
but not all against one.

- You think we'll fight you as a gentlemen?
- Pirate you be!

- Paltry thief!
- Run him through!

No! Take him alive.

My Lord.

We shall hang you slowly
from a very tall tree,

and I shall enjoy every moment of it.

Hang me?

Perhaps.

Rock.

Rock.

Dona.

It's Rock.

I found him down there. He's dead.

That Frenchman killed him.
What happened, Dona?

You were with him
there in the salon, weren't you?

He gave me back my jewels

and he went.

He must have come back, and he killed Rock.

Well, he'll pay for it. I promise you that.
We've got him, you know.

We've got the blasted fellow.

What are you saying?

The Frenchmen.

The ship is gone and the rest of the crew,
but we've got him.

Is he wounded?

No. He'll hang without a scratch
and know what it feels like.

Where have they got him?

Godolphin has him in his keep.

We'll hang him tomorrow at daybreak.

Tomorrow?

If they don't burn him alive
when they find out that he's killed Rock.

I killed Rockingham.

Dona!

I killed him. I had to.

Dona...

You're jesting?

I warned you to keep him away from me.

When he found he couldn't have me, he...
He hated me and wanted to kill me.

He came after me up the stairs, and then
I took the armor from the wall and I...

Rock...

Dona,

I've been a fool.

Forgive me.

- It's too late, Harry.
- Dona, don't leave me.

Please, I beg of you. It's my fault.

Dona, don't leave me.

I'll do anything in the world
to make you happy.

Dona.

There's the children.

I'd be no use to them without you.
They need you.

Dona...

Jailer, I promised Lady St. Columb
a view of the prisoner.

Yes, my Lord.

This way, my Lord.

I'm afraid, my dear,
you've got some steps to climb.

Can't think why they didn't
build the jail on the ground floor.

Seems a lot of trouble.

Well, it amuses you to see the prisoner.
Gives me something to do.

The doctor says my son
won't be born before midnight.

I think I'd better go in first.

Stand up, can't you,
when I choose to visit you.

Do you hear what I say? Stand up.

Lady St. Columb wishes to take
one of your drawings to London

as a souvenir for his majesty.

Lady St. Columb is very welcome.

What is your favorite bird, madame?

That is something I never can decide.

Here's a seagull, but I don't think
you've given him his full plumage.

The drawing is unfinished, madame.

This particular seagull

lost one of his feathers in flight.

If you know anything about the species,
you will remember, however,

that they very seldom venture far to sea.

This particular gull, for instance,

is probably only 10 miles
from the coast at the present time.

Then you think he will return
in search of the feather he has lost?

Unquestionably, madame.

I never heard of a seagull
or any bird picking up feathers.

Have you made your choice?

My Lord Godolphin,
you should know by this time,

a woman can never make up her mind.

- That's a very nice bird.
- Yes.

I rather like the heron,
but I suppose you prefer the stork.

Stork! That reminds me.
They'll be wondering where I've got to.

- But I'm so sorry...
- No, I must be getting back.

- Jailer, open the door.
- Just one moment!

Come in and remain with her ladyship.

Excuse me, madam,
I must be getting back to Dr. Williams.

Certainly, my Lord.

And do remind Dr. Williams
he has a heavy responsibility.

I will, madam. I certainly will.

"Pirate."
Just a scribbler.

Dr. Williams.

His Lordship is very worried, naturally,
but there's really no need of it.

Dr. Williams is a most capable physician.

So they say, my lady.

Then he's well known here about?

His fees are well known, my lady.

Men like me couldn't afford
to meet him in the street.

I doubt I'd know him if I did.
He's a Helston man and to my knowledge,

I've never set eyes on him.

You are a married man, I suppose.

Twice, my lady.

What is your name?

Zachariah Smith, sir.

And you have children, naturally.

Naturally, my lady. Thirteen.

And another one on the way.
We don't want to be unlucky.

Zachariah Smith,

you are a very remarkable man.

How is your wife doing?

Not as well as I could wish, sir.

Then she must have Dr. Williams too.

But I'm a poor man...

But I know Dr. Williams well,
and I've never found him unreasonable.

He's a fat, jolly man,
rather foreign, not at all medical.

One might mistake him
for a gentleman's body servant.

Supposing I ask him
to come over and see you later,

when he's made a father of Lord Godolphin?

That would be about midnight.

- Don't you think, Zachariah?
- Generally, sir.

Very well, then I will
send him over tonight.

And I'm sure you two can come to terms.

As a matter of fact, if I were you,
I wouldn't mention a fee at all.

Just let things take their own course.

I will, my lady.
And obliged to you, I'm sure.

Not at all.

Now, Zachariah, I've chosen my drawing
and I'll go down with you.

Very well, my lady.

Midnight then.

Dr. Williams and his groom.

Good-bye, Frenchman.

Au revoir, lady St. Columb.

The son and heir must be about to make
his appearance, even the guards are gone.

We're in luck. Don't forget.
You're Dr. Williams, and I'm your groom.

Yes, my lady.

Better drop the "my lady," and call me Tom.

No, my lady.

My lips would not find the words.
It would be too distressing.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

Who's there?

Dr. Williams of Helston.

Come inside, sir. Come inside.

Was it a boy tonight, sir?

Yes, it was, indeed.

Robert, James, his lordship had a boy.
Sit down, Doctor. Sit down, sir.

Thank you.

What was the weight
of the boy, may I ask, sir?

The weight? Yes. Now, let me think.
The weight was three or four pounds.

Call that a boy?
That's no bigger than a shrimp.

Did I say three or four?
It was a mistake, of course.

I should have said 13 or 14.

No, now that I think,
it was 15 or 16 pounds.

Well, that's something over the odds, sir.

That lady who was here today, sir,
had great confidence in you.

- I'm glad to see that it is not misplaced.
- That lady? Yes.

She is worth 20 Lady Godolphins,
unless I am mistaken.

And between you and me
and the 12 apostles, sir,

that Frenchman up there
is a finer figure of a man

than some who intend to hang him.

Really?

I am most interested to meet the man.

After all I've heard by all reports
a very desperate person.

The country will be well rid of him.

He's sleeping now, I suppose.

That is, of course,
if a man can sleep on his last night.

Lord bless you. No, sir.
He's up there smiling and smoking

and covering sheets of paper with birds.

It's irregular, sir, but if you've a humor
to see him, come along.

Thank you.

Afterwards, I will be pleased
to prescribe for your wife without fee.

- You understand?
- Thank you, Doctor.

Indeed, sir, you're not
the man we took you for.

Indeed I am not, as you will discover.

- Is Dr. Williams here?
- What do you want with him?

They've sent word from the house.
Her ladyship's been taken worse.

I shouldn't wonder. I'll call him.

Zachariah! They want
the doctor up at the house!

Hey! What are you doing?

Zachariah!

- Dona, where are you?
- Here.

- William! Quick!
- Coming, monsieur!

Open the door.

Zachariah!

It's the doctor going home.

- This is perfect.
- What are you going to do?

Halt!

Who are you? What do you want?

Did you give His Lordship an heir
and is he pleased?

Pleased my foot. It's twin girls.
I want my supper. Take your hands away.

Get in, William.

Dr. Williams, meet Dr. Williams.

La Mouette keeps her rendezvous.
They're coming in for us.

If the breeze is steady,

William will see Brittany tonight.
And home.

There's a house there in Finisterre,

which means "The land's end".

It's on a jagged piece of rock that runs
out into the Atlantic towards the Americas.

Your house and mine, my Dona.

How...

How can I tell you?

Your children?

Yes.

That night you'd gone,

my son James awoke and cried.

And I knew then...

I knew then that a man may be free,
if at all costs, he will,

but a woman can only
escape for a night and a day.

Then the answer is still the same.

I love you.

I shall always love you.

Dona, you belong to me.

Why can't we have our happiness?

I shall be happy in you until I die.

Your boy may follow the sea one day.

If he does,

tell him of La Mouette...

And a pirate who escaped,

a pirate who loved the sea
more than anything in the world

until he found you.