All language subtitles for Jamestown S03E03 Episode 3.track2

I've seen how you look upon her.

It is not enough to desire such
a beauty, she must be tamed.

If you give me boys to work on my farm,

they will teach them magic such as this.

When Governor Yeardley
stepped out of his house,

carrying Secretary Farlow's head,

Wilmus Crabtree slipped into
Yeardley's house quiet as a mouse.

Do you know who took the
Secretary's head to Master Read?

It was our Governor himself.

Everyday the Governor's
face grows darker.

I will cut the life out of him.

Little Tamlin, before you
can do battle with monsters,

you must learn how to defeat a man.

Hey.

Hey, I'll teach you how
to conquer your foes, huh?

You're the bravest and strongest warrior

in all of Virginia.

Ugh!

So, do you want to fight like Pedro?

- I do. Hm.
- How fast?

You must always be ready.

Tomorrow I will teach you how
to make your enemies believe

you have no pity. Come.

Maria, did you speak to your ancestors

- as I instructed you to?
- Governor, this woman

has confessed to me that
she has let childish dreams

take hold of her. So
she imagines she can

see what is to come. It is nothing
but weeds in her mind's eyes...

Pedro, is this how you
love your master, hm?

That you would peddle
me such ripe fables?

I am done with your insolence.

I have gained more land
by the river to farm.

And you will go there,

without Maria, to live and work.

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The deer always come to this place.

I will cook plenty for the festivities.

Dear Christopher, does
Letty write to you often?

I have only the one letter, which
she gave to me on my parting.

Oh, how pitiful. I'm sure
it quickens your blood

- with the most amorous sense.
- It is a most affectionate note.

Henry Sharrow must have
dropped it here as his child lay.

I will have to face him.

Cannot live my life
avoiding his condemnation.

Why do you seek forgiveness
from a brute such as him?

He is a father cut open with grief.

Christopher, you've travelled across
the ocean with Master Crabtree.

What did you conceive of him?

Hm.

Master Crabtree is the
name on every tongue.

You're the second person to
ask about him this very morning.

- Who else sought information?
- Marshall Redwick.

And what did he want to know?

"Could Crabtree name any
company memories allies?

He pry about the
Governor and his riches."

And what did you tell him?

This, I did not confide in the Marshall.

There was an incident
before we departed England.

A man boarded the ship to sail with us.

He recognised Crabtree.

This did not please the factor.

Before we pulled anchor,
this man returned to shore.

Abandoned his intention to travel.

- Why so?
- I do not know.

Only the Crabtree showed a ring to him.

A ring?

Marshall Redwick, sir, if
you're playing St George

in the upcoming pageant,
who'll play the maid?

- I only know it will not be you.
- Come along, child.

You might return the
babe's toy to Henry Sharrow.

What have you there, sir?

A gentleman who knows
God better than we two.

And no one in Jamestown has
yet named to me the wrongs

that Secretary did to
deserve the Governor's rage.

Well, perhaps you already know.

I saw you stealing
through the Governor's door

the night that his axe severed
this head from its neck.

A man lies headless,

and beside his body is this.

Do you suppose it might spell the
reason for the Governor's rage?

- My reading's not best in daylight.
- It is a promissory note.

A payment of a generous sum from
the widow to Secretary Farlow.

Were these two known to
have profitable dealings?

- If they did, it was secret.
- But uncovered by Yeardley.

And what might a respected factor

and venerated imparter
of fine furnishings

be so intrigued by such matters?

You have fathomed me for more
than a merchant, Master Read.

Why is that?

Consider that it might be
because I allowed you to.

I believe that Maria is
truly trying to aid you.

Do not send Pedro away.
It will silence Maria more.

Redwick claims that
the hook-backed fiend

is a company agent,
send here to spy on us.

I will be damned if my own Negro

denies me vital perception at this hour.

Let's see if life without Maria
teaches Pedro obedience.

Pedro.

Pedro.

He wishes, sir, for your
permission to sharpen his axe.

My dagger needs an edge.

Do it for me.

Master Sharrow, sir,

I brought Virginia's toy.

I thought perhaps you might wish
for it to remember the babe by.

Virginia loved the dirt.

That's what made her a true Sharrow.

The earth is what will
keep that child in my heart.

Keep it. For your... For your own babes.

You do look handsome
with your hat on, Pepper.

I want a woman I can marry.

Sharrows, we need family.

Their farms need children,
this whole new world,

it needs to grow and prosper and...

And I will seek a wife from England.

Perhaps we might speak
about our love tomorrow.

- Or another day.
- I'm speaking about it today.

So, I won't see you no more?

That's what I want.

Master Crabtree, what
more flattering gift

might a man give a woman
than a looking glass?

How might I thank you?

Oh, but let my eyes feast
upon this wonder of beauty.

Forgive my intrusion, please.

But were you now in
England, every man breathing

would fall at your feet.

Wilmus Crabtree,

respected and venerated factor.

Do blackamoors walk
free in England, sir?

Is that our Governor's
brand upon your fine face?

I ran away.

Now there can be no
mistaking who owns you.

Your heart seems to fly, sir.

It is no cause for your dander, madam,
every man's eyes in Jamestown

are fixed upon you for their feasting.

Every man except one.

You know mariners, Verity.

Ships' captains come here to drink
before their ships sail to England.

What is it you're saying, Maria?

She wishes to stow away in the hold

and she wishes you to help her do it.

I might be a woman same as others there.

Do you suppose you could just
walk onto a ship and hide, hm?

They will catch you.

They will catch you and
everything would be worse.

The Governor says Pedro must go
to work on a farm up the river.

I will never see him more.

If we stay here,
Pedro will kill Yeardley.

It is coming as surely as sundown.

- Will you help me?
- No.

I won't.

Do you miss Alice plenty, my pet?

Wouldn't it be hardship if another
friend took to the ocean?

Do you suppose I would
prevent Maria from escaping

for the sake of my own feelings, huh?

She ain't got the means
to pay no mariners.

Then answer me this.

If it were you, would you go?

Yes, I would go. Of course, I would go.

Take all the risks.

Damn you, Rutter. You
only find your goodness

when you would steal mine.

I will speak to the
captain of the Golden Lion.

Rogue even in his snores.

He'll take a runaway if there
is benefit in it for him.

Mercy just kicked a pig.

Dear Governor, I have
the most beneficial news.

As I took my horse out
for air in Blackwood,

I stumbled upon the strangest
sight and the happiest coincidence.

Pamunkey boys in some painted ritual.

- Pamunkey?
- That man, Chacrow.

Since we had stumbled
upon the opportunity,

I broached with him the possibility

of our offering learning to the naturals

in exchange for farm labour.

You do not even hope that I
would believe this happenstance,

do you, Jocelyn?

No chain can contain you.

No logic can stop you. And
no threat can thwart you.

Sir, I do it only to regain your favour

after I so sorely betrayed your trust.

I obeyed your instruction to the letter.

I did not approach the king.

There can only be benefit.

What matters most is the
conversion of the naturals.

Sir?

My mistress has declared you
are to dine with her tonight.

Ain't there lots of ships keep coming?

- And so many ships going.
- Always bringing more people.

Ain't there enough
now? There's too many.

And them that come is fat or toady,

and bent or raggled or smells.

Mercy, what has become of you?

Likes of her coming here.

Don't she look the
lazy sort to you, Maria?

And her feet don't walk right neither.

I used to curse the ships.

They brought me here.

Now, I love to see them.

I watch them sail away,

and my eyes follow them
until they are no more.

And I whisper to them,

"Come back. Come back."

And they always come back.

Another ship,

- another ship.
- Another ship.

Another ship.

Maria, come away now.

Maria,

I know that you owe
no love to my husband.

When I met him,

he was a young soldier
made of modest courage,

and the truest aspirations.

My dearest hope, Maria, is
that these visions of yours

might teach his better
self to him again.

Please, I implore you.

Seek again the voices that spoke to you.

If I please the Governor,

you will not send Pedro
to work along the river?

We might try.

Are you here to face me?

- That was my intention, yes.
- Then, face me.

I decided

to bring my child to
you for English medicine.

That is why she died.

I'll bear the blame.

And that is why I will not harm you.

Yet you were quick

to inform Yeardley of tales of my...

brother's dealing with the Pamunkey.

You'll never be a friend
of the Sharrows, Doctor.

I wish to serve the
colony, not the governor.

Hup! Hup!

Hello.

Winganuske will come back to you.

If that is what she wishes.

She will give you another child.

Please, tell her...

Tell her I will make
the house ready for her.

I'll be a good husband.

Chacrow, I owe you my thanks.

Will you take a message to my brother?

"Do no harm. Wait."

He'll know what I mean.

I will bring Winganuske to you...

... when she is ready.

It's too late for dinner now.
Master Crabtree ain't coming.

You might as well eat or else go to bed.

Oh, it is you, boy.

- What are you doing here?
- That do smell good.

Let me have a piece
of that pie, won't you?

Get away, child. Have I not warned
you, you're not welcome near me?

I'll tell you something worth
knowing if you give me a bite.

- What could you know?
- The Negroes is going

to stow away in a ship

when the St George feast
is happening, they are.

Give the boy the food, Mercy.

Tell not to a soul what you have told us

and there will be more
treats for you, Little Tam.

Maria, come.

Do not offend our ancestors
by asking them to do

- Yeardley's bidding.
- I do not do it

for that cruel madman.

I do it for you.

I did not ask them to show
me Yeardley in my visions.

I live in fear that I
will see you killing him.

- Maria...
- That is why, Pedro,

I have found a way that
we can hide on a ship

to take us to England.

We will go on the day of the feast.

I will not go to England.

This way we can be together.

Isn't that what you want?

You have decided all of this, Maria.

You have arranged all of this

without speaking to
me to see what I say.

Will your pride let you stay here

when you know what will become of us?

Ahh...

Look.

They came here with us.
They suffer as we do.

If we escape, they
will be punished for it.

They will be put into
chains. They will be lashed.

These people trust me.

You might have a man on that
ship but it will not be Pedro.

No.

I can see the true reason you refuse.

You want it more than you love me.

You want to kill Yeardley.

Pedro, say goodbye to Maria.

We'll travel to the new land
where you will live and work.

Hey, we're fine.

Pedro!

There'll be farms and plantations

that stretch as far
as the eye might see.

Whatever England says now,

your people will come
here to work the land.

Maria sees beyond time.

God speaks to Maria because he
wants to offer me protection,

but you, Pedro, you refuse me.

I love to hunt here.

Perhaps I might enjoy
a kill while we travel.

Oh, no, no. Governor, step back.

Governor!

I've never told tales
on my mistress before.

Well, only the once
and that was a mistake.

Are you about to trot
out some gossip, girl?

It ain't gossip. I don't know
why I'm telling you, but I am.

Well, you ain't told me nothing yet.

Young Tam, he told my mistress
that Pedro and Maria's planning

to smuggle themselves
on the ship to England.

Tam did that?

- Told Mistress Castell?
- For a slice of pie, he did.

And now she's wrote a letter.

Tam!

Don't you run away. Don't you run, boy.

Come here!

Come here to me!

- I know what you did, boy.
- I never done it.

Ain't those people been good to you?

Wasn't Pedro? Wasn't Pedro kind to you?

- Taught you how to fight.
- All I did was tell a tale.

And those people close to me.

And... And does no...

Does nothing human matter to you?

Why should I ever care?

What are you weeping for?

Ain't no need for weeping.

Stop weeping.

- I don't like it.
- Don't you know...

you can't just betray folk
when it pleases you, huh?

I will teach you what is right.

It breaks my heart doing it.

Oh, what are we to do now?

- Whoa, whoa.
- Carry him to my apothecary.

- What happened, Pedro?
- Was he attacked?

The Governor fell into a bear trap.

This brave man saved my life.

Oh, how Pedro loves his master.

- Yeah, well done, Pedro.
- Well done.

Well done.

Well done, boy.

What have I done?

That same man I planned to kill,

- I saved him.
- Hush, Pedro.

Such words will earn you the rope.

- Why did I do it?
- Oh, it's only your better self

- taking pity on a dying man.
- No.

It was like I did not
have the freedom to choose.

Perhaps our governor has
conquered your spirit to the bone,

so that all your instincts
seek to serve him. Hm?

I am not so weak I would
submit to that beast!

Pedro! It was only a
good heart made you do it.

Oh, what has this place done to me?

What has become of Pedro?

I am lost.

I'm lost.

Would the naturals dare
to set a trap for you, sir?

It was not a Pamunkey trap.

It was English-made. I was
lured to the place that I fell.

Silas Sharrow.

He would not dare commit such a crime

and without Opechancanough's authority.

Dear Governor, if ever
there was a moment

that require politics, it is this.

Do you pronounce to be an expert

of our conflict with the
naturals now, widow?

Let us take the charge to them
that they harbour our enemy.

Dear governor, I can tell you
Opechancanough's answer

without you having to so
much as mount your horse.

It was a trap laid for a
bear. It was an accident.

What else are the naturals going to say?

Then let us hear what
it is that you propose.

You, sir, are to perform the
great feats of the martyred saint.

We will send a message to
invite the naturals to witness

George slaying the dragon.
Suppose we use this pageant

to show the naturals a
picture of our greatness.

She's written a letter, James.

Carries Maria and Pedro's
secret intentions in it.

I knew that you were fond of trickery.

And that's forgivable
in a woman so wronged.

But you forfeit all pity when
you desire the life of the sty.

I warned you to turn aside from
the infections of Jamestown,

but instead you fester in them.

Do not suppose that you know me

because you witnessed me
laughing with Yeardley.

I've been told that you
learned that Maria and Pedro

seek to escape on a ship. Tell
me what's in the letter you wrote.

Oh, James Read,

George is not the only
saint in this town.

Wait here.

I must trust that you
will read that to me truly.

I want to know what is
the size of your heart.

It is a letter to my
sister who lives in England.

"My dearest Elizabeth, you
will do me the greatest service

if you should give shelter to
the bearers of this message."

Should I read on?

Perhaps you could pass
it to Pedro and Maria?

Wilmus Crabtree has his
hands on the promissory note

that you wrote for Secretary Farlow.

He considers it proof
of your corruption.

Pedro, every man and every woman here,

I asked them.

Every voice calls for
us to go on the ship.

They love you, Pedro.

They respect you like
they respect no other man.

Will you listen to their wishes?

They would dream of us, so far away,

and they will believe what is possible.

Oh, Maria.

We will go to England.

Hurrah!

Attack!

- Come on.
- Who wear the feathered snake,

he will call chaos into your town.

Go on!

Master Crabtree, I thought
perhaps you must be sick.

You failed to arrive for
our dinner appointment.

Why would a woman who is
so wondrously beautiful

wish to visit intimately with
the like of Wilmus Crabtree?

Is it because she perceived
charms in his pox-eaten face

that no other woman has ever witnessed?

I wish to know your company better.

That is all.

Psst.

This is the story of
England's greatness!

Take this report to your king.

And if you give shelter

to the man who would kill
the governor of Virginia,

then there will never
be peace between us.

You advise Opechancanough that
he must banish Silas Sharrow...

... or we will be eternal enemies.

Come.

- Give it here.
- Hey, where's Pedro?

You will see how he
treasures his master.

Where's Pedro? I must honour
this true servant of mine.

He'll be the one to raise the flag.

Where's Pedro?

You must return to the feast.

The Governor is seeking Pedro,
that he might be the one

to raise the flag. You'll
be found if you stay here.

Some mariner will betray
you before the ship sails.

I am truly sorry, Maria.

I will return to him,

but not bend with defeat.

I will speak my thoughts

and he will hear them.

Let us see who obeys.

This honour, I give to
you, my princely servant.

You will lift the emblem of St George,

so that it flies over us, always.

A mark of England's mission here.

Hoist the holy banner, Pedro.

Have I not told you what to do, Pedro?

Pedro.

You wish to honour me, Governor?

It is only one thing I want.

- Raise the flag, Pedro!
- I want to remain here.

With Maria.

Raise the flag.

The man who saved your
life only wants one thing.

Will you grant that to me?

Raise the flag,

and you may stay on my
farm with your woman.

I still wish to know
your company better.

I will not seek to deceive you.

I suspect, well enough, why
you are here in Jamestown.

I fear, well enough, what it is

you have discovered about
me since you've been here.

We will be friends, sir,

you and I.

I wish for you to know me
more that you might appreciate

my predicament, my motives,

my truest nature.

How might I earn your trust, Wilmus?

From this day, we will call it
what it is. We are his slaves.

I was wounded at war, sir.
Your wounds are of the womb.

There lies our destinies, too.

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

Family comes before
everything for us Sharrows.

I want my brother returned to our farm.

My pa was a drunk like this.

And the cruellest tongue
of the devil itself.

But he paid for it, and so
will you, Meredith Rutter.

I swear.

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