(bright upbeat music) (dramatic music) (gentle music) (dramatic music) (gentle music) (dramatic music) (gentle music) (dramatic music) (water rumbling) (wind howling) (dramatic music) (water rumbling) >> Man 1: Can you make out the beacon light?

>> Man 2: Not yet!

>> Man 1: About time we came up with it.

>> Man 2: Look to starboard!

>> Man 1: Where?

>> Man 2: I've lost it.

It's gone.

Did you see it?

>> Man 1: No.

Nothing there!

(boat crashes) >> Argh!

>> Man 3: Argh!

>> Tell 'em to make sure no one gets clear of the wreck!

No one, do you hear me?

(indistinct chatter) >> That's all!

Load up the horses!

Carry the rest yourselves!

Come on!

(indistinct chatter) Get the stuff up to the inn!

Come on!

Come along now!

You're sure no one got away?

>> You can reckon on that, Joss.

>> Aye, you can reckon on that.

Joss!

>> Man 4: Help!

>> I told you to make certain, you fool!

Can't you use your eyes?

Do you want the lot of us to swing?

(screaming) (whistling) >> I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.

That place gives me the creeps.

>> Eh?

>> That place.

Jamaica Inn.

It's got a bad name.

It's not healthy, that's why.

There's queer things goes on there.

Queer things.

I won't stop there, not if she were to offer me double fare.

>> Is Jamaica Inn on this road?

>> Yes.

>> Mary: How much further is Jamaica Inn?

>> Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Gee up!

>> Why are we going so fast?

What's happened?

Have the horses bolted?

>> Both: It's Jamaica Inn.

>> But this is where I want to get out.

Hi, coachman!

Why don't you stop?

I want to get out!

Coachman, listen to me, you fool!

Pull up at once!

Why don't you stop, you fool?

Stop, I tell you!

>> Whoa!

>> Why didn't you stop?

Are you deaf?

I've been shouting myself silly.

You've taken me past Jamaica Inn.

Turn around and take me back at once.

>> You'd better try Squire Pengallan's instead.

They say he's partial to young women.

Here's your box.

Gee up!

>> Man 5: I think we owe a toast to Sir Humphrey.

>> Sir Humphrey.

>> Eh?

What?

Jove, yes.

Pengallan.

>> Thank you.

Might have asked you to drink the health of his brand-new Majesty George IV, but I forgot.

Fact is, I haven't been on speaking terms for years with the fat fool.

>> You were much in his company at one time, I think, Sir Humphrey.

>> Yes.

When Charlie Fox and Sheridan would be there with him in the Pavilion at Brighton.

In those days he was still a gentleman.

Now he's nothing but a painted bag of maraschino and plum pudding (indistinct) >> Last summer we made a tour of the lakes.

Which lake do you admire the most, Sir Humphrey?

>> Chadwick!

Which lake did I admire the most?

>> Windermere, sir.

>> Windermere.

>> It is very beautiful.

Why not a toast to beauty, Sir Humphrey?

>> Why not?

Chadwick, my figurine.

I need inspiration, by gad.

Oh, there's beauty.

>> But it's not alive.

>> It's more alive than half the people here.

Look at them, what?

You want to see beauty alive?

Chadwick!

Ask Sam how long Nancy's going to be.

>> Nancy?

>> The most beautiful creature west of Exeter.

>> (indistinct) and that's why he stays here and never comes to London any more.

He keeps a girl here, the monster.

>> Then I would prefer not to make her acquaintance.

>> No.

I'm curious.

>> Yes, by Jove.

Have her in, Pengallan.

>> Here she is.

My exquisite Nancy.

(horse whinnies) (indistinct chatter) Brought me in 100 guineas yesterday.

Ran away with the Bodmin Steeplechase, didn't you, my dear?

Chadwick, what's that?

>> Chadwick: It's a woman, sir.

>> Don't argue with your women when I'm entertaining company.

>> Mary: I tell you, the coachman left me stranded.

Ask your master to lend me a horse and trap.

>> Let's have a look at her.

Ringwood, bet you 20-1 in guineas she's ugly.

>> I'll take you.

>> Would you oblige me by taking off that coat for a moment?

>> Why should I?

>> I have a wager here.

Always respect a wager.

Would you allow me?

But you're an exquisite shape, too.

My dear, you're a beauty.

Ringwood!

You've won.

Here!

>> Ringwood: Look, here.

I say, my bet, you know.

>> She walks in beauty like the night.

Of cloudless climes and starry skies, hmm?

And all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes.

>> Thank you, sir, but I didn't come for poetry, but for a horse.

>> A horse?

Being worthy of Lord Byron's poetry, you shall have the horse.

My name is Sir Humphrey Pengallan.

I'm squire of Pengallan and justice of the peace.

>> I'm Mary Yellan from Ireland.

>> And you're going where?

>> To Jamaica Inn.

>> To Jamaica Inn?

You can't go there.

>> Why not?

>> Sam!

This young lady wants to know why she can't go to Jamaica Inn, will you tell her?

>> Ooh, very rough there, miss.

No place for a young lady.

>> See, even Sam knows that.

No, you better stay here.

>> No, of course not.

I've come all the way from Ireland alone, because I've nobody there now.

>> Your parents?

>> I'm going to Jamaica Inn, because my Aunt Patience is there.

What a lovely horse.

>> Yes.

Could you ride her?

>> Yes, of course.

I've been riding since I was a child.

>> Well, you shall ride her to the inn.

>> Thank you, but I've got a box outside.

>> Oh, um...

I'll take the box and conduct you myself to your relative.

Sam, saddle the bay as well.

Chadwick!

Chadwick, this is Miss Mary Yellan who's going to Jamaica Inn.

>> So she said, sir.

I don't understand.

>> You've never understood anything, Chadwick so why be surprised at yourself now?

Try to understand this.

Miss Yellan is my friend.

If she returns here at any time, admit her at once.

See that she has everything she requires.

>> Yes sir.

>> Give me my greatcoat and muffler.

And a thick scarf for this lady.

Pardon me.

Chadwick, I'll have some hot brandy when I come back and see that they put a warming pan in the bed.

>> Very good, Sir Humphrey.

If you'll wait a moment, miss, I'll get the scarf.

>> But I really don't need it.

(wind howling) >> If I can be of any service, please command me.

Remember, I'm Pengallan, and this is Pengallan land.

Don't forget, now.

>> No, I won't.

>> Good night, Miss Yellan.

>> Good night, Sir Humphrey.

(woman sobbing) (men laughing) (woman sobbing) >> Who's there?

What do you want?

>> Does Mrs. Patience Merlyn live here?

>> She might.

And she might not.

Depending on your business.

>> I'm her niece from Ireland.

You must have heard.

I'm coming to live with my aunt and uncle.

>> What?

What put that in your head?

Who told you so, eh?

>> That's my business.

Go and tell your master I'm here.

>> (laughs) Aren't you going to give me a kiss first?

>> You'll suffer for this when my uncle's told of it.

I'll have you turned out of here.

You'll see.

>> Oh, you wouldn't be hard on us, ma'am.

You see, your aunt would miss me.

>> Get out of my way!

>> Correct.

Entirely correct.

I'm your aunt's loving husband, your great big uncle Joss.

Come on.

>> Patience: Who's there?

>> There we are.

>> Aunt Patience.

>> Mary.

Mary, my sister's Mary.

>> You know me, then, Aunt Patience?

>> Yes, my dear, yes.

You're so like your mother.

When I heard your voice at first, I thought it was hers.

And then when I saw you, I thought for the moment- >> She said you were expecting her to stay.

>> No, Joss, no.

>> But I wrote to you telling you everything.

>> Nothing came.

You wrote... Mary, you're in black.

>> Yes.

Mother died three weeks ago today.

>> (mumbles) I'll have a drink.

>> How did it happen?

>> She hadn't been well, but she said she must leave her bed and work.

You know how mother was.

(whistling) >> Patience.

Don't stand there yappering, woman.

Get the girl's box inside.

>> Yes.

Yes, Joss.

>> Mary: No, no, Aunt Patience, let me.

>> Easy, easy.

Your new uncle's very particular.

He's not the sort to let lovely ladies spoil themselves with rough work.

He knows different, does Joss.

Lively with it, Patience, my dear.

>> I'll take this end.

>> No.

I can manage.

It isn't heavy, Mary.

Truly it doesn't matter.

>> You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

>> Mary, don't say anything.

>> I've had pretty women pay me compliments before.

Stand clear there.

There.

Our Mary's a little bit sour tonight, but, bless you, the best of us can't be sweet-tempered on an empty belly.

Fill it up for her.

>> Yes, I'll get her something to eat.

Mary, if you'll come with me.

I won't be a minute.

If you'll sit down and rest.

>> Mary: I'll set the table.

>> No, no, no, no.

You'll be tired after your long journey.

>> I'm not.

Where's the cloth and supper things?

>> Over there in the middle drawer.

(men laughing) >> It's nothing.

Only some late customers in the parlor.

They'll be going soon, no doubt.

(men laughing) >> Shut that gab!

Keep it quiet.

You see, boys, we've got a visitor.

>> Harry told us.

>> She's a neat piece from what I've seen of her.

Very neat.

>> That's all you think of, women.

Vanities of the flesh.

Following petticoats along the path to everlasting corruption.

>> Salvation's off again.

>> You can laugh now.

But you'll sing a different tune, when you're roasting in the consuming fire that's waiting for all of us.

Me included.

(whistling) >> Where are you going, Harry?

>> To pay my respects.

>> She's not partial to your sort, Harry.

>> What about me in my new lace cuffs?

>> Anything in mind that way yourself?

>> Well, I hadn't given the matter a thought, but I might.

I said I might, Harry.

>> All right, Joss.

>> Added to which, she's my wife's niece from Ireland.

>> Why didn't you say that before?

>> My business, Harry, my business.

>> I knew a girl once.

Come from Ireland.

Talked funny, she did.

Like a foreigner.

But it was all right.

>> I'm not what you expected, am I?

>> I was only a child when you went away, Aunt Patience.

I can only just remember you that's all.

>> Patience: And what was I like then?

>> You were beautiful.

>> Was I?

Yes, I suppose I was.

No doubt your mother has told you all about me.

You're thinking I'm paid out for leaving home, for running away.

Well, you're wrong.

Joss has been a good husband to me.

There's nothing I'd change even if I could.

>> It's hard work and it's risky work.

It's work we'll rot in chains for one day.

All in a neat row.

And what do we get out of it?

Next to nothing.

Why, a man's share doesn't come to enough to hold body and soul together.

That last wreck didn't bring in what it should have.

That's what I say.

>> That's what you say.

>> No, that's what Sydney said.

>> So, you've been yapping, eh?

>> No, no, Mr. Merlyn, I assure you.

>> Showing off your arithmetic, eh?

Doing pretty sums for poor lads that can't read nor reckon.

You're out to list the goods, not set a price on them.

>> Just a minute, Joss.

I told him the last haul didn't fetch 1/4 of what it should have done.

>> You did, eh?

>> Reckoning by our share of it, maybe you're not getting the right price for the stuff.

Maybe there's a leak somewhere.

(harry whistles) >> You're looking thoughtful, Harry.

Perhaps you'll give us the benefit of your sentiments.

If any.

About this leak, I think the word is, if you've a notion in your mind, Harry, don't be bashful.

Spit it out.

We'd be glad to listen.

>> I wouldn't know about that, Joss.

>> Well, perhaps I would.

Supposing there is a leak.

And supposing it happens before the goods get to the inn, do you follow me?

Some absent-minded chap might mislay a piece or two, in a manner of speaking, on the way up from the wreck.

Have you ever thought of that?

How long have you been with me, Harry?

>> A matter of five years, Joss.

>> Salvation?

>> We've been lost souls together for two years and seven months, Joss.

>> Joss: Sydney?

>> Almost two and a half years, Mr. Merlyn.

>> Dandy?

>> Let's see, now.

I was carrying on with a bit in Penzance around that time.

Here she is.

Annie.

That makes it four years, Joss.

>> And you?

I'll tell them for you.

Mr. Trehearne has been with us the enormous time of two months.

Eight weeks.

56 days.

How's that for arithmetic?

What do you say to that, Mr. Trehearne?

>> Patience: Joss.

>> Joss: Clear out!

>> Joss, please.

(indistinct chatter) >> Why, what's wrong?

>> Joss, Mary's just told me, she came to the inn with Squire Pengallan.

He asked her why she was coming here and about us.

And, seeing he's a magistrate, I thought... Joss, you don't think he's found out anything?

>> What's this about Sir Humphrey, eh?

How did you come to meet him?

>> Why, I called on him.

The coach took me a long way past here.

So I went to the house for help.

Sir Humphrey was very kind and most obliging.

He knows how to behave towards a woman.

He even lent me a horse to ride here.

One that won him 100 guineas in the county steeplechase.

>> We didn't get the haul we hoped for tonight, sir.

There was a full gale blowing down there and the ship broke clean in two, sir.

>> Get a pair of scissors, Merlyn.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Why did you leave this blood on?

What do you think we're conducting?

A slaughterhouse?

Cut it off.

>> There were so many tumbling in.

It was (indistinct) butcher's work.

>> Well what have they to live for, poor scum?

You were right to put them out of their misery.

Look at this exquisite stuff.

Worth the miserable lives of 100 rum-rotten sailors.

Perfection of its own kind.

That's all that matters, Merlyn.

Whatever is perfect of its kind.

I'd transport all the riffraff in Bristol to Botany Bay to save one beautiful woman a single headache.

Something you don't understand.

Never will.

Because you're neither a philosopher nor a gentleman.

>> No.

>> But you made certain, no survivors?

>> Certain sure, sir.

I'm sorry about that girl Mary, sir.

We didn't know she was coming.

But she'll be no harm.

I'll get her away (indistinct) first thing in the morning.

>> Make up the fire.

It's cold in here.

Get me a drink.

>> Yes, sir.

I didn't expect you so soon, sir, before I'd put the light in the window.

>> A man's a fool to stir out on a night like this.

>> Taking a bit of a risk, wasn't it, coming here before they got Patience and the men out of the way?

>> Everything's a risk.

This girl, Mary, not without character.

A mind of her own.

>> Oh, you leave her to me, sir.

I'll manage her, just as I manage my Patience.

Have you looked at the stuff (indistinct)?

>> I don't see any resemblance to your wife.

>> Maybe not, but my Patience was a bit of a beauty when I married her.

Why, I remember... >> This won't do, Merlyn.

It's not enough.

>> No, sir, it's not quite what we looked for.

Better luck next time, eh, Sir Humphrey?

We could do with it.

The men are getting a bit impatient.

I can deal with them all right, but they're asking where the money goes.

They say they want more.

>> What for?

Rot their innards out sooner with the blue ruin you sell 'em?

Listen, Merlyn.

I want more.

I know what to do with money when I have it.

That's why I must have it.

Do you understand I must have it?

>> Joss: Yes, sir.

>> Anything more this week while the weather still holds?

Perhaps tomorrow (indistinct) I've been thinking about your wife's niece, Merlyn.

It seems a pity to bundle her off before she's seen anything of the county.

I've nothing against her stopping.

Provided, of course, she's kept out of the way.

(indistinct chatter) >> Up to your rooms, both of you.

Patience, take her supper upstairs.

>> Now, try and sleep, dear.

You must be tired.

Good night.

>> Look at that.

>> Ooh, how much?

>> You was right, Joss.

See that?

Best part of fifteen pound in gold.

>> What did I tell you?

You've got yourself in a pretty mess, Mr. Trehearne.

What have you got to say?

>> Get me a drink.

Choking gives you a thirst.

>> Thomas, I'm sure you'll oblige the gentleman.

Seems I'm a good guesser, Mr. Trehearne.

How did you get it?

>> Saved.

>> You mean, you've been selling stuff on the side.

I'm ashamed of you, Mr. Trehearne.

That's what I am.

Taking the bread out of the mouths of your pals.

There's your leak.

>> Not true.

He's making fools of the lot of you.

Where do you think the stuff goes?

Who gets rid of it?

Do you think Joss is in this by himself?

Well, go on, ask him!

Ask him who!

>> Dandy: That was a cosh.

Clean out.

The dirty thief.

>> He asked for it all right.

>> He done us.

We do him.

>> What are we all waiting for?

(Harry whistles) Try the other room.

See if you can find me a nice beam.

About six foot two off the floor.

Go on.

>> Joss: Hold on.

I'll see if the women are out of the way.

Don't want a lot of squawking.

>> Hurry up.

>> It's a new chap, Trehearne.

They found this gold on him.

>> Know anything about him?

>> Well, he came from St. Ives a couple of months ago, recommended by a pal.

>> You can't just kick him out.

That's obvious.

>> He might talk.

The men want to string him up tonight.

>> Really?

That's a trifle formal, isn't it?

Pistol.

Oh, no.

Too noisy.

Of course, you wouldn't want to alarm your wife's niece.

I suppose it's as good a way as any.

>> Right.

>> No need for you to go.

Tell 'em.

I haven't finished talking to you.

>> Harry?

>> Yes?

>> Get on with it.

I'll be down in a minute.

>> All right.

>> Come on, Salvation.

Look sharp.

Stand back, the rest of you!

We don't want any gawpers here.

>> This is private, see.

If you want a public hanging, Syd, you won't have to wait long.

And you'll get a fine view of it from the best position.

Inside the rope.

(laughing) >> Harry: You're not old enough yet.

>> What about Joss?

>> He says to get it over.

>> Is this the place, Harry?

>> That's it.

Plenty of clearance.

Anything worth doing, I say, is worth doing proper.

(Harry whistles) Come on, bring him over here.

>> Let's make a quick job of it before he comes round.

>> I won't be a party to that, Thomas.

>> It's only being kind to him.

He won't know nothing about it.

>> It's no kindness to send a man into the next world unawares.

It's heathen.

That's what it is, I say.

Bring him round with a nip of spirits and give him a fair chance to meditate.

>> I don't like the thought of it somehow.

It's like doing it in cold blood.

>> Come on.

He's heavy.

>> What do you say, Harry?

>> I say shut your misbegotten mouths.

Both of you.

Aha!

At it again, Dandy?

Grab, grab, grab all the time.

We'll spin a coin for them buckles, when I say the word.

Let's have a light.

(Harry whistling) All together.

Pull!

>> Man 5: Don't you let him have them, Harry!

>> Go on.

>> Throttle him, Dandy.

>> Go on, Harry.

>> Shut your mouth.

Do you wanna bring Joss down?

>> You've got to get out of here.

They'll be back in a minute.

Please, you must try.

Quick, quick.

(wind howling) >> You mustn't stop here.

Get away.

>> I couldn't leave Aunt Patience.

Oh please, you must hurry.

(horse gallops away) Quick.

Before Joss >> There you are, my dear.

Been saying good night to Patience?

Yes, I've been thinking things over.

"She's a sweet, pretty girl," I said to myself, "with a lot of character."

It seems a pity to send her away, before she's hardly seen anything of the county.

"She can stay here," I said, "just as long as she feels inclined."

>> Harry: Joss!

Joss!

Come down, Joss!

(indistinct chatter) >> He's been took, Joss.

>> What?

Who?

>> Trehearne, he's been took by the angels.

>> Of course, he's been took.

I know that.

>> But alive, Joss.

Alive.

>> Mary.

It was you.

You set that man free.

Listen to me.

You must leave Jamaica Inn now, this minute, do you hear?

>> Harry: There you are.

>> That blasted girl, I'll kill her!

>> For pity's sake, go now.

Before Joss comes up.

>> Where's that girl?

Where is she?

You let her go.

>> Joss: Thomas, take this lamp.

Look in the stables.

Harry, give me a hand.

(indistinct chatter) >> Salvation: They can't have got away so soon.

>> We can't stay here.

Come on.

>> Where?

>> Down by the harbor.

I know a place.

We'll be safe there for a while.

Come on.

Hurry.

>> Sydney: Joss!

Shall I search the moor?

>> Harry: Try the yard.

We'll have to get 'em, if we stay out all night.

>> There's not a sign of either of them.

>> They've got clear.

Any luck?

>> No.

>> If we don't find 'em, we'll swing for it, like as not.

Harry, take a couple of men down to the coast.

Thomas, get your brother and any of our chaps you can find in the village.

Search the moors.

Keep on looking.

>> What are you going to do, Joss?

>> I'll take the Bodmin turnpike.

>> Humphrey: Chadwick!

>> It's very late, sir.

>> She was a very charming girl, Chadwick.

>> I didn't mention it before, sir, but the butcher was here while you were at dinner.

He wants his account settled.

>> Remarkably unattractive occupation, Chadwick.

Drearily dismembering carcass after carcass.

>> I suppose they must live, sir.

>> Must they?

>> There's nearly 40 pounds owing to the butcher, 35 to the baker.

You see, sir, butcher, baker- >> Don't butcher and baker me!

You old numbskull!

I'm sorry, Chadwick, what?

Doing your duty.

>> That's all, Master Humphrey.

>> These outbursts of mine are quite inexcusable.

I can't think what comes over me.

By the way, Chadwick, what happened to my grandfather?

Yes, went mad, didn't he?

(knocking on the door) No need for you to hang about, Chadwick.

Go to bed.

How dare you come here to me.

Haven't I told you a score of times?

>> Yes, but Trehearne has got away.

That girl set him free.

I couldn't help it.

It was while I was with you.

>> What have you done with her?

>> She's gone, too.

>> Oh, a general exodus, apparently.

You persuaded your wife to remain, I hope.

>> The men are out looking for them now.

We're doing our best.

>> Is that all you came here to say?

>> I'm sorry (indistinct) but that chap Trehearne knows too much.

If he was to inform against me and the others... >> You're losing your head, Merlyn.

Even if Trehearne lives to do any informing, he'll do it here.

I'm the only justice in the neighborhood.

If you can't keep your wits about you, would you kindly allow me to keep mine.

If I didn't, you'd never see another wreck.

When the brains are out, the body dies, Merlyn.

And I needn't remind you that in this little organization, you and your fellows are only the carcass.

The brains are here, what?

>> I'm sorry.

I was only trying to warn you.

>> Will you let me do the warning?

If you want any more fat pickings on the shore, just obey orders.

And don't come here again.

Get out!

Get out!

(water rumbling) (seagulls crying) >> Hey!

What?

Come back.

What on earth?

Now, what do you think you're doing?

>> Let go!

>> Don't be a fool (indistinct) anyway.

You can't even row.

>> Leave me alone!

>> You're not afraid of me?

You are.

Well, that's women for you.

Save your life one minute and frightened for their own the next.

Yes, I'm not a very pretty sight at the moment, but I don't bite.

>> Do you think I don't know why my aunt is frightened for her life, that I don't know what you and the rest of you are doing at Jamaica Inn?

>> No.

What?

>> Thieves, smugglers, cut-throats, for all I know, and I'm not staying!

>> Look!

>> Harry, here!

A very significant piece of flotsam, eh?

>> Man 6: It came out of the cave.

>> Suppose you ask your brother to take you for a nice row?

Do you follow me?

>> Rather!

>> Can I go, too, Harry?

I saw it first.

>> No, you cut back and tell Joss everything's lovely.

Go on, run!

Dandy, you go and get some rope.

This way.

(Harry whistles) >> Do you know what you've done?

The tide's going out now, but it'll be high water again before dark.

We can't stay here without that boat.

We'll have to run for it as soon as the tide's low enough.

Trust me to land myself with a woman.

On the other hand, of course you did save my life.

>> I hope you'll make better use of it in the future.

>> That's a tall order for a desperate character like me.

>> No doubt.

>> A smuggler and a cut-throat, I think you said.

>> Very likely.

>> Do you think there's any hope for me?

Tell me, what ought I to do?

>> Anything you please.

>> I used to be a sailor.

I could go back to sea.

>> I'm not in the least interested.

>> You must be.

Don't forget you're responsible for me.

>> I am not.

>> Oh yes.

But for you, I shouldn't be here at all.

You can't deny that.

When we see we're safe in Truro, I shall put myself entirely in your hands.

>> Oh, please be quiet.

>> Oh, cheer up.

We'll be there by... (whistling) >> Take the little book, Mr.

Traitor.

There's a beautiful hymn on page 13.

"While at Death's Door I Trembling Stand."

Very comforting.

>> Makes dying a pleasure, so he says.

>> A handsome couple.

Breaks my heart to disturb 'em.

Coming down!

>> Harry: Will you send the lady up first or do you fancy the trip yourself?

>> Dandy: Ladies first, I always say.

>> What can we do?

>> They know we're stuck.

They must have seen the boat drift out.

>> Just in case you'd like a bit of help, Mr. Trehearne, your old friend Thomas is coming down to offer his arm.

>> He's out.

Any more?

We're fond of company.

>> You'll get it all right.

Never you fear.

>> It'll be a pleasure, Harry.

Come on.

Who's it to be?

>> Here, Belcher.

Grab this.

Slip it round that bit of rock.

Quick!

>> Do you hear that?

There's only one way out of this.

Can you swim?

>> Just to please you, Mr. Trehearne, so you won't feel lonely, we're all three coming down.

>> Please don't trouble with me.

>> Can you swim?

>> I tell you I'll only be in the way.

It'll be hard enough for you getting away alone.

I'll be all right.

Joss daren't harm me.

>> Can you swim?

>> A little.

>> Take off that dress.

>> What?

>> And your shoes.

Quick.

>> But I can't do that.

>> Take it off.

>> I can't.

>> All right, then.

I will.

>> No, you won't.

I will.

(Harry whistles) >> (yawns) I shall be glad when this little job's over.

We've been up all night.

>> Yes, it'll be nice to get to bed.

>> What about the girl, Harry?

Do we hand her over to Joss?

>> They're coming.

Come on!

>> Harry: Now, Mr. Trehearne... >> That's the spirit.

You're doing fine.

That's funny.

First time I've ever seen a woman swimming.

>> All this salt.

>> Look!

They've sent a boat.

It's coming this way.

Quick!

Those rocks.

Hold onto my shoulder.

Are you all right?

Hold on.

The boat's coming.

>> I can't.

>> Here it is.

Keep it up.

They're going.

>> It's no good.

I'm going.

>> Hang on to me.

>> Dowland.

Ah, good morning, Dowland.

I haven't had a taste of that sloe gin of yours this year.

>> I'm three pounds short, Squire Pengallan.

>> Now, Dowland I told you- >> All right Davis.

Dowland, I want money just as you do.

I can't be Squire Pengallan on nothing.

Why are you three pounds short?

>> That lad of mine.

He went down with a bad leg and it won't heal.

>> Take him to Dr. Mackintosh (indistinct) Give the doctor my compliments.

Ask him to take a look at the leg.

Pay the three pounds next time.

>> Thank you, Squire.

>> Give him a receipt, Davis.

>> But Sir Humphrey, I warned- >> The receipt, Davis.

Please remember, this man's forefathers were farming Pengallan land when yours were hedge tinkers.

Next.

>> Where can we go?

Which way?

>> We'd best make for the turnpike.

>> Wait!

What house is that over there?

>> The Squire's.

>> You mean Sir Humphrey?

>> Yeah.

>> I know him.

I was there last night.

He'll be glad to help us.

Come on.

>> Good.

>> This is the fellow I mentioned, Sir Humphrey.

Burdkin.

A rank radical.

Burdkin.

>> Er, well, Burdkin?

>> I've come to complain.

I want my rights.

>> Your rights?

I don't listen to that sort of talk.

>> I've the law on my side.

>> You haven't.

I'm the law here in Pengallan and you (indistinct) on your side (indistinct) while you take that tone.

Next thing you'll be telling me you're as good as I am.

>> I'm a man, same as you.

>> Put that out of your head my friend before it lands you in the hulks.

You're not as good as I am and never will be.

Nature was against it from the start.

And everything else has been against it since.

I'm a gentleman.

>> Why, you great... >> Have him run out, Davis.

Er, don't give him 24 hours.

>> If you please, Squire Pengallan.

>> Why if it isn't Granny Tremarney.

>> Yes, Your Honor.

It's my roof.

I've complained to Mr. Davis about it, but he takes no notice.

And it's leaks all the time now.

>> Give her a new roof, Davis.

>> But, Sir Humphrey- >> I said a new roof.

She's my oldest tenant, hm?

While I'm here, she'll be snug.

(indistinct) I'm the only man under the rank of marquis who ever gambled 10 years at White's Club and kept his estate out of the hands of the moneylenders.

And while I have a roof, she shall have one.

>> Mary: I must see Sir Humphrey.

>> What's this?

>> Mary: You're to let me in.

It's very important.

>> My dear child, what on earth's happened?

You're soaked to the skin.

Chadwick, get Mrs. Black and close the door.

Come to the fire.

Tell them to go now, Davis.

Some other time.

But you're positively blue with cold.

What's happened?

Where have you been?

>> Swimming.

>> For our lives.

>> Who is this?

>> This is Jem Trehearne.

We got away from Jamaica Inn last night.

It's a horrible place.

I think it's nothing better than a den of smugglers.

They'd have murdered him there last night.

>> She saved my life, sir.

>> Well, this is extraordinary.

>> Sir Humphrey We need your help.

My aunt's still there.

If you only knew- >> Yes, yes, you must tell me the whole story, but first of all we must find you some dry things or you'll catch.

Hello Mrs. Black, take this young lady upstairs and see if you can find her something to wear.

>> (indistinct) Will you come this way, miss?

>> Could I speak to you for a moment, please?

>> Of course.

Really?

Well, we must see what we can do, hm?

>> Thank you.

You're very kind.

>> Not at all.

(door closes) >> Oh, excuse me, sir.

>> Chadwick!

Get the fellow some bread and beer.

I'll deal with you later.

>> Man 7: So, I let her have it with nine eight-pounders, then we went alongside- >> "Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, of moving accidents by flood and field of hairbreadth 'scapes (indistinct)" Captain Murray, you'll stay to dinner?

>> I should like to, Sir Humphrey, you keep the best table in Cornwall.

>> I should hope so.

Why go?

>> I'm due to rejoin my ship at Falmouth this afternoon.

By the time you've finished your port and walnuts tonight, I shall be sailing past the house.

>> The deuce you will.

(door opens) >> Sir Humphrey, I must have a word with you.

>> Well?

>> In private.

>> There's nothing you can tell me these gentlemen shouldn't know.

One of a gang of smugglers from Jamaica Inn.

>> Smugglers, eh?

Have you got any good brandies through?

>> Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I've got a list of them here.

>> Kindly remember I'm a justice of the peace.

>> Nevertheless Sir Humphrey, I think you'll be rather interested in these brandies.

>> Erm... Er, gentlemen, I think I must look into this matter in private.

What?

(chuckles) Come along, my dear chap.

>> Man 6: Pengallan, if you don't find something good for me, I'll report you to the Commission.

(door knocking) (door knocking) >> Keep quiet.

>> I don't think I need tell you why I'm here with this officer, Merlyn.

I fancy you'll be able to guess.

As (indistinct) I demand the right to search your premises.

Perhaps you'd show us round, Mr. Merlyn?

>> Trehearne: All clear in there, Sir Humphrey.

>> So, you're here.

How quick of you, Mr. Trehearne, but of course, law officers waste very little time.

>> I'm sorry.

Come here, Mrs. Merlyn.

>> But she had nothing to do with this.

>> I sincerely hope not.

>> Why couldn't you have been honest with me?

Why didn't you tell me who you were?

>> So you could have warned your aunt?

As you try to just now.

>> And why not?

She's innocent.

You needn't be afraid she'd run away, I've tried.

But nothing in this world will drive her away from Joss.

>> If that is the case, perhaps Mrs. Merlyn will mix us something to drive out the cold.

What would you like to have?

A hot brandy for me, if you'd be so kind.

>> Trehearne: Up the stairs, Joss.

>> Joss?

>> Go on!

Get out.

>> I'm sorry about this, believe me.

But try not to worry.

We'll do our best.

>> Aunt Patience, you've known about Joss all along.

>> I love him.

People can't help being what they are.

Joss can't.

I can't.

There's nothing to be done.

>> You could leave him.

Even now you could leave him.

>> Mary, go and put the kettle on the fire while I get the brandy.

>> This is where he comes in, up these stone steps.

You're expecting a visitor, aren't you, Joss?

He comes to one of these rooms (indistinct) I've tried that door, but it's locked.

Give me the key.

You may as well I'll break that door down.

>> Don't be a fool, Merlyn, give him the key.

>> Go on.

Get in.

Mind your head, Sir Humphrey.

These doors are rather low.

>> Oh, er, thank you.

>> This looks more like it.

>> Never used.

>> What did you say, Merlyn?

>> I say it's never used.

>> No?

Then why is that fire alight?

>> You're right (indistinct) Our friend's apparently expected very soon.

Deuced considerate of the fellow.

I like a good fire.

>> Trehearne: Here's something!

>> What do you make of it?

>> It's blood on silk.

We got silk from last night's wreck.

You see?

He was here last night.

Foolish of you to overlook this, Joss.

>> One might even say careless.

>> See that, Sir Humphrey?

There's been many others, too.

An unusual place.

Behind the curtain.

>> A signal?

>> You've hit it.

>> Would you open the door at the end of the passage.

>> Certainly.

Thank you.

Oh.

Thank you.

(wind howling) >> Joss, who is it who comes here?

>> Would you like to know?

I'll tell you.

Santa Claus.

Every Christmas.

>> It'll make things a lot easier for you, if you tell me.

You don't plan these wrecks, Joss.

Who does?

>> You'll find out, Mr. Law Officer.

>> The wall's covered in plaster!

(laughing) >> I left the door open for him.

>> Good.

>> What about the signal?

Better light it up for him.

>> Trehearne: I'll do that.

>> What about the women?

Better bring them up, don't you think?

>> Right.

I'll get them.

Watch him.

>> Better fetch my toddy while you're about it.

>> Right.

>> Humphrey: Still blowing?

>> Hard as ever, sir.

>> Take your orders, Merlyn.

>> Merlyn: Another wreck?

Tonight?

>> Captain Murray would like to have dined with me.

He dislikes the food on shipboard, you know?

He was particularly mortified at having to sail past here at dinner time, which means, let's see, er, Barnard's Head, nine o'clock or thereabouts.

>> Yes, sir.

What are they carrying, sir?

>> Among other things, gold.

You must make quite certain, Merlyn because I need the money very particularly.

I hope the wind drops after.

I'm an indifferent sailor.

>> What?

>> I'm going to take a little holiday.

I advise you to do the same.

>> Why?

What's happened?

Is- >> Nothing.

Nothing yet.

But the authorities sent Mr. Trehearne down into Cornwall.

You see, they suspect.

I shall come back when it's blown over.

>> Then it's the last one?

>> It's the last of this series.

I shall catch the Falmouth packet tonight for St-Malo.

I shall call back on the way, so have the gold and valuables ready for me.

They're extremely fond of such things in France.

>> What about Trehearne?

>> When will your men be here?

>> If this is what saving your life has brought us all to, I wish (indistinct) >> You don't think I'm enjoying this?

(laughing) >> Is anything wrong?

>> Oh, no.

Our friend made one of his very elementary joke.

>> Well I think we're ready for him I've locked the women in their bedroom (indistinct) and the lights and the windows.

>> Everything, in fact, except the man himself.

>> Your groom left just before us.

An hour and a quarter there and back.

>> Which means Captain Boyle should be here within the next 10 minutes.

>> (indistinct) last chance.

There's only one way you might save your skin.

Name the man and tell the whole story.

>> Which reminds me.

I took the precaution of bringing this warrant for the fellow's apprehension.

His name will have to be filled in later >> when we know it.

Like to write it in for us, Joss?

Well what are you waiting for?

You've taken all the risks so far, you and Harry and Salvation and the rest.

He sorted that.

And what have you got out of it?

The bare pickings.

>> Have you thought of that, Merlyn?

>> You've a chance to break free of him for good.

You can turn king's evidence.

Why don't you, Joss?

Do you think he'd hesitate in your shoes?

No.

A man like that would save his own skin first.

>> You think so?

>> He'd sacrifice anybody.

>> You seem to have a very clear picture of him.

Tell me, what sort of a fellow do you think he really is?

>> This man deliberately plans not only the wrecking of ships but the cold-blooded slaughter of any who survive the wreck.

He remains aloof, content to hire the scum of the coast to do his murderous work for him, thinking there's no blood on his own hands but there is, (indistinct) blood on that man's... (door bangs open) Watch him.

I'll go down and tell them to surround the place and to lie low till we give the word.

>> We don't want them on beauty.

(laughing) Stay where you are.

(gun firing) Sir Humphrey!

Look out!

Some of the gang are here!

>> He's got somebody with him.

Get onto the back you two, see nobody gets outside.

>> Sir Humphrey!

>> (indistinct) too late.

They're watching the back.

>> There's no other way.

>> Are you up there, Joss?

Joss?

(Harry whistles) Squire Pengallan?

>> That's right, Harry.

Your respected justice of the peace brought here by your pal Mr. Trehearne, who forgot to tell you he's a law officer.

>> What's that?

>> What do you think?

They came here to hang us over the wreck.

>> We'll make a real job of it this time.

Come on.

>> Hold on.

We've got to go careful, Harry.

>> What's the matter?

>> We don't want our much respected justice of the peace found here dead, people might talk.

>> He won't be found.

>> But he might be missed.

Maybe they knew he was coming here.

>> We've got to finish him, Joss.

>> Surely we have but that takes a little thinking over and there's no time for that now you see, we're doing another wreck.

>> Tonight?

>> Nine o'clock.

We'll fix them when we come back.

Get a couple of ropes there.

Chairs.

No, I'll do him.

It'll be a pleasure.

>> Do you think I came here just for you, you fools?

I told you before, there's somebody behind Joss.

Joss knows it.

If you wait here long enough, you'll see him.

He's coming here tonight.

>> You shut your gab.

Playing for time, are you?

You'd like to see us miss that wreck we're doing tonight, wouldn't you?

Well we wouldn't miss it for worlds see.

Joss, finished trussing His Worship?

>> Let's make 'em nice and snug.

>> And while we're away, we've got to think of a nice little accident for you.

Now, what would Your Worship fancy?

A choice coach over the cliffs?

Or perhaps you'd sooner be caught by the tide with our friend Jem here on a nice, comfortable, cosy part of the beach.

>> That's it.

In death they shall not be divided.

>> I warn you, all of you, if you lay a finger on either of us, you'll pay for it.

You know it'll come to you.

You'll end swinging in the wind at Execution Dock with a coat of tar to keep the weather out.

>> It's time we went.

>> Well, who's gonna stay with them?

We can't leave 'em here without somebody.

What about Salvation?

He can talk to Mr. Trehearne about eternity.

>> Salvation: Him?

Not me.

>> We'll need all hands down on shore.

Patience'll watch 'em.

Run upstairs and fetch the women.

They're locked in the bedroom.

>> I'm sorry to see you here, Willie Penhale.

I told you when you were up before me for poaching (indistinct) you were falling among evil companions.

You see I was right.

You should have listened to me, my boy.

>> Well, it looks as though your wish is gonna come true.

You might just as well have left me where you found me.

>> What's she doing here, Joss?

>> Well, she came here to warn us, Harry.

>> That's (indistinct) She started the whole thing.

I don't see why- >> I'll look after her, Harry.

I've got a nice job for you, Patience my dear.

Take this and watch the two gentlemen.

>> Harry: But you can't leave a woman in charge, Joss.

>> I tell you I'll need lot of you down at the beach.

They're well tied, aren't they?

Besides, this will be all the better for a finger that's nervous, like, on the trigger.

I shouldn't move, Your Worship bearing that in mind.

You wouldn't like your suit spoiled with a bullet hole, I'm sure.

(indistinct) You'll have no call to use it, most likely.

Come on.

Look lively now!

>> Patience, you can't let this happen.

You can't leave them like- >> You're coming with us.

>> Take your hands off her, Joss.

You can't take her to the wreck.

Joss!

>> Ooh, of course not, Mr. Trehearne.

I'm gonna leave her behind to cut you loose for the second time in 24 hours.

Come on now.

>> Merlyn!

You'll answer to me for her safety.

>> Yes, Your Worship.

>> What's happened to the military?

Where the devil have they got.

>> Something must have delayed them.

>> If they'd come, then there'd be a chance to save the wreck.

>> That'll be difficult.

You know we don't know where it's going to be.

>> Sir Humphrey I'll tell you something, our man came here, but he left before us.

>> How do you mean?

>> He must have otherwise Joss wouldn't have known about the wreck.

I warn you, Mrs. Merlyn, if Captain Boyle finds you like that, nothing will save you.

>> This is very annoying.

I told Chadwick I'd be back for dinner.

Mrs. Merlyn, I wonder if that pistol is loaded.

Probably you're inexperienced in these things.

Would you like me to have a look at it?

>> Trehearne: That's not good sir, that'll never work.

>> Very well, Mrs. Merlyn.

Let's see if it's properly primed.

I'm afraid you're not fully conversant with the real facts of the situation.

I know your husband better than you do.

I think he would no more have loaded that pistol than he would have left me helpless, which would have been quite absurd.

As I thought.

Now, Mrs. Merlyn.

I've always admired your devotion to your husband.

The woman shall cleave to the man, even if the man is our friend Joss, admirable.

Now, if this officer should escape, your husband will pay for it with his life, so I needn't stress the importance of the task I'm giving you.

There.

Watch him.

Closely.

If there's the slightest chance of him getting free, don't hesitate to shoot him.

Just get firm pressure on the trigger, Mrs. Merlyn.

On the trigger.

And all will be well.

No.

>> You've forgotten one thing, Pengallan (indistinct) Captain Boyle.

There's still the military to reckon with.

>> There is no Captain Boyle.

In consequence, there'll be no military.

(door closes) >> Mrs. Merlyn, you've got to let me go.

Quick!

>> Please.

Don't move.

(water rumbling) >> Whoa!

Take her round.

Take her round.

Whoa!

Up to the beacon with you.

Quick!

>> Can't I join in the wreck?

>> When you're grown to a man's size, maybe.

>> I never see anything.

>> Off with you!

(wind howling) (Harry whistles) >> Would you like me to bring you back a nice ring?

Not including the finger, if you follow me.

>> Come down out of there!

Hold on to her, Catchpole.

>> Mrs. Merlyn, where is the wreck going to be?

>> I don't know.

>> You can't let it happen.

You must set me free.

Innocent men and women are going to die and you'll be responsible.

You love your husband, I know that.

And I know it's my duty to take him if I can.

But the men on that ship have wives, too.

Think of that.

Think of yourself if Joss was on board.

That ship sailing down from Falmouth in the gale.

Somewhere on the shore, a beacon is going out.

Can you see the rest?

The ship shuttering and striking, the men spread out of the yachts like flies, clinging to the rigging, screaming at the sight of the surf.

And after the wreck, the wolves.

That's why you must let me go.

That's why you must tell me where that wreck is.

>> I can't.

I can't.

I don't know, I tell you.

I've never known.

>> Trehearne: Mrs. Merlyn!

Let me go now and I'll find out where it is.

Hurry!

There's hardly time.

>> I can't.

What will happen to Joss?

>> You must make a choice.

The lives of those men and of other men in the future or the life of Joss?

After all, Joss is only one man.

>> Yes, but he's my man.

>> Mrs. Merlyn, supposing I allow your husband... (wind howling) Hey!

>> Man 7: Whoa-up!

>> Trehearne: Where's the nearest military garrison?

>> Bodmin.

Why?

>> I want your coach.

Give me those reins in the name of the law.

Here's my warrant.

>> There she is!

Look!

(water rumbling) >> Helmsman: A light!

Barnard's Head!

(indistinct chatter) >> Man 8: She's the one that did it.

>> Man 9: Women are no good here, bring you bad luck.

>> All right, Joss.

You leave her to us.

We'll manage very nicely.

Thank you.

>> Dandy: I'm sure you'll agree, Harry.

This calls for my attention.

This is where I come into my own.

>> Let her go!

Get into that cart quick.

Keep back there.

>> You can't take her.

>> She's robbed us of our best cargo we've ever had.

>> Fetch her down.

>> Robbed you?

Thank heaven!

I robbed you of your chance to stuff your pockets by murdering innocent devils you've never even seen.

And I'm glad.

I don't care what happens.

I'm glad!

>> Harry: Shut your mouth, you little fool!

(indistinct chatter) (gun firing) >> Chadwick, I don't know how long my business will take me.

I may be away for some weeks and I think that will be all.

>> Very good, sir.

>> Sam: Sir Humphrey, sir!

>> What is it, Sam?

>> I couldn't deliver this note, sir.

The regiment left Truro (indistinct) three weeks ago.

And nobody's heard of any Captain Boyle.

>> Extraordinary.

>> Shall I try Bodmin, sir?

>> No, no, it's of no importance.

I think that'll be all, Chadwick.

I can't give you my address in France.

>> Chadwick: Sir!

>> What?

Well, Chadwick?

>> You'll pardon the liberty.

You're not ill?

>> Ill, Chadwick?

Ill?

I've never felt better in my life.

Come here.

The fact is I'm growing younger.

Come here.

So much younger I'm taking a beautiful young girl with me on my travels.

>> Yes, sir.

Is there anything more?

>> Yes, you fool!

Don't stand there with that look in your eyes!

Sam!

>> Sam: Sir?

>> Keep the mare and bay in good condition, won't you?

And, come here.

Watch Chadwick.

His mind's going.

Drive on, will you!

>> Mr. Chadwick.

He's, erm... >> I've seen that coming along for years.

(wind howling) >> Mary: Aunt Patience!

Aunt Patience!

Aunt Patience!

Aunt Patience!

>> Mary!

Joss!

What's happened?

>> Mary: Joss is hurt.

>> Careful, Joss.

Joss.

Mary!

(Joss coughs) Mary.

Mary, what happened?

>> Mary: I stopped the wreck, aunt Patience.

The men came for me and Joss saved me and they shot him.

(coughs) >> Joss, Joss.

>> Oh, Patience.

Patience, my dear.

>> You're all right, Joss.

I'm taking care of you.

>> You're a good girl, Patience.

I'm sorry.

>> Where's Jem?

Aunt Patience, he's not?

>> I set him free.

He went to find the wreck.

Mary, he promised me he'd let Joss escape.

You know what that means.

We can leave here.

We can leave here together, Joss and I.

You must help me, Mary.

We must go quickly while we can.

Mary, we'll begin again.

Think of it.

To be able to live without fear among different people who don't know us.

>> Mary: Yes, Aunt Patience.

>> It'll be like those first days in Bodmin.

Joss was different then.

He's strong.

He'll soon get better, won't he?

(coughs) >> Of course.

>> When he's recovered a little, we must move him.

We can't wait.

Joss mustn't be here when he comes back.

>> Who?

>> Oh, Mary, I haven't told you.

I didn't know myself until tonight, but I've always known Joss wasn't his own master.

There's someone (indistinct) Someone who planned the wrecks and had Joss in his power.

Tonight I found out who.

Mary, it's... (gun firing) >> Aunt Patience!

Aunt Patience!

>> Life without Patience?

Get me a drink.

>> Yes, Joss, yes.

(screaming) >> A good, clean shot, wasn't it?

I'm sorry.

Poor creature.

She has suffered so much.

But I was forced to do it, you see.

She was going to tell you about me.

I didn't like that.

I wanted to tell you myself.

So, you stopped the wreck?

Pity.

I was counting on it.

You're a very brave young lady, but you've made my position very difficult.

>> Let me go!

Let me go!

>> Please don't scream like that.

I shall have to put this handkerchief in your mouth.

You must tell me if that hurts.

Of course, you can't.

How silly of me.

Put your hands down.

Put your hands down.

Or I shall have to tie them up, too.

Right.

This will prevent the cord from cutting your wrists.

You see, you're quite alone now.

You have no one else in the world except myself.

So I'm going to take care of you.

In fact, we're going away together.

We should be going now.

Trehearne may come back.

You'd better put this on.

It's wise to wrap up well, while this cold wind is blowing.

I'm always telling people they can't be too careful.

But they think they know better.

And you wouldn't want people to see you like that, would you?

There.

I'm glad you're quiet now.

Now, come along.

My coach is not far away.

(Mary sobbing) But we must hurry.

We must hurry.

We must hurry.

>> Sir Humphrey!

And the girl's with him.

>> But Joss, what about Joss?

>> Come on!

>> Dandy: Trehearne's gone, too.

>> Joss!

>> Joss!

>> Joss!

>> Joss!

>> Harry, here!

Quick!

Dead.

Both of them.

You shouldn't have done that to Joss, Harry.

>> If you ask me, it's time we moved on.

What are you all standing there for?

Get out!

Don't keep together.

Scatter.

>> Man 7: Soldiers!

>> Now, where's that girl?

>> That's the question.

>> Come on now, where is she?

Tell me.

>> Take it calm now, take it calm.

You're gonna be disappointed, Mr. Trehearne.

She's gone and found herself another gentleman.

I just seen her sneaking off alone with His Worship.

>> The squire.

We've got to find them, Captain.

(indistinct) half a dozen men.

>> Sergeant, I want six men to ride with Mr. Trehearne and myself.

>> I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.

It was breaking that bit of looking glass that did it.

I told you.

Seven years' bad luck.

>> No, Dandy, not more than seven days.

Not counting eternity.

>> What'll they do?

What'll happen to us?

>> It'll be a proper public execution with the women watching.

I'll make 'em sit up.

>> I'm ready.

Ready.

>> That won't do, will it?

>> Better tie him up.

>> Why are you doing that?

Why can't I be chained?

Stop.

Stop.

I wanna be chained like the others.

Listen to me.

I've got a right to be.

I'm the same as them.

I've done what they've done, haven't I?

I want to hang with them.

You'll hang me.

I don't want to hang.

I don't want to die.

Not yet.

I'm only a boy.

I'm only 17!

You won't let them, will you?

I only did what I was told.

I never killed anybody.

I never even went near the wrecks.

So you can't hang me.

You mustn't.

You daren't!

Because I don't want to die.

(sobbing) I don't want to die.

(Harry whistles) >> There's my house.

Do you see?

Across the bay.

The Pengallans have been there a long time.

I may never see it again.

Because, you see, we may never be able to come back.

We may be going a long way, you know.

Nearer the sun, of course.

Italy perhaps.

The Isles of Greece.

You're thinking that'll cost money, but there, I have enough.

One must have enough.

I always knew that to live like a gentleman, spaciously and with elegance, one must have money.

And a few beautiful possessions, of course, like you, my dear.

>> Trehearne: Where's Sir Humphrey?

>> Sir Humphrey has gone away on business.

>> Trehearne: Where?

>> May I- >> Answer, man, answer!

>> Sir Humphrey is taking the Falmouth night packet to St-Malo.

>> I say, I say, what's this?

Oh, it's you.

Good heavens!

My suit!

>> These gentlemen are inquiring for Sir Humphrey, sir.

>> What do you want him for?

Is something wrong?

>> Trehearne: Sir Humphrey is the head of a band of wreckers who are under arrest at Jamaica Inn.

(bell chimes) (indistinct chatter) >> Hawker: Sweet China oranges.

Sweet China.

>> I've put your luggage below, sir.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan.

The large stateroom.

>> Are you the steward?

>> Yes sir.

>> Get me a bottle of brandy.

>> Very good, sir.

This way, sir.

Follow me.

>> What a miserable hole.

Is this the best they've got?

Old traveler, though.

I'll make you comfortable.

I never really cared for wrecking.

After all, not my kind of thing, hobnobbing with cut-throats.

It had to be done.

Half my friends living like paupers.

But I'm living like a prince.

Drowned hundreds of sailors to do it.

But like a prince.

And I'll make a princess out of you.

(laughs) I believe you're sorry, because you're not marrying some oaf, who'd father on you a dozen snivelling, dirty-nosed brats.

Any man of sensibility would rather see you dead first.

>> Man 10: Gangplank away!

(crowd shouting goodbyes) >> In Paris you'll have your woman to attend to you.

I'll see to your new clothes myself.

Yes, I'll dress you, my dear.

And we'll put silk next to that smooth skin of yours, hmm?

Pale green silk, I think, what?

(Mary sobs) Pah!

Stop crying!

Stop it, you little fool!

Be beautiful!

Hard as nails if you like, but you must be beautiful.

Well, you have to be hard now.

The age of chivalry has gone.

Glory of yours is... >> Captain Johnson: That's it.

Bring her back.

Back to the quayside!

>> Humphrey: Troopers.

They may be coming for you.

Of course, you can't go with them.

(screaming) You shouldn't have done that, my child.

Lots of riffraff about.

Things might be most unpleasant.

(Mary screams) Captain Johnson!

I'm here!

Sir Humphrey Pengallan!

>> Give yourself up, I beg you, Sir Humphrey, and let her go!

>> Pray, keep your distance.

>> Careful.

Wing him if possible.

Take care!

Lean away from him as far as you can!

>> No, no don't shoot.

He can't help himself!

He doesn't know what he's doing!

He's mad, I tell you!

Mad!

(indistinct chatter) >> It's safer here.

>> Sailor: Port bow line ashore there!

>> It must be now.

>> Trehearne: Please be still.

>> Jem, don't harm him!

It's not his fault.

He can't help himself.

(indistinct chatter) >> Come down!

Come down from the rigging and give yourself up!

Come down!

Come down, Sir Humphrey!

Come down, sir.

Come down!

>> Good heavens, what's the squire doing up there?

>> Come down, Sir Humphrey, and give yourself up!

You'll not be harmed, I promise you!

Come down, sir!

>> I shall be down to you before you're up to me, Mr. Trehearne.

If you'll be kind enough to give me room.

(gun firing) >> Man 11: Bring that man down!

>> Man 12: All right, sir.

>> What are you all waiting for?

A spectacle?

You shall have it.

And tell your children how the great age ended!

Make way for Pengallan!

(screaming) (thud) >> Humphrey: Chadwick!

Chadwick!

Chadwick!

(bright upbeat music)