Episode 2

JEM: It's rough out at Jamaica, Mary.

MARY: Be that as it may, it's where I'm bound.

PATIENCE: Mary?

Oh, it's never you, is it?

I've nowhere else to go.

JEM: There's things going on here you shouldn't get caught up in.

MARY: What, like smuggling?

I worked that one out.

I'm not stupid.

Well, you are if you say it so damn loudly.

I'm your brother!

You want to see me hang?

It's the other man.

The one that hid.

He tells your uncle what to do.

MARY: I was hiding in the storeroom, and I think they hung a man called Abe.

Don't say you've seen me.

Please, Mary.

The magistrate has come!

What do you know of the dealings at this inn?

Nothing, sir.

You're one of us now, Mary.

[ Thunder rumbling ] MARY: Every night since I'd lied to the magistrate, I was tormented by the same dream.

PATIENCE: Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

MARY: I felt a darkness creeping over me.

I'd been at the inn barely a month, trapped in this desolate place, with no hope of escape.

I'd seen the evil men can do.

Eli!

MARY: And I was very afraid.

I felt whatever innocence I had left would soon be lost.

Go on.

They was all over the place.

You're saying the revenue was nearly on you, is that it?

Not us especially.

They was patrolling all down the coast.

Just wanted any free trader they could catch.

Get their money.

Was Legassik there as well?

But the magistrate came straight to you the moment he arrived in town.

Shh!

AMBROSE: So someone's talking.

Who was it warned you he was coming?

Ain't anything to do with you, teacher.

Like to hear me talk, do you?

I'm going to church in the morning.

Surely, you can't begrudge me that.

Just don't forget you're involved now.

Here.

♪ ...my comfort still ♪ ♪ Thy cross before to guide me ♪ [ Door slams ] ♪ And so through all the length of days ♪ ♪ Thy goodness faileth never ♪ ♪ Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise ♪ ♪ Within thy house forever ♪ The Lord is our shepherd, and yet you sit here poor and hungry.

You cannot feel his love.

Many of you suffer greatly.

You feel that you're lost in a dark wilderness.

But I tell you this.

If you will put your trust in God and Jesus and in me, then he will lead you to green pastures and your suffering will have ending.

[ Bell tolling ] Hello, again.

Enjoy the service?

Yes, I did.

Very much.

Will's off today to France.

WILLIAM: So you'd better sort that wedding dress out.

'Cause you'll need it when I'm back.

Mary.

I'm very glad you joined us here today.

We were hoping that you might.

Perhaps you'd like to help us.

Without our alms, the poor would starve to death.

Folk up-country don't care if we live or die.

Do you feed them every day?

HANNAH: Mr. Davey does.

He has more patience.

I'd rather mend the pews or reap the harvest.

WOMAN: You're so kind, Reverend.

I think perhaps you did not come here today only for the service, Mary.

Come.

There's nothing that confiding cannot help.

"The Ship of Fools."

It's an allegory from the Bible.

A vessel of deranged humans cast out on the sea without a captain.

The plight of the godless.

What did you want to share with me, Mary?

I don't think that I should.

The smuggling at Jamaica Inn is widely known, and, mostly, it is tolerated.

The people here use liquor like it is some ancient cure that will relieve them of their suffering.

They're grateful to your uncle for supplying it.

I lied to the magistrate.

He came about your uncle's dealings?

I said I knew nothing.

I lied.

FRANCIS: Don't be afraid, Mary.

MARY: Mr. Davey... ...the other night...

...I think my uncle killed a man.

I was hiding and I heard a noise, like -- like choking, and then I saw a noose.

His name was Abe.

His wife was asking after him last time I was in Altarnun, so you know he's missing.

His wife has gone to join him in the town.

He sent for her.

No, no.

He can't have done.

He can't have done.

My uncle killed him.

Did you see a body?

MARY: No.

I heard it, though.

And I can't bear it on my conscience.

Mary, we've been observing your uncle's dealings for some time.

We're working with the law enforcers to try to gain some evidence of his crimes.

The ones who can be trusted, anyway.

Many profit handsomely themselves or else are in collusion.

So, what should I do?

HANNAH: She should take care for her own skin is what she should do.

Who knows what Merlyn's capable of?

My aunt says that there's someone else who works above my uncle who tells him what to do.

He was hiding in the inn that night that Abe was murdered.

Did you see him?

Only his feet.

Someone else above him?

Could it be Legassik?

Or perhaps his brother Jem.

You won't say anything, will you?

He'd kill me if he knew I'd talked.

Of course we won't.

Perhaps Mary might be our ears and eyes.

She could help us to investigate her uncle.

HANNAH: That's Captain Legassik.

MARY: Do you think he could be a dragoon?

I think my brother has been hasty.

You're just a girl.

It isn't right that you should risk your own skin.

I'd like to help.

[ Door closes ] PATIENCE: Still not laying.

Just three again.

Would you like them, Uncle?

Good girl, eh, Joss?

I've got a letter for you, Miss Yellan, from the town.

Mail coaches won't stop out here no more 'cause of him.

Harry.

He said they'd be sailing in this way.

-What, that lad's ship?

-Shh!

HARRY: I didn't think we could do another one so soon.

You don't need to think.

PATIENCE: Who's it from?

Mary?

Ned.

A boy from home.

Is he your sweetheart, is he?

He would be, if I'd have him.

What about the revenue?

We know they're watching.

NED: I know, Mary, that maybe now is not the right time.

But you must think about what you'll do.

If you and I should marry.

Yours as ever, Ned.

HARRY: This don't feel right, Joss.

What's wrong with you?

HARRY: Nothing's wrong with me.

I'm just telling you it don't feel right.

JOSS: Where's those bloody eggs?

But I thought you said we couldn't do another till the spring.

It don't matter what I said!

I'm saying something else now!

Do you understand me?

Stop, please!

Please!

Joss!

[ Gasping ] Harry, get out.

Go on.

Go.

Don't you ever do that to me again!

Leave her alone.

Stay out of it.

You don't understand him.

There.

You're all right.

You're all right.

You're all right.

I've got to go talk to him.

Tell him the revenue is onto us.

No, Joss.

You can't.

You know what he might do to you.

No.

Not while I'm still useful to him.

PATIENCE: Please don't, Joss.

Please don't.

Don't.

Please!

Don't.

MARY: The mist came down on the moor, and I lost my way.

You're lucky it was me.

Anyone else would have had you in the heather.

They'd have to knock me senseless first.

I'm sure they'd be quite happy.

You've blood on you.

Been skinning a rabbit.

Have you eaten?

Why are you living out here?

I thought you had a house.

I'll tell you if you tell me what you were doing out here on your own.

You should leave your aunt, come look after me, you know.

You wouldn't have the money that I'd ask.

Women are always mean.

My mother used to keep her money hidden in her stocking.

You can serve yourself.

How long since your mother died?

11 years this Christmas.

My father went when I was 6.

He swung at Exeter for killing a man in a brawl.

Not that I was sad about it.

He used to beat us half to death.

My mother, too.

When Joss went out to sea, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cleared off as soon as I could.

Went off to war.

I suppose I should be grateful my parents were always so good to me.

There's only you?

My father died when I was 4.

Smugglers murdered him.

So, how is my brother?

The magistrate arrest him?

You know he didn't, 'cause you've seen your brother since.

In fact, the magistrate was asking after you.

I said I hadn't seen you.

Ah.

So you can do as you're told, then.

I daresay if I'd thought about it, I'd have told him where you were.

But seeing as I didn't, you can tell me what you've got to hide.

Well, that horse, it belongs to the magistrate, for one.

I stole it from his trap last Thursday.

He'd have my head for that alone.

I know there's another man who gives my uncle orders.

Is it you?

What do you think?

I think there's no tenderness in you.

You're rude.

And you're a thief who stands for everything I despise.

And yet you like me.

I do not like you.

Come to market with me Christmas Eve.

Come to Launceston and help me sell the horse.

What, and get caught with you?

What's wrong?

Don't you like excitement?

Come.

Come to market.

Come to market?

With a man who's mired in -- What?

What am I mired in, Mary?

Come on.

I'll take you back.

I'll come by here at 10:00 on Christmas Eve.

Meet me by the road.

I won't be there.

He was up half the night drinking.

He couldn't sleep.

Come on.

We can get things done.

Is my uncle planning something?

I was worried where you got to last night.

I was lost on the moors.

Jem Merlyn brought me home.

Jem Merlyn, eh?

I was lost, and he was kind enough to... Why do you dislike him so much, Aunt Patience?

Never said I did.

You're scared of him, then.

Well, if that's what lights your candle.

JOSS: No!

He has bad dreams.

JOSS: No!

When you're done in here, fetch some water for the trough.

This here is Mr. Davey.

Vicar of Altarnun church.

That's my niece Mary.

I believe you came to my sermon last week, Mary.

Yes, sir.

I did.

I was nearby on the road, and I heard an awful screaming.

PATIENCE: I've told Mr. Davey we're all right.

We don't need nothing.

And you, Mary?

Do you need anything?

No.

Thank you, sir.

Well, I'll be on my way, then.

[ Door creaking ] [ Door closes ] JOSS: Who's there?

[ Gasps ] Put that knife down.

Uncle Joss?

Where have they all gone?

There's no one here.

Just me.

Dreams.

Dreams, Mary.

Brandy.

Bring it here.

[ Coughs ] You sit with me.

They pay gold for this up-country.

And what do I pay?

Not a sixpence.

It's a man's game, though, Mary.

I've... killed men with these hands.

Trampled them under the water.

Bashed their heads in with rocks.

When I drink, I see their faces staring at me.

Their eyes... eaten by the fish... ...and their flesh... hanging off in ribbons.

I don't understand you.

There's a fog on the water.

Just outside the bay, there is a ship.

She sees one big light up ahead, swinging side to side, and thinks there's another ship between her and shore with miles of sea to go.

But there is no other ship, just our false light.

So in she comes.

Straight for us.

We hear the scraping as she hits the rocks below, and then there's the screaming as the ship breaks up, and the struggling for shore, except it was better that they swam the other way.

'Cause there we are, waiting with our clubs in hand, ready to break their bones and drown 'em till they're dead.

You wreck ships on purpose?

Murder all the sailors.

Women.

Children, too, if there be any.

Monster, am I?

You judge me.

Oh, you don't know the half of it, girl.

You think you're better than me.

That you're too good for me.

-Is that it?

-I am too good.

And if your conscience didn't torment you, you wouldn't have such nightmares.

You'll hang for this.

Hmm.

Like your father did?

My father was a good man, and it was smugglers who killed him.

JOSS: No.

No.

Your father was a smuggler himself.

The law hanged him, Mary.

That isn't true.

Tell her, Patience.

Tell her what her precious father really was.

You judge me, girl.

You're the same as me.

You came, then.

And a happy Christmas to you, Mary Yellan.

That's not the greeting I was hoping for.

So, what's the matter with you, then?

I know.

You've been thinking of me so hard you couldn't sleep.

Yes, I thought of you once.

I wondered who would hang first, you or your brother.

Drank himself into a stupor.

He told me that he wrecks ships and murders people.

So, what will you do?

Tell the law?

I haven't decided yet.

Anyway, you're in it with him.

I haven't noticed you deny it yet.

If that's what you think, why are you here?

For the sake of your bright eyes, Jem Merlyn.

And perhaps because I'm no better.

My father wasn't good and decent.

He was a violent man who hanged for it.

Your brother told me that.

So, that's what's put you in this stink, is it?

I feel everything's a lie.

Your brother's stole everything I thought I knew about myself.

Well, that's all right.

Be someone else, then.

I can't be Jem Merlyn, not if the law's about, so we'll play a game.

You can be anyone you want to be, as long as it's not dreary.

As long as you start smiling.

Eh?

Come on.

Right, let's get him in disguise for market.

We don't want no one recognizing him.

MARY: I don't want anyone to recognize me either.

I like it.

See that there?

Twelve Men's Moor, where me and Joss grew up.

What?

In the mud?

Or did you have a house?

We built one.

Out of mud.

And all we ate was mud n'all.

We had a house.

There's Mrs. Bassatt, the magistrate's wife.

And that's her brother.

What if Bassatt's here as well?

Aren't you scared you'll get caught?

Caught for what?

He lost a horse with one white sock, a long mane, and a diamond mark.

This one's legs are black right down, his mane is clipped, and his ear mark's a slit.

MARY: If it's so easy, why aren't you a rich man?

JEM: Ah, see, I make the money, but then I spend it.

MAN: Sane and sensible temperament.

[ Chuckles ] Like my wife!

You there.

Let me see him.

JEM: He's 18 guineas.

MAN: Where did you get him from?

He wasn't bred on the moors, not with a head and shoulders like that.

JEM: Foaled at Callington.

I bought him as a yearling from old Tim Bray.

The dam was Irish-bred.

I wouldn't touch him if I were you.

Where's your mark?

You're sharp, aren't you?

Anyone would think I'd stolen him.

It's a good thing for you that Tim Bray's gone to Dorset.

I'd leave him before you land yourself in trouble.

Look, this ribbon's perfect for my wedding gown.

You'll need to finish it if Will gets home tomorrow.

Look, James.

That pony holds its head just like our poor Beauty did.

What a nuisance Roger isn't here.

JAMES: Do you want to buy him?

MRS. BASSATT: He'd be such a lovely present for the children.

They've been devastated since poor Beauty went.

JAMES: You there?

Fellow?

How much is that pony?

He's not for sale.

He's promised to my friend there.

Besides he wouldn't carry you.

He's used to being ridden by children.

MRS. BASSATT: He's absolutely perfect then.

I'll pay your price.

And extra for your disappointment.

I gave my word on 25 guineas.

MRS. BASSATT: I'll give you 30.

I'm Mrs. Bassatt from North Hill.

The magistrate's my husband.

Here, take the money.

Then I hope Mr. Bassatt will be pleased with your purchase.

Of course he's really nothing like our Beauty.

He was a thoroughbred and three or four hands higher.

But he'll please the children.

You should be hanged, Jem Merlyn.

Selling a horse to the very woman you stole it from.

Glad you came now, though, eh?

Yes.

Come on, I'll buy you a present.

FRANCIS: His disciple Andrew saith there is a lad here that has five barley loaves and two small fishes.

But what are they among so many?

And Jesus took the loaves and when he'd given thanks, he gave them to the multitude of 5,000 and likewise with the fishes.

Here.

MARY: What is it?

JEM: Ale.

Why?

Don't you drink?

[ Chuckles ] That'll put an end to Davey's do-gooding for today.

We can't ride home in this.

We'll have to spend the night here.

We'll wait for it to clear.

Come on, Mary.

I've money enough for a room.

God, you're hard as flint.

I'll buy you a ring if it makes you feel more respectable.

It's not often I have money enough in my pocket to make the offer.

How many wives do you happen to have, then?

Six or seven, scattered over Cornwall.

I don't count the ones across the Tamar.

That's wives enough for any man.

[ Thunder rumbling ] Mary, don't let's fight.

I suppose you think I'll go to bed with you because all I am is a barmaid at Jamaica Inn.

No.

Of course not.

Pretend that you're in love with me, can't you?

You'd stay with me then.

I wish I could stay with you and then forget it all by tomorrow, as I'm sure you would.

But I can't.

Today doesn't exist.

We made it up.

And tomorrow it'll be gone.

I didn't look for this.

And I don't want it.

You're different, Mary.

You really want me, don't you?

I do.

I do.

JEM: [ Laughs ] I think perhaps I better pay.

Back in a minute.

Half a guinea, ain't it?

I won't take your money, Mr. Merlyn.

He's gone.

Now clear out.

Maybe he was hoping for something else under them breeches.

[ Chuckles ] [ Door closes ] -Mary?

-Hannah.

Whatever's happened to you?

I'm such a fool.

So, will you tell me what has happened?

I can't.

You'll think I'm very stupid.

I won't.

You're anything but stupid, Mary.

I came to Launceston with a man.

But he left me in a bedroom at the inn.

He made sure I'd have him and then he left.

So, who is he, this man?

Hmm?

Jem Merlyn, I suppose.

I care for him.

But I wish I could tear out how I feel and trample it into the dirt.

Oh.

Shh.

You're all at sea.

Love's the curse of too many women.

To fear nothing and desire nothing, that's what it is to be free, Mary.

Was there never anyone you cared for?

You never married?

It wasn't God's path for me.

There's Mr. Davey.

We'll drop you back.

Mr. Davey, see if there's a blanket.

I suppose you're disappointed in me.

I'm disappointed in myself.

Tonight I see a different Mary Yellan.

Here.

Get out of these wet clothes now.

Thank you.

To flout what is expected of us and cast aside the customs of the age requires great strength.

And yet I have shown the weakness of a woman.

You followed your desires, and they were thwarted.

Would you feel differently if the man in question had remained to complete the act?

I suppose I should be grateful that he left.

I hate myself for how I feel about him.

I don't want to be like those other girls.

FRANCIS: You feel yourself as different.

You leave her be.

She isn't different.

How old are you, Mary Yellan?

20.

You're nothing but a chicken with the broken shell still around you.

You'll come through your little crisis.

You have no need to shed tears over a man encountered once or twice.

You will forget him very soon.

You will learn the things that really matter.

You've gone over it with the rest of them?

I will.

-They understand?

-Of course they do.

And they'll be there?

-HARRY: They will.

-Joss?

Put the maps away.

Don't do it.

What is it you want me to do, huh?

Want me to say no when he's already threatened us?

Is that it?

No.

Maybe you could say you missed the ship.

Couldn't you say that, Jossey?

Eh?

You could say that.

Old man.

Time to go.

Mr. Davey...

I found out that my uncle is a wrecker.

He lures in ships with false lights, then murders all the crew.

He was drunk last night.

He told me everything.

So, the landlord talks when he's drunk, does he?

Yes, sir.

Have you told anyone?

Jem Merlyn knows.

I believe my uncle is planning to wreck another ship soon.

So, will you bring the magistrate?

I've spent this very evening with the magistrate and customs officers.

They have confirmed the king is sending down a coastguard.

There will be watchers on the cliffs in a chain that will be very hard to break.

Wrecking will cease.

Smugglers must leave or perish.

So, my uncle will be caught?

If there is evidence.

I love these moors.

They're like survivors of another time.

Climb Rough Tor before sunrise and listen to the wind crying through the stones.

Then you will feel God.

Would you drop me at the turning before the inn?

I'd like to get back without my uncle seeing me.

Of course.

Sir.

Where the bloody hell have you been?

It's not your business where I've been.

Maybe she's been talking?

I have, and I've told them everything about you.

You think you know it all, don't you?

You don't know nothing.

You want to dress like a man, hmm?

You'll come and do some man's work.

We have to leave, then.

Move on somewhere else.

Perhaps it's for the best.

FRANCIS: I have business to attend to first.

HANNAH: Then we must silence those who will be a threat to us.

[ Gunshots ] BASSATT: You have a choice to make.

Turn king's evidence against your brother or pay the price for both of you and hang alone.

You're mad!

I'll show you who's mad, girl!

I wish I could have spared you this.

What are you doing, Joss?

MARY: Your brother thinks he's coming here to kill him.

Whatever my uncle may have been to you, he is inhuman now.

He is my husband, and you won't talk of him like that.

Joss?

FRANCIS: There's no longer any need for pretense between us, Mary.

We can be frank now.

That's right.

You sleep now.