Jamaica Inn Page #4

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When the brains are out,

the body dies, Merlyn.

And I needn't remind you

that in this little organisation,

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!

(Seagulls cry)

Hey! What?

Come back. What on earth?

- Now, what do you think you're doing?

- Let go!

Don't be a fool. 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.

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?

BOY:
It came out of the cave.

Suppose you ask your brother

to take you for a nice row? Follow me?

- Rather!

- Can I go, too, Harry? I saw it first.

No, you cut back

and tell Joss everything's lovely. Run!

Dandy, you go and get some rope.

This way.

(Harry whistles)

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, you did save my life.

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

- A tall order for a desperate character like me.

- No doubt.

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

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.

- You're responsible for me.

- I am not.

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

You can't deny that.

When we're safe in Truro,

I shall put myself in your hands.

- Oh, please be quiet.

- Oh, cheer up. We'll be there by...

(Whistling)

SALVATION:
Take the little book.

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 it yourself?

DANDY:
Ladies first, I always say.

- What can we do?

- They know we're stuck.

They must have seen the boat drift out.

HARRY:
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. 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. I'll 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 and your shoes.

- 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.

DANDY:
What about the girl?

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... 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.

(Jem whispers) Here it is.

- Keep it up. They're going.

- It's no good.

- I'm going.

- Hang on to me.

SIR HUMPHREY:
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.

- I told you...

Dowland, I want money just as you do.

I can't be Squire Pengallan on nothing.

- Why are you short?

- That lad of mine.

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

- Take him to Dr Mackintosh.

Give the doctor my compliments.

Ask him to look at the leg. Pay 3 next time.

- Thank you, Squire.

- Give him a receipt, Davis.

- But I warned...

- The receipt, Davis.

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?

I know him. I was there last night.

He'll be glad to help us. Come on.

This is the fellow I mentioned, Sir Humphrey.

Burdkin. A rank radical.

DAVIS:
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 and on your side I won't be

while you take that tone.

Next 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

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.

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 Honour.

It's my roof. I've complained to Mr Davis about it,

but he takes no notice. It 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.

I'm the only man under the rank of marquis

who ever gambled ten years at White's Club

and kept his estate

out of the hands of the moneylenders.

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.

- Where have you been?

- Swimming.

- For our lives.

- Er... Who, er... Who is this?

This is Jem Trehearne.

We got away from Jamaica Inn last night.

It's a horrible place. It's nothing better than

a den of smugglers. They'd have murdered him.

- She saved my life, sir.

- Well, this is extraordinary.

We need your help. My aunt's still there.

If you only knew...

You must tell me the whole story,

but, first, we must find you some dry things.

Oh, Mrs Black, take this young lady upstairs

and see if you can find her something to wear.

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