Jamaica Inn Page #8

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- Sir!

- What?

Well, er, Chadwick?

You'll pardon the liberty.

You're not ill?

III, Chadwick?

III?

I've never felt better in my life.

Come here.

The fact is I'm, er...

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!

- Sir?

Keep the mare and bay

in good condition, won't you?

And, er, come here.

Watch Chadwick.

His mind's going.

Hm.

SIR HUMPHREY:
Drive on, will you!

Mr Chadwick.

He's, erm...

I've seen that coming along for years.

Aunt Patience! Aunt Patience!

Aunt Patience! Aunt Patience!

Mary! Joss! What's happened?

Joss is hurt.

Careful, Joss. Joss.

Mary!

(Joss coughs)

Mary. Mary, what happened?

I stopped the wreck. The men came for me

and Joss saved me and they shot him.

(Coughs)

Uhh!

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.

- 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...

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 else who planned the wrecks

and had Joss in his power.

Tonight I found out who. Mary, it's...

(Gunshot)

Aunt Patience! Aunt Patience!

Life without Patience?

Get me a drink.

Yes, Joss, yes.

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.

Er... 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 er... glad you're quiet now.

Now, come along.

My coach is not far away.

(Mary sobs)

But we must hurry.

We must hurry.

We must hurry.

HARRY:
Sir Humphrey!

And the girl's with him.

- But Joss, what about Joss?

- Come on!

DANDY:
Trehearne's gone, too.

ALL:
Joss! Joss!

SALVATION:
Harry, here! Quick!

Dead. Both of them.

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

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

What are you all standing there for? Get out!

Don't keep together. Scatter.

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 going to 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.

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...

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?

Lt'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 want to 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 1 7!

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.

(Sobs) 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.

- Where's Sir Humphrey?

- Sir Humphrey has gone away on business.

- Where?

- 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 enquiring for Sir Humphrey, sir.

Sir Humphrey is the head of a band of wreckers

who are under arrest at Jamaica Inn.

(Clock chimes)

HAWKER:
Sweet China oranges.

Sweet China.

I've put your luggage below, sir.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan. The large stateroom.

Are you the steward?

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 traveller, 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.

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.

Gangplank away!

(Crowd shout 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?

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