Making of Captain Clegg Page #2

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Well, he didn't tell us,

of course, being dead...

but I think it was the

marsh phantoms. The what?

The marsh phantoms.

People around here don't believe

in them. Say they don't exist.

That's during the daytime, of course.

At night, if you ask them to go

for a walk across the marshes...

you'll find that they'll have

something more important to do...

like bolting the door and

going to bed. Old wives' tales.

I'm sure you know best, Captain.

You say the Squire

discovered the body? Yes.

Where do I find him?

He'll probably be in the church

saying his prayers. Shall I take you?

No, I'll find him. As you wish.

Thanks, matey.

You out of your wits? Bringing

him here, risking all our necks?

I brought him to pay his last respects

to the swab that gave us all away...

the late Tom Ketch.

He's off to see the Squire now,

won't be back for quite some time.

We're getting rid of this stuff.

Wait a minute.

That's the best elm.

I don't mind lending my

coffins in a good cause...

but I'm not having them smashed up.

Lovely bit of grain. Throw

the liquor in the creek.

Smash up the kegs, get rid of it.

By whose orders, Mr. Rash? By my orders.

We were told to wait, Rash.

We'll wait so long, we'll have

a rope around all our necks.

Get rid of it.

Mr. Rash?

Since when have you given orders?

Well, I thought with all those...

There's no need for you to think.

I think for all of you.

Is that clearly understood?

As you say. Exactly.

As I say...

the goods will be delivered tonight,

in the usual way: At midnight.

What about the revenue men?

There's a chance

they'll be gone by then.

Well, supposing they're

not gone? I don't like it.

I'm not interested in whether

you like it or not, Mr. Rash.

Just as long as you do as I tell you.

You've been in this trade long enough

to know we all have to take risks.

It's all right for him. He's done

very nicely out of it all these years.

Yes, very nicely.

He's taken all of his fair share...

and squandered it on food

for those who were hungry...

and clothes for them

that didn't have any.

All right, Mr. Mipps. Now listen.

Spread the word, the King's men will

not get accommodation in the village.

There is to be no

room for them anywhere.

Aye, sir.

And remember, there is

to be no violence, either.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Rash.

I heard you. Then say so.

Midnight then.

He put you in your place

properly, Mr. Rash, didn't he?

No violence.

Captain, admiring our little church?

And you've removed your hat, I see.

Are you no longer in

the service of the King?

I came to find the Squire.

But I'm also looking for

quarters for my men, Parson.

Not in here, I hope. No.

But you'll know the

most suitable places.

Yes. Have you tried the inn?

Come now, Parson. There's

only one room in the inn.

And you have taken that, I expect. It's

hardly big enough for all of you, is it?

Let me see now. There's

Mrs. Wagstaff's...

No, she's just had another, hasn't

she? Her thirteenth, I think it is.

That would be little crowded, wouldn't

it? And a little noisy, too, I expect.

Would you mind holding this

for a moment? Thank you.

Dr. Pepper has a spare room...

but he's been attending some rather

nasty cases of the plague recently...

so I couldn't really

recommend there. No.

I'm afraid the inn is

about all we can offer.

Thank you.

I think the best thing you can do

is march your men back to the ship...

just for tonight, and then

march them back again tomorrow.

We are staying the night

in Dymchurch. Are you?

I wonder where?

He certainly seemed to

keep you fellows chasing...

around the world, I must say.

Here's Squire Cobtree.

Sir Anthony, this gentleman

has been looking for you.

May I present Captain...

Captain Howard Collier,

at your service, sir.

Not the one who sank the French frigate

Lion d'Or at the mouth of the St. Lawrence?

Then you've heard of me, sir.

Certainly.

We're not so out of touch that we don't

know something about our national heroes.

Squire, I should... Your

man has been telling me...

you chased this fellow

halfway around the world.

Capt. Clegg, sir.

Capt. Clegg?

So, this is where the rascal ended up?

Yes, I flatter myself that I

gave him a run for his money.

But you never caught him,

Captain. Yes, that's true. But...

how did you know?

He was hanged at Rye, I attended

his last rites as Prison Chaplain.

Last rites?

I suppose he repented all

his sins at the last moment?

He died a Christian...

I interceded to obtain him a

Christian burial here in Dymchurch.

Well, if I'd have caught him,

he'd have a different end.

I would have had him hanged,

drawn, and quartered. Publicly, too.

I'm sure you would, but you

didn't catch him, did you?

Well, I must be... Squire?

I may take you for supper, Blyss.

Delighted. Thank you.

I should like a word

with you... Not now.

It's important. Very well then.

Join us for super. At the inn.

8:
00, sharp. You honor me, sir.

Shall I see you and your

men at Evensong, Captain?

7:
00, sharp?

I very much doubt it, Parson.

Sailors have other ways of

looking after their spirits.

"Sing a little and laugh a little"

"Work a little Spend a little"

What are you staring at,

son? I can tie that knot.

Want to be a sailor when you grow

up? No, I'm going to be a hangman.

I'm gonna string him

up and cut him down.

We may have business for you,

boy, before we finish here.

Have you all done staring?

If it's all the same to you,

miss, I'd like a few minutes more.

Imogene, Mrs. Rash wants you.

Yes, Mrs. Rash.

You slip round the back and see

if there is any more of this ale.

"Sing a little and laugh a little"

"Work a little and spare a little"

"Twiddle a little and put in the middle"

"Let's drink up all we can"

"Twiddle a little and put in the middle"

"And drink up all we can"

Harry!

You shouldn't come here.

Aren't you pleased to see me?

No. It's not right for the

Squire's son to be hanging around...

Hanging around the back of

the inn to see the barmaid.

You keep telling me that. It's true.

We'll go in then. No,

please don't do that.

If Mr. Rash should see you, I

don't know what he'd do to me.

He doesn't treat you badly, does he? No.

But he's my legal guardian, and he

could send me away if he wanted to.

If he should he guess that

we're seeing each other...

Let him guess.

Harry, give me that...

Why should he object to me?

Wouldn't he like you to marry...

the Squire's son?

Marry?

Lmogene, you know we will

marry as soon as we can.

So you said.

I do love you so. Yes,

you've said that, too.

You said that if your father

wouldn't allow you to marry me...

then we'd be married

secretly. So we will.

We'd leave here...

and go to some new place where

no one knew or cared who we were.

So we will.

Then why don't we?

Because I can't.

You see, I might be in

some danger. What danger?

Lmogene, where is that ale?

Quick! Don't let him see you.

Later? I'll try.

I thought I told you to hurry.

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