[Crowd Cheering]
[Cheering Continues]
A good blow, Sir Arthur.
Someday I'll learn never to wager against you.
May I speak with Your Worship?
I found him, Your Worship. I found him.
- Where? - Near St. James's Gate.
He lives with Amos Kidder, a gunsmith.
- Amos Kidder, eh? - Yes, Your Worship.
- Wait for me outside. - Yes, Your Worship.
~~[Man Humming]
## [Humming Continues]
- Grandfather? - Aye, Ben?
Why do they say I have no name?
- Who says it? - The boys at the school.
I fought one for it yesterday.
I'll fight them all if I must.
Aye, Ben, you'll have to fight-
fight all your life, belike.
- But why do they say it? - You're young yet, Ben.
Where's my father and mother?
Dead - both of'em. They died in India.
Is that why they say I have no name?
Because my mother and father are dead?
Ben, when you're older you shall know the whole story. Now look here, Ben.
Any fool can make a firearm...
but only a craftsman, one that the user can trust.
You'll learn the gunsmith's trade...
and someday the shop will be yours, for I'll not live forever.
[Chuckles] Think of it, Ben.
The gentry comin' in and orderin' pistols and no better in the land.
I'll make pistols, none better.
But I'll shoot them myself.
- Good morning, Master Kidder. - Good morning, Your Worship.
- Do you remember me? - Aye, Your Worship.
Why haven't I been informed that my brother left a son?
No, no, no. This is my son - my own.
Don't take me for a fool.
Look at him. The Blake eyes, the Blake chin-
And the Blake temper too.
Come, man, the truth. It'll do you no good to lie to me.
Aye, he is Sir Godfrey's son, and my daughter Bessie's.
That's better. Now then, what do you call him?
- Ben, Your Worship. - Ben, eh?
Well, Ben, how would you like to live with me at Breetholm?
A gunsmith's forge is no place for a Blake.
Plague take me, you have the blood, even if you were born on the wrong side of the blanket.
You'll be brought up as a gentleman.
No handle to your name, perhaps...
but horses and a servant of your own and all the rest that goes with it.
Begging Your Worship's pardon, I'd like to keep him here with me.
Would you deprive the lad of his birthright?
No, Your Worship. I know his father was a gentleman.
And his mother was a lady - by her gifts if not by birth.
But he's mine. I brought him up since he was a tiny baby.
Can you read?
No, Your Worship.
'Tis a writ naming me the boy's guardian...
and charging me with the responsibility of his welfare.
Get the boy's clothes.
Well, my dear, here he is. Your new mistress, Ben.
Mistress, Arthur?
Naturally. I expect to give the boy something to occupy his time.
- [Arthur] The stables I think. - Arthur!
The lad has pride, just like his father.
Oh, the pattern fits. You'll be surprised how well it fits.
Godfrey would take nothing that didn't belong to him.
If the lad is the same, he'll be only too eager to work for his keep.
Well, speak up, boy.
I will take nothing that is not mine.
Well spoken.
A true Blake, you see, in speech, manners and pride.
That'll be all, Purdy.
- Oh, Paddy. - Yes, Your Worship?
This lad is young and green. I put him in your charge.
See if you can make a stable boy out of him.
Yes, Your Worship.
[Arthur] There's no question about it. The boy is Godfrey's son.
[Woman] I think I know why you want him here.
- Do you, my dear? - Because he is the rightful heir to Breetholm.
- Nonsense. - And you're afraid that someday, somehow, he'll prove his right.
You know as well as I do, there's no record of Godfrey's marriage.
None except Godfrey's own record while he lived.
He could do nothing dishonorable.
[Arthur] My noble brother-
he always made fools of his women.
And now, my dear...
shall I tell you why I want that brat of his here?
As a gift to you.
His presence here will remind you of his mother-
the woman Godfrey preferred to you.
[Horse Blusters]
We cleans the harness. Then we eat.
Here.
Take it to bench yonder and mind you don't drag it in dirt.
[Horse Whinnies]
[Harnesses Clattering]
I told you not to dirty it! Now we've twice the work!
Fight me, will you? There!
- Paddy! Give over! - How 'bout that?
Give over! You wanna kill him?
- Master put him in my care. - I'm master in this stable...
and there'll be no beatings, hear?
He's calling for his chestnut mare and Miss Isabel's pony.
Go and saddle 'em.
Ben?
Ben, lad, are you bad hurt?
- I'll kill him. - Oh, no, no, no.
No talk of killing, Ben.
I worked for your father, and I loved him.
We all did. He let a man be a man...
whatever his position.
From now on you're bound to Sir Arthur - his servant for life.
He can do with you what he will...
and he'll always have the law on his side.
You'll have to make the best of it, lad.
- And if you're wise, you'll submit like the rest of us. - No.
Aye. You'll learn as you grow.
[Chuckles] Come to my cottage when you've finished your work...
and my wife will give you a good supper.
[Hoofbeats]
[Doorbell Rings]
I ran away.
You're limping, lad.
- Are you hurt? - A stone in my shoe.
Why did you run away?
He - He made me a stable boy, and I've been beaten.
- God forgive us. - Why does he hate me so, Grandfather?
Because you're bred true. Because you have the blood of the family.
Because he knows that it's only the lack of a parson's blessing...
that makes him cock of Breetholm walk.
He shakes in his ugly boots every time he looks at you.
I'm not going back.
No. No, you can't go back.
We must leave before he finds you're gone.
We'll sleep on the road tonight.
And tomorrow it'll be new names, a new life.
And the money I saved will be good for a start.
Get some bread and cheese from the kitchen.
How will we live when our money's gone?
I'll find work. There'll be other gunsmiths.
Work for a wage in another man's shop?
I've done it before. I can do it again.
- What could he do if he caught us? - You'd go back to Breetholm.
And you, Grandfather?
Men have been branded and jailed for less.
You'd risk that for me?
You're the beat of my heart, Ben.
Come. It's late, and we have a long road ahead of us.
No. We're not leaving.
- I'm going back to Breetholm. - Ben, what are you sayin'?
He said I was a Blake in all but name.
I'll show him.
I'll take whatever he has to give me, and I'll mark it down.
And someday when I am master of Breetholm, I'll give it back.
He can do with me as he pleases...
but I'll never submit.
Say good-bye to me, Ben. My tongue's stuck.
- [Whinnies] - [Indistinct]
Well, we're almost ready, milord.
- The vixens have whelped a splendid lot of cubs this year. - Indeed?
'Pon my soul, I don't believe I've yet presented my daughter. Here she is.
- [Chuckling] - Or shouldn't we be interrupting?
- [Chuckles] - This is my daughter, Isabel.
Lord Tarrant. Lord Tarrant rides with us today.
- Your servant, Mistress Isabel. - Your servant, milord.
- Mr. Hobart of Foxcroft Hall. - How do you do, milord?
- How do you do? - I'll give you my black mare.
She's light, but well up to your weight.
Where's that rascal Ben? The mare should be here by now.
I'll go, Father.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
[Hammer Tapping]
Why isn't the mare at the house?
She's an arbitrary female. She lost a shoe and kept it a secret.
You'll never learn, will you, Ben?
- What? - How to be civil to your superiors.
I'm always civil... to my superiors.
Now you grow rude and impertinent.
You women are all alike - accusing someone else of your own failings.
Mistress Isabel, your father is waiting for the mare.
She's ready. I'll bring her out.
Master Hobart, tell my father I'm not well enough to ride today.
- Oh, I say. I mean, what- - Just say it's a headache.
I shall be quite recovered at tea.
Huh. Well, it's good to know when you're going to get over them, isn't it?
You didn't say you were sorry I was ill.
If you are, then I am.
You presume to think I feigned a headache to stay here and talk to you?
I didn't say that either.
What think you of Master Hobart?
I like his clothes.
Would you like to know a secret?
He's asked for my hand.
Well, it's only to be expected.
I've noticed him handling it at every opportunity.
It should make your father very pleased.
Whatever put that in your head?
That which puts things in most people's heads - observation.
Then you've been observing me with him.
- Yes. - Were you not jealous?
Jealous? One has to be in love to be jealous.
You haven't answered my question.
Nor do I intend to.
Please, Mistress Isabel.
Answer me! Are you jealous?
You lout. You impertinent, unruly clod.
Of course I'm jealous, you little fool.
I'm jealous of anyone who touches you or even looks at you.
I'm jealous of that idiot Hobart, of your Father, of even-
even the house servants.
I'm jealous of anyone who can be near you.
Now have I answered you?
- Where have you been? - The mare had a shoe loose, Your Worship.
- She would have thrown it at the first fence. - Huh.
- Well, assist His Lordship to mount. - Yes, Your Worship.
[Clears Throat]
[Grunts]
You clumsy fool!
My apologies, milord.
## [Classical]
A beautiful evening, Mistress Isabel.
- Ben. - Sir Benjamin.
What are you doing here?
Dancing.
But my father-
You must be mad.
It's quite possible.
Follow me.
~~[Continues]
- You shouldn't have done this, Ben. - I had to.
You looked so lovely, I couldn't keep away.
- You're a fool, darling. - Darling?
Only a slip of the tongue.
What makes you so confident I won't call my father?
- Because you love me. - Do I?
For all you know, I may be just amusing myself. Just-
- Ben. - Even in jest, you mustn't say things like that, Isabel.
Tell me that you love me.
Say it.
- Say it. - I love you, Ben.
I do love you.
That's what I had to hear before I go.
That's what I had to take with me.
- Before you go? - Yes, I'm leaving tonight.
But you can't.
I don't want you to go now.
- Isn't this enough? Isn't it? - No.
I want my birthright. I want Breetholm.
Don't you see, darling? It's - It's being here and yet not having what is mine...
being near you and not being able to be with you always.
I want all the world to know that I love you.
Just wait for me, Isabel.
Wait? I - I don't understand.
You will one day, when you are my wife.
Promise me that too.
- Ben. - Yes?
When you find the way to become master of Breetholm-
I'll find it.
you'll find the way to make me your wife.
Go into the house.
Come with me.
Light the lantern.
I intend to teach you a lesson, Ben.
You're hot-blooded, and you will find trouble as long as you live.
I mean to teach you how to handle yourself-
the manly art of self-defense-
so in the future you will always be able to give as well as take.
Have you ever fought with your fists, Ben?
- Yes. - I don't mean vulgar scuffling in the stables.
- I mean according to the rules of the prize ring. - No, sir.
Take off your coat, and your education will begin.
Your first lesson - Never be taken unawares.
Call yourself a Blake, will you?
Pose as a gentleman, will you?
[Purdy] Open the door! Open the door!
Open the door! Open the door!
Stop! For mercy's sake, stop!
Why are you doing this for me?
Ben, I have no right to tell you this.
After all, he is my husband.
But I am sure, as sure as we hope for salvation, that he's robbed you...
that Breetholm is rightfully yours.
I have no proof, Ben, except what is in my heart...
and what I remember of your father.
But proof there must be, and someday you'll find it.
And when you do, I want you to know that I will help you.
Why?
Because, had my prayers been answered...
you would have been my son.
Here's the clothes you wrote for. And a fine bargain I made.
- Have you news of a ship? - There's one out of Bristol tomorrow...
- for Portagee Brazil and Spice Islands. - A merchantman?
Aye. A brig of nigh 200 ton. Her name the Tropic Star.
But you'll be weak to try it, Ben.
How weak do you think I am?
He walks feeble, but he don't stand feeble.
Look.
I let him think I wasn't as well as I am.
Remember what your grandpa said.
You was only to run for last ship when flesh and blood can stand no more.
- You speak for my grandfather, Pale Tom? - Aye.
- Will you listen for him too? - Aye.
Flesh and blood can stand no more.
[Door Opens]
- What is it, Ben? - My business is with him.
What business, Ben? I must know. Is it killing?
- Not unless he tries it first. - Oh, Ben, I beg of you.
If you so much as touch him, he can have you hanged.
- I know that. - Is it worth throwing your whole life away?
Till this matter is settled, my life means very little.
He keeps a pistol in the table drawer by his bed.
Is this what you're looking for?
If you put that away, I'll fight you fair.
You really think I'd soil my hands on a stable boy?
You were ready enough to soil them when I couldn't hit back.
I've been very patient with you, Ben...
but I'm afraid it's hopeless.
I've done everything in my power to help you find yourself. Apparently I've failed.
You've broken in here and threatened me, your master, with assault.
It's jail for you, my lad.
A few years in Bristol Newgate should teach you your place.
[Footsteps]
- [Knocking] - Come in.
- [Knocking Continues, Door Handle Rattling] - Well, come in, you fool!
[Glass Smashing]
[Arthur] The window, you fool!
Light the candles!
Open! Open!
Has thy grandson been here?
Put out the candle.
Sit over there.
He's coming.
[Man Laughing]
[Laughing Continues]
Are they after you?
Follow me. Listen. Mind the tap, will you?
You'll be safe here, sir.
But you'll go to jail if they find me with you.
- I was born in jail. - [Door Opens]
[Footsteps]
[Knocking]
[Man] Open, in the king's name!
[Knocking]
Oh, go away, will you?
- Open the door! - Be quiet, for the love of mercy. I've got a gentleman here.
Does he want the whole street to hear?
Gentleman? We're looking for a rogue.
Well, look somewhere else.
You're frightening my gentleman.
[Laughing] All right, doxie.
This is all I have.
- I don't want it. - Take it. I have work for you.
What can I do, sir?
Can you learn the exact whereabouts of the brig Tropic Star...
and the true hour she'll sail?
There are sailors who will tell me more than that.
- Do you know the gunsmithery near St. James's Gate? - Aye.
There's an old man works there, by name Amos Kidder.
He wears silver-rimmed spectacles...
and he's likely to have stubble on his chin and kind eyes.
You best watch out for the king's men who'll be about.
Tell the old man that I love him, that I'll see him when I come back from the Indies.
Aye.
I'll go now.
I'll lock the door.
Stay quiet till I come back.
[Bell Tolling]
Shh.
It's nearly time, and you've a clear road to the dock.
Did you see my grandfather?
They've taken him to jail.
- Then I stay in England. - No. No, you mustn't. He said so.
- You saw him in the jail? - They know me there.
He said- I- I have it by memory-
"Tell Ben he can serve me best by going to the Indies...
"and coming back with his fortune.
"Gold will unlock every door.
"He can't get me out if he stays...
and they'll hang him sure for what he did. "
That's what he said.
- Where's the Tropic Star? - Off the old sugar docks...
barely a stone's throw from here.
And the tide's within the hour.
What's your real name, Your Honor?
Don't call me that.
My name is Ben. Nothing more.
What's yours?
Isabel.
- Why do you look so? - Nothing.
I know it's too fine a name for a girl like me...
but my mother gave it to me meaning no harm.
No name could be too fine for you.
Oh, do you mean that, sir?
You think it means nothing to me that you likely saved my life?
- And no reason? - Oh, yes. I had a reason.
- What? - You won't laugh at me?
I could never laugh at you, Isabel.
Because you're a gentleman-
the first that ever came to my door.
Maggie Martin, now, at the corner-
she knew a clerk of the king's court once...
and she's talked of it ever since.
She's got a silver ring and a carpet...
and a drinking mug with roses painted on it...
fit for a queen.
But she never knew a gentleman.
Oh, it's time you were going now, sir.
Please, sir, could I walk with you to the corner maybe?
I'd like Maggie Martin to see us together.
Then she'd know you'd been here.
Who were he?
The Duke of Roehampton.
Stowaway, sir. Just found him in the hold.
- Can you use an extra hand, Mr. Grimes? - Aye. That I can, sir.
- Have you ever been to sea? - No.
You'll learn.
Your first lesson is that you'll always call me sir.
Set your gallants and royals, Mr. Grimes.
Aye, aye, sir. Gallants and royals! Look alive!
You, Caleb Green, lay aft and sit up on the weather vane.
Aye, aye, sir.
- What's your course? - Nor-norwest.
Mm-hmm.
You're a full point off your course.
Keep awake!
Why did you deflect the compass last night?
What are you talking about?
You know what I mean. You changed it, and I took one from the mate for it.
- I wanna know why you did it. - Aye. You've a right to know.
You see this?
I noticed it before.
"D." "D" for debtor.
Fifteen years in the swamps of Guyana.
Fifteen years in the hot irons because I owed £10.
My crime was having no money.
Mine was having no name.
I wanna know why you changed the course.
If you look at the charts, you'll see there are islands to the southwest of here.
- Yes? - There's a fortune to be made in those islands.
I heard the tale from Spanish sailors that touched there long ago.
Oyster pearls bright as the moon and big as your fist.
A fortune for the man that dares try for it.
Why do you think I shipped in this stinking tub? I've been waiting three years.
Begged and starved in the gutters of Bristol for a berth like this one-
a ship that would sail these waters.
If there's a fortune to be picked up so readily...
why haven't the Spanishers come back?
They made a bloody record when they were there.
The islanders were peaceful enough at first, but they finally arose to drive them out.
There was a massacre, and only a few of the Spanishers escaped.
- Have the islanders forgotten? - Aye. I doubt it.
You mean to chance it alone?
Aye, I'll chance it... to wipe this clean forever.
- You're going to desert when we get to the island, huh? - Aye.
And if you breathe a word of this to a soul, I'll kill you.
You aloft! Stow your gab and get on with your work!
You heard me?
Aye, I heard.
And don't concern yourself.
I'll say nothing for a very good reason.
I'm going with you.
Land ho!
- Where away? - Two points off the starboard bow!
[Captain] Land? Here?
There ain't any on the chart...
unless we're 50 knots west of our course.
[Grimes] There's strong currents hereabouts.
[Captain] Or perhaps it's a magnetic variation.
Stove in me ribs. I've got more dirt than that under me toenails.
Nay, there's a big island beyond.
- 'Tis a cloud. - No, look!
'Tis inhabited. I can see the marks of cooking fires.
- We'll not take water there, Mr. Grimes. - Belike they're peaceful, sir?
Nay, I've been warned of the islanders hereabouts.
Bloodthirsty cannibals, every one.
But we'll seek an anchorage and lie to for the night.
- Up a point, Mr. Grimes, and put a man in the chains. - Aye, aye, sir. Up a point!
Look! She's leaving.
Aye. We've burned our bridges.
[Birds Chirping]
[Men Chattering In Native Language]
[Barking]
[Speaking Native Language]
Europa!
[Native Language]
- The Spanishers. - Aye. We're in for it.
- [Native Language] - Wait!
Give me your pistol.
[Men Murmuring]
[Native Language]
Ah!
Not as big as your fist or as bright as the moon...
but she'll do for a start.
- Well, hello. - [Chuckling]
- [Speaking Native Language] - Where did you come from?
- [Native Language] - What's your name?
[Laughing, Speaking Native Language]
I'm diving for oysters.
[Native Language]
Maybe you can tell me which ones have pearls in them.
I think I'll call you Eve.
I don't believe she's ever heard of Eve.
Well, perhaps you'll present me.
On my island those are valuable.
People who have them can buy much breadfruit...
pawpaw, poi.
[Chuckles] She thinks I mean we eat them.
I'd best teach you English so you'll understand.
- It's growing late, lad. - The pearls will still be there tomorrow.
So will the girl.
I'll try the deeper bed.
[Laughing]
Hey!
[Laughing]
Human mermaid.
~~[Drums]
~~[Men Singing In Native Language]
## [Continues]
~~[Continues]
## [Rapid Drumming]
This time you won't get away so easily.
[Giggling]
- Where are you going? - You expect me to stay?
- You should have told me, lad. - I didn't ask her.
You looked at her. In these islands 'tis the same thing as asking.
I'll tell her she must go.
- That would be foolish, Ben. - Why?
The old chief told me ours was the first ship to touch here since the Spanishers left.
That was seven years ago. Might be 20 before another passed.
You mean we - we might be here for life?
Aye. We might.
[Speaking Native Language]
Eve-
How can I explain to you?
No bride was ever more beautiful.
L- O- V-E.
Love.
- Love. - Yes.
M - E.
Me.
- Me? - No, no. No. Me.
Oh. Me.
Yes, that's right.
Y- O- U.
You.
- Oh. You. - Yes.
Me. You.
- Me. You. - Yes.
Man. Woman.
- That's right. - [Laughs]
- Sea. - Yes.
- Earth. - No, no. No. [Chuckles]
Sea. Sky. Earth.
Me, uh - [Native Language]
[Repeats Word]
[Repeats Word] Uh, stupid.
- Stupid? - Yes.
Oh, me... stupid.
[Shouting In Native Language]
[Native Language]
Caleb! Caleb, it's a ship!
It's come! You were wrong, you old porpoise!
A derelict.
- He want go away? - Aye.
- Why? - [Native Language]
- Why? - He's sad when he thinks of his homeland.
No, no. There is vahini - a woman.
[Native Language]
It's hard to explain.
Someday he'll tell you all about it.
No be sad.
Ship will come sometime.
No. I shall be here for the rest of my days.
I know ship come.
I ask sea send it.
Well, that's the last of the derelict.
[Native Language]
They want know what for?
You tell 'em I make knives, hatchets. They'll see. Very good.
[Native Language]
- What this? - It's to eat with.
[Chuckles] No, no, no. Like this.
- [Laughing] - Why?
Go on. Try again.
No. I am too stupid.
No, perhaps I'm the one that's stupid. These things have no place here.
- I am so... proud. - Why?
You have done much for my people. And they know it.
You see how they all come to you now...
and ask if they should do this or do this?
Even Feenou.
- They make you chief if you say. - [Cannons Firing]
[Cannons Continue]
This time it's no derelict.
- Eve- - You will go.
- If you stay out of pity, I will throw myself in sea. - But, Eve, I-
I can only be happy if you are happy.
They will not land.
I told them it would mean that spears would be thrown.
It is better for your people if no more white men come here.
They want fresh meat and water. That I promised them.
[Native Language]
She's a Dutchman homeward bound for Rotterdam.
We sail on the ebb, two hours after sunset.
She'll fire a gun when 'tis time.
I've something for you.
My share. I'll have no need for them.
I don't understand. What do you mean?
It will help you buy your estates and clear your name.
This is the fortune you've always wanted.
Aye, I've always wanted a fortune.
Now I've found it.
I'm not going with you, lad.
- Are you going to stay here the rest of your life? - Aye.
You thought I was mad when I told you about the island.
You were right. I was then.
Mad for riches, but I didn't know what they were.
Now I have found them and wisdom too.
No, I'm not going with you, Ben.
And I don't envy you.
[Chattering In Native Language]
[Cannons Firing]
[Cannon Fires]
[Native Language]
~~[Chorus Singing]
[Native Language]
~~[Continues]
~~[Ends]
Good morning, Your Worship.
Good morning.
Well, who's waiting?
Milord Havistock, sir. He insists on seeing you at once.
He thinks he should be made a knight commander of the Bath.
I don't. I told the king so.
[Laughs] Who else?
Colonel de Forest, sir. He wants you to use your influence to-
Ah, London is full of colonels who want brigades...
and bishops who want to be archbishops.
- Who else? - A goodly number of the usual, sir.
And, oh, a sailor, sir. A common seafaring man...
who claims he has a tale to interest you.
Tell him to take his tale somewhere else. I've no time to waste.
But begging your pardon, sir. I told him to go. He laughed at me.
He said to give you this, sir.
Huh?
Hmm.
Well.
[Whistles]
Well, 'tis an interesting calling card.
The others can wait.
Tell the sailor to bring in his tale.
Yes, Your Worship.
[Chattering]
Please, please, please. One at a time.
- Please, milords and gentlemen. - But I've been waiting for hours.
This way, my man.
[Angry Murmuring]
I'll give you five minutes.
- My time is not to be wasted. - So I heard.
- That's why I came to you. - Compliments are a waste of time.
I was told that you're a man of influence-
- in parliament and in the courts. - I won't deny it.
That you can buy titles or pardons, make men or break their enemies.
- Come to it. - Do you know Sir Arthur Blake of Breetholm in Wiltshire?
Aye. He gambles on the exchange.
Well, he's my uncle... and my enemy.
Boil me, but you've chosen yourself a hard one.
He is also a usurper, since his title and estates are rightfully mine...
by inheritance from my father, Sir Godfrey Blake.
Godfrey! Aha! Yeah, I knew Godfrey.
A buck. What do you want of me?
Breetholm - my right to it confirmed in law.
That's simple. Why come to me?
Because it isn't so simple. There's never been any proof that my father was ever married.
And you believe you have any rights?
And that isn't all. I'm wanted by the crown for an attempted assault...
against Sir Arthur while I was still his bonded servant.
- A hanging offense! - I knew that when I came here.
Fry me if you're not a buck too.
Sit down.
Now, you want to be confirmed...
in a title and estates to which you may have no legal right...
and to be pardoned by the king for a hanging offense?
- Aye. - Aye. Well, 'tis a modest request.
If you feel it's beyond your powers, I can go to someone else.
No, keep your chair.
It might be arranged.
But, uh, it would cost...
I think more than you can afford.
Is there enough there?
[Chuckles]
[Stammering]
Which reminds me that my fee will be £2,000.
I'll pay you 5,000 if you ask it.
Boil me, sir, will you haggle with me?
When I make a price, I hold to it.
[Chuckles]
Now I want some details. Your father was Godfrey Blake, huh?
- And who was your mother? - Bessie Kidder.
Yeah. Where were you born?
In the city of Bombay in India. My father took my mother there.
- Without a parson? - That's what they say.
Ah, it's a hard nut, Ben.
Perhaps too hard even for my jaws to crack.
Your enemy has the law on his side...
which wouldn't matter a threepenny bit if he didn't have power to go with it.
Do you understand me?
I'll have to deal with men of his own kind-
arrogant lordlings and stuffed gowns-
who'll be much more likely to favor his case than yours.
Yeah, they'll be against you...
because they know that 'tis only a sham that keeps the likes of them up...
and the likes of you down.
The sham of blood.
And the truth is, a man's a man, whatever you name him.
Well, come back in a month.
No. No, I'll take care of these.
Yeah, they'll be safer with me.
You don't trust me?
Well, it seems I have no choice since I put myself in your hands.
Fry me! You've got a head on your shoulders!
- I'll have to have some money, though, to pay a few debts. - How much?
- A thousand pounds. - Yeah.
Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.
Your time's up. Get out.
Get back with ya!
You'll find him in here, sir.
I have a pistol you made for me many years ago.
Aye. Once I did the best work in the shire.
Perhaps you could repair it for me.
I've got no tools, and there's no workbench here.
- What if you were free? - Free? Huh!
That would take £40 - £40 for my offense.
God knows it was no crime.
There's none who will pay it for you?
One. One only.
But he's far away. Perhaps dead.
Can you stand a shock - a surprise?
- Aye. - You won't cry out...
but sit there just the same as though we were still talking about the pistol?
Aye. Is he alive?
Alive and well.
- Where is he? - Back in England.
- Is he caught? - No.
And he won't be. He's right here beside you.
- Ben! - Hush!
Listen to me. I haven't come back a poor man.
Put your hand beside you under your coat.
No. You're still hiding from them.
I hope to have my freedom in a month.
Then for a month it's enough to know that you're alive and that you've got your gold.
If I bought myself out now, they'd know where I got it.
Take it anyway, just in case.
Aye, in case. But I'll not use it till you're a free man.
- If you can stand it here. - I've stood it these years.
I'll make these years up to you, every minute of them.
- [Footsteps] - The turnkey's coming.
If you should want me, get in touch with Silas Jones at the George & Crown.
Aye, that was a good pistol you made me. I'm sorry you cannot mend it.
Good day to you.
[Men Laughing]
[Arthur] Herbert! Where's that wine, you scoundrel!
[Herbert] Coming, Your Worship. Coming.
[Arthur] And so I said to Lady Beeval, "You remind me of a weasel. "
She said, "Why, Sir Arthur, I thought you were a gentleman. "
I said, "Whatever gave you that impression?"
[Man Laughing]
Here is something that may please you.
- Ben! - Shh.
I don't want to disturb your father, at least not yet.
I can't believe my eyes. Where? How?
I had to see you, if only for a moment.
I'd begun to think you dead.
Later you shall know all.
Ben, they're beautiful. Priceless.
I've come back with a fortune, darling.
I've come back to claim what's mine. You haven't forgotten your promise?
No, dear, not for a moment.
[Footsteps]
That may be Father. If he found you here, he'd kill you.
He's tried that before.
- When will I see you? - I'll come tomorrow, same time.
Where are you living? Suppose something happened and I needed you?
I'm at the George & Crown in Bristol under the name of Master Silas Jones.
[Bell Ringing]
You go around the rear. You wait here.
You two inside and wait for me.
[Bell Ringing]
Drop the reins and put up your hands.
[Knocking]
Could I have a word with the prisoner? He's my grandson.
All right, gaffer. We'll give you a minute.
- Did you see Pratt? - Aye.
After trying for two days, I reached him at his own house.
Ben, he said he knew of no Benjamin Blake.
He denied flat ever having heard of ya.
Yeah, I should have known better.
I was a fool ever to put my trust in him.
Have you anything to say in your own behalf...
before the court pronounces sentence?
No, Your Lordship. I have nothing to say in my own defense.
For I am guilty of the crime charged against me.
And if I could live my life again, I'd be guilty of the same crime...
and be prepared to hang for it again.
The charge is that I, a bonded servant, attempted assault against my master.
It matters nothing that that assault was richly deserved.
The law says that I must hang for it. Beyond that, the law does not look.
If justice were not so blind, it'd be quite clear that men like Sir Arthur Blake...
should not be permitted to make chattels out of other human beings-
to use them as playthings for their cruelty and brutality.
I alone dared to defy him because we are both of the same blood...
because I suffered a personal injustice at his hands-
an injustice which is of no interest to Your Lordship or thejury.
Others have suffered as much as I - more than I.
Men have been crippled by him. One was blinded.
Others broken in spirit and soul without any hope of redress within the law...
because the law is on the side of Sir Arthur and his kind!
Your Lordship, this is treasonable!
The prisoner will be allowed to finish.
Thank you, milord.
I hold no grudge against this court. I have had a fair trial.
Your Lordship and the jury have only done your duty toward me.
But I only hope in going to the scaffold...
that I can hasten the doom of this injustice.
That the day will come when Englishmen who serve other Englishmen...
will do so as free men - paid for their work...
but keeping title to their spirits and their souls.
[Murmuring]
What the prisoner has said is interesting and largely true.
But as you point out, the justice of this court...
is rigidly confined by the law.
And so, I must pronounce sentence upon you...
for the crime of which you have been found guilty.
- The sentence of this court is- - [Pratt] Milord!
May I beg the indulgence of this court?
[Crowd Murmuring]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Uh-
The court will listen with interest to anything...
that Mr. Bartholomew Pratt has to say.
But, Your Lordship, the jury has already made its findings.
I submit that it would be outrageous to-
The court will hear Mr. Pratt.
[Clears Throat]
But what the learned gentleman says is true.
The court has already found the prisoner guilty.
On the basis of the evidence submitted...
no other finding could have been made.
The prisoner is guilty of the crime charged to him...
but only if it can be proved...
that any crime was committed in the first place.
[Judge] I do not understand you, Mr. Pratt.
The evidence has not been refuted. The prisoner has entered no denial.
Perfectly true, milord.
As I understand it...
he is charged with an attempted assault...
upon the person of Sir Arthur Blake, baronet of Breetholm.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
Then, milord, I must submit that there has been no crime...
since there is no Sir Arthur Blake...
and since the man accused of committing it...
is and was at the time of the alleged offense...
himself Sir Benjamin Blake...
- baronet of Breetholm. - [Crowd Chattering]
[Gavel Rapping]
Milord, Your Lordship knows that thejury-
But, milord, these- these proceedings are highly irreg-
Milord, I protest.
Most extraordinary statement, Mr. Pratt...
from one of your standing and repute.
I am prepared to prove it, milord.
If Your Lordship will read this entry...
from the log of the East India Company ship, Calcutta Queen...
which I obtained from the company's offices in London.
"This day, I joined in holy wedlock...
Sir Godfrey Blake, passenger, and Mistress Bessie Kidder, a passenger. "
I have also here the sworn statements...
of the mate of the Calcutta Queen who is still living...
and of Dr. Fleetwood...
formerly of Bombay and, uh, others.
[Crowd Murmuring]
[Clears Throat]
Isabel!
Well, he's won.
- Won? - Aye.
He had the proofs in court and gained his release.
Bartholomew Pratt's behind him.
No barrister in England would take a case against Pratt.
Then Breetholm is his?
Aye.
Well, don't you understand? We're ruined.
You are.
I'm not.
What do you mean?
I didn't tell you why he came here that night.
It was to ask me to remain here...
as his wife.
Not really.
Now that has possibilities.
Yes.
As a fond father, I might even be persuaded to give my blessing to such a brilliant marriage.
I'm afraid your blessing won't be appreciated.
I intend to make it appreciated.
What do you mean?
You are my daughter. We understand each other.
- Well? - I know your marriage will be a happy one.
I only hope that in your happiness you will not be tempted...
to forget your poor father now that he is broken and humbled.
- Why should I forget you? - Oh, I'm certain you won't.
I'm counting on the milk ofhuman kindness, which I'm sure you'll not allow to...
uh, curdle within you for your filial affection.
- Come to the point! - If you insist.
In case you are tempted, I ask you only to remember...
that we share one secret which might be of interest to the happy bridegroom.
- Go on. - A strange fellow, Ben-
moody and quick to take offense.
What would he say, for instance, if he were to learn...
who told me that I'd find him at the George & Crown the night he was arrested?
What would he say to that, my dear?
- You wouldn't dare. - Wouldn't I?
And even if you did, he wouldn't believe you. Why do you think he came back?
For revenge? No. For me. He loves me.
All his life he's worshipped me. He'll do anything I ask him...
believe anything I tell him, even if you were to swear to him on a Bible-
Ben, you-you mustn't believe what he says.
It isn't true, Ben. It - It isn't true.
Sometime ago, you were concerned with my education.
Perhaps now we can complete it.
It will give me the greatest satisfaction.
"And it is my wish that the estate known as Breetholm...
"shall be divided among my friends, its present tenants...
"to be held by them in fee simple...
"as freeholders and free men while they live...
"and by their heirs and assignees thereafter.
"The manor house and park...
"I give to my grandfather and dear friend, Amos Kidder.
"In witness whereof, I have this day...
set my hand and seal. "
It is signed "Ben...
"once known as Sir Benjamin Blake...
baronet and master of Breetholm. "
[Shouting In Native Language]
~~[Chorus Singing]
~~[Continues]
Eve.