Washington Black

Previously on Washington Black...

Fancy Mouth has a contact for us to sell the molasses.

I'm a 22-year member of the RSL.

-Like your father, Titch. -My father is deceased.

These are from your father, posted within the last few months.

His last letter was from the Arctic.

We should go find him.

Nat Turner.

But you... you and I are different.

Folk like you and I, Washington,

we know that when our eyes close, they will open again

and see a better place.

You sound like her. Kit, my friend.

See? Not so different after all.

Slave catchers. They're lookin' for a Black boy

and his British companion.

Jack Crawford. A threat to be contained.

We can help each other.

I reject you.

It's important to know who you're marrying.

To live in a skin other than one's own...

I think that given the correct amount of time,

you may be able to appreciate me in the way that I now appreciate you.

-I don't understand. -I'm more complex than meets the eye.

- -

Oi. Look at you.

Gonna be a proper toff.

Bloke like this, probably never been hungry

-a day in his bloody life. -Yeah.

But who wants to be him?

Get on with the rest of it, then.

- -Right.

This Rothburn, he wants to prolong our business.

But I cannot have my ship service a slave trader.

Not anymore.

You, you must get him to sign this termination agreement.

And it's that simple, eh?

Well, he could get a little rough,

but nothing a man like you can't handle.

Oh, he can handle it, alright.

Especially in that getup.

-What about the money? -Ah.

The rest when you return with the signed agreement.

And what's to say we don't cut your throat

and take what's there?

Never you mind, mate. We're just havin' a go, that's all.

You hired us to do a job, Mr. McGee, and we're gonna do a job.

You have to be convincing.

He has to really believe that you are me.

I'll do what I need to, mate.

Come on then.

Well, he signed it. Eventually.

Well done. I plan to leave immediately.

-Mm. -I'm off to Halifax

to meet my future bride

who will be my entree into royal society.

And here's me never having been past East London.

Well, what's to stop you?

You can keep the suit.

-You won't miss it? -I have dozens.

-Dozens? -

Money's all here. Let's go.

I'm grateful for you gentlemen. Especially you.

To play a role so far from your own part in all of it.

Astonishing.

-Paddy. - Yeah, mate?

You ever felt like you were meant for more?

I reckon.

- -

What have you done? The Guv didn't clear this!

The guild will do for you, Gordon! Do for us both!

Sorry, Paddy.

William McGee.

William McGee.

William McGee.

William McGee.

-Mr. William McGee? -Yes.

One way passage from London to Halifax.

Ah.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

Hello. How are we doing today?

The silhouette is quite flattering.

Yes, but I was hoping for something a little more modern.

I'm fully aware of the modest shift in fashion

brought on by Queen Victoria, but I like what I like.

-I hope that's fine with you. -

Two more?

We should toast John, seein' as how he got took by hunters

on your watch.

Hey, that's enough!

That's enough.

So, what you was plannin'?

To beat up on Sam? One of your own lieutenants?

It's worse than I thought.

You're drunk on foolishness.

I can't win with you. Bashed or sober.

You had your chance to win.

Now, if you're straight...

and you want to talk...

I'm listenin'.

-For you, sir. -Thank you.

"Mr. Goff, you're being played for a fool.

"McGee is not the man you think.

You will find him at the fighting docks. Willard."

- -

Come on.

Yeah, come on!

- -

-It's over! -

Get up there! Get up there!

Get up! Come on! Come on!

No gentleman would carry on like this.

What sort of fraud are you?

Come now, Mr. Goff. A gentleman minds his business.

I'm sure Tanna would agree.

Look at the way you're looking at me.

Is that how you look at her?

Is that why she feels like she has to hide her truth?

Because I'm telling you, Mr. Goff,

I am her destiny, and you, nothing.

You lied to me.

I'm the liar?

You lied about your daughter to everyone.

I think we're both better off if sleeping dogs keep snoring.

Eh, mate?

Our contract is binding.

It's one thing to harbor a runaway,

but Washington's wanted for murder!

Mr. Farrow, I can explain.

This is Erasmus' doing.

You didn't think to tell me this sooner?

You've put us all in grave danger!

- I'll see to the other boy. - He's over there.

What should we do?

They will not lay a hand on you.

I will stay and defend you.

No, you should go.

Then, we will.

Harrison deserves to see the world too.

-Don't worry, I'll get you out. - Come on, boy, we're leaving.

Go to the Half-Seas-Over Tavern.

It's a safe place.

Ask for Captain Holloway.

He sails north. He's part of our network.

Put this on, it'll help you blend in.

Go out the back door and stick to the alleyways.

- -You know he's one of the first ones

to want to do that.

I know this one would have tried to do it.

You would have tried to do that.

Look, come Fancy Mouth!

Where's little pirate?

Alright, now, go on.

Someone gone and dead?

Us, if we don't find a Captain Holloway who's headed north.

Are you acquainted?

Blue vest by the bar.

A bit of a drunk, but he's a good man, that.

Solitary. Sympathetic, too.

He won't endanger the little pirate.

Stay with her.

Captain Holloway?

Yeah?

Wash.

Sit.

You stayin' above water?

Remember, Barrington taught you to fight against the waves.

Take this.