Jamestown

There's a traitor amongst us. A Catholic spy.

My husband has died.

It seems as though my head has been cut off.

I shall wear black.

Christopher suggested that Samuel was killed.

This is the trait of a spy.

You gave tender comfort to Mr Sharrow.

To give comfort to any woman might need it.

Did we not search the faraway mountains together for your brother

when he was lost?

I would never act as informer.

You promised you would help us.

I want to repay you, Chacrow, I promise.

I heard you speaking with that natural. Tell me the truth.

Alice!

Your children will surely have been taken. That life is gone.

This Virginia will be kind to us. I will be beside you.

- You will see. - That Pedro taken a liking to you?

Maria? Maria had children of her own.

She was taken from them.

Give the child back, Maria.

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Just leave us alone.

How many ways have we helped you?

I gave my trust and love to Silas.

Silas Sharrow has left me in shame.

Tell me, how will I win the respect of my people back?

Why do you ask me?

If Silas will not give me what I ask

in order to answer the efforts Opechancanough made

on his behalf in the mountains,

then he brings humiliation upon them.

I must have my honour back.

As you predicted, Governor, Dr Priestly did name a suspect

he considers a Spanish spy, Secretary Farlow,

a man so riddled with debts, he might be bought by the first bidder.

You so vehemently wish it to be the Secretary, do you not?

The same man has so hastily boarded a ship to Bermuda

as if he's run away.

I have good reason to want you to keep your attentions on the Doctor.

Have you encouraged him to pursue you?

I believe Christopher wants to marry me once sufficient time has elapsed.

Let him enjoy your fullest attentions and affections

so that no man exists in your eyes but he.

The Sharrows have picked a hot day for hard work.

They tan their hides with animal brains.

It makes for exceptionally soft pelts.

The Sharrows have never been shy of advancement, have they?

They profit by their alliance with the naturals.

It's a wonder that you let them, Governor, eh?

Isn't it pleasing that the brothers trade well?

Pleasing for their own pockets, yes.

Then you must show Massinger that you are master

by taking a share of the Sharrows' profits.

If a licence were required for any Englishman

to conduct trade with the natives, a warrant granted by our governor...

At a fine cost.

I thought you were friends with the Sharrows.

I am, to Alice,

but today I am a widow in need of position here in Jamestown,

and your favour is the merit

by which everything I require is gained.

If our governor required his own counsel...

You may be my counsellor, Widow Castell,

and the world need never know it.

A licence, why?

So that they may rob us of our profits.

You think my ambition so small, Henry? No.

The trades of hides and furs is a worthwhile enterprise

only while the natives occupy the land where beasts are caught.

Are you saying it is our intention

to sweep the Pamunkey from their territories?

The ships keep coming, bringing many who seek to farm.

We must expand.

But we made a promise to the Pamunkey

that we would honour the boundaries we agreed.

We lie every day. That's what we do.

When Englishmen first came here,

they gorged themselves with no thought of tomorrow

or next week or next year.

They expected their needs to be provided,

they wallowed in England's plenty.

Military men had us battle the natives that we might subdue them,

but when the food was gone

and winter came and there was no shelters,

it was farm labourers, cowhands, carpenters

who begged the Pamunkey to feed us.

They gave us corn, showed us how to make medicines.

And yet who is our loyalty to...

...the heathens who sit on the land we need

or Englishmen who come here to create a new world?

I require every burgess present

to make an oath that what is spoken here remains here.

Silas Sharrow.

Yesterday, you laughed once.

Today, you laughed twice.

In one year, you will love me.

You have a skip back in your step, Mercy.

That's because God did not make sorrow like a rock,

he made it like rain... the sky goes black, it pours upon us,

then it passes.

James Read will likely be at church, giving thanks for his happiness.

- Why is that? - He's to have a wife come here, ma'am.

Corinna, that's her name.

Is that so?

The blacksmith has his eyes fastened upon you like a moping dog.

Take your peasant smell and your grisly stare away from me, sir.

- I meant no offence, ma'am. - Save your crooked manners.

I'd rather not suffer your sweat-stained breath.

Is there anything more suffocatingly ugly

than the envy of a lowly drudge?

I ain't never seen Mistress Castell speak down to James Read like that.

- Why's she taking against him? - I thought she like the blacksmith.

She do seem to seek him out every day,

she do seem disappointed when he ain't there.

Might I hold the babe?

Ssh, ssh, ssh!

Aye, the babe died, one week old.

The mother passed three days before. I knew it wouldn't survive.

I've met discord plenty.

That tiny child brought me to my knees.

See, this world only pretends to be kind.

That's the trick it plays upon us...

...if we let it.

Gout.

Hippocrates called it the unwalkable disease.

I can't so much as rest my food on the ground, sir!

I've never known a woman to have it, only men, usually drinking men.

You're mistaken there, sir,

for I find, should I drink great amounts, the suffering goes.

So the ale and the mead, Doctor, are the cure, not the cause.

I see the sorrow in your face, sir, yeah.

You must miss your dear companion, Recorder Castell.

A sorry loss.

A sorry loss indeed.

It's a mystery as to why he was on that river at such an hour.

Mysteries are only mysteries to them that are ignorant.

Am I to take it that you are not blind in this matter?

I can say nothing.

The inflammation will grow worse.

It will turn raw so that you cannot leave your bed.

If you promise not to utter nor mutter a word,

I might confide in what I witnessed.

Make a tea of cherry leaves...

...and add this.

- Tea, sir? - Tell me what you know... Meredith.

No!

'And all the days of Methuselah were 960 and 9 years,

and he died.

And Lamech lived an 180 and 2 years

and begat a son, and he called his name Noah, saying,

"This Noah shall comfort us concerning our work

and toil of our hands because of the ground which the Lord hath cursed."'

Noah was a true hero of the Bible. His faith in God let him...

Pedro was a hero.

Tell the Mistress the tales you told to me, Pedro.

Yes. Tell us, Pedro.

We Kongos had civil wars many times,

from when I was a boy.

Such battles.

Ndongos fired poisoned arrows at us. They carried such axes!

We used swords and shields.

I was proud to fight...

...until the day my father's head was cut off.

But I fought on.

I was called Pedro Vemba then.

I showed the world my bravery.

I notice that, when Maria speaks, she continues to work.

When you speak, Pedro, you forego your labours.

But you were baptised, Pedro.

Oh, yes, he burned all of his idols, didn't you, noble Pedro?

When my ancestors became Christians,

they did not have to throw out their idols.

A man must love his ancestors, even when he is a Christian.

Silas!

Silas, Silas!

- Silas! - Alice!

I fell asleep on the ground in the field.

So I...

- Where's the baby? - He's gone!

Chacrow was here, in the woods. He threatened me.

I didn't realise that's what he was doing at the time.

He warned me, and I fell asleep, and I'm sorry I fell asleep!

- Chacrow took the baby? - Yeah!

If he took the babe to adopt him, then we must bargain with him.

If it was done as an insult, to provoke us, then we must fight.

Chacrow helped me search for you.

Opechancanough believes that I owe the Pamunkey a debt.

They want me to serve as a spy in Jamestown, but I refused.

I'm coming with you, Silas.

I ain't going to let you leave me behind.

I ain't a boy no more! I'm a Sharrow.

I want to play my part and fight.

I ain't letting you tell me no.

You ain't ready, boy!

We need you to look after Alice, Pepper.

I am ready! I ain't a boy!

Have you a remedy for waking?

Can't sleep. My eyes close but they might just as well be open.

Camomile and lavender.