Taboo

He bought some land and he bought a wife.

Nootka was my mother's tribe.

This small piece of land will be incredibly valuable to the Americans.

Sell this land for a reasonable price.

Nootka Sound is not for sale.

I have something of great value to your nation,

something the British are trying to kill me for.

Someone has been brought to London to try and kill me,

and I will need your eyes and ears from now on.

You used to straighten your skirts

and march away like nothing had ever happened.

And what exactly is it that my father owed you?

All that is due from a husband to a wife.

This widow will have sole claim on Nootka

in the event of Delaney's death--

an event which may be imminent.

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Over there, a body.

Try her pockets.

It's a man.

The fishes ate his heart out.

Maybe the fishes, maybe not.

The silver tooth is mine.

Who has a blade for the dentistry?

Relax, Mr. Delaney.

You're in safe hands. Your devil saved you.

I had you followed.

My agent said that he saw some unspeakable acts.

I had to give him the day off.

Your man's in the river.

The British want you dead.

We want you alive though. That's something, huh?

You take pain like a stone.

Is that something you picked up in Africa, maybe?

How many more are left?

I gave your name to our friend.

He said something about a piece of land up there in the Pacific.

He said that you've been swaggering all around town with it in your hat

like a peacock feather.

Well, you don't appear to be swaggering now.

I need to speak to Carlsbad himself.

I need him to take a message to Thomas Jefferson

and the President of the United States.

In Ponta Delgada, Colonnade told me

that he would find me an emissary to Thomas Jefferson.

So just tell me what you want to say to Carlsbad,

and I'll stitch you up and set you loose.

No?

Interesting knife they used to carve you up.

Is that Chinese, you think?

Or Malay?

When you came in here with bits of a man's flesh between your teeth...

we kind of had a silent deal.

I stitch you up and you give me information.

Tell me what you want in return for Nootka.

What's your price?

I don't have a price.

So what do you want?

Tea.

- Tea? - You tell Carlsbad that I want tea.

Carlsbad said, "You know,

Delaney might just be crazy enough to take us all on--

the King, the Company and the free fifteen."

Huh?

Maybe she was right.

Well, you tell Carlsbad...

from me...

that I will cede sovereignty of Nootka Sound to whichever nation

offers me their monopoly...

on the trade of furs for tea

from Fort George to Canton.

A monopoly.

That's what I want.

All the tea in China.

You should have said that from the start.

Could have saved yourself a lot of pain.

And you just said...

"she"...

didn't you, when you said Carlsbad?

So now I know I'm looking for a lady.

Big berry, popping balls.

And spitting fire, what, and she will glide over Lake Ontario

and blow kisses across the temporary border

until they learn to toast the King once more.

- Your highness. - Ah, Coop.

Your highness, I have people within the East India Company.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm in too fine a mood to discuss the East India.

James Delaney, a private individual,

has recently inherited a piece of land--

Nootka Sound.

Now, this piece of land naturally affords the possibility

of a direct trade route with China.

If you care to look more closely,

you will see that the piece of land in question

lies along the line of our disputed border with the Americans.

Oh... No, no, no, God's work. Good fortune.

If the land lies on the border, it is an issue for the Crown.

An issue of war.

- And who is this man? Is he loyal? - Erm, well, we think not.

A republican?

An adventurer of very poor repute.

Stories of madness, savagery,

theft and worse.

Then, Mr. Coop...

he is a man that you will be able to do business with.

You slept in a bird's nest.

We need a carpenter.

Yeah, the door gets stiff in winter.

Shave it and it'll be loose in the summer.

- Oh... - Dear God.

We have business at the river, you and I,

but first I need to put a fresh dressing on this.

- Give me brandy and bandages. - Who did this?

A Malay with a knife and then an American with his needles.

Brandy and bandages, man.

- They'll try again. - Who, for God's sake?

So, when the carpenter comes,

tell him I want all the windows boarded up

and that river hatch, I want that closed too.

So... we are besieged.

I suppose I can use the same carpenter

to board up the windows that your father used

when he was under siege

and he can put the same old nails in the same old holes.

You can sit there with the same old gun cocked on your lap.

And when you sit there with that same look of defiance on your face,

I will ask you the same old question--

for what do you risk your life?

Can you loosen up these bindings so that I may move?

Get up. Come on.

Up. Up!

Bill, what are you doing?

- Here, take this. - Yes, boss.

No reason we can't laugh at each other just cos we're now partners.

I didn't say that you were my partner.

The word along the Wapping Wall

is you cut up an assassin and ate his giblets.

Did you bring me my guns?

Don't trust the snake.

10-bore Richardson Man Stoppers.

Same power as a musket but you can hold one in each hand.

Good. Better, better.

- All right. - So if we ain't partners, what are we?

Well, I'm a merchant, you're my victualler.

You can also be my ferryman. I can't use the roads...

not for now at least.

You see the heathen?

He's my brother-in-law.

He says the best bit of a man to eat is this.

It's tender.

Did you bring me salt beef?

- Pork. - No.

Fresh from a sloop from somewhere cold.

- Short notice. - We don't eat pig!

All right, all right.

The stuff he's brought has been on the dock for ages.

Yes, probably, but I trust him, so please pay him. Thank you.

Who are you?

French Bill.

Argh!

- You all right? - No.

Look, may I suggest Tilbury while you heal?

No, I'm not leaving London.

- Atticus, talk sense to him. - No, I'm not leaving London.

- Go home. What's that? - A boat.

- I know it's a boat. Does it float? - Yeah, yeah, of course.

- How many will it take? - Us. Where are we going?

Lincoln's Inn.

Lincoln's Inn. What the hell for?

There is a hand-written note on my desk in the attic.

I need you to deliver it to the secretary of His Majesty the King.

Hand deliver it.

Today, Brace!

- There's a Mr. James Delaney, Sir. - Oh, God.

He's with some men with guns and apparently a cannibal, Sir.

Tell him I'm dead.

He says he wants to make a will.

Fuck off.

Sir, I have news.

I said, "Fuck off!"

News of James Delaney, Sir.

Come.

Oh, my God!

The whipped hounds with their apologies.

The assassin we sent to kill Delaney is...

dead.

Delaney lives, Sir.

That's not news, Mr. Pettifer. I was aware of that by first light.

This, however, is news.

Delivered by hand from Thoyt an hour ago.

Read it.

"This is the last will and testament of me, James...

"In the event of my death, all of my possessions and landholdings

will be bequeathed..."

In severalty and in perpetuity

to the sovereign nation of the United States of America.

So, now we know, the savage boy is cunning too.

And when peace comes and this border is drawn,

it will not be by soldiers