Man: Part of him knows
the power's real.
Announcer: Legion. All new wednesdays at 10:00.
On fx.
Fx presents taboo.
Brace: What is it you're looking for?
The nootka sound treaty.
I may need to prove to a tribunal that the land was
acquired by treaty and not by conquest.
Pettifer said if Delaney wanted to trade
with the Indians at nootka,
the only merchandise you could possibly use would be gunpowder.
Cholmondeley: Where the fuck are we? My new factory.
Cholmondeley: Well, I have a theory that the introduction
of several barrels of saltpeter
can cut the leaching stage down to four weeks.
There is only one place where once can find refined saltpeter.
The warehouse of the east India company at wapping wall.
And I'm planning a robbery.
You tell carlsbad my name.
And who is carlsbad?
James: Carlsbad is the head of the American society
of secret correspondence in London.
At all times your life is in our hands.
As is your name in mine. Carlsbad.
James: And if they invited us both, then they probably know.
Who knows?
I challenge James Delaney to a duel.
To the death.
Do you accept?
good morning.
The gypsy woman owns this island between two parishes.
It is tradition that she offers duelists a little token of good luck.
Three shillings each for Heather and goose feathers.
This is not a fairground.
Gentlemen,
a slight has been perceived, and one of you seeks satisfaction.
Which?
Here is my pistol for inspection.
This is my second, Mr. hope of Trinity Lane.
May I see your pistol?
Can we please get on with it?
This fog is pestilential.
Where is your second? James: I don't have one.
The code requires you have a second. Don't have one.
Let's just say this woman is yours and she is late.
Could you not find a boat like a normal person?
I was bored and I've never seen a man shot before.
Why don't you go and stand over there by the fire and keep warm?
Referee: Duelists stand apart with the attorney between.
Thoyt: No lack of faith in either party but...
I need payment in advance.
Referee: On my instruction,
the duelists will take up position at the points.
Anyone firing a outrance
will be fair game to be shot.
You will duel to first blood...
To the death!
To first blood...
According to the Irish code
of 1777.
Any man wounded will be tended by the doctor.
And no second shot will be fired by either gun.
Gentlemen, take up your positions.
The aggrieved party at the nearest point.
When I drop this handkerchief,
you will walk towards each other.
And at a time of your choosing,
there will be a polite exchange of bullets.
Dear god, have mercy on my soul.
Satisfied?
My apologies.
That was an excellent shot.
I can only assume that your second is a company man.
Since he failed to load a ball in your pistol.
Dear god.
It would appear that my life is more precious than yours.
Good day.
You have ash on your hands.
Where is the maid?
I sent her out.
For champagne or potatoes?
Or both?
So how did it resolve itself? Did you both see sense?
No.
I shot him.
Between the eyes.
And a host of devils flew out of the hole in his head and down the river.
In that event, it would be potatoes, wouldn't it?
Simple sustenance.
Life goes on.
Before you drink any more, could you tell me what happened?
But in the event
of a messenger having to tell you
that he had killed me?
Well...
Champagne.
All the wild possibilities.
In truth, neither is the case.
It was void.
How?
Go and wash your hands.
No need for any more questions.
Not when half of London will be retelling the story anyway.
So I shall hear through gossip.
As I hear about you.
So, how was the party?
Well, he was entertaining.
And how did you end up in the duck pond?
She was legless. She tried to catch a salmon with her feet.
If he stayed to eat the eggs i boiled for him,
he would hear my story of last night.
Soldiers in red.
Soldiers in blue.
Running by the window.
Out there on the foreshore.
Stopping river traffic and searching
every barge going east.
You see, miss bow, last night there was a robbery.
From the east India arsenal.
Ingredients for making gunpowder stolen from under the company's noses.
Insurrectionists, they say. Frenchmen.
Though not one of them spoke French.
Hmm.
The company have already stated those involved will hang.
The lady and I will take our breakfast on the foreshore this morning. Thank you.
And when they come,
let them in.
You can open every door.
We have nothing here to hide.
You will hang.
They will catch you and hang you.
I need you to bring me the trunk with my father's belongings today.
Explain how you will not hang.
Explain to me why you crossed the river to watch me get shot.
It was shallow and i needed a better view.
Your turn.
The saltpeter we stole
had already been sold to the royal Navy.
So it belonged to the crown.
So therefore, the prince regent has an excuse
to prosecute the company for negligence,
as the powder was in their charge at the time.
Well, the company can cause me a lot of difficulties.
But only the king can have me hanged.
The crown will choose to make a deal.
So I will not hang.
Look, I am very happy to admit
that I don't want James Delaney to die.
But can you also admit that you don't want James Delaney to die?
You'll get me my trunk, today. That's your business. All right?
I don't want James Delaney to die either.
Who are you? I'm winter.
They say he's a devil,
but not to me.
He promised to take me to America.
Yeah. If he lives beyond sunset.
Man: Check the barrels, all of them!
Man 2: There's got to be something here.
Search everywhere.
Man: Come on. Get them off!
Get below! You! Check the bilges.
Nothing? They can't have just vanished.
What's this?
Sir, they're empty. Apart from rats and river water, sir.
Carry on.
You've had a fall.
You probably don't remember who you are.
So let me remind you.
You've been following me, haven't you?
Now, are you king or are you company?
Hmm?
It doesn't matter.
Hmm. Now there's nothing up that road for you apart from death.
And anybody like you.
So you run along and tell your friends
how you almost lost your heart.
Love thy husband, look to thy servants,
Cherish thy guests...
Now, hal, to the news at court for the robbery lad.
How is that answered?
How is it answered, Mr. Delaney?
The company is looking.
I think the prince may be amused.
Cholmondeley: All these chemicals I ingest
chase lines of Shakespeare out of me sometimes unbidden.
Which brings me to that rather delightful woman you were at the party with.
An actress, she told me.
Is she yours or...
Could a chemist call upon her?
For tea or something?
Show me the cargo.
Brace!
Brace, can you come and help me?
What the hell happened here?
Brace: Bloody soldiers raided the house.
Did you hear me shouting?
Can't you see I'm busy?
Where's James?
How the hell should I know?
Brace.
What's the matter?
I thought he'd burnt that damn trunk on the foreshore along with everything else.
It would float,
slip it into the ebb tide and let the river take it.
Or it could burn.
You know what's inside it? Aye.
The truth.
If it was up to me, I'd burn it.
Less chance the river might bring it back.
I've asked the weasel for some sail cloth to cover it against the rain.
I've already breakfasted on a little of it.
The quality is exceptional.
Almost as good as the bat shit distillations of Burma.
Why don't you just fix the roof?
Because a canvas sheet will protect the powder perfectly well and be much cheaper.
And you think she's beautiful?
Cholmondeley: Who?
The actress.
Mmm.
Not only is she among the large number of women i would sleep with,
she's also among the much smaller group of women who I would masturbate over.
Well, this is fun, isn't it?
So can I call on her or not?
No.
So she is yours.
Given the quality of the saltpeter, how long will it take to make gunpowder?
Four weeks. And I'll need an assistant.
Hmm.
I need you
to fetch me a ship sail to cover my delivery.
Go. Stay.
Sit. Sit there.
I haven't told that boy anything.
I didn't think it safe.
The sacks of saltpeter in the barn were stolen.
Why burden him?
They were stolen from the honorable east India company.
All right?
Now anybody who knows of its whereabouts
but does not report it
is liable to hang.
So, you are now one of us.
Your apprentice.
Lick.
Lick your finger.
Now, gentlemen.
Before I go, on the subject of confidence
and betrayal.
I hear that the company are offering ten pounds
for any information. Hmm?
I also know that one of you
has already considered collecting.
But let me be very clear.
I know which one of you it is.
And I want you to know
that there will be no place for that man on my ship
when we sail to the new world.
Because he will be of no use to me...
He will be of no use.
For he will have no thumb.
Hmm.
I am inside your heads, gentlemen.
Always.
Two pounds for broken doors and smashed windows.
James: Hmm.
Damn soldiers.
You owe me, Delaney.
Now.
There are reports that say that some of the robbers were women.
But only the company were aggrieved.
So no one can take you to the clink
or to the poultry tower.
So, if a company man
comes calling,
they have no legal jurisdiction,
so you get word to me.
And I will deal with it in my way.
And in return...
You choose.
Ah.
James Delaney is laughing at us.
The crown, Coop, the prince,
are all sniggering at us, hmm?
Talk of prosecutions for negligence,
investigations.
Talk of complicity.
And all the while, sniggering behind our backs.
Can you hear it? Coming down from regent street?
We know who.
We know why.
We just have to find out where.
Now we can use every resource we have.
Every resource.
We are richer than god.
I blaspheme with impunity
because the company is at my heel.
Now we've screwed maharajas, we've screwed moguls,
and this man, this man
is merely a London mongrel.
So...
Come on!
Ideas?
Who's helping Delaney?
Quick, bill! It's Pearl!
Where's he making the powder?
Get his knife!
He'll be east fucking India.
Let it be known along the wapping wall,
it was the work of the devil Delaney.
Torrent downloaded by RARBG
Ready?
Good boy.
What the hell are you doing here?
At whatever the hell time of night it is.
I thought I heard an explosion.
No.
All is well.
Be careful.
Making gunpowder and being careful are good bedfellows.
What?
What do you see?
He's just scared of you.
Everybody's scared of you.
Thankfully.
Did you find out how much the company are offering as reward?
Work faster.
Steady as we go.
Good boy.
what the hell are you doing?
No.
The letters your father wrote to you are beautiful.
They are?
How would you know that?
Because I read them.
Huh? Have you even looked at them?
No.
Pictures and paintings from all over the world...
The oil on the page is burning very nicely.
Thank you.
I am looking for a particular document.
A treaty. That is all.
A treaty between my father
and the nootka Indian tribe.
A treaty in which nootka land was bought
for gunpowder and lies.
Along with my mother.
His first wife,
who he bought for beads.
And when his wife would not play the Spanish Princess
or the Italian countess,
whatever it was she refused to play,
he had her sent to bedlam insane asylum.
Aw...
You never bought a soul for beads?
Coop: I'm told your majesty has some paperwork regarding the east India.
Uh...
Some little scotsman in the war office
who wants to crawl up me arse
dug it up and brought it to me.
In time of war,
a failure to secure his majesty's gunpowder against the enemy
is a criminal offense.
The same goes for saltpeter.
Now you wish to charge the east India
with negligence. Worse.
We could allege potential complicity within the organization.
Then we can send in inspectors.
We need to shake the impasse.
Why do you always look down your nose at my plans?
I'm not.
We should prosecute over the lost saltpeter.
You are jealous of the little scotsman.
No, your highness.
So, improve on the little scotsman.
Hmm. A charge of negligence
would be action against the company.
And strange would be able to accommodate it
or allocate blame as he chooses.
A warehouseman or two would hang.
I have begun to believe that it might be more effective
if we went after sir Stuart himself.
The night of the robbery, I...
I found these
In a bottom drawer.
Who the devil is George chichester?
"Sons of Africa"?
Clerk: Excuse me, sir. Sir?
No one is allowed in here.
There has been an outbreak of cholera.
I am immune.
Tell your doctor I'll be waiting for him downstairs.
Personally I question the miasmatic theory of cholera,
but even so it's wise to take precautions.
I'm assuming this disease is of your own making.
So many soldiers and company men treading heavily in your footsteps,
I thought I'd make this place a little less attractive to them.
That's why we've also moved down here.
I'm busy. What do you want?
You have something I need.
The blockade at sligo is running short of gunpowder.
The Irish are being prevented from running fishing boats.
The bell men and the newspapers
tell me that there is a new source
of prime grade powder in town.
No royal charter required.
I'm afraid i don't have any powder.
You ride the hendon road three miles.
There's a pond called the source.
Beyond that an area of low land.
Hatchett's ground, they call it.
A tannery. A windmill...
And hidden just beyond that, a cattle farm.
With a water wheel.
No organization is water tight, James.
You're just lucky it's our pot
the informant pissed in, and not the company's.
But we do offer better rewards.
Our guns will fall silent in 10 days.
We need powder in eight.
That's not possible.
Yes, it is.
Ask your chemist.
Mr. cholmondeley.
Ask him about the French experiment.
Cholmondeley: The French experiment was... How can I put it?
Entirely French in conception and execution.
And therefore a total disaster.
It was John company, i think,
and the king who'd just attacked Mauritius,
and the French needed powder in a hurry.
So the foolish fucking French
added chlorate to the mix.
And?
Well, viewed purely from the standpoint
of making gunpowder very fast, it was a wild success.
However, if you add chlorate,
you have to stir
and stir and stir,
and not stop stirring.
Round the clock.
You need shifts and men,
and even with the constant, careful stirring, even then,
even if you do everything correctly
to the finest degree, still, potentially...
Boom.
As in your premonition.
The French blew Mauritius almost in half.
And where do we get this chlorate?
No, no, no.
You need to ask a far more important question, which is,
where will you get a chemist insane enough to work for you
if you decide to add fucking chlorate to these vats?
We either get the chlorate,
or we will all hang in about eight days.
You would risk the life of your son for chlorate?
He is, isn't he?
James: Mm-hmm.
They have your name, Mr. cholmondeley.
They have your name.
And you will be first on the list of their conspirators.
How do they know so much?
Hmm.
Get the chlorate. Yes?
I will get you men.
Zilpha: James.
You said his name.
In your sleep.
You said his name.
Get him out.
I want him out. Out.
Get him out. Out!
That's right, good girl. Spit him out.
Spit, spit, spit him out.
Zilpha: No, no, no, no, no!
Aah!
You need a priest, my dear.
Coop: Come.
Mr. George chichester, esquire.
I don't.
In the day?
Or the night.
For nine years, Mr. chichester,
you have been writing to my office on an annual basis.
Every year on July 10th.
July 10th is the anniversary...
Of the sinking of the sloop, the influence.
Not the ship's real name, of course.
Its name was changed and papers altered
when it took on human cargo
in the port of cabinda.
280 souls.
120 men,
84 women... Yes.
Yes, and what is your... And...
What is your... And...
Sir.
76 children.
All lost.
Drowned.
And what is your interest in the sinking?
Did you have relatives aboard?
Mr. Coop, even though I am black,
I am not related by blood to every slave stolen from Africa.
So, "the sons of Africa."
You write on their behalf.
I write on behalf of humanity.
As a man concerned with injustice...
Against your people.
Against people.
For nine years you have been campaigning for a royal commission
to investigate the drowning
of these 280 slaves.
Which you say was done deliberately.
It is my belief that some very powerful men in London
were involved in an illicit shipment of slaves
for personal profit,
were complicit in the deaths of those slaves
and in the subsequent concealment of the facts.
And you believe that those men are senior directors
within the honorable east India company?
Yes, I do.
Well, then, Mr. chichester, i have some good news for you.
From the prince regent himself.
Wilton!
To be continued, gentlemen.
Did you receive the box of bananas i sent you...
You will improve your game.
You have to improve your fucking game.
Those bastards at the palace
have opened a royal commission
into the sinking of the influence.
The influence? Why?
It's a personal campaign.
A stab in my ribs.
You will deal with it. Hmm?
You and the Africa desk, hmm?
A commission is not the king,
so they can't subpoena,
so you will deal with it
and treat them with disbelief.
They have appointed some educated blackamoor
to prepare the evidence.
Now, you take your coat off, go into your office
and you write to him.
Offer him full and unfettered cooperation
on behalf of the honorable east India, hmm?
No, no, no.
"Full and willing cooperation."
Yes, sir.
And, then...
I will tell you which papers to burn.
Sir.
Man: There's a Mr. Delaney to see you, madam.
He came from the river, he's in the garden.
If it's someone you fuck, please check if he came from east or west.
In the east there is cholera. You can catch it from fucking.
It isn't.
And there isn't.
And you can't.
I will have your gunpowder in eight days.
Powder?
Yes.
Dumbarton said the need was very urgent.
Then it must indeed be urgent.
Mmm.
But if your business is not gunpowder, what is it?
My business is the deal.
I sent word of your offer
with my own recommendation
that we accept. Accept what?
Nootka landing ground
in return for the tea trade to canton.
Hmm.
And safe passage through your blockade.
But you must sign the treaty
before you leave London.
Hmm, well, that would require me to trust you.
Hmm.
Based on mutual self-interest.
Trust requires a little time.
Something we have very little of, Mr. Delaney.
What's this?
Books from a Mr. cholmondeley for miss bow.
Oh.
Came by post with a letter.
She obviously has an admirer.
Hmm.
She asked me a lot of questions today.
And do you give her a lot of answers?
I told her nothing.
And yet you have so much to tell.
Oh, we need some more coal for my fireplace.
It's freezing.
Why would we do that?
This is the Delaney household.
We have no warmth here.
Mr. cholmondeley is not a suitable man for you.
Oh, no, no, absolutely not, he's...
You must keep him all to yourself.
I shan't hinder your advances.
Zilpha, my love.
My love.
This is a holy man of god.
He is practiced in removing
and discouraging demons.
Your husband reports a barbason has been visiting you.
There is a ceremony of exorcism which can eradicate the barbason.
It is a very short process. And quite inexpensive.
I told the priest how he visits you.
No.
He visits you. No, no, no, don't!
Will you at least acknowledge
that he visits you... Go to hell!
Goodness. A slight thing she is, but fearful.
Yes, I see it, I see it.
Is there somewhere we can pin her down?
Stop! Stop it.
Exi ergo, transgréssor.
Exi, sedúctor,
...christo, quo nihil...
Christo, invenísti
de opéribus tuis:
Qui te spoliávit...
...qui regnum tuum destrúxit,
qui te victum ligávit...
Ah... Et vasa tua...
You see these
blemishes?
It is the evil coming to the surface.
It's almost done, my love.
Exi ergo, transgréssor.
Exi, sedúctor...
...persecútor. Da locum, diríssime,
da locum...
In nomine de patris,
et filii,
et spiritus sancti.
Amen.
Can we untie her now?
Leave her a few moments.
Let her reflect and recover.
will you come to bed?
Yes, of course. I'll be up in just a moment.
Zilpha: Teach me.
Guide me.
Zilpha?
Captioned by media access group at wgbh
I am a very dangerous man
to know.
Announcer: Taboo. All new Tuesdays at 10:00 on fx.
Who do girls want to have sex with more than anybody?
Jugglers. Ju--
dudes who can, like, juggle things. I know what a juggler is.
Sunny. All new, wednesdays at 10:00.
Only on fxx.
Announcer: Man seeking woman.
All new, wednesdays at 10:30.
Only on fxx.
You know, i wonder if I have any musical talent.
Announcer: Baskets.
All new Thursdays at 10:00. On fx.
Man: So, is he crazy?
Man #2: I think he believes he's mentally ill.
But at the same time, part of him knows...
The power's real.
Announcer: Legion.
All new wednesdays at 10:00 on fx.
Take an hour of his time.
Wow. Look at Stan's yard.
Someone's been busy.
Clearly not in ours. Maybe Henry can do some work today.
Yeah.
I forget your back is always bad this time of year.
Only when there are leaves--
when did you wash this last?