Jamaica Inn Page #2

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But I really don't need it.

If I can be of any service, please command me.

Remember, I'm Pengallan,

and this is Pengallan land.

- Don't forget, now.

- No, I won't.

Good night, Miss er... Yellan.

Good night, Sir Humphrey.

(Woman sobbing)

(Men laughing)

(Woman sobbing)

Who's there?

What do you want?

Does Mrs Patience Merlyn live here?

She might.

And she might not.

Depending on your business.

I'm her niece from Ireland.

You must have heard.

I'm coming to live with my aunt and uncle.

What?

What put that in your head?

Who told you so, eh?

That's my business.

Go and tell your master I'm here.

Aren't you going to give me a kiss first?

You'll... You'll suffer for this when my uncle's

told of it. I'll have you turned out of here.

- You'll see.

- Oh, you wouldn't be hard on us, ma'am.

- You see, your aunt would miss me.

- Get out of my way!

Correct.

Entirely correct.

I'm your aunt's loving husband,

your great big uncle Joss.

Come on.

WOMAN:
Who's there?

There we are.

Aunt Patience.

Mary. Mary, my sister's Mary.

- You know me, then, Aunt Patience?

- Yes, my dear, yes.

You're so like your mother.

When I heard your voice at first,

I thought it was hers.

And then when I saw you,

I thought for the moment...

She said you were expecting her to stay.

No, Joss, no.

But I wrote to you telling you everything.

Nothing came.

You wrote...

Mary,

you're in black.

Yes.

Mother died three weeks ago today.

(Mumbles) I'll have a drink.

How did it happen?

She hadn't been well,

but she said she must leave her bed and work.

You know how Mother was.

(Whistling)

Patience. Don't stand there yappering, woman.

Get the girl's box inside.

Yes. Yes, Joss.

No, no, Aunt Patience, let me.

Easy, easy.

Your new uncle's very particular.

He's not the sort to let lovely ladies

spoil themselves with rough work.

He knows different, does Joss.

Lively with it, Patience, my dear.

- I'll take this end.

- No. I can manage. It isn't heavy, Mary.

- You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

- Mary, don't say anything.

I've had pretty women

pay me compliments before.

Stand clear there.

There.

Our Mary's a little bit sour tonight,

but, bless you, the best of us

can't be sweet-tempered on an empty belly.

Fill it up for her.

Yes, I'll get her something to eat.

Mary, if you'll come with me.

I won't be a minute.

If you'll sit down and rest.

- I'll set the table.

- No, no, no, no.

You'll be tired after your long journey.

I'm not. Where's the cloth and supper things?

Over there in the middle drawer.

(Raucous laughter)

It's nothing. Only some late customers

in the parlour. They'll be going soon, no doubt.

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