MARY: I never thought I'd struggle with telling good from evil.

But there was once a time when I lost that certainty.

And everything I thought I knew was just a lie.

[ Bell tolling ] One autumn morning in 1821, I set off alone, to a place far away from everything I'd ever known.

I had no family left to me, except an aunt I'd met just once.

It was there I was headed.

To the ends of the earth.

To Bodmin Moor.

You need to find a husband to take care of you.

You should take Ned, love.

You know he'd see you right.

You always said if I married, I should love the man.

Have you changed your mind?

Of course I haven't.

Well, then.

My mother hid her illness from me, and her sudden death was more than I could bear.

Mary!

Marry me, Mary.

MARY: When she'd gone, my childhood sweetheart Ned did all he could to make me stay.

But I did not love him.

I thought I had no need of love and didn't know its power.

But as I was soon to learn, there's nothing so dangerous as a headstrong girl who knows her own mind.

[ Men shouting ] [ Bell tolling ] Launceston!

All out!

Smuggler, is he?

£10 of king's ransom is what he is.

£10 of good ale.

[ Indistinct conversations, laughter ] How long will it take to change the horses?

I'm going to Jamaica Inn.

Jamaica Inn?

If it's work you're after, you won't find it out there.

I'm expected.

It's my uncle's inn.

Well, you can tell your uncle Legassik says hello.

What's your name?

Mary.

It's rough out at Jamaica, Mary.

Coaches don't stop there anymore.

Be that as it may, it's where I'm bound.

I'm not afraid of hardship.

It's just the moors for 20 miles.

Some say there's ghosts.

I'm not afraid of ghosts either.

You bloody cheat!

What are you afraid of?

-Get off me!

-Oi!

[ Shouting ] Come here!

Come here!

Get ahold of him, will you?

Break it up, lads.

Break it up!

LEGASSIK: Oi!

Which one of you took my scuddlin' horse?

Will you take me to Jamaica Inn then, or shall I have to walk?

[ Gasps ] Are you Joshua Merlyn?

I'm... Is my aunt here?

Aunt Patience?

I'm Mary Yellan.

Patience!

There's a bunch of petticoats here to see you.

What is it, Joss?

Only, I was just... Aunt Patience?

Mary?

Oh, it's never you, is it?

[ Laughs ] Is my sister with you?

She's dead.

Dead?

MARY: A month ago.

I wrote to you.

Did you not get my letter?

No.

No.

She wanted me to come to you.

I've nowhere else to go.

JOSS: No, no.

No.

You can't stay here.

PATIENCE: Of course she can.

She can work for us.

Can't you, Mary?

She's a good girl.

You can see it in her face.

She'll be no trouble.

Well, that depends.

Is she tame?

Or does she bite?

They should have made this one a boy.

-Joss.

-Shut up.

Me and this girl, we understand each other.

You get her something to eat.

She's starved to death.

You mustn't mind your Uncle Joss.

There's none round here who don't respect him.

He brings me flowers, see?

Here, sit.

Brandy?

You don't drink, huh?

No?

I do.

I drink, and I drink.

Sometimes, when I drink, I talk, but if you ever get too nosy or open that trap of yours, I'll break you and make you eat out of my hand.

[ Clattering ] PATIENCE: Please, Joss.

No, I didn't mean it.

JOSS: Then why'd you say it?

PATIENCE: I know you love me.

You're hurting me.

You've seen how castaway we are.

I don't go out there.

Happy with my chicken run.

Aunt Patience, why are there no customers?

Your uncle doesn't like folk staying.

Lonely spot like this, we could be murdered in our beds.

But how can you live if there's no custom?

People come from all around, thank you very much.

The farm cottages and the mines.

Evenings when the bar is full of 'em.

So, tell me, Mary, you got a beau back there at home?

No.

He'll be along soon enough.

A man to stop you thinking straight.

Then you'll be off to church before you know it.

I don't know that I want to marry unless I really loved the man.

It seems to me too many men just make slaves of women.

PATIENCE: You'll change your mind.

Of course you will.

Your uncle says there's silk for sale at Camelford.

Lovely Chinese silk and going cheap as well.

Thought we could get down there and make ourselves new dresses.

Is it smuggled silk?

Now, listen here, missy.

Your uncle's got another mouth to feed now, so we can't go paying out for everything.

I'll starve then, if it helps you.

It was smugglers who killed my father.

Surely, you know that.

So you can't go putting money in their pockets.

Fine.

Then I'll just wear this one till it falls off my back, then, shall I?

Leave me naked to the four winds!

What do I care?

I brought this for you.

It isn't new, but it hasn't got any holes in it.

Thank you, love.

I suppose you think me dowdy.

No.

Of course not.

You need to take care, Mary, love.

You've got to fit in round here.

I'd hate to see any harm come to you.

JOSS: Come on!

Come on.

Hurry!

Come on!

Your uncle's out.

There's water to wash. You should be careful.

A man might help himself to what's on offer, if it's so pretty.

It's not on offer.

If he's any kind of gentleman, he'd know that.

Well, that told me.

And he wouldn't help himself to the ale either.

The landlord here is a brutal man.

I know the landlord.

But take it, if it makes you feel better.

I only came to check you were all right.

A horse thief came to check that, did he?

That's all I am, is it?

A common horse thief?

A man who can't find an honest trade is no man at all in my eyes.

What the hell do you want, Jem?

Is there trouble?

What, can't I come and see my own brother?

Like my new trinket, do you?

Mine.

Well, what do you want?

There's a new magistrate in Launceston, sent down -- Says he'll hunt down every man who's working the free trade.

You don't think I know about it?

JEM: Yeah, well, you should do something about it.

You need to stay quiet awhile.

And how do you expect me to do that when someone's squealing?

What do you mean?

Customs have been turning over half my bloody stash.

Now, someone's talking.

You heard anything?

No.

All the more reason to lay low.

JOSS: We can't.

We've got a haul coming up the coast tonight.

Need you to get me more horses.

And I've said no.

No?

No, Joss.

I'm your brother!

You want to see me hang?

Mary!

Get away from there!

MARY: Aunt Patience.

No.

You could have told me you were his brother.

I thought you might have guessed it from my manners.

How long you planning on being here, Mary?

Seems a waste, a maid like you.

You need to find a husband.

Everyone seems very keen to tell me what I need.

What I mean to say is you shouldn't stay here.

There's things going on here you shouldn't get caught up in.

What, like smuggling?

I worked that one out.

I'm not stupid.

Well, you are if you say it so damn loudly.

Well, it's wrong.

I know the lies folk tell themselves to make out it's no crime, but it doesn't make it right.

If I had somewhere else to go, I would and I would take my aunt with me.

Mary, whatever it is you think you know, you mustn't speak of it.

Not if you want to stay safe.

Says the horse thief.

You might be right there.

It'll probably be the death of me one day.

Here, take that nag.

I brought her for you.

MARY: I don't want it.

Well, take her anyway.

There might come a time you'd rather not be here, and if there is, you'll need her.

[ Horse whinnies ] Mary?

Mary!

[ Indistinct conversations ] [ Laughter ] Have you settled in, Miss Yellan?

Harry.

I'm Harry.

It's a treat to have another pretty face about.

Don't get many all the way out here.

Tried to run off up the hill earlier.

She didn't get nowhere, though, did you, girl?

HARRY: Bogs out there's dangerous.

Joss's brother Matthew got hisself caught up in one.

Bog was too deep to get across and pull him out.

Watched him die.

That's why I don't want you go out there.

Joss, Cakey's in the shitter.

JOSS: Patience, rags to Cakey.

Wipe his ass for him!

[ Laughter ] Stout, twins, time to go.

Thomas, you as well.

Ambrose.

Watch this one.

He rears.

You're criminal now, are you?

Here.

I don't care about the money.

I just want you.

We've -- We've -- We've business with the landlord.

He's inside.

Will, please.

Let's go.

Please.

I'm -- You're Joss Merlyn?

I -- I sail a trading route for East India Company.

We're bringing in some best French brandy.

What's that to do with me?

Well... Well...

I -- I mean...

I hoped that -- What did you hope for boy, huh?

Huh?

You'd come here and play a man's game?

Is that it?

I can tell you what time we'll be along the coast.

I'll put the barrels over the side.

We'll split it 50/50.

Can't say no to that, eh, Joss?

Ain't up to you, old man.

Now, get out!

Cakey's knocked his ale over, needs it cleaning up.

♪ Once there was a barmaid at the Prince George Hotel ♪ ♪ Mistress was a lady, and her master was a swell ♪ ♪ They knew she was a simple girl just lately from the farm ♪ ♪ And so they watched her carefully ♪ ♪ To keep her from all harm ♪ ♪ Then there came a miner, an ordinary man ♪ ♪ Bulging at the trousers with a cock like Sunday ham ♪ ♪ Down a shaft without a maid for seven years or more ♪ Don't want an idiot, eh?

How about a real man to break you in?

Get off me.

Get off me!

-JOSS: Eli.

-Get off me!

You all right?

THOMAS: Joss?

Joss?

We've gone to hell!

Stout and the twins have been busted.

Legassik caught them.

We never got to the beach.

The haul's still there.

Say sorry to the girl.

I beg your pardon.

Everybody out!

Harry, get the horses.

THOMAS: There's revenue all up the coast!

They's had a tip-off, sure as hell.

JOSS: Patience, bring the hooks.

We've got to get the haul off the beach.

MARY: I'm not coming.

No, you'll come or you're staying with Eli.

Help me.

Don't you give me judgment for something you don't understand.

[ Hoofbeats ] Get off!

Now!

Go to the road!

Go to the road!

[ Hoofbeats ] That's Merlyn's men we saw.

They can't have got far.

Stay sharp.

Zephania didn't show.

Told him not to.

I thought it was him who was snitching.

What about Abe?

Abe didn't turn up either.

No word, nothing.

When we're done here, I want you to drag Abe out of bed and bring him to the inn.

Come on!

Come on!

Mary!

Here.

Is it silk?

My aunt may have it.

JOSS: Come on!

Abe.

Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe.

Where you been, Abe?

I ain't been nowhere, Joss.

That's why we had to ride all round the countryside looking for you.

I's sick!

That's all.

I's sick.

Go home.

You.

[ Indistinct conversation ] ABE: Joss.

I swear to you, Joss.

I was sick.

That's all.

Never...Joss.

Never.

I would never lie to you, Joss.

I would never betray you.

It wasn't me.

I told you.

I swear to thee on my mother's grave, I ain't no snitch, Joss.

Then how'd the revenue know we were coming, hmm?

Hmm?

I had to cut Zephania out because I thought it was him that was snitching.

I don't have many other choices, Abe!

[ Indistinct talking ] Their boys, they'll talk or they'll hang.

ABE: It wasn't me.

I never did nothing.

JOSS: Then who was it?

ABE: I don't know.

JOSS: Why would you lie to me?

I didn't lie, Joss.

I swear I didn't lie.

JOSS: Why would you lie to me?

I half believe him.

It's up to you.

MAN: Do it.

I've known this man all my life.

He has a wife and child.

ABE: No, Joss!

No!

[ Choking ] [ Thud ] Shh!

JOSS: What do you want me to do with him?

[ Door closes ] [ Carriage departs ] MARY: Aunt Patience?

Please.

JOSS: Your aunt's cooked breakfast.

Sit and eat.

We saved a spot of cream for your bread, too.

Joss, do you want some more?

It's good.

Aunt Patience, please.

-I need to talk to you.

-That's it.

They brought a man in here last night.

Mary.

I know he was in here, and I saw the rope.

I think that my uncle killed -- Do you need me, Joss?

No.

I was hiding in the storeroom.

A man came and he hid in there, and I think they hung a man called Abe.

You must have had a dream and got confused.

But you were there and you heard them and...

I didn't dream you face.

Oh, this?

I did it to myself.

I tripped up on the cobbles outside and fell down in the water trough.

You saw me do it.

Mary?

Mary, where you going?

Mary!

We have to tell someone.

Tell them what?

There's nothing to tell except what you dreamt.

Don't you come here making trouble for me, girl.

I'm trying to save you!

Can't you understand that?

I don't understand what kind of hold he has on you.

I know you're afraid of him.

Of course I am.

So should you be.

But at least I've got your uncle to protect me.

It's the other man.

The one that hid.

He tells your uncle what to do.

He's the one that hit me.

Who is he?

Can't.

He'll kill me.

We have to put an end to this.

I'll tell them you're not involved.

Mary, you're not going to the law.

We feed you, don't we?

I'll send your uncle after you.

I'll send your uncle to fetch you back, Mary!

Excuse me.

Is there a constable here?

Constable, eh?

There he is.

Eli Brown.

I'm Francis Davey, the vicar of Altarnun.

I'm Mary Yellan, sir.

Do you wish to speak with me, Mary?

Mr. Davey, you can't make stew inside a church.

My sister Hannah.

Mary Yellan.

And Beth, who helps us at the vicarage.

Pleased to meet you.

Hannah, Mary wishes to speak with me, so perhaps you and Beth might leave us alone.

Oh, no.

I'm just... HANNAH: You're new to our parish, Mary?

I'm at Jamaica Inn.

God's house is open to any who would hear his word.

Mr. Davey?

HANNAH: Jamaica Inn.

You're family, I suppose?

Hannah, Mrs. Trelawn has need of me.

Abe didn't come home last night.

Drunk inside some inn, was he?

I hope we'll see you at a service, Mary.

Hear him preach.

He's very good.

You won't regret it.

Thank you for not saying anything.

I mean, it's not like it's so wrong bringing back a few kegs to sell.

We're getting married.

I have to go.

JEM: Stop!

Stop!

Mary!

[ Gasps ] [ Water splashing ] JEM: Don't struggle.

Get me out of here, please!

If you'd taken that nag I gave you, she'd have kept you out of there.

Will you just -- Just get me out!

Here.

Aah!

Didn't my brother tell you not to walk the moors alone?

I don't try to listen to a word your brother said.

He'd be right about that one.

Bogs are dangerous.

Like a lot of things around here.

Including you.

Me?

I thought I just saved your skin.

Ran me in more like.

Skulking around on the moors, trying to scare me.

I know that you were there last night.

And I think that a man was murdered.

Murder would be wrong, then, would it?

Of course it's wrong.

And what if the law tells you to do it?

If you're a soldier and you go to fight the war, they tell you to kill plenty then.

So that's your excuse, then, is it?

You've been to war so now you can do what you like?

No morals and no conscience.

JEM: Mary, there's things going on here you don't understand.

You need to be careful who you talk to.

So, where are you going now, then?

Launceston, is it?

For the magistrate?

It's none of your business.

Well, you're heading the wrong way.

The new magistrate's in Launceston.

JEM: Yeah.

But he rode past half an hour ago heading west, and I'd say he was riding for Jamaica Inn.

Go!

You'll see.

When you see I've told you the truth, do me a favor.

Don't say you've seen me.

Please, Mary.

I'll come find you soon, Mary!

The magistrate has come!

Did you call him?

You girl, what's your business here?

LEGASSIK: Says she's Merlyn's niece.

Please, God, no.

Damn it!

Who told him I was coming?

I don't know what you mean.

I... BASSATT: You girl.

What do you know of the dealings at this inn?

Nothing, sir.

I only came here a few days ago.

What about the landlord's brother Jem?

Do you know where he is?

I've never met him.

You can tell Joss Merlyn I won't rest until I see him hang.

He has my word on that.

[ Banging ] Thank you, Mary.

You're my little lamb.

'Cause my Jossey's a good man, see.

You're one of us now, Mary.

MARY: I lied to the magistrate, and I can't bear it on my conscience.

FRANCIS: Mary might be our ears and eyes.

She could help us to investigate her uncle.

HANNAH: She should take care for her own skin.

JOSS: Who's here?

HANNAH: Who knows what Merlyn's capable of?

MARY: I know there's another man who gives my uncle orders.

Is it you?

What do you think?

MARY: You're a thief who stands for everything I despise.

And yet you like me.

I do not like you.