Coachman:
That place - Jamaica Inn. It's got a bad name. It's not healthy, that's why. There's queer things goes on there.
Sir Humphrey Pengallan:
Chadwick, my figurine. I need inspiration again. There's beauty!
Lady:
But it's not alive!
Sir Humphrey Pengallan:
More alive than half the people here.
Prisoner:
I don't want to hang. I don't want to die. Not yet. I'm only a boy. I'm only seventeen. You won't let them, will you? I only did what I was told. I never killed anybody. I never even went near the wrecks. So you can't hang me. You mustn't! You daren't! Because I don't want to die. I don't want to die.
Sir Humphrey Pengallan:
[
to Mary after murdering her Aunt Patience] Good clean shot, wasn't it? I'm sorry. Poor creature, she had suffered so much, but I was forced to do it! You see, she was going to tell you about me. I didn't like that. I wanted to tell you myself.
Sir Humphrey Pengallan:
[
to Mary] Bah, stop crying! Stop it, you little fool! Be beautiful! Oh, ply those tears if you like, but you must be beautiful. Well, you have to be hard now. The Age of Chivalry is gone.
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last lines]
Sir Humphrey Pengallan:
What are you all waiting for? A spectacle? You shall have it and tell your children how the great age ended. Make way for Pengallon!
Jem Trehearne:
That's women for you - save your life one minute, frightened of you the next. I guess I'm not a very pretty sight at the moment, but I don't bite, you know.
Chadwick:
I've not told Lord George.
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first title card]
Title Card:
"Oh Lord, we pray thee ~~ not that wrecks should happen ~~ but that if they do happen / Thou wilt guide them ~~ to the coast of Cornwall ~~ for the benefit of the poor inhabitants."
Title Card:
So ran an old Cornish prayer of the early nineteenth century, but in that lawless corner of England, before the British Coastguard Service came into being...
Title Card:
...there existed gangs who, for the sake of plunder deliberately planned the wrecks, luring ships to their doom on the cruel rocks of the wild Cornish coast.
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first lines]
Captain:
Can you make out the beacon light?
Jem Trehearne:
Trust me to land myself with a woman. 'Course, you did save my life.
Mary Yellen:
I hope you make better use of it in the future.
Jem Trehearne:
That's a tall order for a desperate character like me.
Mary Yellen:
No doubt.
Jem Trehearne:
Smuggler and a cutthroat; that gives it.
Mary Yellen:
Very likely.
Jem Trehearne:
Do you think there's any hope for me? Tell me, what all am I to do?
Mary Yellen:
Anything you please.
Jem Trehearne:
Well, I used to be a sailor. I can go back to sea.
Mary Yellen:
I'm not in the least interested.
Jem Trehearne:
You must be. Don't forget you're responsible for me.
Mary Yellen:
I am not.
Jem Trehearne:
Oh, yes. If weren't for you I shouldn't be here at all. You can't deny that. When we're safe in Trulo I'll place myself entirely in your hands.
Mary Yellen:
Oh, please be quiet.
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