The Scottish Dream: New Caledonia
PART ONE: Dreams and Destiny
A screenplay written in two parts.
INT. Private Club in Westminster, England. Day
WILLIAM PATERSON alone in a study (in Westminster), surrounded by books; desk and antiques (some exotic from across the Globe). He has a decanted bottle of whiskey on a small round table next to his deep green tall-backed chair. He is sat, contemplatively, looking out to the middle-distance recalling the past.
His attention is brought back sharply to an imagined figured sat opposite him. The INTERVIEWER.
PATERSON
The English? To blame? Well, [BEAT] in part maybe. In full, no! It would be easy, too simple, to justify the position of our great nation by the acts of the old enemy. [BEAT] It would be cheap. I would be creating yet another falsehood. There’s been enough I think.
Paterson reclines in his chair.
Paterson
I used to be able to tell a tall, and handsome, tale in my time. And with good reason! Those were some times. They were innovative! We were embarking on new ways to raise capital. We had vision; we had passion. We knew there was something out there greater for us. Greater for all to prosper! Not just the filthy rich English merchants – though I was one, and an important one – no, the gentleman with the tailor shop; the widow with her hopes for her children; the baker and the local clergy all realising that we ought – no, we had the right for better.
[BEAT]
God knew our souls. He knew what we had suffered with the famine and he brought us guidance. I was his instrument. There had to be a place on this world stage for our people and I had the means to find that place. Some opposed, others doubted but I knew we would succeed. [BEAT]
Paterson pauses and thinks on that last word: success.
Paterson
God’s hand was with us and guided us all the way…
A collision of different images flashes in front of Paterson. The foreboding images that summarise the factors contributing to the failures of the project: James Smyth (Merchant); Captain Pennecuik (Fleet Commander); Mrs Paterson ill on a bed; Spanish Galleons; Unruly Highlanders; a Hurricane; Soldiers carrying gold to Edinburgh castle being pelted with stones.
Holding his whiskey in his hand he seems lost somewhere. His gaze less mid-distant and more introspective.
Still in his chair, he raises his eyes to the Interviewer. Poised to say something, he holds back, relaxes, takes a sip of whiskey and takes a deep breath.
PATERSON
I should probably explain the full story. Sometimes we find ourselves taking things out of context. I’ll resist that temptation.
[BEAT]
Have you ever been to the Bahamas? No, I guess not. For a lad from Dumfriesshire the Bahamas opened up a whole new world to me. Have you ever seen the sea so still and so blue? [Waits a response] Yes, but rare. We have beauty, I know. You can look out from any window on any given day and see hope and wait for a glimpse of blue to shine through and burst the vessels in your eyes, reminding you of how beautiful this world is.
[BEAT]
But in the Indies. Throughout those islands. Every day [BEAT] blue. Deep blue, rich blue, velvety blue. The sea, the water, the air itself shone blue. I have never felt so quiet or so peaceful as I had in those days at the edge of the world. I consider myself a rational man but sometimes reason falters when too much light enters your life.
[BEAT]
Seeds were planted.
[BEAT]
From that wonderland, from those lapping shores and the beauty that enveloped me, I paused [BEAT]. I breathed [BEAT]. I asked God why had he told me to come to this paradise? [BEAT] And I waited for the answer. It never came, well not directly. I’m not proposing that our divine Lord has time for my flawed soul to furnish me with a written decree of deeds I must manifest. No. It was on the second week of my stay that a small flotilla of Spanish ships passed not ten leagues off the Easterly coast that it struck me.
Paterson inhales deeply, frustrated at the interviewer’s regard.
Nothing to do with Gold! [Anger rising]
[BEAT] There is more in the wealth in honest learned activity and the subsequent knowledge gained (if one has the faculties) than in all the Inca halls and palaces that so blight the Spanish people. Blunted is their religion to the point where wars rage across this bloodied continent for the true path to God.
[BEAT]
But what I saw as those ladened ships that passed my paradise was not gold; it was the opportunity, the future of our country. [BEAT] The dream that so many would die for. [BEAT] The first of many outposts, trading Scottish goods to those indigenous to their lands and to those colonies set about extracting the wealth from their lands. The first outpost: New Caledonia. The embryonic plan that would unveil across the globe the Scottish Empire!
[BEAT]
An empire based on commerce and free-trade, build upon good principled ideals made by stout, virtuous men from those fine weathered lands from the Borders to Argyll, from Skye to Lanarkshire. The breadth and depth of men, and women, who would come to celebrate in our glory: envisaged by this humble soul, ordained by our Lord and executed by the good people of Scotland.
[BEAT]
We would cut through the lands that part those two mighty oceans and provide safe passage to all cargo to and from the Indies. To open such a gateway for our neighbours would be a good, nah a great service indeed.
[BEAT]
I knew of such a place. That anthropologist adventurer of our time, Sir William Dampier, the man who captured our hearts and imagination with his sketches and descriptions of Africa and the Americas first described it as ever I have since imagined it. “Paradise on this good Earth could be no place else”. He was right.
[BEAT]
So: a vision; a paradise; desire and passion. Throw them all together and take me to God’s greenest place on Earth. Take me to DARIEN!
Opening Titles: High Adventure; Money and Death
Just a suggestion…!
Ext. Streets of London. Day
The bustling streets of London in the late 17th Century, a mix of wigs and muck, rich and poor. We follow Paterson in a wig as he makes his way through.
Paterson (V.O.)
I was an important man in those days. I had been in London, a great city, if the truth be told, for its opportunities and the huge number of foreigners bringing foreign goods and foreign ideas. It was the place that I’d dreamt about. The city stretching out as far as you could see. Huge cathedrals. Churches everywhere. Enough for any flock to find any shepherd of any persuasion.
Though, to be honest, the number that lay drunk in their own squalor made the good Christian in me want to turn to the Devil and pray for another fire to sweep that city one more time. And it shames me to remember how I looked at those people. How I stepped over their begging carcases to reach the sanctity of what would become my first great success: The Bank of England.
View of the imposing building of the Bank of England as Paterson’s character pauses, then strides up the steps to its main entrance, purposefully, confidently.
Int. Bank of England. Day
Paterson walks through the main front desks of the Bank of England, up the wide stairs, through wide freshly decorated corridor to a large, imposing set of doors.
Int. Bank of England Board Room. Day
Both doors fling open to the sight of a large oval table where are seated the board of the Bank of England. A variety of typical characters from the time. The room is stuffy and a window is opened as Paterson enters. Several clear their throats in a nervous manner, implying a foreboding encounter.
Governor of the Bank of England, Sir John Houblon
Err, mmm. Impeccable timing Mr Paterson as always. We are eternally grateful for all your efforts during your time at this bank and in its conception and assisting in navigating it through its trickier times. It is therefore with great heart…
Ext. Paterson walking through London. Day
Paterson strides through the streets a little less diligently but with direction still.
Head of Bank of England (V.O.)
…that we part ways due to [BEAT] irreconcilable differences. But all the same, we thank you greatly for you expertise, loyalty and clarity of mind. We wish you all the best in your future endeavours and should you ever require assistance from this bank I am sure we shall be able to come to a common ground of satisfaction for all parties concerned.
Paterson reaches a Public House.
Int. The Argyll Arms, London. Day
Smoking, choking but clean location for a Public House. Slightly unruly atmosphere but nothing intimidating, certainly Paterson is comfortable with the environment. He makes his way to a table where is sat Mr James SMYTH.
Paterson
James, how are you? Good to see a friendly face!
James Smyth
William. Did it go as you anticipated?
Paterson
Exactly as anticipated!
A knowing look is passed between the two characters. They trust each other and feel they know each other.
Paterson signals for an ale and is duly delivered one. Both smile.
James Smyth
So now what are your designs? [BEAT] Are they what we spoke about? [BEAT]
Smyth intensifies his gaze, looking for re-assurance from a pan-faced Paterson.
James Smyth
Surely, such an opportunity still exists?
Paterson begins to grin.
Paterson
Of course James! Nothing will ever deter me from my dream. The Bank of England has been a very useful stepping-stone. Nothing comes by an easy path; no one treads without breaking glass. We shouldn’t let our dreams falter or the demons in our heads raise us above our fellow man. There are many opportunities for the likes of us. We are indeed the future of this World. We know that. Let’s start a new beginning, today, here, at this table. Two friends [BEAT] loyal!
James Smyth
To friends, loyalty and DARIEN!
A clash of Ale mugs raise to the clamour of the Public House.
INT. Denmark Street Residence. Night
A clash of wine glasses pull back and the cheerful collection of merchants celebrate their inaugural meeting. In attendance: James CHIESLY, Thomas COUTTS, Jospeph Cohen D’AZEVEDO, James Smyth, Daniel LODGE, W. Paterson.
Paterson
May I just say what a pleasure it is to be joined with such like-minded merchants as yourselves.
All
“Here, here!”
Paterson
I thank you good gentlemen for requesting my small contribution to this effort to establish a Company. I hope this scheme will aid in our hopes to establish a trading company fit for the fine country of Scotland.
General mumour of approval and nods from those in attendance.
Paterson
I would like to point out though, that we do not live in isolation in this world. We are creature of the greater world. We have taken the opportunities afforded us by this great city of London. We enjoy her virtues, we suffer her sewers, but would find a world difficult to perceive and attain without her.
Here you will find the best and the worst of all forms of living. And while we dream of our ancestral lands and estates, and indeed many of us desire that dour setting sooner than others…
Laughter around the room.
Paterson
…we know this place is pivotal to our success as merchants of the seas, traders of the waves and designers of the world to come!
Severl vocal loud endorsements of Patersons words.
Paterson
Joseph here is an absolute genius when it comes to dealing within the these tricky London markets – we need his expertise, likewise for my good friend James Smyth who has a great European history of ventures and trading companies.
Repeated nodding.
Paterson
Let us neither enter this venture with our eyes closed, obscuring what is clearly in front of us. Until this Company is firmly established as dictated by our good King’s Act we are assured of nothing. I fear we have some great hurdles ahead, not least the East Indian Company.
A more sobering atmosphere takes hold of the room.
Paterson
England and Scotland are two different countries with a common monarch but there is a new future without borders, where finance brings great opportunity to those willing to take it. Above all it is needful for us to make no distinction of parties in this great and noble undertaking, but that of whatever nation or religion a man be (if one of us) he ought to be looked upon to be of the same interest and inclination.
Once this Company is established and a subscription book opened to the good people of London, Edinburgh and all the other major cities of Europe, we shall face challenges. But I am sure between us we can overcome these.
But for now, friends [BEAT], let us toast once again to the Company of Scotland.
James Smyth
Fine words William.
Chairs scrap against the wooded floor as they all raise their glasses once against. In toast.
All
The Company of Scotland!
INT. Houses of Parliament. Day
Rourcous jeering introduces the scene. The commons are in debate. The men of the house return to their seats.
Speaker of the House
The Right Honourable Thomas Osborne, Duke of Leeds.
LEEDS
Mr Speaker, it brings me great distress to find myself in such a position following news that has arrived to me of recent activities concerning a certain Scotch enterprise.
Murmours around the house of discontented voices.
Leeds
It appears that their design for such a Company involves, and allow me to avoid any confusion by reading directly from the Scottish Act itself: “The said Company is hereby empowered to equip, fit, set out, fraught, and navigate their own, or hired ships from any ports or places of this Kingdom, or from any other ports or places in Amity, or not in hostility with His Majesty, in warlike, or other manner to any lands, islands, countries or places in Asia, Africa or America and there to plant colonies, build cities, towns or forts, in or upon the places inhabited, or in or upon any other place, by consent of the Natives or Inhabitants thereof and not possessed by other European Sovereign, Prince or State.”
This Act is a travesty to the trade in this realm. It has a monopoly [BEAT to jeers] for thirty-one years; tax exempt [BEAT to jeers] for twenty-one years; they have a license to settle anywhere they wish [BEAT] but so long as they do not offend any of our European neighbours.
Huge jeers rise in the House.
Leeds
But we must be fair; we must be reasonable. For such an enterprise to exist we must respect those that already exist and already bring great wealth to His Majesty William who has great wars to be funded and fought across those same continental territories.
Against the interests of our finest trading companies; against the interest of our sovereign; against the interests of the Scots themselves, for in such an undertaking they are sure to fail.
Roars of approval
Leeds
I bring this to the house and request that this Act be mercifully put to rest such as one would an ailed and fated gutter puppy that it is!
Further roars of approval across the house.
EXT. Denmark Street. Night
Paterson and Smyth speedily make their way to the Denmark Street meeting place.
Smyth
Can the King change his mind about this Act?
Paterson
If he has a mind-to, he will change it.
Smyth
Do you think the Company is ruined?
Paterson
We can only deal with facts in front of us. Speculation is a dangerous game, we’re in it, but you need to understand what to read and when it is appropriate. If telling the future were so easy, every fortune-teller would be ruling a kingdom with his or her crystal ball. [BEAT] We deal with facts so there are no surprises.
INT. Denmark Street Meeting Place. Night
The same meeting room as before. This time a large, greater than life gentleman is sat opposite the door. Paterson and Smyth walk in.
Paterson
[Surprised] Lord BELHAVEN!
Belhaven
Things have to change Paterson. This is not going as you planned!
Paterson appears to be chastised and slightly shocked at the unexpected visit. Humbled.
EXT. Carriage ride north through England. Day.
Paterson and Belhaven travel together in the same coach. Rough and uncomfortable, the pair wince their way up-country.
Belhaven
[Sympathetically] I understand you have a lot of effort and emotion tied into this project but we must truly understand where best situated this project must manifest. It is within the heart of Scotland. [BEAT] We are a nation of great people, we have achieved much with our neighbours but it is truly time for us to take this opportunity for ourselves. Nothing will be gained by meddling with these London merchants. Yes, they are all of Scottish descent, apart from a couple, but they look for money, they look for a prosperous household but not a prosperous Scotland.
Paterson stares idly out of the window, mid-distance.
Belhaven
Do you doubt us?
Paterson
Never!
Belhaven seems pleased to have at least had a reaction. Paterson faces Belhaven and begins his new direction.
Paterson
My Lord, there is without doubt that this venture will turn the fortunes of our great nation to fresher, richer pastures. With the designs in place, the expertise from the smartest merchants and the grand and illustrious support of the great men of Scotland, I only see the challenge of when we should stop colonising this world in order to rest our feet and poor souls for a day of contemplation and thanks!
Belhaven is amused. He chuckles slightly.
Belhaven
You are as good as the best of them Paterson. I admire you. [BEAT] Many men don’t have your vision and without that they remain in the melee of middle life. You will serve us well.
Both fall silent and the carriage continues, rockily.
Paterson (V.O.)
We had opened a Subscription Book in London but no one came. It had been a disappointment but not a complete disaster. We had friends there but their hands were tied. It was always going to be difficult. I had warned it would be. I guess we are always able to convince ourselves that things are going to work out in the end.
Paterson returns the smile to Belhaven. A sincere one as he realises that things will work out fine in the end.
Belhaven is slightly uncomfortable.
INT. Private Club in Westminster, England – Day (1707)
Paterson in his leather chair. Talks to Interviewer
Paterson
Are you clear up to that point? I haven’t dragged it out at all have I? [BEAT] Good.
Well, Edinburgh proved a spectacular success. We couldn’t have imagined it.
Walter HERRIES
They came in their shoals from all corners of the Kingdom to Edinburgh, rich, poor, blind and lame, to lodge their subscriptions in the Company’s House, and to have a glimpse of the man Paterson!
Paterson turns to another chair in the club and sees Walter Herries aged like himself peering around his chair. Paterson is astonished.
Walter Herries
Please continue this is fascinating.
Walter disappears back behind his high-backed chair where he has clearly been hearing the whole conversation.
Paterson stubbles to regain his pose.
Paterson
I apologise for my old [BEAT] adversary. We tend to disagree on many points both trivial and fundamental to the time.
Paterson coughs, reaches for his whiskey, takes a re-assuring inhale of fumes and sips. The stress drains from his face. The thought of Walter Herries with it.
Paterson
Where was I? Hmm, aye, the subscription in Edinburgh. There had to be much effort carried out before that could happen. Word needed to spread throughout society. We needed everyone to invest, from anyone with something hidden under a mattress to a lost uncle’s inheritance. We had a lot of groundwork to do. We started from the ground.
INT. Edinburgh Café. Day
Bustling café, with James Smyth, Daniel Lodge and Patterson sat around a reasonable table, receiving people. Someone, who may be a member of the café staff seems to be holding people back from the table.
Paterson
Sir, good day to you. May I ask you name for the records if you would be so kind?
BRYCE
Aye. Bryce McKinnon.
Paterson
And are you expressing interest in our Company today?
Bryce seems agitated maybe a nervous problem.
Bryce
No! I’ve come here about the rats. [BEAT] You see they are everywhere. I can’t sleep at night. They scurry through the rafters, ya know. They get into my head. [BEAT] They told me things you wouldn’t believe. [BEAT] They told me of the wind!
The gentlemen look at eachother. Only Paterson retains any respect for the guys. They truly believe him to be mad.
Paterson signals to the assisting gentlemen from the café to prepare to take him away.
Paterson
Sir, I think you may have misunderstood our intention here. We are here to discuss the venture of the Company of Scotland to establish trading posts in India and Africa. [BEAT] Now, if you would be so kind?
Bryce
That’s why I’m here!
Bryce’s eyes are wide with excitement as he understands he has found the right person.
Paterson signals again to the staff member to move the character along.
Bryce
They told me they would be with you when you sail but they will leave you before you return. Beware the winds that God created for the soul purpose to remind men they have no place on the Sea.
Staff member stands directly behind Bryce.
Paterson
Thank you Bryce. That will be very useful and we shall heed this warning. The sea is indeed a treacherous place.
The staff member touches his shoulder. He snaps out of what seems a trance, stands up and walks away guided by the staff member.
Paterson and party exchange a quick glance but no more.
A lady sits down taking Bryce’s place. The men at the table uncomfortably try to rise before she sits. They fail to do so in time.
Margaret ADAMSON
A pleasure to meet you finally Mr Paterson. I do hope a woman at the table does not offend your fiscal inclinations?
Paterson
Not in the slightest madam. A breath of fresh air as I’m sure my colleagues will agree. [Beat] Are you the daughter of Patrick Adamson?
Margaret Adamson
I am indeed.
Paterson
I had the great fortune of hearing of his wonderful work yet never the joy of meeting him. I am sorry for his passing.
Margaret Adamson
Thank you. But it is the future we are here to talk about. I wonder, if I were to subscribe to this, what feels, a ludicrous venture, at what stage would I actually receive any return on the capital I invest.
Paterson’s companions exchange a look of surprise. Paterson smiles contently.
Paterson
Madam Adamson, you are clearly well versed in this financial world and are able to ask the right questions. [BEAT] The answers, though, as you probably already suspect are a little trickier. The expedition, in whatever shape it takes, will need to support the company financially and in due course dividends shall be returned to the shareholders. And handsome returns if our designs and prayers are with us.
Margaret Adamson
A little vague, wouldn’t you say Mr Paterson?
Paterson
I would not mislead you. There are risks but with the Company of Scotland making the right decisions, providing for the best maritime vessels that we can afford and provisioning them with the appropriate trading goods, I see no reason why anyone able in this land would not invest personally into the future of our great country.
Margaret Adamson
I never doubted you Mr Paterson. You shall see my subscription when the book opens in Edinburgh.
Margaret rises from the chair. All the men at the table rise with her. She leaves them with a smile and nod of appreciation
EXT. Edinburgh Subscription House. Day
Anne, Duchess of Hamilton steps out of an elaborate carriage and enters Mrs Purdie’s House.
INT. Mrs Purdie’s House. Day
Paterson and some clerks handle various piece of paper next to a large book.
Anne, Duchess of Hamilton
Good morning. Am I the first?
Paterson
Indeed, Your Ladyship, you are. And it is a pleasure to…
Anne
Aye, aye. Of course Peterson. Where’s Basil?
Paterson is slightly wrong-footed by the Duchess getting his name wrong.
Paterson
Basil? [BEAT] Oh, his Lordship! We were not expecting him, Your Grace.
Anne
Well, I was!
Lord Basil Hamilton almost falls through the entrance to Mrs Purdie’s house in his hast.
Basil Hamilton
Mother!
Lady Hamilton throws her son a glare.
Basil Hamilton
Pardon, Your Grace, I apologise for my tardiness. The streets are chaos.
Anne
You are chaos. [BEAT] Now, Peterson, [BEAT], Well? Where do I sign?
The Duchess signs and a gradual procession of other subscribers arrive and repeat the process.
Paterson (V.O.)
It has been a feat to convince the Duchess of Hamilton to become the first subscriber to the book but it was absolutely critical to the success of the project. The Hamiltons were the landed gentry and the most influential family in Scotland. They provided the wings that allowed this scheme to lift its the muddied beginnings. [BEAT] Our second was Margaret, Countess of Rothes, swiftly followed by Lady Margaret Hope of Hopetoun. Three dignified and respected lady’s leading the charge.
The men soon followed and the whole enterprise became an unprecedented success. Society, guilds, cities themselves all rolled up to the opportunity presented to them: a stake in the future of Scotland. Ministers, widows, nobles all looked to this project as the future of our wondrous land.
We raised £400,000 through subscriptions – four times the revenue of the Scottish government. Yes, a miracle. Never before had so much of any single country’s money been placed directly under the control of one individual company.
We could not fail them!
INT. Private Club. Day
Walter Herries
But you did.
Paterson looks cooly into his whiskey. He rolls it around in his hand. He looks through it, examines it.
Paterson
Failure and success. Perspective I suggest.
Herries
Take the perspective of those who lost their inheritance or life-savings to this ridiculous scheme.
Paterson slams his glass down in frustation.
INT. Milne Square (Company HQ). Night
A raucous occasion. Directors and the Company celebrating the closure of the subscription book.
Belhaven and Paterson firmly shake hands. Both a little worse for weather after too much ale/wine.
Belhaven
A fine thing we have accomplished here, would you not say so Paterson?
Paterson
Indeed My Lord, a day everyone should be proud of.
Belhaven
But it was you that pulled this off Paterson. No one else! Just you. We won’t forget that. You are the Prize of Scotland. They are writing ballads about you in streets. [BEAT] I’m rather jealous! Ha! But we have another task for you Paterson. We need to raise more money. [BEAT] Amsterdam and Hamburg for a start. If you can wield your magic there and conjure up a book or two filled with European gold, we will be unstoppable! Truly!
They both revel in the moment and Belhaven grabs Paterson’s shoulder, pulling him close.
EXT. London Streets. Day
Following a coach that pulls up outside the Denmark Street residence.
Paterson (V.O.)
The English pound has collapsed that year, due to the wars William insisting on waging. We transferred £17,000 to London to my friend James Smyth in order to take advantage of a weak pound and also to facilitate purchases in Hamburg and Amsterdam.
INT. Smyths Study. Day
Smyth opens a chest filled with cash and bank notes. He is shocked at the sight, having never seen this much money before.
Paterson (V.O.)
Some decisions you can’t take back.
INT. Carriage Ride from London to Harwich. Day
James Smyth, James CAMPBELL and John Haldane of GLENEAGLES.
Gleneagles
Are you English Smyth?
Smyth
No. It’s quite a complicated background actually.
Gleneagles
How?
Smyth
Well, I was born in Belgium and moved to Germany soon after. Lived a life in several European cities learning the languages and dialects on my way. And mastering, as best one can, some of them.
Gleneagles
Like English
Smyth
Yes
Gleneagles
Hmm. I thought you were English.
Carriage continues to rock as they make their way through the rough terrain of the English countryside.
Campbell
You’ll find James is exceptional with trade and money in many languages.
Gleneagles
Damn pleased to hear it. I’m useless.
Smyth
How did you find London Sir?
Gleneagles
Well. In fact, I found some interesting fellas there who I think would be very useful for our future endeavours. A Captain PINCARTON who seems very well versed regarding West Indian trade, as well as several Surgeons, one by the name of Herries, from Dumbarton, a rather affable chap. I’ve asked him to meet us at Harwich.
[BEAT]
For a long time there has been nothing like this that has made greater a splash as we shall see. And the eyes of the world are upon us!
[BEAT]
I’d say things are looking up gentlemen.
EXT. Ship from Leith to Rotterdam. Night
Paterson and Lieutenant Colonel John ERSKINE
Violent weather plagues their voyage to Amsterdam. The men shout to each other in order to have themselves heard.
John Erskine
We are somewhat too late in the year I fear Mr Paterson to get in the money from this European venture.
Paterson
I fear you are right, Colonel. I fear you are right.
Storm continues in the North Sea.
INT. Carriage Ride from London to Harwich. Day
James Smyth, James Campbell and John Haldane of Gleneagles.
Gleneagles
I have been informed by several well-respected individuals that there is great prospect of our getting foreign subscriptions.
EXT. Amsterdam. Coffee House Function Room
C of Scot: Paterson, Gleneagles, Campbell, Erskine
Dutch: Jacob Larwood, Henry Wylenbrock, Isaac Coassart, Alexander Henderson.
Paterson
Gentlemen, thank you for your esteemed attendance. As you all know we are here in this great City of yours in order to give you the opportunity of joining with us in our Joint-Stock venture.
Comfortable environment and mutual nods of recognition across the table.
Paterson
As such, it gives me the honour to toast you all in our current and future business together.
All cheer and raise their glasses to the toast.
Paterson
[BEAT]
And may I say, as we look to the future, the shape of the world looks more like this than it has to me ever before. Borders melting away and trade emerging as the common and conquering language that unites our disparate nations.
Dare I venture further, to a point beyond our present meagre venture, to a place on the horizon where the world is no longer ruled by the whims of individuals but by the collective interests of all people? A world without these poisonous wars that destroy lives and our trade in equal measure.
In peace we prosper Gentlemen. In peace we must build our future.
Hesitation and silence.
Gleneagles
Well-said Paterson!
All burst into cheers and another clash of glasses.
Gleneagles whispers across to Paterson.
Gleneagles
Almost treasonous lad! Careful. I know you didn’t mean it.
EXT. Two carriages pull away from Amsterdam. Day
Herries, Paterson, Gleneagles and Smyth share a carriage. Herries has his head out of the window.
Herries
“Vaarwel” little Amsterdam! Bye for noo!
Herries chuckles to himself as he pulls his head back in from the window.
Gleneagles
We were always going to face opposition.
Paterson
Indeed.
Gleneagles
In fact, we are the opposition.
Gleneagels smirks. The others join in with the smirk and turn to a mild chuckle.
Gleneagles
They may have missed out on the biggest opportunity of their lives! I mean who’s ever heard of the Dutch East Indian Company? Nothing will come of them.
Smiles all around. [BEAT] Smiles fade a little too quickly. Smyth tries to pick things up.
Smyth
I always found the Hamburgese a much more fascinating people. More open to new ideas. Dutch were always a little dull.
Laughter again in the carriage. The mood lightened. Paterson nods to Smyth in thanks for lightening the mood.
INT. Rycaut Residence. Hamburg. Day
Sir Paul Rycaut. English. Sat in his office.
Rycaut
Paterson? Here? I’ll have nothing to do with him. He’s a swindler, a peddler of lies. He’d be able to trick Lucifer himself with his stories. Is he still pitching Darien?
Rycaut Secretary
Sir, they merely wish to pay their respects and introduce their business to the City. It could be useful…
Rycaut raises an eyebrow.
Rycaut
I see.
INT. Grand Restaurant in Central Hamburg. Day
Rycaut, Paterson, Smyth, Gleneagles. Plates are cleared after a successful luncheon.
Rycaut
May I say, this meal has been adorable and your company exquisite, gentlemen. I just wish I managed to get to this place more often, it is quite a wonder, would you not agree?
Gleneagles
It is rare to find a gem such as this.
Paterson
If I may be so bold Sir. I would like to inform you clearly and without prejudice the nature of our business here in Hamburg.
Rycaut feigns shock.
Rycaut
Gentlemen, I wouldn’t pry if you did you feel it was in all interests to discuss such matters.
Paterson
I feel it is in all parties’ interests and indeed in His Majesty’s interests to discuss our plans with you Sir. [BEAT] Our designs are intended not to interfere with those designs of other interested parties who share his Majesty’s interests [BEAT] if you appreciate our position.
Rycaut
Splendid. [BEAT] You are eloquent Mr Paterson. I think if I understand you correctly we are all good servants to His Majesty. The rest of this trading madness that surrounds us to be honest blinds me. I doubt that I’d be able to add up the number of glasses of wine I drink every day, let along venture into such wild territories as you gentlemen intend.
All chuckle at Rycaut’s self-deprecation.
Rycaut
Where on this Earth are you going to head to though? I thought it had all been discovered!
Paterson
We have found a beautiful spot in Central America, named Darien by the Spanish.
Rycaut
Sounds dangerous!
Paterson
It poses no threat to the Spanish. They are not interested in this piece of land. But it could provide trade to many of the surrounding islands and ports.
Rycaut
[BEAT] Sounds wonderful. Speaking of which, have you seen the Hanoverian Princess.
Rycaut waves to the Princess and the directors gently breath in with frustration.
INT. Company of Scotland. Day
Directors: Sir Francis Scott of Thirlestane, John Drummond of Newton, James BALFOUR & James MACLEAN.
Balfour
We have correspondence from the European efforts.
Thirlestane
Well, read.
Balfour
It appears that the Dutch East India Company has closed all options for raising capital within any of their major cities. A subscription book was opened in Rotterdam but all who wished to partake were discouraged with enthusiasm, lest the wrath of the Dutch East Indian Company be unleashed.
[BEAT]
Thirlestane
And?
Balfour
Good news from Hamburg. Our trusted men have made contact with Sir Paul Rycaut and have found an old weak man and neither he nor the English have any great interest in Hamburg. They expect to see a more positive response from this burgeoning City.
Thirlestane
Doesn’t appear that they are achieving anything.
An awkward shuffling of papers.
EXT. Dockyards of Hamburg. Day
Ships in early stages of construction being built for the First Expedition.
Paterson and Gleneagles stroll along the dockyark casually inspecting the two ships being built (The Rising Sun and the St. Andrew)
Gleneagles
Fine beasts these will be Paterson.
Paterson
Aye
Gleneagles
I’ve had some worrying news.
Paterson
Oh?
Gleneagles
I received this.
He pulls a scroll out of his inner pocket of his jacket and unrolls it and reads:
Gleneagles
“We are very surprised at the receipt of a protest from London for non payment of a bill of £500 Sterling which we drew on Mr James Smyth. [BEAT] We fear further protests which reflects not only upon our credit and reputation but will cause a very considerable charge to the Company”
He rolls the scroll back up and returns it to his pocket.
Gleneagles
These fine ships we are looking at may never be finished, let alone break the waves on the open sea.
Paterson has a confused, worried look on his face.
Gleneagles
You vouched for Smyth didn’t you William.
Paterson
There must be some mistake. [BEAT] A clerical error. [BEAT] Surely not James.
Gleneagles
Well, either way, we’ll find out soon enough. I’m having Campbell pick him up from his residence. [BEAT] Now, William, can you assure me that in no way you have unfortunately become tangled up in this mess?
Paterson
On my word John! Nothing galls me more than this. If it is proved a scandal, truly our reputation here in Hamburg is in tatters. We are a fledgling enterprise, no footing. We must keep this within the company John.
A carriage clatters up next to them. Campbell jumps out.
Gleneagles
Campbell! And where’s Smyth?
Campbell
He’s fled. [BEAT] A sure sign of guilt. I’ve sent word out to Rotterdam and Amsterdam that he is wanted. He’ll not find a safe home tonight.
Gleneagles
Quietly though Campbell. If the English or the Dutch companies get wind of this, we’re finished here.
INT. Private Prison in Amsterdam. Night
The door to a cell swings open and Smyth is pushed through it. He sits on a bench inside, head in his hands.
Smyth
Merde!
EXT – Leith. Onboard the Unicorn. Day
Paterson, his wife and clerk embark. Gleneagles is onboard and greets them fondly. James Maule, 4th Earl of PANMURE walks along the docks with a small entourage.
Gleneagles
It seems that we have been able to keep the destination a secret from the English and the Dutch. Instructions are with each Captain and are to be opened as instructed. [BEAT] We really need you here to run this wretched Company William.
Paterson
No you don’t. There’s enough directors and management in this company to run all the companies in Scotland. [BEAT] I heard Panmure has made his way into the Council of Directors. Things will change now. They won’t miss me. Besides, penance for Smyth if the truth be told. [BEAT] And I know the area from a few years ago and old acquaintances that may prove useful.
Gleneagles
Well, you’re a braver man than I am! I’ll see what I can do with this lot here on my own. Your guidance will be missed.
Paterson
But put to better use elsewhere.
Gleneagles
Safe voyage my friend.
Paterson
The best to you!
They shake hands and Gleneagles makes his way off the ship.
Mrs Paterson
Are you sure about this William?
Paterson
Never more so!
They exchange comforting smiles.
EXT – Celebratory departure from Leith. Day
The sight of five handsome ships sailing off from the Leith. Sails being raised (if appropriate!) and crowds cheering “Caledonia, Caledonia!”. Families and children running around in the warm summer. Parties. Hopes high.
EXT – Onboard the St Andrew. Day
Much activity on the St Andrew. The Surgeon, Walter Herries comes to the bridge of the ship to raise concerns about provisions.
Captain Robert Pennecuik
A bonnie day, wouldn’t you agree Mr Herries?
Walter Herries
Yes Sir, the weather is rather favourable.
Cpt Pennecuik
I see a lot of great things being achieved through this venture, would you not agree Herries?
Herries
If I may, as your ship’s medical officer, I would suggest that we ought to have provided a little better in case of sickness and disease in more challenging climates.
Pennecuik
What?! Do you seriously doubt the strength of your shipmates and their ability to suffer a little tropical heat? [BEAT] The Company has given ample provision to supply these ships with precisely what is required. [BEAT] We’ll discuss this later at a more unpleasing time.
Herries consciously refrains himself from responding and instead: nodes obiediently and makes his way back to the lower decks.
EXT – Water of Leith – Day
Extended view of the fleet leaving Edinburgh and Leith on their journey into the North Sea. A boy skuttles to the top of a hill overlooking the fleet (representing the future).
Paterson (V.O.)
It was a fine and dignified sight to see those wondrous and spectacular ships finally depart our greyed shores to their hope and our salvation. No course can ever be completely predicted. And this voyage appeared to differ in no way.
INT – Pennecuik’s Cabin – Day
Members of the Council: Major James CUNNINGHAM; Captain Robert JOLLY; Daniel MACKAY; Captain James MONTGOMERIE; Captain Pennecuik; Captain Pincarton. Pennecuik is looking over some papers on his desk.
Pennecuik
Gentlemen, thank you for your inventory lists. It is plain to see that we only have enough provisions for four months at sea, not nine! How, by God’s name, did this happen?
Shocked silence around the room as the council take in the news.
Jolly
Seems like much was taken up while we were docked.
Pennecuik
Aye. But not half of the whole stock, wouldn’t you agree Captain Jolly?
Cunningham
This looks like a right naval cock up as far as I can tell.
Pennecuik
Don’t be impertinent Cunningham. You land officers should have no place on this council. I am commander here. This is my fleet. You will respect that.
Montgomerie
Should we consider turning back?
Pennecuik
Not likely. What on Earth would they think back in Leith, hum? If we turn back with our tails between our legs like some runt… No! We’ll set course for the Orkneys and replenish our provisions there. Try and reverse this ‘cock-up’ as you put it Cunningham. [BEAT] Well, the Company may be clueless but at least your naval masters are in control of the situation. We should be making good progress tomorrow.
EXT – Fogged North Sea. Onboard: St Andrew. Day
Tolling of bells from ships in an attempt to communicate with one another. Men shouting out in anguish.
Lieutenant
Sir, we’ve lost contact with the other ships in this fog. What shall we do?
Pennecuik
No need to panic Lieutenant. We’ll head to Orkney and pick up supplies from there and if that should fail, we’ll head straight to the Atlantic. Have no fear. [BEAT] And I would appreciate it if you didn’t spread any fear on this ship. Fire a cannon shot every fifteen minutes to let the other ships know where we are. If you need me I’ll be dining in my cabin.
INT. St Andrew below decks. Night
A connon shot rings out from the St Andrew. A faint musket shot is returned from a ship.
Soldier 1
I can’t see a thing out there.
Soldier 2
We appear to be losing the other ships as well.
Soldier 1
Why won’t they let us on deck? We’re packed worse than cattle for the slaughter in here.
Soldier 3
I’m afraid it’s those naval officers. They don’t want the likes of us land-loving folk getting to breath their fresh air. [BEAT] Don’t worry. They’ll get us through this.
Soldier 2
And did you see that Thomas Drummond is on the Caledonia? His brother is the ship’s captain.
Soldier 1
The infamous Captain Thomas Drummond from the Massacre of Glencoe?
Soldier 2
The very same.
Soldier 3
There are a lot of Highlanders out there who would like to see his head on a stake.
EXT. North Sea/Atlantic Ocean. Day
The Unicorn breaks out of the fog and into the clear blue skies of the Atlantic Ocean.
EXT. On deck of the Unicorn. Day
Pincarton and Paterson observe from the rear deck.
Pincarton
Thank God for that mercy. We may have missed Orkney but we’re out of the soup.
Paterson
Where do you think we are Captain?
Pincarton
I think we’ve passed the Outer Hebrides and are into the Atlantic Ocean. And I’d wager, we’re ahead of the others too.
Paterson
How do you rank Pennecuik?
Pincarton
Ah [BEAT] he’s a stubborn fool to be sure but he knows his way around ships and keeps control of his men – which is important, especially on a long journey as the likes of ours. [BEAT] I wouldn’t tackle the man head-on Paterson.
Paterson
Oh, I’m not that foolish.
They both smile.
Pincarton
Look, that’s Malloch and the Endeavour I believe.
They watch the Endeavour break from the clutches of the fog.
Pincarton
Wind’s stirring! We’ll tack back to the Endeavour but then we can’t wait, not when this winds offers herself up.
EXT. Atlantic Ocean. Day
Ships breaking through the waves on their way to the Atlantic Ocean. Wind is strong, optimism up. Two ships sail: the Endeavour and the Unicorn.
EXT. Bridge of the Unicorn. Day
Paterson and Captain Robert Pincarton on the bridge. Mrs Paterson strolls the deck.
Paterson
There’s something about the Ocean that reminds you that you are mortal.
Pincarton
A freak wave and we are gone.
Pincarton smiles and Paterson joins in. There seems to be a mutual appreciation of the sea.
Paterson
I remember my first voyage. I was so young, full of intrigue in this world; the wonders that lay ahead. No fear.
He surveys his wife.
Pincarton
It’s true; there are a lot of ladies. It brings a slightly more humane environment but our work at the other side of this journey is likely not to lend itself to the skills of our delightful company.
Paterson
What made you sign up to this expedition Captain?
Pincarton
A simple wage I suppose. [BEAT] This is what I do. I live on the sea. It is my home. Great storms I respect but I do not fear them. Find yourself in the doldrums and a crew dying of thirst – that’s something to worry about. The sea is fair and good. Respect it and hope that it respects you. [BEAT] May I ask why you are on board?
Paterson
My dream has been to establish a colony. In a way, it seems that everything is drawing me to this point. Though the turbulent times up to now were enough to even make a seasoned master of the seas as yourself sick as a dog, I feel it was all for a just purpose. Maybe I never originally expected me to actually be here in body, at my age, sailing the impressive and daunting ocean. But, it is just. It is God’s will that I should be here with those people who I had in mind designed to send to take this new land for our blessed Country.
Pincarton
With Gods Will, your Vision and some crafty navigational handling from myself, I think we are in safe hands.
Both gently chuckle. Paterson’s wife continues to stroll the decks.
Paterson
If you’d excuse me Captain.
Pincarton nods, steps away and Paterson makes his way down to his wife.
She turns as she senses his arrival.
Mrs Paterson
You seem in good humour.
Paterson
Just conversing with the Captain, making sure he’s got it all under control!
He winks. She laughs.
Mrs Paterson
Well, out of the fog and into the great wide and perilous seas. But I feel very safe with you here my darling. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Paterson
Things are looking good. We’ll rendezvous with the rest of the fleet at Madeira; take on fresh provisions and head down to the Indies. There should be nothing to it really.
Mrs Paterson
And what if it’s not the Indies?
Paterson
Then I shall eat one of the many hats I have seen in those storerooms and have myself keelhauled for utter incompetence.
Mrs Paterson
Thank you William. [BEAT] For always being you. Never has a more honourable man set forward with a more honourable task than that man whom I hold close to me now.
EXT. Atlantic Ocean. Day
Ships continue to crash through the waves.
EXT. The Unicorn. Day
A shout from the crow’s nest.
Sailor
“Land, ahoy”
EXT. Madeira Docks. Day
Unicorn and Endeavour are docked and large supplies of wine are being hauled on board.
Mrs Paterson
That is an awful lot of wine wouldn’t you agree Captain?
Pincarton
Company’s orders ma’am. Nothing to be done about it I’m afraid. [BEAT] Mind you, does come in handy in those council meetings. Quite a dull affair.
Mrs Paterson
You need more women organising these ships if you ask me.
Pincarton
You may be right there, ma’am.
A pipe of wine slips and is caught by Pincarton and another sailor. Pincarton rolls it away with the sailor showing his hands-on attitude.
Paterson
Challenging our great company my dear?
Mrs Paterson
Never, my love! Just it’s reasoning.
They exchange a smile.
Sailor
Captain! The Saint Andrew is entering the harbour.
The Saint Andrew steadily makes its way into the harbour closely followed by The Caledonia and The Dolpin.
Cheers go up from those on board the Unicorn. Followed by cheers on the neighbouring vessel, The Endeavour.
INT. Coucil Meeting. Night
Wine is generously poured out to all the members of the Council. Members of the Council: Major James Cunningham; Captain Robert Jolly; Daniel Mackay; Captain James Montgomerie; Captain Pennecuik; Captain Pincarton
Pennecuik
Well, if that’s settled…
He looks across to everyone, ensuring there has been no objection.
Pennecuik
Douglas, could you ask Mr Paterson to join us please? He should be waiting on deck.
Douglas, Pennecuik’s cabin boy heads out of the door and closes it behind him.
Pennecuik
Well, it is now my duty to unseal our orders. Where are they…ah, yes. Here we go.
Door opens, Paterson steps through.
Pennecuik
Paterson, delighted you could join us. We’ve had a spare place on the Council, due to Captain Vetch falling ill and all that. So, we’ve had a little vote and it’s unanimous, if you’d be so inclined, we could really use your expertise on this Council?
Paterson
I’d be honoured Captain.
Pennecuik
Well, grab a chair, there. I’m just opening our orders.
Breaks the seal on the scroll with the orders and begins to read.
Pennecuik
We are to head to Crab Island, in the Caribbean, to pick up fresh supplies and then on to the Bay of Darien and Golden Island. [BEAT] There we have it gentlemen. It appears it is all official now; we are indeed headed to Mr Paterson’s Darien. I suggest we let the crew know tomorrow and set sail soon after, assuming we have all the provisions loaded. Meanwhile, I think we should hear more of Darien Mr Paterson, why don’t we chat over a glass of Madeira wine. There seems to be quite a bit of it going around at the moment.
They laugh and Pennecuik pours Paterson a glass of wine.
EXT. Docks of Maderia. Night
Lights from the officers mess where the Council Meeting took place can be seen. Several sailors on board are staggering about. The docks appear to have a few more singing songs and generally having a good, drunken time.
One man staggers violently but is caught by his fellow sailor.
Sailor
Let’s be freshening you up Lad!
He takes the man and plunges his head into large barrel of water on the dockside.
EXT. Tropic of Cancer. On The Unicorn. Day
Man is hauled from the water, gasping. He is being dunked from the main yard of the ship, on a rope, as a celebration of crossing the Tropic of Cancer.
Cheers from his colleagues.
Dunked Officer
No stop! You can have my rations!
His request is ignored and he he duly dunked back into the sea. Roars of approval all around.
Mrs Paterson, Pincarton and William Paterson look on.
Mrs Paterson
I don’t understand you men.
Pincarton
I don’t think you need to.
Paterson
I think there is little mystery in us. We all have different dreams and aspirations, and are equipped differently in order to try and fulfil them. But apart from that we are simple creatures of this world; now the complex weaving of a women’s mind – that is a deep, dark mystery will, with luck, remain unexplored, for I am sure it will never be conquered.
Mrs Paterson
Really? Huh. Well, I shall leave you gentlemen to whatever this ritual is and find something less aspirational to do in my cabin. [BEAT] Good day gentlemen.
They both nod to her as she departs.
Paterson
I’m going to propose to the Council a little detour.
Pincarton
Really?
Paterson
Yes, I know a Captain on the island of St Thomas. He will be able to pilot us to Golden Island safely. We can rendezvous with the other ships at Crab Island – it should only delay us by a day or two.
Pincarton
Sounds reasonable. It’s true that no one in this fleet has ever been to the Spanish Main. We’ll have to take one of the other ships as well, of course. We don’t want to find ourselves in difficulty on our own in this Ocean.
Paterson
Agreed.
EXT. Caribbean Sea. Day
The fleet of five ships make their way through the sea. Two ships, The Unicorn and The Dolphin peel off and head further North. The others maintain their course.
EXT. On deck of the Saint Andrew. Day
Lieutenant
Crab Island Captain
Pennecuik
Well, let’s find safe harbour; get ashore and take a claim for Bonny Scotland. What do ya say?
Lieutenant
I’ll ready the men Sir.
The Lieutenant skuttles off.
Pennecuik
This Scottish Empire has just got a whole lot bigger!
EXT. Anchored off the beach of Crab Island. Day
Boats are lowered from each ship with soldier and sailors inside. They nudge themselves away from their ships and begin to row.
EXT. Beach of Crab Island. Day
Men clamber out of their boats; splashing through the water; hauling the boats safely onto the beach. A Lieutenant takes the Scottish Standard and plants it deep into the sand.
The men roar. Large smiles all around.
EXT. On board the St Andrew. Day
Pinnecuik reflects the smile face of those on shore.
Ship’s Lookout
Ship ahoy Captain!
Pennecuik moves to the other side of the ship and sees a small sloop approaching flying Danish colours.
Pennecuik
Hmm
INT. St Andrew. Captain’s Cabin. Day
Pennecuik is sat behind his desk, thoughtful. Opposite is a delegation of Dutch seamen, led by Captain Van Kelp.
Pennecuik
Seems like everything is in order. We may have been a little enthusiastic regarding ‘claiming’ this Island for Scotland. [BEAT] I shall have our lads remove the flags. [BEAT] We aren’t aiming to stay here long, just enough time to regroup and refresh some of our supplies.
Van Kelp
Oh, please, stay as long as you desire. In fact, it would be of considerable benefit if you did. [BEAT] You see the Spanish are quite active around here and you would act as a very important buffer between them and us!
Pennecuik raises his eyebrows in astonishment.
Pennecuik
Really? [BEAT] Well, as I say, we have to press on soon anyway. Thank you so much for offer though. Care for another glass of wine Captain?
EXT. Crab Island Beach. Dusk
Scottish Standard is hurled into a boat next to barrels of water sourced from the Island. The sailors push the boat back into the oncoming surf.
EXT. Harbour of St Thomas (Taphus). Day
A hive of activity. The street is lined with beer houses (taphus). Danish colony. Paterson and Pincarton stroll purposefully along the promenade.
Paterson sees the man he is looking for.
Paterson
Robert!
Captain Robert ALLISTON
William!
They embrace. Shake hands. Aliston is greyed, long-haired and rather unkept.
Paterson
Good to see you looking so well. These climes do suit you. Allow me to introduce Captain Robert Pincarton of The Unicorn.
Alliston
A pleasure to meet you Captain. I have heard rumours of a great expedition undertaken by the great Scottish nation.
Pincarton
Indeed, we are the fortunate ones to take part in such a prestigious affair.
Alliston
Well, I wish you all the best. Darien is it?
Paterson
Absolutely
Paterson is surprised that Alliston knew.
Alliston
A beautiful part of the world – though dangerous. I had the pleasure of travelling across the Isthmus a few years ago with Captain Sharpe.
Pincarton
Is that the same Sharpe that the Portuguese have imprisoned for 99 years?
Alliston
Yeah, I never like those Portuguese either!
Alliston laughs heartily. Pincarton is a little uneasy about Alliston’s background.
Alliston
Alas, I have even more interesting news that I think you would both be interested in. [BEAT] Follow me.
They follow Captain Alliston through some streets to a tavern. Off of the main street, things are a little wilder but not intolerable to the Scots.
INT. Taphus Tavern. Day
Filled with a variety of buckeneers, ex-convincts and drunkards, the tavern is choking with tobacoo smoke.
Alliston
William, I believe you know our fellow Captain, on his way from New York. [BEAT] Richard!
A man is in conversation at a table with two other merchants. He turns around to address Alliston.
Captain Richard MOON
Alliston! What are you after now? [BEAT] Blimey! It’s Paterson in the flesh and blood! Unbelievable!
He stands up and embraces Paterson. Moon is younger than Alliston, Paterson’s age.
Paterson
Richard Moon. It has been so many years!
Moon
Yep. Fifteen I’d say – at least. What the devil are you doing here? This is no sort of town for the likes of you. Get out before you get yourself killed.
Paterson
Ha! I’ll be fine. Everyone knows a Scotsman doesn’t carry any money with him.
They laugh. Pincarton only manages a wry smile. He’s concerned about his surroundings and his new company. He’s on edge.
Moon
Sit down please.
He turns to the men he had been conversing with.
Moon
Gentlemen, would you mind if we pick up our conversation tomorrow. If that is not of any inconvenience.
The gentlemen dutifully move out of their seats, tipping their hats to all and depart. Pincarton, Paterson and Allison join Moon at the table.
Moon
So, Darien then? Yes?
Pincarton and Paterson both look a little surprised that this secret destination appears to be very well know.
Moon
Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul!
Moon and Alliston both laugh at the Scots expense. Paterson breaks into a smile.
Paterson
And how is life treating you?
Moon
Well. I’ve got my own ship and we’re trading wherever we can. I’ve a boatload from New York as it happens.
Paterson
What sort of supplies?
Moon
Grain, meat, the usual. I’m heading to Curacao; pick up some slaves from there and then back here. That’s the meeting you interrupted was about. The market here is huge. Those sugar plantations just can’t get enough of those Negros.
Paterson
Well, Richard, we have goods to trade should you wish to save on the journey to Curacao.
Moon
That could be useful to be honest.
Paterson
We’re heading to meet the rest of our fleet at Crab Island within the week.
Moon
Okay. A deal. I’ll stop by. See what you have. By now, gentlemen [BEAT] let me invite you to a little of our local specialities. Max! Bring me that rum you’ve been hiding!
A bar steward responds and brings out a cask of rum that sits on the table. All smile with good humour. Pincarton still reticent but tying.
EXT. On board the Unicorn. Day
The ships weigh anchor and depart the Island of St Thomas. They are accompanied by a Jamaican sloop.
Cannons are fired as ceremony dictacts both from ship and from shore.
INT. Pennecuik Cabin. St Andrew. Day
Council meeting. Cunningham; Jolly; Mackay; Montgomerie; Pennecuik; Pincarton; Paterson; Herries.
Pennecuik in a fuming rage.
Pennecuik
Insulted by the Dutch! Disgusting business. And those Drummonds are a genuine problem. They are mutinous. We shall send them back to St. Thomas. There they can carry on with the conniving ways. Here no longer! Not under my command.
Jolly
They are different creatures to us. That’s all. We shouldn’t act hastily.
Montgomerie
I concur with Robert. We shouldn’t make waves with these men. They are battle-hardened soldiers with a deep history in our country. They haven’t actually done anything yet, have they?
Pennecuik
They are insolent! They have been constructing schemes that I dare not divulge to all here less it get back to those conspirators by disloyal means.
Paterson
Gentlemen! This is a ridiculous state of affairs. The Drummonds prove an insignificant threat. But should they be a threat, I would like them to be it on the ground, in our colony against any adversaries. Not on board these ships.
Cunningham
There could be a sensible means to solve this. [BEAT] On our council we are somewhat biased to the sea-skilled professionals. It may come to a point where the seamen and planters become rebellious should rations fall to less-sufficient levels than they stand today. And if that is the case, we should have greater representation of land officers on this council.
Pennecuik
Are you utterly insane? I lead this fleet. This is a naval undertaking and there will be no subordination here by petty land officers. They may be landed gentry but they have no eye for the sea. They have their lines, ditches and parapets but while we brace the mother Ocean, they will not have voice on this council.
General muttering around the table. Pennecuik is the bully and will not listen.
Herries
More wine please! Let’s get this awful taste of mutiny off this table and some of that wonderful Madeira wine onto it!
Chuckles. A melee of noise and bottles being exchanged while Herries pulls Pennecuik towards him. And whispers.
Herries
Commander, you are no longer aboard a King’s ship. Those you address or those you insult are gentlemen, gentlemen of influence back home.
Pennecuik looks at Herries, slightly startled by his impedance. A moment of realisation dawns on Pennecuik.
Pennecuik
Gentlemen, let’s toast the health of us all on this voyage.
EXT. On board the Unicorn. Day
The Unicorn approaches Crab Island alongwith the Dolphin and Captain Moon’s Jamaican sloop.
Pincarton and Paterson on desk.
Pincarton
Not sure how much we can trust the old man Paterson.
Paterson
Oh, I know he looks rough enough but he certainly will know these waters better than anyone else.
Pincarton
That’s not saying much though is it?
Paterson
No. True.
INT. St Andrew Storeroom. Day
Richard Moon is examining the inventory lists.
Moon
Captain Pennecuik, this inventory is shocking. How many wigs do you really need in order to trade with Indians? You have shoes and slippers, none of which will be suitable for the tropical weather you will encounter in Darien; stockings, plaiding. [BEAT] And if I were interested in these, I certainly would not be interest in them at these prices. You are going to have a hard time of finding a buyer for any of this lot.
Pennecuik
There are plenty of colonial outposts up and down the Americas who would be very pleased to purchase many of these items. We have absolutely no intention of selling these to the Indians. Don’t be preposterous. As for the price, that has been set by the Council and we shall not move on it.
Moon
Then I wish you good day Sir and shall continue my voyage to Curacao. There I shall find goods I can sell.
EXT. St Andrew Deck. Day
Richard Moon makes his way across deck to his sloop.
Paterson
Richard!
Moon
Sorry William. There’s not really anything on board these ships that I can sell on and certainly not at a profit. The prices are outrageous as well as the attitude of that Captain Pennecuik of yours.
Paterson
I know. I’ve spoken to some of the council members and they won’t compromise on the prices set out by the company. Promise me this though: you’ll bring supplies to Darien for us once we’ve established a foothold?
Moon
[BEAT]Sure. Look, I’ve got to go while the wind is with us. God be with you and your expedition William.
Paterson
You too Richard. Farewell.
Moon makes his way down to his sloop that is tethered to St Andrew.
Pennecuik
Has the awful English Moon gone yet?
Paterson
He is just leaving now.
Pennecuik
Right, let’s press on. [BEAT] Well! Off you go Paterson back to the Unicorn. I have your pirate. He’d better know what he’s doing. [BEAT] Lieutenant! Make ready to sail to Golden Island. Alliston!!
As the ships begin to set sail, the dead are thrown overboard with a quick surmon from a minister.
EXT. Beach of Crab Island. Day
Captain Maclean’s company are on the beach.
Maclean
Right! That’s the signal. Everyone back to the ship. Let’s not keep our Naval masters waiting!
Lieutenant
Sir, there’s a problem with Pearson. He’s refusing to leave.
Maclean
What?
Lieutenant
He’s been rambling on about death and mayhem. He wants to stay. What shall we do?
Maclean
Let me see.
They stroll over to a group of soldiers on the beach where a raving Michael Pearson is shouting and weilding a pistol.
Pearson
Lads! This has been hell to get here. We were caged like wild dogs for weeks at a time. No peace, no information. The food is completely insufficient, the water reeks. The naval officers treat us like shit and no one does anything to stop them. Do you know what’s ahead? More pain, more discomfort, more high-ranking dumping on us regulars and more bodies thrown overboard. If that’s your future I shall be leaving you to it for I, Michael Pearson says farewell to you all. May you each find you God and make your peace with him.
He takes his musket. Turns his back and runs off into the thicket of trees, shouting:
Pearson
Fuck Darien! Fuck Officers! Fuck rations! Fuck it all!
Maclean makes his way through the company.
Maclean
Don’t ye worry; Pearson’s just had a little too much exposure to the sun. The Dutch will look after him, now it’s their Island. Let us re-embark.
Soldier
How will he survive sir?
Maclean
Crabs!
EXT. St Andrew. Day
Alliston, Pennecuik observe the horizon from the helm.
Pennecuik
These waters are hard to read Alliston, I do confess that much.
Alliston
Indeed they are. Gales come from nowhere and you can be stuck in the doldrums for weeks with not a breath of air to fill ye sails.
Pennecuik
Are we close?
Alliston
We’re close to land.
Pennecuik
Are we close to Darien?
Alliston
That is a trickier question.
Pennecuik
How long have you been a pirate Alliston?
Alliston
I am not pirate. I’m a buccaneer. I was once a privateer, working for His Majesty. And maybe before that, a long time ago, there was a little lifting of burdens from the Spanish for our company’s sake.
Pennecuik
Like the sacking of Santa Maria?
Alliston
That was one hell of a tough march, I’ll tell you. Captain Sharpe was a fearsome character. [BEAT] No less than yourself Sir!
Alliston gives Pennecuik a wry smile. Pennecuik remains stone-faced.
Seaman
Land ahoy! Land ahoy!
A lieutenant skuttles up to the helm.
Lieutenant
Captain. More dead Sir.
Pennecuik
Well? Throw them overboard with a prayer.
Lieutenant
The minister is one of them I’m afraid.
Pennecuik
Oh. [BEAT] So inconvenient! I’ll do it.
EXT. Caribbean Sea. Day
The fleet follows a cliff face southwards in order to locate a possible landing site.
EXT. On deck. Day
The deck is being washed with vinegar to try and stem the spread of disease. Below decks smoke is pumped through in order to achieve the same.
Pincarton
Still Paterson, the death toll could have been worse.
Paterson
Agreed. It is a pity though. So many lives that held so much hope.
Pincarton
I haven’t seen any pistol shots coming from the St Andrew. Have you?
Paterson
No. How do you mean?
Pincarton
Well, didn’t think Alliston would manage to suffer Pennecuik this long to be honest. “Pirate and the Sea Lord!”
They laugh.
Lieutenant
Sir! Mr Paterson. Come quickly. Your wife has fainted.
INT. Paterson’s Cabin. Day
Seaman McCauley carries Mrs Paterson through the door and is closely followed by William Paterson and the Lieutenant. McCauley lays Mrs Paterson on the bed.
Paterson
My dear. What’s wrong?
She weakly laughs.
Mrs Paterson
Nothing, nothing! I just felt dizzy.
Lieutenant
McCauley, fetch the surgeon.
McCauley leaves. Paterson
Paterson
You are warm my love. Too warm.
He touches her brow and sweat is visible. He takes a hankerchief from his pocket and wipes her forehead.
Mrs Paterson
Too much idle time. God is punishing me for having no labour to bring to this world.
Paterson
You’re going to be fine. I’m staying with you. Just rest for now. The fever will pass. It has for many others and if God is picking and choosing, then he won’t be picking the most beautiful women to ever set foot on this Earth.
She smiles. A little weakly.
Paterson
Apart from Mrs McAllister. Those formidable biceps are enough to frighten any man into love and lust!
She laughs. He smiles. But there is something in his eyes that makes him doubt she will pull through.
EXT. St Andrew. Day
A stubborn Alliston stands resolutely pointing in the direction that he believes Darien is. Pennecuik is animated, frustrated and crashes his way through some of his crew as he makes to create space betwee Alliston and himself.
Paterson (V.O.)
We sailed for another two weeks and found no good landing ground. Where we could anchor and take a boat to land, fresh water was not to be found.
INT. Paterson’s Cabin. Day
Mrs Paterson wriggle uncomfortably. Paterson soothes.
Paterson (V.O.)
My beloved wife did not improve in condition. She struggled. She fought. I knew she would. She was simply the best in me. She had calmed me when others frustrated me. She had loved me when I thought a selfish man like myself was unlovable. And she worshipped me, which gave me such strength to reach beyond the horizon. [BEAT] But all this self-indulging behaviour had led me to this point. Where she, my love, was slipping away. I had been losing myself within committees and coffee houses for all our lives together and all of a sudden, I realised what I was about to miss. In all my plans and schemes she supported and loved me, though she did not understand them. And then [BEAT], I was frightened. I would be alone. How selfish of me – again.
EXT. Bay of Darien. Day
Ships enter the bay and find several anchoring points.
Paterson (V.O.)
Between Pennecuik and Alliston they found the Bay of Darien. There was jubilation but there were the dead and the dying to deal with as well.
EXT. St Andrew’s Top Deck. Day.
Native Indians clamber aboard the St Andrew.
Paterson (V.O.)
We met the local Tule who happily received our gifts and our flags. We sent the landmen ashore to begin the building of our new homes.
EXT. Unicorn. Day
Enters the bay. Scraps against a hidden rock at the entrance to the bay. Takes on water but manages to stay afloat and drops anchor off shore.
Paterson (V.O.)
The Unicorn was damaged to a point where it would never make it as a sea-going vessel again. But no one was injured. I buried my beloved in Darien.
EXT. Darien woods. Day
Paterson stands over the grave of his wife. Pincarton, Feries, lieutenants from the Unicorn alongside. A minister reads out prayers. Cannon shots are fired in honour of Mrs Paterson from The Unicorn.
Paterson (V.O.)
I did not question God’s choice. I accepted it. But I loathed it. If I am to be called selfish for saying so, then selfish is a mark I would wear every day. From that day forward I found waking up that much more difficult. I found conversation all the more tedious. I found the taste of meals all the less appealing. I missed her. [BEAT] May God take her soul into his embrace. For I long for the day when I will hear her laugh again.
EXT. Darien woods. Day
Some officers are walking through the thick undergrown astounded by their surroundings. Monkeys swing in the trees.
EXT. Caledonia. Day
Soldiers dig ditches for fortifications. It is hot. The men are thirsty and suffering in the humidity.
Soldier 1
Is there any water left?
Soldier 2
Not on this shore. Plenty on those boats though and they’re not giving it up easily.
Solider 1
Why are we digging here? This is far too sandy.
Soldier 2
It’s easier for the boats from the ships to come here than anywhere else along this shore. Sailors aren’t that good when it comes to making land.
Captain Thomas Drummond
What are you men winging about?
Soldiers
Nothing Sir.
T. Drummond
Keep it that way or I’ll have you flogged.
Captain Thomas Drummond inspects the ditches being dug. He walks away.
EXT. Paterson’s Hut. Day
Smoke from pipes billow out from the Paterson’s hut. A Council Meeting is taking place.
INT. Paterson’s Hut. Day
The council has expanded. They are the original: Major James Cunningham; Captain Robert Jolly; Daniel Mackay; Captain James Montgomerie; Captain Pennecuik; Captain Pincarton. Plus: Captain Thomas Drummond (Land); Captain Samuel Vetch (Land)
Pennecuik
The position of fort shall not be changed!
Thomas Drummond
It simply has to. The ground falls away at every spade full of sand removed. A structure such as we wish to build will not stand.
Pennecuik
Nonsense.
Vetch
Our men are toiling out there every day, burning their backs for no success.
Pennecuik
I suggest if they don’t know what success is it is simply that you have not shown them it.
T. Drummond
This Council must move the site.
Pennecuik
To the vote! And make sure it’s the right vote Gentlemen.
Pennecuik eyes the naval officers.
Pennecuik
Ayes?
T. Drummond, Vetch and Paterson
Aye
Pennecuik
Nays?
Jolly, Pincarton, Pennecuik, Mackay, Montgomerie
Nay!
Pennecuik
That’s settled. Meeting adjourned!
All storm out of the hut, Pateron and Cunningham remain.
Paterson
Not partaking in the joys of Council Major?
Cunningham
Hmm. No. I think not. It’s rather hot today wouldn’t you say? I find all this shouting rather dull. Not my thing really. Do you miss home?
Paterson
I miss a lot of things. [BEAT] But here we are. And here we have a job to do Major. I feel your contribution is being missed and it is valued.
Cunningham
I have a small farm nestled amongst the foothills of the Borders. Do you recall the freshness of the morning wind as you breath in the coming day? It’s a smell that I can almost sense. I hope I never forget it Paterson.
Paterson
The location of the fort Major; it’s unsuitable. Do you realise?
Cunningham
And winter! Oh! Nothing beats a home lit fire does it Paterson. Huddle the family close. Right.
Paterson looks at Cunningham. Cunningham looks to the middle distance. Paterson resigns his effort.
INT. Unicorn. Night
Ten planters break into the store on the Unicorn and take muskets.
EXT. Caledonia Woods. Night
Planters scurry through the woods with their loot.
EXT. St Andrew. Day
Pennecuik fumes from the top deck. A lieutenant stands near to him after delivering him the message of the deserters.
Pennecuik
What! These land-lovers were all born without a spine. Send word to that Drummond that they are his responsibility and if he doesn’t have them back by nightfall, I’ll have him locked up in irons.
EXT. Fort construction. Day
Landmen continue to dig in the sand. Drummond is yelling in the distance to some officers.
Soldier 2
At least Drummond will be busy today!
Soldier 1
I’m not digging any more. This is utter madness. What the hell are we achieving?
Soldier 1 sits down, sweating in the heat.
Soldier 2
We’re not being whipped.
Soldier 1
We should have run with those loafers.
Soldier 2
There’s nowhere to run to here. Why would they try to flee? Two days on your own out there and you’re dead – for sure.
Soldier 1
All paths lead to death.
Soldier 2
Cheery.
EXT. Bay of Darien. Day
There is thunder and lightening. The whole bay is dark despite being daytime and is illuminated by periodic flashes. The rain begins and is a torrent.
INT. Peenecuik’s Cabin. Night
Pennecuik is at his table writing.
Pennecuik (V.O.)
It is with great pleasure that I inform the Company that we are successfully establishing the town of New Edinburgh within the settlement of Caledonia. The climate is perfect for foraging, hunting, farming and building. The bay itself is capable of containing a thousand sail of the best ships in the world. And without great trouble wharves may be run out, to which ships of the greatest burden may lay their sides and unload.
INT. Share Quarters. Night
Colin Campbell, Pincarton’s apprentice writes a letter home.
Colin Campbell (V.O.)
I yearn to get off of this wretched vessel. Every day I see the shore and the men toiling their labour for our Caledonia. Yet, our officers would see none of it. For on shore, the landsmen are full of pox and flux. We are forbidden to engage them and if I did then Captain Pincarton would never own me or speak to me any more.
INT. Shared Hut. Night
Soldier writes home.
Soldier (V.O.)
Hell is Darien. We know no break in the weather. It rains a day here that we may see in a year at home. This Promised Land is nothing but a swamp bringing disease by the day and taking corpses by the night. Our dead are humiliatingly tossed into a communal pit, it’s stench rising higher every day, fuelling the heavens that poor down misery to our beaten and starved souls. God is punishing us – though for what I cannot tell. All the minsters are with their Lord.
INT. Shared Hut. Night
Gentlemen volunteer Roger OSWALD writes home.
Roger Oswald (V.O.)
When boiled with a little water, without anything else, big maggots and worms must be skimmed off the top of the broth. In short a man might easily have destroyed his whole week’s rations in one day and have but one ordinary stomach neither…Yet for all this short allowance we were every man (let him never be so weak) daily turned out to work by daylight, whether with a hatchet, wheelbarrow, pick-axe, shovel, hammer or any other instrument the case required. My shoulders have been so worn with carrying burdens that the skin has come off them and grew full of boils. [BEAT] Our Councillors all the time lying at their ease, sometimes divided into factions, being swayed by particular interest, ruined the public.
INT. Daniel Mackay’s Cabin. Night
Writing to the Earl of Leven.
Mackay (V.O.)
Darien is one of the most fruitful spots of ground on the face of the Earth. It will make the Scots nation more considerable in the balance of Europe than ever, and you’ll have such a settlement in the Indies in a few years as scarce any European nation could brag of.
EXT. Point Look Out. Day
Steady rains. Two ships a Frenchman and a Dutchman wait outside the bay. A longboat is making its way towards the bay.
EXT. St Andrew. Day
It continues to rain. The longboat approaches the St Andrew, French colours flying. Captain Duvivier Thomas boards the St Andrew.
Pennecuik
Captain. To whom do I have the pleasure of greeting?
Thomas
Captain Duvivier Thomas of his majesty King Louis service. May we discuss some matter somewhere a little drier Captain?
Pennecuik
Certainly. Follow me.
INT. Pennecuik’s Cabin. Day
Pennecuik is behind his desk. Thomas is sat on a chair with two of his seamen either side of him. Thomas is flamboyant.
Thomas
So, Captain Pennecuik, you see the Spanish are preparing to mount an attack on any European shipping they come across. Already two English ships have been detained by the Spanish. We are seeking a safe and friendly harbour.
Pennecuik
Well, I shall have to discuss this matter with the council but I suspect that won’t be a problem. A formality shall we say. Your news is quite unsettling for all in these parts, I imagine.
EXT. Bay of Darien. Day
Rain continues. The five ships manoeuvre into a line across the bay. The Maurepas and the Dutchman sail into the bay. The Maurepas lies low in the water.
INT. Pennecuik’s Cabin. Night
A hearty dinner is laid out and much rum and wine is passed around the table. Captain Thomas is in good humour and talks enthusiastically about his knowledge regarding the Spanish. In attendance: Peenecuik; Pincarton; Paterson and Vetch.
Thomas
The Spanish Fleet, known as the Barliavento, is being fitted out in Cartagena. Rumour has it that it will head to Portobello. As soon as we are certain of that we shall slip out of your gentle harbour and bother you no more.
Pincarton
More wine Captain?
Thomas
Yes. Thank you. The President of Panama appears to have wildly over estimated the number of Scots that have settled here. They believe you are a bridgehead in order to develop an attack on its ports within the Gulf of Mexico.
Pennecuik
We shall have to double our efforts on the fort Vetch – just in case.
Pincarton
Captain, I couldn’t fail to notice your ship, the Maurepas, is carrying a heavy load indeed. It lies low in these waters. Have you by chance been lightening the loads of other Spanish ships in the area that would otherwise have been hauling gold back to that ailing Spanish King?
Thomas
Captain, I appreciate your directness. All I can possibly say is that we have a variety of goods on board. All are now the possession of King Louis within whose favour I shall intend to always keep.
Pennecuik
And none of our business Captain Thomas. I’m surprised at you Pincarton.
Pincarton shrugs.
Pennecuik
I do have one favour though. When you do depart would you be so kind as to take some dispatches with you to your next port?
Thomas
With pleasure Captain.
Pennecuik
Also, my surgeon has been pestering me for weeks now and is determined to see himself out of this place. Would you be so kind as to provide him with safe passage to some nearby port? He has a few things and a couple of others in his attendance. He’s no fuss at all. A rather affable chap.
Pincarton and Paterson exchange a look of surprise at Pennecuik’s deceptive description of Walter Herries.
Thomas
Certainly, Captain. That won’t be a problem. May I ask: how are your defences coming along?
Pennecuik
Well, since I relocated the position of the fort things have moved along a lot quicker.
Vetch is animated and throws his serviette to the table but says nothing. Pennecuik ignores the silent outburst.
EXT. Maurepas. Day
Walter Herries orders his subordinant to haul his belongings onto the Maurepas.
Herries
Would you be careful with that, ya fool. That’s all the liquor we’ve got ‘til we hit port. I’m not staying in this infested swamp one day longer than I have to.
EXT. Fortification of St Andrew. Day
Men are nailing into place split trunks for the pallisades.
Soldier 1
How much do you reckon?
Soldier 2
She’s lying so low, there’s almost enough for us to share!
Soldier 1
I don’t share.
Soldier 2
That we can, at least, agree on.
Soldier 1
Do you reckon they raided a ship or a port?
Soldier 2
When are you going to stop thinking about gold?
Soldier 1
When my pockets are so full of it, it weighs me to the ground and buries my under it.
Soldier 2
Poetic.
INT. Pennecuik’s Cabin. Dusk
Fully stuffed once again and Captain Thomas is very drunk. In attendance: Peenecuik; Pincarton; Paterson and Vetch.
Thomas
Messieurs!
Thomas stands to leave. Wobbles and falls back into his chair.
Thomas
Encore une fois!
He concentrates and gets up this time.
Pennecuik
We’ll have you safely on board your ship very soon ‘Toma’. Still got your sea legs I hope.
Thomas
Indeed I have Captain. Just a little spinny!
He makes his way over towards the door. Pincarton get up and helps him through it.
Pincarton
I’ll see him to the transport boat.
Pincarton closes the door behind him.
Pennecuik
The French do get dull when they’re drunk. You were quiet this evening Paterson. Anything the matter?
Paterson
No. Just tired. I think I’ll head back to shore. I’ll be in my hut if there’s nothing else?
All shake their heads. Paterson pushes his chair back.
EXT. The Maurepas. Dusk
Rain has stopped. Captain Thomas barks some orders in French to his crew. They weigh anchor and the unfurl the top sail. It immediately fills and the Maurepas lurches northwards towards the line of ships.
EXT. The St Andrew. Dusk
Paterson sees the Maurepas moving towards him.
Paterson
Captain Pennecuik! Captain Pincarton!
There is panic in his voice. The officers from the cabin all come on board deck. They see Captain Thomas at the helm.
Pennecuik
What, by God’s name, is that fool doing?
The captain is singing in French. He steers the ship between the St Andrew and the Unicorn. He gives himself a mighty cheer as he passes the astonished captains of the Scottish fleet.
Thomas
Vive l’Écosse!
The Maurepas continues and heads to the mouth of the bay.
Pincarton
He’s going straight for that hidden rock that ripped off the skin of the Unicorn.
Pennecuik
He’s a mad man.
The ship is tossed about by the difficult currents at the mouth of the bay. It lurches towards the rock. A loud cracking sounds can be heard all the way to the deck of the St Andrew.
Pennecuik
Lieutenant! Four of your strongest swimmers if you please? Looks like we’re going to have to save this lunatic before he kills the whole crew.
Paterson
Are you sure Pennecuik?
Pennecuik
This is what leadership is about Paterson.
Pennecuik, his Lieutenant and four seamen climb down the ropes on the side of the ship to an awaiting longboat. They board. They row their way up to the Maurepas. Paterson, and the others, are in a state of shock seeing Pennecuik in action.
EXT. Maurepas. Dusk
Two of the seamen in Pennecuik’s longboat grab onto the rope ladder run off the side of the Maurepas. The longboat is pulled against the ship and tethered. Pennecuik practically runs up the ladder onto the deck and up to the helm.
Pennecuik
Fool
Pennecuik punches Captain Thomas who falls to the floor. Pennecuik wrestles with the helm. The others are on board. French sailors are diving overboard.
Pennecuik
Lieutenant! Drop anchor! Bow and stern!
Lieutenant
Drop anchors lads!
They release the anchors and steady the twisting ship in the rough water. The rock is barely visible but white foam from breaking waves can be seen.
Herries comes running onto deck.
Herries
In God’s name, what’s going on?
Pennecuik
You have chosen a rather wayward Captain Mr Herries. [BEAT] Thomas, we’ll need to pull the ship safely away from the rocks. Lieutenant, signal for some more longboats from all the ships to get over here.
Lieutenant
Aye Captain.
Herries
I don’t like the look of this.
The ship lurches and is snapped back into position by the anchors.
Pennecuik
Keep her steady Lieutenant!
Lieutenant
Trying Captain!
Pennecuik
Always trying. Start achieving. Are those longboats coming?
Lieutenant
They’re coming Captain.
Herries scurries down below.
Pennecuik
Right ‘Toma’! I want to see you take some order on this ship. You are an embarrassment to the profession.
Ship takes another violent jerk and both anchor lines snap.
Pennecuik
Lieutenant!!
Lieutenant
Nothing to be done Captain! We’re heading for the rock again!
Herries scrambles back up with a chest and is accompanied by his companion. French men running across the deck in panic now.
French Lieutenant
Capitaine! Le bateau est perdu! Et l’or aussi!
Herries
Thought there was gold on this ship somewhere.
The ship uncontrolled is bashed against the rock again. This time the hull splits and the ship begins to pitch.
Pennecuik
Right, abandon ship!
Herries scurries into the longboat along with his companions.
Pennecuik
Untie yourselves before you’re pulled down as well.
Lieutenant
But Captain!
Pennecuik
You haven’t disobeyed me before Lieutenant. This is not the time to start!
Lieutenant
Captain.
Pennecuik grabs hold of Thomas and puts him over his shoulder. He finds a raft and ties the captain to it. The ship lists further. The captain heaves the raft over board. Crew diving overboard.
EXT. St Andrew. Dusk
The council and officers of the St Andrew look in awe at what they are witnessing. Then, Pennecuik stands tall on the helm, takes his jacket and shirt off. Takes his trousers off as well.
Pincarton
Unbelievable.
Paterson
If I hadn’t see this with my own eyes…
Vetch
Finally, I may just have found some respect for that sea dog.
As the deck gets in line with the water, Pennecuik dives into the water.
Pincarton
Unbelievable.
Paterson looks to Pincarton then back to the sea.
Vetch
Can anyone see him?
The waves and loosing light make it difficult to see much. Then, a clear sight of an arm in a controlled sustained swim.
Paterson
There he is. Stubborn as always! [BEAT] We’re not going to hear the last of this.
EXT. Beach of New Edinburgh. Dusk
Pennecuik emerges from the surf, dragging the raft with Captain Thomas strapped to it. Officers and men from the shore come to meet him and take the raft from him dragging it higher onto the beach. Thomas is alive but choking severely.
Pennecuik
Hang him by his angles until the water has rung out of his lungs!
Pennecuik walks stark naked across the sand.
Pennecuik
Any chance of a spare uniform?
EXT. Fort Andrew. Day
Landmen continue the work on the fort. Things are looking more complete now but it is far from finished.
Soldier 1
60,000 gold and silver pieces of 8! Would you believe it?
Soldier 2
Those Drummonds have been trying to dive for it.
Soldier 1
I’m sure we won’t see a penny of it.
Solider 2
Neither will the Drummonds. Pennecuik told them that anything they find is his.
Soldier 1
Once this damn fort is finished, we’d better be heading to those gold mines that the Tules have been talking about.
Soldier 2
I wouldn’t count on getting a sniff of that either.
Soldier 1
That’s why we’re here isn’t it?
Soldier 2
You haven’t been listening carefully have you?
Soldier 1 looks to soldier 2 quizzically.
Soldier 2
Righteousness!
Soldier 1
What do you mean?
Soldier 2
Everything the Company says is about being upstanding and moral, aye? Well, you lust for gold, don’t you?
Soldier 1
As every man!
Soldier 2
Well, lust is a sin. Sinners don’t get anything. It’s all in the declarations. Did you read them before coming on this little soiree?
Soldier 1
No. But…
Soldier 2
No buts. Simple. You will get a plot of land that you can till to your dying days but don’t think the likes of Pennecuik will be handing out gold to the like or you or me.
Soldier 1
I think I need to stop thinking about this. [BEAT] 60,000 pieces of eight! [BEAT] Almost enough to share…
They exchange a smile.
Soldier 1
Anyway, what are you getting me for Christmas?
Soldier 2
Brains
INT. St Andrew. Day
Christmas Day. The weather is fine. No work. Celebrations on the St Andrew, Unicorn and Endeavour. Three ships tied together. A lot of drinking can be seen on deck, below deck. A feast for all. The Tule captains have been invited.
Paterson (V.O.)
We had made it to Christmas. Too many had died and command in the settlement was irresponsibly wielded by the sea captains. But we had made it. And for one day merriment was had throughout the ranks and divisions that existed between landmen and seamen. The night took its toll though. The Tules, unbeknown to us, were not on good terms. A fight occurred but no one could remember why. The following hung-over morning the Tules could not be found until someone stumbled across the Captain Andreas who was found in the hold below the main hatchway. His head was bloodied and he was badly beaten. No one had the stomach or inclination to take much care for him. Eventually a boat came to pick up his weak body.
EXT. St Andrew. Day
Pennecuik stands at the helm watching Edwards Sands sloop departing.
Paterson (V.O.)
On more positive news Edward Sands who had brought the colony provisions, in lieu of my friend Richard Moon, sailed away with dispatches, Walter Herries, James Cunningham and Alexander Hamilton. Walter Herries had become disillusioned and was tedious for Pennecuik; Cunningham was of no use and hopelessly homesick but Hamilton had been given the task of delivering news of the colony to the Company back in Scotland.
EXT. Shore of New Edinburgh. Day
Vast majority of the men were on shore. Pennecuik reading out the constitution of the settlement.
Paterson (V.O.)
The council rushed together a constitution before Sands departed. It was read out to all as a reminder to what was trying to be achieved here.
Pennecuik
…a full and free liberty of conscience in the matter of religion, so as the same be not understood to allow, connive at, or indulge the blaspheming of God’s holy name…
Paterson (V.O.)
The dying, the sick and the living all heard the words. All were witness to the birth of the Scottish Empire.
Pennecuik
And now, by virtue of the before-mentioned powers to us given, we do here settle and in the name of God establish ourselves, and in honour and for the memory of that most ancient and renowned name of our Mother Country, we do, and will from henceforward call this country by the name of Caledonia, and ourselves, successors and associates, by the name Caledonians.
EXT. Caribbean Sea. Day
A fleet of seven Spanish ships sail along the Spanish Main towards the Bay of Darien.
END OF PART ONE
The Darien Scheme 