All language subtitles for Treasure Island (1990)_track3_eng

JIM:
The squire and Dr. Livesey...

...having asked me to write
down the particulars of
Treasure Island...

...leaving nothing out
but the bearings of the island
itself...

...and that only because
there is still treasure not
yet lifted.

I go back to the time when my
mother and I kept the Admiral
Benbow Inn...

...and the brown, old seaman
with a saber cut...

...first took up lodging under
our roof.

BONES: Open the door, will
you? Open the door!

Go away! We're closed.

BONES: Open the door, you
lubberly swab, or by
thundering....

Throw that cutlass away this
instant.

What do you want?

Good evening, missus.

Lad.

Will you not put up your
musket?

I'm just a simple sailor
seeking lodgings.

Just so?

This looks
like a conveniently situated
grogshop.

You have much company here,
lad, do you?

No, sir. No one hardly ever
comes in here
since Father died.

-Shh.
-Ha, ha.

Then this here's the place for
me, matey.

HAWKINS:
And what might we call you,
sir?

If we're to put up with the
likes of you
under our roof.

You may call me captain,
ma'am.

Captain Billy Bones at your
service.

I'm a plain man, ma'am.

Rum, bacon and bread's what I
want.

And that headland down the
road there
to watch ships off of.

Here, matey.

Tell me when I've worked my
way through that, will you?

JIM: He stayed with us long
after his gold
had run out.

But none of us had the courage
to ask for more.

All day, he hung around the
cove or upon the cliffs with a
brass telescope...

...gazing out over the
waves...

...as if he feared something
were coming for him from the
sea.

All evening, he would drink
rum and water very strong...

...looking up fierce when
spoken to.

His stories and songs
were all about hanging and
piracy...

...and wild deeds on the
Spanish Main.

None of us suspected then, of
course...

...how our lives would be
changed by them forever.

Jim, here. Have you seen a
seafaring man...

-...with one leg, Jim?
JIM: No, sir.

BONES: Keep a weather eye
open, Jim, for a seafaring
man.

I will give you a silver
fourpenny each week, you
understand that?

Aye. See, you've told me,
captain, but I haven't seen
one yet.

-Dr. Livesey.
-Hello, Jim.

Ah. Dr. Livesey.

Good evening, Mrs. Hawkins.

Evening, doctor.

And how are you feeling, Mrs.
Hawkins? Better, I trust.

Oh, yes, doctor. Thanks to
your visit.

Fifteen men on a dead man's
chest

Drink to the devil
And had done for the rest

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

Give me rum, you hear?

Give us rum, goddamn you!

Rum, it's feed and drink to
the likes of me!
Rum, good laddie.

Mrs. Hawkins, I once
prescribed a draft
for Squire Trelawney.

He had the gout, you know. And
his man, Joyce, swore he would
see him take it.

-But the squire--
-Silence!

Silence between decks to here.

Were you addressing me, sir?

I was indeed, sir.

Have you something to say
about that?

I have only one thing to say
to you, sir.

If you keep on drinking rum...

...the world will soon be quit
of a very dirty scoundrel.

You're a whistler.

Captain.

I'll take none of that from
the likes of you,
nor any other lubberly swab.

You call me "captain" or I'm
gonna pin you to the wall with
this cutlass...

...and hang you from the yard
by your thumbs and use you for
musket practice.

Now, you hear me.

If you do not put down
that cutlass this instant...

...I promise you, upon my
honor, that I'll have you
drawn up at the next assizes.

-Ha!
-I am not a doctor only, but a
magistrate.

And now I know there is such a
fellow in my district.

And if I catch so much
as a breath of complaint
against you...

...I'll have you hunted down
and hanged like the dog you
are.

Let that suffice.

Well, I say, Mrs. Hawkins,
the squire is a clever fellow.

What might I get for you, sir?

Rum, sonny.

Rum will do.

Is this here a table for my
mate, Bill?

I don't know your mate Bill,
sir. This table's for the
captain.

Ah.

Right, because now Bill would
be called "captain," aye.

Now...

...is my mate, Bill, in this
here house?

No, sir. He's out walking.

Back soon?

Yes, sir.

-Where's your mother, boy?
-She's not here.

She's in the village. To
market.

Just as well.

All right.

This'll be a pleasant surprise
for my mate, Bill.

Good as drink.

You know, I have a young
nipper of my own.

It's like you is two blocks.

And he's all the pride of my
yards.

But a great thing for boys...

...is discipline.

Discipline?

Aye.

Discipline.

Right. Would you step in here
and surprise old Bill.

Billy Bones.

Come, Bill, you know your old
shipmate, surely.

-Black Dog?
BLACK DOG: Aye.

Black Dog as ever was.

Come for to see his old mate,
Bill.

Now, look here.

You've run me down here.

Here I am.

Now, what you want, Dog?

You speak up, will you?

Ah? That's you, Bill.

I'll just have a glass of rum
from this dear child here.

You'll join me, won't you?

Now, we'll sit down and talk
square, like old shipmates.

Where's the chart, Bill?

No. No, no!

-We'll swing.
-Swing once, swing all, say I.

That weren't Flint's way, no
sir.

-Flint's dead, God damn him.
BLACK DOG: Aye.

Aye. That he is, mate, dead
and damned.

All I want's the chart, Bill.

All I'm asking's what's
rightfully ours.

Our lawful shares.

Damn your lawful shares
and damn you too.

Rum, Jim.

Rum, boy.

Oh, God.

Are you hurt?

It's rum I need, Jim.

Give us rum, will you?

Ah. I needed that.

I must get away from here,
Jim, before they have the
black spot on me.

-That black what?
-Spot, Jim.

It's a summons.

The lubbers will be going
around by now
to get their wind of me.

What lubbers are those,
captain?

Ah, it's Flint's men, as like
as not.
Black Dog, Blind Pew.

It's my old sea chest
they're after, macky.

Now, you look here, Jim.

If they should slip me the
spot, you get on a horse...

...and you go and fetch that
infernal swab
of a doctor.

You tell him why I'm the only
one that has it.

-Has what?
-Oh.

Flint gave it to me as he was
lying, dying in some island.

For the love of God, boy,
give me some rum, will you?

Will you?

Who's there?

Jim Hawkins. What do you want?

Would some kind friend
tell a poor, blind man...

...what's lost the sight of
his eyes in the service of
King George, God bless him...

...in what part of the country
he might now be?

You're at the Admiral Benbow
Inn.

Oh, yes.

Give me your hand,
my kind young friend.

Lead me in.

-Now, boy, you take me to the
captain.
-I daren't.

You take me in straight, and
as soon as I'm in view, you
cries out.

Here's a friend of yours,
Bill.

Yes, yes, oh, yes.

Captain Bones.

-Blind Pew.
PEW: Yes.

Come for you at last, Billy.

Now...

...business is business, Mr.
Bones.

Sit right where you are.

Hold out your hand.

Boy, take his left hand
and bring it near my right.

Yes.

And now that's done.

Oh, yes.

It's a spot, Jim.

It's the black spot, lad.

"You have till 10:00."

That's two hours.

We'll have them yet, Jim.

Get me a top of rum, will you?

Here, lad, it's....

It's for the sea chest.

For the old sea chest, boy.

-What chest?
-Mother.

What's been happening here,
Jim?

Is he dead?

Aye, dead.

Being in his cups again,
I shouldn't wonder.

Now, what about this chest?

He owes me money.

JIM: Mother, the captain said
we have the devil to pay and
no pitch hot.

They tipped him the black
spot.

That what?

Stop talking nonsense
and open the chest.

If there's money in there,
we'll have what's own us and
no more.

Mother, listen to me, please.
They're coming for him at 10.

It's almost 10 now.

-Who's coming, Jim?
-The lubbers.

-They're coming for the
captain.
-They can have him. That's
broken.

What lubbers?

Blind Pew and Black Dog.
Flint's men.

The captain said
they were after his sea chest.

Said he was the only one had
it.

Had what?

Aha!

We'll have what he owes us
and not a penny more.

Mother, we must go to the
village and get Sheriff Dance.

Shh.

What's that?

Blind Pew. He's come back.
Come on, Mother. They'll cut
our throats.

HAWKINS:
Come on, Jim.

No! No!

Let him go. No, you leave him.

No.

No.

Get out.

Jim. Quickly, come on. Jim.
Come on.

It won't open.

It won't open, Jim.

No.

No!

-Stop it.
JIM: Mother! Shake his....

-It's Billy.
-Someone's done for it.

Search him.

Run for the woods.

He's been overhauled already.

Aloft. Find the chest.

There's the chest.

PEW:
The lady, you shucking
lubbers.

Catch the boy. He's got it,
you fools.

Pew, they've ransacked the
bloody thing.

-It's gone. So's the money.
-And the money.

Come below and follow the boy.
All I want's to put his eyes
out.

Scatter and find them.

They can't have gone far.

What the devil?

MAN 1: Hey, who's that?
MAN 2: Sheriff Dance.

Hey, let's go there, lads.

Come on, let's get out of
here.

Black Dog, don't.

Israel.

You won't leave old Pew, mate.
Not old Pew.

Damn your eyes.

No.

-Leave him like that. After
them.
-Aye, aye, sir.

After them.

Get up there.

Oh, dear.

Sheriff Dance saw a scooner
standing off and on in the
cove.

Rather suspicious.
He reported it to me. Drink
that.

I said we should roust up his
men and ride hard for the
Admiral Benbow.

It were a lucky chance
we came when we did.

It were none too soon either.

They got the money, I presume.

They did not.

-Excuse me, doctor.
LIVESEY: Yes, Jim?

I don't think they're after
the money.

What in fortune were they
after then?

I think they were after this.

It should be put in a safe
place.

To be sure, boy. Quite right.

We must go at once to Squire
Trelawney and open it in his
presence.

He'll know what to do.

Jim, there's not a moment to
lose. Can you ride?

I tell you, I have some
business with the squire.

-Wake him up.
-No.

You must do it. We must wake
him up. Please do it. Please?
Thank you.

-Livesey.
LIVESEY: Squire.

Well, where is it? Come on,
man.

-Hawkins, you had quite the
night, I hear.
-Yes, sir.

-Your coffee, sir.
-Thank you, Joyce.

Hot and hot.

Squire?

-Scotch, Livesey?
-Yeah, okay.

-Master Hawkins?
TRELAWNEY: That'll do, Joyce.

-Uh, milk, sir?
-All right. Thank you. Thank
you.

-Uh, sugar, sir?
-No.

That'll do, Joyce.

Yes, sir.

Well, now, squire.

-First of all, we'll try the
book.
-Yes.

"W. Burns, master's mate.
Off Palm Quay, he got it."

Some sort of an account.

"Bones his pile."

Can't make head nor tail of
this.

Oh, Livesey, this is as plain
as noon to a seafaring man.

This is the black-hearted
scoundrel's account book.

Look, here. Now, look here.

This is a list of the town's
sacked or the ship's voyage...

...and here, the sums of
Bone's share of the loot.

Right you are. You see what it
is to be a traveler.

Now, and the other....

LIVESEY:
Treasure Island.

Bulk of treasure here.

Oh, God.

It must be....

"Tall tree, Spyglass shoulder,
bearing north northeast by
north.

Skeleton Island, east
southeast and by east. Ten
feet.

The bar sil--

The bar silver is in the north
cache...

...at 10 fathom south of black
crag. Signed J. F."

For God's love, man.

-You know what this is?
-Pray enlighten me, sir.

J. F. John Flint.

This is Flint's map.

Bulk of treasure here.

That's Flint's treasure, man.

JIM:
Who's this Flint?

Billy Bones said he was
Flint's first mate.

He was the blood-thirstiest
buccaneer that ever sailed.

Well, Blackbeard was a child
of Flint.

Ha, ha. Even the Spaniard
was so prodigiously afraid of
him.

I must own,
I was proud he was an
Englishman.

Sir, would this treasure be
worth much?

Worth mu--?

Worth much.

Ha, ha. Why, lad, here's the
sight of it.

I shall fit out a shipping
in Bristol dock within two
weeks.

The finest vessel in
England...

...and then we'll sail for the
Spanish Main
within a month.

You, Hawkins, shall come
aboard as cabin boy.

Livesey here shall be surgeon,
and myself, admiral, of
course.

And then we'll take along
Joyce, my man and, oh, great--

Well, that's capital, squire,
capital, but there's only one
man I'm afraid of.

-Name the dog.
-You, sir.

For you cannot hold your
tongue, as well you know.

We aren't the only men to know
about this.

From first to last,
none of us must breathe a
word.

Well, you're in the right of
it, doctor, as usual.

You may depend upon me.

I shall be as silent as a
grave.

Goodbye, Jim.

Now, you take care of
yourself.

And mind you,
do what your squire tells you.

Jim.

Bye, Mother.

JIM: The doctor and old
Redruth, the squire's
gamekeeper...

...came for me at dusk
on the Bristol mail.

Next morning, we had turned
the corner,
my home was out of sight.

And in no time at all,
Bristol laid bustling before
us.

What is that?

Come on, lad.
The squire will keelhaul us if
we're late.

Oh, Redruth, stop dawdling,
man.

-Come on.
-Stay away.

There she is, Jim. The
Hispaniola.

Bring the bag, Redruth.

Ahoy, Hispaniola!

Ahoy, on boat!

-Come on.
-Welcome aboard the
Hispaniola, doctor.

-You're late.
-Better late than never,
admiral.

JIM:
The roads were muddy, sir.

We got stuck three times
on the way to Bristol.

TRELAWNEY:
Did you? Did you?

Yes, come on, Redruth, come
on. Don't hang back, man.

-Mr. Arrow, here, look after
your tonnage.
ARROW: Aye, aye, sir.

Will you take a glass of port
with me in my cabin?

Nothing would please me
better, sir.

-So when do we sail?
-Sail?

We sail tomorrow, boy. Ha, ha.

To the good ship Hispaniola,
gentleman.

A sweeter ship you could not
imagine.

I give you joy over her, sir.

-To the Hispaniola.
-Hispaniola.

Mm. A child could sail her,
doctor.

You know, I had a devil of a
job finding a crew for her.

Hard to find half a dozen
who knew the difference...

...between the main top and
the keelson.

Are there no good seaman
in Bristol then?

Oh, well, doctor, I shall tell
you. I met this fellow on the
dock.

Ahem. Old navy man.

Fought the French under
Admiral Hawke,
lost a leg in action.

Kind of man who makes England
feared at sea.

Well, he found me a company
of the toughest old salts
imaginable.

I declare, we could fight a
frigate with them.

Ha, ha. I'm glad to hear it.
What is the man's name?

Uh, John Silver.

They call him Long John
Silver.

He's even volunteered to come
aboard the ship's cook.

-Remarkably civil of him.
-Indeed. What a youthful man.

You know, while I think of it,
young Jim,
you cut ashore in the gig...

...and give my compliments to
Mr. Silver and tell him
civil-like, mind you...

...to be aboard by the evening
gun.

We sail tomorrow with the
tide.

-Yes, sir.
-Oh, you'll find him...

...at the side of the
Spyglass.

Tall fellow, one leg. Can't
miss him.

I'm begging your pardon, sir.
Could you tell me where I
could find John Silver?

Long John?

He'll be somewhere in the
back. Bug us not.

Mr. Silver, sir.

Such is my name to be sure.

And who might you be, lad?

Jim Hawkins, sir,
ship's boy of the Hispaniola.

Squire Trelawney's compliments
says you're to come on board
tonight...

...if you please.

We sail at dawn.

Jim Hawkins, is it?
Pleased I am to meet you.

Come, lad. I expect you're
hungry.

A person like you
is always hungry as sharks.

I remember when I was just a
reefer in the king's navy.

We was fighting the Dutch
off Batavia at war.

Black Dog. Stop him, that's
Black Dog, that's one of
Flint's men.

I don't care two coppers who
he is. He ain't paid his bill.

You are Morgan.

You was drinking with him.

You never clapped eyes
on this Black Dog...

-...before now, did you?
-No, sir.

-You never heard of him
neither, did you?
-No, Barbecue, on my mother's
grave.

You never had a mother.

-What was he saying to you
anyway?
-He was saying....

Well, we was jawing of
keelhauling.

Yeah. Mighty suitable topic
too.

Back to your place for a
lubber, Tom.

Come. Set yourself down. Out
of there.

Black Dog.

Let's see. Yes, I've seen that
swab before.

He used to come in here
with a blind man.

I knew that blind man.
His name was Pew.

It were. He looked like death.

Sheriff Dance ran him down
back at Admiral Benbow.

You see here, Hawkins, you're
smart. Smart as paint.

I seen that right off.

This here's a blessed hard
thing for an honest man like
me.

Here I've got this confounded
son of a Dutchman...

...sitting under my roof,
drinking my rum. What will
Squire Trelawney think?

LIVESEY: Are you pleased
with your ship's company then?

Oh, yes, on the whole, I am...

...but I tell you frankly,
doctor, I'm disappointed in
the captain.

Good afternoon, squire.

-I beg your pardon. May we
have a word?
-Ahem. Yes, yes. Certainly.

May I present my particular
friend Dr. Livesey.

Uh, doctor, this is Captain
Smollet, late of His Majesty's
Royal Navy.

-At your service.
-How did you do, captain?

Gentlemen, I don't like this
cruise. I don't like the men.

I don't like my first officer.
That's it. Short and sweet.

And I suppose you don't like
your ship either.

-The backstays need adjusting
I believe.
TRELAWNEY: Backstays indeed.

-And what about your employer,
huh?
-Stay a bit. Stay a bit.

The captain has either said
too much or he has said too
little. Now, why?

I was engaged, sir,
on sealed orders to sail this
ship...

...where the gentleman bids
me. Very well, duty is duty.

But now I find every man
onboard knows more than I do.

Next thing I learn, we're
going after treasure from a
young crew, mind you.

Now, I'm told you have a map
of an island
with longitude and latitude...

...and crosses to show
where old Flint's treasure is
buried.

Well, I never said a word.

-No, no, I swear it.
SMOLLET: There is one more
thing.

-Oh, yes, and what's that,
pray?
-Powder and arms, sir.

Powder and arms.
They're stowing them in the
forehold.

Why not put the arms here in
the cabin where we can get at
them and they can't?

That is the custom aboard
ship, I might add.

Look, captain, I will not be
told what is the custom aboard
my own ship and what isn't.

-I've been to sea before, you
know.
-Captain Smollet, do you fear
a mutiny?

No, sir.

-I would not sail at all if I
did.
-Then what are you suggesting?

Doctor, store the arms and
powder aft and keep a weather
eye out for treachery.

And for God's sake,
don't say another word...

...about this treasure
business.

Or upon your soul,
it'll be life or death on a
lee shore.

Silver, where in blazes have
you been? Get below and serve
up a hot meal, man.

-It'll be a long night.
SILVER: Aye, captain.

Supper for the hands directly.
Israel.

Hoist up my sea chest.

MAN 1: Where you want them?
MAN 2: Right.

Anderson, what's this
restowing
of the bloody muskets?

Captain's orders.
All arms and powder to be
stored aft.

By thunder, if we do that,
we'll miss the morning tide.

Less talking there, Follett.
Get below, Mr. Silver.

-I'll not tell you again.
-Aye, sir.

-You throw-- You stow some of
them arms--
-Hey, you, ship boy...

...get below and help the
cook.

If you can't find work, I'll
find it for you.
There are no favorites.

Aye, aye, sir.

Very well, Mr. Arrow,
unmoor ship if you please.

Aye, aye, sir. All hands on
deck!

Weigh anchor!

-Topman weigh aloft!
-Topman weigh aloft!

Come on, you.

Turn your backs into it.
Come on! Heave! Heave!

Heave! Heave!

Come on.

MAN 3:
Anchor aweigh!

-It can drive!
-It can drive away, sir.

Very well. Make sail.

All hands big sail!

Aweigh! Aloft! Here now!

-Hoist up!
-Sail!

On you go, lads.

High up there now! Go on, Lee!

Up you go, lad.
Bringing us in, all hands on
deck.

-Headsails and courses, Mr.
Arrow.
ARROW: Headsails and courses
there.

Think of those.

SMOLLET:
Keep your helm, Mr. Hands.

This is used for the masts.

Rattles there, see, right up
to the top.

Let fall.

-Let fall!
-Let fall!

Let fall!

Okay, now, answer me.

Bring these things to Mr.
Arrow.

Southwest by south, Mr. Hands.

-Southwest by south.
-Hey, you, get over here.

-And heave!
-Come on.

-Heave! Heave!
-Go on.

-Lend a hand, lad.
MAN 4: In the helm, she goes.

Heave! Come on!
Put your backs into it!

Heave! Come on,
you scruffy smelly dogs!

Heave! Heave!

-Heave!
-Gangway!

-Come on, away now!
-Set brails!

Get up there, you.
Come on, now weigh it out
there.

That were done
man-of-war fashion there, Jim.

Turn that topsail, Daniel.

What is the matter
with that topsail there?

Turn the forward topsail!

We have vast passage and a
fair wind for the Caribbean
with that captain.

-He may be in need of that.
SMOLLET: Ready? Ready she
goes.

Raise topsail!

Aye, aloft!

-Against the bow!
ARROW: Raise topsails!

-Strike the main course!
MAN: Man the gallants!

SILVER: Don't you worry, lad,
this breeze is nothing.

Just a little Biscay blow,
won't last more than three or
four days.

Oh, God.

Please, just let me die.

Oh, happens that Uncle Long
John's fixed you a nice
plate...

...of soft pork stew
that'll make you feel....

Ah. Mr. Arrow.

-It's coming on a little
early.
-This is a right stuff one,
huh?

ARROW: Chills a man clean
through to the bone, Silver,
all the same.

Would you care for a bit of a
draft, sir?

I, uh, keeps a little rum up
for it here.

For cooking, don't you know?

This'll warm the cockles of
your heart.

-That's just between you and
me, sir.
-Oh, aye.

I'm obliged.

What's the matter with him?

Lad's bonkers.

Aye.

JIM: The Hispaniola sailed
swiftly out of the stormy
northern latitudes.

Nobody was much surprised...

...when one dark night,
Mr. Arrow disappeared
entirely...

...and was seen no more.

It was presumed
he had been drinking again.

The captain put him down
in the log as overboard.

And said we were well rid of
him.

JIM: We've ran down our
easting into the trade
winds...

...to get the wind of Treasure
Island.

I soon got my sea legs under
me.

I learned to reef, hand and
steer, and became a tolerable
seaman.

It was about the last day
of our outward voyage...

...when the squire and I
had the dogwatch together.

We were running broad for the
island with a steady breeze
and the quiet sea.

By the merest chance,
the lives of all the honest
men aboard...

...would soon depend on me
alone.

We must keep a sharp look out,
Jim.

The captain says
we may raise the island at
dawn.

If you can be a good lad
and go below and ask Mr.
Silver...

...if he's got a mug of tea
for me, would you?

Oh, and Jim, see if you can
find an apple.
I'm fearfully sharp-set.

JIM:
Aye, aye, sir.

PARROT:
Visitor, eh?

SILVER:
Oh, not I. Flint was captain.

I were quartermaster
along with this timber leg.

Same broadside I lost my leg,
old Pew lost both his
deadlights.

Off Trinidad, that's where we
were.

So it were
aboard Flint's old ship
Walrus...

...that I've seen amok with
their red blood, fit to sink
with the gold in her hold.

DICK: Faith, Long John,
you've done a pair of sailing.

Flint was the flower of the
flock, so Israel Hands told
me.

Israel should know.
He were Flint's gunner.

Best in the Spanish Main.

You must all be rich as lords.

I put my 900 pounds safe
after I sailed along Captain
England.

Near 2000, after Flint.

Where is England's men now?

On Davy Jones mostly.
And where's Flint's?

Aboard here most of them
and glad to get the work.

But you, you're smart, young
Dick.

Smart as paint. I seen that
right off.

I'm 50, mark you.

But when this here voyage is
finished, I set up for
gentleman in earnest.

You could do that if you're
a-mind to.

Dick is square.

Oh, I know Dick was square.
He's no fool, is Dick.

Well, there's my hand on it,
Mr. Silver.

What I wanna know
is how long we're gonna stand
off and on...

...like a blessed bumboat?

I've had enough
of Captain Smollet's butt down
there.

I wanna get into that cabin, I
do.

-I want their pickles and
wines.
-Pickles and wines?

Israel, you got no more brain
than a sea turtle.

Now, you hear me.

You'll berth forward,
you'll work hard, you'll keep
sober...

...and you'll wait until I
gives the word,
then cry havoc.

Well, all I ask is when,
that's what.

Last bloody minute I can
manage, that's when.

We'll widdle the treasure
aboard...

...the captain'll sail this
ship halfway home before we
struck.

How many tall ships, think ye,
have I seen laid aboard?

And how many brisk lads
drying in the sun at execution
dock?

All for the same hurry, hurry,
hurry.

But what about the captain?
And Squire Trelawney?

-What are we to do about them,
anyhow?
-We'll cut their throats for
them.

Besides, there's someone
who needs killing.

Israel's right, lad. Dead men
tell no tales.

When I'm in parliament
riding in my coach...

...I don't want none of them
sea lawyers aft coming home
unlooked for...

...like the devil at prayers.

Dick, there's a good lad. Jump
up and fetch me an apple from
the barrel there.

I'm a mite sharp-set.

Hang your apples, Long John.
Let's have a go at the rum.

Yeah.

Well, then, won't hurt
neither. Dick, I trust you.

Here's the key to the rum
store. You fill a pannikin and
bring it back.

-All right.
-But hand me an apple all the
same.

TRELAWNEY:
Land ho! Land off the port
bow.

Come up there, you lubbers.
Look at this.
There's land down there.

-Land ho!
-Out of the way.

That the island, Barbecue?

Aye, by the powers, so it be.

MAN 1: There she lies, the
island.
MAN 2: Treasure Island.

Oh, my God.

Well, there it is.

-Doctor--
-Jim, lad, where have you
been?

You missed the landfall.

I brought her right down to
it. Ha, ha.

What do you say to that,
doctor?

LIVESEY:
Capital seamanship, squire, to
be sure.

-Doctor, please, may I talk to
you?
SMOLLET: Mr. Anderson.

Trim that down to gallant
sail, man.

This is not one of your
Dutchman's barges
with the sails all ahoo.

-Mr. Anderson.
-Right, captain.

Let him trim it himself, swab.

Trim that sail
or I'll make you wish you had.

-Get with it.
-Hey, you, lad. Get up there.

-Doctor, hear me.
-Yes, what is it, Jim?

I have to talk to you,
the squire and the captain.

LIVESEY: What?
-I've got some terrible news.

Mutiny. By God, I'll see them
hang for it.

It's worse than mutiny,
squire. It's murder. If
they're successful...

...you won't see anything at
all because you will be quite
dead.

Captain, you were right and I
was wrong.

I own myself an ass
and I await your orders.

No more an ass than I, sir.

This crew beats me.

It's that Silver,
he's a most remarkable man.

He looked remarkably well
from a yardarm.

Now, I see three or four
points, if I may.

First, we must go on.

If I put the ship about,
they'd come down around us.

Secondly, we have time before
us. I would rather come to
blows at once...

...but we must bide our time
until the moment is right.

And then we'll strike hard.

Jim here could be more use to
us than anyone. The men are
used to him.

I've noticed that Silver
trusts him.

Jim, you must infiltrate the
enemy camp.

I put prodigious faith in you,
boy.

-You must be our eyes and
ears.
-I'll do my best.

MAN:
By the mark, men, sail!

MAN 1: Let go of the anchor!
MAN 2: Let go!

MAN 1:
Quarter less five, sir!

LIVESEY:
Well, I don't know about
treasure...

...but I'll stake my wig
there's fever there.

Caught between the devil and
the deep blue sea as it were,
eh, gentleman?

-Captain, I think it's--
-Mr. Anderson...

...those who wish to go ashore
on liberty may do so until the
evening gun.

-Aye, aye, sir.
-Silver, you may splash the
main brace.

Aye, sir.

-I think we should go below,
gentlemen.
-Certainly, captain.

MAN 3:
Lower away the long boat.

Hoist now, the boat tackle.

Ah, Hawkins. This here
island's a sweet spot, to be
sure.

It's a pleasant thing to be
young, have 10 toes.

Aye, sir.

If you wanna go ashore
and do a bit of exploring...

...old Long John will put up a
snack for you
to take along.

Mr. Redruth,
do you know how to use this?

I have been the squire's
gamekeeper for 25 years.

I learned how to shoot
straight when I was a lad.

Very good. You guard the
companionway there.

Hunter, you take the aft
hatchway. I'm sure we can rely
on you and Joyce.

-Aye, sir. That you can.
-I'll do my best, sir.

Joyce, you, um-- You stay with
Redruth.

Look here, captain. This is
all very well, but we're
outnumbered three to one.

Silver will go ashore with his
men and calm them down.

I expect you'll keep them in
check until they find the
treasure.

What of the men onboard, sir?
Silver's bound to leave some
to watch us.

They could come down on us
any moment.

Why, then we hold the cabin,
and God defend the right.

Young Jim can tell us--

Hold on. Where's Jim Hawkins?

Go on.

Okay. Here.

-Here.
-Get them muskets in the boat.

All right, all right, all
right.

-Take that.
-All right. Yeah.

Get that musket stowed.

All right, relax. Quiet now.

-Keep her steady now. Here,
grab it.
-Hold it.

SILVER:
Israel, you will stay
aboard...

...and keep an eye on them
gentlemen in the cabin.

Aye, aye, Barbecue.

Good lad, get your head down.

Get aboard, you lubber.

Cast off forward.

Give way together. Oar.

Break your back, you lubbers.

Give me some sweat there, you
swab.

Stand by the beachhead.

-Hey.
-Easy, guv.

Jim, wait.

Wait. Wait, Jim!

JIM: No sooner had I stowed
away aboard the long boat...

...than I could not wait to
get out of it.

Remembering the squire's
words, I set off into the
hinterlands of the island...

...to spy upon Silver and his
men.

Look sharp, Joycie. You
might--

Load, Joycie, load.

You bloody philistine.

I'm doing my bloody best,
aren't I?

-Get it.
-There's a lot of men.

Up your ass with your--

-Out of the way, Joyce.
-Move it! Turn about!

Move out!

I'm terrible sorry, sir.
I seem to have wounded one in
the leg.

Nothing to be ashamed of.
You fight in self-defense.

No, sir. I was aiming for his
head. This musket's was firing
low.

MAN: Silver, you're old, and
you're honest,
or has the name for it.

You'll tell me you'll be led
away by that kind of a mess of
swabs. Not you.

Well, um...

...shine or hang,
that's about the lay of it.

To turn against my duty,
I'd soon to lose my hand.

-In the name of God, what was
that?
-That?

I reckon that'd be Allan.

Then rest his soul for a true
seaman.

Amen to that.

As for you, Long John,
you can go to the devil.

Good God, not Jim.

I pray not.

Damn that traitor, Silver.

Down, duck!

Hunter, come with me.

Captain, I'd like to go ashore
in the gig and reconnoiter.

If Jim's still alive,
then maybe I can help him.

Uh, Hunter can row me in, that
still leaves you four men to
hold the ship.

Very well, doctor.

-Be sure you're back before
sunset.
-I will.

-Doctor, watch out for that
scoundrel Silver.
-Yes.

-Take him ashore, Hunter.
HUNTER: Aye, aye, captain.

-Who are you?
-I'm poor Ben Gunn.

I'm marooned on this island...

...and I haven't seen a
Christian soul
for these three years.

Were you shipwrecked?

No, matey. Marooned.

Aye, marooned three long year
ago.

And I've lived on berries
and goats ever since.

My heart is sore for a
Christian diet.

You wouldn't happen to have a
piece of cheese about you now,
would you?

No. No.

Many's a night, I've dreamed
of cheese.

Toasted, mostly.

If ever I can get back aboard
my ship, you could have cheese
by the stone.

-Shall I, matey? Oh, thank
you.
-But that's neither here nor
there.

For how are we get onboard?

Well, there's my boat, if it
comes to that.

I dug it with my own two
hands.

It's in the mangrove swamps
by the mouth of the river.

We might try that after dark.

What be your name, matey?

Jim.

Jim Hawkins.

Jim Hawkins.

Well, I'm pleased
to make your acquaintance.

You wouldn't think to look at
me, would you, that I had a
pious mother.

Well, I have. Remarkably
pious. And I'm back on piety
now, Jim.

I thought it all out on this
lonely island...

...what providence had set me
here. Aye, and Captain Flint.

Flint?

Flint says you? Aye. I were on
Flint's ship when he buried
the treasure.

Him and six along six strong
seamen, gone nigh on a week,
they were.

And then one fine morning,
up went the signal...

...and back comes Flint,
all alone and by himself.

Aye, and the six.... Aah!

Into a battle, murder and
sudden death.

I often asked old Flint
where he buried the treasure.

I only wanted my fair share.
Mine.

"Here's a musket," says he
and "There's a shovel," says
he:

"Go ashore, if you like, then
find it."

So they did, they left me,
well, for three years.

I've been man of the island,
light and dark.

But I'm rich. Rich.

You tell me true now, that
ship you came off, that wasn't
Flint's ship?

It is not. Flint's dead.

But I tell you true, there are
some of Flint's men aboard and
they've mutinied.

Some of Flint's men?

-Not one who hadn't had one
leg?
-You mean Silver?

Aye, that was his name,
Long John Silver.

The devil couldn't hold
a lit candle to him.

Everyone was afraid of
Flint...

...but even Flint
was afeard of Long John
Silver.

Water.

It's sweet.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, this will do us quite
well, I believe.

HUNTER:
Sir?

Come along, Hunter, back to
the ship. No time to
dillydally.

And most importantly,
there's a good supply of clean
water.

It flows from a little spring
beneath the house.

It will serve us better
than our present situation
onboard ship.

We can scarcely get at the
water bags. They're stored
forward with the mutineers.

What do you--?
You mean I have to give up my
ship?

Squire, with no water in this
heat, we won't last three
days.

The doctor's quite right, I'm
afraid.

Much as I hate to abandon my
ship, we stand a better
chance...

...from a strategic point of
view, on a fortified situation
on the island.

Once we've whipped these
blaggards, we can retake the
ship at our leisure.

All right. You're the captain.

-Easy now, Hunter.
-Easy with that gun, Mr.
Hunter.

-Careful.
-I have it. I have it.

Stow it forward, squire, if
you please.

-Make it fast, Redruth.
-Come along, man, get aboard.

Take the ship, Joyce.

Row easy, men. They've spotted
us.

Get Silver!

Get Silver! Go on, wake up! Go
get Silver!

Row.

-That's the landing there,
captain.
-Very good, doctor.

My God, the gun.

Run out your gun.

Israel was Flint's gunner,
for the love of God.

Row, lads.

Stretch out, sink or swim.

Mustn't mind if we swamp her
now.

Primer.

Primer.

Right, squire, pick me off
one of those men. Hands, if
possible.

Get out of there.

-Well shot.
-Good shot, squire.

Yes. Yes, it was. Thank you.
Thank you, Redruth. Thank you.

-Here.
-Hunter.

-Hunter.
-Save the guns.

Aye, aye, captain.

Keep your powder dry.

Come on, man. Coming through.

Get the powder keg.

Breathe out!

Come through with that.

Heave, they're coming out of
their boat.

Move back here!

Hunter, come on.

He's down.

-I'm all right. I'm all right.
-Hold on, squire, the keg.

-Run to the stockade, men.
-Come on, come on, everybody.

Come on. Move yourself, man.

Now, this way. This way.

-Here we go.
-Come on, boys.

Run, run. Come on.

Move along, Joyce.

Come on. After them, lads.

Come on now, the other side of
the hill.

Hold it. Hold it.

Up. Up, up.

-Sir!
-We're coming now.

Start it, Hunter.

Get him down. Get him down.

-George?
-Out of the way, George.

Down with them! Cut them down!

Fire!

Bloody hell.

Come on, sir.

Bite the bullet, man.

They've had their rations
for the day, I reckon.

Be I going, doctor?

Tom...

...you're going home, Tom.

I will.

I wish I had another look at
him with my musket.

You did very well, Tom. Very,
very well.

Might you be saying a prayer,
sir?

The custom, it is, and all.

Hunter, can you say a prayer?

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.

He maketh me lie down
in green pastures.

Forgive me, Tom.

-He leadeth me beside still
waters.
-Wait, man.

-He restoreth my soul.
-What's to forgive?

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of
death...

...I will fear no evil...

...for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they
comfort me.

Surely, goodness and mercy
will follow me
all the days of my life...

...and I will dwell
in the house of the Lord
forever.

Captain Flint's old fort.

-Your friends are there.
JIM: Most likely, it's the
mutineers.

What? Flying the red ensign?
Silver would be flying the
Jolly Roger.

Hey. Look.

-They've begun the fight.
-Ha, ha.

No doubt about it.

Blaze away. You've little
enough powder already, my
lads.

Have to do better than that,
lads.

Now, you just run down there,
mind the round shot...

...and tell the squire what I
said.

Ben Gunn has been on this
island for three years...

...and most of his time was
taken up with finding-- Well,
another matter.

And, Jim, tell the squire
that if those pirates stay
ashore this night...

...they'll be widows in the
morning. Ha, ha.

And Jim, don't forget the
cheese!

Doctor. Squire. Hello.

TRELAWNEY:
Jim.

-Where the devil have you
been, boy?
-Took you for dead, lad.

They seem to have run out
of ammunition.

-No, no, no, doctor, their
guns are too hot.
-More than likely.

Parmesan cheese?

Why, he says he has a fancy
for Parmesan cheese?

Yes, sir.

Toasted, actually.

Good heavens.

I think he's mad, sir.

-He says he's rich.
-Rich? Ha-ha-ha.

When a man's spent three years
on a desert island...

...he can't appear as sane as
you and me.

This is all stuff.
The man's a lunatic, a maroon.

Of no use to us whatsoever.

We're outnumbered by the
pirates more than three to
one, they got the ship.

I think we may count upon two
allies there, rum and the
climate.

If Silver's camped where I
think he has,
I'll stake my wig...

...half his men will be on
their back with fever within a
week.

MAN:
I wanna drink.

Damn on you, lazy bugger, wake
up.

What's the matter with you?

-Jesus.
-Someone's cut his throat.

Oh, Shut up, Israel. Damn your
eyes.

What's the matter with you,
lubbers?

You'd think you'd never seen a
man with his throat cut
before.

Flag of truce. Flag of truce.

To your post, men. Keep on the
cover.

Flag of truce.

Flag of truce, eh?

Captain Silver will come
onboard and make terms.

Captain Silver? Don't know
him.

It's only me, sir.

These poor lads have chose me
captain after you deserted the
ship, sir.

Now, all I ask is a parley
and safe conduct...

...in and out of this here
stockade.

If there's treachery,
it'll be on your side, not
ours.

-That's enough for me,
captain.
-No, no, Barbecue. Don't trust
them.

Believe that.

I knows a gentleman when I
sees one.

You had better sit down.

-Ain't you going to let me
inside?
SMOLLET: I am not.

Well, you'll have to help me
up again, that's all.

Ah, there's young Jim.
Top of the morning to you,
Jim.

Doctor, my service. Squire.

If you got something to say
then say it and be done with
it.

Right, you were, squire. Duty
is duty.

That were a good scheme of
yours last night, I don't deny
it.

One of you is mighty handy
with a knife.

I don't deny neither,
some of us were shook.

I was shook myself, but I tell
you...

...if I had woke a second
sooner, I'd have caught you in
the act.

Poor lad was still warm
when I found him.

Well, we want that treasure
and we'll have it, one way or
the other, that's our point.

You just as soon save your
lives, I reckon, that's yours.

-Now, you have a chart,
haven't you?
-That as it may be...

...we know what you meant to
do, Silver, only now you can't
do it.

Well, you needn't be so husky
with a man.

Here's the lay of it.

You give us that chart, leave
off the shooting of poor
seaman...

...the cutting of their
throats and we'll give you a
choice.

Either you come aboard the
Hispaniola, once the treasure
is shipped...

...and I'll give you my
affy-davy...

...to clap you somewhere safe
ashore. If that don't suit
your fancy...

...you can stay here
and I'll give my affy-davy as
before...

...to speak to the first ship
I sight and send them back to
pick you up.

Handsomer than that,
you couldn't look to find.

Is that all?

Every last word, by thunder.

Refuse that, you've seen the
last of me, but musket-balls.

Now, you hear me.

You can't sail the ship
and you can't find the
treasure.

You're on a lee shore, Silver.

If you come up unarmed, I'll
give you my word to clap you
all in irons...

...and take you back
to a fair trial in England.

Refuse that....

My name is Alexander Smollet.

I've flown my sovereigns
colors and I'll see you all to
Davy Jones.

-Give me a hand up.
-Not I.

Who will give me a hand up?

Christ. Bloody....

Before this hour is out...

...you mark my words, Captain
Smollet...

...I'll stove in this
blockhouse like a rum
puncheon.

Them that dies will be the
lucky ones.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
-Come on, you swabs, break
your backs.

-Pull.
PIRATES: Heave.

Heave.

MAN: And....
PIRATES: Heave.

Now, men, I've given Silver a
broadside. Pitched it in
red-hot on purpose.

And I expect we'll be attacked
directly.

I have no doubt we can drub
him if you fight with
discipline.

Now, we've a swivel gun
and a score of muskets.

Jim, you low to the table
and power the cutlasses there.

-Doctor, take the door, but
stand well back.
-Yes, captain.

Hunter man a swivel gun.
Joyce, take the south wall.

-Mr. Trelawney--
-If you please, sir.

If I see anyone, am I to fire?

SMOLLET: As I told you.
-Very good, sir. Thank you,
sir.

Right. Squire--

-Yes, I will take the west
side.
-Quite so.

Everyone have a cutlass handy.

If they board us, it'll come
to hand--

Mr. Joyce.

Bloody hell.

They brought up a gun.

Damn the blighters.

Heave.

Heave and heave.

-Anyone hurt?
-No. All right.

Scoundrels!

Did you hit your man?

I think not, sir.
I'm afraid I missed the
blighter.

-I'm sorry, it won't happen
again.
-Better to tell the truth.
Hawkins, load.

Give it to them.

Musket. Thanks, lad.

Fire!

Hold it, mate.

Fire!

-Master Hawkins, are you all
right?
-Yes, sir.

Good, lad.

Take this, you damn swabs.

All right, lads, ready to
board.

Get out there. Come on, you
swabs.

-This loaded? They're loaded?
-Yes, sir.

-Attack!
-The swivel gun.

Jim, behind you.

Well, don't stop. Keep
loading.

From the sea!

-Out, lads, fight them in the
open.
-Come on. Come on.

-I'll take him, doctor.
-Get him.

Quite unnecessary, Joyce.
Save your ammunition, man.

I'll try to. Yes, sir. Thank
you, sir.

Hunter, we must silence that
gun.

Aye, aye, sir.

Get the powder keg.

-Right, sir.
-Fuse, man. Hurry.

TRELAWNEY: Jim!
-No!

-Ready?
-Aye, aye, sir.

-Shoot at him.
-Kill him.

Kill him, you bloody swab.

Get back here, you bloody
yellow dog.

-Easy now.
-Come on.

-Get him inside.
-Come on. Get him inside.

-Sit him right down.
-There you go.

Have some, here.

Now, you lie quietly, captain.

You have an ugly splinter
wound.

And if you keep still and do
not freight about, then you
will live.

Aye, aye, doctor.

And you, watch your step.

Doctor, may I come with you?

I'm afraid not, Jim. You had
quite enough adventure for one
day.

-I'll be back before sun up.
-Good luck to you, doctor.

LIVESEY:
Thank you, squire.

Where in the name of Davy
Jones be he going?

TRELAWNEY: Why, to find Ben
Gunn.
-I wish I were going with him.

My, God. That's the first ship
I ever lost.

Blast these bloody buccaneers
to hell.

JIM: So it was that I took
French leave of my comrades.

I was a fool, if you like,
but I was only a boy...

...and I had a scheme in my
head and was determined to do
it.

I would go down
to the mouth of the river...

...and find the boat Ben Gunn
said he had hidden in the
mangroves.

There were only two lights
visible in the darkness.

The great fire on shore...

...and the pinpoints of light
coming from the anchored ship.

It was then that the rest of
the scheme took shape in my
mind.

And I set out to retake the
Hispaniola.

MAN 1:
Oh, come on.

-He's there. Come on.
MAN 2: Give it.

MAN 1: What do you mean?
MAN 2: Shut up, you bloody
swab bastard.

It's mine.

MAN 1: Trying to cheat me out
of my treasure as well as my
rum.

Well, I owned that and it
belongs to me.

MAN 2:
Damn you!

Come aboard, Mr. Hands.

Rum.

Oh. By thunder, I wanted some
of that.

Much hurt, are we?

Where might you have come
from, eh, laddie?

I've come aboard to take
possession of the ship, Mr.
Hands.

-You'll please regard me as
your captain.
-Now, look here.

You give me food and drink...

...an old handkerchief
to tie my leg up with...

...and I'll tell you
how to get some sail on her...

...and lay a course back to
the island.

I'm not going back to the
anchorage.

I mean to take her to the
North Inlet and beach her
there.

To be sure you do.

I'm not such an infernal
lubber after all.

And now you ask the wind of
me.

North Inlet, it is.

Heave away the halyard!

Stand by the forecourse.

Turn your sails.

Heave away on it.

I'll take the wheel now, Mr.
Hands.

Aye, there's Foremast Hill.

North Inlet's just beyond.

Take your orders from me,
Captain Hawkins...

...and we'll beach this hulk
and be done with it.

Take her up going into the
wind.

There's a good place
to beach your ship in,
Hawkins.

North of Cat's Paw.

Stand by the luffer.

Starboard a little.

Larboard a little.

Steady.

Steady as she goes.

Now, my Hawkins...

...take her into the wind.

Oh, Jim.

You didn't keep your powder
dry, hey?

Didn't they learn you nothing?

One more step, Mr. Hands,
and I'll blow your brains out.

Jim, shipmate.

I reckon we're fouled, eh?

You and me, we'll have to sign
articles.

I never have no luck, not I.

And I guess I'll have to
strike my colors
with you...

...which comes hard for a
master mariner
to a ship's younker like you.

PARROT:
Pieces of eight!

SILVER:
Hey. Come on, who's there?

Light that torch, Bill.

Why, it's Jim Hawkins.

Shiver me timbers. Dropped in,
like, eh?

I take that friendly.

Well, Jim, here you are.

Quite a pleasant surprise for
old John.

I'll give you the truth of it.
I always wanted you to join
with us...

...and take your share
and die a gentleman...

...and now, my lad, you've got
to.

Oh?

See here, you can't go back
to your own lot, they won't
have you.

-Ungrateful scamp, the captain
calls you.
MAN: Right.

So without, you start a whole
ship's company by yourself...

...which might be lonely,
you'll have to join with
Captain Silver.

Well, he ain't getting my
share.

-Am I to answer, then?
-No one's a-pressing of you,
lad.

Take your bearings.

Well, if I'm to choose...

...I say I have a right to
know what's what.

He'd be the lucky one as
knowed that.

You'll perhaps batten down
your hatches till you're spoke
to.

Yesterday morning...

...Mr. Hawkins, in the
dogwatch, down come Dr.
Livesey with a flag of truce.

"Captain Silver," he says,
"you're sold out. Ship's
gone."

Well, we looked out,
and by thunder, he was right.

The old ship was gone.

"Well," says the doctor,
"now let's bargain."

So he did. Here we are,
blockhouse, stores, rum, whole
blessed boat.

As for them, they tramped away
out of here, which I don't
know where.

Is that all?

It's all you're to know for
now, my son.

Very well.

You're in a bad way.

Ship lost, treasure lost,
your whole business gone to
wreck.

And if you wanna know who did
it...

-...it was I.
-You?

Yeah. I was in the apple
barrel the night we sighted
land.

I heard you and Dick and
Israel Hands who is now at the
bottom of the sea.

As for the ship...

...I cut her cable and brought
her to a place
where you'll never see her...

-...not one of you.
-What?

Silence fore and aft.

Is that your answer, lad?

Kill me if you like.

But one thing, if you spare
me, bygones are bygones...

...and when you're all in
court for piracy and murder...

...I'll save you all I can.

Kill another if you like or
keep a witness
to save you from the gallows.

Yeah, good.

It was him that knowed Black
Dog.

It was him who lifted the
chart from Billy Bones.

First to last, I reckon,
we've split upon you, Jim
Hawkins.

Go on, skin him from the neck.

Kill him.
Give him the Spanish torture.

Well, lad, here goes.

Who be you, George Merry?

Maybe you thought
you was captain here, perhaps.

By the powers, I'll teach you
better.

I'm captain here by election.

Captain because I'm the best
man by a long sea mile.

I like that boy.

I never seen a better boy than
that.

He's more a man than any pair
of you bilge rats a-boarded
here.

Let me see the man
who'll lay a hand on him.

Draw a cutlass, him that
dares.

I'll show you the color of his
insides.

Hmm.

Asking your pardon, captain.

You're pretty free with some
of the rules.

Perhaps you'll kindly keep an
eye on the rest.

This crew's dissatisfied.
This crew has rights like
other crews.

We claims our rights
and steps outside for council.

Fo'c'sle council.

According to rules.

See you, Jim.

You're within half a plank of
death, or worse.

And they're going to throw me
off.

But I'll stand by you, thick
or thin.

"You stand by Hawkins,"
I says to myself, "he'll stand
by you."

JIM:
You mean all's lost?

That's about it.

I'll save your life if I
can...

...but, Jim, if we gets off
this here lee shore...

...you save old John from
swinging, huh?

I'll do what I may.

Ah, that's good enough for me.

Oh, here comes a squall, or
I'm mistook.

Let them come, lad,
I've still got a shot in me
locker.

Well, hand it over, lubber.

Step up, Dick, I won't eat
you.

The black spot, I thought so.

Where might you have got the
paper?

Oh, hello, this ain't lucky.

You've gone and cut this out
of a Bible.
What fools cut a Bible?

There. What'd I say?
"No good'll come to that," I
said.

Well, you've about fixed it
now. What soft-headed lubber
had a Bible?

-Well, Dick.
-Then Dick can get to prayers.

-He's had his slice of luck as
Dick.
-It weren't my idea.

Now, look here, Silver.

This crew's tipped you the
black spot. Turn it over, read
what's wrote there.

Thank you, George.
You always was brisk for
business...

-...and knowed the rules by
heart.
-Aye.

"Deposed."

Very pretty wrote to be sure.
Your hand of write, George?

You'll be captain next,
I shouldn't wonder.

You're done, Long John.

You made a hash of this
cruise.

You let the enemy out of this
trap here for nothing? Why? I
don't know.

Which you wouldn't let us go
at them on the march, neither.

Which made good sea sense to
me.

And there's this here boy.

Now, you just step down here
and help vote.

-Is that all?
GEORGE: Enough too.

We'll all swing and sun-dry
for your bungling.

And you're near the mark there
by Christ.

Looks like a hornpipe in a
rope's end at Execution Dock.

But my bungling? For you that
done it.

You, George, and you, Tom
Morgan...

...you infernal gang
of grass-combing lubbers.

Not me.

If I'd had my way, we'd be
sitting aboard the Hispaniola
right now...

...eating a plum duff
with our hold full of
treasure.

And you have that Davy Jones'
insolence to stand up for
captain over me...

...George Merry,
you miserable son of a whore.

The map.

It's Flint's map.

That's Flint right enough.
J.F. A score below with a
clove hitch to it, so he done
ever.

-Where?
-Mighty pretty.

But how are we going to get
away with it?
Us and no ship.

I give you warning, George,
one more word of your sauce...

...and I'll eat your liver for
breakfast.

Now I resign, by thunder.

I'll let who you want for
captain. I'm done with it.

No, John, you're captain here.

Barbecue for captain.
Barbecue for captain.

Well, George,
looks like you'll have to wait
another turn.

This, uh, black spot,
it ain't good for much now, is
it?

Dick's crossed his luck
and spoiled his Bible, that's
about all.

Here, Jim. Here's a curiosity
for you.

It's from Revelation.

"Without are dogs and
murderers."

Amen to that.

-Blockhouse, ahoy!
-It's the doctor.

Hello, doctor. Top of the
morning.

We've got quite a surprise for
you, sir.

A new boarder and lodger.

Fit as a fiddle and slept like
a supercargo
alongside of old John.

JIM: Doctor.
-Jim, what on--?

Aye, Jim as ever was.

Here's your patients. All
ready, doctor.

Well, well, duty first.
Let's overhaul these patients
of yours.

Well, George Merry, how goes
it?

You're a pretty color,
certainly. Did you take your
bolus?

-Has he taken his medicine,
men?
-Aye, aye, sir.

-Aye, like a soldier.
-Good. Here's another draft.
Go on.

-Next.
-Dick don't feel well, sir.

-I feel fine.
-Oh, step up here, lad.

-Let's see your tongue.
-No.

Tongue.

Clear. Your tongue is fit to
frighten the French. Another
fever, Mr. Silver.

-Shocking.
-There.

-There. That come to spoiling
Bibles.
-It wasn't my idea.

That's what come to being
arrant asses, not knowing
honest air from poison.

Camping in a swamp.

You've got malaria, Dick.
Take this medicine.

Oh, come on, lad, take it.

That's it. Off you go.

Well, that's done for the day,
I believe.

You see, Jim, as I'm a
mutineer's doctor,
as a part of the bargain...

...I make it a point not to
lose a man
for King George's gallows.

And now, I'd wish to have a
talk with this boy, please.

-No, no, my God.
-Oh, shut up, George.

Hawkins, give your word of
honor as a young gentleman not
to slip your cable?

-Oh, just a darmy minute.
-Aye. Aye, sir.

All right, doctor,
you just step outside the
palisade.

I'll bring the boy down.
You can yarn through the
spars.

-Silver, you're playing--
-No, by thunder!

You bloody damn fools.

You think we're going to break
the treaty the very day we go
hunting treasure?

Break it when the time comes.

Right.

Come along, Jim.

Easy, lad.
They can round on us in an
instant.

Doctor.

Boy'll tell you how I saved
his life and were deposed for
it too.

Steering mighty close to the
wind with these cutthroats.

You won't think it amiss,
mayhap, to speak a good word
for me when the time comes.

Why, John, you're not afraid.

Doctor, you know I'm no
coward...

...but I'll confess I have the
shakes upon me
for the gallows.

That's a long stretch, is
that.

And I'll step aside now.

So, Jim, here you are.

As you have brewed,
so shall you drink, my boy.

When Captain Smollet was well,
you dared not have ran off.

When he was wounded, by
George, it was downright
cowardly.

Doctor, you might spare me.

I've blamed myself enough.

I'm as good as dead anyway.
I'd be dead by now if it
weren't for Silver.

I'm not afraid to die.

And I guess I deserve it.

But if they should come to
torture me--

Torture? Jim, Jim, we can't
have this. Whip over and we'll
run for it.

-Doctor, I passed my word.
-Yes, I know, I know.

-But I gave my word.
-Yes, so you did, Jim.

But never mind all that.
I'll take it on my own
shoulders.

Now, jump. One jump and you're
out. We'll run like antelopes.
Hmm?

No.

You wouldn't do it yourself.

Very well. You're a brave lad.
But why should they want to
talk to you?

Because they know
I know where the ship is.

-The ship?
-Yeah. The Hispaniola.

I cut her cable,
part by luck, part by risking.

I got her beached in the North
Inlet, safe and sound.

The ship.

Jim, well done.

At every step,
it's you that saves our lives.

You don't imagine
we're going to let you lose
yours.

Silver.

Let me give you some advice.

I shouldn't be in too much
hurry to find that treasure.

I'll do what's possible, which
that ain't.

Doctor, I can only save my
life and the boy's by seeking
that treasure.

-You may lay to that.
-Very well.

But look for squalls when you
find it.

Now, you said either too much
or too little.

Too much by far.

Now, you keep that boy
close beside you.

If you need any help, halloo.

Good day to you, Mr. Silver.

-Bye, Jim.
-Goodbye.

God keep you.

Come along, lad.
We're going on a treasure
hunt.

Aah! Just you keep close
alongside of old Long John.

I've seen the doctor signal
you to run and I've seen you
say no.

That's one to you, Jim.

South southeast, for Spy-glass
Hill.

Mateys.

-Silver.
-He can't have found the
treasure.

No, he didn't do that.
This here's only Spy-glass
Hill.

DICK:
What sort of way is that for
bones to lie?

It ain't in nature.

I have a notion.

Spy-glass Hill, tall tree,
the point north and north
northeast.

Here, Jim, just you take a
bearing there
along the line of them bones.

North northeast. They point
north.

I thought so.

This here's a pointer.

By thunder,
that Flint were a cold
bastard.

Him and six was alone here.

He killed them, every man.

And this one he hauled here
and laid out with a compass
for a bearing.

Shiver my timbers.

Six they were and six are we.

Great guns, if Flint were
living now, this'll be a hot
spot for you and me.

Clear there, stow this talk.
Flint's dead.

Fetch a course for the
doubloons. The point north to
north northeast.

Come on, lad.

George, rig a line, aloft with
you.

There you go, lad.

Get into that line now.

All right, lad.

Clamp on to that part.

Jim, I can manage.

I told you, you can make it
with me.

Off you go.

Good lad.

Heave away.

I don't feel sharp.

Thinking of Flint, it were,
has done me.

Thinking at all has done you,
Tom Morgan.

You can praise your stars
Flint's dead.

He died bad, Flint did.

He was an ugly devil too.
Blue in the face.

That's how the rum took him.
Right, he did. And all around
him.

BEN :
Fifteen men on a dead man's
chest

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

It's Flint, by thunder.

Flint as ever it was.

-Holy spirit--
-Now, hold fast now.

That might've come about
that someone's larking about.

Someone that's flesh and blood
too, you may lay to that.

But you know,
that sounded mighty like Flint
to me.

BEN:
Darby McGraw.

Darby McGraw.

Fetch aft the rum, Darby.

Darby McGraw.

They were his last words.
His last words on this Earth.

But one man of his crew alive,
what went to sea with 75.

That fixes it. Let's go.

Hold on now.

There's nobody on this island
ever heard of Darby, none but
us.

-Also the devil.
-You hear me.

I come to get that treasure.

I was never afeard of Flint in
life, and by the powers, I
ain't afeard of him dead.

There's 700,000 pounds
not a quarter mile from here.

It's child's play to find it.

Seven hundred thousand
gold and silver.

-And jewels too, I recollect.
-Aye.

Jewels by the bushel baskets.

-And silver bars.
-Aye.

Think on it, lads.

Seven hundred thousand pounds.

Belay there, John.
Don't you go a-crossing the
spirit.

Spirit, eh? Well, maybe.

But man or beast or spirit,
I don't care if it's Beelzebub
himself...

...I'm going to get that loot.

Aye, that's about the right
bearing.

No time, my mates. All
together!

-It's gone.
-What?

-Someone must've been here
before us.
-Son of a dog.

Seven hundred thousand pounds,
by thunder, gone to the devil.

No.

Here, Jim, standby for
trouble.

Two guineas.

-Is that it?
-By God.

Two guineas.

That's your 700,000 pounds, is
it?

Keep digging, boys.

You'll find some pignuts,
I shouldn't wonder.

Pignuts? Damn your lies.

Look at him. He knew it all
along.

Take a look at his face,
mates. You'll see it right
there.

Standing for captain again,
George?

Silver.

It's the doctor!

Run.

Now, George, I reckon I
settled you.

-Jim, are you all right?
-Fair enough, doctor.

Thank you, doctor.

You come in just about the
nick, I'd say.

Ben Gunn.

Well, here you are.

Aye, I am Ben Gunn. I am.

And how do, Mr. Silver?
Pretty well, thank you, says
you.

Darby McGraw. Darby McGraw.

-Ha, ha.
-It was Ben that found the
treasure.

By God, how in blazes did he
do that without the map?

I found the skeleton, same as
you...

...and I dug up the treasure
and carried it all on my back.

Many weary journeys it were
too.

And I stored it all safely in
my cave.

Ben.

Ben, to think it was you that
done me.

No wonder you was so quick to
give us that map, doctor. It
weren't good for nothing.

-Jim? Jim. Jim, thank God,
you're still alive.
-You too, squire.

Good day to you, squire. It
was life or death on a lee
shore for Jim and me.

Back to back, we were.

Long John Silver,
you're a prodigious villain
and a liar, sir.

A monstrous impostor, sir.

The doctor here says I'm not
to prosecute you and I'll keep
that side of the agreement.

But the dead men hang about
your neck like millstones,
sir.

-Thank you kindly, squire.
-I dare you to thank me!

Jim. Well, Jim.

Silver, I see you've managed
to save your own neck once
again.

Aye, aye, captain.
Come back to do me duties,
sir.

Ah, yes.

You're a man to keep your
word. We all know that.

Stand aside, sir.

Jim, come with me.

I have something to show you.

Here, look.

Oh, my.

Jim...

...Flint's blood money.

LIVESEY: Well, squire.
-Doctor.

JIM: I was kept busy all day
in the cave, packing the
minted money into bags.

There was nearly every variety
of money in the world:

English, French, Spanish,
Portuguese, Chinese and
Arabian coins...

...Georges and louis...

...gold doubloons
and double guineas and
moidores...

...and sequins and silver
pieces of eight.

All the treasure Flint had
amassed in a lifetime of blood
and murder.

All the way, sir.

You cack-handed old fool,
what are you doing?

I've been ashore too long,
sir.

-Squire.
-Thank you, Silver.

Squire.

Come on, come on, come on.

Put your back into it up
front.

JIM: From the pirates who had
fled into the hinterlands, we
heard no more.

We rowed out a great kedge
anchor on a hawsehole...

...and at the crest of the
flood tide, winched the
Hispaniola off the sandbar...

...and set sail at last for
home.

Headsails and courses, Mr.
Hunter.

Jim? Let go clew lines and
foot lines.
Haul away!

Can't say I'm sorry
to see the last of that island
be gone.

JIM:
I hope I never see it again.

A power of good men died
aboard there.

And what's to become of old
Long John?

Well, I expect you'll stand
for trial. I will testify on
your part, as I promised.

Aye, Jim, your word's good,
I knows that.

But them lawyers, they got
ways...

...of twisting a man's words,
bending them back on him...

...till he's fouled by his own
haws, as it were.

I have a mortal fear of
hanging.

You know that, Jim.

You never seen a man hanged
aboard ship, did you?

Ran up to the end of the
yardarm by his own mess mates.

Black hood over his face,
kicking and screaming,
strangling slow.

Can take hours to die.

Not a pretty sight at all.

I wouldn't think so.

But maybe you should've
thought of that
before you turned to piracy.

I won't be fooled by you
again, Long John.

You saved my life
and I'll try and save yours.

Meanwhile, maybe you better
get below.

The captain will be piping
supper soon.

He'll have your other leg off,
if it's not ready.

You bucko.

What a pair we two could've
made.

Evening, Ben Gunn.

Evening, Barbecue.

Wouldn't it be a mortal shame
if you was to cry out now?

I might just let this here
knife slip and cut your throat
to the neck bone.

It's mighty sharp.

-Right.
-Right.

Now, you just stay the course
there and give your old
shipmate time to get away...

...and I'll forget all about
how you done me back there at
the island.

Aye, aye, captain.

You give me a good half hour
to get up to windward, mind
you.

I will.

And the best of luck to you,
Silver.

Silver's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

For God's sake, man,
will you ever learn to knock?

He's taken a sack of
doubloons...

-...and one of the gold bars.
-What?

Blast and damn.

Ben Gunn, what's the matter
with you?
Didn't you see anything?

He must've gone right past
you, you waif-faced imbecile--

Oh, no, sir. I didn't see
nothing, sir.

Just watching my course,
like a good seaman, sir. I
was.

Can't you overhaul him,
captain?

Oh, surely, you can sail the
Hispaniola faster than a
little boat like that.

Not to windward.
He has the weather gauged of
us, man.

We could tack about all night
and never catch him.

JIM:
Of Silver, we heard no more.

That formidable, seafaring man
with one leg...

...has gone clean out of my
life.

Perhaps he has found comfort
somewhere along the Spanish
Main...

...plying his old trade.

As for Treasure Island,
the bar silver lies there
still...

...but wild horses couldn't
drive me back
to that accursed place.

In my worst nightmares, I
still hear the surf
booming along its coast.

I sit up right in bed, with
the sharp voice of Captain
Flint ringing in my ears.