All language subtitles for Treasure.Island.1999.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC5.1

- Give her a hand.

- Come on you swabs,
put your back into it.

We've gotta bury this
treasure before sundown!

Lower away!

- Oh Jesus.

- You stupid swine!

I'll kill ya!

- There.

I don't understand
why we couldn't go.

How are we gonna
find out where Flint

buried the treasure, eh?

- Ah, Billy Bones.

You're as boneheaded
as a backward blowfish.

You wanna be out
there with Flint?

Burying the biggest
treasure ever found

in the Spanish main?

You really think he's gonna let any of those swabs live

after they've buried it for him?

- Blowfish, is it?

Well I don't think
I need the insults,

Long John Silver.

- No you don't, now, do you?

- No I bloody don't.

- And what are you
gonna do about it?

- I'll show you what
I'm gonna do about it.

Carry on, Bill.

- Silver!

I'll show you how crazy I am!

Watch out, Silver!

- Hello?

Anybody here?

Anybody?!

Anybody here?

- Yes sir, sorry sir.

Can I help you?

- For starters,
just a glass of rum

for an old seafaring
man on a cold wet day.

- Yes, sir.

Here you go, sir.

- Oh, that's the stuff, lad.

That's the stuff.

You get many customers here?

- No, sir.

- Not many folks
around these parts?

No, sir.

- Just you in here alone?

- No, sir, my grandmother's upstairs, sir.

But she's ailing,
sir, and bedridden.

- Oh, sir, sir, sir.

They ain't knighted me and they ain't likely to.

Just call me,

call me Captain.

- Yes, sir.

I mean, Captain.

- What be your name?

- Jim Hawkins.

- Well, Jim.

You ever see a seafaring
man in these parts

with one leg?

- No, Captain.

- Or a blind man with
a burn like this?

- No.

- Well then.

You ever heard of
pieces of eight?

- Yes, sir.

- Well this be one of them.

And it be yours if you
ever see such men, aye?

Do us purdy little
encouragement like.

Keep your eyes open

and tell me if you ever see such men in these parts.

Now Jim, fetch me a rum.

- Yes, Captain.

- You have bad blood.

Relieve the pressure on your brain as much as we can.

You've drunk your fill here.

You can still do a little good.

This should help, Mrs. Hawkins.

Now please, try to remain calm as much as you can.

- That reprobate doesn't
help out, doesn't he?

Has he paid you anything yet?

- No, nothing.

- Jim, go and turn the
pike down, will you?

- Must I, sir?

- All right.

I'll see to it.

- The inkeeper's unwell, sir.

I'd be obliged if you
keep your voice down.

- This is England, isn't it?

It's a free country.

I'll sing where I like

and I'll drink when I like.

- Is that so, sir?

Well then.

I hope you do
continue drinking rum.

Because if you do,

it's my belief that the
world will very soon

be rid of a verminous scoundrel.

- Take it back.

- Remove that
oriental instrument

or I promise you,
you'll hang for it.

- Captain!

- More rum.

- If ever I hear a breath of complaint about you,

I'll have you hunted
down and routed out

like a mad dog,
do you understand?

- Rum, Jim.

Rum!

- Yes, sir.

- I'll get it, Molly.

Hello sir, may I help you?

- All right, you sonny.

I'm told this might
be the lodgings

of my old mate, Billy Bones.

- I'm sorry sir.

We only have one guest here.

- And who might that guest be?

- We call him Captain, sir.

- And this Captain,

he wouldn't have a scar
on his cheek, would he?

His right cheek?

- Come on boy.

We'll give my old
mate, bless his heart,

a wee surprise.

Get out of here, wench!

- Ah, Bill, the old mate.

- Black Dog.

- Black Dog as ever was.

Come for to pay his respects

to an old shipmate, Billy.

- Well now you've run me down.

What of it?!

- Well.

First, we'll sit
down, if you please

and talk square like old mates.

Get out of it, boy.

And none of your
keelhauling either.

- What be it, Jim?

What be all the
noise down there?

- A man to see the
Captain, granny.

Get out there!

- It comes to swinging,
swing off there!

- No, Billy!

I'll be back, Billy.

- Runt, rum!

- I'll be back!

- Dear, dear me!

- Friend!

- I thought that was
blood I saw on the road.

What's going on here?

- There was a fight.

He be wounded!

- Wounded?

Fiddlesticks, this
man has had a stroke

just as I warned him he would.

Now come on Mrs. Hawkins,

get back to your own
bed or you'll end up

on the floor just as he is.

And you, Jim will
kindly fetch me a basin

and my instruments.

They're in my saddlebag.

- Yes, sir.

- Prophetic.

Well, Mr. Billy Bones.

We can see the
color of your blood.

No time for leeches
or other niceties.

You're not afraid of the sight of blood, are you, Jim?

- No, sir.

Just heights.

- Hold that basin steady.

Well, hold his wrist.

- Where's Black Dog?

- There's no Black Dog here.

You were drinking
rum, you had a stroke.

And I, very much against
my better judgment

have dragged you head
foremost from the grave.

Now, Mr. Bones.

- My name is not Bones.

- I'm told it is.

Now I tell you this.

One glass of rum won't kill you.

But one will lead to
two, and two to three,

and I'll stake my name
that if you don't stop,

you'll die.

I don't know.

In view of my conscience, make it simple.

The name of rum
for you is death.

Who is it?

- I've got your dinner, Captain.

- It's not food I
need, sonny Jim.

It's rum.

- But remember what
the doctor said?

- Ah, doctors.

Doctors is all swabs.

I've been in lands

hot as pitch, mates falling with the yellow jack.

What do doctors know
of lands like that?

And I survived, Jim.

I survived on rum.

I've lived on rum.

And I need to drink.

Man and wife to me,
I don't need doctors.

What was that?

- I'm not sure.

- Will any kind soul
inform a poor man

whose eyes have been blinded by a wicked buccaneer

as to which part of the country he may now be in?

- Admiral Benbow Inn, sir.

- Take my arm, sonny
so that you may

lead me in to see the Captain.

- I don't dare, sir!

- Take me in straight
or I'll break your arm!

- But I fear for you, sir.

He's got a cut that's in--

- Don't fear for me, son.

Fear for yourself.

Now lead me in.

- Captain.

I've got a friend for you.

- Billy Bones, I can
tell by the smell.

- Pew.

Now that you've found me,

what do you want with me?

- Old business, man.

- I have no business with you.

- I've spent the last
five years of my life

searching for the man
that took my sight.

And when I found him,

I found that what I
wanted wasn't there.

And
what was that, Pew?

- Hell, what do
you think it was?

The chart to the treasure, now where is it?

- Ah, I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Well perhaps a blind
man can't find it

but certainly, others can.

There, that's done.

- What's that?

- It's the black spot, Jim.

It's a summons.

It's a message, this.

This one says they're
coming for me.

They're coming
for what I've got!

But I'll not give it to them.

I'll not give it to them, Jim.

I'll give it to you.

Go to the chest, the chest!

Take what's yours.

Pick it up.

Hurry, boy, hurry,
they're coming.

That's just lead shot.

That's my lucky blowfish, boy.

Hurry, hurry!

That's just a swordfish
bill from Madagascar.

Get the chart, get the map!

Yeah.

Where is it, Jim?

Where is it?

- The Captain!

- Bloody long walk, Black Dog.

Bloody rum in this Inn?

- Mind the rum, you lubber.

Now you got the key to
the greatest treasure

in the Spanish main.

And you're worried about rum?

Robert!

Stand lookout!

I'll go search upstairs!

Ah, get off!

- Never mind upstairs.

This is where the room is!

Billy, Billy, we've
come to get you.

It's time.

Ah, dead, well.

Good riddance to you.

Hey!

I'll get you, boy!

- Gran, Gran, gotta go!

Gotta get out!

- My purse, say Jim, what be it?

We gotta go.

We're gonna go.

Come on, Gran, come on.

- Where be Molly?

I don't know,
Gran, no time, come on!

Come on, Gran!

Where's Billy Bones at?!

Where is he?

Ah, let's get him!

I'll get you, boy!

- Catch!

What the hell?!

- The map!

Where is it?

Come on!

Come on, boy!

- Billy!

You!

Faced me long enough, boy!

Come on, where is it?

Come on!

- Come on Jim, don't do it!

No, don't go, don't go.

Jim, are you all right?

Jump, Gran, jump!

- I daren't.

I'll get you!

Come back here, you young whelp!

- Revenue agent!

- What is it?

Who's coming?

Don't leave me, you cowards!

Somewhere in the back!

Get him now.

- Who's there?

- It's Hawkins, sir!

- Young Tom Hawkins?

Yes, sir!

It's Jim, sir.

- This man is dead.

- Who is he?

- Pirates, sir.

There's a whole crew of 'em.

- I was right.

About that ship that
sailed into Kit Hole.

What they want with you?

- I think this, sir.

- What is it?

- I believe it's the map to Captain Flint's treasure.

- My god!

- Well perhaps I should take that for safekeeping.

- Now, now, Doctor, not so fast.

- Well considering
the boy found it,

and I am a doctor
and a magistrate.

- Please, Doctor, as
Chief Revenue Agent

for the county of Cornwall.

- Gran, Gran!

Gran!

Doctor!

Doctor, come here!

Gran, wake up.

Doctor, is she?

- I'm afraid so, Jim.

There's nothing more
I can do for her now.

Commissioner Dunce
and I have agreed that

I should take this now to show to Squire Trelawney.

- Doctor, wait.

I think that

since the chart was
given to me, and, well,

- Out with it, boy!

- I think I should come
with you, at least.

- Yes, very well.

Saddle up then,
we'll ride together.

- Smugglers?

Right here in the county?

What is England coming to, huh?

- Not just smugglers, sir.

And pirates!

- Pirates eh?

What of them?

- Two dead at the
Admiral Benbow.

A few arrests, the rest flown.

And the boy's poor
grandmother dead

from the excitement
and trouble of it all.

- Is that true?

- I'm afraid so.

- My condolences.

- Thank you.

- There is this, Squire.

- What is it?

- Well, it claims to be the map to Flint's Treasure.

- Captain Flint?

The bloodiest buccaneer
that ever lived?

- The same.

This could solve your financial problems, Squire.

- Yeah.

Perhaps it could.

Let's have a look.

That's an island.

Latitude and longitude clearly defined, you'll notice.

Incredible.

Half of England is
after this chart.

Well, that's enough
for me, I'm all for it.

Will you join me, Doctor?

- Squire, the boy feels that

well, the chart
was given to him.

- Well then he'll join us too.

After all, there's
nothing for you

here now, Hawkins, is there?

There'll be riches
enough for all.

A three way split once
we paid off the crew.

I'll fit up a ship in Bristol.

Admiral, ship's
doctor, cabin boy.

Are you with me?

- There's only one
man I'm afraid of.

- Name the dog.

- You, sir.

- What?

- You're too much
of an enthusiast

and you can't hold your tongue.

These buccaneers tonight, they want this treasure

just as badly as you do.

I implore you.

This is just between
the two of us.

- But...

- The three of us.

- You're as sensible and
blunt as ever, Doctor.

And I pledge there'll
not be a word from me

until we set foot on this, this,

treasure island.

- Thank you.

- Caught this morning, what more could you want?

What more could you want, miss?

- Hey, sailor.

You looking for someone?

- Well I'm not
quite a sailor yet.

But I am looking for a ship.

The Hispaniola.

- Ah, thought you might have been looking for company.

Pretty darling.

Office just down there.

- Thank you.

Ma'am.

- When will she be ready?

- Very soon, very soon.

- Hockles!

Mussels!

- That's what I've been
trying to tell you sir.

I'll be frank with you.

I don't like this cruise.

I don't like the men, and I don't like the first mate.

And that's the short
and sweet of it.

- Is it now?

And perhaps you don't like your new employer either,

is that what you're
trying to say?

- Now, stay a bit,
Squire, stay a bit.

Either our Captain's said too much or too little,

I'd like to find out which.

Now sir, why?

Why don't you like this cruise?

- Squire?

- Ah, Hawkins.

One of us.

Cabin boy.

We're just having a discussion.

- Cabin boy or one of you?

I mean that's my point, Squire.

I'm used to cruises
where crew is crew

and Captain's word is law,

and everyone's working
for the employer.

In yours, all this
is mixed up together!

- What are you talking about?

- I arranged to hire
a crew of my choosing.

Then you go off
and hire them all

based on the word of
this Silver fellow.

- Silver, who's Silver?

- Well the man I wrote to you about, for heaven's sake.

A capital fellow.

Long John Silver, they call him.

He used to be a ship'squartermaster, and then a cook.

We met quite by chance.

And he helped me put
together a company

of the toughest old
salts you can imagine.

- That's right.

And I'm hired
under sealed orders

to sail this ship wherever you should bid me.

And now I find that every man before the mast

knows more than I.

- Knows what?

- That we're sailing for treasure, that's what I hear.

And I hear it from deck hands.

- I never told that to a soul.

- Well it doesn't
matter who told what.

The point is there's
been too much blabbing!

I don't like treasure cruises

and I particularly
don't like them

when the secret's been
told to the parrot.

- Silver's parrot?

- It's a manner
of speaking, sir.

- All right then.

What would you have
us do about it?

I'll tell you what I'd do about it.

- Perhaps, Hawkins, you needn't listen to all this.

Would you deliver this for me?

I take it Captain,
we're still sailing

with the tide tomorrow?

Well then Jim, get this
to Long John Silver.

You'll find him at
the Spyglass Inn.

Now, now, you'll find him, run along and ask anyone.

- Yes, sir.

- Now Captain, you were saying.

- Right, now first
of all the guns.

I mean what sort of expedition allows the crew

to fill the focsle with arms?

- Hey, darling.

What are you looking for now?

- Spyglass Inn, Ma'am.

Do you know where that is?

- The Spyglass?

What you wanna go there for?

It's just up off the
high street, me lovely.

- Get out of here!

- Stay out till you're
sober, Three Sheets!

- Excuse me.

But do you know if there's a Mr. Silver here?

I'd be Long John Silver, lad.

- You, sir?

You
ever see a seafaring man

with one leg.

- And why not, boy?

It's a good a name as any other.

You'd be?

- Jim Hawkins, sir.

New cabin boy at the Hispaniola.

And Squire Trelawney asked me to give you this.

Jim Hawkins.

So we're going on a cruise together, are we, Jimmy?

We're to sail with
the tide tomorrow.

Well that's good, that's good.

I'll have everyone there.

Aye, aye.

I'll even bring
Captain Flint with me.

- Captain Flint?

- Aye.

You want to sail with
us, don't you, Captain?

Come.

- Pieces of eight, - Another round over here,

- pieces of eight!
- mind you.

Coming up, coming up.

- Black Dog!

- You!

You're dead!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Don't hide!

Get out of the way!

- Morgan!

Don't let him catch that boy!

What now, darlin'?

- Black Dog!

- Make way!

Hey!

Watch where you're going now!

Help, help!

Hey!

Watch where you're going now.

- You're knackered, boy.

- You!

Come here!

- Help!

- Poxy ass!

I'm gonna get you!

- Get away from me!

- Look at that.

- Hey, Barbecue.

Sing us a shanty!

- The old one?

Why not?

- Capital idea, this, Doctor.

A voyage fit for Drake

and we come back richer
than the king of Spain.

- I hope so.

- Stand by stations!

- You could help getting
it up there, boy.

What?

Up there, sir?

- Come on.

I'll show you.

And you don't have
to ask the governor

for no permission either.

Come on, boy, get up here.

I'll race you to
the crow's nest.

Come on.

Go!

Come on boy, you're climbing

like an old woman!

Go on boy, we'll make a sailor of ya!

Yeah, good, or
kill you in tryin'.

Come on, get up here!

- Must I, sir?

Yes, you bloody must!

- James.

Your top men are too
slow on the fore.

- Right.

Get out here.

Come on.

This is how you get down.

Captain!

- What are you doing, boy?

Get below, I never wanna
see your disgusting face

above deck again!

Yes, sir, sorry sir.

- How are you taking
to the sea, Doctor?

No sign of the scurvy, I hope.

- Not as yet.

- Fruit's my cure for it.

Barrel of apples open to all on the way down south.

Empty by landfall and
fill it with limes

for the journey home.

- Can't do any harm, I suppose.

- Perhaps we should
have one now.

Care to join me?

Squire?

- Thank you.

- Cabin boy!

Cabin boy!

Three good apples
from the barrel, boy

and there's a lad.

Yes, sir.

What I wanna
know, Barbecue,

is when are we gonna
take over the ship?

Keep your voice down.

- We keep standing off and on like a blasted bombot!

I've had enough of
this Captain Smollett.

He's hazed me long enough.

- Yes sir.

I'm sick of it an all, right.

I could rip em'
all stir a gurgeon.

Specially that old geezer.

- The old geezer?

I want that boy.

He's the one that
killed Black Dog.

- Listen, you swabs.

You live hard and
you'll speak softer

when I give the word.

And you can lay to
that, both of you!

- Well I don't say no, do I?

What I say is when?

- The last moment I can manage.

Now here's the couple of
gentlemen with the map

so I intend to help
them find the treasure.

And have the Captain navigate us halfway back.

- Why?

We're all sailors here.

- Ah, old focsle
hands, you mean.

We can steer a course,
but who's to set one?

Now we all spent five long years

trying to find Flint's map.

So we can wait a few more days before we strike.

- Fine.

But what'll we do with them

when we do make our move?

- Well.

I'm not one for marooning.

- Yeah, like Billy
Bones used to say.

Dead men don't bite, do they?

- Yeah.

Now all this yammerin's givin' me a thirst, eh, Israel?

Pass me an apple there,
now that's a good boy.

- All right, peg leg.

Land ho!

- Hey, there you go, mates.

Another cross,
another part for us.

Bah!

- What?

I don't see anything.

- See that dot there
on the horizon?

That's what the
shout is all about.

Well, don't look
so dumb, cash boy.

Give the Hispaniola another day of sailin', and,

it'll be a little
more impressive, eh?

- John.

- Aye.

- Squire.

I have to talk to
you immediately.

I have some terrible news.

- Not now, Jim.

We've sighted land.

- But it's about the men.

And it's about treason, sir.

And mutiny.

- Squire.

It's best we both listen to what the boy has to say.

- Merry and Hands said
they should do it now

but Mr. Silver held them back.

He said he wanted to wait till the treasure was found.

- So, Silver is the leader?

- Yes, definitely.

- Captain, you were
right and I was wrong.

I was an ass.

So now I await your orders.

- Well, I accept your apology.

We men of the sea have
perhaps a little quicker

insight into these matters.

- Yes, yes, yes but what are we going to do about it?

- It isn't gonna be easy.

Silver is obviously a rather remarkable fellow.

- He'd live remarkably good hanging from the end

of a yard arm.

But never mind that.

Here's a plan for you.

I've noticed that the old boy

has become rather chummy
with the young lad here.

Oh yes, I see things.

I know what's going on.

And I'm thinking once
we reach the island,

we'll let the men go to shore

and Jim can go along with them.

Bit of a fox
amongst the chickens

if you take my meaning.

- See what he can find out,

that sort of thing?

- Exactly.

- Have any of you men ever seen this island before?

- I have, skipper.

We careened there on the ship I was quartermaster of.

- In the anchorage
on the south shore?

- Ah, yes, skipper.

It was a main place
for pirates, they say.

- Enough water there for the Hispaniola to get in?

- Oh yes, sir, yes,
I think so, sir.

- Well we'll soon find out.

As soon as we drop
anchor, I want a party

to go ashore for
fresh water and fruit.

I have a plan.

Let go of the anchor!

- Days away!

Jim, Jim.

Come with us, boy.

See the island,
it's a sweet one.

I get ashore on an
island like that,

I almost forget my
timber leg, huh.

And you, you got 10 toes, you're gonna love it!

- Come on!

- Hey, what have you got?

- Yep, what do you think, eh?

- God bless you my son.

- And this.

- Oh, you must love me.

- Oh I do.

- And the rum.

You forgot that didn't you?

- Watch out for the sharks, Jim.

You wanna keep all those
toes and fingers, eh?

- Hey, Silver!

- Aye?

- Yeah enough with the friendly.

You've got the boy here and that's all well and good.

Now it's time to
get it out of him.

- Now what are
you talking about,

now leave the boy be.

- Now come on John, we've all heard the tale.

The boy's the one
that got the chart

out of Billy Bones, innit?

Yeah.

And the Squire's as good as got it published by now.

Listen son.

We don't expect you to have that chart in your pocket.

But I'll wager you've got the spot where that gold's

bloody buried burnt into that little noggin of yours

like a cow brand, right?

- No, sir.

- Wrong answer.

- Where'd you get that?

You're not supposed
to have arms!

- Eh, that's all right,
Jim, it's not primed.

- No, that's true, Jim.

It ain't primed.

But this is.

- Help!

- Yeah, go on son, you scream.

'Cause they ain't
never gonna hear you

in a month from Sundays.

- Easy, George.

- Hey, I'm gonna snarf
it out of him, John.

You see if I don't.

You idiot, come here!

- Come here, you!

Come here you!

You little sore!

You stop!

- I hope it was a good idea

sending young Hawkins
in with those brigands.

- I'm sure he'll be fine.

But if there is a problem,

well surely he's the most expendable one of us.

Meanwhile I think we
have an opportunity here

that shouldn't be missed.

Let's lock those that are left in the brig for safekeeping.

- On what charge?

- I'll think of something.

- Oh, my heart.

Are you real?

- Of course I'm
real, who are you?

- I'm Ben Gunn.

Who are you?

- Jim Hawkins.

- Jim Hawkins?

You haven't got any
cheese on you have you?

Of course you haven't.

I haven't seen another man

or heard another voice

or had any cheese
for three years!

- Three years?

Were you shipwrecked?

- No, mate.

Marooned.

Marooned?

You're not a pirate, are you?

- No, are you?

- No.

But I've sailed in with some.

- Not Captain Flint?

He's gonna kill me.

- No, Flint's dead.

I sailed in with
Captain Smollett.

Where
did you get that from?

- It's hot.

You let the others go ashore,

I figured it was
time for some grog.

- You drink grog if
and when I say you can.

- We're not at sea.

I'll drink it now.

- Israel Hands, I'm clapping you in the brig.

What for?

- Insolence.

Suspicion of mutiny.

- I'm not going to no brig.

You better
stop or I'll fire.

No, you won't!

- Who's shooting?

- I don't know.

Let's go find out.

Doctor, Squire!

To arms, mutiny!

- They've gone in here!

Like rats in a barrel.

- Squire, we're trapped!

Don't
be silly, Hunter.

Are you
all right, Redruth?

- Yes, sir.

Good
man, follow me up.

- Take the longboat, Squire!

They're gonna go hunt!

- Give me a gun.

- Hurry, Squire!

- Gimme a gun!

- Got it.

- Quick, get the map!

The rest of you, cut them off!

- Where are you, sir?

- Pull her in!

Pull away!

- Sir, don't leave without me!

- Jump then, jump!

- Stop him!

- No, pick him up!

Swim for it, Hunter!

Pull him
with all you've got!

On the starboard.

To the right.

No, the other oar.

Hunter, stop rowing.

Redruth, you, pull harder.

- Yes sir.
- Blast.

Don't
worry, I'll get him.

Aim to the
right, aim to the right.

- Good work, Hunter.

Good work, Redruth.

Put
your backs into it,

put your backs into it.

- All together now.

- Come on!

Good job, lads.

All
right, hold steady.

I think we're out
of pistol range.

Oh no!

On the right, yes.

Way on the left.

Loosen your oars.

- The Jolly Roger!

They must have taken the ship!

They must have the Doctor and Squire as prisoner.

- Now you get down,
boy, they'll see you.

- You don't have a boat, do you?

I've got to get out
to the Hispaniola.

I've gotta try to save them.

- I did build a wee
coracle, but I--

- Can I borrow it?

- You sure you
wanna do this, boy?

- I have to.

Who knows what could
happen to them?

- You're a game 'un, Jim Hawkins, there's no mistake.

All right.

You just paddle it out

and the current will sweep you right past the ship.

Well,
what have we here?

Must be the stockades Silver was talking about.

Flint's men built it.

It's a wonder
Silver's not here.

Well,
he has better taste.

Still, it will serve our purpose admirably.

- Better than
nothing, I suppose.

- What's the matter, boy?

You never seen blood before?

What the hell are
you doing here, boy?

Get away from me!

- Come here, you little brat!

I'm gonna get you sonny Jim.

Why don't you climb, boy?

I said climb.

Go on.

Go on.

Climb, cabin boy, go on.

Why you little...

Run for your life, cabin boy!

- Jim, Jim!

- I'm coming for you, cabin boy.

- What are you
trying to do, boy?

Hide the ship?

You chose a good spot.

Probably safe, hidden
too behind those cliffs.

And your friends, what of them?

- Well they're not on there.

- Yeah I saw men taking over the old stockade on the hill.

Could be your Squire.

He looks like a toff.

Come on, I'll show you the way.

- It's plain what we have.

We have a treasure map

and we have ourselves
some protection here.

Before we go traipsing
around this island

battling with Silver's men,

I'd like to know what's what.

Everything's changed.

I've lost my ship at
least for the moment.

But if you want me to help fight for this treasure

you're gonna have
to share it with me.

- Well it's,

it's just between
us two and the boy.

- Well the boy's gone.

He's probably joined
the pirates by now.

Give me his share,
I'll lead you.

Well, Doctor?

Joined
the pirates, he said?

- After all, we don't even know

whether he's alive or dead.

But...

- That's true. - Shh, careful boy, careful.

- All right, Captain.

The boy goes out, you come in.

Equal shares, agreed?

- I think you've just been cut out of the treasure.

- What?

- Come on.

- They can't cut me out.

- Let's have a
look at this chart.

Where
be that damn ship!?

Come on, ladies!

- I can't believe it!

I mean I found the chart.

I had to fight Black
Dog to keep it.

I had to fight Israel Hands

looking for them.
- Yeah, yeah.

Maybe you should keep
your voice down, Jim.

- I can't believe
it, they cut me out.

Just like that.

- I'll take you to my camp

but maybe just a little bit

quiet will be a good idea. - They totally betrayed me!

let me go!

- Not bloody likely!

- Don't hurt the boy!

- Let me go!

- Shut your top, come on!

Come on, up, up.

- Look who we've got here.

Young Jim Hawkins huh?

Oh, and look who he's
brought with him.

It's old Ben Gunn.

Well Ben, I thought you were sailing with Blackbeard.

How did you get here?

- Marooned.

Here on this island, John.

- Aye.

Did you find
anything of interest?

- No.

No, nothing.

- Well, we're all marooned here.

Now, what about the ship.

Do you know where it is?

- No, sir.

- Ah, the boy's lying, John.

- What about the
Squire and the Doctor.

Do you know where they are?

- Yes, sir.

- Aye.

They took over the stockade

on top of the big chasm.

- Right, let's get them!

- Let go, boy!

We're not going to attack.

- Ah, great.

So we do sweet Fanny Evans, huh?

- No.

No we're gonna
trade for the map.

- Trade 'em?

- Aye.

And if we,

it won't cost us
a drop of blood.

- Yeah what have we got
that they might want?

- Plain and simple, George,

you might have thought
of it yourself.

Being as you're so smart
and that you'd want

to be chief and all.

Our hostage here.

Young Jim Hawkins.

Raise the flag higher.

- Captain, Squire!

- Who goes there?

Stand or we fire.

- Flag of truce!

- And what do you want
with your flag of truce?

- Captain Silver, sir.

We want to come aboard

and make terms.

- Captain Silver?

Don't know him, who's he?

- It's me, sir.

The lad has chosen me Captain

after your desertion, sir.

- I have no interest in talking with you, Silver.

But if you wish to speak

then lay down your
arms and come on in.

Come on, we don't have all day.

You're out of breath, Silver.

You better sit down.

- You're not going
to take me inside?

- Well if you stayed
my ship's cook

you'd be sitting pretty
inside the galley.

But if you gotta
be Captain, Silver,

common mutineer and pirate,

you can go hang.

- Aye.

Very well then.

But you just have to
give me a hand up then.

- Well man, if you've
got something to say

you'd better say it.

- Aye.

Indeed, Squire, to business.

We want the treasure
and we'll have it,

that's the point.

We have the boy, you want him

and then we'll trade
him for the chart.

- The boy?

We don't want the boy.

In six months time
he'll be sun dried

and hanging from the
gibbet in Tilbury

like all the rest of you.

- But he's one of you.

- Not anymore, Silver.

Now get on with it.

Anything else to trade?

If you had our ship we
might trade for that.

But you haven't, have you?

- I'll be on my way.

- Useless waste of a morning.

I'll see you all to Davey Jones.

- Could you give
me a hand up now?

- Not I.

Go and get it.

- Bloody bastard!

Who's gonna help me up?

Squire?

Doctor?

Bloody bastards.

- Stay over there or
risk being shot at.

- You heard what the
Captain said, boy.

- Fine then, shoot me!

If someone can't help a man in need, then shoot me!

- No, don't shoot!

- For God's sake, man.

- Blasted blighters!

Come on, boy!

Thank you, Jim, thank you lad!

- See to the gate.

That's a fine tattoo, Jim.

It's a sign, you know.

Truly a gentleman of fortune like the rest of us, eh?

- Gentleman of fortune?

Doesn't that mean a pirate?

- Ah, pirate Jim.

Now the word's a tricky one.

For instance here, now who would be the pirates?

The men who worked their way across this treasure cruise

and simply wanted
their share of it

or men like the
Squire and the Captain

who stole the treasure
chart from a lad

who was given it and
then betrayed him

out of his share of it.

Now might they be the ones that should be called pirates?

- Silver!

The lads are getting
a little nobbed

about the way this happy
holiday's shapin' up.

So they've asked
me to have a word.

- Well if you want to
speak then speak away.

- All right.

You've got us here,
we've got nothing

to show for it.

No treasure, no ship.

Just this blasted kid.

With only you being a little bit too friendly for my liking

considering he was
meant to be an hostage.

- And what of it?

How long do I have
to listen to you,

to your drivel?

Go fish.

Or cut meat.

- Morgan, give it him.

The black spot.

I might have known.

Now let's see what it says, huh?

Ah, unopposed.

And I thought as much.

Very well, George Merry.

Here.

Take me Captains hat and make the best of it you can.

I'll do as bid but

I don't need to talk to you

so I'll thank you
to be on your way.

Come on.

- Hah, there you go, Jim.

There's a curiosity
for you, see?

That's the pirate way.

Now, any man calls
himself Captain

can be voted out like
they just did to me,

and then vote in
any man they want,

even a fool.

Like George Merry.

Well, Jim, whatever happens now,

thick or thin I'll
stick by you, boy.

You stood by me at the stockade

and by thunder,

I'll stand by you.

- It's a good idea.

We have the guns,
they dig it up,

we relieve them of it.

- Are you quite sure about this?

- I'm the one he'll
trust, if any.

Careful, sir.

Thank you, Redruth.

Good luck.

- Listen, are we gonna
stand around growing old

or attack that stockade and get the treasure map?

Attack today.

- Right, well there's
more of us than them,

we'll do it now, come on.

- Flag of truce!

- Hold your fire.

What do you want?

- Squire Trelawney.

Under a flag of truce to
speak to Captain Silver.

- Ain't no Captain Silver here.

On the other hand if you want to speak to Captain Merry

then come aboard.

- We changed our minds.

We'll accept your offer.

We'll exchange the map
in return for the boy.

- You wanna give us the chart?

Yes, if you
give us back the boy.

- You got it with you?

Done, it's a deal.

You can take him.

Boy, you're free to go.

- You're free, Jim.

- I don't want to go!

- What?

- You sold me out
once so I'll stay out!

- Well in that case,

I suppose the deal's off.

I'll take the chart back.

- No you won't, old man.

We've done a deal.

The boy's free to go.

It just appears he
doesn't want to.

So you get the hell out of here

before I filet you
like a herring!

- They don't want me back.

I knew before you
even took me there.

It's just a trap.

- Maybe, boy.

But you'll not stop them now.

Pieces of
eight, pieces of eight!

- Captain Flint?

Where did you come from?

That's a sign, boy,
that's a good sign.

That means we've
still got our ship.

And now.

Now we've got to find
ourselves some treasure.

- Hey, check at us now, mate.

Hey, you think
you can do better?

Here, you take it!

- Come on, George.

- Wait.

Spyglass shore.

Compass!

Now there she lies,
boys, there she lies!

Come on!

Come on, you bunch of blaggards!

Come on!

Perfect.

They're delirious
with gold fever.

- George!

- Here's some bones for
the pickings, Old John.

All right, maybe it's an old salt by the look of his kit.

- That's a good guess.

I wouldn't like to find a bishop here, there was.

- Why is he lying like that?

The boy is
right, it's strange.

- One of Flint's old jokes.

He always was one to make a man squirm in his boots.

Not unlike his cook.

- Take a bearing, George.

Along the line of them bones.

- North by north northwest.

What does
the chart say?

- Skeleton island.

North by north northwest.

- Well I reckon
this is a marker.

And that's our course.

- Come on, come on!

Yeah!

- They're off again.

- Do you think they
know what they're doing?

- Who better to decide
for the convolutions

of a twisted pirate's mind

than another twisted pirate?

Come on.

Come
on boys, come on!

Nearly there!

- I don't believe it.

I don't believe it!

Someone's already gone and done a runner with it!

Redruth,
cover us from behind.

Squire,
Redruth, all right.

Thank you.

- I was afraid of this.

- Dig!

Dig!

Idiot!

Shut up!

Dig!

- Hey, any more of that, lad

and you'd be walking home.

What are you doing
you useless swabs?

There's nothing in there!

Just get out!

- George!

- I told you it was a trap!

- Attack or retreat, Squire?

- Attack, man, attack!

Right, this
is our time, boys!

Walk to double time, guys!

Run, Jim, run!

- Agh!

We need more powder!

- Agh!

- Long John's all alone!

I've gotta help him!

It won't fire!

- Get down, boy, get down!

- Now that was a
day's work, wasn't it?

Both still in one piece?

Whoah, we're in fine pickle now,

nothing but dead bodies.

No crew, no treasure, no ship.

No enemy even.

Oh, oh but what am I saying?

What am I saying, we've
got our lives, don't we?

We've got our lives,
don't we, Jim, aye.

- You saved my life, Long John.

I reckons I owes you some.

- Some, some, some what?

- Some of your name.

Some silver, man.

- You were the one who
found the treasure?

- I may not have had a map

but I've had three long
years to search for it.

Hey come on, I'll
show you.

It took me a month
to get in in here!

- Ben Gunn, you are a marvel!

- Hey, we'll split three ways.

I found it, Jim's
got a ship, and,

- You do?

- I sort of.

I had it all along.

You are a son of
a seadog!

- And we need a Captain.

- Ack.

Captain Long John Silver!

I've always rather
liked the ring of it.

- Do you think if we could catch her off the bar she's on

and get the booty aboard,

the three of us could
put up a sail or two

and sail her over the Panama?

- Yeah.

I've never sailed the
route as Captain but

I've seen it sailed as cook.

I reckon we could try.

- Hey, we're free, mates!

Fight's goddess!

- Shall we pull it up then?

- Yeah eh, let's pull up on the,

ah, aye, let's pull up the,

what is that one called, Ben?

- I don't remember, John.

- Well, do I have to
know the name then?

Ah then let's just,

let's just pull it up!

Pull it up, brothers!

Ah, here we go!