All language subtitles for Captain Pirate (1952)

Colonel Ramsey. Colonel Ramsey!

At least one of them was here, sir.
I found this waistband down on the beach.

You know, that's Peter Blood's house.

I know what that could mean.
You remain here. Have Rogers follow me.

It's Ramsey.

Easy there. Easy.

- You must get these lads out at once, Peter.
- There, that's finished.

You know what it means
to be caught helping runaway slaves.

Angus, you're fidgeting like an old woman.

Aye, but we'll fidget worse
at the end of a rope.

- Captain Blood, l...
- Dr. Blood, Colonel Ramsey.

I've come about some escaped slaves.

And with a surprising lack of manners, too.

We found a slave's waistband on the beach.

You're liable to find anything on the beach,
even seashells.

I just removed one from his foot.
That should hold you, Angus.

Thank you, Dr. Blood.

Now, Colonel,
you wanted to see me about some slaves.

I'm afraid I have none to sell you.

You see,
this land and everything on it is free.

I wasn't speaking of buying.

You were a pirate once, Blood,
before your reform.

If you've taken to stealing slaves now, l...

Perhaps, Colonel,
you also heard that I was once a slave.

An ex-slave can
hardly be expected to like slavery...

or slave-owners.

It's the Lady Isabella.

Excuse me.

Isabella.

Oh, I'm sorry, dear. This is Colonel Ramsey.

Colonel, this is...

I had the honor of meeting the Lady Isabella
at the Governor's reception.

Oh, if you have business to discuss
with my fiance, Colonel...

please don't let me detain you.

- Fiance?
- Yes.

Dr. Blood and I are to be married next week.

- You're a lucky devil, Blood.
- I'm aware of that, Colonel.

Well, we have a long search ahead of us.

Well, I certainly won't recover my property
standing here...

delightful as the company is.

I'm glad to see you're feeling better, Angus.

Poor Angus has had the gout.

I'm afraid, too much rich living
since we gave up the sea.

You're not beginning to regret
giving up the sea?

My dear, I have no regrets whatever.

Who is this?

Manuelito.

He's a present from my cousin, Don Ramon.

He sent him to me with a letter saying
he'd be here in time for our wedding.

Oh, very generous of him...

to honor the marriage
of a Spanish noblewoman to an ex-pirate.

- We will not speak of that again.
- All right, my dear. Let's go in the house...

and Angus will prepare us
one of his Highland dinners.

- It's good to see you, my lady.
- Thank you.

It's no that bad cooking.
I've kept ye healthy enough.

Healthy, I grant you, but no paunch.

And how can I be respectable
without a paunch?

After what you're used to in Spain,
this is a poor threshold to ask you to cross.

It's the one I want to get used to.

- It's odd, Peter, but I feel at home already.
- I'm glad, dear.

Angus...

you'd better feed our patients.

Oh, and they can leave
as soon as it gets dark.

Here ye are, laddies.

There's food, drink...

and be sure to get some sleep.

Peter, what you're doing is dangerous.

No matter how you feel,
helping escaped slaves is against the law.

If they come to me for help,
how can I turn them out?

You helped a man in England once
and your reward was prison.

A man can't live like a man
and not make enemies.

But forgive me.

We should be planning our wedding, and I
should be making gallant speeches to you.

It's not for speeches that I love you, Peter.

Hilary, you didn't forget. Plover.

Beautiful, my boy, beautiful.

I hope you enjoy them.

Your Excellency, I have the honor to present
Don Ramon del Montealegre of Cartagena...

Lady Isabella's cousin.

Welcome to Jamaica, sir.
It's delightful to see you, Hilary.

Did you dispose of your cargo
in Puerto Bello?

An average of £17 a head, sir,
I'm glad to report.

£17? The price of slaves is improving.

Your company should be delighted.
I'll take that fine sleek hen there.

- Go prepare them.
- Yes, sir.

After leaving Puerto Bello,
we put into Cartagena.

- Cartagena was sacked by pirates.
- Sacked?

The royal Governor murdered
and almost a hundred others dead.

By gad, sir,
if you have need of a stout English ship...

- to help hunt down this pirate vermin...
- The pirate was English.

English? No, that's impossible.

How can you be sure? Who identified him?

I did.

At a time when England fights for her life
against Louis of France...

it is most regrettable that your pirates
attack your only friend and ally.

I assure you, Don Ramon,
we shall do everything within our power...

to bring these rogues to justice.

Meanwhile, we shall at least have
the pleasure of your company, Don Ramon...

at the wedding of your cousin,
Lady Isabella.

There will be no wedding.

The pirate who raided Cartagena
was Captain Peter Blood.

But Dr. Blood is no pirate, gentlemen.

He's a physician
and well thought of in these parts.

- There must be some mistake.
- I wish it were a mistake...

but too many people recognized
his blue and silver uniform.

Captain Evans himself showed me
this blackguard through his telescope.

He made no secret of it.
His pirates, roaming drunk...

through the streets of Cartagena,
boasted they were Blood's men.

Your Excellency's servant.

Knowing the way I feel about Isabella,
you must realize the difficult position...

- in which this places me.
- Wait, Don Ramon.

This whole thing has come
as somewhat of a shock...

but Spain is our ally
and I have a duty to my king.

If there is one shred of evidence
against Peter Blood...

he shall hang like any other pirate.

Good day, gentlemen.

To us. To our happiness.

To our life together.

Peter, you've spilled your luck.

That's a bad omen.

Take your omens out of here,
you Highland hag, or I'll spill your luck.

He and his omens.

Open it.

Oh, Peter, it's beautiful.

It's the best a poor surgeon can do.

I might have done better for you
in the old days.

My present for you.

"To Peter Blood with all my love."

I'll wear it here, always.

- What is it?
- I don't know. I'll go and see.

- Speak while you still can.
- I have a warrant for your arrest.

My arrest?

Why did you come creeping up here
like thieves?

It isn't easy to take Captain Blood,
not even by stealth.

An excellent meal, Sir Henry.

- More port, Hilary?
- Thank you.

The Lady Isabella to see you,
Your Excellency.

Convey to the Lady Isabella my regrets.

This time you may convey them yourself,
Sir Henry.

I've tried for two days to see you,
and to see Peter in prison.

- Why have you refused me?
- Necessity has tied my hands, my dear.

What necessity?
The need to silence Peter Blood...

against the Royal Africa Company's
profitable trading in human lives?

The slave trade is not illegal,
my dear Isabella, piracy is.

A fact which
your fiance seems to have forgotten.

Who could prove
such an absurd accusation?

The proof will be thoroughly examined
by the English court...

where Blood will stand trial.

He was tried once before
by an English court.

During the Monmouth Rebellion
in England...

Dr. Peter Blood had the misfortune
of putting healing above all else.

While helping the wounded,
he was accused of disloyalty to the Crown.

An outrageous government sentenced him
to slavery in the West Indies.

Forced to work as a slave
along with those unfortunates...

he helped as a surgeon in the rebellion.

Peter Blood, stealing a guard's uniform...

led his fellow men in their path to escape.

Never was fighting so bitter as between
those that were imprisoned...

and the guards so misguided...

that only the urge to kill
their less fortunate fellows remained.

So they fought
as only slaves can fight for their freedom.

And at last, the prison gates were opened.

A score of hunted men on a tiny island.
Capture meant death.

There was a ship in the harbor, a slave ship.

Faint from hunger and thirst,
but fighting desperately for their lives...

they took their one last chance.

Cautiously, silently...

a sound meant death...

they climbed aboard, surprising the crew.

In a short time, the ship was theirs.

And what now?

A ship, a crew, men without a country
sailing under the only colors left to them...

the black flag of piracy.

There was only one life left...

to these outcasts and their leader,
Peter Blood.

Soon he became Captain Blood...

known as the most courageous
and daring pirate in all the Caribbean.

Forced by sheer necessity,
ships of every nation became his prize...

but only for the gold they carried,
and not for bloodshed.

Never once did he attack a ship
flying the English flag.

Until, in the harbor at La Hacha...

lay an English frigate of 50 guns
guarding the slave colony.

He entered into combat
at the risk of losing their ship...

their only home...

even possible capture and return to slavery.

But their cause could not be denied.

Captain Blood and his crew proved
their worth...

even when the frigate made a futile attempt
to ram their ship.

Victory was theirs.

They could have ransacked the city
for its gold and its jewels.

But at dawn, the victor only demanded
the release of the slaves.

The Crown,
recognizing his honesty and gallantry...

granted him a full pardon.

A free man,
he went back to the practice of medicine.

Could that be the man
who burned and gutted Cartagena?

I'm afraid it was, Isabella.

Your cousin Don Ramon and I
saw Captain Blood at Cartagena...

wearing the same blue and silver uniform...

which he has made infamous
throughout the Caribbean.

But surely your personal knowledge of Peter
makes you realize this is impossible.

After all, he was once a pirate, my dear.
None of us can deny that.

If Your Excellency will please excuse me.

What did they say, lassie?

Politicians.

What is the condition of your ship, Hilary?

I can sail on the morning tide.

And so you shall.

And take your prisoner aboard
with you tonight.

You were right in the first place, Angus.

Get all Captain Blood's old crew together.
They'll know what to do.

Aye, lassie. Begging your pardon, my lady.

Thank you.

I'll pass the word.

Stand by to weigh anchor.

The prisoner is to be kept in irons
until we're well at sea.

Captain's orders.

All secure, sir.

Mr. Ainsworth,
get your men aloft to make sail.

A skiff alongside, sir.

Good evening, Hilary.

This is indeed a surprise.
I'm about to set sail.

Yes, I know. That's why I had to see you.

- To apologize.
- Oh, there's no need of that, Isabella.

Please. Please let me talk to you
one moment.

- Alone.
- Why, of course, my dear.

Come, come below.

Here now. What's this?

- Why, ain't he elegant?
- He looks like a blooming admiral.

Here, you, what's your name?

Manuelito...

Ain't he the blinking card?

Here now then, you heathen, speak English.

You play, I dance.

Give him a tune,
and let's see the little monkey dance.

Knowing the way I feel about you,
you can well understand...

what a distasteful situation this is for me.
I can grant you no favors, Isabella.

But I ask for nothing, Hilary.

I only came here to say
I'm sorry for the way I acted yesterday.

Oh, I'm glad you came.

It'll give me something to look forward to
on the long voyage to England and back.

You know, Isabella, from the time
you boarded my ship in Spain...

I've always dared to hope, even though
I knew you were pledged to another.

- Oh, pour water.
- What is it?

I feel faint.

- And heave...
- No, you can't do this!

...ho.

What is it?

Captain Evans! On deck quickly, sir. Pirates!

Pirates? What's going on up there?
Speak up, boy.

Pirates, sir. They came over the side.
They released the prisoner.

Out of my way.

Hilary, please don't leave me alone.
I'm afraid.

Lock yourself in, Isabella.

Release him.

- Angus.
- Sir.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Tell them who we are.
- Aye, aye, sir.

So the peaceful citizen reverts to type.

You see the pirate in his true colors,
my dear.

Now do you believe
that Blood was in Cartagena?

No.

- Angus.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- The crew, are they with us?
- All but a few of them.

They're just honest average citizens
who appreciate a wee bit of piracy.

Any man who doesn't want to join us
has my permission...

to go over the side and swim ashore.

Men, this is mutiny.

I warn you that every one of you
will swing from the yardarm.

You won't be able to see it.

You'd be down in the cabin
with a bit of fluff!

What we want is a captain
who's on deck when the fighting's on.

Take him below.

Now, my dear, they'll take you ashore.

I'll wait for you.

It's no use to wait.
I've no life to offer you now.

They've driven me back to piracy...

and another pardon from the King
would be a miracle indeed.

Oh, Peter, I'll pray for a miracle.

- Swede.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- See they get ashore safely.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Angus.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- We make sail at once.
- All hands aloft to make sail!

I'll wait for you forever.

Set the mainsail!

Weigh anchor!

Shake out your foresails!

Steer north, quarter east.
We sail for Tortuga.

Helmsman, course north at quarter east!

Lads, we sail for Tortuga!

- Tortuga!
- Hurray!

- I say string him up now.
- Aye. Let him dance on the yardarm.

Men, men, quiet!

We have no quarrel with Captain Evans,
only with His Majesty's government.

What's so bad about that?

It's given us a chance
to resume our chosen profession.

I can promise that every one of you
will be caught and hanged...

- without distinction.
- Throw him overboard!

Probably I should listen to my men,
but my retirement has made me a bit soft.

Put him over the side.

Get on down there.

Him, too.

You've water and food enough
for three days.

If your rowing is as stubborn
as the set of your jaw...

you'll make Port Royal long before that.

I'll find you again, Blood.
I'll find every one of you.

First I suggest you find Port Royal.

Sail ho!

Ship off the starboard bow!

Very bad manners for a Frenchman.

If she is a Frenchman.

She's a pirate just like us.

Yes.

Put two shots across her bow
and show her our true colors.

This will hold her still
while we take a closer look.

Raise your hands
and take again the oath of piracy.

We the hunted have become hunters.

We dedicate ourselves to
a life-and-death brotherhood of buccaneers.

All valuables seized shall
become common funds.

For the future security
of each and every one of you...

we pledge these rewards.

Ahoy! What ship are you?

The Congo Queen, Captain Peter Blood.

Captain Peter Blood? Tomas Velasquez.

Velasquez from Hispaniola.

Captain Peter Blood, my friend.

But you should be more carelessful.
I pretty near capture you!

Heaven send me enemies such as you.

Come in. Come in, my friend.

We have much to say.

It is so good when old comrades meet.

You don't know
how much I miss you, my friend.

Come on, we get drunk.
Everybody get drunk.

Oh, I pretty near forgot.

The crew of my friend's ship is
don't be thirsty...

so long I got fine Spanish wine
in my hold, huh?

I give the order.

A passenger I pick up in Tortuga.

You will forgive Tomas.

He doesn't understand about courtesies.

I am Celeste.

- Peter Blood, mademoiselle.
- Captain Blood?

You are the one
the Spanish call Don Pedro Sangre?

I'm flattered. But you're French, aren't you?

I am international.

Tomas has acquired many beautiful things
since I knew him.

- You find me beautiful?
- Very beautiful, mademoiselle.

I think, Capitan,
we are two people who know what we want.

Tomas is a pig.

Gold doubloons. Spanish money, and new.

And those earrings.

Peruvian emeralds, if I'm not mistaken.

A gift from Tomas?

A gift from that pig?

When I want presents from him...

I take.

You do not find me interesting, Capitan?

Fascinating.

- I can hardly take my eyes from...
- Yes, Capitan?

Those earrings.

My earrings are all that intrigue you?

You English have only business in mind.
You're just like the Dutch.

You're a pig like Tomas.

Pretty soon your whole crew be drunk.
Just like old times, eh?

- Did you raid Cartagena?
- Did I raid...

Don't make joke with me, my friend.

Is only one man with
the magnificent brilliance for such a raid.

What plunder. What, what, what...

Only Captain Blood has
such magnificent brilliance.

It seems
another man has stolen my brilliance.

- You see, I didn't make the raid.
- You didn't?

Tomas, do you know what this...

- Oh, I'm so sorry, my friend.
- He's not your friend.

He insulted me.

Didn't you hear me?
I have been insulted by that English pig.

Shut up! We are talking.

These doubloons,
where did they come from...

- and the earrings she's wearing?
- Oh, those earrings.

Well, one night...

this one and me, we are seated in a cafe...

with a two-face sea scavenger
by the name Easterling.

- Easterling? Sails out of Martinique?
- That's the kid.

We are drinking. Me, little a bit too much.

This one,
next morning she is wearing the earrings.

How she get them, she can't marember.

What happened to the rest of the set?

- What set?
- The celebrated jewel collection...

sent by the King of Spain
to the Governor's wife in Cartagena.

Besides the earrings,
there was a necklace of Peruvian emeralds...

and a fabulous tiara
of emeralds, rubies and diamonds.

That cheap tramp, Easterling.
Only the earrings.

Maybe I should stay drunk
a little bit longer now, huh?

- Maybe your memory returns a little bit, no?
- No.

The entire collection was stolen
in the raid on Cartagena.

Do you think it could have been Easterling?

Possible. What can I do to help?

- Tell me where to find Easterling.
- Martinique.

But he's a very dangerous man.
Not to be trusted.

- I think maybe I go with you.
- No. This I must do alone.

I sail at once for Martinique.

Oh, but, my friend,
everything I have is yours.

Everything.

I appreciate your generosity, my friend...

but everything in the world I want
is in Port Royal.

Only the earrings, huh?

Surely, Lady Isabella...

you appreciate the gravity of these charges
that Captain Evans has brought against you.

Aiding in the escape
of a prisoner of the Crown...

fostering a mutiny aboard the ship,
Congo Queen...

which resulted in its capture by pirates.

Mutiny, treason and piracy.

Have you nothing to say
in your own defense?

If words can erase some of the dishonor...

that your deeds have brought upon
our name, you must speak, Isabella.

If you have no objection...

I would like to have another try
at the slave lad.

Bring him forward.

On the night Blood's pirates stole my ship...

did you not say these words
to the senorita?

- He did not.
- I was addressing the question to the lad.

Well?

If Your Excellency is unfamiliar with
Spanish, those words translated are:

"Did I entertain the sailors long enough
to allow the good Captain to be rescued?"

I think a touch of the lash
might loosen his tongue.

No doubt.

The boy is innocent.

Would you add perjury
to the other charges, Isabella?

Stop it. Stop it.

We'll stop when every one of that crew
is caught and hanged...

and Captain Peter Blood hanged
highest of them all.

Come, lad, speak up.

Yes, speak, slave,
while you still have a tongue.

We shall get nothing out of him, Hilary.

He's in need of another dose.
Take him back.

No. No more flogging.

He had nothing to do with it.
It was all my doing. I planned the escape.

You admit this crime?

Crime?
Is it a crime to help the man you love?

He was being sent away...

an innocent man to stand a hopeless trial
and die on the gallows.

And why?

All because of the jealousy of one man
and the greed of another.

You are hardly qualified to judge
between justice and injustice.

You are under arrest...

and shall proceed under guard
to the Viceroy's court at Puerto Bello...

there to be sentenced
by the Spanish authorities.

But if the Captain wants
to sail into Martinique...

as a Dutch trading ship, that's his business.

Aye, but covering up our guns
in a strange port is our business...

and I don't like it.

I tell you it's daft.

Altering the shape of a ship
is like changing a leopard's spots.

And I tell you, Swede,
it'll bring you nothing but trouble.

You're full of Scotch superstition.

Am I, now?
Have you seen what the Captain's up to?

No.

Take a look for yoursel.

Run up the Dutch flag
and break out the Holland gin.

This is it, the bonniest place in the town.

What about Easterling?

I havenae been able
to find hide nor hair of him, or his crew.

But they say that nightingale in there
is his light of love.

Keep looking for him.

- You asked for me?
- Yes.

I hoped you'd honor me
by accepting a glass of wine.

- I haven't seen you here before.
- A misfortune which I am pleased to repair.

Captain Peter Vandermeer
of the Dutch West India Company.

Such gallantry.
I would have taken you for a Spaniard.

Do you think our Low Countries produce
only tulips and cheeses?

Sometimes Holland exports gentlemen.

It was your way of speaking.
It sounded more Spanish.

An inheritance from my mother.
You see, she was Spanish.

Born in Sevilla.

What a coincidence. I also was born there.

What was her name?

Oh, you wouldn't know it.
It was a most undistinguished family.

And it's quite obvious, senorita...

that you are a young lady
of distinction and refinement.

- Bring us some of your finest Canary wine.
- Yes, sir.

Drink up, lads.

Monsieur Easterling,
you were not expected until tomorrow.

That I can see.

I will tell Mademoiselle Amanda
you are here.

No.

Who is that man?

Peter Vandermeer,
with the Dutch West India Company.

Peter Vandermeer?

You know him, perhaps?

I think I do.

Tell her nothing.

You've not seen me here. Is that clear?

I can scarcely restrain my curiosity...

how these lovely stones come
to surround such a lovely neck.

Whoever gave it to you
must have been a connoisseur of beauty...

a collector of treasures...

a man familiar with the riches of Panama,
or perhaps Cartagena.

I am not familiar with its history.

At least you must remember
the name of the man...

whose wealth must have equaled
his affection, to give you such a gift.

Please, let us not speak of him.

Senor Vandermeer, you are a merchant.

You have a ship
that will sail away from here soon.

Perhaps.

Would it not be possible
for you to take one passenger?

Excuse me, I must go and sing now.

- When do you expect Easterling back?
- Please, I cannot talk here.

One or two questions answered,
and my ship might sail at dawn.

Please come back later tonight.
I live at 37 Rue de la Port.

- Do you know him?
- No, but I know Peter Vandermeer.

Amanda.

Amanda.

Amanda.

Do you find what you wanted,
Captain Vandermeer?

- No, but apparently you did, Easterling.
- Search him.

Oh, please, my dear friend,
I am a man of experience.

Raise the hands. High!

A Dutch murderer.

What a rare fish
for the Martinique authorities' net.

They might think it odd that
a Dutch merchant uses an Egyptian dagger.

- What's your business in Martinique?
- Besides murder.

I'll handle this. Who are you?

Peter Vandermeer
of the Dutch West India Company.

And I'm His Majesty, the King of England.

When you christened yourself, matey...

you should have picked a man
we didn't know.

Vandermeer is a very dear friend of ours.

"To Peter Blood with all my love."

- Not Captain Blood?
- Aye.

The beard had me fooled for a bit.

It's himself, and a sight for sore eyes.

This is the great Captain Blood,
the retired buccaneer...

with a blinking king's pardon
to cheat the gallows.

- Wait, my friend.
- I've waited for years.

Dr. Blood, the great slave liberator.

Well, let's see you liberate yourself
from this.

Put that down, you fool.

Remember La Hacha,
when you ran my ship aground...

and I had to swim ashore with a broken leg?

And now you've tried to steal my woman.

Listen, before this knife forgets
you are my so good friend.

- Are you protecting him?
- No.

I'm protecting an investment.

Ten thousand pieces of eight on his head.

- Ten thousand pieces of eight?
- Yeah.

You're right, Egyptian.

You got brains.

One of us needs them.

Sit over there. Please.

A gentleman of such, shall I say value...

must be treated
with the most careful respect.

Get us some rum.

Why not?

Maybe the rum will give you more sense
than you show now.

You must have gone soft in the head...

to think you could take a ship
or a woman away from George Easterling.

My interest was in the necklace, not the girl.

The necklace?

Yes, from the set you stole
when you made the raid on Cartagena.

Me? It's a flattering thought...

but Cartagena's a bit large
for the likes of my ship.

That's one port I'd never raid.

- Then who did?
- Coulevain.

Coulevain?
The Frenchman from Santo Domingo?

- Aye.
- Coulevain hasn't even a first-class ship.

Oh, yes, he has. The best in the Caribbean.

A double-decker with so many guns
she looks like a porcupine.

Where's that blighter with the rum?
Egyptian!

You say you got the emerald set
from Coulevain?

Aye, in a trade it was.

He had too many emeralds...

and I had too many female admirers,
you might say.

What did you do with the earrings?

That wildcat of Tomas Velasquez
stole them from me while I slept.

Hop to it, you dirty squid.

Pour.

Ten thousand pieces of eight.

That's what I call a good night's work,
Easterling.

- You are partners, I presume?
- Partners, me eye.

He works for me.

You are wrong, my friend.

From now,
we divide everything in two parts...

the same.

Did you also intend
to divide the girl's necklace with him?

Well,
that's one way of dissolving a partnership.

Not a bad little fellow...

but tricky.

Awful tricky.

- Even dead, you can't trust him.
- You can't trust anyone these days.

Stop him!

Officers, arrest that man.

After him! It's Blood!
There's a price on his head.

It's blood, all right.

Looks like
there might be a price on your head.

Man, man, I'm relieved to see you.
What delayed you? Any luck?

- Yes, Coulevain is our man.
- Coulevain?

We sail with the tide for Santo Domingo.
There we'll call on Madame Duval.

Aye, she knows every scurvy buccaneer
in the Caribbean.

Madame Duval it is.

All hands on deck! Ready to weigh anchor!

Waiter, are you trying to poison me?

- Monsieur make poor jokes.
- I ordered brandy, not bilge-water.

- But this is brandy.
- This swill?

Tastes like the inside of a pirate's boot.
Get the proprietor.

- You want me?
- No, I want the proprietor.

You have found me.

A thousand pardons, madam.

- What were you shouting at the waiter for?
- Here, taste this, if you can stand it.

It's the best you can find in Santo Domingo.
Not so good as the worst in Paris.

- Sit down, please.
- Get on with your work, Pierre.

How would you like
to buy some real brandy?

Nobody can buy that
while the French war goes on.

How much have you been
able to smuggle, monsieur?

Madame is quick.
What would you say to a boatload?

A handsome, full-bodied vintage,
perfectly aged, just like yourself.

Like myself, a brandy cannot be tested
by words, monsieur.

Follow me.

Cigar?

Oh, it takes me back.

You remind me of a stevedore
I once knew in Le Havre.

A chest like a whale.

You also remind me of an early love...

a three-master, copper bottom,
worthy in any sea.

So I remind you of a ship. Bravo, my friend.

At my age, and still seaworthy.

Since you know so many seafaring men,
I'm in need of one myself...

with a stout ship
and not too many scruples.

Who would I know with scruples?

I heard talk of a man named Coulevain.

Not from me.

In my business,
it's better not to know such a one.

Enough about scruples.

Tomorrow we talk about the brandy.
Tonight we drink.

Come in.

Madame Duval.

Speak up. This is my friend.

It's Coulevain. He's got need of a surgeon.

Coulevain?
Never heard of him needing a surgeon.

Cutlass wound in the leg.

Dr. LeGrand is out there,
asleep in a rum bottle.

Tell Pierre. He'll find him.

- Where are you going?
- For more brandy.

Would be a shame
to launch our friendship in a teacup.

I'll be back in an hour.

In an hour it is. I'll be here.

Au revoir, Captain Blood.

Madame Duval said
you would point out the doctor.

Over there.

Doctor?

Wake up! Wake up!

Why is it they never send for a doctor
in the daytime?

Always in the middle of the night.
Can you answer me that?

- Wake up, wake up.
- Leave him alone.

He's in no condition to go.
I'll attend to the matter myself.

- You?
- Aye, he's a doctor, too.

With a steadier hand than our friend here,
as your eyes should tell you.

Well, come on, you say you're in a hurry.
Lead the way.

- Where to?
- The ship's laying off Point Nort.

- Point Nort, eh?
- Wait a minute here, mates.

There's a wrong smell to this.

Why didn't Madame Duval tell me
you was a surgeon?

Here, Peter, you'll be needing these.

Good luck, Captain.

What's he still doing here?

Oh, he got too drunk.
The other doctor went in his place.

What other?

The one that refused the drink,
that didn't like it.

- I thought you knew him.
- I know him, all right.

- Call the port police.
- Yes.

Doc, wake up.

- We've got a call to make.
- Yeah.

As soon as I collect 10,000 pieces of eight...

I'll keep you pickled for the rest of your life.

Why is it nobody sends for a doctor
in the daytime?

Always in the middle of the night.
You can't answer me that, can you?

Well, where's the patient?
One of your men said it was an emergency.

This way.

Wait outside.

Who are you?

The surgeon. Who do you think?

You took long enough getting here.

You're lucky I came at all,
Captain Coulevain.

- It was only for Madame Duval.
- Oh, stop gabbing and look at my leg.

Well,
how does a man get such an ugly wound?

- In a sword-fight, perhaps?
- Perhaps.

Why did you wait until tonight
for treatment?

- That's not your concern.
- True, true.

Only perhaps I might have to saw it off.

Here, drink this.

You won't feel the pain.

I think the doctor is still with him.

Come, come, knock again.
My time's precious.

- Well, how is he?
- Not so loud. He's asleep.

Then wake him up. I have to talk to him.

Well, speak up, man. I'm talking to you.

You blundering idiot. Get a light, someone.

Hurry up there. Get a light.

Now give it to me.
Now get out of here, all of you.

I'll wake him myself. You, too.

All right, Coulevain, wake up. Wake up.

There's something you must hear.
Confound it, man, open your eyes.

I've only got a minute.

- Can you hear me?
- I can hear you.

All right, now listen carefully.

The new Viceroy from Spain
will reach Puerto Bello in three days.

It will be most undesirable
to let the gold be transferred...

to a Spanish ship of war.
Keep awake, can't you?

You've got to sail on tomorrow's tide.
I'm after something else, too. Live gold.

The market's short on slaves.

We can pick up a cargo
from the prison plantation.

Also, I'm particularly interested...

in a certain aristocratic Spanish beauty,
the Lady Isabella. Do you understand?

Remember it and don't fail me.

Puerto Bello, the night of the third day.
And be careful.

See that he's better by morning.

Monsieur Doctor,
haven't you finished with him yet?

Your captain's very badly hurt.
There's no more I can do here. I need help.

He must be taken ashore immediately.

Lower the boat.
Come, we take him out of here.

Hurry now. Put a blanket over him.

I tell you, this one is the surgeon.

That one in the cabin is Captain Blood.

Coulevain. Where are you taking him?

Ashore. The surgeon's orders.

Where is that surgeon?

Man overboard!

- That's Blood!
- Lower a boat!

Oh, save your strength.
That's one fish you'll never catch.

This is your credentials.

I have just promote you
to Colonel Juan Orosco...

military adviser to the new Viceroy
at Puerto Bello.

You're a wizard, Tomas.

This looks authentic enough
to be the royal seal of Spain.

It is. I personally borrow it
from royal customs at Cadiz.

Now for the uminiform.

One must be prepared
for all occasions and emergencies.

You know, it's too bad
you don't wanna be admiral.

I got one uminiform here with gold braid...

is gets you a 21-gun salute.

Or a 12-gun firing squad.

I prefer to remain
as inconspicuous as possible.

As you wish, my friend.

Now, this I borrow from a Spanish colonel...

who have no further use for it.

Those are his papers,
which I changed a little bit.

- Oh, you should have been a statesman.
- Oh, no. Too dangerous.

In our profession,
we live longer, also better.

Well, my friend, we celebrate
this little masquerade someday, don't you?

- Adios, amigo.
- Adios, and thank you.

Wait!

You be more welcome in Puerto Bello...

with the Spanish flag
flying from your masthead, huh?

I presume, Isabella,
you've had enough of this unpleasantness...

imprisoned here in Puerto Bello.

Why did you come here, Don Ramon?

To bring you the good news, my dear.

The King of Spain has
granted you a pardon.

Then Peter...
Captain Blood has proved his innocence?

Tell me, when, how?

Captain Blood has proved nothing
beyond the fact that he is a pirate.

But you said a pardon.

There is one small condition.

You will send Captain Blood a message
asking him to meet you at a nearby village.

He is to come alone.

Where you will capture him.

For a relative, my dear cousin,
you have a very low opinion of me.

I wouldn't tell you where Peter Blood is
even if I knew.

Thank your king, and tell him I'm quite
comfortable in my present surroundings.

Make ready a boat to take me ashore,
and then drop anchor...

there in the narrow straits
between the rocks.

- Bottle up the channel.
- Aye, aye, sir.

And don't forget you're an English crew
paid to fight under the Spanish flag.

General Chavez,
this must be attended to immediately.

As you know, I leave for Spain this week.

Your pardon, Excellency, General...

but a ship has just arrived
and Colonel Orosco is on his way here now.

- Coronel Orosco?
- Military Attache to the Marques de Miramar.

The new Viceroy was not due to arrive
for three days.

Colonel Juan Orosco,
Military Attache to the Marques de Miramar.

Your Excellency,
may I present my credentials?

I'm rather curious, Colonel,
as to why you preceded the Marques.

I was ordered here, Excellency...

when it was learned in Jamaica
that pirates are on their way...

- to capture your shipments of Manila gold.
- A raid on Puerto Bello?

The attack will come tonight,
or tomorrow at dawn, at the latest.

My instructions are
to prepare a surprise for them.

And I suggest
that we dispense with formalities...

and examine the defenses of your city.

General Chavez,
whom I believe you haven't met...

is in charge of our defenses, Colonel.

Delighted to have
the General accompany us...

but we should leave immediately.

Excellency,
this is entirely without precedent.

No doubt...

but unfortunately,
pirates have more respect for cannon...

than precedent.

Your Excellency.

You have no better cannon, General?

You, Coronel,
must remember that this is not Spain.

Will not even be Puerto Bello...

unless the city is defended
with better weapons than these.

Fortunately, the Marques sent guns
and mercenary gunners...

both English, from Port Royal.

Englishmen to defend Spanish soil?

The Marques believes
that the combination of English cannon...

and Spanish courage...

will prove the match of any pirate
on the seas.

I'll have the cannon brought ashore...

and we'll dig the gun emplacements
over there...

with your concurrence, General.

You don't plan
to mount the cannon in the fort?

Not unless I want to lose them.

You see, your fort will fall,
the first hour of attack.

The gun emplacements must be dug
by sunset.

- Impossible.
- Nothing is impossible, General...

except to live forever.

Your Excellency, you have a prison here.
Turn out all prisoners.

We need the help
of every man, woman and child.

Come, General, I'll show you where to dig.

Lay your gun on our ship.

Have you gone daft, man?

Aim for the Congo Queen.

I'll not do it, Peter!
You don't know what you're doing.

Aim one point lower.

You're sinking our last hope
of getting home.

Have I ever failed you, Angus?

Every gun sighted at the waterline.

Every gun sighted at the waterline!

Fire.

Keep firing.
I don't want to see a splinter left afloat.

Well, lads, we're at the mercy of a madman.

If we must murder our own ship,
let's do a good job.

Hey, you.

Come over here and bring those branches.

I want these guns covered.
Well, go on, you two, get busy.

Don't stand there gawking.
Come and help me.

- I couldn't believe it was you.
- I hope nobody will.

But how could you take such a risk?
It's madness.

Please trust me.
I've found out who raided Cartagena.

Oh, Peter, I've prayed for that.

I'm going to order you back to prison,
so you'll be safe until this is over.

No place is safe.
Don't send me away from you.

Go back to the others and keep praying.

I've no further use of the prisoners, General.
You may have them returned.

Thank you, Coronel.

Get the prisoners back.

Reload! Hold your fire!

Keep on target. Don't move a gun.

Things aren't as bad as you think, Angus.
Get your chin back in the Highlands.

Not bad, he says. He's not a madman at all.

He's a first-class lunatic.

Captain Hilary Evans.

- Captain Evans.
- Your Excellency.

This is most unexpected.

You chose a bad time to bring your ship
into our harbor, Captain.

I came overland, Your Excellency,
to clear my ship's cargo papers.

The attack has begun.
Pirates, Captain Evans.

Captain Coulevain,
their guns cannot reach us.

One more broadside
will put the fini to them.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Add more powder. Our range is too short.

A stupid waste of life.
I told him his cannon were useless.

Why aren't these batteries firing, Colonel?

Because the range
is still too great, Excellency.

Captain Blood!

Captain Blood? But this is Colonel Orosco.

This is Peter Blood,
the pirate who sacked Cartagena...

who doubtless came here
for the same purpose.

I claim him for my prisoner.

Is this true?

That I'm Blood?
Yes, but I did not raid Cartagena.

Lies of a pirate who stole my ship.

Why, even those gunners are
part of Blood's crew.

I did what I had to, Excellency,
to learn the truth about Cartagena...

and to save your own port
from his friends who attack it now.

He stole my ship
to cheat an English gallows...

just as he stole false credentials
to get your Spanish gold.

I urge that you have him shot
before it's too late.

Place those men under guard.

In a few moments,
we'll convince Your Excellency...

that my men and I are
the only chance of saving the city.

A few moments are all he needs
to destroy it.

- Your Excellency, a messenger.
- What is it?

Lmmediate surrender.
Our ship is entering the harbor.

Once in range of your city...

it will open fire
unless you pull down your flag.

These are the orders of our leader,
Captain Peter Blood.

- Your orders?
- Not unless I can be in two places at once.

The man on that ship is Coulevain...

hiding behind my name
and wearing my uniform...

as he did in Cartagena.

And now Your Excellency can observe
his ship striking...

where my guns can destroy it.

She's stuck fast on the Congo Queen,
which I sunk there myself.

How can his guns find that target
in the dark?

Because they still point at the same spot
where the Congo Queen went down.

Lower away. Lower away, you filthy scum.

Fasten a line astern and we'll pull her off.

They'll have her free in seconds.
It's our last chance, Excellency.

Open fire.

If you're tricking me,
you'll be shot on the spot.

If you give that order, Blood,
the Viceroy will die on this spot.

- Captain Evans!
- In a little while the city'll be mine.

Be sensible, and your life will be spared.

Fire!

Angus! Open fire! The masts first!

Ready. Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

And now you know
why the Captain sunk our ship.

And I knew what he was up to all the time.

You filthy scum.

To your guns.

Only you and I
know the truth of what's happened...

and you'll not be here to tell it.

I may outlive you, Captain Evans.

Drink hearty, my laddies.

This is our last celebration
as honest pirates.

Tomorrow we must return
to peaceful pursuits.

And to our wives.

Lady Isabella.

Here's the rest of your clothes, Peter Blood.

I'll no have you running off
to get married half-dressed.

Particularly at the Governor's mansion.

Long life and happiness
to our Captain and his lady.

It's difficult to say goodbye.

You've been such good and loyal friends
that l...

Don't make speech, Captain.
You've got better things to do than talk.

All right, go on with the celebration.

And when I return,
I don't expect to find any food or rum left.

That's my last order to you.

From now on, all his orders are for me.