All language subtitles for Captain Kidd (1945)_eng

Madagascar.

For centuries, the bloodiest
cockpit of all the seas...

where the infamous
brotherhood of the damned

awaited to plunder the treasure-laden
galleons from India and Cathay...

then returned,
drunk with slaughter,

to their pirate stronghold
of Last Hope.

Most ruthless of all
was Captain William Kidd.

He encountered the great
London galleon The Twelve Apostles...

commanded
by Admiral Lord Blayne...

and, approaching unsuspected,
in the guise of a peaceful merchantman...

by a sudden, treacherous salvo,
he reduced her to a burning hulk.

When night fell,
The Twelve Apostles was only

a blazing funeral pyre on the placid
surface of a Madagascar lagoon.

Stab me,
there's a pretty sight.

It'll be prettier still when the fire
reaches the magazine, Captain.

Pity, though.

Lots of stout seamen
among them.

They'd been with us
a long time.

We can, none of us,
live forever, Mr. Boyle,

and dead men don't talk.

Man your oars. We've got
this job to do before high tide.

There.

And dig faster. The tide catches us here,
it'll save the king's hangman some rope.

There you are.

Deep enough
to bury a man in.

Give us a hand mate.

All ready, Captain.

Down she goes.

What are you
waiting for?

Well, Captain, that chest has been
in your cabin a longish time...

and we all thought as how
it wouldn't do no harm

to open up that chest and make sure
that what was in it then is in it now.

I suppose you remember
what was in it?

Aye. I remember an emerald necklace
that came off that Portuguese ship, El Vengar.

And all those pearls that we took
from the big ship, the Virgin Queen.

I remember
a diamond medallion...

we got from that Moorish
galleon off Madagascar.

And could we ever forget
that silver casket

with the arms of Lord Blayne
that you claimed for yourself

after the taking
of The Twelve Apostles, sir?

Your neck'll be
stretched as long as

your memory
one of these days.

Satisfied, gallows meat?

Put them back.

Lower away!

What's the matter?

Well, wait a minute, Captain.
There's something else you forgot.

What do you want now? We've got
but half an hour before the tide traps us.

That just may be, sir,

but we're all equal in this,
I take it?

Equal shares, yes.

Well, that key, then,
what you put back in your belt...

that goes down
with the chest.

Lets we starts all clear
and no favorites.

And if some of us
don't get back,

it'll be that much easier
open for them as does.

Question me honor again, would you,
I'll rip you from belly to chime.

Are we such
callous rascals...

that we'd leave
a dead comrade...

without commending his soul
to his new master?

Here lieth one who,
through treachery and avarice...

would have placed in jeopardy
the lives of honest men.

And here may he
lie forever...

in the sands
of Madagascar.

Rest in peace.

It's time to be out, me lads,
time to be away.

If a gentleman's a gentleman,
he's a gentleman.

That's all there is
to it, sir

I'm one of nature's gentlemen,
but I need polish, my good man.

If I'm to improve myself--

A gentleman employs the terminology,
"my good man,"

only when addressing
lower servants...

or his inferior, sir.

You see?
That's why I need you.

With my upbringing...

A gentleman never
sucks his teeth, sir.

Many a man's social career
has been ruined by less, sir.

You seem to know
your business.

I want the best mind
and I can pay for it.

Hundred quid a year.

An infallible mark
of the person of quality

is his reluctance to pay
his domestics high wages.

- You don't say so.
- Merely an idiosyncrasy of good breeding, sir.

Sixty quid a year, then?

You realize I've never been
on board a ship before, sir.

Oh, don't let that
frighten you.

To the contrary.

In fact,
since I was a nipper,

I've had rather an adventurous inclination
toward life on the bounding main.

It should be
quite educational, sir.

You'll learn a lot,
no doubt.

- Is it a bargain, then?
- Very well, sir.

My hand on it?

Oh.

Then...

it is your proposal,
milord Bellemont,

that Captain Kidd...

sail to meet our ambassador,
Lord Fallsworth,

and give him safe convoy
through the perturbed waters of Madagascar.

May it please
Your Majesty, yes.

That needs a bold
and adventurous man.

Yes.

Bring in this Captain Kidd
while we take the measure of him.

Captain William Kidd.

Your Royal Majesty...

me noble lords.

Bellemont, is this
your roaring killer

of Spanish buccaneers?

Me, milord...

I am only a peaceful shipmaster
who must do trade with other ships

without inquiring too closely
about their business.

And it was so I fell
into the hands of The Twelve Apostles--

a king's ship turned pirate.

In Madagascar waters?

I have never been
in Madagascar waters, Your Grace.

It was off the southern
tip of Africa,

where I had gone to trade
in elephants' teeth.

Who commanded her?

One of your admirals,
Your Majesty.

Name of Lord Blayne.

He did turn pirate, then.

Sufficiently, milords...

to put fear in honest traders
like meself.

And if you are successful
in this voyage, Captain...

what reward
do you expect?

May it please Your Majesty,
having forfeited me honor,

in that I was forced
to strike me colors to a pirate,

I want no reward
but to regain it

in the service
of Your Majesty.

Unless it be,
well, oh...

Is it true
that Lord Blayne's lands

are estreated
and his title forfeit?

Yes.

All--
Well, all I ask is

that if I lay this
renegade nobleman by the heels...

is that you honor
me humble self

with his castle
and his lands.

Is that all you want,
Captain Kidd?

Not a farthing more,
Your Majesty.

Hmm! The fellow treats
of a title so lightly,

he must be bursting
with noble blood.

Though I confess
he keeps it well hid.

Aye, sir. You can no more
judge of a man by his appearance...

than you can judge the extent
of a nobleman's brains

by the expensiveness
of his wig.

Am I to suppose

that the captain
of the king's guard

would deign to fence...

with me?

Come, Captain...

is your courage
less than your wit?

Nay, sir.

I know nothing
of the fence.

You must come at me...

quickly, as though
you'll kill me.

Very well, then.

I ask pardon, sire.

I've a hot head when roused.
I only meant to demonstrate.

And to good purpose,
Captain.

Your Majesty is
satisfied

with the Captain
of our choosing?

I can think
of none better.

I thank you, sire.

And now, Captain...

the main mission
of your crew,

it will be to meet
a great ship--

the Queda merchant,

which is sailing from India
with vast treasures--

and to give her safe conduct
in my name...

past the perturbed waters
of Madagascar.

But, Your Majesty,
will her commander accept

me letter of mark
as sufficient authority to...

You shall have a letter
to our ambassador, Lord Fallsworth,

who is returning in her...

that he is to accept
your protection.

And to submit
to all matters

pertaining to the safety
of the ship...

and her treasure, sire.

Oh, yes.

And now, sire...

me crew...

Your crew?

Captain Kidd wishes to recruit
a crew from the pirates...

now under
capital sentence

in Newgate
and the Marshalsea.

A crew of condemned
pirates?

Aye, sir.

There's none
would be so loyal...

nor fight so desperate

as cutthroats
under sentence of death...

if they knew that,
at the end of the voyage...

a Royal Pardon would be
in their pockets.

But I shall hold you accountable
for their good conduct.

Between their conduct
and mine, Your Majesty...

there will be little
to choose.

And now, good-bye.

And God speed you.

I am but his
unworthy sparrow.

Pew!

I'd rather eat the bilge scum
from an African slaver.

Adam, don't let that temper
get you the lash again.

If I must hang,
I'll hang,

but I'll go to the gallows
with clean guts, at least.

Hey, you!

What kind of stinking
maggots meat is this?

Warders! Warders!

There's that
dainty crum Mercy,

complaining about the taste
of the king's bounty again.

- Watch it!
- Bounty?! Bounty, me eye!

The king's allowance is
thruppence a day for food,

not muck from the sewers
of Whitechapel!

Making trouble again,
eh, Mercy?

I'm asking only what
a man's legally entitled to.

Here, smell this.

Delicious.

Hear, Your Governor!

What sort of a kingdom
is this...

where a man's condemned
before he's heard,

and starved
before they hang him?

Who's that
quarrelsome fella?

Adam Mercy.
He was taken in a pirate ship

by His Majesty's
frigate Wasp.

He's always escaping,
so that's why we keep him in chains.

He's got a lacing
of tiger's blood in him.

This ain't exactly
a flower garden, is it?

Oh, forgive me, Governor,
these are two of me officers.

Uh, Mr. Boyle,
Governor Landers.

Mr. Lorenzo,
Governor Landers.

Spanish blood.

- A pretty lot of sinners.
- Capit�n...

do you think there is anyone
down there who knows us?

I hope not.

Governor, would you be good enough
to tell them what we're here for?

Give heed,
you, you vermin.

Here's news
to your advantage.

Is the hangman
dead, then?

Out with it, then,
Jack Nasty-face!

Is it that your mother's
turning into an honest woman?

Silence,
you mutinous dogs!

If another man speaks,

I'll trice him up by the thumbs
and flay him raw!

Governor...

is that the way to win the love
of these unfortunate gentlemen?

Now, then,
me bullies...

would you rather do
the gallows dance

and hang in chains

'til the crows pick your eyes
from your rotting skulls...

or would you feel the roll
of a stout ship

beneath your feet again?

I've a vessel,
the Adventure galley...

and the king's commission
to sail her.

And for those who show
a loyal and a stout heart...

there's a Royal Pardon
in the offing.

Which of you knows
the waters of Madagascar?

I do!

Would you have him
unlocked, Governor?

Warder, unlock him.

Look you, then.

I want men with iron
in their blood

and steel
in their sinews.

And the first up here
is the first enlisted.

Governor,
if your warders are ready,

would you be good enough
to have them lower the ropes?

Lower away!

Here they come.
Make ready, lads.

Put your hands on that,
I'll make you a free man.

The other one now.

Next!

Next one! Come on.

Name!

- Peter Sharfstone.
- Peter Sharfstone, eh?

Regardless of the fact
that I'm your Captain,

you will always address
a gentleman as "sir," scum.

- Aye, sir.
- Make your mark.

On board!

- Name!
- Adam Mercy, sir.

Oh, so it's you.

"Mercy"? That's a comical handle
for a blade of fortune. Mercy.

It's also something
the world needs more of.

Fire and death, a philosopher!
You speak cultured.

Were you, by any chance,
stable boy to a noble house?

Perhaps.

I was also
master gunner

to a buccaneer
you may have heard of...

Captain Avery.

Avery's master gunner...

We've needed a master gunner,
Mr. Boyle,

and from what
I've heard, uh,

Avery was a shrewd hand
at picking them.

The berth's yours
for as long as you can handle it.

I can handle it.

Swivel gun or long tom,
I'll forfeit a guinea for every miss.

You'll forfeit your neck if you miss
while you're on my ship.

Make your mark.

And you can write!

We'll give you
a nice bath.

You'll draw a uniform
befitting a master gunner.

- On board!
- Next man!

- Name!
- Bartholomew Blivens, sir.

Bartholomew Blivens.

Make your mark.

Down below!

- Captain aboard?
- He's over there, sir.

Next man!

That's all, sir.
Our complement's full.

Povy!

- I thought you--
- Yes, you thought I was dead.

I can hardly believe
my eyes.

You mean you don't
want to believe them.

Now, come, come, Mr. Povy.
Is that kind or is that fair?

As fair as what you did that day
you abandoned me on a Bahama reef.

If you please, Mr. Povy,
it is not the time to talk about that.

Oh, it's the time,
all right...

unless you want
people to know...

in which case your present voyage
is over before it's begun.

No, no, no, no, Povy.

Mr. Boyle,
would you take over, please.

Mr. Lorenzo,
take the deck watch.

Come to my cabin.

My heart bleeds when I think of one
of your delicate constitution

having to fend for yourself
on a coral reef, Mr. Povy.

Come off it,
Captain.

I know why
you marooned me.

'Twas so there'd be only three
of you to share, instead of four.

It's true.

A hostile wind did blow us away
from your reef.

Between friends,
we might have sailed back.

Did exactly what you would
have done, Mr. Povy,

so, no more of your
sentimental nonsense, please.

Now that we are four again,
what then?

We're not four.

We're two.

Boyle and Lorenzo--
dull clods.

Twenty thousand pounds
apiece in their hands

would only be spent
in sinful ways.

And you propose to remove them
from the path of temptation.

How?

A knife in the dark?

I'm not a violent man, Mr. Povy.
I detest violence.

People have such an awkward habit
of getting in my way.

I am an ambitious man,
Mr. Povy.

An ambitious man,
if he be bold enough,

can carve himself
a kingdom.

I'm going to be a lord,
my friend.

And that, for a commoner like myself,
takes a deal of money.

And that's why there could be
two less to share...

before we raise
old England again.

- You cold-gutted shark.
- Oh...

A flatterer.

Oh, I'm glad
you're back again, Mr. Povy.

You've no idea
how gratifying it is

to have a congenial soul
to confide in.

Thank you.

Oh. There's something
I want to tell you.

I have left, with a trusted friend,
a sealed letter containing

an exact and complete account
of certain previous happenings...

only to be opened in case--
just in case, of course--

you should happen to return
to England without me.

Of course,
my dear fellow.

Very sensible of you.

Now I know
you'll have a happy voyage.

I shall, too.

I'll look up
me quarters.

And now, gentlemen...

a toast to the king...

and, since proposing it
is the privilege

of the youngest
present...

the honor falls
to Mr. Mercy.

Mr. Mercy,
we are waiting.

No, sir.

Since I've little love
for the king,

I'll neither propose
his health nor drink it.

Nevertheless,
you are on a king's ship.

King's ship or the devil's,
it's all the same to me, sir.

I owe him nothing.

You owe him your neck,
Mr. Mercy.

If it were not
for his bounty,

you'd be dancing daintily
on air at Wapping.

I owe my reprieve
to you, Captain,

so to you I'll drink,
and gladly,

but not to William.

You stand up and drink
to His Majesty's health

as a king's
officer should...

or, by fire and flame,

I'll have you shipped
back to Newgate

on the first vessel
we speak!

Gentlemen, the king.

- The king.
- God bless him.

That's curious.

Do you suppose His Majesty
put him on board

to spy us out?

Well, we found him chained
to a pillar at Newgate.

It wouldn't be to hard
for the king to plant him there.

Yes, but why
would he speak

so openly
against the King?

Your wits are even duller
than usual, Mr. Lorenzo.

Have you never heard
of the serpent

that takes the color
of its background,

the better to strike?

Shadwell...

Yes, sir?

You have a knowledge
of high-born people

and those of the court,
Shadwell.

Have you ever seen
Mr. Mercy before?

Not before
this voyage, sir.

He's as high of spirit
as a gentleman of quality.

I like him.

Uh, would you find out
who he is

and where
he comes from?

- As you wish, sir.
- Thank you, Shadwell.

Uh... Oh.

Foggy night, sir.

Good evening,
Shadwell.

Excuse me, sir,
but you seafaring men

always seem to be
looking at something

that I never can see.

We are looking for something
just over the horizon.

You know, sir,
I recognized you for a gentleman

the moment
I saw you, sir.

What are you, a valet,
doing at sea?

The Captain employed me
to make him

socially acceptable, sir.

I'm afraid we're too far out
for me to swim back.

But if I can be of service
to you, sir...

Did the Captain
send you here?

- Yes, sir.
- Why?

He wants to know who
or what you are, sir.

Who do they think I am?

Possibly a spy,
placed on board by His Majesty.

They seemed uneasy, sir.

Hmm.

This, uh...

This Captain Kidd...

how long have you known him?
Have you sailed with him before?

Oh, no, sir.

All I know is he's a...

well, among other things...

a merchant captain.

A spy, that's strange.

Why should they be afraid
to be spied on?

- Good night, Shadwell.
- Good night, sir.

Who is he?
Where's he from?

He's a nobody, sir.

He was employed
by persons of quality,

where he learned
his speech and his manners.

Oh.

Mm.

What about that dinero
that we buried in the cave?

What good is it there? Let's get it
and get it back where we can spend it.

- It stays where it is for a while.
- Why?

We've got a fatter prize
sailing right into our pockets.

Now...

here's our
present position...

here's Madagascar...

here's Calicut.

In June the great galleon
the Queda merchant

sails from Calicut
to England.

We should meet her
about here.

She's stuffed from keel to gunnels
with treasure to the value

- of half a million pounds.
- Half--?

And we are to give her
safe passage

through
the pirate seas.

By, uh, safe passage, you mean
we're to take her, Captain?

Now, now, now,
don't be greedy, Mr. Povy.

I'll grant that most of what's
in her may find its way

into our pockets,
but let's be fair.

The king, poor gentleman,
will expect something.

But however we do it...

it must be done
legal-like and honest.

Stick to ways
you're familiar with.

Why, you pox-raddled villain,

I can be as honest as any man
if I have the incentive.

Oh, yes,
milord Blayne.

Lord Blayne's name is not to be mentioned
among us, Mr. Povy.

He's dead, so's his crew,
and so's ours,

and there's none outside this cabin
that knows what became of them.

And if you all enjoy living...

you will
remember that.

Well...

here's to our meeting
with the Queda merchant.

- Queda merchant.
- Queda merchant.

- God bless her.
- God bless her.

Dios la bendiga.

Wind fresh
from west-nor'west, sir.

Course: nor'east by east.
Night: dark but clear.

Very well, Mr. Mercy.

- Nor'east by east.
- Nor'east by east, sir.

- Mizzen down!
- Mizzen down!

It's Mr. Boyle!

Lend a hand, men!

Man down!

What happened?

He's dead.

If I find the man
that's responsible for this,

I'll hang him!

Fetch the yard
and re-set it.

What do you suppose
happened?

Someone's been tampering
with these lines.

We are gathered together
to bid farewell

to a gallant seaman
and a stout comrade.

Here was a man,
shipmates...

whose heart the flinty
mountains could not match...

who always took
better than he gave...

whose benevolence
was such,

the orphan's might
and the rich man's gold alike

found refuge
in his pocket.

A jealous providence
has removed him from us...

and I esteem it a privilege
to commit his body to the deep.

We shall all mourn him.

Aye,
we shall mourn him,

but take comfort,
me friends...

we shall never see
his like again.

Rest in peace.

Pop him over.

Pity, Mr. Mercy, a great pity,
but the ship's work must go on.

Move your gear
into poor Mr. Boyle's cabin.

You will take his place
as master.

As master!

Aye, sir.

Why, Shadwell.

Don't tell me,
after all this time at sea, you--

My inward revolt is not
from the movement of the vessel, sir,

it's occasioned
by the company I endure.

The manners,
I say nothing of, sir.

But I'm a Dorsetshire man...

and when I find
a common shipmaster

has the presumption
to copy himself

the coat of arms of one
of our best Dorsetshire families...

can you wonder
if I'm physically upset?

Well, whose crest
was he copying?

Credited or not, sir,
the Blayne crest.

- Are you certain?
- Perfectly, sir.

The crest is on a writ
in his desk.

Pardon me, sir,
I must join the captain.

He's inspecting a cask
of pickled eels...

with Mr. Lorenzo.

Well, Mr. Mercy.

Do your new duties include
robbing my desk?

Shoot me, Captain,
and your head goes with it.

I'm here
by the king's orders.

So he did plant you
on board.

Do you think he'd let a man sail
with a crew of Newgate cutthroats

and not keep tabs on him?
And with good reason.

If anything ever reeked of power,
I'd say this does, and murder, Captain.

Boyle's death
was no accident.

By the way, uh...

what ship was sunk here,
The Twelve Apostles?

Why The Twelve Apostles,
Mr. Mercy?

There's Blayne's ring, his name's on it,
and he commanded The Twelve Apostles.

That'll make interesting telling
in London when we get back, Captain.

If you get back.

When I get back,
for if I don't...

On the other hand...

"On the other hand," what?

Since a man doesn't exactly
grow rich in the king's pay...

Oh!

A crooked rogue.

So you have
your price.

How much?

An equal share
in what's buried here.

Share that with you?
I'll be hanged if I do.

You'll be hanged
if you don't.

Of all the
slummocky blackguards!

And if you do share,
Mr. King's Informer,

what guarantee is there
that you won't

still turn evidence
for the Crown?

If I go in with you,
I'm equally guilty.

And if we're caught,
we hang together, but...

I can keep you
from being caught.

What more
could you ask?

You know, Mr. Mercy...

I've wondered sometimes
if ever I'd meet

a more unscrupulous
blackguard than myself.

And I have.

Well, let's be
sensible about this.

Who knows?

We might be useful
to each other one day.

In one way or another.

You've forgotten
something...

the ring.

So I have.

Listen, and carefully,

because I want you to tell it in London
if anything happens to me.

Kidd caught me in his cabin,
robbing his desk.

I lied to him, told him
I was a king's informer.

- Good.
- Yes, but he didn't believe me,

not one word.
He just pretended to.

Oh, why didn't you
shoot him?

Then he will give us
no more trouble.

That's a pleasure
I'm reserving for later.

If he proves
the liar I think him...

king's man or no,

he betrayed an uncommon interest
in The Twelve Apostles.

I didn't like it, Mr. Lorenzo,
and I mean to find out why.

Why, you could have
charged him with robbery

and turned him off at a yardarm,
all legal and shipshape.

You would've been rid of him
once and for all.

Let's not be impetuous, Mr. Povy.
He can't leave us...

unless he swims.

It'll be rather amusing
to find out what he does.

You rest easy,
leave Mr. Mercy to me.

Sail ho!

Sail ho!

Have the boatswain
pipe to quarters.

Pipe to quarters!

It's the Queda merchant,
sure enough.

Can you make her out,
Captain Rawson?

Mmm.

She hasn't the cut of a buccaneer,
Your Excellency.

Much too tidy for that--
more like a king's ship.

Yet she has the lines
of a merchantman.

Have the longboat
ready and manned.

Longboat stand by!

Stand by to put a shot
across her bows, Mr. Mercy.

Aye, sir. Number four gun crew,
stand by for action!

She's flying
the English colors.

Perhaps she's
our escort ship.

It was about here
we were to meet, wasn't it?

Well, we make dead certain,
just the same.

Mr. Hilliard, see that
all hands are at their station.

Very good, sir.

Ready?

Fire!

Well placed, Mr. Mercy.

- Hard to starboard!
- Hard to starboard!

Starboard she is, sir.

You will come across with us
in the longboat, Mr. Mercy.

And convey my compliments
to all officers,

who will dress
as befitting a king's ship.

Aye, sir.

Captain William Kidd
of His Majesty's,

uh, privateer
Adventure.

At your service, sir.

Mr. Povy,
uh, me surgeon,

Mr. Mercy,
me master,

Mr. Lorenzo,
me navigator.

Welcome aboard,
gentlemen.

I'm Captain Rawson.

I'm Lord Fallsworth...

His Majesty's ambassador
to the court of the Grand Mughal.

Your obedient
servant, sir.

I've been sent
to give you convoy,

and we'd better make haste
with our business.

These are unhealthy waters
for ships to be hove to,

as I discovered
a day or so ago.

You mean you sighted some
of the pirate brotherhood?

More than that, sir.

We beat off two of them.

Avery and Culliford,
out of Last Hope...

some thirty leagues
south of here.

Oh, stop there,
I near forgot.

Could you spare us
some powder and ball?

We used more than was safe
during the action.

Why, all that you need, sir,
and welcome.

Mr. Lorenzo here could
attend to that, then?

Oh, Mr. Hilliard, take Mr. Lorenzo below
and see to that he gets what he wants.

- Aye aye, sir.
- Captain.

I sent for the master gunner.
He'll take care of all your needs.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Lorenzo?

Take this powder
and put it in the longboat.

Aye aye, sir.

Gentlemen, my daughter,
the Lady Anne Dunstan.

Captain Kidd,

Mr. Povy, Mr. Mercy.

- Haven't we met before?
- I think not, my lady.

You remind me
of someone I've seen.

I think it impossible
that we could have ever met.

Perhaps.

How do we proceed now,
Captain?

Well, I'm instructed to give you
protection past Madagascar.

And you'll be safe
as long as we sail in company.

But Avery will be
a wolf at your heels,

and if we are separated
in darkness or storm...

And, uh, what would you
advise then, sir?

Well...

I suppose we could take
Lord Fallsworth and Lady Anne

aboard the Adventure
'til Madagascar's astern,

and then, if we are separated
and this vessel should be taken...

What about the treasure
on board?

One silver chest alone...

a present to His Majesty
from the Grand Mughal,

contains precious gems valued
at more than a million pound.

May I suggest,
Your Excellency...

Now, why not transfer
the treasure chest

with yourself and Lady Anne
on board the Adventure

until we are
out of danger?

She's a king's ship.

That is a great
responsibility.

And, although
my instructions are

that you are to trust me
in all matters,

I don't know if
I could go so far as to--

What else can we do?

Three of them against us,
or, well, even two, sir...

- we'd be helpless.
- It's the wisest course.

I defer
to Your Excellency.

And now could we
inspect the chests?

We could have them
slung into our boats

along with the gear
of Lord Fallsworth and Lady Anne.

Why, certainly.
Come. This way, Captain.

No trouble at all.

Hoist away.

Mr. Povy.

I've sent for
the manifest, Captain.

You may check it against
the contents of this chest

and give me your receipt,
if you will.

Gladly, gladly.

Oh, uh, there you are,
Mr. Lorenzo.

Have you, uh, completed
your business?

Almost, sir.

Your people have been
most kind, Capit�n Rawson.

There is only
one detail left.

It will not take
a minute.

Finish it up, then.
We must be gone within the hour.

Yes, Capit�n.

- Oh.
- The manifest, sir.

Would you attend
to that Mr. Povy?

- Aye, sir.
- Thank you very much, Captain.

Come, Mr. Lorenzo.

You've seen a lovely lady
before this.

A tribute
to your beauty, ma'am.

Uh, did you finish
your business below?

Yes, Capit�n.

Then we'd better be
under way.

Uh, Mr. Mercy, you will see Lord Fallsworth
and the Lady Anne into the boat.

Aye, sir.

Make way
for the longboat!

You will look after their luggage,
Mr. Lorenzo.

I apologize, milady,
for our poor accommodations,

but me valet Shadwell will see
that you're made comfortable.

It's a pleasure to have
your ladyship aboard.

If you'll follow me, please.

Why hasn't it happened?

She's blown up!

Someone must have
touched off the magazine.

Send down some boats
at once, sir!

You can't ask me
to risk men near that.

I'll go myself.

- Let it go.
- Captain!

Father!

Excuse me, milady.

Your father...
may I say how sorry I am.

The captain has requested that
you take your meals in the main cabin.

Oh, no, Shadwell,
I can't bear to face those men.

I can't.

I quite understand,
milady...

but the captain's orders
are orders.

Shadwell, you must help me.
There's no one else I can trust.

But what can I do,
milady?

I'm only a servant.

Oh, where
can I turn? I--

I'm so confused
and frightened. I...

...keep thinking of my father
and the others lost back there.

And on this ship, wherever I go,
those horrible, staring men...

Like Lorenzo, who's always
standing behind me, beside me.

Last night there was a tapping
on the door, and...

when I opened it,
there he was, that--

that evil,
smiling face of his.

Why, he might better
belong with those pirates

you fought
a few days ago.

Pirates, milady?

We fought no pirates.

Why, my father said
Captain Kidd told...

Shadwell, what manner
of ship is this?

My father was killed deliberately,
I'm sure of it.

That's why I can't bear
to face your captain.

I'd accuse him, and...

There is a man
on board, milady...

a gentleman,
whom I know you can trust.

- Mr. Mercy?
- Yes, milady.

Shadwell, I know I've met
or seen him before,

no matter how
he denies it.

His name isn't Mercy...

but who is he?

All I really know is,
milady,

he's no friend
of the captain's.

Perhaps if I ask him, he'll...
Shall I?

- Oh, yes, will you please?
- Yes, milady.

I am asking you again,
very nice,

my dear capit�n.

Your fancy manners
do not impress me, Mr. Lorenzo.

When do we divide
the gold?

In London, not before.

Uh-huh.

Then look, Capit�n,

I will make a bargain
with you.

A bargain?

Everybody wants to bargain with me--
you and Mercy...

Fire and thunder,
what do you think I am,

a stinking
sausage merchant?

What kind of a bargain?

The girl.

All my life I have dreamed
of a beautiful woman like that.

Give me half
of my dinero now...

and you can split
the rest between you...

...if you will
let me have her.

Fire on him.

He's smit
with love again.

I want her...

and I am going
to take her.

Whether
I like it or not?

Uh-huh.

With all this
treasure on board...

the crew is like a barrel
of hot gunpowder.

All that is needed
is a word in the right ears.

Do you mean mutiny?

You're a witness.

He's inciting
the crew to mutiny.

Oh, no, no, no,
Capit�n.

I was only joking.

You have a very nasty way
of joking, Mr. Lorenzo.

As for the girl,
I have my own plans for her,

and they do not
include you.

Get out.

Who is it?

Adam Mercy.

- Mr. Mercy, I'm--
- Shh!

Thank you for coming,
Mr. Mercy.

- I'm at my--
- My name's Adam Blayne.

Son of Lord Blayne?

I knew it, I knew it!

Well what are you doing
on this ship?

My father was killed
and accused of piracy.

Oh, few people believed
Lord Blayne was--

The king did!

That's why I went to sea
and turned pirate three years ago.

That's why
I'm on this ship.

I knew that someday
I'd come upon the truth.

And you have...

It was Captain Kidd
who killed your father, wasn't it?

Adam, I'm no fool.

He did the same
thing to my father.

The fat butcher!

It's taken me three years
to track him down...

three years
of degradation.

Now I've got him where I want him,
and he knows it.

You mean
he knows who you are?

He knows something.

That's why you didn't
admit to me who you were,

- why you avoided me.
- If Kidd knows we shared this,

he'd kill you with as little compunction
as he means to kill me...

if I let him.

Oh, what can I do to help?
Th-- There must be something.

Forget everything
you've seen on this ship.

Play up to him. Be friendly.
That way you'll be safe.

Now, when you
get back to London,

no matter what has
happened to me...

Go to the Lords of the Admiralty
and the king.

You'll be doing me a great service
as well as yourself.

I will, Adam,
I promise.

You're going to have trouble
with Lorenzo.

He's been bleating as a lamb
that's exciting the tiger.

His blood's getting
too rich for him.

He'd be the better
for a bleeding.

Things are getting
a bit complicated, milord.

The king may accept the elimination
of the Queda merchant as an accident,

maybe even the sudden demise
of Lord Fallsworth...

but what about
the lady?

You said you had
plans for her.

- Do they include...
- Mr. Povy,

the little dear's as safe with me
as if she was me daughter.

My passion's
power and gold.

Since she suspects
nothing,

I'll deliver her
to His Majesty

along with his share
of the Queda Merchant's goods,

I'll weep appropriately
over the untimely demise of her pa,

receive the grateful thanks
of me sovereign,

- and a peerage is mine.
- Milord.

Laugh if you will,
but that's what I'll have...

and neither man
nor devil shall stop me.

- Shadwell?
- Se�orita. Milady.

Do not be alarmed.

Now that she knows who I am
and what kind of a ship she's on.

I think we can count on her
to keep her head.

You stay here
'til I come off watch.

Help!

Shadwell!

Use your head,
Mr. Povy.

Luck's with us tonight.

Which of either of them
would you like to see survive?

Mr. Mercy, you did well
to protect her.

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, I'm all right.
Look after Lady Anne.

Adam,
what's the matter?

My medallion, it's gone.

Has the Blayne crest on it.

Blayne!

- Perhaps I can find it for you, sir.
- No.

It must've come off just before
Lorenzo went through the port.

Shadwell,
take Lady Anne to her cabin.

Oh, please Adam,
I can't go in there.

You must, Anne.
This is serious. It involves you.

Remember,
no matter what tricks he tries,

you've never seen me before
and you don't know who I am.

- Shadwell, I think--
- Well, don't worry about me, sir.

He never could get anything out of me,
and he never will.

It's the only way
you'll be safe.

Shadwell will
watch out for you.

Well, what about you, Adam?
What will he do?

The same thing he's
done to the others,

- if he gets a chance.
- Oh, Adam.

Don't worry, Anne.
I at least know what to expect.

Go now.

Shadwell, if anything does happen,
remember, you're to stand by Lady Anne

- and see that she gets safely to London.
- I'll stake my life on it, sir.

I know you will.

Be careful, Adam.

Please be careful.

Come, milady.

He's no king's man.

Who is he, then?

Tomorrow we put into
the lagoon for water,

and while the crew's
getting it on board,

you and me and Mr. Mercy
is going to the cave.

You're gonna
take him in there?

I've a peculiar humor to watch
my clever young friend's face

when we dig up
that chest.

Sweet dreams.

Dig fast, Mr. Mercy,
you haven't got forever.

Who might this be?

Perhaps a man that asked
too many questions.

Gently now, Mr. Mercy.

You've come on something.

So it was The Twelve Apostles,
eh, Captain?

Yes, it was,
Mr. Mercy.

Open it up.

Blayne's.

Blayne's.

He was a brave seaman,
but foolish.

Did you happen
to know him, Mr. Mercy?

I'd heard of him.

I thought
perhaps you had.

This...

...is yours...

...isn't it?

I, uh...

traded a ring for it.

One of Avery's men.

Yes.

When I encountered
Lord Blayne at sea,

I did my simple duty
as a loyal subject.

A pity he turned pirate
and traitor to his king.

Liar!

He's meat for the sharks now,
Mr. Povy.

The tide closes this place
in half an hour.

We've nothing more
to fear.

Oh, yes, you have, Captain--
Lady Anne.

It's a long voyage home,
Mr. Povy,

and anything
might happen.

Naturally, her ladyship is still
very distressed, sir.

In the midst of life,
we are in death, Shadwell...

- and though me heart bleeds--
- "My" heart, sir.

My heart bleeds...

Confound you,
Shadwell,

you've drove the thought
right out of me head,

and it was
an uncommon pretty one.

I'm sure of that, sir.

Go to her at once.

Tell her
she can't mourn forever,

and I shall expect her to take
her meals in the main cabin

with the rest of us.

Very well, sir.

Poor lad.

We turned just in time
to see him go over the edge.

Searched for an hour...
never came up.

Well...

here's to him...

Wherever he is.
You feeling ill?

Yes, I'll...

I'll go to my cabin,
with your permission.

If you wish.
It's been quite a trying voyage,

what with one little thing or another,
but bear up...

you'll soon
be home again.

I warned Adam
not to go.

No one could have
stopped him.

It was cold-bloodied-plan
deliberate.

The same will happen to her ladyship
unless we can...

Adam!

Adam,
how did you...?

If he finds you
on board, sir...

- I've come back for Lady Anne.
- Oh, thank you, sir.

I've been hanging
on the rudder chain since dark,

waiting for the turn
of the watch.

The jolly boat's
moored astern.

I worked it alongside.
It's secured right under this port.

Bart,
get in it and...

drift aft under the main cabin,
one hour.

Get me some dry clothes.
Shadwell, where's the captain?

In his own cabin
with Mr. Povy, sir...

examining the silver chest
they brought back on board, sir.

My father's chest.

Shadwell,
Kidd doesn't suspect you.

Tell Lady Anne to get
some things together,

and when the coast is clear,
you come back for me.

Yes, sir.

- Boatswain!
- Aye, sir.

Rouse out both watches
at daybreak.

We're weighing
on the morning tide.

Aye, sir.

Adam!

Kidd doesn't
suspect Shadwell.

He's staying on board,
and he'll be evidence for us in London.

Bart's in the small boat moored astern.
We'll row ashore.

- Then where Adam?
- Two days' journey overland

is the pirate town
of Last Hope.

It's the most lawless place on earth,
but I have friends there.

But somehow they'll find us
a ship for England.

England.

- Now.
- Come on.

Get down in the bow.

Good-bye, milady.

Good-bye, milord.
Godspeed.

I'll see you in England.

Ahoy there!
Who's in that boat now?

Come on.

Come on!

Fire!

Thank you...

melord scum.

Fire!

Man the longboat!

Bart.

Bart!

Hold on to me.

Take her away!

Eh, he's dead
as a mackerel.

He's gone, too.

Ah, I guess that's the end
of them, eh, Captain?

And good riddance.

Back to the ship, boys.

If you're thinking what I think
you're thinking, my friend, forget it.

There's a little matter
of a letter I left in London.

Spoilsport.

Captain William Kidd!

Greetings, Captain.

What news have you brought me
from the Indian seas?

By your leave, Your Majesty, both good
and ill, but mostly very good indeed.

I returned by way
of the American colonies, sire.

So I understood.

With the main points of your voyage,
I'm familiar.

I wonder if you can
enlighten me...

about the affair of the Queen's godchild,
Lady Anne Dunstan,

and your shipmaster,
Mr. Mercy.

Oh, that poor,
impetuous fellow, sire,

inveigled that bud of innocence,
he did,

into running away
with him.

And catching him red-handed
in defense of me very life,

I was forced
to dispatch them both.

Rest in peace.

Tell me, Captain,
about the treasure...

and the Queda merchant.

Unfortunate, sire,

most unfortunate.

We'd shipped
but that chest

when up she blew...

and all souls
went heavenward.

Rest in peace
to them.

Ditto.

I see.

And about The Twelve Apostles
and Lord Blayne...

did you encounter
any trace?

Nay, sire.

I can only hope that
the weight of his sins

sank both him
and his ship.

I see.

Then how do you
explain this?

Whose might that be,
Your Majesty?

My officers found it
on your ship at Plymouth

after you'd left
for London.

It bears
the Blayne crest,

with which I believe
you are not unfamiliar.

I've always felt that
Mr. Povy, me surgeon--

a very wily
fellow indeed--

was hiding
something from me.

Hiding it in a secret lazarette
in your cabin, Captain?

I hope Mr. Povy has
a proper explanation, sire.

Mr. Povy was killed
three days ago defending it.

With his dying oath,
he swore it was not his!

Perhaps Shadwell, me valet,
slipped it aboard.

Might it not have come
from a Madagascar cave, Captain?

Something's dreadful queer
about all this,

- Your Majesty.
- Enough of your lies!

Look!

Nightmare!

A pity you overlooked
Last Hope, Captain.

We stood on the headland
with my friend Avery,

and watched you
sail by.

May it please Your Majesty,
I accuse this man of piracy and murder.

Was ever a gentleman
so misfortunate?

Lock him up
in Newgate.

He's to be held for the next session
of the court of oyer and terminer,

there to be tried
for his life.

Hands off me,
you scum!

All I done was
to the credit...

and for the honor
and glory of England!

So here's me bequest

to them what hunts
what I have hid...

and to their sons' sons...

down through
the endless corridors of time.

Greed...

that spawns murder.

Hatred...

that corrodes the soul.

Ambition...

the foulest
strumpet of all.

Hey, Jack! Jack Ketch!

Sell me a bit of that rope
for sixpence, will you?

Save your money,
me lads.

You can have it all
for nothing

if you'd only
step up here and wear it.

Hurry it up, Jack.

Can't wait forever.

Captain Kidd is dead,
milord Blayne.

His account is closed.

Now, in what manner
can I atone

for the injustice I wept
upon your father?

Offer your advice, Sea Lord.
What you suggest?

We've a fine
frigate of fifty guns...

commissioned for
American waters, sire...

that we thought of naming
The Lady Anne.

It shall be a wedding gift
to you from the Crown...

for your loyalty and service
to King and Country.