All language subtitles for Night Creatures AKA Captain Clegg - English

Night Creatures AKA Captain Clegg.
English.

The charge being

that you did wilfully and
maliciously attack a woman,

namely, the wife of your own Captain
with intent to assault and murder her,

for which the punishment is the
same as that for a traitor.

Namely,

that your ears be slit. No!

And your tongue be cut out.

And you be taken to the
nearest uninhabited shore

with neither food nor water

and left to die.

Mercy!

[ MUFFLED SCREAMS ]

Signed Captain Clegg,

this year of our Lord, 1776.

[ SEAGULLS CAWING ]

[ GROANING ]

[ SCREAMING ]

[ MULATTO'S SCREAMING CONTINUES ]

[ NARRATOR SPEAKING ]

[ WOLF HOWLING ]

[ BIRD SQUAWKING ]

[ CAWING ]

[ WOLF HOWLING ]

[ EXCLAIMS ]

[ GROANS ]

[ SCREAMING ]

[ CHURCH CHOIR SINGING ]

Praise he who made the sun.

Praise he who made the sun.

Day by day his course to run.

For his mercies they endure.

Ever faithful, ever sure.

Praise him that he gave the rain.

To mature the swelling grain.

For his mercies they endure.

Ever faithful, ever sure.

And hath bid the fruitful field.

Crops of precious,
increase yield.

For his mercies they endure.

Ever faithful, ever sure.

Gentlemen.
This will not do at all.

We are gathered here today
to give thanks to our Lord

for his bounteous gifts.

Now, is this the best
you can do? Surely not?

I know some of you feel you have
precious little to be thankful for

with taxation what it is

and war with France more
than just a possibility,

but you are wrong.
For you have your health.

You have enough to eat.

More than enough, in some cases.

[ ALL LAUGHING ]

You have roofs over your heads,

fuel for your fires,
a new schoolroom,

a choir that sings in tune.

Sometimes.

And what is more,

you haven't any King's men
billeted in your homes.

And so, my friends,
let us have the last verse...

No, the last two verses again.

And this time, we'll really give
thanks and we'll mean it, shall we?

Are you ready, Mr. Mipps?

[ SINGING ] Praise him
that he sent the rain

[ BIRDS CHIRPING ]

[ BIRD CHIRPING ]

[ BIRD CALLING ]

[ CRICKETS CHIRPING ]

Brandon, get ahead with your cutlass.
Aye, aye, sir.

Well, we've a good hour yet.

He said that parson liked
the sound of his own voice.

[ CHUCKLES ]

And when the Philistines heard
that the children of Israel

were gathered together
to Mizpeh,

"the lords of the Philistines
went up against Israel."

And when the children
of Israel heard it,

"they were afraid
of the Philistines."

"And the children of Israel
said to Samuel,"

"'Cease not to cry unto
the Lord our God for us,"

that he will save us out of
the hand of the Philistines.

"And as Samuel was offering up
the burnt offering,"

the Philistines drew near
to battle against Israel.

But the Lord thundered with a great
thunder on that day upon the Philistines

and discomfited them.

Timed it just right, eh, Bosun?

Can't think why we didn't come by
road instead of all this boat caper.

He said they'd be watching
for us on the road.

This way we take them
by surprise.

Right, Bosun. Forward!

Now,

let us sing Hymn number 291,

Oft in danger, oft in woe.

[ SINGING ] Oft in danger,
oft in woe

[ BIRDS CHIRPING ]

Right, Bosun.

All right, you know what we're looking for.
Pitch to and find it.

Brandon and Smee fallout.

I'm going back to the church to make
sure none of the flock leaves the fold.

Forward. Aye, sir.

[ DOG BARKING ]

All right? Yes.

Good morning, gentlemen. We're
closed till after Church.

Who says so? I say so.

Mr. Rash, these gentlemen must have
had a long walk. Give them a drink.

All right. What do you want?
Brandy.

This is an alehouse.
All right then, wine.

We don't keep no fancy French wines here.
The duty is too high.

Don't keep any wine, eh? We'll
have to make sure, won't we, lads?

Now, here's an answer
to a sailor's prayer.

What's your name then,
my pretty?

My name's Imogene.

Imogene. I knew an Imogene once.

Chased her for two years. Every
time I caught up with her,

she gave me the slip.

Perhaps you were too rough
with your wooing.

Not for that Imogene,
she was a three-master.

A pirate ship, she was, boy,

flying the black flag
of Captain Clegg.

We've got him in our churchyard.

Who? Captain Clegg.
He's buried there.

You're welcome to him, boy,
very welcome.

[ CHURCH CHOIR SINGING ]

[ CHURCH CHOIR CONTINUES SINGING ]

I see I spoke too soon. The
King's men are already with us.

If you would care to join us in worship,
Captain, you are more than welcome.

But first, would you be kind
enough to remove your hat?

[ ALL LAUGHING ]

I would, sir, if I were here
in the service of my Maker.

But I'm not.

In the service of my King,
I keep it on.

I had prepared a sermon
for today on the text,

"Blessed be the Lord my strength"

who teacheth my hand to war

and my fingers to fight.

However, under the circumstances, I
feel it would be rather inappropriate.

Therefore, I should suggest that
you consider the service finished

and that you should
go straight to your homes.

Well, nothing there, matey.

"Pitch to and find it," he says.

Where? All I can show
for my trouble

is splinters in my fingers
and corns in my feet.

My heart bleeds for you. Who's
going to pay for all this damage?

Why, you are, Mr. Rash,

a right thinking taxpayer,
you'd want to stop smuggling.

So we're putting a stop to it.

[ MAN ] What more compensation
do you want than that?

The follow party arrived, Bosun?

Aye, sir.
But we've found nothing.

What's in there?

Mr. Rash?

It's here somewhere.

Unless that informer, Ketch,
was lying, Captain.

He was too frightened to lie.

All right, Bosun, fetch your ferret.
Aye, Captain.

Unchain him.

Look at this.

So they've no fancy French
wines, eh, Captain?

[ SNIFFING ]

[ THUMPING ]

[ PRISONER GRUNTS ]

You two. Come in here.

Come on.

What's this?
A hole in the floor, Captain.

I can see that, fool.
What's down there?

Why, the cellar, of course.
Why the concealed entrance?

Well, it's an old inn.

Get down there.

No secrets here, Captain. Just tar
for the nets, lamp-oil and the like.

[ KNOCKING ]

[ SNIFFS ]

What's in that?

White varnish.
It's for the boats.

Are you sure it isn't
White Holland's Gin? Yes.

[ CAPTAIN COLLIER ] Open it.

He was speaking
the truth, Captain.

Here, Captain.

Varnish?

Varnish, Captain.
Did anyone tell you different?

There's a man here called Ketch.
Do you know him?

Yes, that'll be young Tom.
I want to see him.

That would... Take me
to him, no arguments.

After you.

Come this way, Captain.

They learnt anything?

Only the taste of white varnish so far.
At least that's all the Bosun has.

If we don't get rid
of everything quick,

they're gonna learn the taste
of brandy and gin.

Listen. [ BELL RINGING ]

Captain, I should have told you,
I was at sea myself for years.

I've sailed
around the world three times.

Pirating? There you go,
always suspicious.

No. I was a ship's carpenter.
Very good one, too.

That's where I learnt my trade.

Of course, it's a bit quiet here,
after the high jinks at sea,

but it has its points.

What's down there?

That's the coffin shop.

But, Captain, you come here
to see Tom Ketch, didn't you?

Tom?

Came in this morning, I haven't
had time to touch him up yet.

He was alive last night.

How did he die?

He was found floating in one
of the ponds on the marshes.

The Squire found him this
morning, when he was out riding.

Squire Cobtree.
How did he die, man?

Dr. Pepper signed
the certificate,

Natural causes.

But, I should have thought from
the look of the poor fellow,

that he died of fright.

That's more like unnatural
causes, wouldn't you think?

Frightened to death? What by?

Well, he didn't tell us,
of course, being dead,

but I should think it was the
marsh phantoms. The what?

The marsh phantoms.

People around here don't believe in them.
Say they don't exist.

That's during the daytime,
of course.

At night, if you ask them to go
for a walk across the marshes,

you'll find that they'll have something
very much more important to do,

like bolting the door and going to bed.
Old wives' tales.

I'm sure you know best, Captain.

You say the Squire
discovered the body? Yes.

Where do I find him?

He'll probably be in the church
saying his prayers. Shall I take you?

No, I'll find him. As you wish.

[ BELL RINGS ]

Thanks, matey.

You out of your wits? Bringing
him here, risking all our necks?

I brought him to pay his last respects
to the swab that gave us all away,

the late Tom Ketch.

He's off to see the Squire now,
won't be back for quite some time.

We're getting rid of this stuff.

[ MIPPS ] Wait a minute.

That's the best elm.

I don't mind lending
my coffins in a good cause,

but I'm not having them
smashed up.

Lovely bit of grain.
Throw the liquor in the creek.

Smash up the kegs,
get rid of it.

By whose orders, Mr. Rash?
By my orders.

We were told to wait, Rash.

We'll wait so long, we'll have
a rope around all our necks.

Get rid of it.

Mr. Rash?

Since when
have you given orders?

Well, I thought
with all them fellas...

There's no need
for you to think.

I think for all of you.
Is that clearly understood?

As you say. Exactly.

As I say,

the goods will be delivered tonight,
in the usual way, at midnight.

What about the revenue men?

There's a chance
they'll be gone by then.

Well, supposing they're
not gone? I don't like it.

I'm not interested in whether
you like it or not, Mr. Rash.

Just as long
as you do as I tell you.

You've been in this trade long enough
to know we all have to take risks.

It's all right for him. He's clone
very nicely out of it all these years.

Yes, very nicely.

He's taken all of his fair share

and squandered it on food
for those who were hungry

and clothes for them
that didn't have any.

All right, Mr. Mipps.
Now listen.

I want the word spread that the
King's men are not to be offered

accommodation in the village.

There is to be no room
for them anywhere.

[ ALL ] Aye, sir.

And remember, there is to
be no violence, either.

[ ALL ] Aye, sir.

Mr. Rash.

I heard you. Then say so.

Midnight then.

He put you in your place properly, Mr.
Rash, didn't he?

Ah, no violence.

[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]

Captain,
admiring our little church?

And you've removed
your hat, I see.

Are you no longer
in the service of the King?

I came to find the Squire.

But I'm also looking for
quarters for my men, Parson.

Not in here, I hope. No.

But you'll know
the most suitable places.

Ah, yes. Have you tried the inn?

Come now, Parson. There's
only one room in the inn.

And you have taken that, I expect. It's
hardly big enough for all of you, is it?

Let me see now.
There's Mrs. Wagstaff's...

No, she's just had another, hasn't she?
Her thirteenth, I think it is.

That would be little crowded, wouldn't it?
And a little noisy, too, I expect.

Would you mind just holding
that for a moment? Thank you.

Dr. Pepper has a spare room,

but he's been attending some rather
nasty cases of the plague recently,

so I couldn't really
recommend there. No.

I'm afraid the inn
is about all we can offer.

Thank you.

Really, I think the best thing you can
do is march your men back to the ship

just for tonight, and then march
them back again tomorrow.

We are staying the night in Dymchurch.
Are you?

I wonder where?

[ SQUIRE ] He certainly seemed
to keep you fellows chasing.

[ SQUIRE ] He certainly seemed
to keep you fellows chasing

around the world, I must say.

Here's Squire Cobtree.

Sir Anthony, this gentleman
has been looking for you.

May I present Captain...

Captain Howard Collier,
at your service, sir.

Not the Captain Collier who sank
the French frigate Lion d'Or

at the mouth of
the St. Lawrence?

Then you've heard of me, sir.

Certainly.

We're not quite so out of touch

that we don't know something
about our national heroes.

Squire, I should... Your
man has been telling me

you chased this fellow
halfway around the world.

Captain Clegg, sir.

Captain Clegg?

So, this is where
the rascal ended up?

Yes, I flatter myself that I
gave him a run for his money.

But you never caught him, Captain.
Yes, that's true. But,

how did you know?

He was hanged at Rye, I attended
his last rites as Prison Chaplain.

Last rites?

I suppose he repented all his
sins at the last moment?

He died a Christian.

I interceded to obtain him a
Christian burial here in Dymchurch.

Well, if I'd have caught him,
he'd have a different end.

I would have had him hanged, drawn,
and quartered. Publicly, too.

I'm sure you would, but then
you didn't catch him, did you?

Well, I must be... Squire?

I may take
you for supper, Blyss.

[ DR. BLYSS ] Delighted. Thank you.

I should like a word with you...
Not now.

It's important.
Oh, very well then.

Join us for supper. At the inn.

8:00, sharp. You honour me, sir.

Shall I see you and your men
at Evensong, Captain?

7:00, sharp?

I very much doubt it, Parson.

Sailors have other ways of
looking after their spirits.

[ PEOPLE CHATTERING ]

[ SINGING ] Sing a little
and laugh a little.

Work a little Spend a little.

What are you staring at, son?
I can tie that knot.

Want to be a sailor when you grow up, eh?
No, I'm going to be a hangman.

I'm gonna string him up
and cut him down.

We may have business for you,
boy, before we finish here.

[ PEOPLE CHEERING ]

Have you all done staring?

If it's all the same to you, miss,
I'd like a few minutes more.

[ ALL LAUGHING ]

Imogene, Mrs. Rash wants you.

Yes, Mrs. Rash.

You slip round the back and see
if there is any more of this ale.

[ SINGING ] Sing a little
and laugh a little.

Work a little and spare a little.

Twiddle a little
and put in the middle.

Let's drink up all we can.

Twiddle a little
and put in the middle.

And drink up all we can

[ LAUGHS ]

Harry!

You shouldn't come here.
Aren't you pleased to see me?

No. It's not right for the Squire's
son to be hanging around...

Hanging around the back
of the inn to see the barmaid.

You keep telling me that.
It's true.

We'll go in then.
No, please don't do that.

If Mr. Rash should see you, I
don't know what he'd do to me.

He doesn't treat you
badly, does he? No.

But he's my legal guardian, and he
could send me away if he wanted to.

If he should he guess that
we're seeing each other...

Let him guess.

Harry, give me that...
Why should he object to me?

Wouldn't he like you to marry

the Squire's son?

Marry?

Imogene, you know we will
marry as soon as we can.

So you said.

I do love you so.
Yes, you've said that, too.

You said that if your father
wouldn't allow you to marry me,

then we'd be married secretly.
So we will.

We'd leave here

and go to some new place where no
one knew or cared who we were.

So we will.

Then why don't we?

Because I can't.

You see, I might be in some danger.
What danger?

[ RASH ] Imogene, where is that ale?
Quick! Don't let him see you.

Later? I'll try.

I thought I told you to hurry.
Bringing it now, Mr. Rash.

Wait a minute. Has somebody
been out here with you?

No, no one.

[ GROANS ]

[ WOMAN LAUGHING ]

Where have you been
all this time, girl?

The Squire's here with his party.
Take this in to him.

Hurry now.

[ PEOPLE CHATTERING ]

Pigeon pie.

It always amazes me how Mrs. Rash manages
to get so many birds under one crust.

She's a Dymchurch woman.

What goes on under the crust of
this village would surprise anyone.

Rash, bring out some Madeira and open
a bottle of Chateau Lafite, will you?

I have already taken the liberty
of doing so, Squire. Splendid.

One moment, Mr. Rash. I was told you
didn't stock wines in this inn.

No, sir. But the Squire
generally keeps a few bottles

from his
own private cellar here.

And a very pretty wine it is, too.
And a pretty duty it pays.

Or should, then.

By thunder, sir,
are you suggesting that...

Perhaps you'd like
my cellar book?

I cannot believe he...
Calm yourself, Anthony.

The Captain is only complimenting
you on your choice of wine.

I hope you'll sample my little stock.
If you stay long enough.

I should be pleased to.

Where have you been? You're late.
I'm sorry I'm late, sir.

I know you're sorry, but that
doesn't answer my question.

Where have you been?

You left these outside, sir.

I was otherwise engaged, Father.

Wenching again,
I'll stake my wig.

My son. The free thinker.

Fair shares for all,
and all that nonsense.

You don't get it from me,
I can assure you of that.

What do you think of it?

What with that
and his wenching...

You should be very glad that he has
an eye for the ladies, Squire.

It's high time one of the Cobtrees
introduced some good looks into the family.

[ LAUGHS ]

What is it, Bosun?

It's about the billets for the men.
What about them?

There ain't none. There's not an
empty room in the whole village.

Should I march the men back
to the ship, sir?

Yes. I suppose you could.
Just a minute.

What sort of men
are they, Captain?

The sweepings of Chatham,
I'll be bound.

They're as fine a body of men
as you'll get.

Yes, but they won't object to discomfort?
They're used to that, sir.

There is a barn of mine
they can use.

[ GLASS SHATTERING ]

[ EXCLAIMS ]

It's around the back of the church.
The boy will show you.

Go see about it, Bosun.
Aye, aye, sir.

I do seem
to have made rather a mess.

I better just slip down into the bar.
Mrs. Rash will

give me a damp cloth.
I'm so sorry. Excuse me.

[ CAPTAIN COLLIER ] Thank you
very much, Squire, for the...

[ PEOPLE CHATTERING ]

On the way.

[ WOMEN LAUGHING ]

Give us a song, beautiful.
[ MAN ] He can't sing.

We don't want no words, just a melody.
Give him the note, Dad.

[ VIOLIN PLAYING ]

Not until your song.

Go on. One, two...

[ GROANS ]

[ ALL LAUGHING ]

[ IMOGENE ] Stop it. Let him go.

Give us a kiss, then.

[ GROANING CONTINUES ]

[ ALL LAUGHING ]

[ ALL CHEERING ]

[ SCREAMS ]

[ GROANING ]

It must be the drink.

Can't think what's come over the
heathen creature, Your Reverence.

Generally, he's as quiet as a lamb.
What on earth's happening?

My apologies, Parson.
Bosun, what happened?

One of your men
got a little out of hand,

but then our local ale is rather strong.
Please, it's of no consequence.

[ BOSUN ] Shall I get the
men outside, sir?

Sooner the better it would seem.

Yes, Bosun, march them off.
All right.

Come on, you rum-swilling
rats, outside, come on.

Free thinkers, the lot of them.

This wouldn't have happened in
the old King's time, you know.

Well, let's get back
to our pigeon pie. Come on.

I understand it was you, Squire,
who found the body of Torn Ketch

in the marsh this morning?

Well? Have you any
idea how he died?

Dr. Pepper says
it was heart failure.

If that's what Pepper
says he died of,

then that is what he died of,
as far as I'm concerned.

More pork, Blyss? No, thank you.

Heart failure.

It was rather sudden, wasn't it?

I don't know if it was sudden
or not, I don't very much care.

Neither, sir, do I very much care
for the tone of your questions.

I'm sure the Captain is only
trying to do his duty, Squire.

Let him do it with a little
respect for his betters.

Why are you so interested in
this man, Ketch, Captain?

I might as well tell you. Since
he can come to no more harm.

It was Ketch who told me
of certain activities

he knew were going on
down here in Dymchurch.

Oh, what activities?

Smuggling.

If there was any smuggling
here, I'd know about it.

You forget that I am
to be chief magistrate.

How do you think
Ketch died, Captain?

Thank you. I don't know.

All I've heard is some cock and bull
story about being frightened to death

by phantoms.

Phantoms, ghosts, spooks.

You haven't heard of the Romney
Marsh phantoms, Captain?

What are they, some local superstitions?
Don't tell me you believe in them, Squire.

Would you kill an albatross
or set sail on a Friday?

No, I wouldn't, but... Local
superstitions of yours, Captain?

But have any of you seen any
of these so-called phantoms?

You, Squire? You, Parson?

I know many honest men, whose word I
trust implicitly, who have seen them.

I've seen them, sir.

You have?

What do they look like?
They were horrible.

Their horses seemed to move
without touching the ground

or even making a sound.

[ SCOFFS ]

Their faces were like
nothing on this earth,

glowing as if

they were on fire.

How many were there?

A dozen or more, it was
difficult to tell, Father,

they kept appearing
and disappearing.

[ CAPTAIN COLLIER ] I'll tell you
why they kept disappearing.

'Cause they weren't there at all,
except in your fevered imagination.

You'd change your tune
if you saw them for yourself.

If I ever saw them, sir,
it's this I'd change.

To water.

Now with your leave, gentlemen,

I must see that my men are
bedded down for the night.

Bosun, here we are.

Thank you, boy.

[ ALL LAUGHING ]

Here. Give him this.

Lovable little creature,
isn't he?

What happened to him?
He fell foul of Captain Clegg.

The pirate? Aye, that's him.

He attacked Clegg's wife,
so they say.

So they left him to die on a
desert island in the South Seas.

But we were up on Clegg's heels
at the time and we picked him up.

Lucky for you we did, eh?
[ GROWLS ]

Is he always like this? No, he's
all right, in the ordinary way.

Tonight something seems
to have upset him.

He ain't his usual happy self.

[ GRUNTING ]

Get back!

See,
he's frightened of fire, boy.

You know, he doesn't seem
to like the look of you.

Some people
have that effect on him.

And when he is like that,

he'd just as soon
slit your throat

or claw out your gizzards
as look at you.

[ LAUGHING ]

[ SCREAMS ]

So the local people really believe
in these marsh phantoms, Parson?

They're very devout here, they don't
care to meddle with forces of darkness.

You're a doctor of divinity, don't
tell me you believe in them, too?

I believe
in the power of good and evil.

Good night, Vicar.
Good night, Mr. Mipps.

I know that strange,
devilish forces do exist

with powers beyond the
comprehension of mere mortal men.

It's best not to antagonize
those forces.

[ MAN SCREAMING ]

I saw them.

What in heaven's name, man...

Oh, God! The phantoms...

[ PANTING ]

They passed so close
I could have touched them.

Steady, man.

I saw them just as close
as you are to me now.

I never want to see
their likes again.

Where did you see them? In the village?
Village? No.

They're out there. On the marshes.
The marsh phantoms.

They scared the wits out of me.
Where on the marshes?

Where? North, south,
east, west, where, man?

I couldn't say exactly.
Then think exactly.

Think, man. He's had a
terrible experience.

Out there somewhere. How far?

A tidy way,
about a mile or more.

A tidy way. No faces,

only skulls.

If you have all the
information you require

from this poor fellow,
Captain, I'll take him home.

He is coming with me.

He's going to show me these marsh
phantoms of yours, Parson.

Can't you see
he is ill with shock?

Then a walk across the marshes
will do him some good.

Come on. In the name
of charity, Captain...

In the name of the King, I'm taking
this man. Good night, Parson.

Captain, I don't want to go back there.
Come on.

Pleasant dreams, mateys.

This stuff tickles, doesn't it?

Come on, mate.
Get your head down.

[ BOSUN ] Come on outside.

Come on, you scum, let's see
the colour of your feet.

Get outside.
What's up then, Bosun?

You are all going for a nice
long walk across the marshes.

That's what's up.
Now move yourselves.

Come on outside.

Come on! Move!

Come off it. Go to sleep.

Which way? There, sir.

Right, lead them off, Bosun.

Right turn!

Forward!

Everything ready, Mr. Mipps?

It is, yes. We'd better
move quickly then.

I think we are about
ready now, Mr. Rash.

It's them, it's the King's men.

[ SHUSHING ]

Evening, Captain. Working
late tonight, coffin-maker?

Yes. These chilly evenings
are good for business.

And if you lot were to get lost in
the marshes, it'll be even better.

[ RASH ] That wagging
tongue of yours

will have us all
dangling one day.

Just attending to business,
Mr. Rash. All safe now.

Wait, I want a word with you.
Why? What have I done?

It's not what you've done
but what you might do.

You're becoming a danger to the
organization. You're losing your nerve.

I don't like the King's men
around our necks, that's all.

Would you prefer
the hangman's noose?

That's what you'll get us all
if you're not careful.

I ought to be with the others.

You'll not join them tonight.
You'll go home.

Why? I've always done my share.
Carried out my orders.

Come and see me tomorrow
evening at the vicarage.

We'll be safe by then.

[ HORSE NEIGHING ]

[ MAN ] Where are you going?

Where are you going down there?

[ MUFFLED SCREAMS ]

Of course, this is only the outskirts
of the marshes, as you might say.

Once you get right
into the heart of them

then to move as much as one step from the
path is more than your life is worth.

Six good men we lost that year because they
didn't watch out where they were going.

Now, the year before
we had three...

You keep us
on the straight course,

because where we go, you go.

Is this still the right way?
Yes, Captain. Right enough.

How much further?
You've a long way to go yet.

You don't seem so frightened
of these phantoms as you did.

That's 'cause I know we've still a long
way to go before we catch up with him.

And I've got you for company.
Now, as I was saying...

Halt. Bring that man up here.

How much further? Not much
further now, Captain.

I want to know exactly how much.

Maybe a mile, perhaps two.

You don't seem very sure.
I don't know this place.

But you came here
less than two hours ago.

Or did you? Well, I...

Look! The phantom! There it is.

I don't like being made
a fool of.

Bosun, your knife.
Hold his ears.

You were sent as a decoy to see
us out of the way, weren't you?

To see us out of the way
of your smuggling friends.

No!

You're going to take us to
your friends now, aren't you?

I can't do that.

Bosun, cut off one ear.

No. In the name of mercy, no.

You'll do as I tell you?

Yes, yes.

Which way?

Bosun, keep close behind him.

Come on, lads.

Come on.

[ MIPPS ]
Keg of brandy for Maidstone,

ditto Canterbury.

Odds are good.

The pack horses are here, boys.

[ MEN CHATTERING ]

I've got a score of kegs
and bottles for you this time.

Come along, lads,
don't waste any time there.

They say the King's men
are on the prowl tonight.

[ MIPPS ] They're off across the
marshes on a fool's errand.

Good luck to them.

Thanks, Henry.

Be lively, Henry.
That man Collier is no fool.

Come along, boys. We can't
hang around here tonight.

Is that it? Yes. That's it.

The scarecrow. He's signalled.

Here, that scarecrow.
Well, what about it?

We passed that way back on the marshes.
I swear we did.

Surround the windmill!

All right, Bosun.

[ MEOWING ]

Hey, that scarecrow. It moved.
It moved, I tell you.

That scarecrow moved, sir.

[ CAPTAIN COLLIER ] Did it?

Blood.

[ ROOSTER CROWING ]

[ DOGS BARKING ]

Good morning, Captain.

Getting up an appetite?
I'm an early riser myself.

Would you care
to join me for breakfast?

Grilled kidneys and bacon, I think.
Carry on, Bosun.

Thank you, Doctor.

Let yourself in. It's not locked.
Party, forward!

Down in a moment. Goodbye.

I always think this is the best
part of the day, don't you?

Come in, come in!

Thank you.

There. What did I say? Kidneys and bacon.
Delicious. Come in.

Help yourself, please do.
Or some coffee first, perhaps.

Did you sleep well last night?

Exceptionally well, thank you.
And you?

You were out looking for the
phantoms, weren't you? Of course.

Don't tell me you've
only just returned. Yes.

Dear me. You must've walked a long way.
Did you have any luck?

Yes and no.

That's comprehensive anyway.
Cream'? What did you find?

A scarecrow that bled.

Why did you flinch
when I touched your arm?

It wasn't my arm, Captain.
You trod on my foot.

Captain. What is it?

Captain, sir, Bosun says will you
come at once, sir'? It's urgent.

My apologies, Parson.

Good day.

[ LAUGHS ]

Come and have some breakfast,
Harry, you've earned it.

And you had better get these
boots of yours cleaned quickly.

Must have jumped him
from behind, done him in.

Got free
and made a run for it, sir.

Yes.

[ OWL HOOTING ]

[ WOMAN ] No.

[ MAN ] Come on.

What the...

[ SCREAMS ]

[ GRUNTS ]

[ GROANS ]

[ GRUNTS ]

[ GROANING ]

What happened? Douse the fire.

What happened, sir? Your
mulatto, he broke into my house.

Smee, fetch the Bosun
with the party. And hurry.

I'll see that
you're not disturbed any more.

I wonder why he should
break into your house.

When you catch him
you might ask him.

He wouldn't be able
to tell me, sir.

He had his tongue cut out
by Captain Clegg.

Can you find your way home?

Without your spectacles.

Yes, thank you, Captain.

Thank you.

Good night.

Please take me away from here.

Somewhere where we
can start a new life, Harry.

I can't leave here, Imogene.
Not yet, that is.

But you said you'd be willing to
start afresh in some other place.

You told me that.

It's still true.
That's what we will do.

But I have to ask someone first.
Your father?

No, not my father. Who, then?

Harry, please tell me.

Imogene, do you trust me?

Yes, I do. I always have done.

Trust me a little longer then, will you?
If you ask me to.

Mr. Rash.

Please get out of my room. Not
until I've kissed you good night

and told you a little bedtime story.
The story of little Imogene.

Who are you? You know.

I know what the Parson told me
when he brought you here.

He said that your father was
some brave Captain

that was lost at sea, didn't he?

He was. He was lost all right.
To the devil.

You're the daughter of a common
pirate that was hanged at Rye jail.

I don't believe it.
Here's the proof.

Your father was Captain Clegg.

[ EXCLAIMS ]

Don't you fret yourself,
my little pirate's daughter.

I'll not tell anyone.

I've always been respectful
to you, haven't I?

But I've had to keep my real
feelings to myself, until now.

[ GROANS ]

[ SCREAMS ]

Come back!

[ PANTING ]

Imogene.
Dr. Blyss. I must see you.

Come inside.

What's happened? Ls it true that
my father was Captain Clegg?

Who told you that? Mr. Rash.

Yes, it is true.
Does it trouble you?

Why, because of Harry?
We were to be married.

And now you think he won't
marry you, is that it?

My dear Imogene,
you underestimate him.

My father was hanged in jail.
A coward and a traitor.

Now, that is not true, Imogene.

Clegg was bad but he was never a
coward nor a traitor. Sit down.

He outwitted the entire British
Navy for more than 1 O years.

They never forgave him.

Did you know he was offered
a free pardon by the King

for capturing
a Spanish slave trader?

But he wasn't pardoned,
they hanged him.

As soon as he touched British soil, the
navy seized him and flung him into jail

and then hanged him
without a trial.

He was betrayed, Imogene.

That's why he lies out there
now in our churchyard.

[ BOSUN ] He's taken the body.

You asked to see me, sir?
Yes. Imogene's here.

She has some news for you. I think
she would rather tell you herself.

What is it, Imogene?
My father was Captain Clegg.

Yes, I know.

You know?

Dr. Blyss told me some time ago.
He asked me to keep it a secret.

You knew all the time.

Harry.

Perhaps you'd like to escort your
fiancee back to the inn, Harry.

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

What is it, Imogene? I can't
go back there. To the inn.

Why not?

Mr. Rash.

What about Mr. Rash?

He'd been drinking.

He came into my room and...
Harry!

[ SOBS ]

Young Squire.

If you so much as
look at Imogene again, Rash,

I'll kill you.

Hurt your arm, have you?
Did you hear what I said?

I wonder how
you came to do that.

"I said,
Did you hear what I said?"

I heard you, my fine young Squire. So
it's my little ward you fancy, is it?

I don't wonder at it. Very
generous girl is our Imogene.

Don't mind sharing her favours.

[ GRUNTS ]

[ CAPTAIN COLLIER ]
Get his knife, Bosun.

Go on, pick them up.

Take him outside to the horse
trough, and sober him up.

Captain, look at his arm!
Look at his arm!

Look at it!

May I take
a look at your arm, sir?

[ GROANS ]

Cut yourself?
Yes, Captain. Shaving.

I shot a scarecrow, and hit
a man. It was you, wasn't it?

Captain, I ask you.
Do I look like a scarecrow?

Take him in there and teach
him not to be funny with me.

Drink, Bosun.

[ HARRY GROANING ]

[ HARRY GRUNTING ]

And now perhaps you'd care to
tell me how you got that wound?

No, I wouldn't. Hold it, Bosun.

These lads can get very nasty
if they want, you know.

I wouldn't tell you,
whatever you did to me.

No, I don't believe you would. He'll
be more use to us as a hostage.

Collect a party and take him clown to the
ship, Bosun. He'll be safer down there.

[ MEN LAUGHING ]

Enjoy your bath, Mr. Landlord?

One moment, Mr. Rash. How did
you know about the boy's arm?

I saw it, didn't I? Yes, but how
did you know I'd be interested?

I've got something here that
will interest you, Captain.

I will give you this
if you let me go free.

What is it? I'll turn King's
evidence if you will let me...

[ GROANS ]

[ GROANING ]

Get up.

Bright lad, aren't you?
Get him to the ship.

Out, sir.

Keep him under guard
until he comes around.

[ OWL HOOTING ]

[ EXCLAIMS ]

Who's there? Mr. Rash,
what are you doing here?

It's all up with us, Mipps.

We've got to save ourselves
as fast as we can.

Before they come for us,
you and me, Mipps.

What are you going on about?
It's the King's men.

They've got the Scarecrow.
They what?

They've got Harry.
He'll tell them everything.

They've got Harry?
Where have they got him?

They're taking him
to their ship.

You stay here, Mr. Rash.
I'll go for the Vicar.

We can't wait for that.
He won't do us no good now.

Mr. Mipps. They've got Harry.

[ WOLF HOWLING ]

[ BIRD SQUAWKING ]

[ FROG CROAKING ]

What's that?

Keep the ranks, Bosun. Get back.

Get back into your ranks.
Keep the men in formation.

[ MEN YELL ]

Get back!

[ SOLDIERS CHATTERING ]

[ CAPTAIN COLLIER ]
Hold on. Bosun, after them.

Let's have a look at you.

I'm all right, sir. Now listen.

We've got to move fast,
Collier knows too much.

You mean we must disband?
Yes. I had...

Imogene's happiness
means everything to me.

For her sake, and mine, I want you to
take her away, now, before it's too late.

Take her away? There's water
in there and a towel.

Clean yourself up and hurry.
But Imogene...

Imogene, quickly.
Now, wait for me here.

Harry. Sir?

But why... You'll find out.

Come along, Harry, come on.

Mipps, all I need
is a fast horse...

Master Harry.

Imogene.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered
together here, in the sight of God

and in the face
of this congregation

to join together this man and
this woman in holy matrimony.

To love, cherish, and obey.

[ DR. BLYSS ]
Until death us do part.

[ IMOGENE ] Until death us do part.

And thereto...

And thereto...

I pledge thee my truth.

I pledge thee my truth.

[ ALL CHATTERING ]

With this ring, I thee wed.
With my body, I thee worship.

And with all my worldly goods,
I thee endow.

[ CHURCH BELL RINGING ]

For as much as Harry and Imogene have
consented together in holy wedlock

and have witnessed the same
before God and this company.

[ BELL RINGING CONTINUES ]

And have declared the same by
giving and receiving of a ring

and joining of hands.

I pronounce that they be
man and wife together.

God bless you, sir.
You take care of her, Harry.

Dear Imogene, be happy.

Get your men posted, Bosun.

Where is Dr. Blyss?

There are horses
waiting for you.

I can't leave you like this. You
can and you will. Now hurry.

The last time I saw him was
about, I should think, at 10:00.

Perhaps even 11:00. Well, let us say
half-past just to be on the safe side.

All right, Mr. Mipps. Thank you.

I believe you wanted to see me?
I've come to arrest you, sir.

On what charge?
And where is your warrant?

Have you issued a warrant, Squire?
No, I most certainly have not.

Captain, unless you give me
the explanation you promised,

I shall have to report you
to the Lords of the Admiralty.

Dr. Blyss, I should like you
to answer a few questions.

Now, in front of the Squire.

Then you shall have your
explanation, and I, my warrant.

In view of your cloth
and surroundings,

I do not feel I need to ask you
to swear to tell the truth.

I am ready.

How long have you been
vicar of this village?

Ten years. What were you
before you came here?

A younger man.

[ ALL LAUGHING ]

I want a straight answer.
That is what I gave you.

Will you answer me or not?

I will. But I must warn you
I've lived a very full life

and the telling of it
may take some time.

However, there is nothing I like
better than talking about myself.

If you all have the time to spare...
I certainly haven't.

I'll see you in the morning.
This will not take long, Squire.

Dr. Blyss...

You knew Captain Clegg,
is this true?

It's hardly likely to be otherwise,
since it was I who told you.

But you knew him well?
As well as any man could.

There is a story that Clegg's
wife was attacked by a mulatto

and died in childbirth.

That is true.

And that Clegg left this mulatto
to starve on a coral reef.

We rescued him.
This same mulatto.

Do you think he would be likely
to recognize Clegg again?

More than likely.

You agree that it would be
natural for him to seek revenge.

Of course.

Do you remember
the first night you saw him?

Do you remember how he behaved
when he saw you?

He attacked you, didn't he? Why?

Because he recognized you,
Captain Clegg.

Clegg was hanged at Rye.
He's buried out there.

He was never buried,
because he's not dead.

Clegg's grave
in the churchyard is empty.

He was hanged, yes...

But look!

[ ALL EXCLAIMING ]

Lord save us!

Even your cloth can't sanctify
the mark of the hangman's rope.

Captain Clegg, I arrest you
in the name of the King.

Bosun. Aye, Captain.

Wait!

You're right, Captain Collier,
Clegg was hanged.

At least the rope was placed around
his neck and the trap was sprung.

But he had many friends.

The hangman was in the plot to
rescue him, and Clegg escaped.

But no man can stand upon the gallows
without coming face to face with his soul.

On that day,
truly the old Clegg died.

What the new Clegg has done,
you all know.

When I first came here, I found
you in wretchedness and poverty,

deprived by harsh laws
and heavy taxes

of the simple comforts all
men have a right to expect.

I took upon myself the task
of changing all that

at the expense of the Revenue.

What I did was
for the good of you all.

Take him.

[ ALL ] Let him go.

[ ALL SHOUTING ]

[ WOMAN SCREAMING ]

[ GUN FIRING ]

Come on, Captain, on your feet.

Come on.

This way, lads!

Come on, Captain.
You're doing well.

They'll never find us here.

That's right. Come along now.
You're doing fine.

We're not beaten yet, Captain.

Here. Just like old times.
Here, drink this.

Mr. Mipps!

[ GROANING ]

[ SCREAMING ]

Captain?