All language subtitles for Cutthroat Island 1995 Remastered 1080p BluRay HEVC x265 5.1 BONE_Track04._PGS-eng

[epic music]

You're leaving?

[man] But I thought you and ]
were forever, huh?

I want you so badly.

[man outside] Morgan!

But then,
so does the governor of Port Royal.

[man outside] Morgan!

And he will pay well for the capture

of Morgan Adams the pirate.

You knew who I was?

All along.

Morgan! Where are you?

You are heartless, lieutenant.

My apologies, sefiorita.

[monkey chitters]

But you are right.

I thought it was much more amusing
this way also...

since I knew that you knew.

By the way, that won't work.

[monkey chitters]

See? I took your balls.

[epic music continues]

[Morgan] What happened?

[man] Your father sent for you
two days ago.

I know. I was coming.

He did not know this.
He went looking for you.

[man #2] And that's when Dawg grabbed him.

[man #2] Lord knows what he does with him.

[epic music continues]

[horses neigh]

[grunts]

[groans]

I took this from our brother Richard
last week...

unwillingly.

That's his blood on the borders.

With your piece,
all I need is Mordachai's.

Well, you're out of luck. I don't...

...I don't have it.

Where is it? With Morgan?

I haven't seen her.

I think you lie, Harry.

I hid it.

Progress.

Where?

Up here.

[man] I always thought
there was nothing in your head, Harry.

[man] Come back onboard.

I'm gonna split you wide open.

[man] Mr. Snelgrave.

[Harry] I'll see you in hell.

[epic music]

[crewmen shout]

[Morgan] Father!

Father, I've got you.

- [Harry] Let go. Let go.
- [Morgan] Hold onto me.

[crewman] Bring them in.

Let go.

Never.

Morgan.

[crewman] I got one.

- No, no, Father!
- [grunts]

[Morgan screams]

[crewman] Someone get a grappling hook.

[crewmen shout, laugh]

[epic music continues]

Launch the cutter.

[heavy breathing]

[crewman] Heave.

[Morgan grunts]

[Morgan pants]

[groans]

[groans]

Oh, Lord, what did I do in my life...

- ... to get you?
- Dawg will pay for this, I swear.

You leave Dawg be.

I will fly his bloody head as my banner.

You'll leave Dawg well to leeward.

[Harry] There'll be time for him.

Find your uncle Mordachai.

Take my crew. Make them yours.

Father, don't talk now.
I'll get you back to the ship.

[Harry] I'll not see my ship again.

The Morning Star is yours.

No, don't say that.
I've patched you with worse.

Get your knife.

Shave my head.

What?

Shave my head.

[Harry] For once in your life, Morgan...

do as I tell you.

[groans]

[sad music]

[classical music]

[man] Lieutenant.

What is your name again?
Plopper? Squinter?

Trotter, Your Excellency.

Miss Mandy Rickets...

is standing alone.

Her father brings a fortune
in investments to the colony.

Dance with her.

[classical music continues]

She's rather homely, sir.

And you are not?

There you are. You see? Too late.
Some other fellow has taken the plunge.

There's every reason
why I should be alone tonight...

being a stranger here.

But a woman with grace such as yours...

should never be unattended.

[giggles]

Huh?

My name is Shaw.

William Shaw.

But my friends call me Willy.

Do we know him, sir?

We do not.

Are you at leisure, Mr. Shaw
or do you follow a profession?

A most serious one, ma'am.
I'm a medical man, a doctor.

Oh, my.

I studied at Leiden.

Then higher anatomy
with Dreyfuss at Leipzig.

With higher anatomy, you must know
a great deal about the human body.

Indeed, madame. Every bit of it.

All the ins and outs.

Oh.

In medicine, it's our obligation
to probe to the very bottom of things.

[giggles]

[whispers] We must, in fact,
explode ancient superstitions.

Shake truths violently from the body.

[in French] Au revoir, chérie.

[woman in French] Au revoir.

You, sir.

Forgive my rudeness. Trotter's the name.

I'm with the regiment.

William Shaw. Dr. Shaw, in fact.

Most happy.

What ship did you come in on, doctor?

Was it the Bristol Packet?

Bristol Packet, Bristol Packet.

Yes, I believe that was it,
although I can't be sure.

I'm all at sea
when it comes to things nautical.

Very good.

[Trotter] No, the reason I asked...

is the Bristol Packet
don't arrive until a week Wednesday.

[woman] That's him.

That man stole my diamond comb.

My pearls. My pearl dangle.

- My ruby. My ruby necklace.
- Sergeant of the guards!

Women.

[groans]

[Trotter] Sergeant of the guards.

[epic music]

[guard] Let pass!

[Trotter] Guard.

Good night, ladies.

[loud crash]

[Shaw] Excuse me. Pardon me.

His name's Shaw, sir.

I trust you'll enjoy life as a slave,
Mr. Shaw.

[man] Whoever you are.

[epic music]

[crewman] That's good. Tie it off.

[man stutters] Morgan,
think of the freedom.

[man] You can do anything you want now.

Come to London with me.

[man] Come to London with me.

There's dukes there.
There's earls and parties.

It'd be fun.
Think of how much fun it'd be.

Besides, these men
aren't gonna take orders from you.

They will. Watch.

You there.

Stand to.

Hoist my pennant.

- [man laughs]
- Bring it here.

Oh, mutiny, will you?

[man clearing throat]

Morgan.

[laughs]

I was hoping to find you sober.

I was hoping to be passed out by now,
Mr. Glasspoole.

Important things go on overhead.

Morgan, you should be there.

[monkey chitters]

Men,

Black Harry is gone
and I'm not one to speak ill of the dead.

But for months, he brought us nothing.

So now we can either
sell this rotten bark and divvy up

or you can choose me captain.

[men murmur]

I stand for captain.

[men continue murmuring]

My father wished it.

As he died,

he gave me this.

He left it for all of you.

That's his bloody scalp.

It's a map to Cutthroat Island.

The buried treasure
of a Spanish gold ship.

More gold, jewels and plunder
than you've ever dreamed of.

What does it say?

[crewman] Aye.

It says...

You read it.

[man] I can't.

Why not?

It's Latin.

Then I will have it translated at once.

There must be someone
who knows Latin at Port Royal.

My uncle Mordachai
holds a second piece at Spittlefield.

There's more than one piece?

Actually, there are three.

Where's the third?

Dawg Brown has it.

Oh, well, it's practically in our pocket.

We'll fight him for it.
We'll join with Mordachai.

Two ships against one.
You should like them odds.

[Morgan] Ask yourselves,
"What would Harry have done?"

This is our chance
to seek some real fortune...

and to pay back Dawg what we owe him.

What could be better than that?

[men murmur]

Mr. Blair...

you are quartermaster.

You... decide.

Two days is all I need.
One to Port Royal, one to Spittlefield.

If Harry picked you...

I'll give you a chance.

[scoffs]

[epic music]

Let any man who would challenge me
draw that.

I found him. I found him.

He's a prisoner inside. He speaks Latin.

Good, let's break him out.

Unfortunately, captain-- I mean, ma'am.

He's about to be sold as a slave.

A slave?

[stutters] They're hanging the pirates.
They're gonna find you out.

Oh, you worry too much.
Don't I look right?

You look beautiful.

[whispers] It's just I'm the only person
who has the slightest inkling

of how to act like a gentleperson.

So I have to go with you.

Excellent. Then you shall come.

But unfortunately I can't.

I have some pressing business
with my bookseller.

- Morgan, the fat man is right.
- I'll see you at Spittlefield.

You must be at your best behavior.

[Morgan] Then, gallant sir,
escort me thither.

[guard] Come on, will you?

[whip]

[suspenseful music]

[man] Turn around.

You, on your feet.

[Shaw] Ask me politely.

You anticipate too much.
It's more like a fencing move.

Any fool can do it.

I hope you enjoy pain, slave.

Because I intend to buy you.

Good morning, madame.

[Shaw] As you can see,
I'm young, in fine health.

[Shaw] I know horsemanship.

I write a fine hand.

I have it on authority
that you are fluent in Latin.

Oh, Latin. The romance language.

I can speak Latin
like I was born in the ancient senate.

A regular Cicero. Why, do you
have children who wish to learn?

I'd make a first-class teacher
in a tasteful house.

I can do most arithmetic, though I do
confess a weakness in long division.

Stop your chatter
and say something Latinish.

[speaks Latin]

[speaks Latin]

[sighs]

What did you say?

You're a very beautiful woman.

I'd like to wash your feet.

You like to wash things, do you?

Start with your mouth.

[joyful music]

[auctioneer] Ten pounds?

[auctioneer] Five pounds?

[auctioneer] What, no offers at all?

Take him away and hang him.

No! No! Please, don't hang me!

Next.

Lot 22.

A colonist, a doctor.

Being of value,
I start the bidding at five pounds.

I bid...

five pounds.

[auctioneer] Five pounds, sir.
Come on, any advance on 5 pounds?

[auctioneer] As you can see,
he's of good physique.

Ten pounds.

[auctioneer] Ten pounds. Ten pounds?
Any advance on ten pounds?

Fifteen.

Fifteen pounds, sir.

Twenty pounds.

[auctioneer] Twenty pounds.

- [auctioneer] Twenty pounds is the bid.
- Sir, a word to the wise.

- Let the young lady win.
- [auctioneer] You won't get one like this.

- [auctioneer] Being a doctor, he's...
- Go away.

That one is mine.

Twenty-five pounds.

[auctioneer] Twenty-five pounds, sir.

Good teeth.

- Thirty pounds.
- Thirty pounds.

Madame.

I will have this man at any price.

If you are buying him
purely for pleasure...

I will offer to do the same for you

at no cost.

Thirty-five pounds.

Thirty-five pounds, sir.

[auctioneer] A sensible choice indeed.
Come on.

[man] Captain, no.

[auctioneer]
Where's your sense of competition?

[epic music]

Come on,
someone will give me more than 35.

[auctioneer] You, sir. You haven't bid.

[auctioneer]
Look at him. Look at the quality.

[auctioneer] And you, madam, at the side
here. Another bid in the advance of 35?

I hope the lady is prepared
to be a good loser.

What gave you the idea I was a lady?

[in French] Merde!

Another bid, sir?

[murmurs]

I see your lips moving. Yes?

[groans] Are you trying to kill me, Madam?

Yes. That's why I'm aiming
where your brains are.

[groans]

Now, leave this place and go far away.

[groans]

[auctioneer] Don't retreat now, sir.
Where are you going?

[auctioneer]
Don't surrender this opportunity.

Forty pounds to end the bidding.

[gasps]

- Sold to the lady with the monkey.
- [knock]

[auctioneer] Take him away.

Come on. Move.

Of course, I'm grateful, madame,
but I must admit you picked a bargain.

I'm connected
to all the great families of Europe.

I have a natural pitch for music

- and a perfect taste in wine.
- Quiet.

Enemy to leeward, captain.

- Starboard as well, captain.
- [guard] Keep moving.

Time to leave. You draw them away.
We'll meet at Dingley crossroads.

- Take King Charles.
- Aye.

[Morgan] Come on.

[grunts]

[horses neigh]

[epic music]

[guard] It's Morgan Adams.
She's at the auction.

[guard] Shoot to Kill.

[epic music continues]

If I am in some way the cause
of all this, I apologize at once.

Here, come here.

Hold on there. Hold on tight.

And try to keep up with me.

I am not fond of heights.

[Morgan] Then let go.

[men shout]

Lieutenant Trotter.

[man] What's going on?

Something with Mr. Shaw, I believe.

I'm in favor of exercise,
but you owe me an explanation.

[Shaw] Oh oh!

Come here. Come on.
We have to climb down here.

Fast.

[gunshot]

[men shouting]

- Where'd they go?
- Hurry up there.

Was that fast enough?

Come on.

[screams]

Get the reins. Grab them.

Come on. Go!

[hyah!]

[Morgan] Hyah!

[Morgan] Hyah!

Mr. Trotter.

That's my bloody carriage.

I'll have it back, if you please.
You, off.

Yes, sir.
Don't worry, sir. It won't get far.

[gunshots]

[screams]

Reload.

It's hard to imagine
what part of your life

- would require me to speak Latin.
- Reload.

Ah!

[Morgan] Hyah!

[screams]

- We've taken a passenger.
- Here.

[screams]

[Shaw] Hyah! Hyah!

You're hitting a woman!

[epic music continues]

[sailor] Captain Perkins, sir.
Captain Perkins, sir.

- Yes?
- [sailor] It's her. Morgan Adams.

You're more active
than other women I've known.

Hyah!

[Shaw] Hyah!

Hyah!

[chanting in Latin]

[gasps]

[Shaw] Morgan! Watch your head!

[Shaw] Hyah!

Morgan!

Charge!

[Shaw] Hyah!

[grunts]

[Shaw] Hyah!

[soldier screams]

Excuse me.

[women scream]

Excuse me.

[gasps]

[soldier] Stop them!

I must visit that shop again
when I have more time.

Master gunner, fire at will.

[master gunner] Run them up.

Fire!

[Morgan gasps]

A ship. I find myself
being fired upon by an entire ship.

[epic music continues]

[grunts]

Oh, my God.

You certainly left your mark on this town.

[laughs]

[man] Hold on.

[man] Trotter, do you want to spend
the rest of your days on this poxy island?

Who was that woman?

Morgan Adams, sir.
You've a hundred pounds on her head.

[man] Black Harry's girl.

Well, well.

Well, she's made a proper fool of me,
hasn't she?

Two hundred pounds and a captaincy
for you if you find her for me.

Sir.

Whoa!

- Any difficulties?
- Nothing unusual.

Here, step down into the carriage.

- Will you take the reins, Mr. Glasspoole?
- [Glasspoole] Aye.

We should make Spittlefield by dark.

What is your name anyway, slave?

Shaw. William Shaw. Dr. Shaw, actually.

Slave, I'm about to show you something.

[Morgan] Reveal it to any other man and
you will wish you were back at Port Royal...

with your head on the block
and the ax in the air.

Thank you, but I've seen one before.

[monkey chitters]

What is this, a pigskin?

Translate what is written there.

Let's discuss terms first.
I do so and you set me free.

[Shaw groans]

Ouch.

That's tender.

It's about to become more tender.

They're backwards.

I assure you,
they're normal in every respect.

No, the words. They're written backwards.

[Morgan] Look. Can you see?

[Shaw] "Cliffs of blood."

Bless me. You're right.

[man] No, no.

You tell Mr. Squeakums that I will
send him a new chapter every month.

Now, what's this all about?

He's a great admirer of your books.

That makes me happy.
Which books has he read?

Did he mention, or...?

His Excellency Governor Ainslee,
John Reed, the author.

Currently the chronicler of piracy.

Step up, sir.

Always a pleasure to meet a literary man.

- Oh, I'd just as soon walk.
- [Ainslee] Oh, I insist.

I can do that, you know.

[Reed gasps, giggles]

[Shaw] "When the earth
and all its people quake,

psalm number 75,

my bones suffer mortal agony,

- number 42."
- And?

That's all.

No. No position? No parallel?

I swear it, ma'am. That's all that's here.

[Ainslee] Piracy, Mr. Reed,
is the scourge of these plantations.

I therefore give rather large rewards
for the capture of pirates...

including Morgan Adams.

I don't know who she is.

Trotter tells me that you move...

throughout the pirate world...

collecting your little tales.

Dangerous.

If by some chance you come across her,

you might tell her on my behalf
that I offer her two alternatives.

One, an ignominious death
on the gallows...

like these poor fellows here.

[Ainslee] Please bear in mind
that I could decide

that you're a pirate as well.

And the alternative?

She might cut me in for a share

of her grandfather's treasure.

Or she ends up as dinner for crows.

[Ainslee] Pull up.

Good day, Mr. Reed.
Do you understand me, sir?

[epic music]

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Yeah. There's a good one.

You vagabond.

Could you spare a little, lady?

[eerie music]

[indistinct chatter]

Mordachai's up there, scared as a goose.

He's surrounded by guards,
back to the wall, pistols out.

He's expecting Dawg.

If there are any of Dawg's men around,
they will see you.

Mordachai's guards
won't let you get close.

Wait a minute.

[Morgan] Excuse me. Excuse me.

How much?

What?

Come with me.

[Morgan] You stay put.

[henchman #1]
Where do you think you're going?

Tapster sent me.

Said the old turtle has his needs.

[henchman #2] Shake her down.

Oh. Hey, sweetheart. All that costs money.

I have money.

Well, I promise.

I will take care of you later.

Follow me.

You too.

Captain, you in the mood for a whore?

Show her in.

Wait a minute.

I recognize you.

You're not a whore.

Call your men
and it's the last sound you make.

[Mordachai] You're Harry's girl.

Yeah.

You always was trouble, blast you.

What do you want here, eh?

I've brought my father's map.

[whispers] You have the map?

What about the Morning Star, the ship?

She's mine.

[Morgan] Here.

[Morgan] Look what I'm doing.

[Mordachai] Holy virgin.

Harry's blessed head.

[Morgan] See?

[Morgan] Is that not fine?

That's handsome of you, mighty handsome.

But with you here,

you bet your life Dawg's around somewhere.

I'm not afraid of Dawg, and I'm half
your age and nowhere near the sailor.

You shame me, lass.

- I don't like that.
- Then get up and fight.

- Prove me wrong.
- I've heard of Cutthroat Island.

I always thought it was a sailor's yarn.

Piles of skulls,

reefs of sailors' drowned bones.

This treasure is ours.

Or would be...

if you were an Adams.

There's no water in Adams' blood.

I'll do it. I'll join with you.

Just like Harry, mine's well hid.

[groans]

[shouts]

[crowd screams]

[screaming]

Unfinished business
from the other night, Morgan.

[dramatic music]

Let her stand, Mr. Snelgrave.

[pants]

[pants]

Morgan.

What a woman you've become.

I knew you'd bring him here, Morgan.
Blast you.

Hello, brother Mordachai.

[Dawg] Morgan...

in sweet memory of bouncing you
on my knee as a little girl...

I'm gonna ask you just once
for your daddy's piece of the map.

Would you settle
for the point of my cutlass?

Somehow I knew
you would say something like that.

[Dawg] And then we'd fall
to oaths and threats.

Well, let's cut through the talk,
shall we?

[Dawg] I have just the thing for you,
little niece.

[hissing]

This says it all, Morgan.

[Dawg] Pain,

viciousness,

mutilation.

All the good things in life.
My coat of arms.

[Dawg laughs]

[Morgan] Ugly, slippery and foul-smelling.

It does say it all.

- Yes.
- [Morgan] And it looks like you.

Thank you.

[music build up]

[crowd screams]

We stay close together.

We're family.

[Bowen] Captain.

Bowen, get back to the ship.
Bring the men.

Morgan.

[epic music]

Do you think you might unlock
these now? Given the circumstances.

Huh, I don't have the key here.

Where is it?

- They never gave me one.
- What?

[grunts]

The map. Tell me where it is
or I'll run you through.

[grunts]

[woman screams]

Hey.

You killed my brother.

I saw that, little niece.

I remember when you were a little girl.

Always flinched when you saw
your uncle Douglas, didn't you?

[Dawg] Give me the map. Give me the map.

Where's the map? Give me the map!

[epic music continues]

Sweetheart,
I promised I'd take care of you.

[groans and screams]

- Very pretty, Mr. Shaw.
- Thank you, ma'am.

I had the good fortune to study
with a grand master in Vienna.

Glasspoole.

Aye.

[screams]

Now stop diddling and kill the man.

Kill him? Bless me. We never got to that.

[crewman screams]

I see.

[crewman] Let go!

[Morgan] Come on.

I believe you have something of mine.

Ma'am, I don't know
what you're talking about.

[man] There she is.

[epic music]

Blair.

[Blair] This way, Morgan.

[screams]

[screams]

This does you no good
on the ground, Mr. Bowen.

The numbers.

What were the numbers?

- [explosion]
- What numbers?

The psalms.

Eleven, 75 and 42.

I figured it out.

It's the longitude.

[tense music]

- We must leave now.
- It's the longitude.

- [Morgan] Back to the ship.
- Move.

[Morgan] Hurry.

[dramatic music]

- [Morgan] Come along, men.
- [Shaw] Congratulations, madam.

[Shaw]
There's another town you've destroyed.

[epic music]

Get along lively.

[crew] Heave.

[crew] Heave!

You've been in a fight. Are you all right?

It's just a scratch.

[Morgan] Somebody cut off his chains.

Nice ship.

[epic music continues]

[seagull screaming]

Why aren't I moving?

Did you hear me, Mr. Bishop?
I said why aren't I moving?

- The anchor's fouled.
- Cut it loose.

Aye, aye, sir. Quickly.

We can't leave yet, captain.
We haven't put enough food onboard.

We need less mouths.

Does no one hear me on this ship?

I distinctly said...

[shouts] ...cut it loose!

[moans and screams]

[whispers] Seventy-five.

[whispers] Forty-two. Eleven.

[shouts] Keep her full.

[epic music]

Let me show you the chart.

The line I plotted...

runs here...

through Crooked Man Keys.

[Morgan] Cutthroat can't be far off.

[Morgan] Look at the chart.

[Morgan] "Reef and coral heads."

Dawg outguns us, yes.

He's bigger.

[Morgan] But that means he's heavier,
don't it? He draws more water.

[Morgan] We lure him into the keys
and run him aground on the coral heads.

- We'll kill him there and take his map.
- [crewman] Aye.

[Glasspoole] She has a wound.

[Glasspoole] We must get her below
to the cabin.

- It's festering, that's why.
- Can you take the ball out?

Hard to say.
Best I seal her side with this hot poker.

[man] That's what we always do
in such cases.

No offense, gentlemen,
but given the circumstances

don't you think this calls
for a professional?

It's all right.

Let him go. He is a doctor.

[sighs]

I'll need surgeon's tools.
Hot water, sulfur and clean packing.

- [Shaw] Some rum might help her pain.
- [Glasspoole] Aye.

You as well, John.

[monkey chitters]

[Morgan moans]

[Morgan screams]

Clumsy swab.

Sorry.

I was supposed to torture you.

[Morgan screams]

- Sorry.
- Do you see it yet?

Close.

[Shaw] Another minute.

Your father and two uncles.
Each had pieces of the map.

The treasure, it's large, I take it.

Largest ever taken. Spanish gold ship.
[Morgan screams]

Sorry.

And a third uncle, he chases you.

An unusual family.

[Morgan moans]

Success.

[sighs and moans]

I've treated you cruel, haven't 1?

You've had a lot on your mind.

And you did help me at the prison.

The tavern.

Let's say, between us,
just for argument's sake that...

you have Mordachai's map.

But I don't.

No, I know that. But pretend that you do.

I was willing to go halves
with him and his.

I will do the same with you and yours.

You're saying...

that if I show you mine...

you'll share yours with me?

[chuckles]

Give me the map.

Give me... a kiss first.

[romantic music]

[Morgan moans, sighs]

[Shaw] Sorry.

Map now.

You see...

the thing is...

I don't have it.

[gasps]

But that doesn't mean
we can't keep talking about it.

Mr. Blair's respects, captain.

Talk to yourself.

- Yes, Mr. Bowen?
- The...

Reaper's five miles off and closing.

You should stay down.

[sighs]

Mr. Bowen, see that Mr. Shaw
gets a change of clothes.

- He's beginning to stink.
- [Bowen] Aye, captain.

[monkey chitters]

He has it.

[monkey chitters]

[suspenseful music]

She makes for Crooked Man's Passage.

Yes. She hopes
to tear up our bottom on the coral.

Looks like we're in for a blow.

- Shall we attack her now?
- No.

We'll go around the islands in the dark.

[Dawg] We'll ambush her on the other side
at daybreak.

[Dawg] You are clever, Morgan,
but I will catch you.

Uncle Dawg will have his day.

[ominous music]

First Ainslee's chasing us,
now your uncle is chasing us.

Now, everybody's chasing us.
I'm not so happy about this.

I mean, I'm using this piratical stuff
to write a bestselling book.

I didn't wanna put myself
in any physical danger.

Put a stow on that sail, Mr. Blair.
We don't wanna lose her.

- [Blair] Break fast the foresail.
- [crewman] Aye, sir.

[Glasspoole]
Morgan, I cannot see the horizon.

There is a storm headed our way
from the island.

- We'll hold this course.
- Aye.

Mr. Blair, put an extra man on the helm.

[Blair] Coxswain, up helm.

[suspenseful music]

[crewman] Clear the scuppers.

[Shaw whispers]
"May cruel death leave victims immortal."

[crewmen shout]

"M-C-D-L-V-I."

1456.

One, four, five, six.

Fourteen degrees latitude,
five minutes, six seconds north.

There's nothing there.

No, you were right.

[Morgan] It's not on any chart.

Where did you have it hidden?

In the boat. Under the seaty thing.

I knew you'd wind up here at some point.

That being the cheese
and you being the rat.

Thing is, ma'am,
I'm basically a shallow man.

And no doctor.

- Am I wrong?
- No, not really.

I'm surprised you let me fiddle
with your hip.

And no gentleman either.

I wanted to be.

[Shaw] The thing is, I was born poor.

[Shaw] My only choice was to become
a thief and a liar.

Then since you lie so easily,
and since you are so shallow...

I shall lie you in a shallow grave.

Mr. Blair.

Have you no charity, ma'am?

I brim with charity, Mr. Shaw.

I am charity's very soul.

[Morgan] Success, Mr. Blair.

My slave has found Cutthroat Island.

[Morgan] Mark it on the chart.

And since I am so charitable...

I will maroon you on a rock
the size of this table

instead of splattering your brains
across my bulkhead, as you deserve.

Let's take him below.

[crewmen shout]

[crewman] Going up.

[crewman #1] Pull the front line, mate.
Tie it down.

[crewman #2] Aye, aye, Sir.

[monkey chitters]

[grunts]

I found it, Mr. Glasspoole.
I've fixed the island.

I know where it is.

It lies through the storm.

[Glasspoole] You risk the ship
if you head for it.

[Morgan] I risk Dawg if I turn back.

Shorten sail all you want, Mr. Blair.

We head straight through it.

[epic music]

[Morgan] Hold your course, men.

[grunts]

Have you ever seen anything like this?

Not so I'd remember.

[grunts]

I won't run. Look how close we are.

[Morgan gasps and sighs]

The rig, Morgan.

It can't take it.

It can.

We've been through worse with Harry.

Have faith, Mr. Blair, and trust the ship.

We'll try it.

What is this?

I'll not die in this storm
for your pleasure, Morgan.

Morgan. There are too many of them.

Tom Scully...

there's no great love
between us, but don't do this.

Not this close. Look. There's the island.

[Morgan] It can't be more
than two or three leagues off.

[monkey chitters]

Away the longboat.

[crewman shouts] Clear the sweep!

At least give us a compass, Scully!

You'll have no need of a compass
where you're going!

[Scully] You're going nowhere but down!

[ominous music]

[crewman shouts] Put your backs into it!

[shouts] Morgan!

[shouts] Take up the stroke.

[Scully shouts]
Somebody grab that bastard!

[Scully shouts] No! Get him! Stop him!

[shouts] Row hard, men, it's our one hope.

[Blair shouts]
Put your backs into it, men!

[shouts] Morgan!

[Blair shouts] Row!

[Morgan shouts] Row hard, men!

[ominous music continues]

- [shouts] Reef, men, reef.
- [shouts] White water ahead.

[shouts] Row, men, row.

[shouts] Bowen. Bowen.

[ominous music fades out]

- Glasspoole, are you all right?
- Aye, Morgan.

- Bowen?
- Yes.

- Blair?
- Aye.

[Blair] We've lost Hewitt and Ames.

Morgan.

[Glasspoole] Look! Look!

[epic music]

The cliffs of blood.

[Morgan] It's Cutthroat. It must be.

[Glasspoole cheers]

[Morgan gasps]

[Glasspoole] We are truly blessed.

[shouts] We made it, Scully!

We found it.

- [shouts] We made it!
- We found it.

We found Cutthroat Island.

We need to find this trail.

Can you tell where it begins?

Not without the third piece.

We'll make for the high ground.

Get our bearings.

[seagulls cry]

[shake hisses]

[jungle noises]

[suspenseful music]

Mr. Bowen...

bring that lizard.
We'll have it for dinner.

[Dawg]
Gentlemen, we must thank Mr. Scully...

for bringing us the charts.

[Dawg] But this piece
is the only piece of the map

that shows the treasure site.

My piece.

[crewmen laugh]

The Reaper.

And the Morning Star. She still swims.

[Blair] Dawg must have caught Scully
when he bore up in the storm.

[Morgan] That scoundrel
must have made a deal with Dawg.

[Morgan] He betrayed my crew.

[Morgan] No sign of Shaw.

Spread out. Search the whole island.

[Dawg] Find me this cove, these cliffs.

I'll wait ashore.

[shouts] Go!

[Morgan] He makes to go ashore.

We'll follow him...

get the map...

and find the treasure.

Find me a suitable campsite.

I'm grateful to you, Mr. Scully.

My pleasure.

But if you ever are disloyal to me
the way you were to Morgan

it'll be my pleasure
to cook you alive and eat you.

Now, get out of my eyes.

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps]

[suspenseful music continues]

[shouts] Morgan!

[Dawg] Morgan's here!

The bitch stole my map!

Find her, or you're all dead!

Shaw.

[gunshots]

Spread out.
If he makes it out, we'll grab him.

[epic music]

Shaw.

I know you're out there, Morgan.

I can smell you.

[Dawg shouts] Morgan!

Shaw, where are you? Damn you.

[Shaw whispers] Morgan. Morgan.

- Where?
- [Shaw whispers] Help.

There he is.

[whispers] Wait. You wanna be careful.
It's quicksand.

[whispers]
Did you get Dawg's map, you bastard?

[whispers] Yes.

[whispers]
Hand it over or you're a dead man.

[whispers] Did you think
I might have taken it to give to you?

[whispers] Not for a second.

[whispers] Sinking up to your waist,
and all you can do is lie.

[whispers] Well, it's completely true.

[whispers] I could no longer stand
your opinion of me.

[whispers] Then give it over.

[whispers]
I will, at once, with all my heart...

if you'd be so kind
as to get me out first.

[whispers]
Do you think I was born last Wednesday?

[whispers] Give it here,
and then we will talk about rescue.

[whispers]
I of course see your point of view...

but it works better for me
if I'm on the hard part of the land first.

[gasps]

[whispers] You're up to your chest.

[whispers] What if I give it to you
and you leave me here?

[whispers] It wasn't long ago
you spoke of marooning me.

[whispers]
What if you swallow it or run away?

[whispers] You're beyond trusting.

[whispers]
That's the problem with being a thief.

[whispers] Nobody knows
when you're telling the truth.

[whispers] Give me the tip of your dagger.

[whispers] What for?

[whispers] Give it to me.

[Shaw whispers] Don't argue.

[whispers] There.

[Shaw whispers]
It's no valentine, but it will have to do.

[whispers]
Now you have it all and I have nothing.

[whispers] I'm in your command, Morgan.

[Shaw whispers] Do with me what you will.

[whispers] Quickly.

[Shaw sighs]

[whispers] Well...

[Morgan whispers] Good luck.

[whispers] Morgan?

Oh, fish him out.

[dramatic music]

[Glasspoole] Hold tight.

[Shaw screams]

[Shaw]
That was quite a storm, wasn't it, boys?

[Shaw] Dawg--

Yes.

We need to get...

around these hills...

through this forest near the coast.

[Morgan] There...

is our treasure.

Well, shall we?

[suspenseful music]

[seagulls cry]

[Morgan]
What are the instructions from here?

[Shaw]
Seventy-five paces from this pillar.

- [Shaw] Twelve.
- [Morgan] Twelve.

- [Shaw] Thirteen.
- [Morgan] Thirteen.

- [Shaw] Fourteen.
- [Morgan] Fourteen.

[Morgan] Fifteen.

[Shaw, Morgan] Sixteen.

[Shaw, Morgan] Seventeen.

[Shaw, Morgan] Eighteen.

- [Shaw] Nineteen.
- [Morgan] Nineteen.

[Shaw] Twenty.

[Blair] Look.

[Morgan] Seventy-five?

[Shaw groans]
That's what the map says.

[Morgan] Well, you misread it.

[Shaw] No. It's very clear.

"Seventy-five paces from the rock pillar."

Well, then the other 55 are out there.

[Shaw] Or...

Look.

[Shaw with echo]
That could be the other 55 paces.

[Morgan with echo]
We found a cave in the cliff.

Aye!

[Shaw, Morgan sigh]

[wood cracks]

[shushes]

[whispers] If they catch us here...

they'll find Morgan.

[whispers] We must leave.

[metallic noise]

Dead men tell no tales.

[Morgan] What does it say?

[Shaw] "Mouth of darkness,
teeth of stone...

down the throat to the belly of gold...

guarded by those who never grew old."

[Morgan] Well....

Watch your head here.

Here.

Don't do that.

[jungle noises]

Let's try this way.

But--

[orchestral music]

[Morgan laughs]

[Shaw]
"Down the throat to the belly of gold."

[Shaw] Hey.

[Shaw]
"Down the throat to the belly of gold."

[Shaw laughs]

[Shaw whoops]

[whispers] Harry, I found it.

Guarded by those who never grew old.

And your grandfather
was the only one that came back.

[Shaw] We're rich!

We'd best get these out.
Dawg can't be far behind.

Right. Fetch the others.

- I'll start hauling this to the entrance.
- Right.

Wait.

All right, I'm going. But no tricks.
And hurry.

Blair?

Glasspoole?

Blair?

Morgan?

[Shaw] Anybody up there?

[bird cries]

[Snelgrave chuckles]

Morgan. Lucky me.

We was looking all over for you.

[epic music]

[Dawg] That's your young friend
from Spittlefield.

[shouts] What have you got there?

Treasure. Bags of it.

Be careful what you do.
You could lose a lot.

- Put a ball between his eyes.
- No. No.

Go ahead. It's about four million pounds.

No, wait.

That's a guess, but I can't be off
by more than a million pounds or so.

Cut the rope, William. Get away.

William.

Let's make a deal. I can be reasonable.

Send Morgan down.

I'll send the treasure up
and we'll both have what we want.

All right, William.

We have a deal.

[Dawg] Here she comes.

No!

I wish I'd never learned Latin.

Now we have both. Haul them in.

Don't watch me fall.

I'm coming with you.

- Don't be mad. Why?
- Don't argue.

- Let's agree upon something for once.
- [Morgan] All right, ready.

On the count of three then?

Come to me, Morgan.

- One--
- Hey, one more thing.

- What?
- Considering everything...

I really think that from now on,
we should be partners.

Full partners. What do you say?

Sixty-forty.

Fifty-fifty.

Full partners.

Very well.

They have a lot to say to each other,
don't they?

- Are you ready now?
- Ready.

[Morgan] One.

Two.

Now!

[scream]

[dramatic music]

Love.

Who can explain it?

Come on, heave.

This is your future, men. Heave.

[Reed] Shaw.

Shaw.

[groans] Morgan.

[Shaw groans] Morgan.

[grunts]

[Shaw] Morgan.

[Shaw coughs]

[Shaw] Have you seen Morgan?

Yes, I did. She helped me ashore.

Then she sent me to find you.

- Thank God she's alive.
- Yes.

Where is she?

[laughing] Where Dawg can't find her.
It's this way. Follow me.

[Shaw] How'd you get off Morgan's ship?

Same as you, I jumped.

Fortunately, I'm an excellent swimmer.

This seems rather far.

It's just a few more feet.

[sergeant] Raise muskets. Aim.

[Ainslee] Mr. Shaw.

Splendid.

Before we hang you in Port Royal

you've time to witness
an historic alliance.

Where's Morgan?

I don't think she made it.

Perhaps you were wondering
how I come to be here.

[Ainslee] A little bird told me.

Plump pigeon.

Courtesy of Mr. Reed.

[soldier] All right, get him up.

[soldier] Come on, you. Come on.

[soldier] There, sir.

[dramatic music]

[exhales] Shaw.

[epic music]

[Ainslee shouts] Trotter.

Discretion dictates

I should not load the treasure
onto the British man-of-war.

I shall go back to Port Royal
with Captain Dawg.

- But, sir--
- Trotter...

You don't have much feel for these things.

- [Ainslee] One day, perhaps.
- l hope so, sir.

[epic music continues]

- [crewman] That's it.
- [Ainslee] Trotter.

[crewman] Got it.

Take a few of the men
and follow in the other pirate ship.

I'll see you get a share
of the prize money.

Little here, a little there.
It all adds up.

Yes, sir.

Now, sir, I shall go presently
and write for your royal pardon.

Privateer for the Crown.

Sounds so much better than "pirate,"
don't you think?

[Snelgrave] Why do you let
that preening swab live?

I study him.

When I become governor of Jamaica,
I will need a certain... style.

"Trotter."

"Trotter."

"Trotter."

Lock them below with the others.

They hang at Port Royal.

With pleasure, Your Honor.

Welcome aboard my ship, gentlemen.

I trust you'll find your quarters

- to my liking.
- [crewman] Come along now.

[crewmen shout]

[crewman]
Come on. Below with you. Get down there.

We'll weigh anchor.
Rouse the watch forward.

[epic music]

There we go.

[crewman]
Square away the breakers. Stand by.

[crewman] Push.

Morgan.

I thought I to never see you again.

Yes, Mr. Glasspoole, it's me.

What do you say, men?
Shall we take back our ship?

On your word, captain.

[crewman, Crewman] Tackle's all right.

[crewman, Crewman] Cover it up.

Mr. Coller.

[Coller] Sir?

I believe we can ease the main sheet
a foot or two.

Aye, captain.

It'll draw better for it.

[Morgan]
Are you a good swimmer, Mr. Scully?

[crewmen shout]

Let's find out, shall we?

[crewmen scream]

Do you wish a compass, Scully?

[Morgan]
Take your closest friends with you.

There are islands close by.

I believe you can make it
if you swim slowly.

[shouts] I'll get you!

[Scully shouts] I'll be back, Morgan,
if it's the last thing I do!

King Charles?

[crewman] Ease your topsail.

King Charles?

[monkey chitters]

Are you in there?

Well, you've seen
what another captain's like.

Will you take my orders now?

[epic music continues]

[Morgan] Here you go.

Smile... Mr. Trotter.

Good, Trotter.

[Glasspoole] Good.

[Blair] Give me some more shot here.

We'll edge towards them, Mr. Blair.

Not so fast to alarm him.

[Blair whispers] Two points to starboard,
and keep her steady.

[whispers]
Two points starboard. Keep her steady.

[indistinct chatter]

Trotter's closing on us.

Is that so?

Doubtless wants advice.

Poor fool can't tie his shoelaces
without instruction.

[Ainslee] Let's let him catch us.

I hope Mr. Shaw's still alive.

General quarters, Mr. Snelgrave.

[Dawg] Powder to the guns, but softly.

- What's going on?
- Do what I tell you.

Governor?

Oblige me.

Let me hang Mr. Shaw now from my yardarm.

- This minute?
- Yes.

Might be rather amusing.

One doesn't often get the chance
to see a hanging at sea.

Come on, you. Come on.

[Ainslee] Present... arms.

It's a long drop.

What is it?

It's not good.

You best take a look.

William Shaw,
you've been found guilty of piracy

in the province of Jamaica.

[Ainslee] By the authority of His Majesty
the King, the penalty is death.

Pray, hangman, carry out the sentence.

He's testing us.

Prime your guns, men.

Are we prepared to fire, Mr. Snelgrave?

- Bloody hell.
- I knew it.

[Bishop] On command!

Up ports.

[Bishop] Cannons forward!

Cannons ready.

[crewman] Cannons ready.

Guns forward.

Guns forward.

- Open fire.
- [Bishop] Fire!

- Fire!
- [Snelgrave] Fire!

[epic music]

Hoist our colors.

Mr. Blair, close in quickly now.

Fire!

[epic music continues]

- [crewman #1] Fire!
- [crewman #2] Fire!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Fire!

[shouts] Blast them from the sea!

[Dawg shouts] They want your treasure!
Will you let them take it?

[crew] Fire!

[epic music continues]

- On your way.
- Aye.

Knock them down!

Riflemen, prepare.

She means to board me.

Point her up.

Fire!

Fire!

Sling your hooks!

[crewman screams]

[shouts] Boarders aboard!

I love this.

[shouts] I love it!

[celtic music]

Who wants to die first?

[Dawg] Come on.

Kill them! Kill them all!

[crewman] Damn you.

[screams]

They are so many, we are so few.

Keep fighting.
Hold them back as long as you can.

Aye. Where you go?

To blow out his bottom
and get what we came for.

Separate the ships when I do.

Aye.

[crewman] Die, Morgan, you sea witch!

[music build up]

Morgan has done it!

[screams]

You, cut us loose!

I have no future in the army, sir.

William?

- What are you doing here?
- Not what you think.

[epic music continues]

There you are, Morgan.

Come to seek my treasure, have you?

Don't move.
I'll be right down to help you count it.

Let's finish this.

Come up! Come up to uncle!

Forgive me. I will come back.

- I promise.
- [Shaw] Morgan!

The whole ship's going to blow.

[Shaw] Morgan!

That boy doesn't understand us, Morgan.

But then, he's not family.

[epic music]

Come on.

You cut me, niece.

That was for Mordachai.

The next one is for Harry.

[Snelgrave screams]

Be quick.

[crewman] Undo my bonds.

[epic music continues]

Your father was nothing.

[Dawg] All my brothers were nothing.

[Dawg] You exceed them.

[Dawg] Think how far
we could go together, Morgan.

You and me against the world. Join me.

You don't have to die.

You do.

You've run out of world, Morgan.

[screams]

[screams]

[epic music continues]

William.

[coughs]

William?

Can you hear me?

[shouts] Yes!

I'm coming for you, William.

[shouts] Can you please hurry?

[ominous music]

[Dawg] I'll give you this much, Morgan.

You're harder to kill than your father.

[pants]

The odd thing is, I enjoyed it.

[Dawg] I never gave up.

[Dawg] Never gave in.

I regret it's finished.

Give my love to Harry when you see him.

It's over, Morgan.

[Morgan pants]

You planning to fight me
with that little stick?

No, uncle. With this.

Bad Dawg.

[Morgan] William.

[Morgan] William.

[epic music continues]

Quick, there's no time.
The ship's going to blow up.

Yes. Go ahead.

Hurry.

It's too bad
we'll have to leave all this behind.

[shouts] Morgan!

[Shaw shouts] Morgan!

[shouts] Morgan!

- Yes.
- [Shaw] Hurry.

- There's no time for the treasure.
- Yes, let's hurry.

Hurry. Quickly.

Here. Up here.

Quickly, give me your hand.

Jump.

[pants]

[pants]

Look.

[Bowen] They're alive.

[Glasspoole] Morgan!

Are you all right?

Yes.

You?

Fine.

Just... a little poorer.

[crew shouts] Yeah, Morgan!

[Morgan] Blair.

- [Morgan] Glasspoole!
- Well...

it doesn't matter.

I'm alive and you're alive and...

And we're alive together.

[laughs]

There'll be other treasures.

Do you really feel that way?

Absolutely.

Then I guess you don't want your share.

That's a barrel.

[laughs] On this end.

"On this end"?

[Morgan] Yes. A marker barrel.

But on the other....

[laughs]

This is yours, men.

Every last doubloon.

No one ever fought harder for anything.

Mr. Glasspoole will divide it
into equal shares for us.

You're all rich men now.

And you're free to go your separate ways.

You could buy
a little cottage in Bermuda...

and drink chamomile tea on the porch.

On the other hand,
we could do what we were born to do:

Stay together and ride the early trades
all the way to Madagascar...

the best pirating waters in the world.

Well?

What do you say? Shall we add to this pile
here on the deck?

Mr. Glasspoole? What say you?

It's just that...

it is such a large decision to make...

in such a... small amount of time.

[crewmen] Aye.

Mr. Blair?

Well, I'd like to, Morgan, but...

It's just....

I've always wanted to do a bit of farming.

Farming?

[crew laughs]

- To the captain!
- [crew] The captain!

[Shaw] To the captain!

[crew] To the captain!

[crew cheer]

Where to, Morgan?

I told you, Madagascar.

But that's in Africa.

Then we'd best get busy.

Mr. Trotter, take the crow's nest
watch for the next 12 hours.

[crew laugh]

Good as done, ma'am.

Mr. Blair, prepare to come about.

Steer south-southeast.

Onto your stations, men.

Prepare to come about south-southeast.

Rewire ship.

And Mr. Shaw,
I'd like to see you in my cabin.

Immediately.

[epic music]