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We see fit to offer you a commission.

One that would provide you with much personal satisfaction.

I took a rummage through his particulars

when he went up above.

- Played you double all along. - I'll kill him.

Seis Majri A Chrysos.

- What does it mean, Mr. Silver? - I might tell you.

If anything were to happen to her or her son...

...I shall hold you responsible.

Mrs. Hawkins is dead.

Land ahoy!

I did not kill the widow.

Seis Majri A Chrysos.

What does it mean, Mr. Silver?

Mr. Silver, I pray you fit your soul for Heaven.

And fit yours for judgment, Captain Smollett.

Only you know the answer.

I did not kill the widow.

Send him forth.

Stop!

Captain Smollett, I believe every man

has the right to a fair hearing.

Under the laws of Great Britain.

Otherwise, who are we to preach codes of justice to anyone?

Mr. Silver must be tried when we return to home shores.

Where a court will establish who killed my mother.

And which man here shall pay...

- ...with his life. - Master Hawkins,

- you are in no position... - I am in every position,

Captain.

Am I not, Mr. Graham?

Do as the boy says.

Have Mr. Silver taken below.

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Well done, gentlemen. A safe passage for our cargo.

Now have this prepared for unloading.

Okay. Good there, sir.

Thank you.

You used my mother, Mr. Graham.

As she tried to use me.

You lied to us from the beginning.

As you to me.

Governess? Bess?

Now, Jim.

I have business ashore

and have to leave this vessel for a day or two.

The crew think you have the map.

In my absence, I cannot consider your safety copper-bottomed.

I think it best you come with me.

From Squire Livesey,

sent four days before we left Bristol.

To the Admiralty.

Oh.

I will not leave this vessel until I know who you are.

Before we set sail, I was summoned to the Admiralty

and offered a commission.

You want me to acquire the map of this Bess Hawkins,

retrieve Flint's treasure, and then?

Divert the monies to Saint-Domingue.

That island contains over half a million slaves.

And we believe

they might rise

if the French King falls, which could be tomorrow.

Such a wound to the French economy

would be considered...

advantageous to Great Britain's interest.

There are rumors, myths perhaps,

that these slaves have a leader.

A man, we are informed,

of some substance and capability.

- A dangerous man. - Makandal.

Of course, if any of this was to come to light...

then the Admiralty would disavow our association.

Well, Rule Britannia, gentlemen.

That is my mission, to find and aid Makandal.

He's no myth, Jim.

He's over there right now, making preparations

for revolution.

What exactly do you want from me?

I made a contract with your mother. Ten percent each.

You know nothing about my mother.

Ten percent each.

I know this.

Your mother wouldn't want you sitting in the galley,

allowing her loss to erode your spirit.

She'd want you out there, like her,

dancing on a knife's edge.

Gentlemen, careful!

- Sorry, Mr. Graham. - I'm sorry, sir.

What do you have in there?

Our pass into enemy territory.

Monsieur Aaron Graham.

Olivier Descalles.

Keep an eye on his man.

Or should I say, Monsieur Gouvernor?

Duty called, I simply answer. You look well, my friend.

You're older, but I think you prosper.

Yeah, as do you, my friend.

Charles, good to see you too.

The sentiments are entirely mutual, Monsieur Graham.

Ah. May I present, Master James Hawkins,

my trusted apprentice.

Your arrival is impeccably timed,

bearing this sumptuous, how do you say...

- Oh. Treasure. - Indeed.

Oh, Charles, before I forget.

My import papers.

Look these over, then dispatch them to Customs House.

Good man.

You know what? I host a modest gathering

- this evening. - Ah.

Please join us, both of you, and stay the night.

I insist.

In that case, it will be our honor, Olivier.

We'll unveil the treasure.

I shall have guest rooms prepared.

- Mm. - Now come.

There are affairs I would speak of with you.

But not here.

You intrigue me, Olivier.

Thank you, Mr. Baker.

You're not on shore leave, burning the candle?

We have an order to ride anchor

till Mr. Graham clears entry

with them French authorities.

Mr. Graham is on Saint-Domingue?

That's enough from you, Mr. Silver.

Aye.

And he took Jim Hawkins with him, too.

Captain Flint map were burned

by the widow back in England.

But not before she made a copy.

Not on paper or parchment.

The boy have the devil power of recall, don't he?

The copy of the true and faithful map

of Captain Flint...

be graved in the mind of Jim Hawkins.

We need to take control, or the treasure is lost.

Are you appraised of the developments in France?

My associates in Paris, they... report discontent.

Yeah, to say the least.

How is the situation here?

Well, despite what you may hear,

our field hands...

in exchange for their labor, they receive food,

shelter, and protection.

And if they show promise,

education.

But liberty,

their minds are not ready.

And should the king in Paris fall?

Well, are you certain you can contain

any rebellion on Saint-Domingue?

We've identified the leader, Makandal.

Rest assured, he won't keep his head long.

Monsieur.

Since tonight's occasion is of a formal nature,

might I recommend Henri Vassuer in Place du Dauphin?

He's Le Cap's finest tailor.

Ah, thank you, Charles.

Merci beaucoup.

Saint-Domingue,

the single richest territory on Earth,

which contributes more to the French exchequer

and the French war machine

than any other department.

Because Saint-Domingue produces sugar,

and to harvest and process sugar,

one needs what?

- Slaves. - Precisely.

They've identified Makandal?

Sooner than anticipated.

Which is why we must find him before Descalles does.

Here we are. So, tell me, why are we here?

Recommended by Charles.

And?

Your import papers.

Yes, the papers inform Charles

that I'm aware of his illicit associations,

that I'm here to help Makandal,

and that if he didn't cooperate,

I would inform his master of those associations

and his true allegiance.

You see, Jim, there's far more to trade and commerce

than simply buying and selling goods.

You're under observation.

Descalles' men are outside.

I know. I told Charles I cannot.

A storm is coming.

Paris begins to stir.

If Makandal is not prepared, he will fail.

But to arrange a meeting will take time.

How long?

A few hours, perhaps.

I may forget this here today.

If I do...

I shall be dining at the governor's house

this evening.

Very good.

I am bound to forge

a gentleman of this young rascal.

Mm. Hmm.

It will take a mountain of work, monsieur.

Down, please.

All right. Shoulders up, young apprentice.

Back straight.

Your mother would be very proud right now, Jim.

Monsieur Aaron Graham, Master James Hawkins,

my lovely wife Eloise.

And my daughter, Amélie.

Mademoiselle.

My young apprentice, Master James Hawkins.

James, delighted to meet you.

Hello.

I'll see you at the dinner?

I hope so.

Schooled in Paris

and to be presented at Versailles this coming season.

Politics allowing.

Far beyond the compass of an innkeeper's son.

Oh. That said,

the suit sits well

and this world encourages enterprise.

Just be yourself. Jims Hawkins is enough.

Chers amis.

Merci beaucoup, Olivier.

Yes, a treasure indeed.

Which I have borne from old world to new

as a symbol of the maturing bonds

of trust and loyalty between our great nations.

Glazier to His Royal Highness King George,

I give you Great Britain at its finest.

Meg. Meg.

- The map is in Jim's head. - What?

He's with Graham on the island. The map is in Jim's head.

- Okay. - Graham has kidnapped Jim.

Now is the time to act.

A delicacy here in Saint-Domingue.

Monsieur, you left this at the tailors.

Yes. Thank you so much.

Sorry, I don't speak French.

I think you look very handsome in your suit.

Merci, mademoiselle.

Avec plaisir.

Dashing, like Mr. Graham.

I think he will make your future very bright.

And you? You're to go to Paris?

Oui.

I love Saint-Domingue.

It's the most beautiful place on Earth.

Might be best.

I've heard talk of trouble here.

I'm sure my father can sort it.

I know he will.

But you?

You're very far from your home, no?

- My home? - Mm.

I don't know where that is.

Not anymore.

My mother died.

Three days past.

Amélie!

I'll see you tomorrow?

I don't know.

Sowing seeds of unrest

with talk of maps and treasure.

I deem such conduct mutinous, sir.

Captain.

Will be the mind of Jim Hawkins

what harbors the map of Captain Flint.

Over there.

After they sold me from Old Jamaica

when I was but six years old,

ten years in bondage, I was in Saint-Domingue.

Chained in irons.

Bound across my mouth because I submit to no man.

I saw children lose hands and arms

in them threshing machines.

Men nailed to the ground for sport.

I saw women.

Girls...

Ah, well.

Jim Hawkins be tied to the company

of Mr. Aaron Graham over there

with them preferential arrangements with them French.

So who to say him not trying to wheedle the map

from Jim's mind?

And when him do, that little boy be

as dead as his mother.

And Mr. Graham,

he'll have wrangled a ship to take him to Skeleton Island

and have Captain Flint money

all to himself and his French foxes.

You see, lads?

The treasure must be recovered and returned

- to the British Exchequer. - Aye!

Bestowed to the rightful grasp of King George.

God bless him infernal soul.

Save Jim Hawkins, sir!

- Aye! - Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins! Save Jim Hawkins!

We will cast you adrift, Captain.

It is only your British justice.

This world Mr. Graham making

in your national interest...

it is no place for an honest man.

- Save Jim Hawkins! - Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

Save Jim Hawkins!

We are all in danger!

We'll capture the bloody Makandal.

You've said that before. But how, Olivier, how?

No one even knows who he is.

And simultaneously,

so that no warning can be signaled to the others.

You see, my friend, they will lead us to Makandal.

Our minds are more advanced than the slaves.

We will prevail.

Here, here.

Memorize that list now.

Well, Olivier, mes amis,

I'm afraid my young apprentice and I

must retire for the evening.

But I can sleep soundly tonight...

And I shall inform my government,

we are confident Saint-Domingue

remains faithful to the French crown

and should be supported at all costs. Here.

- Vive Saint-Domingue. - Vive Saint-Domingue.

Wait, where are you going?

La Tombe du Nereus.

The grave of Nereus,

where we rendezvous with Makandal.

You ready?

I'm ready.

Ah. Hold up.

No Royalists here.

Say nothing, but follow my lead.

This storm you speak of,

when might it make landfall, Mr. Graham?

Soon.

But not too soon, I hope.

Paris is in turmoil.

The masters prepare for war.

To defeat them, you need arms, but you lack the funds.

And tell me, does your government

reckon me worthy of such funds?

Yes, it does.

And what do these funds really purchase?

War on this island?

The plantations aflame?

Which wounds French finances.

Hmm.

May I?

The governor's spies have located these 12 men.

Your men.

They're sending troops to arrest them by dawn.

Your...

apostles should be forewarned.

Reckon freely on my government's intentions.

But I...

can lead you to the treasure of Captain Flint.

Yes.

A three day sail.

I have a ship and crew at anchor.

I am no myth, Mr. Graham.

Nor a simple slave who would set foot

on a British, French, or any vessel.

You know the bounty on my head?

The reward to anyone tempted to betray me?

My men will take you to this treasure.

Now.

My fee is twenty percent.

- Agreed. - The map.

There's no X to mark the spot.

The map is a puzzle, Mr. Graham.

- Jim. - Only four words

- where the treasure lies. - Jim.

Seis Majri A Chrysos.

The tongue of The Albatross.

And only one man who I kept alive

knows what those words mean.

Long John Silver.

Mon ami. You come a long way.

And you've come home, John.

Me come for the boy.

Ah. Hey, hey, hey.

Your place is here, John.

We forge a nation.

It will be a long time coming.

I will take the boy.

No. The boy stays with me.

Drop your weapons or he dies.

And you will die with him.

You'd kill your people's hope of freedom

for your own monied ends?

Me not part of no people.

Now, gentlemen.

We can negotiate.

Soldiers!

Put down your weapons!

Stop!

To kill Mr. Graham is to kill me.

From the noose to the brig to captured by the French.

Quite a day you've had, Mr. Silver.

Sono un ragazzo who like to keep himself busy, Mr. Graham.

Silence!

What did he say?

The governor will see us now.

A sly game, Aaron.

Your treasure dazzling us with friendship and flattery.

A treacherous Albion indeed.

Olivier, if I might explain.

I'm sure you can.

But I guess I must thank you now.

For delivering the great Makandal to us.

Donne.

Paris has fallen.

What?

Liberty! Liberty!

- Amelie. - What's happening?

James, what is happening?

Amelie, we've done nothing wrong.

Why? Why is James...

Amelie, we've done nothing...

Amelie, we've done nothing wrong.

- Amelie! - Hold. Hold. Hold.

Your daughter will be returned to you, alive,

once we are aboard our ship.

Take your hands off her.

You're in safe hands, just do as I say.

You take your hands off her!

Olivier. Safe passage to our ship.

- Or she dies. - Please, no.

- Let her go. - I'll kill her.

- Just leave her alone, please. - I'll kill her!

I will have you tortured.

Hear it from the mouth of Makandal himself!

I will have you all in chains until you die like dogs.

Makandal!

Move!

No, no, wait.

No.

Follow the path. Through the plantation.

Go! There's a boat.

Amelie!

This is where we leave you, my dear.

Jim!

Amelie.

Go. Go, Jim!

Ah.

Make ready.

It grieve my heart you think I killed your mother, Jim.

The court will decide.

Back to the brig with you, Mr. Silver.

Aye. Bondage and servitude again.

In another life, you'd have made a fine pirate.

Pirate? In this new world we forge,

there is no room for pirates, Mr. Silver.

Your golden age is over.

Ain't this old man place to counsel a noble lad like you.

He hazed your mother.

He trades in treachery, not luxuries, Jim.

Jim.

The events in France outran me.

But I do hope Makandal prevails, even without our funds.

And the contract I made with your mother,

I will honor that with you.

We return the treasure to the Admiralty,

and we'll split the fee.

But Long John Silver? The words on the map?

He faces the death penalty.

We exchange his knowledge for his freedom.

And then we take our prize,

and a world of excitement awaits you.

A world of excitement.

I suppose my mother would have wanted that.

I tried to fool her, Jim.

I did.

And yet...

I lost her before I could love her.

You must believe me.

13 degrees north, 61 west.

Incoming!

- Jump! - Incoming!

Grab the reins, get ready to sail!

Here, Jim.

Ah. Mr. Cameron.

We have a new course.

Crew stands ready, sir.

I will speak with the captain, sir.

So what might you want to say to me, Mr. Graham?

'Cept to beg for your life,

Pay your respects to your new captain.

And where is Captain Smollett?

Left ashore for his own safety.

Lads!

I promise to return with young Jim precious little mind.

And here it be,

harboring the true and faithful map

of Captain Flint.

'Tis ours, lads!

- The prize be ours! - Yeah!

- Come on, draw the map! - Draw the map!

- Come on. - Come on, boy!

Draw!

Fine game you played, Mr. Silver.

Pirate, indeed.

Draw the map!

Come on, lad! Draw the map!

- Draw the map! - Come on!

Hurry up, lad!

Draw the map. Do it, Hawkins!

Draw it!

Draw it, you little weasel.

Come on, let's see it.

It's not right. It's not right.

You're walking a thin plank, Fenian swine.

Set me on a rack, lads.

Lash me a thousand times.

Keel haul me to the gates of death

and I may submit.

But you will not know if I've drawn

the true and faithful map

until you've spent your days, weeks, your very lives

tramping around Skeleton Island in search of Hell.

And finding it only in your own nightmares.

Or...

we forge a contract,

Captain Silver.

Half to you and your mutinous crew.

Agreed.

Excellent.

I'll draw you the true map once I'm on Skeleton Island.

Oh. And I'll have Mr. Graham kept alive.

Lock Mr. Graham in the hold with the rats.

Let him starve and parch.

Set a course for Skeleton Island, lads.

Aye!

13 degrees north, 61 degrees west.

Mr. Baker.

Have that noose took down.

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