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JIM: The squire and Dr. Livesey...

...having asked me to write down the
particulars of Treasure Island...

...leaving nothing out but the
bearings of the island itself...

...and that only because there is
still treasure not yet lifted.

I go back to the time when my mother
and I kept the Admiral Benbow Inn...

...and the brown, old seaman
with a saber cut...

...first took up lodging under our roof.

[KNOCKING]

BONES: Open the door, will you?
Open the door!

Go away! We're closed.

BONES: Open the door, you lubberly
swab, or by thundering....

Throw that cutlass away this instant.

What do you want?

Good evening, missus.

Lad.

Will you not put up your musket?

I'm just a simple sailor seeking lodgings.

Just so?

This looks like a conveniently
situated grogshop.

You have much company here, lad, do you?

No, sir. No one hardly ever comes
in here since Father died.

-Shh.
-Ha, ha.

Then this here's the place for me, matey.

HAWKINS: And what might
we call you, sir?

If we're to put up with the
likes of you under our roof.

You may call me captain, ma'am.

Captain Billy Bones at your service.

I'm a plain man, ma'am.

Rum, bacon and bread's what I want.

And that headland down the road
there to watch ships off of.

[CHUCKLES]

Here, matey.

Tell me when I've worked my
way through that, will you?

JIM: He stayed with us long
after his gold had run out.

But none of us had the courage
to ask for more.

All day, he hung around the cove or upon
the cliffs with a brass telescope...

...gazing out over the waves...

...as if he feared something were
coming for him from the sea.

All evening, he would drink
rum and water very strong...

[MAN PLAYING FIDDLE]

...looking up fierce when spoken to.

His stories and songs were all
about hanging and piracy...

...and wild deeds on the Spanish Main.

None of us suspected then, of course...

...how our lives would be
changed by them forever.

Jim, here. Have you seen a seafaring man...

-...with one leg, Jim?
JIM: No, sir.

BONES: Keep a weather eye open,
Jim, for a seafaring man.

I will give you a silver fourpenny
each week, you understand that?

Aye. See, you've told me, captain,
but I haven't seen one yet.

[CHUCKLES]

-Dr. Livesey.
-Hello, Jim.

Ah. Dr. Livesey.

Good evening, Mrs. Hawkins.

Evening, doctor.

And how are you feeling, Mrs. Hawkins?
Better, I trust.

Oh, yes, doctor. Thanks to your visit.

[SINGING] Fifteen men
on a dead man's chest

Drink to the devil
And had done for the rest

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

Give me rum, you hear?

Give us rum, goddamn you!

Rum, it's feed and drink to the likes of me!
Rum, good laddie.

Mrs. Hawkins, I once prescribed
a draft for Squire Trelawney.

He had the gout, you know. And his man,
Joyce, swore he would see him take it.

-But the squire--
-Silence!

Silence between decks to here.

Were you addressing me, sir?

I was indeed, sir.

Have you something to say about that?

I have only one thing to say to you, sir.

If you keep on drinking rum...

...the world will soon be quit
of a very dirty scoundrel.

You're a whistler.

Captain.

I'll take none of that from the likes
of you, nor any other lubberly swab.

You call me "captain" or I'm gonna pin
you to the wall with this cutlass...

...and hang you from the yard by your
thumbs and use you for musket practice.

Now, you hear me.

If you do not put down
that cutlass this instant...

...I promise you, upon my honor, that I'll
have you drawn up at the next assizes.

-Ha!
-I am not a doctor only, but a magistrate.

And now I know there is such a
fellow in my district.

And if I catch so much as a breath
of complaint against you...

...I'll have you hunted down and
hanged like the dog you are.

Let that suffice.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I say, Mrs. Hawkins,
the squire is a clever fellow.

What might I get for you, sir?

Rum, sonny.

Rum will do.

Is this here a table for my mate, Bill?

I don't know your mate Bill, sir.
This table's for the captain.

Ah.

Right, because now Bill would
be called "captain," aye.

Now...

...is my mate, Bill, in this here house?

No, sir. He's out walking.

Back soon?

Yes, sir.

-Where's your mother, boy?
-She's not here.

She's in the village. To market.

Just as well.

[CHUCKLES]

All right.

This'll be a pleasant surprise
for my mate, Bill.

Good as drink.

You know, I have a young nipper of my own.

It's like you is two blocks.

And he's all the pride of my yards.

But a great thing for boys...

...is discipline.

Discipline?

Aye.

Discipline.

[BONES COUGHING]

Right. Would you step in here
and surprise old Bill.

Billy Bones.

Come, Bill, you know your old
shipmate, surely.

-Black Dog?
BLACK DOG: Aye.

Black Dog as ever was.

Come for to see his old mate,
Bill.

Now, look here.

You've run me down here.

Here I am.

Now, what you want, Dog?

You speak up, will you?

Ah? That's you, Bill.

I'll just have a glass of rum
from this dear child here.

You'll join me, won't you?

Now, we'll sit down and talk
square, like old shipmates.

Where's the chart, Bill?

No. No, no!

-We'll swing.
-Swing once, swing all, say I.

That weren't Flint's way, no sir.

-Flint's dead, God damn him.
BLACK DOG: Aye.

Aye. That he is, mate, dead and damned.

All I want's the chart, Bill.

All I'm asking's what's
rightfully ours.

Our lawful shares.

Damn your lawful shares and damn you too.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[BONES COUGHING]

Rum, Jim.

Rum, boy.

Oh, God.

Are you hurt?

It's rum I need, Jim.

Give us rum, will you?

Ah. I needed that.

I must get away from here, Jim, before
they have the black spot on me.

-That black what?
-Spot, Jim.

It's a summons.

The lubbers will be going around
by now to get their wind of me.

What lubbers are those, captain?

Ah, it's Flint's men, as like as not.
Black Dog, Blind Pew.

It's my old sea chest they're after, macky.

Now, you look here, Jim.

If they should slip me the
spot, you get on a horse...

...and you go and fetch that
infernal swab of a doctor.

You tell him why I'm the only
one that has it.

-Has what?
-Oh.

Flint gave it to me as he was
lying, dying in some island.

For the love of God, boy,
give me some rum, will you?

[COUGHING]

[TAPPING NEARBY]

Will you?

[BOTH SHOUTING]

Who's there?

Jim Hawkins. What do you want?

Would some kind friend
tell a poor, blind man...

...what's lost the sight of his eyes in the
service of King George, God bless him...

...in what part of the country
he might now be?

You're at the Admiral Benbow Inn.

Oh, yes.

Give me your hand, my kind young friend.

Lead me in.

[SHOUTS]

-Now, boy, you take me to the captain.
-I daren't.

You take me in straight, and as
soon as I'm in view, you cries out.

Here's a friend of yours, Bill.

Yes, yes, oh, yes.

[BONES COUGHING]

Captain Bones.

-Blind Pew.
PEW: Yes.

Come for you at last, Billy.

Now...

...business is business, Mr. Bones.

Sit right where you are.

Hold out your hand.

Boy, take his left hand
and bring it near my right.

Yes.

And now that's done.

Oh, yes.

[COUGHS]

It's a spot, Jim.

It's the black spot, lad.

"You have till 10:00."

That's two hours.

[CHUCKLES]

We'll have them yet, Jim.

Get me a top of rum, will you?

Here, lad, it's....

It's for the sea chest.

For the old sea chest, boy.

-What chest?
-Mother.

What's been happening here, Jim?

Is he dead?

Aye, dead.

Being in his cups again,
I shouldn't wonder.

Now, what about this chest?

He owes me money.

JIM: Mother, the captain said we have
the devil to pay and no pitch hot.

They tipped him the black spot.

That what?

Stop talking nonsense and open the chest.

If there's money in there, we'll
have what's own us and no more.

Mother, listen to me, please.
They're coming for him at 10.

It's almost 10 now.

-Who's coming, Jim?
-The lubbers.

-They're coming for the captain.
-They can have him. That's broken.

What lubbers?

Blind Pew and Black Dog.
Flint's men.

The captain said
they were after his sea chest.

Said he was the only one had it.

Had what?

[GROANS]

Aha!

We'll have what he owes us
and not a penny more.

Mother, we must go to the
village and get Sheriff Dance.

Shh.

[TAPPING NEARBY]

What's that?

Blind Pew. He's come back. Come on, Mother.
They'll cut our throats.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

HAWKINS: Come on, Jim.

[BOTH SCREAMING]

No! No!

Let him go. No, you leave him.

No.

No.

Get out.

Jim. Quickly, come on. Jim.
Come on.

It won't open.

It won't open, Jim.

No.

No!

-Stop it.
JIM: Mother! Shake his....

-It's Billy.
-Someone's done for it.

Search him.

Run for the woods.

He's been overhauled already.

Aloft. Find the chest.

There's the chest.

PEW: The lady, you shucking lubbers.

Catch the boy. He's got it, you fools.

Pew, they've ransacked the bloody thing.

-It's gone. So's the money.
-And the money.

Come below and follow the boy. All
I want's to put his eyes out.

Scatter and find them.

They can't have gone far.

What the devil?

MAN 1: Hey, who's that?
MAN 2: Sheriff Dance.

Hey, let's go there, lads.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Black Dog, don't.

Israel.

You won't leave old Pew, mate.
Not old Pew.

Damn your eyes.

No.

[SCREAMS]

-Leave him like that. After them.
-Aye, aye, sir.

After them.

Get up there.

Oh, dear.

Sheriff Dance saw a scooner
standing off and on in the cove.

Rather suspicious. He reported it to me.
Drink that.

I said we should roust up his men and
ride hard for the Admiral Benbow.

It were a lucky chance we came when we did.

It were none too soon either.

They got the money, I presume.

They did not.

-Excuse me, doctor.
LIVESEY: Yes, Jim?

I don't think they're after the money.

What in fortune were they after then?

I think they were after this.

It should be put in a safe place.

To be sure, boy. Quite right.

We must go at once to Squire Trelawney
and open it in his presence.

He'll know what to do.

Jim, there's not a moment to lose.
Can you ride?

I tell you, I have some
business with the squire.

-Wake him up.
-No.

You must do it. We must wake him up.
Please do it. Please? Thank you.

-Livesey.
LIVESEY: Squire.

Well, where is it? Come on,
man.

-Hawkins, you had quite the night, I hear.
-Yes, sir.

-Your coffee, sir.
-Thank you, Joyce.

Hot and hot.

Squire?

-Scotch, Livesey?
-Yeah, okay.

-Master Hawkins?
TRELAWNEY: That'll do, Joyce.

-Uh, milk, sir?
-All right. Thank you. Thank you.

-Uh, sugar, sir?
-No.

That'll do, Joyce.

Yes, sir.

Well, now, squire.

-First of all, we'll try the book.
-Yes.

"W. Burns, master's mate.
Off Palm Quay, he got it."

Some sort of an account.

"Bones his pile."

Can't make head nor tail of this.

Oh, Livesey, this is as plain
as noon to a seafaring man.

This is the black-hearted
scoundrel's account book.

Look, here. Now, look here.

This is a list of the town's
sacked or the ship's voyage...

...and here, the sums of
Bone's share of the loot.

Right you are. You see what it
is to be a traveler.

Now, and the other....

[LIVESEY CHUCKLES]

LIVESEY: Treasure Island.

Bulk of treasure here.

Oh, God.

It must be....

"Tall tree, Spyglass shoulder,
bearing north northeast by north.

Skeleton Island, east southeast
and by east. Ten feet.

The bar sil--

The bar silver is in the north cache...

...at 10 fathom south of black
crag. Signed J. F."

For God's love, man.

-You know what this is?
-Pray enlighten me, sir.

J. F. John Flint.

This is Flint's map.

Bulk of treasure here.

That's Flint's treasure, man.

JIM: Who's this Flint?

Billy Bones said he was
Flint's first mate.

He was the blood-thirstiest
buccaneer that ever sailed.

Well, Blackbeard was a child of Flint.

Ha, ha. Even the Spaniard was
so prodigiously afraid of him.

I must own, I was proud
he was an Englishman.

Sir, would this treasure be worth much?

Worth mu--?

Worth much.

Ha, ha. Why, lad, here's the
sight of it.

I shall fit out a shipping in
Bristol dock within two weeks.

The finest vessel in
England...

...and then we'll sail for the
Spanish Main within a month.

You, Hawkins, shall come
aboard as cabin boy.

Livesey here shall be surgeon,
and myself, admiral, of course.

And then we'll take along
Joyce, my man and, oh, great--

Well, that's capital, squire, capital,
but there's only one man I'm afraid of.

-Name the dog.
-You, sir.

For you cannot hold your
tongue, as well you know.

We aren't the only men to know
about this.

From first to last, none
of us must breathe a word.

Well, you're in the right of
it, doctor, as usual.

You may depend upon me.

I shall be as silent as a grave.

Goodbye, Jim.

Now, you take care of yourself.

And mind you,
do what your squire tells you.

Jim.

Bye, Mother.

JIM: The doctor and old Redruth,
the squire's gamekeeper...

...came for me at dusk on the Bristol mail.

Next morning, we had turned the
corner, my home was out of sight.

And in no time at all, Bristol
laid bustling before us.

What is that?

Come on, lad. The squire will
keelhaul us if we're late.

Oh, Redruth, stop dawdling, man.

-Come on.
-Stay away.

There she is, Jim. The Hispaniola.

Bring the bag, Redruth.

Ahoy, Hispaniola!

Ahoy, on boat!

-Come on.
-Welcome aboard the Hispaniola, doctor.

-You're late.
-Better late than never, admiral.

JIM: The roads were muddy, sir.

We got stuck three times
on the way to Bristol.

TRELAWNEY: Did you? Did you?

Yes, come on, Redruth, come
on. Don't hang back, man.

-Mr. Arrow, here, look after your tonnage.
ARROW: Aye, aye, sir.

Will you take a glass of port
with me in my cabin?

Nothing would please me better, sir.

-So when do we sail?
-Sail?

We sail tomorrow, boy. Ha, ha.

To the good ship Hispaniola, gentleman.

A sweeter ship you could not imagine.

I give you joy over her, sir.

-To the Hispaniola.
-Hispaniola.

Mm. A child could sail her, doctor.

You know, I had a devil of a
job finding a crew for her.

Hard to find half a dozen
who knew the difference...

...between the main top and the keelson.

Are there no good seaman in Bristol then?

Oh, well, doctor, I shall tell you.
I met this fellow on the dock.

Ahem. Old navy man.

Fought the French under Admiral Hawke,
lost a leg in action.

Kind of man who makes England
feared at sea.

Well, he found me a company of the
toughest old salts imaginable.

I declare, we could fight
a frigate with them.

Ha, ha. I'm glad to hear it.
What is the man's name?

Uh, John Silver.

They call him Long John Silver.

He's even volunteered to come
aboard the ship's cook.

-Remarkably civil of him.
-Indeed. What a youthful man.

You know, while I think of it, young
Jim, you cut ashore in the gig...

...and give my compliments to Mr. Silver
and tell him civil-like, mind you...

...to be aboard by the evening gun.

We sail tomorrow with the tide.

-Yes, sir.
-Oh, you'll find him...

...at the side of the Spyglass.

Tall fellow, one leg. Can't miss him.

[BAND PLAYING CELTIC MUSIC]

[CHATTERING]

I'm begging your pardon, sir. Could you
tell me where I could find John Silver?

Long John?

He'll be somewhere in the back.
Bug us not.

Mr. Silver, sir.

Such is my name to be sure.

And who might you be, lad?

Jim Hawkins, sir,
ship's boy of the Hispaniola.

Squire Trelawney's compliments says
you're to come on board tonight...

...if you please.

We sail at dawn.

Jim Hawkins, is it?
Pleased I am to meet you.

Come, lad. I expect you're hungry.

A person like you
is always hungry as sharks.

I remember when I was just a
reefer in the king's navy.

We was fighting the Dutch
off Batavia at war.

[SHOUTS]

Black Dog. Stop him, that's Black
Dog, that's one of Flint's men.

I don't care two coppers who
he is. He ain't paid his bill.

You are Morgan.

You was drinking with him.

You never clapped eyes on this Black Dog...

-...before now, did you?
-No, sir.

-You never heard of him neither, did you?
-No, Barbecue, on my mother's grave.

You never had a mother.

-What was he saying to you anyway?
-He was saying....

Well, we was jawing of keelhauling.

Yeah. Mighty suitable topic
too.

Back to your place for a lubber, Tom.

Come. Set yourself down. Out of there.

Black Dog.

Let's see.
Yes, I've seen that swab before.

He used to come in here with a blind man.

I knew that blind man.
His name was Pew.

It were. He looked like death.

Sheriff Dance ran him down
back at Admiral Benbow.

You see here, Hawkins, you're smart.
Smart as paint.

I seen that right off.

This here's a blessed hard thing
for an honest man like me.

Here I've got this confounded
son of a Dutchman...

...sitting under my roof, drinking my rum.
What will Squire Trelawney think?

LIVESEY: Are you pleased
with your ship's company then?

Oh, yes, on the whole, I am...

...but I tell you frankly, doctor,
I'm disappointed in the captain.

Good afternoon, squire.

-I beg your pardon. May we have a word?
-Ahem. Yes, yes. Certainly.

May I present my particular
friend Dr. Livesey.

Uh, doctor, this is Captain Smollet,
late of His Majesty's Royal Navy.

-At your service.
-How did you do, captain?

Gentlemen, I don't like this
cruise. I don't like the men.

I don't like my first officer.
That's it. Short and sweet.

And I suppose you don't like
your ship either.

-The backstays need adjusting I believe.
TRELAWNEY: Backstays indeed.

-And what about your employer, huh?
-Stay a bit. Stay a bit.

The captain has either said too much
or he has said too little. Now, why?

I was engaged, sir, on sealed
orders to sail this ship...

...where the gentleman bids me.
Very well, duty is duty.

But now I find every man
onboard knows more than I do.

Next thing I learn, we're going after
treasure from a young crew, mind you.

Now, I'm told you have a map of an
island with longitude and latitude...

...and crosses to show where old
Flint's treasure is buried.

Well, I never said a word.

-No, no, I swear it.
SMOLLET: There is one more thing.

-Oh, yes, and what's that, pray?
-Powder and arms, sir.

Powder and arms.
They're stowing them in the forehold.

Why not put the arms here in the cabin
where we can get at them and they can't?

That is the custom aboard
ship, I might add.

Look, captain, I will not be told what is the
custom aboard my own ship and what isn't.

-I've been to sea before, you know.
-Captain Smollet, do you fear a mutiny?

No, sir.

-I would not sail at all if I did.
-Then what are you suggesting?

Doctor, store the arms and powder aft and
keep a weather eye out for treachery.

And for God's sake,
don't say another word...

...about this treasure business.

Or upon your soul, it'll be
life or death on a lee shore.

Silver, where in blazes have you been?
Get below and serve up a hot meal, man.

-It'll be a long night.
SILVER: Aye, captain.

Supper for the hands directly.
Israel.

Hoist up my sea chest.

MAN 1: Where you want them?
MAN 2: Right.

Anderson, what's this restowing
of the bloody muskets?

Captain's orders. All arms
and powder to be stored aft.

By thunder, if we do that,
we'll miss the morning tide.

Less talking there, Follett.
Get below, Mr. Silver.

-I'll not tell you again.
-Aye, sir.

-You throw-- You stow some of them arms--
-Hey, you, ship boy...

...get below and help the cook.

If you can't find work, I'll find it for you.
There are no favorites.

Aye, aye, sir.

Very well, Mr. Arrow,
unmoor ship if you please.

Aye, aye, sir. All hands on deck!

Weigh anchor!

-Topman weigh aloft!
-Topman weigh aloft!

Come on, you.

Turn your backs into it.
Come on! Heave! Heave!

Heave! Heave!

Come on.

MAN 3: Anchor aweigh!

-It can drive!
-It can drive away, sir.

Very well. Make sail.

All hands big sail!

Aweigh! Aloft! Here now!

-Hoist up!
-Sail!

On you go, lads.

High up there now! Go on, Lee!

Up you go, lad. Bringing
us in, all hands on deck.

-Headsails and courses, Mr. Arrow.
ARROW: Headsails and courses there.

Think of those.

SMOLLET: Keep your helm, Mr. Hands.

This is used for the masts.

Rattles there, see, right up to the top.

Let fall.

-Let fall!
-Let fall!

Let fall!

Okay, now, answer me.

Bring these things to Mr. Arrow.

Southwest by south, Mr. Hands.

-Southwest by south.
-Hey, you, get over here.

-And heave!
-Come on.

-Heave! Heave!
-Go on.

-Lend a hand, lad.
MAN 4: In the helm, she goes.

Heave! Come on!
Put your backs into it!

Heave! Come on,
you scruffy smelly dogs!

Heave! Heave!

-Heave!
-Gangway!

-Come on, away now!
-Set brails!

Get up there, you. Come on,
now weigh it out there.

That were done
man-of-war fashion there, Jim.

Turn that topsail, Daniel.

What is the matter
with that topsail there?

Turn the forward topsail!

We have vast passage and a fair wind
for the Caribbean with that captain.

-He may be in need of that.
SMOLLET: Ready? Ready she goes.

Raise topsail!

Aye, aloft!

-Against the bow!
ARROW: Raise topsails!

-Strike the main course!
MAN: Man the gallants!

SILVER: Don't you worry, lad,
this breeze is nothing.

Just a little Biscay blow, won't
last more than three or four days.

Oh, God.

Please, just let me die.

Oh, happens that Uncle Long
John's fixed you a nice plate...

...of soft pork stew
that'll make you feel....

Ah. Mr. Arrow.

-It's coming on a little early.
-This is a right stuff one, huh?

ARROW: Chills a man clean through
to the bone, Silver, all the same.

Would you care for a bit of a draft, sir?

I, uh, keeps a little rum up for it here.

For cooking, don't you know?

This'll warm the cockles of your heart.

-That's just between you and me, sir.
-Oh, aye.

I'm obliged.

What's the matter with him?

Lad's bonkers.

Aye.

JIM: The Hispaniola sailed swiftly out
of the stormy northern latitudes.

Nobody was much surprised...

...when one dark night, Mr. Arrow
disappeared entirely...

...and was seen no more.

It was presumed he had been drinking again.

The captain put him down
in the log as overboard.

And said we were well rid of him.

[SHOUTS]

[CHUCKLES]

[GRUNTS]

JIM: We've ran down our easting
into the trade winds...

...to get the wind of Treasure Island.

I soon got my sea legs under me.

I learned to reef, hand and steer,
and became a tolerable seaman.

It was about the last day
of our outward voyage...

...when the squire and I
had the dogwatch together.

We were running broad for the island
with a steady breeze and the quiet sea.

By the merest chance, the lives
of all the honest men aboard...

...would soon depend on me alone.

We must keep a sharp look out, Jim.

The captain says we may
raise the island at dawn.

If you can be a good lad and
go below and ask Mr. Silver...

...if he's got a mug of tea
for me, would you?

Oh, and Jim, see if you can find an apple.
I'm fearfully sharp-set.

JIM: Aye, aye, sir.

PARROT: Visitor, eh?

SILVER: Oh, not I. Flint was captain.

I were quartermaster
along with this timber leg.

Same broadside I lost my leg, old
Pew lost both his deadlights.

Off Trinidad, that's where we were.

So it were aboard Flint's
old ship Walrus...

...that I've seen amok with their red blood,
fit to sink with the gold in her hold.

DICK: Faith, Long John,
you've done a pair of sailing.

Flint was the flower of the
flock, so Israel Hands told me.

Israel should know.
He were Flint's gunner.

Best in the Spanish Main.

You must all be rich as lords.

I put my 900 pounds safe after I
sailed along Captain England.

Near 2000, after Flint.

Where is England's men now?

On Davy Jones mostly.
And where's Flint's?

Aboard here most of them
and glad to get the work.

But you, you're smart, young Dick.

Smart as paint. I seen that right off.

I'm 50, mark you.

But when this here voyage is finished,
I set up for gentleman in earnest.

You could do that if you're a-mind to.

Dick is square.

Oh, I know Dick was square.
He's no fool, is Dick.

Well, there's my hand on it, Mr. Silver.

What I wanna know is how long
we're gonna stand off and on...

...like a blessed bumboat?

I've had enough of Captain
Smollet's butt down there.

I wanna get into that cabin, I do.

-I want their pickles and wines.
-Pickles and wines?

Israel, you got no more brain
than a sea turtle.

Now, you hear me.

You'll berth forward, you'll
work hard, you'll keep sober...

...and you'll wait until I gives
the word, then cry havoc.

Well, all I ask is when, that's what.

Last bloody minute I can
manage, that's when.

We'll widdle the treasure aboard...

...the captain'll sail this ship
halfway home before we struck.

How many tall ships, think ye,
have I seen laid aboard?

And how many brisk lads drying
in the sun at execution dock?

All for the same hurry, hurry, hurry.

But what about the captain?
And Squire Trelawney?

-What are we to do about them, anyhow?
-We'll cut their throats for them.

Besides, there's someone
who needs killing.

Israel's right, lad. Dead men
tell no tales.

When I'm in parliament
riding in my coach...

...I don't want none of them sea lawyers
aft coming home unlooked for...

...like the devil at prayers.

[CHUCKLES]

Dick, there's a good lad. Jump up and
fetch me an apple from the barrel there.

I'm a mite sharp-set.

Hang your apples, Long John.
Let's have a go at the rum.

Yeah.

Well, then, won't hurt
neither. Dick, I trust you.

Here's the key to the rum store. You
fill a pannikin and bring it back.

-All right.
-But hand me an apple all the same.

TRELAWNEY: Land ho!
Land off the port bow.

Come up there, you lubbers. Look at this.
There's land down there.

-Land ho!
-Out of the way.

That the island, Barbecue?

Aye, by the powers, so it be.

MAN 1: There she lies, the island.
MAN 2: Treasure Island.

Oh, my God.

Well, there it is.

-Doctor--
-Jim, lad, where have you been?

You missed the landfall.

I brought her right down to it.
Ha, ha.

What do you say to that, doctor?

LIVESEY: Capital seamanship,
squire, to be sure.

-Doctor, please, may I talk to you?
SMOLLET: Mr. Anderson.

Trim that down to gallant sail, man.

This is not one of your Dutchman's
barges with the sails all ahoo.

-Mr. Anderson.
-Right, captain.

Let him trim it himself, swab.

Trim that sail
or I'll make you wish you had.

-Get with it.
-Hey, you, lad. Get up there.

-Doctor, hear me.
-Yes, what is it, Jim?

I have to talk to you,
the squire and the captain.

LIVESEY: What?
-I've got some terrible news.

Mutiny. By God, I'll see them
hang for it.

It's worse than mutiny, squire. It's murder.
If they're successful...

...you won't see anything at all
because you will be quite dead.

Captain, you were right and I was wrong.

I own myself an ass
and I await your orders.

No more an ass than I, sir.

This crew beats me.

It's that Silver,
he's a most remarkable man.

He looked remarkably well from a yardarm.

Now, I see three or four points, if I may.

First, we must go on.

If I put the ship about,
they'd come down around us.

Secondly, we have time before us. I
would rather come to blows at once...

...but we must bide our time
until the moment is right.

And then we'll strike hard.

Jim here could be more use to us than anyone.
The men are used to him.

I've noticed that Silver trusts him.

Jim, you must infiltrate the enemy camp.

I put prodigious faith in you, boy.

-You must be our eyes and ears.
-I'll do my best.

MAN: By the mark, men, sail!

MAN 1: Let go of the anchor!
MAN 2: Let go!

MAN 1: Quarter less five, sir!

LIVESEY: Well, I don't know about treasure...

...but I'll stake my wig
there's fever there.

Caught between the devil and the deep
blue sea as it were, eh, gentleman?

-Captain, I think it's--
-Mr. Anderson...

...those who wish to go ashore on liberty
may do so until the evening gun.

-Aye, aye, sir.
-Silver, you may splash the main brace.

Aye, sir.

-I think we should go below, gentlemen.
-Certainly, captain.

MAN 3: Lower away the long boat.

Hoist now, the boat tackle.

Ah, Hawkins. This here island's
a sweet spot, to be sure.

It's a pleasant thing to be
young, have 10 toes.

Aye, sir.

If you wanna go ashore
and do a bit of exploring...

...old Long John will put up a
snack for you to take along.

Mr. Redruth, do you know how to use this?

I have been the squire's
gamekeeper for 25 years.

I learned how to shoot
straight when I was a lad.

Very good. You guard the
companionway there.

Hunter, you take the aft hatchway. I'm
sure we can rely on you and Joyce.

-Aye, sir. That you can.
-I'll do my best, sir.

Joyce, you, um-- You stay with Redruth.

Look here, captain. This is all very well,
but we're outnumbered three to one.

Silver will go ashore with his
men and calm them down.

I expect you'll keep them in check
until they find the treasure.

What of the men onboard, sir? Silver's
bound to leave some to watch us.

They could come down on us any moment.

Why, then we hold the cabin,
and God defend the right.

Young Jim can tell us--

Hold on. Where's Jim Hawkins?

Go on.

Okay. Here.

-Here.
-Get them muskets in the boat.

All right, all right, all right.

-Take that.
-All right. Yeah.

Get that musket stowed.

All right, relax. Quiet now.

-Keep her steady now. Here, grab it.
-Hold it.

SILVER: Israel, you will stay aboard...

...and keep an eye on them
gentlemen in the cabin.

Aye, aye, Barbecue.

Good lad, get your head down.

Get aboard, you lubber.

Cast off forward.

Give way together. Oar.

Break your back, you lubbers.

[MEN GROANING]

Give me some sweat there, you swab.

Stand by the beachhead.

-Hey.
-Easy, guv.

Jim, wait.

Wait. Wait, Jim!

JIM: No sooner had I stowed
away aboard the long boat...

...than I could not wait to
get out of it.

Remembering the squire's words, I set off
into the hinterlands of the island...

...to spy upon Silver and his men.

Look sharp, Joycie. You might--

[MEN SHOUTING]

Load, Joycie, load.

You bloody philistine.

I'm doing my bloody best, aren't I?

-Get it.
-There's a lot of men.

Up your ass with your--

-Out of the way, Joyce.
-Move it! Turn about!

Move out!

I'm terrible sorry, sir. I seem
to have wounded one in the leg.

Nothing to be ashamed of.
You fight in self-defense.

No, sir. I was aiming for his head.
This musket's was firing low.

MAN: Silver, you're old, and you're
honest, or has the name for it.

You'll tell me you'll be led away by
that kind of a mess of swabs. Not you.

Well, um...

...shine or hang,
that's about the lay of it.

To turn against my duty,
I'd soon to lose my hand.

[GUNSHOT THEN MAN SCREAMS]

-In the name of God, what was that?
-That?

I reckon that'd be Allan.

Then rest his soul for a true seaman.

Amen to that.

As for you, Long John,
you can go to the devil.

[SCREAMING]

Good God, not Jim.

I pray not.

Damn that traitor, Silver.

Down, duck!

Hunter, come with me.

Captain, I'd like to go ashore
in the gig and reconnoiter.

If Jim's still alive,
then maybe I can help him.

Uh, Hunter can row me in, that still
leaves you four men to hold the ship.

Very well, doctor.

-Be sure you're back before sunset.
-I will.

-Doctor, watch out for that scoundrel Silver.
-Yes.

-Take him ashore, Hunter.
HUNTER: Aye, aye, captain.

[BOTH SHOUTING]

-Who are you?
-I'm poor Ben Gunn.

I'm marooned on this island...

...and I haven't seen a Christian
soul for these three years.

Were you shipwrecked?

No, matey. Marooned.

Aye, marooned three long year ago.

And I've lived on berries
and goats ever since.

My heart is sore for a Christian diet.

You wouldn't happen to have a piece
of cheese about you now, would you?

No. No.

Many's a night, I've dreamed of cheese.

Toasted, mostly.

If ever I can get back aboard my ship,
you could have cheese by the stone.

-Shall I, matey? Oh, thank you.
-But that's neither here nor there.

For how are we get onboard?

Well, there's my boat, if it comes to that.

I dug it with my own two hands.

It's in the mangrove swamps
by the mouth of the river.

We might try that after dark.

What be your name, matey?

Jim.

Jim Hawkins.

Jim Hawkins.

Well, I'm pleased
to make your acquaintance.

You wouldn't think to look at me,
would you, that I had a pious mother.

Well, I have. Remarkably pious.
And I'm back on piety now, Jim.

I thought it all out on this
lonely island...

...what providence had set me
here. Aye, and Captain Flint.

Flint?

Flint says you? Aye. I were on Flint's
ship when he buried the treasure.

Him and six along six strong seamen,
gone nigh on a week, they were.

And then one fine morning,
up went the signal...

...and back comes Flint,
all alone and by himself.

Aye, and the six.... Aah!

Into a battle, murder and sudden death.

I often asked old Flint
where he buried the treasure.

I only wanted my fair share.
Mine.

"Here's a musket," says he and
"There's a shovel," says he:

"Go ashore, if you like, then
find it."

So they did, they left me,
well, for three years.

I've been man of the island,
light and dark.

But I'm rich. Rich.

You tell me true now, that ship you
came off, that wasn't Flint's ship?

It is not. Flint's dead.

But I tell you true, there are some of
Flint's men aboard and they've mutinied.

Some of Flint's men?

-Not one who hadn't had one leg?
-You mean Silver?

Aye, that was his name,
Long John Silver.

The devil couldn't hold
a lit candle to him.

Everyone was afraid of Flint...

...but even Flint was
afeard of Long John Silver.

Water.

It's sweet.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, this will do us quite well, I believe.

HUNTER:
Sir?

Come along, Hunter, back to the ship.
No time to dillydally.

And most importantly, there's
a good supply of clean water.

It flows from a little spring
beneath the house.

It will serve us better than our
present situation onboard ship.

We can scarcely get at the water bags.
They're stored forward with the mutineers.

What do you--? You mean I
have to give up my ship?

Squire, with no water in this
heat, we won't last three days.

The doctor's quite right, I'm
afraid.

Much as I hate to abandon my ship,
we stand a better chance...

...from a strategic point of view, on
a fortified situation on the island.

Once we've whipped these blaggards, we
can retake the ship at our leisure.

All right. You're the captain.

-Easy now, Hunter.
-Easy with that gun, Mr. Hunter.

-Careful.
-I have it. I have it.

Stow it forward, squire, if you please.

-Make it fast, Redruth.
-Come along, man, get aboard.

Take the ship, Joyce.

Row easy, men. They've spotted us.

Get Silver!

Get Silver! Go on, wake up! Go
get Silver!

Row.

-That's the landing there, captain.
-Very good, doctor.

My God, the gun.

Run out your gun.

Israel was Flint's gunner,
for the love of God.

Row, lads.

Stretch out, sink or swim.

Mustn't mind if we swamp her now.

Primer.

Primer.

Right, squire, pick me off one of those men.
Hands, if possible.

Get out of there.

-Well shot.
-Good shot, squire.

Yes. Yes, it was. Thank you.
Thank you, Redruth. Thank you.

[ALL SHOUTING AND COUGHING]

-Here.
-Hunter.

-Hunter.
-Save the guns.

Aye, aye, captain.

Keep your powder dry.

Come on, man. Coming through.

Get the powder keg.

Breathe out!

Come through with that.

Heave, they're coming out of their boat.

Move back here!

Hunter, come on.

He's down.

-I'm all right. I'm all right.
-Hold on, squire, the keg.

-Run to the stockade, men.
-Come on, come on, everybody.

Come on. Move yourself, man.

Now, this way. This way.

-Here we go.
-Come on, boys.

Run, run. Come on.

Move along, Joyce.

Come on. After them, lads.

Come on now, the other side of the hill.

[SHOUTS]

[GUNFIRE]

[GRUNTS]

Hold it. Hold it.

Up. Up, up.

-Sir!
-We're coming now.

Start it, Hunter.

Get him down. Get him down.

-George?
-Out of the way, George.

Down with them! Cut them down!

Fire!

Bloody hell.

Come on, sir.

Bite the bullet, man.

They've had their rations
for the day, I reckon.

Be I going, doctor?

Tom...

...you're going home, Tom.

I will.

I wish I had another look at
him with my musket.

You did very well, Tom. Very, very well.

Might you be saying a prayer, sir?

The custom, it is, and all.

Hunter, can you say a prayer?

[CLEARS THROAT]

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.

He maketh me lie down in green pastures.

Forgive me, Tom.

-He leadeth me beside still waters.
-Wait, man.

-He restoreth my soul.
-What's to forgive?

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death...

...I will fear no evil...

...for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Surely, goodness and mercy will
follow me all the days of my life...

...and I will dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.

Captain Flint's old fort.

-Your friends are there. JIM:
Most likely, it's the mutineers.

What? Flying the red ensign? Silver
would be flying the Jolly Roger.

Hey. Look.

-They've begun the fight.
-Ha, ha.

No doubt about it.

Blaze away. You've little
enough powder already, my lads.

Have to do better than that, lads.

Now, you just run down there,
mind the round shot...

...and tell the squire what I said.

Ben Gunn has been on this
island for three years...

...and most of his time was taken up
with finding-- Well, another matter.

And, Jim, tell the squire that if those
pirates stay ashore this night...

...they'll be widows in the
morning. Ha, ha.

And Jim, don't forget the cheese!

Doctor. Squire. Hello.

TRELAWNEY: Jim.

-Where the devil have you been, boy?
-Took you for dead, lad.

They seem to have run out
of ammunition.

-No, no, no, doctor, their guns are too hot.
-More than likely.

Parmesan cheese?

Why, he says he has a fancy
for Parmesan cheese?

Yes, sir.

Toasted, actually.

Good heavens.

I think he's mad, sir.

-He says he's rich.
-Rich? Ha-ha-ha.

When a man's spent three years
on a desert island...

...he can't appear as sane as you and me.

This is all stuff.
The man's a lunatic, a maroon.

Of no use to us whatsoever.

We're outnumbered by the pirates more
than three to one, they got the ship.

I think we may count upon two
allies there, rum and the climate.

If Silver's camped where I think
he has, I'll stake my wig...

...half his men will be on their
back with fever within a week.

MAN: I wanna drink.

Damn on you, lazy bugger, wake up.

[SHOUTS]

What's the matter with you?

-Jesus.
-Someone's cut his throat.

Oh, Shut up, Israel. Damn your eyes.

What's the matter with you, lubbers?

You'd think you'd never seen a
man with his throat cut before.

Flag of truce. Flag of truce.

To your post, men. Keep on the cover.

Flag of truce.

Flag of truce, eh?

Captain Silver will come
onboard and make terms.

Captain Silver? Don't know him.

It's only me, sir.

These poor lads have chose me captain
after you deserted the ship, sir.

[CHUCKLES]

Now, all I ask is a parley
and safe conduct...

...in and out of this here stockade.

If there's treachery, it'll
be on your side, not ours.

-That's enough for me, captain.
-No, no, Barbecue. Don't trust them.

Believe that.

I knows a gentleman when I sees one.

You had better sit down.

-Ain't you going to let me inside?
SMOLLET: I am not.

Well, you'll have to help me
up again, that's all.

Ah, there's young Jim. Top
of the morning to you, Jim.

Doctor, my service. Squire.

If you got something to say then
say it and be done with it.

Right, you were, squire. Duty is duty.

That were a good scheme of yours
last night, I don't deny it.

One of you is mighty handy with a knife.

I don't deny neither,
some of us were shook.

I was shook myself, but I tell you...

...if I had woke a second sooner,
I'd have caught you in the act.

Poor lad was still warm when I found him.

Well, we want that treasure and we'll have
it, one way or the other, that's our point.

You just as soon save your
lives, I reckon, that's yours.

-Now, you have a chart, haven't you?
-That as it may be...

...we know what you meant to do,
Silver, only now you can't do it.

Well, you needn't be so husky with a man.

Here's the lay of it.

You give us that chart, leave off
the shooting of poor seaman...

...the cutting of their throats
and we'll give you a choice.

Either you come aboard the Hispaniola,
once the treasure is shipped...

...and I'll give you my affy-davy...

...to clap you somewhere safe ashore.
If that don't suit your fancy...

...you can stay here and I'll
give my affy-davy as before...

...to speak to the first ship I sight
and send them back to pick you up.

Handsomer than that,
you couldn't look to find.

[CHUCKLES]

Is that all?

Every last word, by thunder.

Refuse that, you've seen the
last of me, but musket-balls.

Now, you hear me.

You can't sail the ship and
you can't find the treasure.

You're on a lee shore, Silver.

If you come up unarmed, I'll give you
my word to clap you all in irons...

...and take you back
to a fair trial in England.

Refuse that....

My name is Alexander Smollet.

I've flown my sovereigns colors and
I'll see you all to Davy Jones.

-Give me a hand up.
-Not I.

Who will give me a hand up?

Christ. Bloody....

Before this hour is out...

...you mark my words, Captain Smollet...

...I'll stove in this
blockhouse like a rum puncheon.

Them that dies will be the lucky ones.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
PIRATES: Heave.

-And....
-Come on, you swabs, break your backs.

-Pull.
PIRATES: Heave.

Heave.

MAN: And....
PIRATES: Heave.

Now, men, I've given Silver a broadside.
Pitched it in red-hot on purpose.

And I expect we'll be attacked directly.

I have no doubt we can drub him
if you fight with discipline.

Now, we've a swivel gun
and a score of muskets.

Jim, you low to the table
and power the cutlasses there.

-Doctor, take the door, but stand well back.
-Yes, captain.

Hunter man a swivel gun.
Joyce, take the south wall.

-Mr. Trelawney--
-If you please, sir.

If I see anyone, am I to fire?

SMOLLET: As I told you.
-Very good, sir. Thank you, sir.

Right. Squire--

-Yes, I will take the west side.
-Quite so.

Everyone have a cutlass handy.

If they board us, it'll come to hand--

Mr. Joyce.

Bloody hell.

They brought up a gun.

Damn the blighters.

Heave.

Heave and heave.

-Anyone hurt?
-No. All right.

Scoundrels!

Did you hit your man?

I think not, sir. I'm afraid
I missed the blighter.

-I'm sorry, it won't happen again.
-Better to tell the truth. Hawkins, load.

Give it to them.

[SCREAMING]

Musket. Thanks, lad.

Fire!

Hold it, mate.

Fire!

-Master Hawkins, are you all right?
-Yes, sir.

Good, lad.

Take this, you damn swabs.

[CHUCKLES]

All right, lads, ready to board.

Get out there. Come on, you swabs.

-This loaded? They're loaded?
-Yes, sir.

[COUGHING]

-Attack!
-The swivel gun.

Jim, behind you.

Well, don't stop. Keep loading.

[SHOUTS]

From the sea!

-Out, lads, fight them in the open.
-Come on. Come on.

-I'll take him, doctor.
-Get him.

[GRUNTING]

Quite unnecessary, Joyce.
Save your ammunition, man.

I'll try to. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING]

Hunter, we must silence that gun.

Aye, aye, sir.

Get the powder keg.

-Right, sir.
-Fuse, man. Hurry.

[MAN SCREAMING]

TRELAWNEY: Jim!
-No!

[SCREAMING]

-Ready?
-Aye, aye, sir.

[CHUCKLES]

[SHOUTING]

-Shoot at him.
-Kill him.

Kill him, you bloody swab.

[SCREAMING]

Get back here, you bloody yellow dog.

-Easy now.
-Come on.

-Get him inside.
-Come on. Get him inside.

-Sit him right down.
-There you go.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[COUGHING]

Have some, here.

Now, you lie quietly, captain.

You have an ugly splinter wound.

And if you keep still and do not
freight about, then you will live.

Aye, aye, doctor.

And you, watch your step.

Doctor, may I come with you?

I'm afraid not, Jim. You had quite
enough adventure for one day.

-I'll be back before sun up.
-Good luck to you, doctor.

LIVESEY: Thank you, squire.

Where in the name of
Davy Jones be he going?

TRELAWNEY: Why, to find Ben Gunn.
-I wish I were going with him.

My, God. That's the first ship I ever lost.

Blast these bloody buccaneers to hell.

JIM: So it was that I took
French leave of my comrades.

I was a fool, if you like,
but I was only a boy...

...and I had a scheme in my head
and was determined to do it.

I would go down to the
mouth of the river...

...and find the boat Ben Gunn said
he had hidden in the mangroves.

There were only two lights
visible in the darkness.

The great fire on shore...

...and the pinpoints of light
coming from the anchored ship.

It was then that the rest of the
scheme took shape in my mind.

And I set out to retake the
Hispaniola.

MAN 1: Oh, come on.

-He's there. Come on.
MAN 2: Give it.

MAN 1: What do you mean? MAN 2:
Shut up, you bloody swab bastard.

It's mine.

MAN 1: Trying to cheat me out of
my treasure as well as my rum.

Well, I owned that and it belongs to me.

MAN 2: Damn you!

[SHOUTS]

[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING]

[SCREAMING]

[HANDS GROANS]

Come aboard, Mr. Hands.

Rum.

Oh. By thunder, I wanted some of that.

Much hurt, are we?

Where might you have come from, eh, laddie?

I've come aboard to take
possession of the ship, Mr. Hands.

-You'll please regard me as your captain.
-Now, look here.

You give me food and drink...

...an old handkerchief
to tie my leg up with...

...and I'll tell you
how to get some sail on her...

...and lay a course back to the island.

I'm not going back to the anchorage.

I mean to take her to the North
Inlet and beach her there.

To be sure you do.

I'm not such an infernal lubber after all.

And now you ask the wind of me.

North Inlet, it is.

Heave away the halyard!

Stand by the forecourse.

Turn your sails.

Heave away on it.

I'll take the wheel now, Mr. Hands.

Aye, there's Foremast Hill.

North Inlet's just beyond.

Take your orders from me,
Captain Hawkins...

...and we'll beach this hulk
and be done with it.

Take her up going into the wind.

There's a good place to beach
your ship in, Hawkins.

North of Cat's Paw.

Stand by the luffer.

Starboard a little.

Larboard a little.

Steady.

Steady as she goes.

Now, my Hawkins...

...take her into the wind.

[GUN CLICKS]

[GUN CLICKS]

Oh, Jim.

[HANDS CHUCKLES]

You didn't keep your powder dry, hey?

Didn't they learn you nothing?

[GRUNTING]

One more step, Mr. Hands,
and I'll blow your brains out.

Jim, shipmate.

I reckon we're fouled, eh?

You and me, we'll have to sign articles.

I never have no luck, not I.

And I guess I'll have to
strike my colors with you...

...which comes hard for a master
mariner to a ship's younker like you.

[CHUCKLES]

[SHOUTING]

[SCREAMING]

[SHOUTS]

PARROT: Pieces of eight!

SILVER:
Hey. Come on, who's there?

Light that torch, Bill.

Why, it's Jim Hawkins.

Shiver me timbers. Dropped in, like, eh?

I take that friendly.

Well, Jim, here you are.

Quite a pleasant surprise for old John.

I'll give you the truth of it. I
always wanted you to join with us...

...and take your share
and die a gentleman...

...and now, my lad, you've got to.

Oh?

See here, you can't go back to
your own lot, they won't have you.

-Ungrateful scamp, the captain calls you.
MAN: Right.

So without, you start a whole
ship's company by yourself...

...which might be lonely, you'll
have to join with Captain Silver.

Well, he ain't getting my share.

-Am I to answer, then?
-No one's a-pressing of you, lad.

Take your bearings.

Well, if I'm to choose...

...I say I have a right to
know what's what.

He'd be the lucky one as knowed that.

You'll perhaps batten down your
hatches till you're spoke to.

Yesterday morning...

...Mr. Hawkins, in the dogwatch, down
come Dr. Livesey with a flag of truce.

"Captain Silver," he says,
"you're sold out. Ship's gone."

Well, we looked out,
and by thunder, he was right.

The old ship was gone.

"Well," says the doctor,
"now let's bargain."

So he did. Here we are, blockhouse,
stores, rum, whole blessed boat.

As for them, they tramped away out
of here, which I don't know where.

Is that all?

It's all you're to know for now, my son.

Very well.

You're in a bad way.

Ship lost, treasure lost, your
whole business gone to wreck.

And if you wanna know who did it...

-...it was I.
-You?

Yeah. I was in the apple barrel
the night we sighted land.

I heard you and Dick and Israel Hands
who is now at the bottom of the sea.

As for the ship...

...I cut her cable and brought her to
a place where you'll never see her...

-...not one of you.
-What?

Silence fore and aft.

Is that your answer, lad?

Kill me if you like.

But one thing, if you spare
me, bygones are bygones...

...and when you're all in
court for piracy and murder...

...I'll save you all I can.

Kill another if you like or keep a
witness to save you from the gallows.

Yeah, good.

It was him that knowed Black Dog.

It was him who lifted the
chart from Billy Bones.

First to last, I reckon, we've
split upon you, Jim Hawkins.

Go on, skin him from the neck.

Kill him.
Give him the Spanish torture.

Well, lad, here goes.

Who be you, George Merry?

Maybe you thought
you was captain here, perhaps.

By the powers, I'll teach you better.

I'm captain here by election.

Captain because I'm the best
man by a long sea mile.

I like that boy.

I never seen a better boy than that.

He's more a man than any pair of
you bilge rats a-boarded here.

Let me see the man
who'll lay a hand on him.

Draw a cutlass, him that dares.

I'll show you the color of his insides.

Hmm.

Asking your pardon, captain.

You're pretty free with some of the rules.

Perhaps you'll kindly keep an
eye on the rest.

This crew's dissatisfied. This
crew has rights like other crews.

We claims our rights
and steps outside for council.

Fo'c'sle council.

According to rules.

See you, Jim.

You're within half a plank of
death, or worse.

And they're going to throw me off.

But I'll stand by you, thick or thin.

"You stand by Hawkins," I says
to myself, "he'll stand by you."

JIM: You mean all's lost?

That's about it.

I'll save your life if I can...

...but, Jim, if we gets off
this here lee shore...

...you save old John from swinging, huh?

I'll do what I may.

Ah, that's good enough for me.

Oh, here comes a squall, or I'm mistook.

Let them come, lad, I've still
got a shot in me locker.

Well, hand it over, lubber.

Step up, Dick, I won't eat you.

The black spot, I thought so.

Where might you have got the paper?

Oh, hello, this ain't lucky.

You've gone and cut this out of a Bible.
What fools cut a Bible?

There. What'd I say?
"No good'll come to that," I said.

Well, you've about fixed it now.
What soft-headed lubber had a Bible?

-Well, Dick.
-Then Dick can get to prayers.

-He's had his slice of luck as Dick.
-It weren't my idea.

Now, look here, Silver.

This crew's tipped you the black spot.
Turn it over, read what's wrote there.

Thank you, George.
You always was brisk for business...

-...and knowed the rules by heart.
-Aye.

"Deposed."

Very pretty wrote to be sure.
Your hand of write, George?

You'll be captain next, I shouldn't wonder.

You're done, Long John.

You made a hash of this cruise.

You let the enemy out of this trap
here for nothing? Why? I don't know.

Which you wouldn't let us go
at them on the march, neither.

Which made good sea sense to me.

And there's this here boy.

Now, you just step down here and help vote.

-Is that all?
GEORGE: Enough too.

We'll all swing and sun-dry
for your bungling.

And you're near the mark there by Christ.

Looks like a hornpipe in a
rope's end at Execution Dock.

But my bungling? For you that done it.

You, George, and you, Tom Morgan...

...you infernal gang
of grass-combing lubbers.

Not me.

If I'd had my way, we'd be sitting
aboard the Hispaniola right now...

...eating a plum duff with
our hold full of treasure.

And you have that Davy Jones' insolence
to stand up for captain over me...

...George Merry,
you miserable son of a whore.

[SHOUTING]

The map.

It's Flint's map.

That's Flint right enough. J.F. A score below
with a clove hitch to it, so he done ever.

-Where?
-Mighty pretty.

But how are we going to get away with it?
Us and no ship.

I give you warning, George,
one more word of your sauce...

...and I'll eat your liver for breakfast.

Now I resign, by thunder.

I'll let who you want for
captain. I'm done with it.

No, John, you're captain here.

Barbecue for captain.
Barbecue for captain.

Well, George, looks like you'll
have to wait another turn.

This, uh, black spot, it ain't
good for much now, is it?

Dick's crossed his luck and spoiled
his Bible, that's about all.

Here, Jim. Here's a curiosity for you.

It's from Revelation.

"Without are dogs and murderers."

[CHUCKLES]

Amen to that.

-Blockhouse, ahoy!
-It's the doctor.

Hello, doctor. Top of the morning.

We've got quite a surprise for you, sir.

A new boarder and lodger.

Fit as a fiddle and slept like a
supercargo alongside of old John.

JIM: Doctor.
-Jim, what on--?

Aye, Jim as ever was.

Here's your patients. All ready, doctor.

Well, well, duty first. Let's
overhaul these patients of yours.

Well, George Merry, how goes it?

You're a pretty color, certainly.
Did you take your bolus?

-Has he taken his medicine, men?
-Aye, aye, sir.

-Aye, like a soldier.
-Good. Here's another draft. Go on.

-Next.
-Dick don't feel well, sir.

-I feel fine.
-Oh, step up here, lad.

-Let's see your tongue.
-No.

Tongue.

Clear. Your tongue is fit to frighten the French.
Another fever, Mr. Silver.

-Shocking.
-There.

-There. That come to spoiling Bibles.
-It wasn't my idea.

That's what come to being arrant asses,
not knowing honest air from poison.

Camping in a swamp.

[CHUCKLES]

You've got malaria, Dick.
Take this medicine.

Oh, come on, lad, take it.

That's it. Off you go.

Well, that's done for the day, I believe.

You see, Jim, as I'm a mutineer's
doctor, as a part of the bargain...

...I make it a point not to lose
a man for King George's gallows.

And now, I'd wish to have a
talk with this boy, please.

-No, no, my God.
-Oh, shut up, George.

Hawkins, give your word of honor as a
young gentleman not to slip your cable?

-Oh, just a darmy minute.
-Aye. Aye, sir.

All right, doctor, you just
step outside the palisade.

I'll bring the boy down. You
can yarn through the spars.

-Silver, you're playing--
-No, by thunder!

You bloody damn fools.

You think we're going to break the treaty
the very day we go hunting treasure?

Break it when the time comes.

Right.

Come along, Jim.

Easy, lad. They can round
on us in an instant.

Doctor.

Boy'll tell you how I saved his
life and were deposed for it too.

Steering mighty close to the
wind with these cutthroats.

You won't think it amiss, mayhap, to speak
a good word for me when the time comes.

Why, John, you're not afraid.

Doctor, you know I'm no coward...

...but I'll confess I have the
shakes upon me for the gallows.

That's a long stretch, is that.

And I'll step aside now.

So, Jim, here you are.

As you have brewed,
so shall you drink, my boy.

When Captain Smollet was well,
you dared not have ran off.

When he was wounded, by George,
it was downright cowardly.

Doctor, you might spare me.

I've blamed myself enough.

I'm as good as dead anyway. I'd be
dead by now if it weren't for Silver.

I'm not afraid to die.

And I guess I deserve it.

But if they should come to torture me--

Torture? Jim, Jim, we can't have this.
Whip over and we'll run for it.

-Doctor, I passed my word.
-Yes, I know, I know.

-But I gave my word.
-Yes, so you did, Jim.

But never mind all that. I'll
take it on my own shoulders.

Now, jump. One jump and you're out.
We'll run like antelopes. Hmm?

No.

You wouldn't do it yourself.

Very well. You're a brave lad. But
why should they want to talk to you?

Because they know
I know where the ship is.

-The ship?
-Yeah. The Hispaniola.

I cut her cable,
part by luck, part by risking.

I got her beached in the North
Inlet, safe and sound.

The ship.

Jim, well done.

At every step,
it's you that saves our lives.

You don't imagine we're going
to let you lose yours.

Silver.

Let me give you some advice.

I shouldn't be in too much
hurry to find that treasure.

I'll do what's possible, which that ain't.

Doctor, I can only save my life and
the boy's by seeking that treasure.

-You may lay to that.
-Very well.

But look for squalls when you find it.

Now, you said either too much
or too little.

Too much by far.

Now, you keep that boy close beside you.

If you need any help, halloo.

Good day to you, Mr. Silver.

-Bye, Jim.
-Goodbye.

God keep you.

Come along, lad.
We're going on a treasure hunt.

Aah! Just you keep close
alongside of old Long John.

I've seen the doctor signal you
to run and I've seen you say no.

That's one to you, Jim.

South southeast, for Spy-glass
Hill.

Mateys.

-Silver.
-He can't have found the treasure.

No, he didn't do that. This
here's only Spy-glass Hill.

DICK: What sort of way is
that for bones to lie?

It ain't in nature.

I have a notion.

Spy-glass Hill, tall tree, the
point north and north northeast.

Here, Jim, just you take a bearing
there along the line of them bones.

North northeast. They point north.

I thought so.

[CHUCKLES]

This here's a pointer.

By thunder, that Flint were a cold bastard.

Him and six was alone here.

He killed them, every man.

And this one he hauled here and laid
out with a compass for a bearing.

Shiver my timbers.

Six they were and six are we.

Great guns, if Flint were living now,
this'll be a hot spot for you and me.

Clear there, stow this talk.
Flint's dead.

Fetch a course for the doubloons.
The point north to north northeast.

Come on, lad.

George, rig a line, aloft with you.

There you go, lad.

Get into that line now.

All right, lad.

Clamp on to that part.

Jim, I can manage.

I told you, you can make it with me.

Off you go.

[GRUNTS]

Good lad.

Heave away.

I don't feel sharp.

Thinking of Flint, it were, has done me.

Thinking at all has done you, Tom Morgan.

You can praise your stars Flint's dead.

He died bad, Flint did.

He was an ugly devil too.
Blue in the face.

That's how the rum took him. Right, he did.
And all around him.

BEN [SINGING]: Fifteen men
on a dead man's chest

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

It's Flint, by thunder.

Flint as ever it was.

-Holy spirit--
-Now, hold fast now.

That might've come about
that someone's larking about.

Someone that's flesh and blood
too, you may lay to that.

But you know, that sounded
mighty like Flint to me.

BEN: Darby McGraw.

Darby McGraw.

Fetch aft the rum, Darby.

Darby McGraw.

They were his last words.
His last words on this Earth.

[BEN LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

But one man of his crew alive,
what went to sea with 75.

[LAUGHING]

That fixes it. Let's go.

[SHOUTS]

Hold on now.

There's nobody on this island
ever heard of Darby, none but us.

-Also the devil.
-You hear me.

I come to get that treasure.

I was never afeard of Flint in life, and
by the powers, I ain't afeard of him dead.

There's 700,000 pounds
not a quarter mile from here.

It's child's play to find it.

Seven hundred thousand gold and silver.

-And jewels too, I recollect.
-Aye.

Jewels by the bushel baskets.

-And silver bars.
-Aye.

Think on it, lads.

Seven hundred thousand pounds.

Belay there, John. Don't you
go a-crossing the spirit.

Spirit, eh? Well, maybe.

But man or beast or spirit, I don't
care if it's Beelzebub himself...

...I'm going to get that loot.

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

Aye, that's about the right bearing.

No time, my mates. All together!

[ALL SHOUTING]

-It's gone.
-What?

-Someone must've been here before us.
-Son of a dog.

Seven hundred thousand pounds,
by thunder, gone to the devil.

No.

Here, Jim, standby for trouble.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Two guineas.

-Is that it?
-By God.

Two guineas.

That's your 700,000 pounds, is it?

Keep digging, boys.

You'll find some pignuts,
I shouldn't wonder.

Pignuts? Damn your lies.

Look at him. He knew it all along.

Take a look at his face, mates.
You'll see it right there.

Standing for captain again, George?

Silver.

It's the doctor!

Run.

[SHOUTING]

Now, George, I reckon I settled you.

-Jim, are you all right?
-Fair enough, doctor.

Thank you, doctor.

You come in just about the nick, I'd say.

Ben Gunn.

Well, here you are.

Aye, I am Ben Gunn. I am.

And how do, Mr. Silver?
Pretty well, thank you, says you.

Darby McGraw. Darby McGraw.

-Ha, ha.
-It was Ben that found the treasure.

By God, how in blazes did he
do that without the map?

I found the skeleton, same as you...

...and I dug up the treasure
and carried it all on my back.

Many weary journeys it were too.

And I stored it all safely in my cave.

Ben.

Ben, to think it was you that done me.

No wonder you was so quick to give us that
map, doctor. It weren't good for nothing.

-Jim? Jim. Jim, thank God, you're still alive.
-You too, squire.

Good day to you, squire. It was life or
death on a lee shore for Jim and me.

Back to back, we were.

Long John Silver, you're a
prodigious villain and a liar, sir.

A monstrous impostor, sir.

The doctor here says I'm not to prosecute you
and I'll keep that side of the agreement.

But the dead men hang about
your neck like millstones, sir.

-Thank you kindly, squire.
-I dare you to thank me!

Jim. Well, Jim.

Silver, I see you've managed to
save your own neck once again.

Aye, aye, captain.
Come back to do me duties, sir.

Ah, yes.

You're a man to keep your word.
We all know that.

Stand aside, sir.

Jim, come with me.

I have something to show you.

Here, look.

Oh, my.

Jim...

...Flint's blood money.

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

LIVESEY: Well, squire.
-Doctor.

[LIVESEY LAUGHING]

JIM: I was kept busy all day in the cave,
packing the minted money into bags.

There was nearly every variety
of money in the world:

English, French, Spanish, Portuguese,
Chinese and Arabian coins...

...Georges and louis...

...gold doubloons and double
guineas and moidores...

...and sequins and silver pieces of eight.

All the treasure Flint had amassed
in a lifetime of blood and murder.

All the way, sir.

[SHOUTING]

You cack-handed old fool,
what are you doing?

I've been ashore too long, sir.

-Squire.
-Thank you, Silver.

Squire.

Come on, come on, come on.

Put your back into it up
front.

JIM: From the pirates who had fled into
the hinterlands, we heard no more.

We rowed out a great kedge
anchor on a hawsehole...

...and at the crest of the flood tide,
winched the Hispaniola off the sandbar...

...and set sail at last for home.

Headsails and courses, Mr.
Hunter.

Jim? Let go clew lines and foot lines.
Haul away!

Can't say I'm sorry to see the
last of that island be gone.

JIM:
I hope I never see it again.

A power of good men died aboard there.

And what's to become of old Long John?

Well, I expect you'll stand for trial. I
will testify on your part, as I promised.

Aye, Jim, your word's good, I knows that.

But them lawyers, they got ways...

...of twisting a man's words,
bending them back on him...

...till he's fouled by his own
haws, as it were.

I have a mortal fear of hanging.

You know that, Jim.

You never seen a man hanged
aboard ship, did you?

Ran up to the end of the
yardarm by his own mess mates.

Black hood over his face, kicking
and screaming, strangling slow.

Can take hours to die.

Not a pretty sight at all.

I wouldn't think so.

But maybe you should've thought of
that before you turned to piracy.

I won't be fooled by you
again, Long John.

You saved my life
and I'll try and save yours.

Meanwhile, maybe you better
get below.

The captain will be piping supper soon.

He'll have your other leg off,
if it's not ready.

You bucko.

What a pair we two could've made.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[GASPS]

Evening, Ben Gunn.

Evening, Barbecue.

Wouldn't it be a mortal shame
if you was to cry out now?

I might just let this here knife slip
and cut your throat to the neck bone.

It's mighty sharp.

-Right.
-Right.

Now, you just stay the course there and
give your old shipmate time to get away...

...and I'll forget all about how you
done me back there at the island.

Aye, aye, captain.

You give me a good half hour to
get up to windward, mind you.

I will.

And the best of luck to you, Silver.

Silver's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

For God's sake, man,
will you ever learn to knock?

He's taken a sack of doubloons...

-...and one of the gold bars.
-What?

Blast and damn.

[CHUCKLES]

Ben Gunn, what's the matter with you?
Didn't you see anything?

He must've gone right past
you, you waif-faced imbecile--

Oh, no, sir. I didn't see nothing, sir.

Just watching my course, like
a good seaman, sir. I was.

Can't you overhaul him, captain?

Oh, surely, you can sail the Hispaniola
faster than a little boat like that.

Not to windward. He has the
weather gauged of us, man.

We could tack about all night
and never catch him.

JIM: Of Silver, we heard no more.

That formidable, seafaring man
with one leg...

...has gone clean out of my life.

Perhaps he has found comfort
somewhere along the Spanish Main...

...plying his old trade.

As for Treasure Island, the bar
silver lies there still...

...but wild horses couldn't drive
me back to that accursed place.

In my worst nightmares, I still hear
the surf booming along its coast.

I sit up right in bed, with the sharp voice
of Captain Flint ringing in my ears.