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[tense music playing]

[Jim] The triangles, I believe, constitute a plan.

There's three parts to this island.

And the semicircle signifies Hell.

I thought you said this place was not inhabited.

- [wood thuds] - [squelches]

[groaning]

Which other man of the Hispaniola

did your murdered mother trust?

I don't know which of you killed her,

but four handles on the chest.

Six steps to gold.

We've done it, lads!

You'll get a fair trial.

- [darts whizzing] - [groans]

[Jim] Mother, how did we get to this point?

Please forgive me,

as I failed you

in proving who did murder you that fateful night.

Long John Silver or Mr. Graham.

But please know,

in these, my final hours...

I find solace knowing...

that we will soon be reunited.

[tense theme music]

[mysterious music]

[man] Welcome.

Behold. The savior.

By the bowels of Poseidon.

'Tis Ben Gunn.

[Gunn] Long John Silver.

Ndeko na barco, lui frera.

- What did you say? - "A crewmate is your brother."

[Gunn] I am your brother, Long John.

Maybe I should wash your feet, Judas.

In gratitude that your lust for wealth has brought you here.

When Captain Flint's grip

tightened about my throat...

to preserve myself,

I did stop my heart to beat...

and mouth to breathe.

And there he left me,

by the Veiled Lady,

pointing to Hell.

He lied to Blind Pew and Black Dog

that I schemed to take all these riches to myself.

And so there they left me, dead.

But once they were gone...

I found myself...

beatified.

Spanish missionaries, dispatched by the Pope himself

to the Americas

to convert the heathen,

shipwrecked some five years past.

But as the surgeon of the Albatross,

my arcane knowing of the mysteries of things

medicinal and herbal, why, Long John,

I did wrought such cures as to banish their diseases,

and render then more healthful then angels might dream.

And so, as water unto wine,

I did transubstantiate my children

from leper to saint.

And here you are, Long John Silver.

Captain Flint's familiar.

[speaking patois]

[Jim] What are you saying?

Release this man.

[groaning]

Remember, Silver. Jim saved your life.

To the same end I saved his.

There's something you want beyond treasure,

am I right, old friend?

What are you telling him?

The truth, Jim lad.

Treasure and treachery.

They goes together like a weevil in a biscuit.

I only want my life, Long John.

My treasure for your companions.

Damn it!

♪ When James and all his rebel band ♪

♪ Came up to Bishops Gate ♪

♪ With heart and hand and sword and shield ♪

- ♪ We forced them to retreat ♪ - [man] Shut up!

♪ The cry was no surrender ♪

- ♪ But come when duty calls ♪ - [man] Give it a rest, Meg!

♪ With heart and hand and sword and shield ♪

♪ We'll guard old Derry's Walls ♪

[soft speaking]

- ...you are a friend of ours. - Thank you.

[Graham] He mocks us and leaves us for dead.

[Cameron] And he leaves us for... for what?

Damn him. Damn Silver, damn.

As our bard once said,

"A pirate's a pirate for a' that."

And these priests, what do they plan for us?

Ben Gunn, he's still here.

Why he doesn't want the treasure?

Please, drink, gentlemen.

No.

[man] You must sleep and fast in preparation.

[Graham] What?! Preparation for what?

[man] This will also us to administer the dose

without resistance, as in a dream.

[man] It is God's will.

Bosun.

Uh...

Mr. Meg! Mr. Meg!

The boy!

Boy!

Boy! Oh.

Um...

[coughs]

[retches]

[coughing]

[boy] Mammy...

Lads, yon rum's turned us

into a bunch of Fenian drunkards.

Long John Silver is our captain.

And as sure as the Bishop of Rome

is the Antichrist,

he'll have our treasure

and be on his way back.

So we must be sober...

and be set to slip the anchor.

- Aye. - Aye.

[goats bleating]

[coughing]

What happened?

Ah, that drink.

What did it do to us? I can barely move my limbs.

- I can't feel my body. - Nor me.

[Graham] Mr. Silver and his porters.

How far to the bay where the Hispaniola's anchored?

[Cameron] Uh... no more than a day's walk.

[Jim] No, Ben Gunn and his people

will know a route of easy terrain.

We need out of here.

How?

Hey. What have you done to us?

[Jim] Why do you hold us captive, Father?

[loud thud]

[Gunn] We must temper the tincture before

the trial on the strangers. It is too strong.

You will try again with some other creature?

Time runs against me, old friend.

We push forward.

[groaning]

Gentlemen.

I am dying.

The cause is, I believe,

inhalation of the miasma from the Manchineel tree.

And the pain...

the pain is...

unbearable. It rots me from within.

This pipe ease the pain, but I need a cure.

For which purpose, by Long John's contrivance,

this boy is with us.

God's will has brought you here.

Hale and healthy.

Not specimens,

but men.

- Poison pollutes his blood! - Savior, Savior...

He cannot be the agency of my cure

in this condition!

Sister Immaculata.

The boy is poisoned.

He will die.

Die?

[panting]

[Immaculata] Do not fear.

I will make this remedy. Then I shall tend

to your wounds.

You're safe here.

The cure is close.

Cure? What cure?

You are both healthy.

You'll serve your purpose.

You will save the Savior.

The remedy must be tried. It must be shown to work.

You can't experiment on us.

Like that bird?

You will sacrifice us for nothing!

If you die...

well, then it's God's will.

[Jim gasping]

Ben Gunn is not who he pretends.

He is no savior.

- I shot the poison arrow. - What?

And saved you from the burden of saving the Savior.

This poison to your hand, which I have tempered...

it renders your blood impure.

I don't understand.

The Savior's sickness.

It grows in his guts.

He believes the cause is the scent

of the Manchineel tree.

That killed Mr. Arra.

And seeks a cure.

A tincture based upon the fruit of the same tree.

He wanted you to drink the essence.

So your blood will make the cure

to that which seeks to take his life.

But I have protected you.

[distant hollering]

[Cameron groaning]

Wait! Wait, no, no, wait-- aah!

Please! No, no! Aah!

No. No.

You preserve me, that means my friend is sacrificed?

No, I need to leave.

No!

The Savior must be saved.

But not by you.

Pray this be the cure.

You will be first.

It is the divine will.

You can't do this!

What's wrong with you people? This is madness!

Your lust for treasure is sinful.

Empty.

I seek it only...

only to honor my dead mother.

She was murdered.

Please, please, please.

Listen to me. Please.

I seek no other cause but what I must know.

Long John Silver or Aaron Graham.

Which of these men killed my mother?

Please, I must know.

[Gunn coughing]

[tense music]

No, no, no, no.

[man] Sister Immaculata!

[Gunn coughing]

[groaning]

Three red. One yellow.

Two green.

[moaning]

Mammy.

Mammy!

[Meg] The treasure?

It's the treasure.

I see it.

By Good King Billy, it's-- it's Captain Flint's treasure.

But... where's Captain Silver?

- [loud bang] - Oh!

Sound the alarm!

She's slipped anchor!

- Unfurl the sails! - [bell ringing]

- Unfurl the damn sails! - Unfurl the sails!

[yells]

Mr. Graham, drink this.

This will stop the paralysis within a minute.

How did you...

Jim Hawkins, I remember everything.

Okay?

[distant chanting]

Drink this.

No!

You will step away!

The disease cures the disease.

He must survive,

and his blood will make the cure.

I will be saved.

Do it, my friend, or the boy dies.

[Jim] How many will you kill?

Mr. Cameron?

Mr. Graham?

Me?

And then? Who?

Brother Ignatius?

Your friend?

Sister Immaculata?

To whom you've imparted the total of your wisdom,

and in whose mind you'll live on?

You are the captain of this ship, Ben Gunn.

You may ply Mr. Cameron, and any of us,

with your experiments.

But you render yourself no savior.

Only a pirate.

Pray for me.

[tense music]

[dramatic music]

Ha! We done it, lad.

[squawking]

[Graham] Do not move, Mr. Silver!

[music fades]

Oh!

[gunshot]

[groans]

One charged firearm left.

You have no cards to play, Mr. Silver.

Where's the Hispaniola?

Scuttled.

His scheme since we disembarked.

Soak the crew in gallons of rum,

so when he unmoors the ship,

they're too grogged to right her.

And he's planned construction of this vessel all along.

So now you'll take her and the treasure

after you've shot me dead?

We're not brothers in this.

We never were.

Well, lads.

She's a fine craft.

A touch rowdy in the beam.

And if I patch her up...

she'll stand her canvas all the way to Bristol.

Lads!

What is done is done.

We've had a fine time of it,

plotting and cadging against one another.

So maybe...

this crippled old sea dog

what has the flow of the Atlantic currents,

the turns in the wind,

moon and stars in him blood and bones,

can help you home to your land of civility and luxury.

If we eke out our nourishments wisely...

I will have you all in Europe by Candlemas.

You are once again our captive, Mr. Silver.

I am aye your captive, Mr. Graham.

Mondo cosi cosi.

[stirring music]

[music fades]

Winds and currents in your blood and bones, Mr. Silver?

Mm. I feels it.

It's only one man's rations.

Calm yourself, Mr. Cameron.

This ol' ocean never let me down before,

and I don't believe she will now.

- [metal clanks] - Ah!

Pardon, Mr. Graham.

Just getting her fixulated on a steady course.

[grunts]

Well, Captain Silver, it seems we are all square again.

Let's not have captaincy and rank and such.

In this watery nation, there be but one law

aboard The Walrus.

Ndeko na barco, lui frera.

"Your crewmate is your brother."

[Silver chuckling]

Fly as a weevil in a biscuit, Jim.

May I ask you a question, Captain Silver?

For all your plots and schemes,

where exactly were you bound, all alone with your riches?

I had plans.

What plans?

Well, if I or Mr. Cameron or even Jim here...

if we were to wash up on the shore of England or France

or Spain even...

we could quite easily

realize the monetary value of this commodity here.

But you, Captain Silver,

even the possession of the gold necklace

around your neck...

it would render you liable to arrest...

without trial, without appeal.

The treasure would simply be taken from you.

Because... in this cruel world,

a man like you, a man from Africa...

neither created in God's so-called image

or a citizen of the state...

a man like you has no rights.

The moment you made landfall...

you would no longer be a man, would you?

For this treasure...

it is to you worthless.

These are things you already know.

You always have.

I am but one of fortune's minions, Jim.

The sea be my nation,

only and always.

And here, betwixt birth and death...

I gets to play the game.

No winning, no losing, just a-playing.

Always the playing.

Out there, I is more than a pirate.

I is a man.

[dramatic music]

[squawks]

Easy, lad, easy.

Where are we, Mr. Cameron?

Nowhere near home.

And we're running out of rations.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women.

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus,

Oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners now, at the hour of our death.

Amen.

You adhere to the Church of Rome, Mr. Cameron?

A comfort in times of need.

I've hardly lived.

Hardly lived, Jim lad?

You made a fair-sized wave on this great ocean.

I'd say.

And in respect to the treasure...

damn you played your cards well and wisely.

As well and as wisely as any man I've known.

Even Captain Flint his self.

[Jim] Mother, I will not be a man,

a gentleman if you will, who dies in debt.

Damn me, Mother, but before I expire,

I will discover who it was that took your life.

Long John Silver or Aaron Graham?

My sometime friends,

one of whom will die my implacable enemy.

[Graham, faintly] Jim?

[Jim] Which of these men killed you?

- [Graham] Jim. - [Jim] I will know.

[Graham] Jim.

At this, the hour of my death...

I would know who killed my mother.

Mr. Graham.

You arranged to go to her cabin at eight bells.

And I delayed.

By the time I resolved to go to her,

you'd found her dead.

Or you went before eight bells.

As could any man on that ship.

But who on that ship would she trust to open her door to?

Your mother was done in betwixt seven and eight bells.

Closer to seven, I reckon.

Cuz it take near half an hour for arsenic to do its work.

Knowledgeable in such matters.

And you, Mr. Silver,

kept me atop the rigging before seven bells.

And were seen in dispute with her.

[Silver] Aye. Dispute.

So why would she open her door and have a drink with me?

And Mr. Graham, what hazed you and her?

In the national interest.

Mr. Cameron?

Means nothing now...

but he was under commission to see the San Domingue

subjugated to Great British.

And licensed by the Crown to take the life of any man

under prosecution of his damned national interest.

Or any woman.

I did not kill her.

Jim, believe me, I did not kill her.

How could I?

I had come to love the damned woman.

[Cameron] He lies.

Again, more of these games.

Arsenic in her brandy as sure as night follows day.

How do you know she was drinking brandy?

She always drank gin.

I never once saw her drink brandy a day of her life.

There was a bottle of brandy and two glasses in her cabin.

Are you sure?

[Silver] He is Jim Hawkin.

He remember everything.

I gave her a bottle of brandy that night.

So you killed the cat to get the poison to kill the widow

and freight the blame to me.

Now trying to blame me?

[knocking on door]

I must have words with you.

Your life is in danger.

Come in.

Why? Why?

Answer me. Why?

My family!

We rose for the Jacobite cause in '45.

We lost.

Surrendered with honor, and yet you came.

English.

Hanoverian savages.

You slaughtered our tenants, divested us of our lands.

This does not die with men and women.

This lives and grows and festers

in the hearts of their children

and their children's children!

The treasure finances another rising

and you, Mr. Graham, or you, Mr. Silver,

hang for the murder of Bess Hawkins.

I saved your life!

My mother did nothing to cause you or your people any harm.

The treasure's our revenge, Jim.

- Revenge? - Aye.

Revenge!

[sputtering]

I can't swim.

I can't swim.

[groaning]

Jim, help me.

Jim! Ah.

[coughing]

Help. Jim!

I can't swim, Jim!

Jim!

Ah! Jim!

Jim lad.

You're all right.

You spared Mr. Cameron the agonies we're about to face.

Aye.

It goes away, Jim.

Killing a man.

Mr. Graham speaks sense.

For once.

[soft chuckle]

Mr. Silver, you once told me,

you're innocent until you kill.

Aye, well.

You kill a man,

you parcels it in a corner of your soul

and you move forward.

Always forward, never aft.

You hear me?

[Graham] We're taking on water.

[Silver] Damn bullet must've weakened the hull.

Jim, get the cup.

We join my mother,

Billy Bones, Mr. Arra,

Captain Flint and all your mates of the Albatross, Mr. Silver.

Not bad company to keep, in my opinion.

[water splashes]

[water splashing]

[tense music]

Mr. Graham.

Mr. Graham.

Silver.

[dramatic music]

Last of the water, lads.

Fate sealed.

And this fine boy sharps his teeth to sate him belly.

May I propose a toast, Mr. Silver?

Propose away.

Well...

to Bess Hawkins.

Bess Hawkins.

Bess Hawkins.

[loud crash]

[tense music]

Ah. She's coming apart.

We're carrying too much weight.

Too much weight for this brave little lass to bear.

[groans]

Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Mr. Silver?

One goes overboard, the other two survive.

Survive?

For what?

[Graham] The boy is still a boy.

You and I, we have been long in the field.

Aye.

Maybe too long.

We toss a coin?

Wait. No.

[groaning]

Un piece d'ocho.

Heads, Queen Isabella and Ferdinand.

Tails, their coat of arms.

Choose, sir.

Heads.

Tails, I live.

Heads, you die.

[chuckling]

Well, you play a fine game as ever, Mr. Silver.

And to that, and to dispense

of any more of that piratical jiggery-pokery...

Jim will toss the coin.

- Indeed he shall. - No.

No, I won't.

Do as you're told, son.

Jim, look at me.

Look at me.

It's going to be okay.

It's alright.

[suspenseful music]

[loud grunt]

Mondo cosi cosi!

[laughing]

[exhales, sighs]

Well, it seems, Mr. Graham...

it seems old Long John save your life.

Tails.

Which places me in your debt.

Ah...

No more debt, lads.

We've had a fine time of it.

And we're all square.

Aye, aye, Captain Silver.

What? What is it?

Jim?

A vessel!

Big one.

Yeah.

Yes. She's seen us.

She's heaving to. She flies no flag.

I knows her.

That be the Princesa De Aveiro.

For two hundred years, them Portugals

wrung every nugget of gold and silver

they could mine, thieve, and pilfer

from the lands of Brazil.

That vessel be the last of their bullion fleet.

[Graham] She's set on an easterly course.

[Silver] For Lisboa, bursting her seams with Inca gold.

[Graham laughing]

[Silver] Who are we, Mr. Graham?

Who are we? Yeah...

I am Lord William Bertram

of Baysfield Park, Hertfordshire.

Shipwrecked on return from transporting...

uh, much-needed men and resources to the colonies.

And I be a member of your loyal crew

what bravely saved you from joining Davy Jones

down in him deep and murky locker. Jim?

I am Master James Bertram,

Lord William's beloved son and heir.

[Graham] Indeed you are.

A spoiled and spirited young buck

joining his father on his first voyage at sea.

[Silver] Mr. Graham, you will ingratiate yourself

to the captain and him quarterdeck.

While you, Mr. Silver, will go below

and assess the mood and condition of the crew.

Tempt them with promises of riches.

[squawking]

And with Jim's special talent,

we'll turn that vessel's crew

and have her bullion before Lisboa.

So what do you say, James Hawkins?

Are you with us?

We're all pirates now.

[all laughing]

[music swells]

[tense theme music]