All language subtitles for Domenica 1969

Domenica... quando una famiglia media
si affatica cercando di riposare.

-Non puoi mangiare il piatto, sai.-

Perch� mi tocca sempre
la parte del pollo

che passa per ultima lo steccato?

Sbagli, Patricia. Quella
parte l'ha passato per prima.

Allora questo pollo stava
volando all'indietro.

Non � giusto il modo in cui Pat
viene presa di mira in questa casa.

Tu taci.

Maledizione! Ho taciuto
per quaranta anni.

Che linguaggio! Non ti vergogni?

Pat, voglio che smetti di gironzolare
quando Tony viene a trovare Grace.

Tu stai solo fantasticando.

Non sto fantasticando.

Sto fantasticando, pap�?

Come vanno i tuoi affari, Tony?
Mi interessano molto.

Questo � il mio piatto...
non la discarica della citt�.

Dov'� il tuo gelato, Pat?

Il gelato non fa bene a Pat.

Raccontami di pi� sulla tua
azienda. Mi interessa molto.

Dista solo 50 minuti dal
palazzo di giustizia...

gas... elettricit�... e fogne.

Cosa ne pensate, ragazze, se
usciamo e andiamo a vederla?

Ne sarei lieta... ma
Pat ha un appuntamento.

S�... Pat ha sempre un
appuntamento di domenica.

Sai benissimo che tocca
a te lavare i piatti.

Ma ieri toccava a Grace
e io li ho fatti per lei.

Bene, se ieri toccava a lei,
allora oggi tocca a te.

Tu mi rovini la salute!

Questa cosa puzza come un bordello!

Mi duole il collo.

Credo di essermi nuovamente
lussata le vertebre.

Non preoccuparti dei sintomi...
ti posso cedere il divano.

Forse non ci crederai, ma a me fa male
il collo fin da quando ci siamo sposati.

Fantasie!

L'idea che un grande, forte bruto
come te abbia dolore dappertutto!

Tua madre ha i suoi pregi, Pat.

Certo che s�. Le spuntano dappertutto.

Il ballo del Circolo Nautico doveva
essere un evento dell'alta societ�...

e Pat, come sempre, era di troppo.

Svelte, ragazze, io sono gi� pronta!

Non avrai intenzione di indossare
il mio nuovo abito da sera!

Io ti lascer� indossare il mio
incantevole scialle spagnolo.

Quella cosa � stata cos� tanto rattoppata
che sembra piuttosto una tortilla spagnola.

Pat indossa raramente
qualcosa di nuovo.

Se Grace lo indossa prima, la gente
penser� che io metto i suoi vestiti.

Questo � tipico di Pat. Il suo
egoismo sta rovinando la mia salute!

Sembra che le lacrime della mamma siano
la pi� grande riserva d'acqua al mondo.

Voi ragazze � meglio che veniate
con me, cos� non vi spettinerete.

Perch� non portate Pat con voi?

Chiudi il becco e muoviti!

Stella chiara, stella brillante;
la prima stella che ho visto stasera.

Vorrei potere, vorrei poter vedere
esaudito il mio desiderio di stasera.

Cosa desideri, piccola?

Vorrei essere bella e seducente.

Lo sei, piccola... sei meravigliosa.

Questo lo pensi tu,
pap�, per� sei l'unico.

Mi piacerebbe essere incantevole,
attraente, affascinante...

come una pubblicit� di calze.

Il Circolo Nautico... dove
se Mary avesse un agnellino

costerebbe 4.50 dollari per ordine.
(allusione a una famosa filastrocca dell'800)

Non sai che non sta bene
essere gentili coi camerieri?

Consomm� caldo.

Pappa al pomodoro.

Vorrai dire zuppa di pomodoro.

Consomm� caldo.

Consomm� freddo.

Il consomm� caldo fammelo freddo.

Tu vieni dalla campagna, grande vacca?

Ha detto qualcosa
circa una grande vacca.

Hai intenzione di stare seduto l�

e lasciare che tua moglie sia
insultata da un cameriere?

Tu sai che io non capisco il francese.

Sedani silenziosi da fattorie felici?

Billy Caldwell! I tuoi scherzi
ti porteranno alla tomba!

Non quel Billy Caldwell?

Non badategli.

Lui ha una mente aperta che � chiusa
temporaneamente per riparazioni.

Chiedo scusa, la vogliono al telefono.

Hai sempre avuto cos� tanti capelli?

No... io sono nato calvo.

Io adoro ballare... tu no?

Dipende dalla compagna.

Quella musica non va
diritta ai tuoi piedi?

Non � una luna meravigliosa?

Non male... per una citt�
di queste dimensioni.

So cosa vuol dire essere
perdutamente innamorati.

Io non sono perdutamente innamorato.

Be', io s�.

Sono innamorata di un uomo
che sa a malapena che esisto.

Le ragazze non devono essere
perdutamente innamorate.

Tutto ci� di cui hanno
bisogno � la personalit�.

Ma io non so come
avere una personalit�.

Io posso aiutarti.

Riesco a far fare bella figura a tutto
e a tutti tranne che a me stesso.

Fai tutto quello che ti dico e ti
garantisco che avrai il tuo uomo.

Il giorno immediatamente successivo,
Pat si immerse nelle pagine magiche di

Cosa dire e quando.

Ricordate sempre... la natura ci d�
molte delle nostre caratteristiche,

per� ci permette di
scegliere i nostri strumenti.

Inutile piangere sul latte versato...
dentro c'� gi� abbastanza acqua.

No grazie, Signor Smith...

Il lavoro � la maledizione delle nostre
classi bevitrici. (cit. Oscar Wilde)

Pi� di un cavo elettrico sarebbe morto

se non fosse per i suoi
collegamenti. (cit. Wilson Mizner)

Non te l'ho mai detto, Grace,

ma c'erano dei casi di follia
nella famiglia di tuo padre.

La ragazza elegante indosser�
scarpe coi tacchi quando guider�.

La mela � famosa nella storia,

ma ci vuole un pompelmo per
stare sotto i riflettori.

Non � sorprendente che
la gallina si disperi.

Lei non pu� mai trovare
le cose dove le posa.

Pat � impazzita...
dalla parte di suo padre.

Dopo tutto, un bruco � solo
un verme con l'imbottitura.

Ti presento il robot di mamma.

Piccola, sei sicura
di non avere qualcosa?

Finalmente ce l'ho... la personalit�!

Lascia che la mamma continui
a pensare che sei un po' svitata

e cos� puoi fare quello che vuoi.

Sembra che lei sia in attesa di una
telefonata da Napoleone Bonaparte.

Dobbiamo assecondarla fino a quando posso
consultare uno specialista del cervello.

Mamma, che cosa � un hot dog?

Non lo so, amore.
Che cosa � un hot dog?

Un hamburger col corsetto.

Stupida! Come ti senti, ora?

Sai come ci si sente
quando non sai come ti senti?

E' cos� che mi sento.

Sei tu, cara?

Puoi ripeterlo, per favore?

No, non sono Grace... sono Pat.

Vattene... non � il signor Bonaparte.

Quel discolo aveva
promesso di chiamare.

Arrivo tra poco, tesoro.

Tu non sei pazza...
semplicemente non hai un cervello.

Quando siete a Bagdad,
fate come fanno i bagdadesi.

Andiamo, bellezza...
il motoscafo � ansioso di partire.

Hai ottenuto il tuo
tesoro... ora smamma!

Sparisci! E' mister Google! OK-MNX.
(titolo di un film, protagonista mister Google)

Dov'� Grace?

E' uscita, ma sono sicura che
torner� presto. Aspetta per favore.

Ne ho abbastanza!
Non pu� trattarmi da fesso.

Inutile piangere sul
latte versato, Tony.

Dentro c'� gi� abbastanza acqua.

Tutto il mondo � un palcoscenico,

ma la maggior parte di noi
sono solo dei macchinisti.

Se non fosse per la pioggia

non ci sarebbe il fieno da
raccogliere quando splende il sole.

Ma io ero venuto qui a trovare Grace

perch� ho bisogno del punto di vista
di una donna su questi progetti.

Io sono una donna... e sono
piena di punti di vista.

Giusto... non ci avevo pensato.

Come va con quell'uomo
del quale sei innamorata?

Sono riuscita a fargli
capire che esisto.

Stai sviluppando una personalit�?

Credo di averne una, ma lui
� troppo lento per capirlo.

Scopri i suoi interessi ed enfatizzali.

Lui sar� abbastanza
stupido da farsi fregare.

Cosa pensi del progetto
di questo viale?

Penso che sia stupendo!
Le strade sono cos� graziose.

Pat sceglie un metodo pi� rapido per
scoprire gli interessi di lui.

Sei una brava ragazza, Pat.

Se quell'uomo non ti
tratta bene... dimmelo!

No, baciarti non sarebbe corretto.

Non penso che ci sia qualcosa di male.
Cosa � un bacio tra amici?

Ho trovato questi libri
sotto il tuo materasso.

Cosa hai da dire su di loro?

Belli, no?

Grace, chi � questo
uomo che � pazzo di Pat?

Chi in questo mondo
potrebbe essere pazzo di Pat?

Ne rimarresti sorpresa!

E' gi� abbastanza grave
ingannare se stessi,

senza sprecare 15
dollari in questi libri.

Questi libri mi sono
stati utili, mamma.

Permettimi di darti un consiglio
salutare... Tony Anderson � mia propriet�.

Ho deciso che mi sposer� con Tony.

Scommetto qualsiasi cosa
al mondo che non lo farai.

Lo far� tornare ogni volta che vorr�.

Quando viene qui stasera
sar� me che porter� fuori.

Se interferirai, gli racconter�
che hai mentito sull'altro uomo...

e Tony odia i bugiardi!

Non sarai certo cos� meschina
da raccontargli questo!

Dov'� Pat?

Di sopra, ha l'aria avvilita...
dice che non ha fame.

No, pap�, non posso vederlo.

Ma gli ho gi� detto che tu sei qui.

Digli che ti sei sbagliato.
Non devo vederlo pi�.

Ma soltanto un minuto fa
mi ha detto che era in casa.

Be', sai come sono le
ragazze oggigiorno...

entrano ed escono continuamente.

Ne � assolutamente sicuro?

E' sicuro che lei non �
uscita con... qualcun altro?

Mi lasceresti al Circolo Nautico,
Tony, cos� non dovr� chiamare un taxi?

Stavo andando in centro.

Ho fatto innamorare Tony di me perch�
ho finto che qualcun altro mi amava.

Quando lo scopre, non mi amer� pi�.

Gli uomini sono cos�... e io
non posso esibire un altro uomo.

Sicuro che puoi. Una
ragazza cos� dolce come te

potrebbe conquistare tutti gli
uomini che si mette in testa.

Non sei imparziale, pap�...

Quando si tratta di uomini
io non significo nulla.

Ieri sera ho visto un bellissimo film

e la ragazza protagonista sapeva
sicuramente il fatto proprio.

Tony... aiuto! Sono nella camera da
letto di Billy e non mi lascia andare!

Oh, Tony, sei arrivato
giusto in tempo.

Ho chiuso con te... qualsiasi
ragazza che venga da sola

nella casa di Billy Caldwell si
merita tutto quello che le succede.

L'ho trovata in casa
di Billy Caldwell...

ed erano entrambi ubriachi.

Non me ne frega un accidente.

Se non fosse per te, il nostro
albero genealogico morirebbe.

Cosa intendi dire con questo?

Sei tu la linfa.
(sap = -linfa-, ma anche -tonta-)

Chiudi la tua boccaccia.

Non c'� un buco della serratura
davanti alla tua faccia.

La colpir� cos� forte che
morir� di fame rimbalzando.

Ti porter� al piano di sopra e ti dar�
quello che dovevo darti 10 anni fa.

Tu non farai nulla del genere.

Non ti intromettere.

Taci!

Per 25 anni hai
piagnucolato e brontolato

e strillato e reso deprimente
la vita di tutti...

Ora sono io il dottore.

La prima volta che ti sento guaire,

distruggo l'interno di questa casa e
getto tutto nel giardino sul davanti.

Tuo padre vuole picchiarmi.

Ti ho mai picchiato?

Rispondimi!

Allora non mettermi delle
cattive idee in testa.

Pat � la mia piccola ed
� sana come gli altri.

Non chiederei a un cane
di vivere in questa casa.

Secondo me, nessun cane lo farebbe.

Non siamo mai stati
capaci di tenerci un cane.

Ogni cane che avevamo
scappava con un vagabondo.

Ti sei lamentata su tutto,
dalle vertebre del fondo schiena

a un reumatismo coi fiocchi.

Ho deciso. Chieder� il divorzio.

Non ti disturbare.

Lascio immediatamente questa
casa e la lascio per sempre.

Hai fatto proprio una
lavata di capo, pap�.

Dovevo farlo... per te, piccola.

Ma pap�, io voglio bene alla mamma.

Anch'io, dannazione.

Ho un'idea...

Sono cos� felice che tu sia tornato.

Sono tornato solo per
raccogliere le mie cose.

Mi sieder�... ma non tollerer� nulla.

Di', ascolta, Pat...
� Billy Caldwell l'uomo?

He's heading
for the Eiffel Tower, Shadow.

Faster. We must retrieve the black box.

Quick, the sleep pellets.

Sleep pellets.

Wow, what a view.

Imagine, Josie and the Pussycats
in Paris.

Gee, what a funny telescope.

It makes everything look teeny-weeny.

Dum-dum, that's because
you're looking through the wrong end.

Help. Somebody do something.

Don't go away, sis. I'll save you.

- Yeow!
- Got to stay awake.

Ouch. Sorry about that, sir.

The box, take it.

Guard it with your lives,
the Shadow is after it.

The Shadow?
Is that the guy who used to be on radio?

No, silly.

But what will we do with this box, sir?

The gargoyle will tell...

Gargoyle? Gosh, he passed out.

- I wonder what's in the box.
- I don't know...

...but I bet it spells danger for us.
- Why?

Because every time danger is near,
Melody's ears start to wiggle.

And the way they're flapping now...

...we're in for big trouble.

There's Dubois.
The sleep pellet took effect.

And those kids have the black box.

We'd better try to wake this guy up.

How about trying smelling salts?

Okay.

Yep. They still smell. Pew!

If you ask me,
I think we should get him in the shade.

How about that, instant shade.

That's not shade, it's a shadow.

Shadow?

The box, I will take it.

Yipes! It is the Shadow.

Let's split, Cats.

Into the restaurant.

- Is everybody set?
- I'm ready.

I should have known that Josie
would manage to be with Alan.

Shh! I hear them coming.

They're in here somewhere.

Lucky you had that twine
in your pocket, Alan.

Now let's just hope
that your plan works.

There they are.

No. They're over there.

It's working. Keep pulling those strings.

I'll bet Josie's sitting over there
letting Alan do all the work.

Keep quiet and keep pulling.

Now's our chance to scoot.

They've gone into the kitchen,
you fools. Hurry.

I hope we can fool them
in these French chef outfits.

I'll make French fried popcorn.

Make it good, guys.

We'll stay out of sight in these sacks.

Congratulations, Josie...

...you've finally found the dress
that's perfect for you, a potato sack.

Hm.

Who are you?

Who me? I'm, uh...

He is Pierre La Chicken, king of the chefs.

- And who are you?
- I am his assistant, Monsieur Creep.

- Mm.
- Ah!

Let us commence with today's delicacy.

Yes. Today, we cook
especially for the creeps.

Something to suit the personality.

Let us begin with broth of the eel.

- Eels?
- Yes, and tails of snails.

Tails of snails. Oh.

-Oui, with French-fried lizard tongues.-

Ugh, lizards. Uh, I don't feel too well.

Hey.

Oh, leave it to Alexandra to overdo it.

- It's them.
- Cooking class dismissed.

Let's go, gang.

Oh, groovy, poppity popcorn.

Come on.

I'll drive. Which way, up or down?

We're at the top.
Go down, you dum-dum.

Okay.

Wee!

Yeow!

Quickly. They've gone down.

Yipes. It's the Shadow.

Wee! This is fun.

Yeow!

Melody, where did you learn
how to drive an elevator?

Oh, I don't know
how to drive an elevator.

Maybe I'd better take over.

- The box.
- Don't you know it's not polite to grab?

- Ouch.
- Going down.

They're right behind us.

Move over,
I'll take us down on the double.

Yeow!

Ground floor.

Next time, leave the driving to me.

Faster, Alex, faster.

I've got it floored now.

They're right behind us.

They'll never catch us.

Well, what kind of a mess
are we in this time?

Looks like some kind of garage to me.

Maybe we should get a lube job
while we're here.

We're inside a cargo plane.

And it sounds like we're about
to go somewhere.

They must not escape.

Thanks to that crazy black box...

...my day of sightseeing was ruined.

And the topper is,
we don't know where this plane is going.

I wonder
what this kooky black box does.

I can't even find a way to open it.

That's what the gargoyle
is supposed to tell, whoever he is.

What is a gargoyle anyway?

That's something you do
when you have a sore throat.

Hey, you guys, don't look now,
but I think we're being followed.

I'll bet it's that Shadow creep.

Keep close to that plane.

I must have the black box.

What will we do now? The minute
this plane lands, they'll nab us for sure.

Once we land, we have to lose them.

I have a feeling
we're not gonna lose them that easy.

Faster. Faster.

Follow me to the oasis.

There they are. After them.

I don't believe it,
but the Shadow's after us again.

Everybody out.

Quickly, into that fruit market.

Now they can't get away.

Look out.

Man, what a trip.

Halfway around the world
and now we're heading for Alaska...

...all because of that box.

Well, at least we've ditched
the Shadow.

Shadow, shmadow.

I just wish I had something
to put over my ears...

...to drown out
Josie's horrible music. Yuck.

Not drowned, you furry foul-up.

This time I have them
trapped aboard ship.

No escape is possible.

The black box is as good as mine.

Wow, what a thick fog.

Good thing the Shadow isn't around,
we'd never spot him in this.

- Look out.
- Jump.

Yipes! Where did that come from?

I know all about roll out the barrel,
but this is ridiculous.

Look out below.

How come
I always end up on the bottom?

You're just always extra lucky, I guess.

It's it again.

I think that barrel actually hates us.

How would you like to be
done in by a hit-and-run barrel?

Relax. I'll lead you to safety.

Through that door.

Oh, no.

Help, throw me a life jacket, a lifeboat,
anything, help!

Relax, sea chicken,
we've landed on an iceberg.

Huh? Oh. Ha, ha.

Too bad I didn't bring my ice skates.

This is really cooling it the hard way.

What's that?

I don't know but, it makes me sleepy.

Look.

It's the Shadow.

Then it's time to get out of here.
Start paddling.

Hey, you feline freeloader,
get busy or get off.

First, an iceberg,
and now this outdoor freezer.

I'll catch pneumonia, I just know it.

Maybe we should change
the name of our act...

...to Josie and the Eskimo Cats.

Very funny.

I wonder if we've finally lost
the Shadow.

No chance, here he comes again.

Oh, swell. He's motorized
while we're stuck with dog power.

Can't you get more speed
out of them, Alan?

Mush, mush.

How do you know they like mush?

Oh! What a cuddly teddy bear.

That's a polar bear, dummy.

Yourself.

He's gaining on us, Alan.

Now we close in.

Full speed.

- We've gotta get more speed.
- Maybe this bone will do the trick.

Hang on, everybody,
there's no telling where we're going.

How to see the world
in one uneasy lesson.

Wee! Driving an airplane is fun.

Give me those controls, Melody.

Yeow!

Nice going, sis.

Ride them, cowboy.

Yeow!

I've never been on a train before.

You should be riding
in the caboose, Josie.

Bon voyage!

Oh, I just love submarines.

Oh! Thank goodness
we're back in Paris at last.

And not a shadow
of the Shadow in sight.

Now, let's get rid
of that crummy black box...

...so I can do a little sightseeing.

How can you think of sightseeing...

...when we still don't know how or where
to find that mysterious gargoyle?

Do I have to think of everything?

Let's get on this sightseeing bus.

Maybe it will drive by something
that will give us a clue.

Sis, for once, you got a bright idea.

Welcome. At last we meet again.

On second thought, sis,
it was a bad idea.

So at last,
the black box is mine once again.

Big deal.

Why is that box so important to you?

That's my little secret.

Just who are you, anyway?

No one will ever learn
the identity of the Shadow...

...especially you pests.

Yeow!

Well, sis, you wanted to go sightseeing,
how do you like this one?

- Aw, dry up.
- Good idea.

I wish I could dry up, my feet are all wet.

Oh, no. The room is filling with water.

There has to be some way out.

Here's a small sliding door.

It's locked.

I've got an idea,
we'll use this bar to pry open the door.

One good jump on the end
of that bar ought to do it.

Steady, dumb brother.

I'm trying, I'm trying...

...but you're rocking the boat.
Whoops!

Get your big foot off my head, you oaf.

Look out. Help!

Oh, lookie,
he bounced right through the roof.

Oh! Did I ever.

Not exactly according to plan,
but it's a way out.

Come on.

Are you sure this door is the way out?

I'm positive.

Follow me.

Yipe! Don't look now, but we're back
in the Shadow's secret headquarters.

And this time, there shall be no escape.

Now, see that they do not leave
this room alive.

You gotta catch us first.

Let's split.

Look, the gargoyle's got them.

Get me off here.

I surrender.

We should have known all along.

The gargoyle meant
the gargoyles of Notre Dame.

They're world famous.

He reminds me
of an uncle back home.

But I still don't get the connection
between the gargoyle and the black box.

- You wouldn't.
- All right, Miss Genius, what is it?

Well, it's...

Well, you see...

I mean...

Oh, why don't you go
and soak your head in cement.

-Allow me, mes amis...-

...since you were responsible
for Interpol capturing the Shadow...

...I felt you should be here
for the final wrap-up of the case.

The black box is really
an electronic key.

Watch when I press the secret button.

Wow, it's projecting a light beam.

And look,
the gargoyle's mouth is opening.

And hidden inside is a microfilm list...

...of every Shadow agent
in the entire world.

Soon they will all be in jail
with their leader...

...thanks to you.

Why, it wasn't really anything,
Monsieur Dubois.

- We were...
- Knock it off.

I wanna do some sightseeing.

Just a minute, before you go,
I have this for you.

Oh, no. Not another box.

Let's swing out of here.

Hey, wait.

It's only a box of chocolate bonbons.

Wowee, how about us
getting to do a gig...

...aboard a mysterious
millionaire's yacht?

Yeah, the invitation
left in our hotel mailbox...

-...said to board the Monte Carlo Queen.-

Do hurry and find the yacht, Alan, dear.

The sun is spoiling
my alabaster complexion.

Oh, boy.

-There she is, Cats.
The Monte Carlo Queen.-

What are we waiting for?
Let's go -a-plank.-

You mean, "aboard," dum-dum.

Ahoy. We're here.

Yoo-hoo, is anyone aboard?

- Maybe we're early.
- Yipes!

The gangplank's going up
all by itself.

And look, the mooring lines
are untying themselves.

- The engines have started.
- And we're moving.

It's a ghost ship.

I'm getting out of here,
man overboard.

Ohh. I can't even desert the ship.

I don't know where we're going...

...but we're sure gonna get there
in a hurry.

This boat is a hydrofoil,
that's why it's so fast.

Golly, this is exciting.

Look at my ears wiggle.

-Uh-oh. When your ears wiggle,
it always means trouble.-

More trouble than you think.

There doesn't seem
to be anyone onboard except us.

I'll find out.

Now hear this,
is anybody aboard anywhere?

Yuck.

No one in the chart room.

- No one in here.
- No one on the bridge.

No one in the engine room.

No one in the galley,
except two chicken sandwiches.

Help. Help.

Come here.

Melody, what have you found?

I found that I'm stuck.

Just what I've always wanted,
a tin mini. Ha-ha-ha!

Hey, Cats, take a look in here.

This is why there's no crew aboard,
the ship is remote-control.

Remote control?

For all we know,
we could be headed for oblivion.

I've never been to oblivion.
It sounds like a groovy place.

Relax, everybody...

...it's obvious that we're headed
for that weird-looking island.

The ship with the youngsters
aboard nears the island, countess.

Good. They are the ideal subjects
to test my secret formula.

Come, let's welcome our guests.

Well, we're almost there, gang.

And look,
there's someone on the beach to meet us.

Whoa, I don't like the looks of those two.
I'll turn the ship around.

Help.

Welcome, Pussycats, I am the countess.

It was I who invited you
to my island home.

Wow, a millionairess.

I bet she's rich too.

It seems rather lonely here
on the island, countess.

Why did you invite us out?

To play for a party I'm having
this evening, dear boy.

I do hope the Pussycats can please...

...our cultural tastes, dear countess.

I'm sure they will do just fine
for what I have in mind.

Come, darlings,
I'll show you your rooms.

You may use this room for practicing...

...while I prepare for the party.

Wow, what a palatial room.

Yeah, and it's big and pretty too.

Now, this is something.

Doing a gig in a millionairess's mansion.

Even the furnishings are super elegant.

Right.

They're too elegant for a scruffy old cat
to sit around on.

Don't call us, we'll call you.

Good, it's finished.

The mist from this secret formula...

...will speed up the normal aging process
to a matter of seconds.

And unless the nations of the world
meet the price I demand...

...I will turn everyone in the world old.

Those kids I lured here will serve...

...as human guinea pigs
for my final test experiment.

Someone's in the hall. See who it is.

It's only a cat.

Whew.

Shh. Sebastian,
you're disturbing the rehearsal.

This cat's better than those Cats.

I'll put him out so we can get on
with the rehearsal.

No, wait,
I think he's trying to tell us something.

What is it, Sebastian?

I know, he's imitating a mop.

No, I think he's imitating the countess.

I've got it.
A man with a moustache pouring lemonade.

It looks more like the old
mad-scientist-with-test-tubes bit to me.

I think he's trying to tell us something
about a laboratory and old age.

Well, something fishy is going on here.

Are you going to listen to a silly old cat?
The countess is a lovely millionairess.

Show us where
this laboratory is, Sebastian.

Wow, there are a lot of corridors
in this chateau.

Well, personally,
I think we're being ridiculous.

Which way, Sebastian?

I knew that crazy cat would get us lost.

Why don't we split up
and search for the lab?

That's a good idea.

We'll go this way,
you Cats go that way.

Are you afraid, Alex?

No, I'm just terrified.

- Ha-ha!
- Ohh...

Why do I always get stuck with a cat
and a chicken and a giggling blonde?

So they are looking for my laboratory.

That saves us the trouble
of going and getting them.

I can hear bubbling sounds from within.

Golly, I can hear them too.

I think you're both being plain silly.

Follow me, girls,
a little birdie tells me this is the laboratory.

Just wait till I get my hands
on that lying birdie.

Golly, it looks like we've landed
in a goldfish bowl.

They're kind of big for goldfish,
aren't they?

What do you want, Alex? Yikes!

I've got an idea, let's get out of here.

Help. I'm outnumbered eight to one.

- Hurry, Melody.
- It's locked.

Stand back, now I've got an idea.

Keep tickling him, Sebastian.

Welcome. I've been waiting for you.

How nice of you to volunteer
for my aging-mist experiment.

Who wants to grow old first?

Not me. I'm too young to grow old.
Ha-ha-ha.

You can go first.
You always wanted to be my older sister.

Oh, no. Age before beauty, chicken.

Such a difficult decision.

I know,
I'll spray everyone at the same time.

Oh, no.

She sprayed them with aging mist.

And it's working.

Where do you think you're going,
you old goat?

I'm looking for a rocking chair, dearie.

Wow, what a generation gap.

Oh, am I old.

I must be at least 30.

Success.

It works beautifully.

Now we're ready
to spray the world's entire population.

We'd better do something to stop her.

- Eh?
- We've got to get out of here!

I'll escape later.
Right now, it's time for my nap.

Wake up, you old fuddy-duddy.

I'll get them out of there
with this chewing gum on our guitar strings.

Hurry.

If I remember my chemistry,
this should do it.

Now, if I can tip it.

Quick, Cats, out this way.

Eh? Eh? What's going on, eh?

Hurry, hurry.

Oh, you young whippersnappers
are always in a hurry.

They're gone. Cut off their escape.

Here they come.

- Eh?
- We better hide.

Faster.

Any old pot in a storm.

By cracky,
we'd better get out of this chateau.

I'm not escaping anywhere
looking like this.

But what can we do
about our appearance, Alexandra?

We can sneak back to the lab...

...and mix an antidote
that will return us to normal.

I'll stay here and guard the pots.

All right, all right, we'll go to the lab.

Hey, wait up, Cats.

Where are the others?

Oh, no, they couldn't keep up with us.

No, but the countess could.

Quick, in here.

Now let's go and find the others.

I guess this antidote formula
is as good as any to try.

What it needs is a woman's touch,
you old fuddy-duddy.

I'll give it a drip of this
and a drop of that.

And shake well and it's ready.

Yuck!

Drink this, dear brother.

Maybe you'll become
a spring chicken again.

You know I won't touch anything
you cook up, you old biddy.

I'm thirsty, Alexandra, let me try it.

Save some for me.

Golly, I don't feel any younger.

The coagulants in your antidote...

...did not have time to assimilate
the antibiotics, Alexandra.

- I'll mix the correct formula.
- What?

Get me 10 cc's of powdered plutonium...

...and 20 cc's of liquid oxygen.

Wait a minute, Einstein.

Just because my mixture made you smart,
don't think you can order me around.

Okay, Melody, honey...

...you just tell me what to do
and I'll do it.

Heh. Melody smart?

And Alexandra sweet-talking?
I can't believe it.

Gee, I wonder where the others are.

They're too old to have run very far.

Let's try this way, Cats. Yipes!

Find them.

- Whew. One.
- Two.

Three. Split.

What can I do to help you now, Melody?

For the last ingredient,
I'll need 10 cc's of, uh...

Well, come on, Melody,
what is the last ingredient?

Ingredient? What's an ingredient?

Oh, you dum-dum.

Why didn't you finish the antidote fast
while you were smart?

I'll just have to select
the last ingredient myself.

I'll bet that will curl your hair.

Let's find out, chicken brother.

This time you're having some too.

It didn't make him look any younger.

No, but I think it turned
the chicken into an eagle. Look.

Where is that phony countess
and her dumb guards?

I'll take them on single-handed.

Gosh, he is brave.

The countess must have the antidote
hidden somewhere, brave brother.

Why don't you capture a guard
and make him tell you where it is?

I will. I will.

Stand back, girls. Charge.

Geronimo.

Wow, I wonder
who that brave old man is.

You may find this hard to believe,
but that brave old man is chicken Alex.

Now, my good man.

Perhaps you want to tell me,
where is the antidote for the old-age mist?

It's... It's in there.

Don't go away.

Aha!

Oh, my. What am I doing here?

I'll be seeing you, sir.

Yikes! I surrender.

Why, that phony karate kook,
he's terrified.

Help! Help!

Oh, my brother has reverted
to type again.

I ought to make chicken stew out of him.

Help!

Wait for us, you old fuddy-duddy.

Make us young again.

Sweet dreams, young man.

Don't just stand there.
Use the antidote, dum-dum.

Thanks, Alex. I needed that. Ha-ha-ha.

Wow, that antidote
took years off my life.

- There they are.
- Come on, gang.

Let's hurry out of this hokey hacienda.

Don't be so impatient,
you young whippersnappers.

Now let's split.

There's the door, Cats. This way.

There they are.

They're escaping.

I'll stop them. Watch.

Faster.

Yikes! The stairs folded flat.

Whoa!

Help.

Don't let them off the island. After them.

Yessiree, we'll make everybody
in the world old...

...just as soon as we have
our afternoon nap.

Thanks to you youngsters,
we destroyed all of the aging mist.

The countess
and her henchman are in prison.

Golly, sir, weren't they awfully old
to be put in prison?

We returned them to normal
with the antidote, Melody.

Oh. Ha-ha-ha.

Speaking of normal,
where's my un-normal sister?

- There she is.
- Yoo-hoo!

My water-skiing will attract
a real millionaire.

There's more than one fish
in the ocean.

Okay, driver, hit it.

Not so fast, you foolhardy feline.
Watch where you're going.

Whoa!

She's right.
There is more than one fish in the ocean.

And she's found a net full.

Oohh...

Squire Trelawney and Dr. Livesey, having asked me to
describe the whole particulars about Treasure Island

keeping nothing back but its bearings, and that
because there is treasures still not lifted

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

and the brown old seaman with the saber cut
first took up his lodgings under our roof.

This is a handy cove ah, and a
pleasantly situated grog shop.

- Much company?
- No Sir, very little, the more's the pity.

Well then, this is the berth for me.
Hey you baby, come up alongside.

Bring me chest inside.

- Good morning.
- I'm thirsty ma'am, thirsty. Rum!

I'm a plain man. All I want is rum, bacon and eggs,
at that cliff out there, to watch ships from.

- What you might be calling me, you might call me Captain.
- I'll prepare your room, Captain.

Boy, keep your weather eye open
for a seafarin' man.

- Do you see this, boy?
- Yes, sir.

This is a silver fourpenny.
And it's yours at the end of the month.

And what have you got do to earn it?
Just keep your eye peel'd.

Watch out for him, you hear?
A seafarin' man with one leg.

More rum, boy!

There were many times when he was to call
for rum, but never did he pay a single penny.

There were nights when he took a deal more
rum than his head would carry

and then he'd sing his wicked old sea songs.

His stories were what frightened
people worst of all.

I've seen'em keelhaul a man so bad, there was nothing
left of'm when we fished him out of the sea...

Dreadful stories they were, about hanging,
and walking the plank

and wild deeds and places
on the Spanish main.

By his own account he must have lived
his life among some of the wickedest men
God ever allowed upon the sea.

He was only once crossed, and
that was by Dr. Livesey

who'd stopped by one evening to have
a bite of supper with my mother.

- Sing, damn you!
- Are you addressing me, Sir?

- I am.
- I have only one thing to say to you, Sir,

that if you keep on drinking rum, the world
will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel.

If you don't put that knife this instant in your pocket,
I promise on my own that you shall hang for it!

No Sir, if I catch a breath of complaint against you
I'll have you hunted down and routed out of this.
Let that suffice!

More rum!

All day he was out on the cliff
with his brass telescope.

And every day he would ask if any
seafaring man had gone along the road.

Above all, a seafaring man with one leg.

How that personage haunted my dreams!

On stormy nights, when the wind shook
the four corners of the house and the surf
roared along the cove and up the cliff

to see him leap, run, and pursue me
was the worst of nightmares.

...a seafaring man with one leg...

Is this here the lodgings of my old mate Billy?

- I don't know your old mate, Sir.
- He names himself 'Captain',

with a cut on one cheek.
Well, Sir.

Let's see now. The cut is on
the right cheek.

Now, that's my Billy!
Show me where he is.

Do you hear me, boy?

And here he is.

Get behind the door, sonny. I want to
give old Bill a little surprise.

Billy...

Black Dog!

Black Dog, as ever was.
Come for to see his old shipmate Billy.

So you've run me down. Well?

I will sit down, Billy, if you please
and talk square like old shipmates.

Now go and leave the door wide open.
None of your keyholes for me, sonny!

- Visitors, Jim?
- A man to see the captain.

The one he's been waiting for? Oh, let's
hope so, perhaps he'll go away with him.

- Where are you going?
- One of the squire's servant's is very poorly
and we're going to visit her.

So, look to the house, Jim.

And don't come bother me again
you understand?

I ain't sailed alongside captain Flint
in all these years for nothing!
He gave it to me when he was dying!

And I ain't sharing it with noone!
Least of all you, you lying swab!

Tell the others that if they come here looking,
I'll impale them through!

Rum, Jim.

- Are you hurt?
- Rum! I must get away from here. Rum!

I'm pretty lone ship to sail it by yore.
You'll give a noggin of rum, won't you laddie?

- I'll get the doctor.
- Doctors is all swabs! What do they know!

I live on Rum, I tell you!
It's being drink, man, and wife to me!

I'll give you a golden guinee for a noggin!

I want none of your money but what
you owe my mother.

But if I don't get my rum now,
I'll have the horrors, Jim.

I've seen some of them already! I've seen old Flint.
There, in the corner just behind you.

Plain as print. I've seen him.

I'll get you one drop, but no more.

- But you have to go to bed, Captain.
- I can't do that. They're waiting for me now.
Out there somewhere.

- Thunder! They have the black spot on me.
- Black Spot? Is he another of them?

No, no, it's a sort of sign.
You get that, it's the end of you.

It's me old sea-chest they're after.
Flint gave it to me when he lay a-dying.

- Keep a weather eye open. I'll share it with you.
- Share what, captain?

There'll be a sea-mist tonight, and maybe horrors
climbing up at us, out of the sea onto the land.

Keep watching!

- The Black Dog?
- The Black Dog, and Pew, and all of 'em.

And him that has one leg...

Him above all!

Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man

who lost the precious sight of his eyes in the
gracious defence of his native country England.

God bless King George!

Where, and in what part of the country
he maybe now?

You are at the Admiral Benbow inn, Sir.
Blackhill cove.

I hear a voice - a young voice.

Will you give me your hand, my kind
young friend and lead me in?

Now, boy, take me in to the captain!

Take me in straight or I'll break your arm!

Lead me straight up to him. When you're inside
cry out: -Here's a friend for you, Bill-!

Come now! March!

He.. here is a friend for you, Bill.

Now Bill, stay right where you are.

If I can't see you,
I can hear fingers stirring.

Business is business, Bill.

Now boy, take his right hand near the wrist.

That's done. Now lead me off, boy.

They, they will fix me.

This will fight the old seadog.

Jim, there, on the stairs,
me old sea-chest.

Here is the key.
Open it, lad.

On the bottom a small oil skin bag.

Take it, take it, hide it for me.

Because those bloodthirsty cut-throats rob
an honest man of what's rightfully his.

That's it, take it, guard it with your life.

Don't tell a single soul!

It is the black spot, captain.

-You have until ten tonight.-

Down with the door!

Break down the window! Hurry!

Hurry!

Come on! In!

- Billy! He's dead! He's dead!
- Search the chest!

Pew, someone has been here before us!
Someone turned the chest out!

Is it there?

- The money is here.
- Curse the money, where is the map?
- It's not here!

It's the people of the inn.
It's that boy. I should have put his eyes out!

- That is the bunch, mates! Where?
- That cursed boy can't be far.

Look for him, you dogs!
God shiver my soul if I had eyes!

Johnny! Black Dog!

You will not give up old Pew?
Not old Pew!

- He looks like a beggar.
- No, he's a buccaneer!
There's a whole crew of them.

- Who's there? - Hawkins, Sir.
- Young Jim Hawkins? Yes, Sir.

- There was news of a lugger in Kid's Hole. Smugglers.
- No, Sir. Not smugglers, pirates.

Pirates? Well. Thank God you're safe!
What were they after, Jim? Money?

Not only that, Sir.
I think they were after this.

- I think I better put it somewhere safe.
- To be sure, boy. Quite right.

I'll take you to the Squire.

Mister Dance, you're a noble fellow.
As to riding down that black atrocious
miscreant, it's an act of virtue.

Like stamping on a cockroach.

This lad Hawkins is a trump.
Sit down man.

- Now, Mr Dance, those villains are still out there.
- Yes, sir. Your servant, gentlemen.

- Flint's man, eh?
- You have some knowledge of him, Sir?

Knowledge, hum? The bloodthirstiest
buccaneers that ever sailed.

Bluebeard was a child to him.

The Spaniards were so afraid of him,
he made me proud I was an Emglishman.

I have seen Flint's topsail at Trinidad,
and the cowardly captain that I sailed with

put back that concorde to the Port of Spain.

- Did Flint have a treasure, Sir?
- Treasure, treasure? Greater than Morgan's!

The smallest clue to where the old devil
buried it is worth a fortune.

Maybe that's why they wanted this.
Perhaps this is a clue.

My God, Livesey, what have we here?

Are you agreeable, Jim, to our opening the packet?
For it is yours by right of arms.

- Indeed, it is.
- Open it, sir.

It's a map of an island!

-Tall Tree, Spyglass over to the left-

-Bearing one point to the N of NNE-?

- North of north-northeast, Sir.
- Of course, of course.

See the three crosses in red ink!
And here's some writing:

-Bulk of treasure here-

Livesey, you'll give up this wretched practice
at once! Tomorrow I start for Bristol.

In three weeks time - Three weeks?
Two weeks... ten days ...

we'll have best ship, Sir,
and the choicest crew in England.

Ma'am, your Jim will come as cabin boy.
You'll make a famous cabin boy, Hawkins!

You, Livesey, are ship's doctor.
I am Admiral.

Trelawney, I'll go with you. And I'll go bail for it.
So will Jim and be a credit for the undertaking.

- There's only one man I'm afraid of.
- And who's that? Name the dog, Sir!

You. For you cannot hold your tongue.
We are not the only men to know of this paper.

These fellows who attacked the inn tonight, and more
I daresay, not far off, they all want that money.

We must not breathe a word of what we found.

Livesey, you're always in the right of it.

I'll be as silent as a grave!

For a time I lived on at the inn, full of
sea-dreams and the most charming...

antecipations of strange islands, quick
with savages with whom we fought...

sometimes full of dangerous animals
that hunted us.

But in all my fantasies nothing incured to me
so strange and tragic

as our actual adventures.

Wake up. Wake up!

- Doctor!
- You've had a long trip and
a good sleep to go with it.

- Are we in Bristol?
- Bristol it is, Jim. Come on, come on down.

- Redruth!
- Well, I'm a seaman now, or so
the Squire would have it.

Here is Tom Joyce and Hunter, from the Squire's
stable. Grooms all their lives,

...now sailors as the rest of us.

You should see the Squire,
dressed out like a sea officer.

- Here is a note you ought to take to John Silver.
- Is he one of the Squire's men, too?

Oh no, he keeps a public house here in Bristol.
You'll easy find the place, just keep a look-out
for a large brass telescope.

The same broadside as lost old Pew
his dead lights.

It were a master surgeon who fixed me,
not a college one by the bucket.
But he was hanged like the rest of'em,

sundried, a corpus, when he
died with Blackbeard...

Good morning, sir.

Now this here is a grog suppin', Master,
looking for a drammy?

- Is this the Spy Glasses, Sir?
- oh that.

Rum is sweet 'nough for us old swabs,
but for the likes of you, Sonny...

My missus over there...
Yaycy darlin', Yaycy darlin'..

she's cooking something nice and delicate
they makes down in the island where she comes
from, the Spanish Main.

Thanks, Mrs. Silver!

She don't speak our lingo..

- You Mr. Silver, Sir?
- -Barbeque- they calls me.

Sometimes -Long John-....

..I don't reckon you knows what
Long John means now, does ye?

- No, sir. Can't say I do.
- A kannibal word, Sonny.

Long John is knowing they hash
by human meat...

- What's wrong, boy, you think I aims to eat you?
- No, Sir.

Man, the savages would find you mighty
tender and chewy. What's this?

She slow cooks, how they does it down there,
them cannibal.

Go on, take another while I read this.

But stay a-clear that man-eatin' countries
'til you toughens up a bit, young...

- Jim Hawkins, Sir. I'm your cabin boy.
- Oh, yes, so it says here in Trelawney's hand write

So, are we mess mates, eh, Jimmy?

Black Dog! Black Dog!
Stop him! Stop him!

Now, ain't she the sweet one, Jimmy? Smart as
fox really, but not educated,
doesn't speak normally, only lingo.

You got the wrong man. Go on.

- Noe, what was the name again? Black... Sonny?
- Dog, Sir.

Dog... what is a dog ... Black Dog...
...I could think... yess...

I've seen the swab used to come here
with a blind beggar.

- I knew that blind beggar, his name was Pew.
- Pew?

Yes, that was his name, for sure ...
Pew.

He looked a shark, he did.

Too bad I ain't the man I was, Jim Hawkins,
I'd a cought that Black Dog, whatever,
could I now...

You tell me now ... just, just ...

Ahh ... Jim, here you are.

The ship's company is complete.
Well Jim, all ready for the voyage?

- Oh yes, Sir. When do we sail?
- Sail? We sail tomorrow.

- The ship's all fitted, eh, Silver?
- Aye, Sir. She's a handsome craft.

The Hispaniola is her name, Jim.
I got it through old friends here in Bristol.

Who've literally slaved in my interest just as
soon as they got wind of what we're sailing for.

Treasure, that is.

Oh, of course! Sorry...
Mum's the word about that, eh?

- Have you all your crew, Sir?
- Jim, I had the deuce himself to find
so much as half a dozen...

until the most remarkable stroke of fortune
brought me to the very man that I required.

- Oh, who's that, Sir?
- Who? Who else but the same Long John Silver.

Why, the whole crew respects and even obeys him.

The man's a perfect trump! Even got rid
of most of those I'd already engaged.

Well, between Silver and myself we have together
a company of the toughest old swords imaginable.

- I declare we could fight a frigate!
- Mr. Trelawney...
- Yes, Jim?

- Is Mr. Silver going to be our Captain?
- Nay, Jimmy, a poor sailor keeps this tavern
here, needs the bird to see his empty self...

- I'm the ship's cook! I'm lucky to be that.
- Come on, Silver!

- You! picked our Captain, Sir. Not me.
- A good choice, I think you owe to that, Silver?

Hm. But he's a hard man.
So I've heard.

Aye, a good and hard man he is,
this Captain Smollett.

I don't like it, sir.
That's short and sweet.

- You don't like what, Captain Smollett?
- These men you picked up for me.

The First Mate is a drunken sod.

- But the rest of the crew is a good one, Livsey.
- He doesn't like the men either, not many of them.

- Perhaps Sir, you don't like the ship?
- I can't speak for that, not having seen her tried.

Well, I have, thank you, a lovely ship.
You can lead her, Gentlemen, aye Captain,

keeping her point near to the wind, than a man
has a right to expect from his own married wife.

- There's iron stretched out there. They're your's?
- Mine, sir.

I get of this more help, Sir, than ropes is
for a one-legged seaman when the wind's up
and the deck is wet.

- You have a crutch?
- Aye aye, Sir,

And tear that sand away.

- Excuse me.
- That's it Jimmy, pass it around!

My little rope's cared for now.
Go, Sir, a taste of my Jeery
to celebrate the ship's departure.

Compliments from the ship's, eh, cook.

- Silver...
- Yes, sir?

When did you sail this ship?

The truth is, eh, I knows them as
sailed with it, the crew's full of them.

I thought so.
Don't forget your crutch.

- Now then. There's been too much blabbing.
- Far too much.

Every man before the mast knows
more about this cruise than I do.

- Gentlemen! I don't know which of you has this map...
- Map!
- Some map of an island.

That map I've heard myself, there's crosses
on the map to show where the treasure is.

- I never told a single soul!
- The hands all know it, Sir.

- More I don't want to know, or I'll resign.
- I've heard you, Captain, and I think no worse of you.

Jim, you can go.

- In other words, you fear a mutiny, sir?
- Livsey!

I see things going I think ain't quite right
and I better take certain precautions.

Intolerable humbug!

I declare think his conduct unmanly,
unsailorly, and downright un-English!

Mr Arrow? Mr Arrow!

- Lower the mainsail!
- Aye, aye, Captain! Lower mainsail!

The Hispaniola proved to be a good ship,
the crew capable seamen,

and the Captain thoroughly
understood his business.

I for my part spent many pleasant days
in the company of Long John Silver

and listened thrilled to his tales
of adventures on the high seas.

Ha. Hey, hear that Jimmy? That's Captain Flint,
predicts success to our voyage. Won't you, Cap'n?

I named my parrot Captain Flint
after the famous bucaneer.
You gonna miss me? Now this one here,

she's .. she's out on her first cruise, ain't she,
sweetheart? But Flint, y'know how old he is?

- 200 years, maybe.
- Years, Sir?
- They lives forever, mostly.

And if anybody's seen more wicked
it'd be the devil hisself.

He sailed with England, the Great
captain of England, Blackbeard.

- Dead men don't bite.
- Did you hear that, sweetheart, hmm?

Flint was in Madagascar, Suriname,
Providence, Portobello...

He was aboard with the
Viceroy of the Indies.

He lookit square as a baby.

He smell powder, ain't you, Captain?

Our first mate turned out
even worse than the captain feared.

He appeared drunk on the deck and was
a bad influence among the men.

We could never make out where he got the
drink. That was the ship's mystery.

Nobody was much surprised when one dark night
he disappeared entirely and was seen no more.

Overboard! Well Gentlemen,

- that saves the trouble of putting him in irons.
- But what will we do for a first mate?

Err .. begging your pardon, Sir..
but the Coxswain ...

... Israel Hands is a careful, whily,
experienced old seaman.

He can be trusted in a pinch almost anything.

Your opinion was not asked for, Mr. Silver.
Go back to the galley.

Captain Smollett, you misjudge that man.

Yes?

- Well Sir, we're not home yet.
- What does that mean? Everyone on board
seems to be quite content.

They should be, Sir. Spoiled folk's and
hands make devils. That's my belief.

Never was a ship's company so spoiled.
Double grog on the least excuse,

and that barrel of apples
standing going to waste.

But good did come of the apple barrel
for if it had not been for that

on the last night of our outward voyage
we might all have perished.

- All right, John. When do we strike?
- When the time is.

There's a map.
And I don't know where it is.

Nor do you.

We'll strike when them fine gentlemen
has found the treasure for us.

Meanwhile, George, you'll take care
and work hard, and you speak soft,

'til I give the word.

you are smart, Georgie ...
us Captain Smollett's a fine seaman.

He sails the ship for us, yeah, he?

Jump up like a sweet lad, Israel, get
me that apple.

Land ho! Land ho!

Two lines to the southern bow!

Land ho!

I have terrible news!

- Well men, has anyone of you ever seen that land ahead?
- I knows it. Right George?

- Stand up when you speak to me.
- I'm asking your pardon, Sir...

I don't have my crutch.

The anchorage is on the south side, I think.

There is a hill, Sir, they calls
the Spyglass.

Spyglass? That's what you call
your tavern, isn't it?

It happenes that way.
Thanks, Israel.

Spyglass Hill's a lookout hill
pirates... careful there ...

.. came here, cleaned their ships, Sir.

Ask your pardon, Sir.

All hands! Look lively there!

This land we've sighted
is the place we've been sailing to.

Mr. Trelawney, the doctor, and I are going below
to the cabin to drink your health and luck.

And now, your grog's served for you to drink
to whom you please.

Three cheers for Captain Smollett!

And Mr. Silver said they should
strike only when he gives the word.

Watch your chance, Jim. You must slip away
when they aren't looking. - Yes, Sir!

The others won't pay you much heed,
I shouldn't think. But keep an eye on him.

He'd look remarkably well, Sir,
hanging from a yard-arm.

Me. I'm a .. an easy man, Israel.

Ahh the ... gentlemen...

...them there in the cabin.

What's your word, Georgie?

Which hands off when we gets the treasure
and we leaves them gentlemen ashored...

... starve slowly ...

That'd be Captain England's way.

I'd cut them down like so much pork ...
Flint's way, that'll be...

... or Billy Bones'.
- Billy was the man for that.

Hm. Dead men don't bite.

Well, I can count on my own servants
as upon myself.

Three of them, ourselves,
and young Hawkins here.

- That makes seven.
- That's our party Gentlemen, 7 to their 19.

Captain, I don't like the look of those men!

Sir, if I risk another order, fights
will be going in two shakes.

All hands! We need fresh water.

And a turn ashore will hurt nobody.

Mr. Hands, some may remain on ship.
The rest can take the longboat.

I fire a gun half an hour before sundown.

- You're quite sure about young Hawkins?
- Oh yes. He knows to meet us in the old stockade.

- Stockade?
- Pssst!

- That's where he'll be safest.
- What stockade?

A fort built by the old pirates. It's on the map.
But let's pray to God it's still intact.

Then we'll have to go there as soon as possible,
the moment those scoundrels are out of sight.

We load the Jolle boat with all the
guns she can carry. Right, Captain?

What about Silver's men still here onboard?

We'll deal with them at the right time.

Jimmy?

Time enough for that later.
Jim?

Keep an eye out for that young Hawkins...
he's a size too nimble for my liking.

George... - Yes?
The others, are they all with us?

Alan, he ain't with us.
Nor that idiot Tom.

I'll have a word with Tom. George ...

Hold fast!

Drop your weapons.

It'll be the gallows for you, me boys.
Down below!

Are ye smart, Tommy?

Yeah, smart as paint. I seen that
when I first laid eyes on you.

It's because I thinks
gold dusts of ye...gold dusts.

Yes, I'm warning you...

Oy! If you talked to, I know..
One of the ... wildest know it...

Where'd I be, Tom? Now tell me,
where would I be?

Are you telling me you let yourself be
lead away by a stinking mess of swabs?

They'll smell sweeter with
gold in their pockets, Tommy.

- But pirates!
- Gentlemen of fortune...

Well, they lives rough,
and then risks sweeten...

But when a cruise is done, Tommy, there's
hundreds of gold pounds in their pockets.

- What was that?
- That?

Oh, that's.. might have been..

... Alan.

Alan? Have mercy on his soul,
for a true seaman!

As for you, John Silver, you killed
Alan have you ... you kill me too?

There's never a man yet...

...who looks me between the eyes
and live to see t'day afterwards, Tommy...

You may lay to that.

Captain!

We have some guns and stores ashore. But there's
more arms and powder than we can carry.

You down below, you hear me?

You, Abraham Gray! It's to you I'm speaking!

Gray! You are a good man, at bottom.

I'm leaving this ship, and I order
you to follow your captain.

I have my watch in my hand and I give
you 30 seconds to join me.

Redruth! - Sir? - Come here!

If one of those dogs so much as shows
his head, blow it off. - Yes, Sir.

Gentlemen, let us get ashore.

John! Long John!
They're heading for shore in the Jolle boat!

Ahh. They be damned!

Ain't I been saying we should strike fast?

Well, we have to, now. But I don't like it.

- We'll never reach shore at this rate.
Can't you pull stronger?
- Not without swamping the boat.

Where're they bound for?

- Flint's old stockade.
- Come on. Let's get'em now!
- Muskets and Pistols first, locked up onboard the ship.

Joe, you and a few others,
try head'em off from the stockade.

- The gun!
- Easy Sir, you'll sink us!

Ben Gunn, Ben Gunn! That's me!

Poor Ben Gunn.

And I havn't spoken with
a Christian all these years.

Marooned, marooned I was...

..dreamed of a piece of...piece of...

... Cheese.

Cheese?

You have a piece of cheese about you?

'fraid not. But if ever I get back onboard,
you should have all the cheese you want.

Aboard again, says you?

- That aint, that ain't Flint's ship, that there is it?
- Was Captain Flint a friend of yours?

Swears me that .. that ain't Flint's ship?

It's not Flint's ship.
Flint's dead.

- Thank God for that.
- There's some of Flint's men still alive, worse luck.

Not a man with one leg?

- Silver?
- Ahh, Silver. T'was his ... name.

If you were sent by Long John
I am as good as pork!

I wasn't sent by him, he led a mutiny against us.

Your friends?

- Yes, I must join them.
- Well, there's my little boat, you know.

What's that?

- We might try after dark.
- A boat, you say?

With my two hands I made her.

And keeps her hidden off down on the beach,
by the .. the white rock.

- Oww!
- What you name yourself, mate?
- Jim.

Jim. You wouldn't think, to look at me,
I am rich now. Would you?

Well. Not in particular.

Ahh, Jim. Rich, rich.

You bless your stars! You're the first,
the first that found me.

Ship's taken, Gentlemen.

If you please, Sir. If I see anyone, am I to fire?
What a question! - Thank you, Sir.

- Did you hit your man?
- No, Sir, I believe not, Sir.

Doktor! Squire! Captain! Don't fire!

It's Jim, it's young Jim Hawkins!
By the fallacy safe and sound.

Go away from the door!

Who goes there?

- Stand or we fire!
- Rag of truce! Rag of truce.

- Ten to One it's a trick.
- Gray, keep your gun on him.

Just me, Gentlemen, Captain Silver.

Captain Silver?
Don't know him. Who's he?

Me, Sir. You see, after your desertion...

- Desertion?
- Oh yes, Sir. The crew chose me for captain.

You are either mu ship's cook
or a common pirate!

And then you can go hang.

Leave him!

If you've anything to say, my man,
better say it.

Doctor...

You ... have the chart now,
have you, Doctor?

- That's it maybe.
- We wants that chart, Gentlemen,
to gets the treasure body!

Now you gives it to us that comes aboard the ship
along of us and ...

...I give you my uplaid word of honor
to clap you somewhere safe ashore.

Handsome you come luck to get, and I hope
I spoke to one, I spoke to all!

Now you hear me.

Just bring those mutineers of yours to us
one by one unarmed, and we'll..

...engage to clap you all in irons.
- Well put, Sir.

And we'll take you home to
a fair trial in England.

- You cann't find the treasure.
- Think not.

No.

Thank you kindly, Gentlemen!

And you can't sail the ship.
You do not know how, Captain.

Laugh now.

I'll stove in your blockhouse!
Like a rum punchen!

And the next time I'll meet you, Silver,
I'll put a bullet in your back!

Well, Barbeque?

One thing I claims.

I claims Trelawney.

When I'll wring his fat .. cow's head off!

Any others?

Them who dies...

... will be the lucky ones...

Out, lads! Out lasse.
Jim loads! Hunter, crossfire!

Away lads! Away lads.

- Cowardly dogs on the run.
- So they could. But the Six of them'll never run again.

- That's better odds than we got before.
- We'll drop them yet, Smollett.

Intelligence.
- What?

Military intelligence. That's what we need.
No battle was ever won without it.

But we've got to have this information,
as to what these pirates are about.

You are right enough, Sir, but there's no-one
here to get it. We can't spare a single man.

And, Gentlemen, we've lost the ship.

Trelawney, whether you like it or not,
we must deal with Silver.

You've joined them too. Why everyone
has got to be a pirate?

I gives up. - Get back to the stockade, Mr. Gunn,
you'll be safe there. They'll look after you.

- And give me passage back to England?
- I've no doubt.

- Give me a pardon?
- Maybe, if you prove useful.

I'll not tell no-one that
till I've got me article signed.

A piece of cheese?

Just ... a small piece of cheese!

- There is a fine store of it, back there.
- Then I'm with them.

- Wait! That little boat of yours, where is it?
- I'll have the cheese first.

- No, first the boat.
- What you do with her?

I'll row out to the ship, cut it adrift
and let it go ashore where the wind takes it.

- Why?
- Well, what does the pirates want: drop anchor
and away to sea. That would be something fine to prevent.

Come on.

There it is.

Come on then.

Mr. Gunn. Mr. Gunn?

Are you in or out? Yes or no?

Are you coming with us? Swear!
What are you waiting for? Come on!

Call me a coward, I'll prove it to you scum!
When the time comes ...

You're a liar!

- Where might you come from?
- I've come aboard to take posession of
the ship, Mr. Hands.

You kindly regard me as your Captain
until further notice.

- Aye, aye, Captain, then what?
- First, I mean to beach her.

- Now, you tell me why.
- No. First you tell me how to sail her.
- Dead men don't bite!

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

Dead men do not bite, you know.

I reckon we're foul, Jimmy..
We'll have to sign articles together.

I do not know nothing .. I ... I reckon
I'll have to ...

Squire?

Doctor?

Oh ... here's Mr. Jim Hawkins.

So you come to visit?

- Pleasant surprise for all, sure.
- I'd like to know, why you're here, where my friends are!

Like to know what's what, shipmate?
Awash there!

This boy's a hostage!

We will waste a hostage?

Jim.

Get behind.

Not long ago, in the dog watch, the Doktor
come to us with the flag-of-truce.

He says -Captain Silver, you're sold out.
Ship's gone.-

It was thunderful true.
Ship ... was gone.

-Let's bargain- says the doctor. Here we are,
stores, brandy, in this here blockhouse

-And as for the boy- says he,
-I don't know where he is, confound'em-

-and I don't much care, we're about sick of him.-

- Is that all?
- Them was his words, Jimmy.

- Then you want me to join up with you?
- None of us won't harrier you.

kind the pleasure to your company, see.

I'll tell you what!

When you're in court for piracy
I'll save you, if I can.

You're in bad way. Ship lost, treasure lost, men lost.
Your whole business is gone to wreck!

And if you want to know who did it: It was I!
I was in the apple barrel the night we sighted land.

And I got your ship. Well, you'll
never see her more, not one of you.

First and last, we'll split up on Jim Hawkin.

You want to have it out with me? Him who dares,
I'll see the color of his insides!

Crutch, and all. You want fight?

By thunder, you're away!
I'm Captain here. Why?

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

That boy there, I never seen a better boy'n that!

I like that boy.
I see a hand on him...

This crew has rights like other crews.
I claims my rights!

And steps outside for a council.

Get rid of that man..

Now look here, Jim Hawkins.

You were then half a prize of death..

..or as a whole lot worse, torture.

Jim, I'm on your side now.

Why did the doctor give me the chart now, why?

- Gave you the chart?
- Yes, and there's something undry that.

Something .. something... undry that.

Surely ... that's it, then.

Step up, lads.
I know the rules.

The Black Spot, it is?

Deposed is it.
Very pretty wrote, to be sure.

That's like print I swear,
your hand to write, George?

But where ... where was you got the paper?
Aam...

This ain't lucky!
- Ain't lucky?

Good God .. and cut this out of a Bible.

What fool cuts a Bible?

- There. What did I say?
No good will come of that, I say!
- You'll all swing now, I reckon.

You George Merry, you stand for Captain
over me?

Well, you began this dance...

...looks mighty like a hornpipe on a
rope's end at execution dock at us.

That's when we end this dance that George likes,
every one the some of us, up in chains.

You seen that? Birds, they're
eating out their eyes.

You made a hash of this whole cruise!
- Come on, go there ..

me who made a bargain with the doctor? You has
come acrawling on your knees to me to make it?

Look at it.

That's old Flint, sure enough!

-J.F.,- and his score underneath!

Mighty pretty!
How we gonna get away with it, as'n no ship?

I resign, by thunder.
Pick whom you please to be a Captain now.

- I'm done with it.
- John, no, we want you, John!
You're the best Captain we had! Yes!

So it's time we got started, shipmates!

John, look!

What sort of a way is that
for bones to lie.

It's unnatural.

Old Flint did that. He always
liked to make a man uncomfortable.

A great one for jokes, was Flint.

This is like him ... no mistake.

I got a notion, lads.
That this here...

...is a compass.

Study the line from up here, see?

The tip top of the Skeleton sticking
up there like a tooth.

Just take a bearing on that, George Merry,
along the line of them bones.

He had short bones, ain't he?
And the hair's been yellow.

That'd be ... Allardyce.

- He owed me money.
- He's gonna pay you back, by Gum!

Him, and the other five...

... was here alone with him.

Flint killed'em all.

Every man.

He had him hauled up here and laid
him out as a compass.

- So, what's it read?
- East, South, South, East and by East.

Three tall hills in the same line...

could be a cave. This here's our point, lads, for
the pole star and the jolly Dollars...

Fetch ahead, Jim! Follow the Dubloons!

Aye, that is Flint's coffin, lads!
You can rely to that.

Six they were, and six are we.
Them bones is what they are now.

I saw Him dead, old Flint. I saw him laid
out with the Penny pieces on his eyes!

He's dead and gone below, but if ever
a spirit walked, it would be Flint
- Come on.

Darby...

Darby...

Darby McGraw...

Darby McGraw...

There is someone skylighting.

Someone as flesh and blood.
You rely on that.

Darby...

Darby McGraw...

Fetch up the rum, Darby...

Them were his last words.

- His last words upon board!
- That fix it. Let's go!

I was never afeared of Flint yet ...
not in his life!

And I depose of face a dead too,
you stinking swabs!

There are 700,000 pounds
of buried gold right here!

And did ever gentlemen of fortune turned
to start at that much Dollars...

.. by boozy old seamen?

And him ... dead too...

Belay there, John don't you cross a spirit!

Spirits...

That voice was like to Flint's...

...but if it were like to
somebody else's now?

It could like to...

..by the Gods! Ben Gunn!

So it were! Ben Gunn it were!

It don't make much odds!

No, old Ben Gunn's not here ... in the
body ... any more than Flint!

Nobody worries Ben Gunn!

Alive or dead! Nobody
wants him. Come on, lads!

Close ... is 700,000 pounds.

Our treasure.

By thunder! They been here before us!

- And .. and they found the treasure!
- And made off with it. It's gone!

Jim, keep this in case of trouble.

That's treasure here?

Mind, I'm telling you, that man knew it
all along. Look at the face of him!

Yeah, M... Merry ... stand for Captain again?

You're a boisterous laddie, sure.

There's two of them alone, there.

One's that old cripple who brought us alle here
and blundered us into this.

The other's that young one I'm
going to get the heart of.

Yeah that's ... right on settled you.

At them, lads!

Hah! That was a close one, near, Gentlemen.
Right here!

- Thank you kindly.
- John Silver, you're a villain!

- Oh aye! But I'm not to swing for it, right Doctor?
- Prodigious villain.

These wilds were t'come after you,
but the doctor and we had a bargain.

As these are fallen out you'll not be prosecuted

- But the dead men, Sir, will hang about
your neck like millstones.

- Oh thank you kindly.
- I dare you to thank me!

It's a gross dereliction of my duty.
But Livesey gave you his parole.

- Silver, you're a lucky man.
- Lucky, I had Jim Hawkins here...

..or you'd not cared a bit at the thought..
- Not a thought.

Since that my neck's ... not for the rope,
let's .. let's get to business.

Somewhere is ... on this island
is a mighty heap of treasure.

Now, who moved it, Gentlemen?

You? That not had the time.

Ben Gunn did.

He had years for it.

Ben, Ben ...

To think it was you who done me.

Come on! Come on!

Get back! Get back.

English, French, Spanish, and Portuguese
Dubloons and Double-Guineas,

strange Oriental pieces, round and square,

nearly every variety of money in
the world, and for number, I'm sure,
they were like autumn leaves.

When we got the treasure stowed, we weighed anchor, laying her head for the nearest port in Spanish America.

We needed fresh hands for the crew

and Dr Livesey and the Sqire, taking me along
with them, went ashore to look for them.

The sight of so many good-humored faces made such
a charming contrast to our life on the island,

that we failed to see a small boat
leaving the Hispaniola.

When we came alongside, Long John Silver was gone.

- Gone.
- Gone?

Yes, Sir. Gone.

He slipped over in a shoreboat while the watch
was dozing. He didn't go empty-handed, either.

This letter's for me!

-A sack of gold coins, Jim. You won't
begrudge that to an old sailor?-

-And few rings and trinkets to help
him on his wanderings.-

We made a good cruise home, all of us
with ample share of the treasure.

Of Silver we have heard no more.

That formidable seafaring man with one leg
has at last gone clean out of my life.

As for that accursed island,

Oxen and wainropes will not bring me there again.

And the worst dreams that I ever have, and when
I hear the surf booming about its coast

or start up while in bed by the sharp voice of
Captain Flint still ringing in my ears...
Pieces of eight ... pieces of eight ...

Pieces of eight ... pieces of eight ...