Original subtitles

[dramatic music playing]

[cannon shots and explosions]

[men yelling and exclaiming]

Watch! It's falling!

Aah!

[men yelling, swordfighting]

-We only found six.

-Yeah, what are we gonna do?

He said there would be seven

chests of treasure on board.

We have to find the seventh.

Here's the seventh.

[pirate] Scuttle her then.

Scuttle her!

She's done!

Mercy. Please.

Get yourself aboard.

Your rum's here.

Come on, move, lads.

Let's move!

Hurry it up. We'll all drown

if you're not quick about it.

[grunting]

Porky!

I can't hold on for long.

[Brand]

Jump in, the lot of you!

[distant laughter]

We stowed seven chests

just as you said, sir.

[Porky] We didn't need

to give him all seven,

we could have kept

one chest for ourselves.

And have 'em turn

the British Navy after us?

You want a rope 'round

your neck, do ya, Porky?

-James Hargreaves?

-Mother of God!

-Quiet now, lad.

-Captain Johnson?

I'd heard tell you were back.

The town's in a tizzy.

So say my men.

What the devil was going on

out at the point earlier?

His men took

the ship's treasure and--

And drowned all aboard.

I know.

I need you to show me

just where they were.

Will you do it? Tonight?

When I've finished me chores.

I'll be quick as I can!

[crow cawing]

The tide allows you in

only twice a year.

Otherwise it's a surge

under there.

Struck the water when they were

building the foundation of it.

That's how he knew about it.

There.

Damn me.

I saw a formation like that

once south of Krakatoa.

Magical. Perfect.

[distant voices]

I'll have to be quick

to catch her.

Catch her. Why?

That's his ship.

Aye, it is, and he runs it

roughshod over our earth

for his profit,

showing no concern

for the plight of man.

He needs a comeuppance,

James, him up there,

him and his ilk.

There's no room for those

pitiless "gentlemen"

in this life, lad.

They have their law.

I have mine.

He'll pay for what he takes.

What is, is.

Mark me...

what is, is.

Skedaddle now.

-Thank you.

-God be with you.

Watch that horizon

in an hour or two.

I'll light up the sky for you.

An hour,

we'll be broadside of her.

Prepare the men, Mr. Syce.

Break loose the cannon.

We'll blanket her to port.

At the water line.

Aim to sink her.

-Sink her?

-Sink her.

We'll let them see

what a how-do-you-do

with Davy Jones is like.

Aim to sink her!

-Ready.

-Ready!

-Fire.

-Fire!

[Syce] You sank them, sir,

without mercy.

You didn't hear their

merciless talk, Mister Syce.

Them's seamen

that don't belong in

the Brotherhood of Pirates.

They belong in hell.

Them and their

wretched master up there.

And I hope he saw it all.

[Syce] We'll not be back

in Grey Rocks, then.

[laughs]

There'd be few

who'd welcome us.

South-southwest.

[Syce]

South-southwest!

Will this voyage

of yours ever end, sir?

I signed on

for centuries, Mr. Syce.

It's my God-given task.

Consider yourself lucky

it's not yours.

You're fond

of that port, Mr. Syce.

Aye, Captain, that I am.

As am I, Mr. Syce. As am I.

And it'll be a work

of great passion when its time

for me comes to pass,

but it's not calling me now.

Not yet.

In a century or two, m'thinks.

When the wind with the name

of Grey Rocks on it

brings me in there.

Bye, Mom.

Bye, Meg.

[crow caws]

Caw! Caw!

Morning, Jim.

[bicycle bell ringing]

Good morning, Mr. Freelove!

Mornin', Jim.

-Hi, Uncle Robin.

-You're late for school.

First bell hasn't gone yet.

You going up home

for breakfast?

Cup of coffee, maybe.

Mother's made pancakes.

A milkshake for breakfast?

It's supper.

Just finished my shift.

[school bell ringing]

-Now you're late.

-Ha ha!

See ya.

This month, she won't make it.

Can't make it.

Doesn't have the wherewithal.

Then it'll be ours.

[Mona] You're just

going to pour money into it.

Then it'll pour money

into me.

My father doesn't think so.

Your father's

a Presbyterian minister.

The most he knows about money

is from a collection plate.

That's going to be

a resort hotel, Mona.

I'm going to turn this town

into a paradise.

Everybody's going to come here.

I'll make a killing.

Where's the dog?

He follows Todd to school.

[Mr. Herkes]

Two topics, kids.

One: Nova Scotia

and Confederation.

Why do some Nova Scotian flags

fly at half mast

on Dominion Day, July 1?

Why did the Nova Scotian

Assembly in 1868...

-[whispering] Stop it.

-...vote to withdraw

from Confederation?

And why has that

never been rescinded?

Or two:

pirates in Nova Scotia--

scourge or saviors?

I want a report on one of these

two topics in two weeks.

Five pages.

No!

No, Master Hawkins? Really? No?

You won't do the assignment?

Is it because you've

run out of ink?

[kids laughing]

Clean it up.

May I help Jim

clean his desk up?

Yes, indeed you may.

-Todd?

-Yes, sir?

You may clean up the floor.

[kids laughing]

[woman] He's determined to take

this place away from me.

Roy Moehner's a determined man.

He's angling to get

the whole town,

and from what I hear,

he might just get it

if he plays his cards right.

Meg?

Any coffee left?

It's on the counter.

I--I'll get it.

Did I say something

to offend her?

Heavens, no.

It's because it's the morning

and the girl's spent all night

dreaming she's gadding about

in Dublin or Paris

or someplace fancy

and she can't seem to manage

to get herself back

to Grey Rocks till around noon.

Mmm. Tell her next time

she goes on a trip over there

to take a lesson

on how to make coffee.

This is awful.

Robin Hawkins!

[laughter]

Saw Jim. He seems cheerier.

Not really.

Seven years now Bill's gone,

and he suffers the loss of him

like it was the day

they told us.

For Bill's sake,

we can't let Roy Moehner

have this place.

Can't.

Why did you go and get

yourself killed, Bill Hawkins?

What's this poor woman

to do without you?

What in God's name

am I going to do?

I didn't know Nova Scotia

wanted to withdraw from Canada.

That's really dumb.

What'd they think we'd do?

My grandmother says we're

a shrimp on a plate of shrimps

-but we think we're a lobster.

-[giggles]

My dad was Canadian Navy.

He got himself killed for

Canada, not for Nova Scotia.

You're going to write

your essay on separation?

Yes. Sure.

Better than on pirates.

Pirates come from the sea.

Them and the sea

is what I'm writing about.

You got the Howard Pyle book

from the library?

He did the drawings

for Robin Hood.

I know.

I gotta go do my chores.

See you later, alligator.

In a while, crocodile.

[growling]

Good dog, Grendel. Sic him!

[barking and growling]

Oh, no.

[panting]

[truck horn honking,

wheels squealing]

Aah!

-Jim!

-Mrs. Oickle,

let me stay

a couple of minutes, please.

The Moehners' dog

is trying to kill me.

Grendel?

Grendel. Good dog.

Go home. You hear me?

Home now.

That dog wouldn't hurt you.

Yes, he would. Todd Moehner's

trained him to attack me.

Don't be silly.

Todd's just upset because

he failed last year.

You go home now, sweetie.

Say hi to your mum.

Tell her you need new shoes.

What's that all over them?

Todd spilled ink on them.

Ink?

Yeah.

[distant thunder]

Mom?

Mrs. Oickle says to say hi.

She said to tell you

I need a new pair of shoes.

She would, that one.

She must want those

fancy seamless stockings.

Meg!

Mom, did you know Nova Scotia

wanted to get out of

Confederation?

Newfoundland, you mean.

Nova Scotia. In 1868.

[sniffs]

I smell something burning.

And it's not from the fire

you were supposed to

have lit by now.

Do your chores, boy.

People are coming.

I'm going to write an essay

about pirates.

Your dad had some books

on them.

I got this one.

It's extraordinary.

Extraordinary?

Howard Pyle. Lots of pictures.

[laughter]

[loud crack of thunder]

Whoa!

Ah!

Holy cow.

A sailboat!

In from offshore!

Put your slicker on!

There's a pirate at the helm!

You've gone

off your rocker, boy!

You better get

that essay done.

Oh, no!

Give us a hand, lad.

Grab the line there.

James?

Jim, sir.

Jim, is it?

Damn me, trick of the light.

It's your eyes, lad,

you got the eyes of a boy

I knew once upon a time.

Thought I was seeing

his ghost,

'cause I see ghosts

from time to time.

Happens to fellows

who sail alone at sea.

You know much

about ghosts, Jim?

No, sir, not really sir.

Get me warm upstairs

and I'll introduce you

to some of the ghosts I know.

Yes, sir. Yes.

Couple of centuries have

been hard on her.

Sir?

The house up there.

-That's our inn.

-An inn, is it?

Do you think they'll have a bed

for a seafaring man?

-Yes, sir.

-And a meal?

My mother's

just cooking supper.

Then give us a hand here

and we'll--

[gentle laughter]

What fortuitous chance.

Chance?

Aye, lad, chance.

I'd set course for Boston,

and the storm blew me in here.

What's this place called?

Grey Rocks, sir.

Grey Rocks is it?

Lucky I wasn't on 'em, eh?

I thought

you were on 'em for sure.

-Meg, this is--

-Captain Charles Johnson,

ma'am.

Get in here out of the weather.

The two of you will freeze

the house out.

You're soaked through, Jimmy.

He'll catch his death.

Get yourself dry

and changed, son.

The captain

wants to rent a room.

I've got the cash

to cover my stay.

Get out of those

wet things, boy.

The young lady's right.

-Meg, is it?

-Yes. She's Meg.

And I'm Jim's mother,

Kerstin Hawkins.

We'd be more than happy

to have you stay.

[Kerstin and Meg]

Jim!

Do you have a change

of clothes?

I'm a duck's back,

Mrs. Hawkins.

Since forever.

If you could get my coat dry,

that'd satisfy.

I'll warm my feet by the fire,

if I may.

Fire's gone out.

I can get it going for you.

Fire...

[Kerstin]

How'd you do that?

I blew on it.

I know you blew on it!

But how'd you do it?

How'd you get it to light

like that so fast?

I work with the devil, Meg.

He gives me a hand

from time to time.

[door opens]

Robin, Tom--

Captain Charles Johnson.

-Tom Banks.

-Robin Hawkins.

You'll need to be

seeing my papers.

Not us. Customs.

Before they'll give you

permission to land.

Damn.

And I was just getting warm.

I've notified

the authorities in Halifax

and we're to confine you

here at the inn

till they come down Monday.

This isn't a port of entry.

Must leave

everything on the boat.

Hawkins, is it?

Corporal Hawkins.

You're Jim's father.

His uncle.

My husband's ship was

torpedoed by a German U-boat.

All hands lost.

Ma'am...

That's the finest

piece of sailing

I've seen my whole life.

The whole town's abuzz,

Captain.

Am I allowed in town

for a haircut?

Bit embarrassed being here

in this establishment

looking like this.

That can't do any harm.

But only the necessaries

off the boat.

Till they inspect it.

Hi, Jim.

Hi, Uncle Robin.

Mr. Banks.

Who lit the fire?

I did. My bones are ice.

Do you gentlemen mind

if I go back to it?

No, sorry.

Go ahead. Sit a spell.

You must be froze stiff.

What's your line of work,

Mr. Banks?

Tom. That's my shipyard

out there.

He's our harbor master.

It was his flare lit you up.

Kerstin, I have

to get back to my rounds.

[Tom]

And me to the missus.

She'll be wondering

where I've got myself to.

I've been clear, Captain?

You can go into town

to get cleaned up,

but until Immigration permits,

you aren't legally

allowed to be ashore.

Absolutely nothing will

be coming off the boat.

Scout's honor.

I'll get supper

on its way to you.

You must be starved.

Famished, ma'am.

And you? Your homework done?

I was going to ask

the captain a question.

Don't be a shilly-shally.

Go up and get it done.

Supper's nearly ready.

Let me see

if I can give a hand.

He has to do it himself.

Sit, lad.

If your homework's algebra,

you're plumb out of luck.

It's my essay.

It's about pirates.

Pirates, is it? Modern ones

or the ones from years gone by?

-There are modern ones?

-Aye, lad.

They're the capitalists.

The profiteers and the tycoons

that get called gentlemen,

but pirates

is what actually they are.

Oh, boy. Mr. Herkes

is not gonna like that.

Hmm. So which pirates

do you think your Mr. Herkes

had in mind?

The ones with

the treasure, the thieves.

The thieves, is it?

That's not much help

to this old man, son.

-18th century?

-Better.

But if you don't mind,

we'll wait a while

before we hand down judgments

about who are the thieves.

-Yes, sir.

-The captain's dinner

is ready, Jim.

-Go help your mother

with the plates.

-But I was...

Just going to help

your mother with the plates.

Could I trouble you for a rum?

-You'll be drinking

a lot of rum?

-I hope so.

But don't get that little

red head of yours in a tizzy.

It'll all be

paid in full come Monday.

Just mark it down.

Oh, you watch it, you.

My little red head will

take yours off in a flash.

That'd be an Irish flash,

would it?

And no bamboozling

that boy. Hear?

I know the kind

of man you are.

I'll just bet you do.

The rum, Miss...

O'Leary.

O'Leary, is it?

Meg O'Leary.

[blows kiss]

[gentle laughter]

I think she's in love with me.

[laughter]

Shepherd's pie is perfect,

Mrs. Hawkins.

Really hits the spot.

Nothing like a good meal

before you set off on a trip.

You're going away?

No! Please!

Not me. You and me.

-The two of us will be going.

-Oh.

Maybe. If you eat your peas.

Finish your food.

Good rum?

You never tasted it?

Heh. No.

-You smoke?

-No!

Rum's really good.

You want a sip?

-No, thank you.

-Good decision.

Life's made up

of good and bad decisions.

Try and make as many of 'em

as you can good ones.

-You knew I was testing you?

-Testing me?

To see if you were

going to be a good enough man

-to be my shipmate.

-Your shipmate?

Don't keep repeating

what I say, son.

Clean your plate.

I can teach you

all you'll need to know

about pirate life and death,

but you must understand that

the sea is no silly matter.

What we'll be doing

will be dangerous.

You sure you want to take

lessons from me?

-Yes, sir.

-I'm serious, now.

I'm serious, too.

I want to know it all.

My dad loved

his pirate books.

All right, good.

Then look into the fire.

Look deep into it.

Watch, Jim.

Watch the flames dance.

Look deep into them.

See the sun on the water?

Do you see the ship?

Oh, my gosh! Pirates?

We're in the year 1720.

65-, 70-man crew.

Is that the captain?

Quartermaster.

Elected by the crew.

So's the captain.

The two of them.

Captain runs her in battle,

quartermaster

the rest of the time.

The Brotherhood of the Coast.

Pirates had one of

the very first democracies.

You know what a democracy is,

a true democracy?

A government run by the people?

For the people.

All the people.

That's real important.

For all the people.

Remember that.

Everybody gets a share

in the profit.

Doesn't matter what

your pedigree is;

nor your religion, nor color.

Everyone participates.

It's all laid down in a charter

they wrote up.

Rules of the Brotherhood.

We'll get this all down

on paper when we get back.

It'll be your lesson to learn.

-Aah--

-Huh?

Rats are everywhere.

You could never keep a ship dry

below decks,

no matter how much brimstone

and burning pitch you used.

What if they'd found us?

What is, is, Jim.

What is, is.

[men yelling, giving orders]

Are they burning their ship?

[Johnson] Careening her.

Beach her on a high tide

and scrape off the barnacles.

It'll increase her speed.

Give her--

-[Kerstin] Jim?

-Mom?

Get to bed.

But it's too early.

You were sound asleep.

The two of you.

Take the captain

up to room number two

and settle him in.

We'll work out my account

in the morning.

That'll be all right?

Thank you.

That'll be just fine.

[passes gas]

Sorry.

Holy cow.

We were in the Caribbean.

With pirates.

On their boat. Gosh,

we're lucky they didn't see us.

But you have to be careful.

Next time, who knows?

-Maybe they will.

-Next time?

-You're repeating again.

-Sorry.

Don't apologize.

Just don't do it.

Listen. Think. Respond.

Take your time.

It'll speed up

as you get used to the process.

That's a rule. Understand?

And mum's the word,

all right?

My life here depends on you

keeping it a secret.

Meg'll have me shipped out

if you don't.

Yes, sir.

Listen, think, respond.

Remember everything

you saw, smelt, heard.

Democracy's for all the people.

Write it down.

You go to school at,

what, 9:00 tomorrow?

Tomorrow's Saturday.

No school.

Ah. I'm going to need

a hand with the boat.

Can you do that

and keep it to yourself?

I'll pay you wages.

-You'll pay me?

-Jim!

Listen, think, respond.

Listen, think, respond.

You don't have to pay me.

A dollar a day.

That sound fair?

Holy cow.

Number two.

Such a fine old building.

So many secrets, I bet.

There were spies here.

Escaped slaves from America.

Tunnels in the basement.

Tunnels? Really?

My goodness.

[Kerstin] Jim.

This is the beginning

of a very long voyage.

You're going to have

to keep all your sea changes

to yourself.

-Can you do it?

-Scout's honor.

Till the morning, Jim.

Sleep tight.

Don't let the fleas bite.

Tunnels in the basement,

you say?

I know there are tunnels, lad.

And more than that,

I know the treasure chests

that are hiding in 'em.

[tin whistle playing]

[muffled voices]

[man]

Here it is.

You got it?

There you go.

Yeah. Good, good.

Hmm.

[voices continue]

[motor revving,

fades away]

[squawking]

Could I trouble you for a tea?

Sit by the fire.

I'll bring you breakfast.

-Eggs? Porridge?

-Porridge, please.

It's pounds sterling, ma'am.

You can change it at the bank.

We'll work out

the details when you're-

Captain, my wife Edwina.

Ma'am.

The town's here

for breakfast, Meg.

Everyone's come to see him.

The lot of 'em are fools!

He's a snake-oil salesman,

can't you see?

For me, Meg,

please accommodate him.

Harry, this here's

Captain Johnson.

Charles. Name's Charles.

It's a right pleasure,

Charles.

We got a party line,

and we heard everything

was said.

Some years from now,

stangers will be saying,

"I was there when..."

[laughter]

You were looking

to get your hair cut?

Harry's the barber.

Can I come in today?

I'll fit you in.

There'll be a crowd.

Saturday's my day, and--

And they'll be

thrilled to see you.

Talk your ear off, they will.

-Where do you hail from,

Captain?

-From the sea.

From the sea, is it?

You a pirate?

-Sorry?

-This here is pirate county.

Oak Island? Captain Kidd?

Buried treasure?

Local lore says if you asked

a pirate where he was from,

he'd say, "From the sea."

[laughter]

A pirate would, would he?

There you are, young Jim.

Take your breakfast with me.

Then we'll get to work.

Hmph.

Fisherman go out

early here, huh?

Not these days.

Not till dawn.

Huh.

-Why?

-Was wide awake.

About 4:00.

Sea had calmed down.

I'd been listening

at the window.

Couple of boats

across the harbor.

Dark as pitch,

couldn't see anything.

Funny talk, though.

Heard 'em clear as a bell.

Pirates, maybe.

Want to show Customs this

when they come to

inspect her Monday.

Leaky board under there.

Need her out of the water

to see what's up with it.

This is what

they call a sea chest?

Aye. And too big

to leave in here.

What's behind

that iron door there?

You can't take this

off the boat?

-You're not supposed to.

-Them's their rules,

and all they are is rules

for smugglers and the like,

which doesn't apply to us.

So we'll obey 'em

by not telling them.

That grate's locked.

You know where the key is?

In the hall closet.

There's a good lad.

-Go grab it.

-But--

What they don't know

won't hurt them.

Not always, mind you.

But in this case,

yes, it won't hurt them.

I'll get the key for you

if you show me what's

in the trunk.

What?

You don't want to know

what's in this trunk.

You want me to break the law.

I have to know

what I'm doing it for.

That's a good lesson,

don't you think?

[chuckles]

Ah, Jim.

[Jim gasps]

Oh, my gosh!

Careful.

Don't touch.

Very fragile.

How old are you?

Are you who I think you are?

Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh!

Breathe, Jim.

You're Captain Johnson.

The same one who wrote--

Breathe, Jim.

Yes, sir. That's real?

The Shakespeare Folio there?

And the letters of marque?

They're yours?

Breathe.

It's not easy to breathe,

Captain.

It's not easy at all.

I better get the key.

Customs mustn't see this.

Not ever. Nobody must.

[Johnson]

This go up to the inn?

Maybe. Don't know for sure.

You don't know?

A boy lives with tunnels

and he doesn't know

where they go?

My grandfather said

there were three tunnels.

Said this one we're in

goes way under the kitchen.

There's a rusted shut door

at the end there.

We can't get it open.

There's another tunnel

above this

that's used as our root cellar.

It's the house's

proper basement.

And the third one?

Strictly out of bounds.

I've never seen it.

Listened to it, though.

Sounds filled with

rushing water.

That what you're

looking for here.

In Grey Rocks.

These tunnels.

Heh. A dollar a day might not

be enough pay for you.

The boy you took me for--

James?

He was here? When?

1717.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy. Wow. Gosh!

I warned you.

Captain, when my father died,

I thought my life was over.

Right now

I think it's just beginning.

-They'll be covered.

-[Johnson laughs]

You'll take me

to the barber shop?

Sure.

[gasps]

[quiet sobbing]

Fire's out.

Want me to build one?

No, thank you.

-What are you doing?

-Captain's gonna get a haircut.

Would you like a cup of tea

before you go, Captain?

No, thank you, ma'am.

Just gonna wash my hands.

C'mon, Jim.

They're gettin' awful cozy...

It's for his pirate essay.

Jim says

he's teaching him things.

There's something amiss there.

I can smell it.

Nobody listens, but--

Roy Moehner's going

to foreclose on the inn.

He's refused our plea

for a loan extension.

He's a bastard! Oh...

[Kerstin moans]

[Johnson]

Your mother cry a lot?

[Jim]

Nope. Must've been a bill.

They can make her cry.

That's why she didn't

want to have a fire.

Wood's an extra expense.

We only have fires

Friday and Saturday nights.

Damn it to hell for that.

I'm a landlubber now.

I'm frozen up at the inn there.

I'll buy the wood.

Talk to her.

See what she says.

Hmm. Inn's not paying its way?

No, there's a guy in town.

Mr. Moehner.

He holds our mortgage

and he's trying to get

the inn away from us.

What's his real name?

That's his real name.

Moehner.

M-O-E-H-N-E-R.

It looks like "moaner"

but it's pronounced "meaner."

He runs the town.

He gets what he wants.

You don't say.

-[dog growling]

-Wait.

Those are the Moehners.

Heel your dog!

[whistles]

Good boy, Grendel!

See you in the schoolyard,

Jee-mee.

That boy there's a bully.

Mark his shifty eyes, Jim.

What? He's bullying you?

All the time. With Grendel.

Grendel?

Grim and greedy Grendel?

They named

their dog after Grendel?

That's its name.

Todd trained it

to come after me.

-Ha!

-It's true. You saw.

It's their dad

that wants the inn.

The dog's all part of his plot

to get us out of there.

If my father were alive,

this would've never,

ever happened.

What about your Uncle Robin?

-He's a policeman.

-So?

So unless it's illegal,

he does nothing.

The talk in the town

is that the Moehners are

up to something illegal.

Just nobody knows what.

So Uncle Robin

says his hands are tied.

So what? So nothing.

Hmm. The intrigues

of small towns.

Life is not

so complicated at sea, Jim.

Huh. Never saw

one of these before.

You're who the storm blew in?

Captain Charles Johnson.

I thought you weren't permitted

to leave the inn.

They said

I could get my haircut.

They did, did they?

Little crawly things

making a nest in there,

are they?

Safe onward travels to you.

I am not going anywhere

just yet.

Hi, Jim.

Hi, Jenny.

Is she your girlfriend?

She's my best friend.

And a girl.

You look like the picture

of that Ernest Hemingway.

He wrote about the sea

in Life Magazine.

I saw you reading

that magazine in there.

Hmm.

Where I can get

some firewood?

-Firewood?

-Jim!

Listen, think, respond.

The Hirtles sell it,

but if you don't pay them,

they'll set your boat on fire.

Hirtles can be mean.

[laughing]

I'm starting

to like this town.

Your hat's too big for you now.

It keeps my ears warm.

Mr. Moehner,

Mrs. Hawkins is here.

How nice to see you, Kerstin.

You can't lawfully

take my inn away from me.

Not if I make

my mortgage payments,

and I have until the end

of the month to do that.

I know the difficulties

you're having.

The whole town knows.

It would be so simple

if you'd do as I ask

and restructure my note.

Company's rules won't let me.

You make the rules,

Roy Moehner.

And the whole town knows that.

And they all know if you sell

I'll give you

a very fair price.

If not, I'll foreclose.

So sell it to me.

Your Bill would want you to.

That's the last thing

my Bill would want,

you son of a bitch.

The inn is not for sale.

Not to you.

Not now. Not ever!

[door slams]

[door opens and closes]

Captain, I'm sorry,

but we do not have fires here

in the afternoon.

So Jim told me. But I've got

a chill in me bones, ma'am,

so I've hired the Hirtles

to bring me some cordage.

It'll be my wood,

but you're more than welcome

to warm yourself by it

if you want.

I told Jim to tell him

that's not how you do things

around here.

The wind's changed.

We're on a different tack now.

Right, Jim?

Seems right to me, Mom.

Meg, could I trouble you for

a rum and a cup of hot water?

Please put the kettle on, Meg.

[sobbing]

You met with Mr. Moehner?

Mm.

All my life

I've believed the enemy

to be the Moehners

of this world.

And I've dealt

with them as such.

I will find a way to sink

his ship, ma'am. Believe me.

He will not prevail.

Meg's got my account.

Please mark the rum down on it.

Jim, we've got

a lesson to study.

-Can I ask where we're going?

-Yes, you can.

[chuckles]

Where are we going?

Way back.

I'm going to teach you

about Surprizals.

Write it down in your book.

S-U-R-P-R-I-Z-A-L.

Viking tactic.

Great pirates, the Vikings.

Now look into the fire.

Where are we?

Straits of Dover.

Middle of the 11th century.

England's over there.

Normandy's there.

Vikings called this

the Northern Sea.

Is this the boat

they came to Canada in?

It is.

500 years before Columbus.

Pretty good sailors, eh?

Look.

There's your pirates.

She'll point her stem

into this one's

aft port quarter,

and then

on the crest of a wave,

they'll board us

and the fight will begin.

They think

we've got valuable cargo.

We don't?

Surprizal, Jim. Surprizal.

See the lines

dragging over the stern?

Warps? To slow her down?

This ship wants

to be attacked.

See that covered cargo?

That's not cargo!

That's it. Surprizal.

And there's

no toilet close at hand,

which is too bad

because it's going

to be brown-pants time

for those other fellows

when they come aboard.

[muffled laughter]

[men yelling]

[men fighting, yelling]

[horn blares]

Hear 'em?

That's their god Odin

they're calling out to.

They're yelling for him

to let them be in Valhalla

when they die.

They're killing each other!

[speaking in Old Norse]

Yaah!

Captain!

What are you two up to?

Spark from the fire.

He jumped back.

Knocked over the chair.

Everything's fine.

-You cut yourself!

-No, I didn't.

There's blood on your cheek.

Must've nicked him with my nail

when I tried to grab him, damn.

I'll see to it.

Supper's chowder, cheese,

Brussels sprouts and bread.

Ghosts bleed?

Appears so.

That Viking saw you.

Yeah! He was coming for me.

-Brown pants?

-Nearly.

-[laughs]

-Not funny, Captain.

He was aiming to kill me.

What was the point of all that?

They got slaves out of it,

another boat.

Destroyed the competition.

IT's just business.

Roy Moehner with a spear.

Surprizal. You're gonna need it

for Todd and Grendel,

and we're all going to need it

for Mr. Moehner.

After tonight it'll be easy.

It's never easy.

Big lesson that, Jim.

It's never, ever easy.

There's a tin whistle

up by my bed.

Will you get it

for this old man?

Old, yes. But you look good,

all things considered.

[laughter]

They're doing

good business, Dad.

Good? Yes.

But sadly all good things

must come to an end, my son.

Where is Klaus?

I want you boys to do

a little work for me tonight.

[tin whistle playing]

That's

Black Donald's March.

That's not how it goes.

So, how does it go, then?

Like this.

[humming tune]

Like this?

[playing]

Uh...better.

You have a lovely voice.

Yes, I do.

[door opens]

[Moehner]

Mind your manners, boys.

This here's a house of

go-go-go-good repute!

[laughter]

Can we not serve them?

Have to, I think.

I'll call Robin.

Three beers, Mad Meg.

Two beers.

A ginger ale for you.

But--

[laughter]

-They come here often?

-Never.

Mr. Moehner

must've seen the cars

and told them to come

and make it hard for us.

I propose a drink to this,

to this old,

really old place

and to you really, really old

people in here tonight.

A drink to the future!

[raucous laughter]

Oh, I beg your pardon, madame.

We'll just drink these beers

and enjoy the antiques

sitting around.

[laughter continues]

Wait a minute,

where are you going?

To check the lines

on the boat.

We checked them!

You can't leave my mom

alone with them.

What a good idea

to wear tartan trousers.

That the family tartan, is it,

Mr. McLae?

Don't you think the trousers

make you look a little fruity?

[mocking laughter]

Robin says normally

it's the barman

who deals with this.

Three of them against me?

Why doesn't he just come over

and stand there? That'd do it.

He knows all we've got here

is a boy

and a useless

old fart of a man

who's run off

at the first sign of trouble.

[Johnson shouts]

My boat's busted her lines.

Who's a boat handler?

Are you chaps fishermen?

C'mon, then,

we'll get her back.

Watch your feet.

Slippery as all get-out.

Help me bring her in

enough so we can get

a bow line on her.

Can you find a coil of line

to throw to that fellow there?

-What's your name?

-Klaus.

To Klaus when he gets aboard.

Going on board.

Watch it!

What the damn hell happened?

Jesus Murphy!

-Hold onto the damn line.

-Sorry. Slipped.

We'll be done in a minute.

Anybody found a line?

I got one here.

Give it to me quick.

I'm freezing.

[laughing]

Secure the line.

Shut your trap,

or you'll be in the drink,

and you can't swim, Carl.

Klaus, throw it to Jim.

Oh!

Get up off the deck, lad.

She's fast.

Let's get ourselves

up to the inn before we freeze.

I owe you all a beer for this.

She'd have been

on the rocks without you.

Jim, run up and see

if your mum's got towels.

Everybody listen!

Give these boys

a hand of applause.

They're heroes.

[applause]

So let me take you down

to The Sou'wester

and buy you the drink.

You! Klaus,

you better get yourself

into some warm clothes first.

Pneumonia's not what you want.

Captain? You can't go!

Oh, damn, Jim.

You're right, I can't.

Not till Immigration

clears me.

A rain check, then, fellows?

All right?

A drink when I'm landed.

-Get him home.

-Will do.

And the young one.

I saw some pie

on the tables there.

Apple.

Would you like a slice?

With a piece of cheddar,

-yes, please.

-And a rum?

That'd warm me up a wee bit,

ma'am, thank you.

Sit by the fire

and I'll bring it.

You didn't forget you

couldn't go downtown, did you?

Better coming from you than me,

though, don't you think?

I did think that. It was

a great pleasure saying it.

You knew Todd

was aiming to have me

off the end of the dock.

Hard for him to do it

sitting down.

Very.

Lucky for the dog

Todd didn't bring him.

Dogs like that can't swim.

-They can't?

-Nope. Mass is too heavy.

They drown if they get

pushed in the water.

An enemy's an enemy, Jim.

What is, is.

And you have to be

ever ready.

I am, sir.

Did you set the safety line

or you always keep it there?

[chuckles]

I set it.

Pity my mother

will never know.

Just you and me.

Surprizal only works

when you're a step ahead.

-Really something. I loved it.

-Loved what?

The thought

of eating your pie.

-Heh. Your boat safe?

-[Jim] At least for tonight.

The Hirtles might

set it on fire Monday.

[laughter]

-Meg sings in the church choir?

-Yes, sir.

-Roy Moehner goes to church?

-Front pew.

I think I'll go

to church tomorrow.

Get me another look

at Mr. Moehner.

Get me a good,

deep look into his eyes.

[church bell tolls]

Keepin' a weather eye out

for that dog?

She'd never mount

an attack here.

She'll wait

for a chance to ambush.

Evasion's your only tactic

until you've made

a plan of Surprizal.

What do you think I showed you

that Viking attack for?

To teach me

the Surprizal tactic.

-Why?

-To win the fight with the dog.

-So?

-So, it was all about killing.

-I don't want to kill him!

-You don't?

Gosh, no! He's a dog!

He's your mortal enemy.

Right. He is.

But he's still a dog!

[laughs] Lucky he's not

a cow or a chicken.

Then we'd kill him

and eat him, wouldn't we?

[laughter]

Your enemy's your enemy,

and you're gonna

have to fight him,

but you need battle plans.

One for the dog.

One for Todd.

Two fronts.

You have to be ready.

You don't have to kill 'em,

you just have to win.

I know.

I'm figuring it out.

Surprizal's

going to show me a way.

Okay. Coast's clear.

Here come the Moehners.

Thank you.

Your boy Klaus alright?

Just barely.

Freezing cold he was.

Because he went

into the bay to save my boat.

I'm very grateful.

That was what it was?

He's alive.

Not here at church,

but he's alive.

Your boat

set to sail off, is she?

I figure I'll stay a while.

The inn's a lovely old place.

A complete wreck, but lovely.

I'll renovate it.

Waiting for

his mother to come to terms

with what's best for her

and this grand lad of hers.

We'll have enough money

to pay you off

just as soon as the captain's

immigration papers clear.

Is that so?

Need to pay my bill,

that's all.

Amen to paying bills.

You and your big mouth.

Moehner will be on the phone

with Immigration in the morning

and they'll go over my Merry

with a fine tooth comb.

Sorry.

The look on his face just--

Natural reaction,

but natural reactions

can get you killed sometimes.

Remember: you always have

to "Listen, think, respond."

That's quite a car.

1950 Olsmobile 98.

They say it's the only one

like it in Canada.

Must feel lonely

all by itself up here.

[church organ playing,

Meg singing]

That'll be Meg...

An angel.

Go into church.

I've seen his eyes.

I'll be at the boat after.

How's she look? Bristol?

Bristol?

She looks alright to me.

Good. Let's put her to bed.

[Johnson]

Jim!

I wanna see where that goes.

We can't let Mother know.

-That where Roy Moehner lives?

-That's right.

He's watching us. Right now.

You can see him?

Sun's glinting off

his binoculars.

What's that building

over there?

That's Mr. Moehner's

warehouse.

And the boats

at the dock there?

Klaus'. Mr. Moehner's. Why?

Them's what I heard

the first night.

Their voices. Their talk.

It came across water

like they were whispering

in my ear.

I'll bet they're

trafficking contraband.

You think they are?

I figure maybe. "Roy" is

the French word for "king."

Did you know that?

Do you know what happened

to the French king?

People got fed up and cut

the roi's head off.

We're fed up! So it'll be

off with Roy's head.

[laughter]

You ready?

We'll go to 1719.

It's the golden age

of piracy.

-You ready to go there?

-Now?

If we're going

to cut off the king's head,

we better get prepared.

I'm ready.

Scared, but ready.

It's good to be a little scared

but if we're to save this inn,

we're going to have

a real fight, so we should see

how the pirates fight.

Ready when you are, Captain.

Good. Into those flames we go.

A sail! A sail!

Fair by us. Eastward.

Two points

upon her weather bow.

Set the compass.

Who's that?

Calico Jack and his wife--

the pirate Anne Bonney.

Gosh. She's beautiful.

She's changing course.

Heading southeast.

Chase!

What's happening?

Lookout's seen a sail.

Heading towards

the Spanish Main.

[in French] Captain!

Is it really you?

Are you with us?

Sure am, Pierre.

They speak French?

Some of 'em. Sure they do.

[in French]

Captain Johnson is with us!

[men cheering]

This is my friend,

Jim Hawkins.

Never been in a chase before.

You're good luck, Jim.

It's a great day

when the captain's with us.

You long out of port, Jack?

Sixteen days. We need

to bring something back.

-Will we board and fight, sir?

-I hope not. Come quiet.

Show the black flag,

not the red.

Nose into their quarter

and hope they'll give up.

Don't want their ship.

Just the cargo.

People like living.

[laughter]

Bring up the small arms!

Glad to have you

with the captain,

young master Hawkins.

Sling the yards in chain?

Fore and main

and the crossjack.

Can I do anything?

Watch and learn.

A lot of preparation

for battle.

See if any of it applies

to our Mr. Moehner.

To a short fight, men.

To great profit

and a safe trip home.

God save us all! Hurrah!

[men cheering]

Ugh! You said

rum was good. Yuck!

[horn blares]

Raise our colors!

Fly the black flag!

Calico Jack

designed this flag.

The skull and crossed swords.

Everyone uses it now.

It was his.

Look! Be ready, Jim.

I'm ready, Captain.

Aah!

I'm all right.

You fools! Find cover!

Musketmen!

Ready...

aim...

fire!

Musketmen!

Ready, aim...

-We surrender!

-We surrender!

Drop all your arms on deck

and prepare for boarding.

Grappling arms!

Call your men from above.

One shot and we destroy

you all.

[Kerstin] Jim.

Jim.

The two of you!

My goodness, I leave you

alone for two seconds,

and into Dream Land you go.

Bring those dishes

over here, Jimmy,

and then get up to bed.

Your work all done?

She's ruined everything.

We'll go back tomorrow.

Too late.

The chase will be done.

It's a shooting star, lad,

and they're never done,

are they?

She'll be there

for us tomorrow.

Right where we left off.

What is, is.

It's that simple.

Concentrate.

Remember exactly what you saw.

Would you like a rum,

Captain?

A tea, please.

And some toast?

Prepare? I know what I saw.

Preparation.

Thorough,

detailed preparation.

And preparation's

what we'll need to

take down Roy Moehner.

And Grendel.

Are you going to die?

-I don't think so.

-Good.

Go help your mum.

It's all going to be fine.

Trust me.

He's a great lad, your boy.

We'll have a fight

with Mr. Moehner and his dog,

but this is a fight

I know how to win,

and your son

is learning very fast.

It'll be a battle royale.

Lots of fireworks.

It's Monday

and these officers are here

to clear you into Canada.

Oh, good. Good.

How do you do?

Fine, thank you, sir.

Have you carried anything

at all ashore?

Uh, s-s-sorry?

Have you brought

anything ashore?

Toothbrush.

Clothes to dry out.

That sort of thing.

If you want to look, come,

the room's upstairs.

Captain Johnson?

Stay here, please.

-You don't want to see my room?

-Just your papers.

My papers?

They're on the bar there.

Oh, damn. In my pocket.

Silly.

Bad night.

Get 'em now and then.

How long do

you plan to stay?

Oh, the old girl's gotta

come out of the water.

Planks need to be looked at

before she's safe

to put out to sea

and the engine's down.

When do you plan to leave?

Um, spring?

You can support yourself?

Going to go to the bank as soon

as you give me permission.

Welcome to Canada.

Close to 100 a month

once you count his rum.

And he's given

a month's security.

Unheard of.

We got enough?

With some to spare.

You want me to come with you?

I'll be fine.

Just fine.

Count it!

Give me my receipt.

He's the slimiest man

in the world.

He smiles,

I want to throw up.

Roy is not going

to go away easily.

[door opens]

Someone's called Immigration

complaining they were

too easy on the captain!

They're coming back.

Roy Moehner.

If Immigration takes his

permit--

Roy figures you'll take

back your money and leave.

Ha!

He's aiming to dismast us.

-What are we going to do?

-What can we do? Prepare.

Prepare? Prepare how?

For what?

Prepare for battle.

Plan an attack.

We surprise

our Mr. Roy Moehner.

It's a Pirate trick, Mom.

They call it Surprizal.

He won't expect us to attack,

so we will.

We're going to attack

Roy Moehner?

We shall, Mrs. Hawkins.

Roy's run of luck

may come to its end today.

All endeavors legal,

of course.

Where'd he get that car from?

I don't know. Why?

It's not one

that's sold in Canada.

Then how come he has it?

Have you ever seen

inside his warehouse?

Seen what's in it?

The one on the point?

No? Why?

He's just curious,

that's all.

Are you sure that car's

not sold in Canada?

Dead sure.

Only in America.

Must've been

brought in somehow.

Really?

You're smiling.

I am, Kerstin.

For sure, I am.

Jim, you know what to do?

With the car?

Yes.

Don't get caught.

Be nice to them when they come.

They'll be wrapped around it.

[laughter]

We're all set, then?

Captain?

Good luck to all of us.

You forget something,

gentlemen?

We have a few more questions

we'd like to ask

Captain Johnson, ma'am.

Please let him know

we've arrived.

We'll wait for him

by his boat.

When the winds

calm down, Shirley.

Robert.

I was sailing from England.

Ah, England's so beautiful

this time of year.

The air has a crisp--

Captain, you're getting

sidetracked again.

Some days are better

than others, I'm afraid.

I was on a port tack

when I was caught in the storm.

Extraordinary storm.

Quite a challenge

for a single-hander.

The tiller

was nearly pulled--

Captain Johnson,

please focus.

Where was your...

I thought you gentleman

might be in need

of something wet and warm.

[thud]

Uhh!

Captain, are these two ruffians

treating you unkindly?

If they are, tell me

and I'll get involved.

Sorry for bothering you again

about Captain Johnson.

And thanks for warming us up,

Miss O'Leary. Quite wonderful.

[chuckles]

Why don't you two come in

for a bite to eat

with Kerstin and me.

Now?

We'd love to, ma'am.

Thank you.

Truth be told,

we're starving.

Shirley still inside?

Yep, and Roy Moehner's

up there, too.

Tire's flat. Good.

May we have the key,

please, Shirley?

Oh...

Ma'am, what is, is.

[low whistle]

Oh, my.

I'll hold the key, Robin.

Jim and I will stand guard here

until you come back.

Shirley,

you'll stay here with us.

[laughter]

[door opens]

Hello, Robin.

I have a flat tire.

I wonder if you--

-Mr. Roy Moehner?

-Yes?

How did you get that car,

that Oldsmobile 98,

into the country?

Newfoundland.

A boat of mine brought it here

when they joined Confederation.

Did you think that was legal?

My lawyer assured me it was.

Lawyers advise,

the choice is yours.

What's in that warehouse

on the point?

Commercial goods.

Let's go have a look, then.

I-I-I don't have a key.

We do.

You thought

you could dismast us,

didn't you,

Mr. Gentleman?

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Now just get out of my way.

-You going swimming?

-What the hell?

We just blew your ship

out of the water, mister.

And you don't even know

it sank, do you?

Well, you're about to find out!

Surprizal!

Mr. Moehner, please be advised

that we are arresting you

on charges of the illegal

importation of contraband goods

with further charges pending.

Surprizal, Mr. Roy Moehner.

[Moehner]

What are you doing?

They're taking you to Halifax.

I need to speak to my wife.

Kerstin will call her.

He'd been smuggling everything

fancy in for his "resort."

-The inn.

-Which means what?

Jail. He's got

enough illegal booze

to keep an army

drunk for years.

And our mortgage?

This seems proof

of extortion.

He was a conniving cheat,

a rat.

Well, now that that's done,

all the inn needs is money.

[laughter]

We'll get it.

[Meg singing]

[Kerstin]

Don't be a shilly-shally.

[sighs]

What a day.

There's still Grendel and Todd.

I'm working on a plan.

But for tomorrow...

will we go back

to Calico Jack?

We will, but tonight

you need to write your paper,

and I need more rum.

-Heh!

-Upstairs, now.

Heh. You don't burn

yourself, either?

No.

But you can't fly, can you?

No. No, I can't fly.

But I'll tell you

what I can do.

I can get damn cold.

[laughter]

[school bell rings]

Stop doing that, Todd.

You got my dad arrested.

I'm warning you, Todd.

Nyah! You gonna cry on me?

No, I'm not going

to cry on you.

I'm gonna kill your dog.

You'd really kill Grendel?

If it turned into a fight

to the death, sure,

but that's not how it's going

to happen with a dog.

Hurry up, Jenny.

We'll be late.

How many pages is this?

Eleven.

I asked for five.

It's a big subject.

Did you do this?

Yes, sir.

The last time I asked you,

you said you didn't

even have a paint set.

I bought one.

I have a part-time job.

[Brand] Hurry it up.

We'll all drown if you're

not quick about it.

[Low]

Porky!

[Porky]

I can't hold on for long.

[James]

Struck the water building,

the foundation of it.

That's how I know about it.

It opens up just

twice a year.

Then the surge

won't let you in.

[Johnson]

Saw a formation like that

south of Krakatoa once.

Magical. Perfect.

Captain!

-Jim?

-I got an A-plus.

An A-plus, and that was

just on the first part.

Mr. Herkes let me have till

after Christmas to finish it,

but he's given me an A-plus

on what I've done so far. Here.

Where's the captain?

Down in the basement.

Jim, this is wonderful.

In the basement? Why?

He's going to write up

a history of the place

for the travel brochure

that he's going to get printed.

He said you start

from the bottom up,

so that's where he is.

Down there.

I'm going to go

tell him my mark.

Captain Johnson!

Captain Johnson?

[Johnson]

Coming, Jim.

[splashing,

Johnson grunting]

Hold on. I'm coming.

-Captain!

-Gimme a hand here, son.

I loved that hat.

We better get out of here.

Right. We better had.

What's that?

This, lad,

is a piece of eight.

This is what you came back

to Grey rocks for?

Maybe. Maybe not, though.

Maybe I came back for you.

What do you think?

I think What is, is,

Captain.

What is, is.

Quick, boy.

We'll show it to Mom!

Oh, to hell with it.

I'm not losing that hat

after all these years.

I'm going back after it.

I'll put a safety line

on you.

[Meg sings along

with the radio]

[Jim]

Mother. Meg. We need help!

Jim!

[Jim]

In here, Mom!

Ohh. Are you hurt?

You scared

the wits out of us, boy.

Captain,

you're soaking wet!

-I had to get wet.

-Why?

To get you this.

Oh. It's beautiful.

And this.

Holy Mary.

Is this you done

with Grey Rocks then?

Heh heh. By Jove, no, lad.

What, with what we have to do

with the inn,

with my boat,

with the Moehners,

more work on your essay--

I expect

I'll be here for ages.

Do you think there's

any more treasure down there?

I expect we'll have

to find out, won't we?

[dramatic music playing]