Original subtitles

Well, everyone, I have a little work to take care of.

Look, Paul, this is a parrot like Captain Jonas has.

Let's see it, hello to it.

Oh, hey, mate.

Damn, body me, Phil Bortner.

Not very talkative, is he?

I guess nobody ever tried to teach me anything.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I guess nobody ever tried to teach him.

I haven't got any time to spend on his education.

Like I said, I have a little business to tend to.

How long will you be, Paul?

Well, son, it could take all afternoon.

You think you'll be able to find a way to pass the time?

I'm gonna go and say goodbye to Captain Jonas.

I'll be sure and stay out of trouble.

I will.

Stay out of trouble.

Did you hear that, Paul?

Sounds like pretty good advice to me.

Stay out of trouble.

Stay out of trouble.

Stay out of trouble.

Stay out of trouble.

Stay out of trouble.

Forest with a

suffandel

St.,

Dogunn

St.

St.,

G and

St.

I like the nickel and its tall as the mountain was he.

Daniel Boone was a man, gets a big band.

He was brave, he was fearless and as tough as a mighty old tree.

From the coon skin cap on the top of old band

to the heel of his raw high chew,

the ripenest roar and the spindest man,

the frontier ever knew.

Daniel Boone was a man, gets a big band.

And he fought for America to make all American street.

But if the water's doing what it means, I'm gonna go and see.

MUSIC

Good morning, Corporal.

Here's the manifest.

The duplicates if you need them.

MUSIC

Daniel, take the scene again order Mr. Boone.

Guard, take these upstairs, please.

MUSIC

Stand fast.

MUSIC

Hey, he's getting away.

Stand fast.

Stand fast.

Stand fast.

Come here.

Come here.

MUSIC

We've got him in.

MUSIC

I'm in Hetley.

Captain Jonas! Captain Jonas!

Captain Jonas! Captain Jonas! Come on!

Doors open.

Oh, I ate Captain Jonas! Oh, I ate.

Did you hear that tune out there?

I, that is pretty shooting I've heard in my day.

And many is the nine pounder I've touched off

from the deck of the unicorn here.

Oh, hi, unicorn!

Hey, remember this French privateer closing in on us just off the Bahamas?

Carrying twice to say and twice to our guns she was.

How do we know that kind of shooting Captain Jonas?

Well, sir, the very first broad side from the unicorn,

and we've parted that French's mane must knead as the hair on a Parsons wig.

I mean, they're shooting out there in the street right now,

and all the soldiers running and everything.

And how are your anchor lady and take it slow?

On his Captain Jonas, he was chasing this man, and he was carrying a box.

MUSIC

Commodore's coming! I guess you want to see what's going on.

Look, Commodore!

Oh, I'm coming at the full sail, too.

Oh, looks like a storm's brewing.

Ah, Matt found the hatches!

I thought we had him cornered, sir, when he ran in here, but he sort of disappeared.

With the dispatch box, of course.

I'm not too sure about that.

I remember when we were chasing him, I kept hearing those sleigh bells,

and all of a sudden they stopped, so it's possibly might have hidden the box somewhere.

But you're not too sure about that either.

No, sir.

MUSIC

Well, there's one thing you can be sure about, unless that thief is locked in the guardhouse

by this time tomorrow, a certain ex-corpral will be put there in his place.

Can you tell me who that ex-corpral would be?

Corporal?

Yes, sir. Me, sir.

Well, I must say your fund of factual knowledge is increasing.

LAUGHTER

Corporal, I'm sure these good people have business of their own to occupy their valuable time.

Yes, sir.

All right, you heard the Commodore now move along.

Jones!

I suggest you stirs the stable area.

When you're done, leave a watch here.

That thief may return to look for that box himself in the likely event that you fail to uncover it.

Lieutenant.

MUSIC

All right, Matt.

MUSIC

I saw him throw it in there just before they chase him away.

Blow me down.

Hey!

Now!

Good night!

It was heavy, say you.

Made a very big splash.

Miss Finn awful important the way they would chase him.

I'd, I'd, I'd expect it is.

How about I go tell the Commodore?

The way that talks mate don't go stir up any whirlpools.

I know the ways the British Navy and you don't.

But it thinks of things.

And the British and the British.

I guess not that scurvy dog's name's favorite.

There might be secret papers in that box.

If there are, it's my judgment they're better off an hour hands than the British.

You don't love the British do you?

The King, quartering soldiers on the people,

hiding poor lads from the hard arm?

And your pods say the same thing.

Now you gotta get me hulk on that box.

Just one hitch.

How are you gonna get that box?

Away from all those soldiers.

You leave that old Jonas.

You're not alone now lad.

I've got yourself a shipmate.

Get me that job now.

We're gonna disguise that box as a Kegel rum.

It's a waste of good rum, but we wouldn't want them doubt in our words now would we?

Oh.

Alright, you're not alone.

I'm not alone.

I'm not alone.

Oh.

Alright, laddie.

Let's lay a course to them well.

Hey you two.

Move off now, and I'll not be telling you a second time.

Well now, watch things coming too.

Would have served with the King of the Nye poor lad of ladle of water.

Rum's been meeting drink to me these forty years.

What a poor part, innocent boy.

Alright, take a drink and then go.

Careful lad, the cover wouldn't like it if you was to chance to topple in.

No!

She was your baby, you!

That was a full gas carom!

It wasn't very big.

Another hogs had rum from, and it's not for waste.

Get away to that bucket with you and fetch it.

I never paid a score.

Yes sir.

It's going on here.

Rum seems laddie to full gas go rum into the well.

I may hang by me thumbs if I see you.

You'll be hung by your neck if you don't get him up here in just one second.

Ooh, I'm sorry, call poor.

You're interfering with the King's business here.

Hold it!

King's business is not a good thing.

Hold it!

King's business, what kind of business?

None of yours.

Now up with that bucket of you're going to the guard house, the both of you.

It's heavy as an anchor, I can't punch it.

God help me with it, buckets.

Guys!

Police Baker!

What's in this thing?

Oh, you'll never make a say to Laddie.

But I had both my hands.

I couldn't do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

I could do it.

But I had both my hands.

I could hoist a schooler's mane through.

Buy me a cell for never draw a hard breast.

Give me that.

Oh, time you get back up here.

What took you so long?

Oh!

Oh!

Thank you kindly, Corporal.

And good luck to you, the King's business.

Whatever it is.

Look at you.

She's coming in a blue stretch.

Store.

Lock.

Oh!

That must be gold from the hoist to it.

Come on.

Take the blue men packing and their self-detality enough.

There ought to be a big reward.

The war?

If you've gone death, glad.

Wait, turn this over to the Commodore.

He'll flap us both in irons as accessories to the crime.

I say it's the King's gold and the King's short, have it?

Paul, I agree to that.

Not money.

Well, here's your Paul, not mine.

Oh, now, Lattie.

If you knew the way I suffered at the hands of the King's navy,

suffered, and the poor people of this town were just like you.

We're just seeing that the British get back a little bit of what they give.

And we're rich, Lattie.

Rich as long as we're all running a coach.

With Roman tobacco for the rest of our lives.

Can I help you?

You keep a sharp look out while I take this in the back and open the lock.

Hi-hi, Captain.

Captain Jonas, it's a mount with a scar.

It's back!

It's down to sight.

He's still out there.

He's come looking for his box.

That's a fit he would have didn't leave at the bottom of the well for him to find.

Just some iron and brass.

Not even secret papers.

Why would he want to steal a box from...

Well, why would the Commodore want it back so bad?

Have the wind be there, Lattie.

Another thing I can't fathom.

Wide scar face out there, risk sailing across the Commodore's bow just to get it.

We'll swear an oath, Lattie.

An oath?

Of silence.

You and me are the only two who know what happened to that box, ain't we?

And we know what the British will do if they find out, don't we?

Draw an uncortered sure as you're born and strung up to the highlands.

We know what that happened to me.

What are we going to swear on?

The unicorn.

You're in witness.

Ah!

Ah!

Now the hatches.

Ah!

I'm in witness.

Ah!

Now the hatches.

Ah!

I'm in witness.

And now the hatches.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Find ship the unicorn.

Honest and true to me, she was.

You're not to find a better thing to swear on.

I swear to keep mum on what we did today and never to tell the name of my shipmate.

Or may I, boy, in an oil.

Swear.

I swear.

Sharon, Cheryl, like.

And so we shall.

I'll keep these bits of metal.

And the box will come in handy for you when you're back in boons.

They'll be your lunches.

Just fits.

You mean it's for me?

On a way present so you'll not forget old Captain Jonas.

May I best hoist your jibs and set a course away from me.

And look out for Scarface.

She'll come off ward his course.

It'll be your last voyage.

Remember worship mates and remember what we swore.

You can count on me.

Mum's the word.

Fairwind's lad.

Fairwind's lad.

Bye.

Fairwind's.

Argh!

She's a real beauty Israel.

Just the thing for the metal of the new room your father's promised to build you.

You close your drive by now and you better get dressed.

Why, Mom?

You just have to take them off again when I go to bed.

Suppose I said why bother to tidy the beds every day.

They're just gonna get must again when we go to sleep.

Why do you bother, Mom?

Because we're a neat and civilized family.

Yes, ma'am.

You better get dressed.

Think I hear your father asking.

Oh, you're back early.

Mmm, all finished.

We could leave in the morning and have a play.

Oh, wonderful.

Where's this one?

Changing his clothes.

I had to wash every stitch of his clothes.

I don't know what we do for excitement without that boy.

We had plenty of excitement down to government house.

Today I was there when some fellow stole a dispatch case where our mother knows it was Commodore Morrison.

What happened to him?

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

What happened to him?

I don't know.

The last time I saw him he was heading for the Hill, six or seven soldiers, actually.

Where'd this come from?

Oh, here's a real brother.

Is that something, Mom?

Well, I don't know.

This is an official dispatch case like the one all the ruckus was about this afternoon.

How'd you come by this, son?

Oh, um, I found it.

Bottom of a well.

King Seale.

Anyone see you with this?

No, Pa.

I'm just down there all alone.

Israel, put your coat on.

We're going to pay a visit to Commodore Morrison.

This may be the box they're looking for.

If it is a center, it's returned the better.

Can't we just throw it away or something?

There's something's in it.

Israel, this is the King's property.

A man could be hung just for breaking the seal.

What does it matter?

Along to the British?

The truth matters is we're possibly keeping innocent people from becoming involved with the vaccine.

Don't be like this, Saffron.

I don't think I'm going to be very hungry.

And after accidentally falling into this well, the location of which escapes you,

you stumbled across this empty box.

And you've no idea how it got down there in the first place.

And then you picked up the box and you climbed back out all by yourself.

Quite a feat for a boy of your size to climb out of a well alone and unaided,

carrying this heavy dispatch box in the bargain.

Don't you think?

I asked you a question, boy.

My son is not a liar, Commodore.

And I won't have him badgered in this way.

Now you have your box back. I think we'll just be leaving now.

I must ask you to wait, Mr. Boone. I'm not finished yet.

With the boy or with you?

Corporal.

Is that the boy, Corporal?

Yes, sir.

And is that the man?

No, sir. He was an older man of medium build.

Perhaps you can enlighten this as to the identity of this older man of medium build.

Israel, if you have any idea of what he's talking about, tell the Commodore.

Cat's got your tongue, eh, boy?

I suggest we refresh this young man's memory into the location of the well,

wherein he found this box.

Perhaps when you're at the scene, you'll be stimulated to recall the details of your story.

Follow me, Mr. Boone.

Corporal, bring that box.

Now that young man, I submit that you did not fall into this well, you were lured in by an accomplice.

This older man of medium build.

Now that young man, I submit that you did not fall into this well, you were lured in by an accomplice.

This older man of medium build.

I want his name.

Tell the son, like he's taught, he's an illegal man who stole a box in the first place.

Don't you see the man was just using you to retrieve that box?

Whoever he is, he'll swing.

Very well.

I've tried to be patient with you.

Corporal, put the boy under arrest, and accessory to the private.

Now hold on, Corporal.

He's just a little boy, you can see that.

And I'm sure if he knows who the man is, he'll tell you, but right now you've got him so scared he can't talk.

Now let me reason with him for a little while, and I promise you you'll have all the information you want.

I gave you an order, Corporal.

You're puttin' Mr. Gwynell looks straight.

That will be enough, Mr. Boone.

You let me go, Pawn!

All right, you go, Pawn.

Take your hands off of him, Corporal.

You come back here!

Corporal, let him go.

As long as we have Boone, the boy will go far.

Put him in her eyes.

All right, Mr. Boone, let's move, and no more tricks.

I'll get you back.

I think if I wanted to blame Captain Jonas, it was all my fault.

I started it.

This one ought to tell.

Now they've got Pawn.

I'm sure your father will be all right, Israel.

He's probably worrying about you right now.

Son, now pay attention.

This box that all the fuss is about.

Were you actually there with Captain Jonas when he first opened the lock?

No.

I was out in front, keeping an eye on the man with a scar.

But on his mark, he was filled with nothing but junk.

I know that's all that was in it when Captain Jonas showed it to you.

But I'm sure that Commodore Morrison is not the kind of man.

The lock box is a scrap metal in his desk.

Israel?

Dear, I'm afraid your Captain Jonas is used to.

That box probably was full of gold, just as you thought.

And your sea captain is probably packing up right now, getting ready to make away with it.

No!

Captain Jonas wouldn't do anything like that.

He just wouldn't risk war on shipmates.

Israel?

Oh, out he's a fine thing.

And if you're right, there's no harm in telling the whole truth to Commodore Morrison.

Israel, your father's in this very deep. We all are.

Suppose you're wrong about Captain Jonas.

Do you want to see him run away with all that gold and leave your father to pay the piper?

No, ma'am.

I'm going to tell Commodore the whole truth about the dispatch case, just the way you told it to me.

I want you to stay right here, right in this room until I get back.

Yes ma'am.

You can lock the door and open it to no one but me under any circumstance.

Do you understand?

Yes ma'am.

Oh, this bread and honey in the cupboard, it'll tide you over till I get back.

Israel, lock this door.

Where's it?

I'm Rebecca Boone. I'd like to see Commodore Morrison.

The Commodore's at dinner, madam.

You'll tell him it's very important and I'd like to see him.

I'm sorry, ma'am but the Commodore gets very annoyed if his dinner is disturbed.

At once?

I don't know.

No, I don't know.

I'm sorry, Madam.

I don't know.

I'm sorry, ma'am but the Commodore gets very annoyed if his dinner is disturbed.

At once?

You may wait in his office if you wish.

Now you see here, Corporal.

You've got my husband here and my child half frightened to death.

I'm not going to sit in that office and cool my heels where your Commodore sips his after dinner port.

Now you go tell him wherever he is that Mrs. Boone is here and she has all the information he wants about his precious box.

Now you tell him if he wants to catch his thief, he better get here and in a hurry.

Yes, ma'am.

Captain Jonas!

Captain Jonas!

It's me.

This is a man with a scar, he's chasing me.

Hey, Cynthia.

Wouldn't you be safe for off at home, lad?

I don't think so.

You're a real ship mate.

I was there at the well when they put the screws on you.

Ah, but you didn't drag me into this mess and it gives old Jonas a chance to haul anchor while they're still a breeze.

My ma was right.

I was out there. You took the gold for yourself.

Then you filled the box with his junk.

And now you're taking off with the gold and leaving me and my pot of pay the piper.

You're all of a clove, it's lad.

I'd sure lose my other hand than cross a ship mate.

Look here.

Look.

Where's the gold?

Where's the gold?

Only be done, sir.

Then why are you packing to leave?

Well, I'm a proper shame to tell you why.

But it's nothing to do with the box.

The comadors might be anxious to get his hooks on me.

And I have no mind to spend the rest of these days in some pest written prison.

Waiting for a glory day at the end of a rope at the top of the comadors yard are nuts.

The pain truth.

You can call me a coward if you like.

But I never cross a ship mate.

A spade, a spade.

Oh, shut your trap.

Good night.

I don't care about the gold, Captain Jonas.

You can have it. All of it.

It's just a... they've got my paw.

They're the only one that can convince the comador that he said nothing to do with it.

Please, Captain Jonas, it means an awful lot to me.

You please go to the comador and tell him the truth.

Please.

I'd sooner sail up to execution, Doctor.

But I'll do it.

Only you gotta believe I didn't take that gold.

Let's hurry.

I have come for the gold.

Until I have it, that the you, now the boy will leave this room alive.

And that's the whole story, Comador.

Either that box was filled with those pieces of iron or this Captain Jonas has your gold.

I'll leave this room alive.

And that's the whole story, Comador.

Either that box was filled with those pieces of iron or this Captain Jonas has your gold.

Corporal?

Corporal?

Yes, Fetch the prisoner boon.

Yes, sir.

You see, Mrs. Boon, you told me everything, except where I may find your boy.

And I won't tell you that.

I can only assure you that my boy and my husband are innocent of any willful wrong against the crown.

Mm.

The jigsaw fits together very neatly, Mrs. Boon.

Except for one small piece.

I gave your boy every opportunity to tell me the same story you've just given me.

Why are you supposed to chose to lie to me?

Well, I don't understand that myself.

I said some kind of childlike loyalty to Captain Jonas.

Sworing shipmates, I believe, is the way he put it.

Being a naval man, Mrs. Boon, I can't understand it.

In fact, I understand a great deal from what you told me.

Sworn shipmates.

I'm afraid I have some rather bad news for you, Mrs. Boon.

If your son had only told me the whole truth from the beginning, things might have been different.

As it is, we are faced with a very serious situation.

Becky.

Dad.

Is this real safe?

Safe.

I'm changing, Corporal.

And Nick, quick about it.

I owe you an apology, Mr. Boon, but I'm afraid there's no time now.

Your son's life may be in danger.

I just love you.

Whatever you have, I'm afraid you're not.

I'm sorry, Mr. Boon, you best tell me it quickly.

If this is some kind of trick.

I assure you it is not.

That box your boy found was indeed filled with worthless metal scraps.

It was a ruse planted in my desk to trap a scuff-ass portuguese

who'd been stealing official secrets from this office.

Well, then why did you want her to tame our boy?

A minnow to catch a shark, Mr. Boon.

And you say our son's life is in danger?

That portuguese believes the box he stole was filled with gold.

By now, all feebas must know it was your boy who found it.

Whatever your son is, Mrs. Boon, that portuguese is not far away.

Now please tell me where he is.

You better tell him back here.

I'll take you there.

I want you to be sure.

My patience is waiting thin.

I told you, I know.

The box was empty, no, it wasn't empty, it was full.

But it was nothing in it.

But...

No!

We're going in the trap!

Go on!

I've had enough of this.

Now, if it is a game you wish to play, we will play it together.

Now, let it in, and it is you.

And it is me.

And it is a gold.

It is a tour of you against me and the gold.

If the gold is not in the game by the time the glass runs out, the boy will die.

There's less than five minutes left about class!

Then in less than five minutes, there will be only you and me to finish the game.

Hey, Drew!

Hey, Drew!

You could have made it.

If I were a legend, trouble him had a sworn ship made nearby, that's where I'd go.

Captain Jonas.

Wait!

I lied to you.

I've got the gold.

Oh, shh.

An interesting game and very well played, Missy.

So you did have the gold after all, eh?

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Great, got the best of you, boy.

I hid the gold in the old bootman I buried it after you left.

Can you find it in your heart to forgive an old pirate?

Just leave me alone.

Swear to be shipmates.

Now this time you were double-crossing me.

I'm my Paul Rotten Prison.

So you couldn't roll in your coach.

Oh, boy.

Leave me alone.

Don't even talk to me.

I hate you, you scurry dog.

We're wasting time.

I hate you, but it's cold, monsieur.

I'll take you two in one condition.

The boy goes free.

So he can run for the soldiers?

This is a game for men, not children.

He'll hurt the bargain.

The boy goes free first.

I don't need your help.

You can do what you want with me.

Anything.

Him too for all I care.

Scurvy dogs, both of you.

I hope that you get what you deserve.

Help!

Somebody help!

Get in, go!

Open up in there.

There's a back door.

Captain Jonas?

Are you in there?

Nobody's here.

Let's go.

Anything?

No.

Go, go.

Assemble the garrison.

Every man jack on duty or off.

I want them all in front of government house in ten minutes.

You settle up two horses on the double.

Go to my family.

The boy almost gave the game away.

And now, Missy, they're gold.

The boy goes free, or I don't butch.

Time to the vest.

If you cross me, I will come back and toss his light.

This will be your own gold lad.

I won't be seeing you again.

It's old Jonas, last voyage.

40 years before the mast.

The gales blowing in my ear.

An hard tuck rum gun in me gut.

And I'm to end me days.

Like the old unicorn herself.

With nothing but a rusty old anchor.

The marker bones.

You have done enough talking.

Nice feet.

Good morning.

It's enough. You're moving.

Hey, you have to have a shovel to take a treasure.

What a grave, Missy.

I'll play, I'll play.

What? Shut up!

Right. You're to write to the tool gate on the post road,

you're to the bridgehead of the river.

And remember, a scarf-faced man and a pairhead boy of ten.

Come on, you take a spot of men to the docks.

You've seen the boy and the portuguese.

Comb every building, looking every culvert under the pier everywhere.

And report back here to be every half-hour.

Carry on.

Squad one, fall out and follow me.

Now, the rest of you.

House to house, street by street.

I want no stone left unturned.

Carry on.

A lieutenant, stationed one man at the wayside tavern,

just in case the bar returns on his own.

Mr. Boone, would you take these two men and search the general area of the Liberty Stable?

Keep a sharp eye. The man may be in need of a horse.

Mr. Boone, you best remain here with me.

How much for there?

Hmm?

Over there by that anchor.

And last to the unicorn.

There.

There.

Vic.

I'll play.

I'll play.

I'll play.

I'll play.

I'll play.

I'll play.

I'll play.

You ma'am. Over here.

Someone in there fetch the Commodore.

I'll play.

I'll play.

I'll play.

Who tied you, son?

Captain Jonas.

There.

Becky.

In here, the back row.

Oh, can you open your seat?

Just like you said, ma.

Captain Jonas had the gold all the time.

He's down with the Scarface man to dig it up.

Did they take where?

No, but the Scarface man said if he didn't get the gold he'd be back to douse my light.

Son, there never was any gold in that box.

Just scrap metal.

It was a trap for the man with the scar on his face.

But Captain Jonas swore that he had the gold in the boomer...

...crime and Italy. He did it to save me.

Now that man with the scar, I'll kill him.

If only we knew where they went.

A holy unicorn!

Roy Stanger!

That's it, Pop. The Unicorn.

That's what he was trying to tell me when he tied me up.

He said he'd end up like the Unicorn with only a God-forsanking anchor to mark her bones.

Israel.

Honest, ma'am. That's what he said.

The exact words. I know where the Unicorn lies.

I know exactly where.

You two stay here. You may be back to the bar.

Nighting for a rum soaked sponge.

The time was to shift into sand.

No! I know it was right beside the flook of this anchor.

Skip digging.

Hurry, Pop!

Faster!

That's as far as I go.

I'm sick and I'm tired and I reach the end of my string.

There's no gold in the waltzany.

Go ahead and shoot.

I remember this.

If any harm comes my boy back there,

I swear I'll come back from my grave.

And I'll see the cover of your insides.

If you have nothing more to save, this year.

Show?

Right, yes, your own.

No!

Drop that gun.

That's what I meant. This is Boone. About shipmates.

Not scrap metal this time.

His Majesty's government is pleased to reward you for the return of this box

and for your heroic part in the apprehension of a traitor to the crown.

How is this to be divided?

Share and share alike.

We're shipmates.

Crime and Italy. It's a bloomin' fortune.

Israel, what do you say?

I say we're Richard's lords rolling in a coach with enough for rummin' to back you for the rest of our days.

That's a good thing we're going back to Boone's borough.

Not a minute to, sir.