All language subtitles for The Devil-Ship Pirates 1964 1080p BluRay x264-OFT_[English] (SUBRIP)

(soft music)

(bright music)

(cannon firing)

(water splashing)

(ship crashing)

- Look out aloft.

(mast crashing)

Cut that rigging free.

Get that mast over the side.

- Clear the guns.

You, up aloft to clear the lines.

Clear all the lines.

Come on.

(cannon booming)
(man shouting)

(man screaming)

Get that gun firing.

(cannon exploding)

Bring her around, man, hard-a-lee.

- She's not answering, captain.

- Give me a hand here.

Take over the helm.

Steady as she goes.

(cannon exploding)
(man screaming)

- We are holed, captain.

Right on the water line.

- Hard over, disengage.

Get below, mister.

Plug the holes.

Close the gun ports.

Set the foresail!

We're disengaging, bosun.

- Aye, captain.

- What did he say?

- We're running, thank God.

(suspenseful music)

- Right, come on.

Jump to it.

Look lively with that foresail.

- You mustn't disengage.

It's cowardice.

Cowardice and treachery.

- Get out of my way.

- You are not a pirate now.

You are part of the Spanish Navy.

I am taking command of this ship.

I order you to go below.

I am taking command of this ship.

Return to your battle stations.

Now you--
(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- He's still alive.

- Throw him overboard.

No, wait.

Take him below, I'll deal with him later.

(cannon exploding)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

- We've stopped the flow of water, sir.

But it's a makeshift job, it
won't get us back to Spain

if we strike rough weather.

(soft music)

(ominous music)

(voices clamouring)

- All right, now, come on, break it up.

There's work to be done.

- But we're burying our dead, bosun,

our comrades-in-arms.

- Baraosso was one of
those killed, wasn't he?

- Aye.

- Well, who's got the gold
nugget he wore around his neck?

Give it to me.

- If you want it, you'll take it from me

like any of the others got to.

- I'll take it.

(hand slapping)

Next time, move more quickly.

Pepe.

- Captain?
- You know this coastline?

- Oh yes, captain.

I was a prisoner here
for two years in '79.

- Very well, you come below to my cabin.

You too, bosun.

- Well, they're all cleaned.

Who's gonna read the burial service?

- I'll do it.

- This inlet here, do you know it?

- Oh, yes, captain.

I've been across them marshes
there half a dozen times.

- Nothing smaller than a
town marked on this map.

Do you remember any villages?

- Villages?

- Oh, I.
- Yes or no?

- No, there couldn't have been, captain.

I'll tell you why, 'cause
we was looking for a tavern.

Now, if there'd been a--
- You can go.

- What do you have in mind, captain?

- The tide's setting us
in towards that inlet.

We'll lower the longboat

and row into the marshes
as far as we can go.

- Top of the tide's in two hours, sir.

- And when it ebbs, we'll be aground.

- Exactly.

That'll give us time to
repair the hull and the mast

and get some of the--

- Beg pardon, sir,

but it'll be spring tide in two days.

That only gives us four days

before we have to float off again.

- I'm well aware of the tides, mister.

- But we haven't enough men

to make the repairs in four days, sir.

We've lost nearly half the ship's company

since we left Spain and have no craftsmen.

It's not possible.

- Mister, you will have this ship repaired

and ready to come up
in four days from now.

Is that quite clear?

- I'll get the longboat out, captain.

It'll be a tough rowing
and the men are exhausted.

- If we're still here in the morning,

we'll be a sitting target

for every English ship that sees us.

And make no mistake about it,
bosun, they'll be looking.

- Aye, captain.

- Where are you going, mister?

- To take charge of the longboat, sir.

- I'll do that.

You stay aboard, guard the prisoner.

- Prisoner, sir?

- Yes.

Your highborn friend, Don Jose Margella.

Inciting the crew to mutiny.

If he's still alive in the
morning, I'm going to hang him.

- No bottom.

Three fathoms.

Two fathoms.

One fathom, five.

One fathom, four.

(wood creaking)

- I'll have a word with
the captain about this.

- The day the captain listens
to you, I'm jumping ship.

- Quiet aft.

- One fathom, two.

One fathom, dead.

One fathom, dead.

- He'll have us aground in a minute.

- He knows what he's doing.

- Yeah?

If he knows so much, why
did he get us in the armada

in the first place?

- Next man to talk loses his tongue.

- Five feet.

Five feet.

Five feet and dropping.

- Slip the tow rope.

Helm hard over.

(tense music)

(wood creaking)

- What?

What was that?

- I told you, Don Jose,

we're putting into the English
marshes to make repairs.

- Oh, yes.

I'd forgotten.

England?

- We're too badly damaged
to get back to Spain.

It had to be England or France.

We're just as likely to be murdered

in either place if we're caught.

- He tried to murder me.

Now he's risking all your lives.

- He's doing the right thing for the ship

and the ship's company.

- I don't understand you.

Manuel.

You know the,

you know the kind of man he is.

Yet

you agree with everything he does.

- Personal feelings don't enter into it.

I think he's harsh, yes.

Brutal even.

But he's my commanding officer.

And as long as this ship is in the service

of King Philip of Spain,

I'm bound to support and obey him.

You, of all people, must know
what the meaning of duty is.

(seagulls cawing)

- It really is deserted.

- I don't like it, though.

We're bottled up here.

If anything should happen,
we'd not stand a chance.

(suspenseful music)

- A woman!

- Antonio, Pedro, get her.

- Over there.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, look at her go.

(water splashing)

- I don't want to harm you,

but I need information
and I intend to get it.

Now, where are you from?

- Polruan.
- Where's that?

- Across the marshes.
- How far?

- About two miles.

- [Captain] How big is it?

- It's pretty big.

It's quite big, in fact.

It has a fort and about
100 soldiers and cannons.

- Show me.

- That.

- This is where we are.

That's 30 miles away.

- Your map must be wrong,
or you've made a mistake.

That's the inlet you're in.

- This place is called Trebah.

You said you were from Polruan.

Polruan's too small to be on this map.

You wanted me to think
Polruan was big, didn't you?

That I'd be too frightened to attack it,

knowing that your relatives
and the men of the village,

like all the English, are cowards.

You are fright--
- They aren't cowards.

They're fighting with the fleet.

Every one of them volunteered.

- So all the young men
are away from the village.

Thank you.

Bosun.

- Pepe.

- Aye, bosun.

- Take her out.

- Aye, aye.

- Lock her up.

Bring me the key.

- Aye, captain.

Go on.

- Come on.

- We'll have to take that village, bosun.

- There's a bare 20 of us, captain.

- She discovered us.

Others are bound to in the next four days.

Besides, there'll be craftsmen there.

Smiths, carpenters.

Women who can sew sails.

The first officer can reconnoitre for us.

Tell him I want to see him.

- Aye, sir.

Captain.
- Well?

- I don't trust him on a job like this.

It's not as though he was one of us.

- Apart from you, bosun, he's
the only one I can trust.

You send the crew ashore and
the first smell of a tavern

would drive everything
clean out of their heads.

But that one, he'd
sooner cut his own throat

than assist the enemies
of the King of Spain.

- Now, you be nice to me and
we're gonna get along fine.

- Well, why are they keeping me here?

I'm of no use to the Spanish navy.

- (laughing) The navy?

What, us?

Well, we're pirates, ma'am.

- Pirates?

Well, I thought you
were part of the armada.

- Well, we were, temporarily.

But when the armada was
beaten, we resigned.

- Beaten?

- Pepe.

The captain wants the first officer.

Find him.

Key?

(dramatic music)

(seagulls cawing)

- I'm going round to the other side.

You two stay here, don't move.

There are people about,
so keep your voices down.

- This is the life, isn't it?

- You ain't got no ambition,
that's your trouble.

I wish we'd never got mixed up

in this armada affair in the first place.

Where's the profit?

- But supposing we won.

We'd have had the run of all England.

All the looting we wanted.

And legal too.

Do you remember the time when we--?

- Shh.

(tense music)

Quick, under the hut before she sees us.

- I'm going after her.

- Don't be a fool.

- Hello, hello, hello.
(woman screaming)

(suspenseful music)
- Let me go!

Help!

- Gag her before she has
the whole village here.

(man screaming)

Come on.

- Harry.

Harry, there's two men
after me, strangers.

- Strangers?

Spaniards.

- We'll have to take both of them.

- Mr. Miller!

Mr. Bragg!

(dramatic music)

Somebody, help!

(bright music)

- I've a good mind to run
you through here and now.

- Harry.

- Father, they're Spaniards.

I know their stink.

How did you get here?

- Find out.

- I intend to.

- Harry.

We all know how you feel about them.

But leave it to Sir Basil.

That's the best way.

- Smiler.

Run and fetch Sir Basil and
bring him to the square.

Tell him we've got a couple
of Spaniards for him.

Go on.

- Come on.

- Here's the two Spaniards, Sir Basil.

Here they are.

- Who tied these two men
to the whipping post?

- We did.

- On whose authority, may I ask?

- They're Spaniards,
they're our prisoners.

- I am the law in this village.

No one may be detained
without my permission.

- We need your permission to
capture the queen's enemies?

The rest of the village is at
war, or haven't you noticed?

- Don't be insolent.

Who are you and what are you doing here?

- We're sailors, sir.

- What ship?

- The good ship Diablo, sir.

- The Spanish ship?

What are you doing here?

Are you with the armada?

- We were with the armada, yes, sir,

and then there was a storm.

- Stand aside there.

(tense music)

I am Don Manuel Rodriguezy Savilla,

an officer in the service
of King Philip of Spain.

I understand by your treatment of my men

that the news has not
yet reached this village.

- What news?

- The great victory of the Spanish Armada.

(voices clamouring)

- Release the two prisoners.

(dramatic music)

(man laughing)

- There was no celebrating,
no flags flying,

nothing to indicate that
they had received news

of a great victory.

- So you assumed they hadn't.

- I had to do something
when I saw those two fools

had been caught.

So I decided to bluff my way through.

Luckily, it worked.

- Very well.

So as far as the village is concerned,

the rest of the country is occupied

and they can't send for help.

They've got to go on believing that.

You say there's only one road out?

- Yes, sir.

- We shall have to blockade that,

and no one will be allowed to leave.

Bosun.

You will warn the crew
that if anyone lets slip

what really happened to the armada,

I will personally cut out his tongue.

(voices clamouring)

- Quiet!

Quiet, it's no use behaving like this.

You must face up to things.

The Spaniards were victorious.

They now rule this country.

But that's no reason why we
shouldn't continue to live

as we have been doing.
(voices clamouring)

- He's never had to live under them.

- That's right.

- Please, please, my children.

Sir Basil is right.

We are all God's children under the skin.

- The Spaniards don't think so.

That's one of the reasons
we're fighting this war.

(crowd murmuring)

- We must accept them as we find them.

We must free our hearts of hatred.

These evils are in us all.

- This is terrible news.

Hello, Tom.

- Is Jane with you, Miss Angela?

- No.

- Harry, do you know where
your sister was going?

- She said something about
taking out the boat, Father.

- It is not the end we'd hoped for.

When they come, we will
treat them like brothers.

Take them into our homes.

- [Crowd] No!

- Thank you, vicar.

Now, we haven't long to
prepare for their welcome.

- Welcome?

Whose side are you on?

- Harry, please.

He's doing the best for the village.

- For his own skin, you mean.

- You're not fair to Father.

He's not a fighting man like you.

He just wants peace for everybody.

- The first peaceful
course is accommodation.

I shall invite their
leader to stay with me

at the manor house.

Now who else is going to
offer a room to these men?

Very well, you're forcing me
to do something I dislike.

I order all of you who are my tenants

to prepare a room in your
house for a Spaniard.

Anyone who disobeys will be dispossessed.

That is all.

- Please, Harry, don't make any trouble.

I don't want anything
else to happen to you.

- Well, we'd better find Jane.

I'm worried about your
sister being out there

with the Spaniards about.

Harry.

- Father, I've gotta talk to you.

You two as well.

Come on.

- You're to stay away from him, Angela.

I still intend to marry him, Father.

- I wish he'd never escaped from Spain.

He'll make trouble for all of us.

- Now listen, when the
armada was first sighted,

we saw the beacons.

We helped pass the warning on.

Why haven't we heard the bells now?

- Yes, that's right.

A peal for victory, a
slow toll for defeat.

- What are you suggesting, Harry?

- Oh, I just feel there's
something wrong, that's all.

Look, I sailed with Drake for four years.

Now, this just isn't possible.

- You've got to face the facts, Harry.

We all know what the Spaniards did to you,

and you've every reason to hate them.

But they've won, they're here.

That proves it.

- Does it?

How many are here?

How much of England have they occupied?

How much of our army is destroyed?

Do we know that?
- Of course we don't.

- Then someone might still be fighting.

Some sort of resistance
might be organising.

Well, if it is, I want to be part of it.

- I think we all would want to.

- Then you've got to find out.

We must hide our arms
before the Spaniards arrive,

then send someone to find
out what's happening.

- Look, shouldn't we bring
Sir Basil in on this?

- No, I wouldn't trust him.

- He's just interested in
being on the winning side.

- Better keep it to the four
of us until we know for sure.

- I could go tonight, now.

- No.

Let's be careful about this.

Sir Basil doesn't trust us.

If one of us disappeared, he'd notice it.

He'd guess we were up to something.

It has to be someone he won't miss.

- Then it can't be any of the men.

- Smiler.
- He's too young.

- No.

No, he's a sensible lad.

He could go to my two brothers.

There's one over at Lowey,
the other at Colhaven.

I'll get him.

(men laughing)
(voices clamouring)

- Come on over here.

- Here's to the Spanish occupation.

Wine, women and someone
else to do the work.

- More women
- Come on then.

- Than I've seen in a year.
- Fall in over there.

Look lively.

Jump to it.

Leave the flagons here.

Grande, Pablo.

You stay here on guard.

- Here's something to help
you forget about the women.

The food's in the lockers on deck.

- Fine.

- Look after the girl.

See she doesn't escape.

- Aye, captain.

(dramatic music)

- Tom?

Now, you're not frightened, are you?

- Course not, I've been to
uncle's before on my own.

- Now, just repeat the messages for me.

- You've got arms hidden.

You've men who'll fight if
resistance is being organised.

And there was something else.

- Now, if they send messages,

it must only be to Tom or myself.

- Yes, that's it.

Bye, Father.

- Make sure you're back
day after tomorrow.

(soft music)

- They're coming, Sir Basil.

They're coming.

- Just in time.

(sweeping music)

- They're not soldiers,
it's just a ship's company.

- Halt.

Face forward.

- I am Sir Basil Smeeton,

lord of the manor.

- Captain Robeles.

- Allow me to present my daughter, Angela.

I've arranged accommodation
for your men, captain.

Perhaps you would do me the
honour of being my personal guest

at the manor house.

- Naturally.

- Oh, yes, yes.

This is our local parson, Brown.

- God be with you, captain,
and welcome to Polruan.

- Bosun,

dismiss the men.

- Dismissed.

- The tavern.
(men shouting)

- I wish Jane was back.

I don't want her running
into any of these.

- I told you to blockade the road.

Get two men out of that tavern

and do it at once.
- Yes, sir.

What about the craftsmen
we need for the repairs?

Shall I get them ready?

- Just do as I tell you, mister.

- Exuberant bunch of lads, captain.

I hope they won't do too much damage.

- They'll do as much as I let them.

- Yes, yes, yes, quite, of course.

Now, I suppose there are certain matters

you'll want to discuss?

- There'll be no discussions, Sir Basil.

I'll tell you what I want,
you'll see it's done.

Now, show me the manor house.

- Yes, captain.

Come along, Angela.

We'll show you the way.

- If he touches Angela.

- You're not carrying a knife.

- No one can see it.

- Harry, not with the Spaniards about.

- Are you going to look
for Jane, or do I have to?

- All right, I'll go.

- Harry.

- If she's seen the Spaniards,

she may leave the boat and
come back across the marshes.

Look there first.

- All right.

(voices clamouring)

- Sailor.

You and one other, outside.

You'll do.

Outside.

- Would you mind saying
that again, mister?

- You heard me the first time.

Outside, both of you.

- Oh, it's outside you want, is it?

He wants us outside.

- Then outside we better go, hadn't we?

- After you, sir.

- Bosun.

Have these two men locked up.

- Only the captain can order
punishment on our ship.

- Very well.

I'm ordering you outside.

(punch landing)

(table crashing)

Pick him up.

- You pick him up.

You put him there.

- For the last time, pick him up.

(swords clashing)

Your mates think you need some help.

That's not true, is it?

- No.
- No what?

- No, sir.

Then pick him up.

You two will take the next
guard in two hours' time.

Understand?

- Yeah.

- Bosun, come with me.

Over there is the road out of the village.

Go there and wait for me.

Bosun.

I want you to understand
one thing quite clearly.

Whether you like it or not,

by the time we get back to Spain,

I aim to have a crew working under me

that does what it's told when it's told.

- (laughing) Back to Spain?

- What are you laughing at?

- We're bound for the Indies, mister.

We've finished with the armada.

It's back to the old trade for us.

You ask the captain.

- Piracy?

- What else?

It's a grand life.

You'll enjoy it.

I'll see the road blockaded for you, sir.

- Give me the key.

- The key?
- The girl.

- What about the captain?

- The captain's at shore in the village

and that's full of them.

Come on, give it to me.

- The gun port.

(tense music)

The captain will have us killed for sure.

- Well, it wasn't our fault, was it?

- Oh, you try and tell him that.

Look.

(suspenseful music)

(mud squishing)

- Give me a hand, I'm stuck.

- Come on, come on.

No, help me, I'm sinking.

- Here.

(mud squishing)

(door knocking)

- Yes?

What do you want?

- I understand, sir, that
you're not returning to Spain.

- That's correct.

- But the armada will be reformed, sir.

King Philip must try again.

There's so much at stake.

- That sort of talk's
for priests and women.

And you.

- With due respect, sir,

may I remind you that you
accepted His Majesty's commission.

You have a duty, as I have.

- Duty?

Don't provoke me too far, mister.

I've done without you before,
I'll do without you again.

- Sir, I request that you
put me ashore in Spain.

- Mister, you're not in a
position to make any requests.

You've got no choice.

I'm not going near Spain
and you're hardly likely

to stay in England, are you?

Your sense of honour
won't allow you to consort

with the enemies of King Philip, will it?

Your type.

You sicken me with your pious attitudes.

- There is one alternative, sir.

- You think you can kill me?

- Yes.

- And then what?

Are you going to persuade the crew

that it's their duty to
go back to Spain with you?

You're a bigger fool
than I thought you were.

You treacherous swine.

I warned you.

- Go ahead, sir.

- Death before dishonour, is that it?

The easy way out.

No, mister.

You're coming back to the Indies with us.

I'm gonna strip you of
your fancy ideas one by one

until you're no better
than the rest of us.

(frogs croaking)

- Jane?

Jane!

(tense music)

Jane!

- Over there.

- Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

- Harry.

Here.

Help me.

(leaves rustling)

(mud squelching)

- Get the branch.

Good, give me your other hand.

(Jane struggling)

Put your foot on that branch.

Make it to the bank, jump.

Jane.

Jane.

What happened?

How did you get here?

- I had to hide.

They were chasing me.

I got away from their ship.

But they.

Oh, no.
(ominous music)

- I thought you'd lead us to her.

All right, you look after the girl.

I'll deal with this one.

(sword swishing)

That won't do you much good.

(man gasping)

(mud splashing)

- Harry.

Harry.
(sword crashing)

(Jane groaning)

(swords clashing)
(suspenseful music)

(man groaning)

- Part of my fortune comes
from the wine trade, captain.

Now that we can trade with your country,

I'd be prepared to pay handsomely
for any wine concessions.

The better wines, of course.

- I don't think the captain

is interested in quality, Father.

- Trade can wait.

What I want are craftsmen.

Your carpenters, labourers,
sailmakers, smiths.

They'll all be ready to work
on the Diablo in the morning.

- Diablo?

That means the devil, doesn't it?

The villagers all have their
living to make, captain.

I don't think they'll be
able to spare much time.

- We all experience
hardships in time of war.

- The war's over.

- And you lost.

- I'll speak to the villagers

first thing in the morning, captain.

- Do it now, Sir Basil.

- It's late to.

We must do as the captain asks, Father.

I'll come with you.

- Sit down.

- What is the meaning of this?

- There's a blockade across
the road out of the village.

- I put it there.

- Why?

- I don't have to give my reasons.

- But tomorrow is market day at Canbury.

The people have to leave
at five in the morning.

- Nobody will leave.

- You have no right.
- I have every right,

including the right to
kill you where you stand.

- Tom, he meant no offence, captain.

- Please, Tom.

Please.

- Very well, Miss Angela.

- Tom,

what is it?

- It's Harry.

He's out in the marshes looking for Jane.

He doesn't know about the blockade.

(frogs croaking)
(crickets chirping)

- Hold there, or I shoot.

- What's wrong with her?

- She's hurt.

I'm taking her home.

- You see her before anywhere?

- Aye, and she knows about the--

- All right.

All right, lad.

You better get her home quick.

She looks bad hurt.

(foreboding music)

Just a moment, lad.

(gun firing)

- Get her home quickly.

(ominous music)

(grass rustling)

(gun firing)
(dramatic music)

- You, after them, quick.

You, on guard.

Did anyone escape?

Did anyone get out?

- No.

- I intended a peaceful occupation,

but you have made that impossible.

Two of my men have been murdered.

I will give you one warning only.

If there is any more trouble,

if one of you lifts a finger
against any one of my men,

I will flog every person in this village.

Carry on, bosun.

- You heard the captain.

Now, get under way.

You got a lot of work ahead of you.

- Bosun?
- Right here.

- Mister, I want to see you.

Why isn't that man working on the ship?

- I work where my forge is.

If you've work for me to do,

you'll have to have it brought here.

- And what about him?

- I need him to work the bellows.

(seagulls cawing)

(kids laughing)

- The girl, where is she?

- Why?

- Keep her hidden.

If the captain sees her, he'll kill her.

- I don't understand him.

- What do you mean?

- He's the one who saved
Jane and me last night.

- Killed his own men?

- And for some reason,
doesn't tell his own captain.

- How is Jane?

- Still unconscious.

(hammer banging)
(wood sawing)

- You two.

- For someone who won a sea battle,

they seem to be in a bit of a state.

- Yes.

- What's wrong?

- Those guards they killed last night.

- What about them?

- Well, they'll shoot on sight now.

Young Smiler, he's coming
back tomorrow morning.

He doesn't know that road is blocked.

- You men on the deck, get on with it!

(axe chopping)

- Harry.

- Angela.

- Jane.

What happened to her, is she all right?

- Her head is cut.

One of the Spaniards hit her.

- What?

Well, what happened?

- I found her in the marshes.

She said they were chasing her,

something about being on their ship.

- How could she mean?

- I don't know.

And two Spaniards found
us and attacked us.

I had to kill them.

- Oh, Harry.

You must get away.

If they find out, they'll kill you.

- They won't find those bodies now.

They'll be at the foot of the marsh.

- Pirates.

(sombre music)

- Jane,

it's Angela.

- The pirates.

Have they gone?

- Pirates?

- No, they're still here.

- We must send for help.

- There's nowhere to send, Jane.

The armada won.

Spaniards are everywhere.

- But the Spanish Armada

was sunk.

The pirates, they told me so.

Our fleet

won.

(dramatic music)

- Father, it's Jane, she's recovered.

She says these men are pirates.

- Pirates?
- Yes.

The armada was beaten.

England isn't occupied.

This is only a ship's crew.
- Shh.

Is she certain?

- She just told us.

Angela's with her.

- Wait a minute.

We'll have to organise the
whole village, and quickly.

- They won't listen to us.

Come and see.

- I'm going up to see Sir Basil.

- I don't believe it,
the girl's hysterical.

You said her head was injured.

- I spoke to her myself.

She's calm and quite positive.

She was on their ship, Sir Basil.

- They may not have been
telling her the truth.

- Vicar, you don't want to believe it

because it means we'll have to fight them

and some of us may be killed.

- We can't fight them.

Don't be ridiculous.

- But we must.
- No, Tom.

We'll repair their ship
as quickly as possible

and then they'll go quietly away.

- But they won't go quietly.

They'll burn and loot.

- Not if we don't provoke them.

- Looting is their trade,
it's how they live.

We've got to stop them, Sir Basil.

We've got to arm ourselves,

surprise them and overpower them.

You must see that.

- I don't agree with you, Tom.

And I speak now for the whole village.

You're not to do anything
that will antagonise them

or bring reprisals against
our property and people.

Do you understand?

- Yes, I understand you
perfectly, Sir Basil.

- We'll have to do
something about him, Vicar.

He'll get us all killed.

- If it's God's will we be killed--

- God's will or not,

you don't want to die any more than I do.

So start thinking of a way out.

(voices clamouring)

- Halt.

Dismissed.

(pirates cheering)

- My father wants to see you both at once.

- Well, is Smiler back already?

- No.

- Oh, well, can't it wait, then?

I'm worn-out.

- No, come on, it's important.

(seagulls cawing)

- Look what we've found, mates (laughing).

Get the wine, Antonio.

Go on.

- Is that all you ever
think about, drinking?

- Oh, no, not all.

What's the matter?

You didn't mind last night.

- Yes, and what happened last night?

One kiss and you got so drunk,
you fell asleep on the table.

- All I get is beer.

- I'll cut your liver out for that.

- Hold on a minute, mates.

We don't want any killing tonight.

(coin flipping)

Who started it?

- He did.

He threw beer over my girl.

- Then you call it.

- Heads.

- Heads it is.

Come on, lads.
- Let's go.

- [Man] Draw the line.

- There we are.

- Come on, me darling.

- What's happening?

- You'll see.

Gustavo, you called it, right?

What's your choice?

- I'll take first.

- Get ready.

Now!
(voices clamouring)

(punch landing)

Hurry it up, Pedro. She's wobbling.

- Come on, Pedro.
- Get up, come on.

- Come on.
- Come on, Pedro.

- [Pirate] Now.

(punch landing)

- Get in there, Gustavo.

Kill him.

- Five swords and two pistols.

That's all the arms we've got,

so we can't fight them on our own.

- There's arms at the manor house,

if only Sir Basil would join us.

Now, put those away, Harry.

- Smiler.

He should be back in the morning.

He might bring help with him.

- I doubt it.

Once he tells your brothers
the Spaniards are here,

they'll send for the militia.

Take them three or four days to march over

from Gromwall Castle.

- So we've got to delay the pirates

until the militia get here.

We've got to slow down on the
repairs, sabotage the ship.

- Suppose we can't delay them.

You said they'd loot and burn
the village before they go.

So, what about the women?

They won't be safe.

- We'll have to hide them somewhere.

- Out in the marsh, perhaps.

- Yes, good.

We must plan every detail,
just in case there's any.

(suspenseful music)

- Take him.

I should kill the lot of you now.

But I need you to work on the ship.

- Sir Basil?

You will assemble the whole
village here in the morning.

And get him locked up, now.

- As you say, captain.

This way.

- Come on, Gustavo.
- Come on, don't give up.

- Come on.
- Come on.

- Come on, jump.

- Now.

- Hit him, hit him.

- Hey, man.

- Get back in there.
- Push him back.

- Now, stay on the line.

It's my turn.

(girl laughing)

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Well, come on, what are you waiting for?

(voices clamouring)

- [Pirate] Now!

(punch landing)

- Hey, you hit him with a tankard.

- So?

- So well done.

(all laughing)

(dramatic music)

(Jane screaming)

- Stop!

- Shall I flog him, sir?

- This evening, with a dozen lashes.

But get a good day's work
out of him first, bosun.

- Come on.

You two, over there.

Now, spread out.

Right, now get on back to the ship.

Come on.

Come on.

(gun firing)

- Smiler.

- Mister, take a man and
find out what that is.

- Parco.

- Come on.

Caught him trying to sneak in, captain.

- Why?

Where are you from?

- Excuse me, captain.

But that boy was here in the village

when me and Antonio was caught.

- That's correct, sir.

I thought I recognised him.

- So they sent you out for help, did they?

How old are you?

- Seven?

- I'm 11.

- 11, eh?

Are you frightened of me?

- No.

- They are.
- My father isn't.

- Oh, yes he is.

I can make him tell me things
just like all the others.

- He wouldn't.

- How do you think my
men were ready for you

at the blockade?

- It isn't true.

- No, wait.

- You mustn't expect your father

to be different from the others.

- My dad wouldn't tell.

I don't believe you.

- All right.

Tell them there's no more Spaniards.

Tell them there's help coming.

Then you'll see they're
too frightened to care.

Are you afraid to find out?

- Listen, everyone.

It's all lies he's telling you.

There aren't Spaniards
in the other villages.

England beat the Armada.

It isn't hopeless.

The militia are coming.

- Stop it, boy!

Stop it!

- I won't stop, they are coming.

Uncle Joe sent for them.

They'll be here in three days.

- In three days.

(tense music)

Gustavo, they're not working hard enough.

Use your rope on them.

I want that new mizzen rigging
in as well by tomorrow night.

- You heard the captain.

(rope snapping)
Faster.

I'll have every inch
of skin off your backs.

Did you hear that?

We're away tomorrow night.

- The headsails are patched, sir.

The main sail should be done by tonight.

- See that it is.

They'll need tomorrow
for the mizzen sails.

The tiller been tested?

- At high water, captain.

It's as good as new.

- Provisions?
- Water's coming today, sir.

- Food's organised.

We'll collect that at the last minute.

- Right.

I'll see the repairs below.

- Harry, you said there were
ways to sabotage this ship.

You've got to think.

- Think?

All I can think about is my father

swinging on the end of a rope.

(hammer banging)
(suspenseful music)

- Bosun, you will make
it two dozen lashes.

- This one will be ready, sir.

It's the forward hold I'm worried about.

- Jump to it, or you'll all be flogged.

Use a little more caulking there.

Pitch, that's highly inflammable.

An accident with that

and the whole ship would go up in flames.

- Was he trying to?

- No.

- Oh, it must be a trap of some sort.

- That's it.

A fire leading to the gunpowder.

- But all our people would be killed.

- Not if we leave it till the ship sails.

Set a fuse.

- Wait for them to get into deep water.

- But how shall we know when they sail?

- And how do we get
aboard to light the fuse?

- I don't know

yet.

(Jane crying)

- Jane.

- Get out of here.

I don't want to see you again.

- Jane, I'm not responsible
for what my father did.

- I don't trust anyone.

- Would you give these to Harry?

I stole them from my father.

I'll try to bring some more down later.

- You want to help?

I love Harry.

I know him, he'll want
to fight and delay them

till the militia get here.

- Oh, Angela.

- 19.

(whip cracking)

20.

21.

22.

23.

24.

- Cut him down.

Bosun, you know what to do.

- Aye, captain, in half an hour.

- Harry.

Harry, do you understand me?

The men heard him say it.

They want that mizzen
ready tomorrow night.

- High tide tomorrow night's at nine.

He could go on that.

- But then he'd have to navigate
the estuary in the dark.

- Well, he might wait
till the next morning.

- No, that's too risky.

The militia might get here early.

- He'll go tomorrow night.

- I'll get the women
away in the afternoon.

- Now,

how do we set the fuse?

Unless that officer might help us.

- No, no.

We can't trust him.

One of us must go aboard during

the day.

(door slamming)
- Captain, my apologies.

- I'm not staying.

Get your cloak.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- You're leaving with me.

Get your cloak.
- Sorry captain,

I don't understand.
- We're leaving, Sir Basil.

And in case any of your people
should get any foolish ideas

I'm taking six hostages, your
daughter will be one of them.

- No.
(ominous music)

- I won't allow it.

I'm not just anyone, Captain Robeles.

Let me remind you of my position.

- I won't tell you again.

Get your cloak.

- No, Angela.

You'll have to kill me first.

- If you insist.

- No, no.

(suspenseful music)

(swords clashing)

(sword clattering)

No, no!

- Take her to the village.
(Angela crying)

Got all the gold?

- Aye, captain.

(tense music)

- That's six of them, captain.

- We are leaving.

And I am taking those
six girls as hostages

when we sail on the morning tide.

- Morning?

- If any of you try to
interfere with our departure

or there is an English ship
waiting in the channel,

those girls will be hanged.

All right then, move off.

(dramatic music)

- Is he bluffing?

Can he sail in the morning?

Harry, can he?

- Yes, he can.

He doesn't need the mizzen.

It was only a blind.

- So he's beaten us.

- Excuse me, sir.

We ought to take some of
these men to help launch us.

The ship's sitting heavier than it was

with the new rigging
and all the provisions.

We may not be able just to tow her off.

- Very well, mister.

But put a guard on the
ship and keep the men back

until we need them.

- Right, I want a working party

to help launch the ship tomorrow.

You.

You, you.

You two.

You.

You, you, and you.

You three.

(sail snapping)

(seagulls cawing)

- Bragg.

Take these.

Keep one and pass the others around.

- What are you gonna do?

- I don't know yet,

but that young officer's on our side.

I'm sure he'll think of something.

We've got to be ready.

Now, go on.

- It's Harry.

Oh, Harry!

- Mister.

Take charge of the shorelines
and stand by to cast off

as soon as the kedge is set.

- Aye, sir.

- What are they doing?

- They'll take the longboat,
drop the kedge anchor,

and haul her out on that.

Go on.

- You two on the top there.

Stand by that line and free
it when I give the order.

You two on the end,

stand by down here to
cast off the forward line.

- Bosun, get the longboats under way.

It'll be high water in 10 minutes.

- Aye, captain.
- 10 minutes?

No.
- Get back there.

Come on now.

- Get those women below.

And then stand by on deck.

- Aye aye, captain.

Come on, get down below there.

Go on, get on with it.

Come on now.

- Steady that rope.

(tense music)

- Captain will want the yards manned

when we get out in the wind.

You three better get aloft.

I'll keep an eye on this lot.

- Good luck, Harry.

(Jane gasping)
(bright music)

- I see you took my advice.

- 15 minute fuses.
- Shorten them.

And spread that pitch around a bit.

(tense music)

Have you shortened the fuses?

Light them.

Light them.

(fuse sizzling)

(fire whooshing)

Now, down here.

Keep down.

You stay there.

And you, come over here.

- Fire!

Fire below!

- Smoke's coming out of the hold.

- Oh, there's enough there
to take care of that.

(cloth slamming)

- Hey!

- Go!

(swords clashing)
(dramatic music)

(club smashing)

(swords clashing)

- Come on, over.

(water splashing)

- Port oars, backwater.

Starboard oars, pull.

(sword clattering)

(gun firing)

(fire roaring)

(both grunting)

(wood smashing)

(gun firing)

- Come on.

- Get the girls away.

- But you--
- The ship will explode.

(gun firing)

- Get back!

Get back, everyone!

She'll explode in a minute!

- Come on, you lubbers!

- [Man] Get down.

- Come on!

(fire roaring)

- Get down!

Get down!

(suspenseful music)

(ship exploding)

(wood creaking)

(magazine exploding)

(wood cracking)

(triumphant music)