All language subtitles for The Spanish Main

I have urgent business with
His Excellency, the Viceroy.

The Viceroy has left orders.
He is not to be disturbed.

- I have urgent business.
- Commandante, we have orders.

And I have my oath of allegiance
to His Spanish Majesty.

How do they expect
a man to sleep? Confound that...

Oh, it's you, is it?

I might have known.

And what matter is there more
important than that

I should have peace?

Pardon, Your Excellency.

A Dutch ship
has crashed off the harbor.

- Good. Are there many survivors?
- They were immigrants.

These routine
experiences bore me.

See that I have a full report
either tomorrow morning

or at the end of my siesta,
whichever is later.

Forgive me, Your Excellency,
but--

But, but, but, always these
buts. What is it now?

The ship was the Golden Maid.

Well, they have charming names
for their ships. Good night.

Her captain survived
and he requested an audience.

He says his is a special case,
a special plea.

Won't Your Excellency
please speak with him?

The ship's papers.

When will you people realize
that a tropical climate

calls for a tropical tempo?

But no. All I ever hear from you
is that every golden minute

has 60 golden seconds.

Why does it have
to have 60 golden seconds?

Why can't it have 30 golden
seconds?

And why do they have to be gold?

Why can't they be silver?

Why can't--?

Why don't you tell me
these things?

I have to do everything
around here myself

except take my siesta.

That you take care of for me.

You're in the presence
of the Viceroy

and governor of New Granada.

His Excellency
Don Juan Alavarado do Soto--

Your Excellency, this is Captain
Van Horn of the Golden Maid.

Formerly Captain Van Horn
of the former Golden Maid...

as I understand it.

It is a very simple matter
I have to present to you.

He means to "Your Excellency,"
doesn't he?

- Yes, Your Excellency.
- Meaning me!

What I wish to discuss with,
uh... With Your Excellency--

I have already been told
you have a special plea.

You will promptly specify
the nature of your special plea

which I will promptly deny.

We are peaceful immigrants
from Holland

on our way to new homes
in America.

We were blown off our course
by a hurricane

and our ship crashed on the
rocks outside your harbor.

Most inconsiderate of my rocks.

I shall have them reprimanded.

We wish at our own cost,
to repair our ship, buy food,

fill our water casks
and then proceed.

Would you ask a Spanish town
to provision a Dutch ship?

But we are in great distress,
Your Excellency.

And you will be in far greater
distress, I can assure you.

The law is quite explicit.

It forbids these waters
to all ships except those

of His Spanish Majesty.

But we were blown off our
course, Your Excellency.

- We didn't mean to--
- It is not my fault that...

you're a bad navigator.

- What's this?
- My ship's papers, please.

They constitute a grant of land
in the New World.

Well, well, well.

Indeed, a sort of grant or
charter to settle on lands in...

Bless me, in the Carolinas.

The Carolinas.

When will people realize
they cannot give away

what they do not own?

The Carolinas belong
to His Spanish Majesty.

And not to this English king

who so lavishly bestows them
upon all the scum of Europe.

How many survivors are there?

Not more than 30 are left of us.

Well, I could've
hoped for more.

But even 30 or 40 hard
and willing workers

are better than none.

We do not wish to remain here.

Those who are able-bodied
I will send to the back country

as indentured servants.

As for yourself, since
you seem to be their leader...

I will provide you
with a sort of special status.

So that in the years to come,
it is not inconceivable...

with fidelity and diligence,
you might even become a freeman.

Your Excellency
does not understand.

My people are not slaves to be
sold by me, or bought by anyone.

Your people are trespassers
and are for me

to dispose of as I see fit.

In any case,
this grant is worthless.

What a high-strung young man.

Prison, Your Excellency?

For the time.

We will hang him later.

I'm obliged to you
for your kindness.

Welcome to our little home,
mate.

I suppose you're wondering
who we are.

Well, that there, that's Swaine.

He's a seaman
off a British schooner.

He wants to say he's
glad to make your acquaintance.

He can't tell you himself
because they cut out his tongue.

This here's Paree.

We call him that
because he landed from France.

They say they've got a town
in France called Paree.

Me, I'm Pillery Gow, just
waiting the day they'll hang me.

- For what crime?
- For no crime at all, mate.

None of us. We was just
earning an honest living

in our profession, which is
to sail our merchant ships

wherever the needs of trade
happen to take us.

And they took us
into these waters...

Well, that's our misfortune.

They captured our ships unarmed,
and we ourselves,

made prisons of war.
But what war?

It's more than
we can tell you. And you?

A peaceful voyager
like yourselves.

At least I thought I was.

Laurent Van Horn is my name,
and Holland, my country.

My friends and I, we hoped to
leave oppression behind us

and settle in the Carolinas.

We dreamed to build a new home
in the New World

where there would be
freedom for all.

Fire!

We thought the Barracuda
was here, Your Excellency,

but no, he was not here--

I'm tired of excuses.

"We thought the Barracuda
was here, Your Excellency.

But no, he wasn't here,
he was there, Your Excellency.

And when he was there, he
wasn't--" Well, I won't have it.

You catch me the Barracuda.

Your Excellency, for several
years, we have done--

I'd do it myself, but here I am
working 20 hours a day

being properly fitted
to receive my bride-to-be.

While you and your men
sit around doing nothing.

Not catching the Barracuda.

Your Excellency, we've done
everything humanly possible.

If I have to go out myself
and catch him

as soon as my honeymoon
is over I can assure you--

You are to fit me,
not to fondle me.

A thousand pardons,
Your Excellency.

You'll need them
if that cloak drags

because I'll send you
to a thousand deaths.

I shall arrange for a bed of hot
coals to be started today.

One month from today,
this bed will have an occupant.

The Barracuda or yourself.
The choice is your own.

- You understand?
- I do, Your Excellency.

Now for my cuffs. I think
Venetian lace would be nice.

- Yes, Your Excellency.
- Or petit point?

Oh, yes, Your Excellency.

There is another phrasing

of that last paragraph,
my child...

of which you are probably
well aware.

Señor Obispo, it's absurd

that I'm not allowed
to go out on deck.

Without your duennas?

They left me.
They got seasick, and I thought

the air might help them,
well, I hope it doesn't.

If I am to be unhappy, they
might as well be unhappy too.

Even if it's not for the same
reason.

And what is your reason,
my child?

I wish I knew.

Go forward and shout when ready.

Aye-aye, sir.

Señor Obispo.

Who is that man?

Why do you ask,
my child?

Oh, surely, now that I'm about
to be married, I...

Well, I... I was just wondering
if I would

find my betrothed as...
as handsome.

That sort of worrying, my child?

After all, you are about to be
married to enter the world to--

Yes, to enter the world as a
bullfighter enters the ring.

A bullfighter who has
never seen a bull.

- Is my betrothed as handsome?
- As handsome?

Well, he's a Viceroy
and all viceroys

are men of noble bearing.

You still haven't told me
who that man is.

He's a Hollander.

A man of many words,
none of which make sense.

The existing order
does not meet with his favor.

What my father would call
a malcontent.

His Excellency,
the viceroy of Mexico

has a gift for precise phrasing.

A malcontent indeed.

Come in, Lupita.

Senora Montalvo
and Senora Perez

are at the door of death.

Again?

Yesterday and the day
before and the day before.

- It has been a very heavy sea.
- Yes.

They beg His Lord Bishop
for final consolation.

Well, I will go to them.

At least they seem
to have found a way to keep

from being bored
on a sea trip.

They're really unable
to do anything

but be unhappy about themselves.

They'd given up everything
but the Holy Faith

by the time I left them.

Give me your cape.

Hon saints. You aren't going on
deck without your duennas.

Just because my duennas
are poor sailors

that's no reason for me
to be a prisoner in a cell.

Come down from aloft!

A beautiful day.

I addressed you, senor.

You're a man of words, I'm told.
But, clearly only when you

utter them yourself. Because
when others speak to you--

Stop it!

- How dare you.
- Thirty-two!

Thirty-two!

What did you say
about my being a man of words?

- What are you doing?
- Timing the ship's speed

by pulse beats against a cork
dropped from the bow.

That's something
I could never do.

I don't think
I even have a pulse.

I'll find it for you.

Mm. Fast. Much too fast
for navigation.

Señor, you're holding
my hand.

You are holding mine.
It's a beautiful day

and you are somebody's
serving maid, and why not?

I might have known you'd be
without manners

and not know your place.
after all, a Hollander.

Hollanders are worse pirates
than the English.

If I had my way, your ships
would be sunk at sight.

They are sunk at sight.

Armed pirate or helpless
voyager, it makes no difference

to a Spaniard.

And if the touch of Holland
is so distasteful to you...

why do you wear Brabant lace?

Capitan. Capitan.

Condesa.

- What happened?
- He put hands on me.

Why is he permitted here?

A Dutch navigator working his
way to Cartagena.

You dare to put hands on the
daughter of a Viceroy of Mexico?

If the daughter of the Viceroy
of Mexico says so.

Master-at-arms, take him
in charge and hang him.

Wait. Uh...

I would not like
a corpse

dangling beneath
my wedding bell.

I think, Capitan,
it will be enough to...

- To have him whipped.
- Then whip him.

Seize him to the foremast!

Sound battle stations!

Prepare for battle.
Open the gun ports.

Hands to the braces!

The cleverest and most daring
cutthroat in all the Caribbeans.

We know him only by the name
of his ship, the Barracuda.

Oh, there ought to be some nice
pickings on that one, sir.

Too sweet a ship
for a black-hearted pirate.

If you'd like to watch it
through the spyglass.

I would as soon forego
the pleasure of admiring it.

He can do nothing to us
or our companion ship behind us.

It's death for him
to come within range

of our guns, and he knows it.

His showing himself at all
is merely insolence.

If you're sure that's his own
opinion, as well as yours.

While this galleon can steer,
I'd like to see him try it.

Larboard your helm.

- Larboard!
- Helm a-larboard.

Hands to the braces!

Starboard guns fire.

Starboard guns fire!

Not now. Later.

Fire!

Reload!

Quickly, Lupita,
help me get him down.

Oh, how could they?

- Water.
- Water, Lupita.

Fire!

How could they leave him up
there to die in the hot sun?

See what fair skin he has.

Imagine that wretched captain
spoke of hanging him.

As if men like this grew on
every bush. On any bush.

Hello.

Let go of her, you brute!
Let go!

Let me go! Put me down!

Let go of me, you brute!
Put me down!

On my word of honor as the
daughter of a grandee of Spain,

you'll hang this time.

Put me down!

If I had my way,
you'd hang every day for a week.

Call the guard!

Put me down! Put me down!

Let go of me, you brute!
Let me go!

Swaine, to the whipstaff.

Fire!

Coming through.

Tie it off.

Capitan!

Come on, boys!

Spare these women violence,
or suffer the curse

of the Hon Church...

in flesh and in spirit,
in life and death,

on Earth, and in hell, forever.

Well, what do you think of that?

My father is the Viceroy
of Mexico.

And I am Condesa Francisca de
Guzman y Angandora.

Well, that sound like a lot of
wench, doesn't it?

Where is your leader?
Where is this Barracuda?

I demand to speak to him.

He's on deck. Here.
What did you say your name was?

Francisca de Gutzman de what?

You will disturb nothing
until I have spoken to him.

Believe me,
he will then tell you

that you have made
a great mistake.

No...

Well, high and mighty,
ain't she?

I wish to be taken
to your leader.

Bring it up!
Bring it all the way up.

Which one is the Barracuda?

Come on, hey, come on.

Come on, take it up there.

Are you the scoundrel
who calls himself the Barracuda?

Alas, no.

I am Capitan Mario da Bilar,

at your service, senorita.

If you're looking
for the Barracuda...

Halt! Hold it!

Permit me.

Stand by to abandon ship!

Permit me, senorita,
to present

to you my master,
Señor Barracuda.

My betrothed is the viceroy
of New Granada.

I know. I've known him
for some time.

If it takes every galleon
on the Spanish Main

to bring you to execution,
he will hang you.

Perhaps.

Hey, Mario, there will be
another ship,

the San Pablo,
along in a couple of hours.

Your head will be our wedding
gift to the world.

Put 50,000 pieces of eight
from my share of today's loot

into the common fund
for the others.

I'll take this woman for myself.

Laurent, no woman is
worth such a sum.

That's true, but she happens to
be more than just a woman to me.

She's a score that has needed
settling.

- You're out of your mind.
- No compliments, please.

Do you think she'll stand
the rough weather, my captain?

If you have a desire to--

And add the value of the silver
bell on the masthead.

It's a wedding bell.
I want that too.

An odd world, da Bilar.

- An odd world truly.
- Let me go!

One never knows
when one's going to be married.

Put me down! Let me go!

Let me... Put me down!

Here, what kind of bilge water
is this?

That's what the grandees drink.
It's Canary wine.

Well, I'm no wine-drinking
canary. Give me rum.

- Take it away!
- Heave-ho!

- Lively, men, lively!
- Heave-ho!

Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

- Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
- Courage, my child.

Heave-ho!

There's not enough of her
for 50,000 pieces of eight.

My friends, I'll be honored
to have you one and all

to dance at my wedding!

And when is this wedding
to take place, Laurent?

At my leisure.
Don't let me frighten you.

I promise you at least
one hour's notice.

There is nothing
in this whole wide world could

ever make me marry you.

You will accompany me
to my cabin.

I assume that you have
no immediate

marriage plans for my duennas.

No.

See that the ladies get safely
to their cabins.

If you please.

Or if you don't please.

Clear decks for action!

Prisoners below!

All aboard!

Cast off!

If you will please proceed.

What are these preparations for?
What is the meaning of all this?

The condesa has perhaps
forgotten that there is

a companion ship
to the Santa Madre.

The San Pablo is in sight.

The San Pablo? More death
and bloodshed. You can't--

Hurry, if you wish to avoid
the sight of

more death and bloodshed.

- Señor Barracuda.
- What is it now?

I propose to make
a bargain with you.

Indeed?

You shall have my hand
in marriage.

Your hand in marriage, eh?

What are you going to do
with the San Pablo?

Well, we try, but
it's almost impossible

to think up anything new.

Take over.
Hold her close to the wind.

And keep an eye
on the San Pablo.

Evans, Wallace, man the tiller.
Hold her close to the wind.

I will marry you if San Pablo
is allowed to proceed unharmed.

So that's it.

Has it occurred to you at all
that your hand in marriage

and the San Pablo are mine
for the asking?

But you don't understand.

A genuine wedding,
a proper wedding.

I will have the Lord Bishop
himself perform the ceremony.

Pillery, hoist the silver bell
to the masthead.

But the San Pablo, captain.

She be the easiest victim
we ever had.

San Pablo will proceed
unharmed.

Your attention please,
Your Lordship.

I propose to be married
to this lady immediately.

That is, as soon as Your
Lordship can robe himself.

What?

I will profane no sacrament.

- Be not afraid, my child.
- But I wish to be.

If there has been any coercion,

if it's not of your own
free will.

It is of my own free will.

I wish to be married to this
man, Señor Obispo, at once.

Take His Lordship and his gear
to the fo'c's'le, Swaine.

And you, go to my cabin
with your mistress.

And get her into the wedding
gown.

I'll do nothing that you say,
you... you pig.

You beast, you pig, you swine,
you brute! You put me down!

Your Highness,
will you walk or ride?

Wilt thou have this man
to thy wedded husband

to live together
after God's ordinance

in the holy estate of matrimony?

Wilt thou obey him and serve
him, love, honor, and keep him

in sickness and in health?

And forsaking all others,
keep thee only unto him

so long as ye both shall
live?

I Will.

Why are you still dressed?

I told you to be in bed.

Brabant lace.

You will put that on.

Believe me, you will.

I'm very pleased with myself.

And as my wife, I'm sure you
share your husband's delight

in what
a wonderful fellow he is.

It's always been an achievement
to strip Alvarado

of as much gold as I have.

And to sink
as many of his ships as I have.

But now, at last,
I've deprived him of his bride.

Is that why you married me,
senor?

Perhaps. Perhaps because
of the whipping

I took on your account.

Or I might even be
in love with you.

That's not too unbelievable,
is it?

Or is it?

Anyway...

whatever the reason,
I have taken you for my wife...

and my wife
you are going to be.

Was this intended for yourself
or for me?

I meant it for you.

But I see now,
I have no need of it.

There's nothing you can really
do to me.

Neither your touch, nor...

nor anything you say
can be of any consequence.

After all I...

I have been taught
never to mind dogs or peasants.

If you're completely finished
with your declaration

of love, Your Highness...

you will put that on.

Put that on, or I'll throw you
to the crew without it.

Fifty thousand pieces of eight.

Are you really worth
50,000 pieces of eight?

And what am I getting in return?

Francisca de Guzman y
Angandora...

bearer of one
of the proudest Spanish names.

Spoiled in the cradle,
taught to be useless

and selfish and arrogant.

Schooled in cruelty
and stubborn pride

and cursed with an uncommonly
vile temper

which you probably perfected
yourself.

No.

No, you are no bargain.

On the other hand,
there may be some assets

I'm not taking into account.

If I may make so bold...

my figure?

Good. It would bring 5000
at the auction in Algiers.

Say four.

My hair?

There is fire in it.

My eyes?

Cold. I might even say
calculating.

My lips?

Your lips...

They could persuade me
that I've made a good bargain.

Anyway, I'm about to begin
to count.

If you aren't ready
when I count 10...

I am ready.

Good night.

More wine
for the señores.

And another slice of roast
for His Lordship.

Forgive my wife's absence.

She will learn better manners
in time.

If there's anything you lack,
I beg you to ask for it.

Consider yourselves not my
prisoners but my honored guests.

It would please me if you would
recommend my piracy

to your friends
when you return home.

And when will that be?

As soon as your ransoms
are paid.

Tomorrow when we put
in at Tortuga,

I shall send Alvarado
the reckoning.

In due course,
the money will arrive

and you will be free to go.

And what will become
of the Condesa Francisca?

She will remain my wife.

Excuse me.

Close that door.

Don't you dare come in here

while I'm trying to fix my hair.

There are habits of the
nobility, Laurent,

to which one must accustom
one's self.

Under no circumstances
can a lady

be expected to do
her own hair.

I suggest you send Lupita
to her.

I have a better notion, Mario.

You happen to be a barber
who was deported for blackmail.

The whole matter can nicely be
left in your hands.

There.

Pillery, sell our loot to the
merchants or at public auction

whichever market seems best.

We meet tonight as usual...

and as for myself,
I'm going to have a haircut.

Settlement of accounts tonight
at the sign of the Turtle.

And them as ain't there,
ain't paid.

A very good day,
my dear Benjamin.

I don't think so.

Your venture was unsuccessful,
I take it.

You know, of course,
Laurent took the Santa Madre.

Five thousand a share
at the very least.

And a beautiful bride
for himself.

So I see.

Oh, you feel perhaps
that Tortuga is no place

for a lady of her refinement.

I'm inclined to agree.

Come, Benjamin,
let's drink on it.

- Ah, my captain.
- Pillery.

Is it more than we expected?

The best haul we've ever had,
sir.

- Rum. Bring me rum.
- Aye-aye, sir.

Ah, curse these cards.

The Barracuda married the girl,
you say?

Why marry her?
He's a pirate, ain't he?

Well, it's eccentric behavior.

But as a sea lawyer,
I pledge you there's nothing

in the articles of brotherhood
against marriage.

- Just a warning.
- I say rot the Barracuda.

What when the Viceroy
of New Granada hears about this?

And sends 20 galleons,
and an army

or two armies to get his bride
back?

Do you think he'd send
all that force for one girl?

That's out of a bottle, Benjy.

No, that's one thing
that Benjamin's right about.

I heard it myself.

I'm a pirate, not a womanizer.

I sail the seas.

I grab a Spaniard's treasure or
his ship, wherever I find it.

Then I sell it back to them.
I take my chances.

But I see no reason
why I should take

the Barracuda's chances for him.

What difference, anyway,
if we can kill twice

as many of them first?

- We're not afraid of them.
- The Barracuda's using us!

To pay off on a private feud.

I say, clear them both
out of here together.

Him and his high-born
wench both.

Before it's too late.

What's the law on it, Jonas?

Well, according
to the articles...

a captain's privileged
to do with his prize

any which way he so
pleases.

That's on the one hand.

On the other hand...

prisoners taken at sea
are usually sent home

in good condition.

And earn you more
than their weight in ransoms.

That's on the other hand. So--

He'll send her back
to Cartagena or I'll--

That's for the brotherhood
to decide, Benjamin.

Governor, you're in
the Barracuda's chair.

Come on, give over, will you?

Rip me if it's not
the Barracuda.

Well, where is it?

Sorry, I didn't bring one
this trip.

No lace nightgown?

Laurent, you worthless dog.

Who's been keeping
his feet warm?

What's this?

May I present my friend, Anne
Bonny. This is my wife, Anne.

Your wife?

He says it's his wife.

The Lord Bishop himself
married us under

a silver bell on
the Barracuda.

What did he do,
catch you in the cable tier

and marry you over a pistol?

Is this true?

Yes.

You Dutch codfish! If there was
a drop of honest blood in you,

I'd let it out at your throat.

All these months
I've known you...

If I'd thought you'd ever heard
of the word marriage.

And marriage to that!

A powdered, prissy trollop.

Broad in the beam.

Soft in the chest.

Let's look at your teeth.

Say your prayers, my pretty.

Drop it, Anne.

I have no need
of your protection.

And certainly not against her.

As if any of your kind had
the courage

to fight your own battles.

No, you wouldn't.

You're the nobility hiding
behind your paid protection.

If you've got guts,
say the word,

I'll slit you like a pigeon--

I'm sure you'd much rather fight
pigeons, Mistress Bonny.

But I wonder, would you stand
before me the length

of that table with pistols
in our hands?

I've a mind to
and the heart to, you poppet.

That's enough.

What do you say, Jonas Salter?

Am I to be struck by his doxy
without satisfaction?

You'll get satisfaction from me,
if you want.

Well, according to the orders
and articles

of the brotherhood
of the coast...

parties striking
each other is to be

armed and set ashore
for 30 minutes...

without interference
from no others.

So be it. We'll do it by the
articles, without interference.

Not so fast, Benjamin.

This will be no duel,
it would be murder.

Have you ever fired a pistol?

No.

Francisca, your honor will be no
good to you when you are dead.

Shake hands with Anne,
drink with us and be friends.

Anne, for my sake, forgive her.

Does she crawl and beg me to?

- No.
- You're exceeding your limits.

You heard
what Jonas Salter said.

Without interference
from no others.

You're right.
It will be as they wish.

Your pistol, Raveneau.
And yours, Captain Spradlin.

I will load them equally.

Bless you.

Steady.

Think, Laurent.
What chance will your wife have?

The same chance as Anne Bonny.

Your pigeon has claws, Anne.

Only eagles have claws.
And she's no eagle.

Will you two do
without this madness?

No.

Very well, then.

According to the rules,
the injured party first.

That's me.

Move it.

Will either party yield?

Take aim.

I will ask once if you are
ready, and then give the word.

Oh, make her hold it steady
with both hands.

I don't mind standing fire,
I won't be made a honeycomb of.

Are you ready?

Ready, my friend.

Ready.

Fire!

You Dutch codfish.

Chimney soot in the pistols.

I might have known
you'd do a trick like this.

That'll teach you not to marry
anyone who can't see a joke.

I think you're right, Anne.

Now, if I had chosen you...

The joke seems not to your
taste, Benjamin.

You and your Spanish strumpet.

And what else, Benjamin?

Take her back
where she came from.

I'm waiting, Benjamin.
What's your grievance?

Your wife, Dutchman. She'll have
the Spanish Main upon us.

We want no more of her or you.

Does this scum speak
for the brotherhood?

Are you my jury?
Have I been tried?

The articles say
any man who asks a hearing--

You'll hear me anyway.

What's my offense, truly?

Let me tell you.

It is that I hate the tyrant

with all my breath and spirit.

In Cartagena long ago,
I took an oath...

to pry his fingers loose
as far as one man might...

until he lost his grasp.

So that others coming after me
might find in the New World...

what I had sought.

Well, the Spaniard begins
to feel us now.

His ships go armed
and still he loses them.

We even have to find ways now
to coax him out to fight.

She will bring Alvarado out.

And I'll be ready for him.

And if that's the crime
Captain Black sees fit

to charge me with...
I plead guilty.

Guilty in the highest degree.

- Laurent!
- No!

Your teeth are chattering,
Benjamin.

Are you afraid?

You can have your life
for what it's worth.

But get out of Tortuga
before the morning.

I warn you.

Gangway!

Who is it?

Your husband, remember?

I felt there was something
I ought to say to you.

But I'm a little afraid
you will misunderstand.

You've told me I was brought up
simply to be an ornament.

You couldn't expect an ornament
to understand.

That's just it.

- You are an ornament.
- Thank you.

I admired you at the Sea Turtle
tonight.

You had dignity,
a sense of fitness, courage.

And?

And I was proud of you.

The Señor Barracuda
is very gracious.

You're not to be sarcastic
about everything I say to you.

You mean that occasionally,
you say what you mean?

Genuinely mean?

I have a suggestion.

Let us both be genuine
with each other.

About the Sea Turtle...

I might have been offended
tonight if I had been your wife.

But after all,
that woman, that...

That... What's her name?

You know her name.

Very well.

Anne Bonny.

You put the soot in the pistols
to protect her as well.

Anne was my dearest friend.

She was all I had
until I met you.

I don't know what purpose you
could have in telling me that.

Unless you really mean it.

I do mean it.

Please...

Please don't make me
believe you again.

Last night when you
left me here, you...

you didn't mean it then.
You couldn't have.

Why did you leave?

If you had stayed...

When I captured the
Santa Madre and you...

and decided to marry you...

I wasn't sure whether
I did it out of contempt...

for revenge against Alvarado.
But now I know.

I want you to be my wife.

Really my wife.

- Laurent.
- Yes?

Oh...

Why?

Tell me, why?

Careful, you scum.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

And you, Dutchman,
tell your bride goodbye.

She's off to Cartagena
on the turn of the tide.

My dear captain,
you must forgive me.

What I do is not for my own
choice, but for your own good,

and in the name
of the brotherhood.

Mario is sailing your ship.

Anne Bonny is in charge
of your wife.

And you're staying here
in Tortuga,

whether you like it or not.

Laurent.

That's enough.

Stop the wench.

I'm beginning to think
the Spanish witch had

a spell on you.

Soak me if I don't believe
it's that nightgown.

Take him ashore.

Loose the foretopsail.

We'll fire a cannon
when we're clear of the harbor.

Then cut him loose
and run for it.

Shove off.

Anchor up.
The bow is clear.

Here comes the Barracuda.
Get the crew aboard the Cobra.

- We sail in an hour.
- Aye.

Be careful, Señor Barracuda.
We wish no harm to befall you.

I shall remember your
thoughtfulness, Raveneau.

And you will remember it too,
to the end of your days.

I'll take over from here,
Lussan.

- What do you want?
- Him.

Just leave the two of us alone
and he'll trouble you no more.

Benjy, you've been drinking
too much.

There'll be no murder here as
long as Laurent's in my charge.

Now, put down that pistol,
or I'll--

Hold it, Dutchman.

You're a very brave man, Benjy,
aren't you?

I don't think I'll dirty
my steel on you.

Swaine!

Strike me if it ain't the
spitting image of the Barracuda.

We had sure a fight.

The Barracuda, he's dead
as he ought to be.

Quick, Pillery, untie me.

Why, it is the Barracuda.

- You hear? It's the Barracuda.
- Huh?

Oh.

Are you hurt, Swaine?

He means we can handle a dozen
like Black any time you say.

Hey, what's that?

That's the signal that my friend
da Bilar got clean away

with my wife and my ship.

You really mean to say that he
stole your wife and your ship?

That's truly accommodating
of Benjy.

To leave his ship where we need
it at the time we need it most.

Oh, the Cobra will never
overhaul the Barracuda.

She can get us to Cartagena.
And that is all I need.

And I would have used my power
and freed you even before this.

But such tropical fruit
as ours...

they must be eaten
immediately when picked

or else they become
worthless.

He did her no harm, did he?

Apparently not, Your Excellency.

Murderous words, My Lord Bishop.

I prefer to believe I heard you
say, "indubitably not."

The Condesa Francisca de
Guzmany Angandora.

Welcome to Cartagena.

His Excellency the Lord Bishop
has informed us of your capture

and of your grave trials
and tribulations.

Why didn't you tell me
she was beautiful?

I did tell you,
Your Excellency.

Why didn't you tell me she is
more beautiful than you did?

I have also been informed,
my child

of an alleged marriage
between yourself

and this, this Barracuda.

Well, obviously, I hold it
to be no marriage at all.

And what I hold anything not
to be automatically becomes.

To begin with, any man who
adopts nom de plume of a fish.

It is always possible
to petition

to have the marriage annulled.

But that would take months,
wouldn't it?

On the average, about 18.

Eighteen months?

I refuse to wait like
a beggar with my hat

in my hand for 18 months.

My dear child,
there is no reason

why we shouldn't be married
tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Your Excellency?

Well, yesterday,
unfortunately is impossible.

Today? Today I will be devoting
all of my attention

to the task of making myself
even more personable for you.

But tomorrow,
I have the entire day free.

We shall be married tomorrow.

But a girl has so many things
to consider, Your Excellency.

Suppose I were to find myself
with two husbands?

A pirate can never be regarded
as a husband...

except maybe
by another pirate.

And now, Condesa Francisca,
I beg your leave.

I will attend to all
arrangements for

the wedding feast
and the banquet myself.

Besides, I have matters
of state...

papers to sign,
people to be hanged,

who cannot be hanged
without my signature.

I will be back shortly.

Come along.

Ah, we'll make a beautiful
couple.

You told me he was a man
of noble bearing.

He was a man of noble--

Oh, yes, I did, didn't I?

Well, he's not.
He's fat.

Can't you regard him
as just pleasingly plump?

My poor Lord Bishop.

My child, you're a bad
influence.

I was to have signed
authorizations

for several people to be hanged.

Instead, I became soft.

So I instructed they be turned
on the rack instead.

Well, is my little bride
all a-flutter?

Out of respect
for the condesa's feelings,

I must counsel
that she return home.

And your marriage to her
be postponed.

I am sure your advice is sound.

However, I will ignore it.

Commandante, in the future

we will apply the word
"beautiful" to all the ladies

who have previously appeared
on these premises.

You will now invent
a new word...

meaning much more than
beautiful...

which will be applied
exclusively

to la Condesa Francisca.

Eighteen months.

It's absurd.

If I may remind Your Excellency,
I have made my decision.

I am returning home
to my father.

You are in error.
We will not discuss it.

I insist on returning home.

It is always a mistake
to insist upon a decision

one is powerless to enforce.

After all, it was also your
father's wish that you

and I be married.

I will continue to assume
it is your true wish as well.

And what have you done
with the pirates

who brought His Lordship
and la condesa?

They are still aboard the ship,
Your Excellency.

I desire to see them.

I will honor them with my
personal attention at once.

Pray, excuse me, my child.
And you, Your Lordship.

Your Excellency...

I will accompany you.

You are already acquiring
a taste for my company.

Good.

By all means, come along.

So this is the Barracuda.

I fancy her as well as any
of our own armada.

- Perhaps better.
- I agree, Your Excellency.

With some alteration, it would
make a good ship of war.

The elimination
of Señor Barracuda alone

is alteration enough to convert
her into what really I need.

A vessel for my private
pleasure.

Don't be surprised, my dear,
if some fine evening

she puts out to sea

carrying you on your
honeymoon

in the arms of your beloved.

If my reference to
"your beloved" is vague...

I refer to myself.

Bless me, it's a woman.

So I am, hogshead.
But what are you?

I'm the one who must decide
whether you hang

or burn at the stake.

It's a difficult choice.

I promised them
safe-conduct back to Tortuga.

You did?

Oh, well, I probably would have
done the same thing.

And I wouldn't have
kept my word.

I see no earthly reason
why I should keep yours.

When I gave these people my
word, I meant it to be kept.

There is no such thing as a word
of honor that must be kept...

as far as this rubbish
is concerned.

My word must be kept.

You shall have your way.

These people are
to be kept under guard,

as light a guard as necessary...

until a way is found
to return them

to their fellow pirates.

- Does that satisfy you?
- I have your word for it?

- You have.
- Thank you.

Commandante, you will escort
the condesa to the gangway.

Thank you.

You will take these riffraff,
shackled if necessary

to the Prison of the
Penitentes.

You will keep them there
until I decide

whether they burn at the
stake separately or together.

I should have cut your--

What uncouth language.
Take her away.

You bas--!

- Your Excellency.
- Who are you?

Mario da Bilar, of whom
you must have heard, I'm sure.

Indeed I have.
You shall be hanged.

As a reward for restoring
Your Excellency's bride?

Your Excellency is joking,
undoubtedly.

Hanged?

Only by the thumbs.

But-but the Condesa Francisca
pledged me that...

It will be a worthwhile
experience to learn

that no one as lowborn
as yourself

may ever have the presumption

to rely upon the word
of the daughter of the Viceroy.

Now what?

I have a report,
Your Excellency.

An armed schooner
of English build

is making her way along
the coast.

The Cobra, of course. And the
Barracuda's on board her.

Now, what made me say that?

Señor Barracuda and I, we've
had our misunderstandings,

but he's still my friend.

By your leave,
I'd rather be hanged at once

than be tempted to betray him
upon his arrival here.

My, you're a scoundrel.

What evidence have you that the
Barracuda's aboard the Cobra?

- None.
- Then why do you say--?

Because I know him.
It's as I know

the sun will rise
tomorrow, I know the man.

He'll not rest until he frees
the condesa and Anne Bonny.

Or is killed in the attempt.

The latter alternative
is the more likely.

And, incidentally,
the more satisfactory.

But if you were
of any assistance

in bringing this,
this Barracuda

within the sphere
of my benevolent custody...

you might avoid hanging
altogether.

As great a service as that,
Your Excellency,

is certainly worth...

- You have conditions to suggest?
- Condesa Francisca promised...

me 50,000 pieces of eight and
the Order of the Golden Spur.

There is something
almost engaging

about your impudence.

Alright, 50,000 pieces of eight
it shall be.

And the Order of
the Golden Spur.

On my honor
as an hidalgo of Spain.

I thank Your Excellency.
Now, let me see.

The Barracuda will
unquestionably come ashore

in a cove long used by our
men for scouting purposes...

some leagues along the coast.

Now, if I were to escape
your custody...

- That could be arranged, I take?
- It could.

I would meet him there.

Laurent!

I knew you'd come. I've been
looking everywhere for you.

Never in my life have I been
so glad to see friends.

You can imagine my feelings
when I tell you that less than

three hours ago, I lay in a
cell, condemned to torture.

If it hadn't been for the
assistance of an officer

whom I'd known in happier
days and had helped...

If I can be of any service
to you, Laurent.

Laurent, surely you believe me.

You stole my ship.

I only acted in name
of the brotherhood,

your interest and none other.

We realized that we were
losing you, that...

that you were becoming
unfaithful to our common cause.

You hear what I hear, don't you?
I was untrue to the cause.

Let me finish him off.

You were saying, Mario?

If I die for saying it, it was
your wife who betrayed us all.

What of my wife?

From the moment you met her,
even when she was

telling you that she loved you,
she was scheming

and contriving
to get us to free her from you.

Finally, we consented.
Not for her sake, for yours.

Go on.

She promised us all
safe-conduct back to Tortuga

after we brought her here
to marry Alvarado.

Well?

Anne Bonny and all your crew
are now rotting

in the dungeons
of the Penitentes...

sentenced to burn
at the stake.

That's how much
you can trust her.

- You realize what you've told?
- Fully.

Apparently, she couldn't wait
for the wedding

before moving
into His Excellency's palace.

In his palace?

Under the same roof?

Forgive me, Mario,
for not trusting you at first.

I thank you for your
information.

Get more of it, if you can and

meet me tonight in the
marketplace when it grows dark.

You can rely on me.

- Here, how can you believe him?
- Who tells you I do?

He's such a liar. If he bids me
good morning,

I figure it's night
and go to bed.

- Every word he says--
- Not every word.

Some are true, and some are not,
a kind of hash.

But I won't swallow it before
I find out what it's made of.

Find out where, from her?

You'll be putting
yourself in prison.

Not the worst place to be.

That's where
our true friends are.

Something tells me that they'd
be awfully glad to welcome us.

Come along.

Your Excellency.
Capitan Mario da Bilar.

Send him in.

So you've returned already,
have you?

Oh, dear, I seem to know less
about scoundrels than I thought.

Surely, Your Excellency
never doubted me.

Not at all.

I took it for granted you would
betray me if you could.

Well, have you been successful?

Your Excellency shall be
the judge.

I've just met a man of
consequence, of genuine--

Oh, come to the point.

I brought up a topic to which no
man is ever insensitive.

A lady with whom he's in love.

I intimated she might possibly
not be in love with him.

In fact, that she might even be
making a fool of him.

- You're shrewder than I thought.
- Oh, Your Excellency.

It was not intended to be
a compliment.

I promised you 10,000
pieces of eight.

Fifty thousand was the sum you
mentioned, Your Excellency.

Fifty was the sum I mentioned
but 10,000 was what

I had in mind.

Whatever Your Excellency says.

Exactly.

It would by my assumption
that vanity would lead

this person to investigate
whether he has

or has not
been made a fool of.

For example, if you were
in his place, Your Excellency.

If I were in his position. Yes.

I think I would call upon
the lady.

Laurent.

I'm sorry if I've startled you.

But there was too little time
and too much danger

to have myself announced
with more formality.

Wait. Let me close the door.

You must not stay here.

If you were discovered, don't
you know what they'd do to you?

Oh, Laurent,
you were mad to come here.

There is safety in that
kind of madness.

Who would ever suspect
I would come here of all places?

Unless, of course, you intend
to send for Alvarado.

Oh, Laurent, be serious.

Why don't you kiss me?

You would like to continue
with this farce, wouldn't you?

What are you talking about?

When I think how I believed
in you...

believed that a lady
of your world could possibly

- stoop to a buccaneer.
- Laurent, I won't listen to you.

All the time let me make love
to you. You let me believe

you loved me. You were
scheming to leave me.

What makes you say
such a dreadful thing?

What proof have you?

When I left you in Tortuga--

The only proof I have
is within myself. In my heart.

The very first time we
met, you had me lashed.

Because I had the insolence
to speak to you.

The dagger you were ready
to stab me with,

that was your real self.

It was only when you thought
it was safer to play up to--

That night in the cabin,
in Tortuga,

I tried to explain
to you then.

These things you're saying now,
they're not true at all,

they're only half-truths, things
that may once have been so.

But have not been so
since I realized how...

How much I do love you.

Well, what are your proofs
that you love me?

I wish there were some proofs
I could give you.

Unless you're prepared
to believe what I say

just because I say it...

I have no proofs.

You've had my crew
thrown into the prison.

Anne Bonny, to whom you promised
safe-conduct home,

she's under lock and key,
waiting with the rest of 'em

to be burned at the stake

in celebration
of the royal holiday.

Anne Bonny and your crew?

I'm sure the flames
will add a bit of color

to the festivities connected--

- Call the guard.
- With your next marriage.

Laurent, you must go.
You've got to go.

I take it you know
the palace guard is coming.

I swear to you I didn't.
Please, you must go.

And now it is too late to be
of any use, you warn me.

But I too had conceived
such a possibility myself.

So you're the Barracuda?

Or Laurent Van Horn, remember?

Yes, I remember. You were
presumptuous and I punished you.

Oh, we're old friends.

But it's an intimacy that won't
endure much longer, I'm afraid.

I will rid you of this intruder
immediately and permanently.

Why don't you tell him the truth
about Anne Bonny.

Laurent, you've got to
know, you must--

I still consider it a delightful
privilege to have known you.

And I shall remember you
to the end of my days.

What a pretty speech.

Search the garden.

You, look in the shrubbery
to the right.

Remember, get the weapons
to me in the prison

as you did in Maracaibo,
I count on you.

Make sure there are
no more of them.

A thousand pardons for this
intrusion, my child.

But I thought it necessary, for
your sake even more than my own.

Let me open you another bottle.

Not now. Uh...

What if someone saw us?

Take them the basket
and hurry back here.

I'll be waiting for you.

Here is your last meal.

Don't choke on the bones.

Did you hear? The last meal.

What did he say?

He said he doesn't care.

It's the viceroy. I should have
left here long ago.

If he finds you here in your
condition with me,

his-his favorite...

I know, it would be
my last meal too.

Strike me if I'd ever thought
I'd see you again.

Shh.

Francisca. She's here.

She knows the way to a man's
heart.

Put it out of sight.

On second thought, I'd rather
wear the white brocade.

- It flatters my figure.
- Yes, sir.

Mind you, my dear Escobar...

this visit of mine
is not meant to reflect

on the way you run
this prison.

I merely find that my appearance
now and then keeps people

on their toes.

I think you'll find
everything

to your liking, Your Excellency.

Oh, be careful of the steps,

Your Excellency.

And don't forget
to tell my barber

that my beard wants trimming.

Yes, Your Excellency.

You let any man come that close

to your throat with a blade?

Coco, tell the man that I do.

He shouldn't have thought he
could steal a woman and her love

the way he stole ships,
goods and riches. Huh?

For the first time,
we see eye to eye.

A woman cannot be stolen,
nor her love.

Hang him high.

High enough for him to have a
last glimpse of the Barracuda.

A crowning touch, that.

Yes, Your Excellency.

Make a note that the wedding
party will be

brought on the same barge
with the priests.

And let him and his party
reach their destination first.

Da Bilar. What a pretty sight.

Now hiding behind His
Excellency's rather broad back.

What a pity that one of the few
comparable swordsmen

should be reduced
to parrying with words.

Even if I had something
more pointed than words

I would not use it now.

Well, Coco,
since we shan't see him again,

our condolences.

He mustn't see me.

I didn't know your kind
cared about their men

as much as we do.

I love him.

I came here to keep my word
that all of you would go free.

You come now, please.

Well, strike me.

- You-you...
- Walk ahead of me.

- My wife.
- Come on, open up.

- Do you believe me now?
- Yes.

I'll never forget these seconds.

I'll never forget the way
you look now.

Hey, stow it. You'll have
the guards on our necks.

- You, where's the armory?
- Come on. Step lively.

- Come on, hurry.
- Gangway!

I'm sure you're wrong.

They reported to me that the
palace sent a maidservant.

I'm telling you the palace sent
no maidservant.

There's some girl here. It would
be well for me to find out about

her and for you to see that she
doesn't slip past the gates.

I'll see to it.

Hard as I try, I can't believe
this is your bridal gown.

Of course, there's still time
for you to change

and take your place
on the barge.

I think, I'm sure
you'll agree that

the less said about this
to Alvarado, the better.

Well, Mario, at last.

Oh, Laurent.

You dirty bilge rat.

Make for the harbor.

Avoid the fortress,
it bristles with soldiers.

Come on, my boys.

Head him for the Carolinas.

From there...

good sailing.

- Do you see the boat?
- I see nothing, sir.

Don't look at me, you won't find
it in my face. Look out there.

- Yes, sir.
- And keep on looking.

Why are you putting
those pillows on deck?

Do you think we wish
to spend the night here?

- Idiot. Take them below.
- Yes, Your Excellency.

Here, take them below. Quick.

I will enjoy that
tomorrow morning at breakfast.

More soldiers?
What are they for?

There has been an uprising.

- The pirates are at large.
- What?

These men were sent
to protect you now that you are

to return ashore.

Return ashore? Their leader
has no ship but this.

I'll wait for him here.
Are there more of you?

They are waiting alongside,
Your Excellency.

Send them up.

With those already aboard,
they will constitute

an adequate committee
of reception.

The boat is coming,
Your Excellency.

- Shall I signal it to turn back?
- Not at all.

The condesa should acquaint
herself with

the way I deal with men
who cross me.

The good fathers will be
completely unaware that

their robes are missing
until they wake.

And, believe me,
Pillery used no violence.

But I'm afraid the Lord Bishop
himself may be expected.

If so, His Lordship's absence
may have to be excused.

Officer, form a guard of honor
to receive the condesa.

And put down the carpet.

My dear.

Father Lorenzo is deputizing
for His Lordship.

The bishop is confined
with another attack of gout.

I pity him, while I rejoice
that he caused me no delay.

And I fancied we'd be married
right here.

I take it for granted you agree.

I must make mention
of an unforeseen delay.

You are not yet, as scheduled,
a widow.

We shall therefore have to
restrain our impatience...

not for weeks, nor days,
nor even hours, I hope.

Don't hope.

I should have said it will be
only a matter of minutes.

Because this ship
is amply fortified.

Which I'm sure
you didn't anticipate.

I indulge myself
in the thought that you were

unwillingly persuaded
into this intrigue.

It was of my own choosing.

You chose the loser and I permit
you to change your mind.

I have no intention
of changing my mind.

Don't try my affection too far.

I'm not one of your kind
anymore.

No matter what you do to me,
I never will share your triumph.

- Lieutenant.
- Call your guards.

They can't make me
despise you any less.

You, who stand
for everything I wish to forget.

Lieutenant.

Where are you?

Sentry.

Sentry.

Sentry!

Cut the anchor cable.
Set topsails.

We can't sail past
the fortress, sir.

The channel lies
in point-blank range.

It's time we made a run for it.

You fools.

You'll never clear the harbor.

The garrison is under my
personal instruction to fire...

if this ship so much as moves
before daybreak.

Sound the alarm. Man your guns.

Sound the alarm!

At least we all may have
the dubious

consolation of dying together.

Man your guns.

The Barracuda. She sails long
before her time, sir.

The priest. The bride.

His Excellency.

Is there any reason he shouldn't
be married ahead of time?

Look carefully
at the priest, sir.

Isn't he rather tall
for the bishop?

Yes, strangely
tall, I grant you.

Stand ready to fire by sections.

Stand ready
to fire by sections.

Fire.

Why don't you fire?

Section number three,
independent fire.

It will be moments now.

Close your eyes and pray
that we will be delivered.

And to think that I should have
considered firing on her...

with His Excellency on board.

Give them the rockets
for good luck.

Long live the Viceroy.

Oh, let's hang him from yardarm.

- String him up.
- Cut out his heart.

No, no.
We gotta do this proper.

Step by step. Limb from limb.

Can't you let him live somehow?

Find a way for him to do
some useful work?

Work? No, condesa.

Yours is the cruelest
of all suggestions.

Lucky Don Juan Alvarado.

I knew he wouldn't wait.

He's dead.