Treasure Island

Give her a hand.

- Come on you swabs, put your back into it.

We've gotta bury this treasure before sundown!

Lower away!

Oh Jesus.

You stupid swine!

I'll kill ya!

There.

I don't understand why we couldn't go.

How are we gonna find out where Flint

buried the treasure, eh?

Ah, Billy Bones.

You're as boneheaded as a backward blowfish.

You wanna be out there with Flint?

Burying the biggest treasure ever found

in the Spanish main?

You really think he's gonna let any of those swabs live

after they've buried it for him?

Blowfish, is it?

Well I don't think I need the insults,

Long John Silver.

No you don't, now, do you?

No I bloody don't.

- And what are you gonna do about it?

- I'll show you what I'm gonna do about it.

Ah!

Carry on, Bill.

Silver!

I'll show you how crazy I am!

Watch out, Silver!

Hello?

Anybody here?

Anybody?!

Anybody here?

Yes sir, sorry sir.

Can I help you?

- For starters, just a glass of rum

for an old seafaring man on a cold wet day.

Yes, sir.

Here you go, sir.

Oh, that's the stuff, lad.

That's the stuff.

You get many customers here?

No, sir.

- Not many folks around these parts?

No, sir.

Just you in here alone?

No, sir, my grandmother's upstairs, sir.

But she's ailing, sir, and bedridden.

Oh, sir, sir, sir.

They ain't knighted me and they ain't likely to.

Just call me,

call me Captain.

Yes, sir.

I mean, Captain.

What be your name?

Jim Hawkins.

Well, Jim.

You ever see a seafaring man in these parts

with one leg?

No, Captain.

- Or a blind man with a burn like this?

No.

Well then.

You ever heard of pieces of eight?

Yes, sir.

Well this be one of them.

And it be yours if you ever see such men, aye?

Do us purdy little encouragement like.

Keep your eyes open

and tell me if you ever see such men in these parts.

Now Jim, fetch me a rum.

Yes, Captain.

You have bad blood.

Relieve the pressure on your brain as much as we can.

You've drunk your fill here.

You can still do a little good.

This should help, Mrs. Hawkins.

Now please, try to remain calm as much as you can.

- That reprobate doesn't help out, doesn't he?

Has he paid you anything yet?

No, nothing.

- Jim, go and turn the pike down, will you?

Must I, sir?

All right.

I'll see to it.

The inkeeper's unwell, sir.

I'd be obliged if you keep your voice down.

This is England, isn't it?

It's a free country.

I'll sing where I like

and I'll drink when I like.

Is that so, sir?

Well then.

I hope you do continue drinking rum.

Because if you do,

it's my belief that the world will very soon

be rid of a verminous scoundrel.

Take it back.

- Remove that oriental instrument

or I promise you, you'll hang for it.

Captain!

More rum.

If ever I hear a breath of complaint about you,

I'll have you hunted down and routed out

like a mad dog, do you understand?

Rum, Jim.

Rum!

Yes, sir.

I'll get it, Molly.

Hello sir, may I help you?

All right, you sonny.

I'm told this might be the lodgings

of my old mate, Billy Bones.

I'm sorry sir.

We only have one guest here.

And who might that guest be?

We call him Captain, sir.

And this Captain,

he wouldn't have a scar on his cheek, would he?

His right cheek?

Come on boy.

We'll give my old mate, bless his heart,

a wee surprise.

Get out of here, wench!

Ah, Bill, the old mate.

Black Dog.

Black Dog as ever was.

Come for to pay his respects

to an old shipmate, Billy.

Well now you've run me down.

What of it?!

Well.

First, we'll sit down, if you please

and talk square like old mates.

Get out of it, boy.

And none of your keelhauling either.

What be it, Jim?

What be all the noise down there?

- A man to see the Captain, granny.

Get out there!

- It comes to swinging, swing off there!

No, Billy!

I'll be back, Billy.

Runt, rum!

I'll be back!

Dear, dear me!

Friend!

- I thought that was blood I saw on the road.

What's going on here?

There was a fight.

He be wounded!

Wounded?

Fiddlesticks, this man has had a stroke

just as I warned him he would.

Now come on Mrs. Hawkins,

get back to your own bed or you'll end up

on the floor just as he is.

And you, Jim will kindly fetch me a basin

and my instruments.

They're in my saddlebag.

Yes, sir.

Prophetic.

Well, Mr. Billy Bones.

We can see the color of your blood.

No time for leeches or other niceties.

You're not afraid of the sight of blood, are you, Jim?

No, sir.

Just heights.

Hold that basin steady.

Well, hold his wrist.