Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales

Father?

Henry, what have you done?

I said I'd find you.

Look at me, son.

I don't care.

There's no place for you on the Dutchman.

They know you're here.

Get home to your mother.

No!

Leave now!

Before it's too late.

I won't! I'll never stop.

And if you throw me over, I'll come straight back.

Don't you see I'm cursed to this ship?

That's why I'm here.

I think I know a way to break your curse.

To free you from the Dutchman.

Henry, no.

I've read about a treasure.

A treasure that holds all the power of the sea.

The Trident of Poseidon can break your curse.

Henry, the Trident can never be found.

I found you.

It's just a tale.

Like the tales of you and Captain Jack Sparrow?

He will help me find the Trident.

You stay away from Jack.

Leave the sea forever.

You have to stop acting like...

A pirate?

I won't stop.

I want you to come home.

Henry...

I'm sorry.

But my curse will never be broken.

This is my fate.

You must let me go.

I love you, son.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Keep even keel.

Haul in on the lee side!

Faster, you pathetic bilge rats!

You'll pump the bilge and fill the scuppers.

We're chasing down pirates!

Henry, get back here.

You don't wanna get kicked off another ship.

It's a Dutch barque.

Probably stolen by the Pirate Bonnet.

My God.

I warned you of leaving your post, boy.

I need to speak with the captain.

- What did you say? - Move!

Turner!

She's going in, sir.

Chase her down.

No, don't do it.

Don't do it!

You will not address the captain, boy.

Sir, look at your charts.

I believe you're sailing us into the Devil's Triangle.

You hear this, men?

This landsman believes an old sailor's myth.

Sir, with all due respect, I have spent my life studying the myths of the sea.

I know every legend and every curse.

And I know ships that sail into the Triangle do not necessarily sail out...

I'm sorry, sir. This one is clearly disturbed.

Sir, trust in what I say. Change your course.

You dare to give me orders, boy?

Arrest him!

Turner!

I will not let you kill us all.

This is treason.

No.

- Lock him up. We're going in! - No!

Belay that starboard brace.

- Bind that line! - Stay to the chains!

This was your last chance, Turner.

If it were up to me, I'd string you from the yardarm.

On deck.

Hold steady, helmsman!

Jack Sparrow.

He's dead.

Buried in an unmarked grave on the Isle of Saint Martin.

Sir, there's something in the water.

Ship to starboard!

That's no ship, sir. It's a shipwreck.

No.

She's sailing straight toward us.

Open fire!

Open fire!

Reload!

Secure the deck!

What are you?

Death.

Jack Sparrow.

Shh!

Do you know this pirate?

Only by name.

You're looking for him?

Is that a "yes"?

Yes.

For too many years, the Triangle has cursed us...

condemned us to this hell on Earth.

The key to our escape is Jack Sparrow...

and the compass which he holds.

No need to fear me, boy.

I always leave one man alive to tell the tale.

Find Sparrow for me...

and relay a message from Captain Salazar.

Salazar.

Tell him I will behold the daylight again.

And on that day...

death...

death will come straight for him.

Would you say that to him?

Please?

Yes.

I wish I could do it myself, but...

dead men tell no tales.

Carina Smyth, you're an orphan born of the devil...

accused of practising witchcraft.

Before you die... do you have anything to confess?

I confess that I'm not a witch, that I am a woman of science.

I confess that I have survived on my own...

with nothing but a diary from the father I never knew...

and a quest for the truth of who I am.

I confess that I will die before I give up the search.

And I confess...

that while we've been talking, I picked this lock.

Today, we dedicate the Royal Bank of Saint Martin.

The most secure banking institution in the Caribbean.

Our new vault is five inches thick...

and weighs an imperial ton.

I've got her! I've got her!

Get her!

Don't let her get away! Stop that witch!

Stop her! She's there! Get out of the way!

Get out of my way!

With this bank...

the town of Saint Martin enters the modern world.

- I'm so sorry, sir. - The witch escaped her chains.

Find that wicked lass, or you'll swing in her place.

Sir.

Sir.

No man nor an army...

can ever rob the gold from Saint Martin.

Open the vault.

Pirate!

Pirates.

Pirate!

Hmm.

This may seem a peculiar request...

but could someone explain to me as to why I'm here?

Scrum.

How long?

No, wait, it's coming to me.

I need just a moment to clear me head.

Make ready!

Present!

Hold your fire!

There's a woman with him in the vault!

Never mind about that trollop.

Sir, I believe that's your wife.

Frances?

Right, I've got it.

I've got it! I'm robbing the bank!

- Shoot him! - Ooh!

Come on!

Pull!

Pull!

Come on!

That was not part of the plan.

After him! Don't let him get away!

Yo! Come on!

Oh, oh!

- Well, I got this mutton, didn't I? - Oh, that was too expensive.

No woman's ever handled my Herschel.

Clear a path!

Oh, no, no, no!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Get inside!

Hard to starboard.

Sir.

Your celestial fix was off.

I've adjusted two degrees North.

Your map will no longer be imprecise.

Although you will have to start again with it.

You're a witch.

No, I'm not.

Am I a witch for having catalogued over 200 stars?

Witch!

There is a blood moon coming.

I simply need to purchase a chronometer.

I'll pay you double for selling to a woman.

Help!

There's a witch in my shop!

Help!

Help! There's a witch in my shop!

And a pirate! There's a witch and a pirate in my shop!

Well, it's your lucky day!