Captain Hook: The Cursed Tides

Fire.

Fire.

Stop.

You, climb.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Come on, you dirty bastards.

Oi.

Hook!

Smee!

You may be wearing that fancy uniform,

but you're still a bastard.

You filthy pirate.

I suggest you lower your weapons.

What you gonna do now, Hook?

- We will never yield to you, traitor.

- I think you'll find you will.

Shoot them.

That's enough now.

You bastard.

Fire.

You made a bit of a mess.

Haven't you, Hook?

They were your friends.

- Not so cocky now, are you, Hook?

Now, what are we gonna do with you?

- Take this man and lock him up.

Fire.

Fire.

Fire.

Fire.

[jaunty pensive music crescendos]

Out of the way, peasants.

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

He's getting away.

He's getting away, damn it.

Come in

Your majesty.

Where is he?

No, let me guess.

That bloody pirate got away, didn't he?

- My sincere apologies, your majesty.

No good making excuses, Smee,

and no good coming here empty handed.

Bloody well better get that bastard

because if that pirate scum sets foot on any ship,

your head will be on a spike.

No.

I'll send you back to where you came from,

back to your friends,

who I assume will be most pleased to see you again.

Especially after what you have done to them.

- I have mobilised a new garrison to retrieve Hook

and to deliver him to you, your majesty.

You have my word, and my word is my bond.

I hope you do.

Very well.