Treasure Island

The squire and Dr. Livesey...

...having asked me to write down the particulars of Treasure Island...

...leaving nothing out but the bearings of the island itself...

...and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted.

I go back to the time when my mother and I kept the Admiral Benbow Inn...

...and the brown, old seaman with a saber cut...

...first took up lodging under our roof.

Open the door, will you? Open the door!

Go away! We're closed.

Open the door, you lubberly swab, or by thundering....

Throw that cutlass away this instant.

What do you want?

Good evening, missus.

Lad.

Will you not put up your musket?

I'm just a simple sailor seeking lodgings.

Just so?

This looks like a conveniently situated grogshop.

You have much company here, lad, do you?

No, sir. No one hardly ever comes in here since Father died.

-Shh. -Ha, ha.

Then this here's the place for me, matey.

And what might we call you, sir?

If we're to put up with the likes of you under our roof.

You may call me captain, ma'am.

Captain Billy Bones at your service.

I'm a plain man, ma'am.

Rum, bacon and bread's what I want.

And that headland down the road there to watch ships off of.

Here, matey.

Tell me when I've worked my way through that, will you?

He stayed with us long after his gold had run out.

But none of us had the courage to ask for more.

All day, he hung around the cove or upon the cliffs with a brass telescope...

...gazing out over the waves...

...as if he feared something were coming for him from the sea.

All evening, he would drink rum and water very strong...

...looking up fierce when spoken to.

His stories and songs were all about hanging and piracy...

...and wild deeds on the Spanish Main.

None of us suspected then, of course...

...how our lives would be changed by them forever.

Jim, here. Have you seen a seafaring man...

-...with one leg, Jim? No, sir.

Keep a weather eye open, Jim, for a seafaring man.

I will give you a silver fourpenny each week, you understand that?

Aye. See, you've told me, captain, but I haven't seen one yet.

-Dr. Livesey. -Hello, Jim.

Ah. Dr. Livesey.

Good evening, Mrs. Hawkins.

Evening, doctor.

And how are you feeling, Mrs. Hawkins? Better, I trust.

Oh, yes, doctor. Thanks to your visit.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Drink to the devil And had done for the rest

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

Give me rum, you hear?

Give us rum, goddamn you!

Rum, it's feed and drink to the likes of me! Rum, good laddie.

Mrs. Hawkins, I once prescribed a draft for Squire Trelawney.

He had the gout, you know. And his man, Joyce, swore he would see him take it.

-But the squire-- -Silence!

Silence between decks to here.

Were you addressing me, sir?

I was indeed, sir.

Have you something to say about that?

I have only one thing to say to you, sir.

If you keep on drinking rum...

...the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel.

You're a whistler.

Captain.

I'll take none of that from the likes of you, nor any other lubberly swab.

You call me "captain" or I'm gonna pin you to the wall with this cutlass...

...and hang you from the yard by your thumbs and use you for musket practice.

Now, you hear me.

If you do not put down that cutlass this instant...

...I promise you, upon my honor, that I'll have you drawn up at the next assizes.

-Ha! -I am not a doctor only, but a magistrate.

And now I know there is such a fellow in my district.

And if I catch so much as a breath of complaint against you...

...I'll have you hunted down and hanged like the dog you are.

Let that suffice.

Well, I say, Mrs. Hawkins, the squire is a clever fellow.

What might I get for you, sir?

Rum, sonny.

Rum will do.

Is this here a table for my mate, Bill?

I don't know your mate Bill, sir. This table's for the captain.

Ah.

Right, because now Bill would be called "captain," aye.

Now...

...is my mate, Bill, in this here house?

No, sir. He's out walking.

Back soon?

Yes, sir.

-Where's your mother, boy? -She's not here.

She's in the village. To market.

Just as well.

All right.

This'll be a pleasant surprise for my mate, Bill.

Good as drink.

You know, I have a young nipper of my own.

It's like you is two blocks.

And he's all the pride of my yards.

But a great thing for boys...

...is discipline.

Discipline?

Aye.

Discipline.

Right. Would you step in here and surprise old Bill.

Billy Bones.

Come, Bill, you know your old shipmate, surely.

-Black Dog? Aye.

Black Dog as ever was.

Come for to see his old mate, Bill.

Now, look here.

You've run me down here.

Here I am.

Now, what you want, Dog?

You speak up, will you?

Ah? That's you, Bill.

I'll just have a glass of rum from this dear child here.

You'll join me, won't you?

Now, we'll sit down and talk square, like old shipmates.

Where's the chart, Bill?

No. No, no!

-We'll swing. -Swing once, swing all, say I.

That weren't Flint's way, no sir.

-Flint's dead, God damn him. Aye.

Aye. That he is, mate, dead and damned.

All I want's the chart, Bill.

All I'm asking's what's rightfully ours.

Our lawful shares.

Damn your lawful shares and damn you too.

Rum, Jim.

Rum, boy.

Oh, God.

Are you hurt?

It's rum I need, Jim.

Give us rum, will you?

Ah. I needed that.

I must get away from here, Jim, before they have the black spot on me.

-That black what? -Spot, Jim.

It's a summons.

The lubbers will be going around by now to get their wind of me.

What lubbers are those, captain?

Ah, it's Flint's men, as like as not. Black Dog, Blind Pew.

It's my old sea chest they're after, macky.

Now, you look here, Jim.

If they should slip me the spot, you get on a horse...

...and you go and fetch that infernal swab of a doctor.

You tell him why I'm the only one that has it.

-Has what? -Oh.

Flint gave it to me as he was lying, dying in some island.

For the love of God, boy, give me some rum, will you?

Will you?

Who's there?

Jim Hawkins. What do you want?

Would some kind friend tell a poor, blind man...

...what's lost the sight of his eyes in the service of King George, God bless him...

...in what part of the country he might now be?

You're at the Admiral Benbow Inn.

Oh, yes.

Give me your hand, my kind young friend.

Lead me in.

-Now, boy, you take me to the captain. -I daren't.

You take me in straight, and as soon as I'm in view, you cries out.

Here's a friend of yours, Bill.

Yes, yes, oh, yes.

Captain Bones.

-Blind Pew. Yes.

Come for you at last, Billy.

Now...

...business is business, Mr. Bones.

Sit right where you are.

Hold out your hand.

Boy, take his left hand and bring it near my right.

Yes.

And now that's done.

Oh, yes.

It's a spot, Jim.

It's the black spot, lad.

"You have till 10:00."

That's two hours.

We'll have them yet, Jim.

Get me a top of rum, will you?

Here, lad, it's....

It's for the sea chest.

For the old sea chest, boy.

-What chest? -Mother.

What's been happening here, Jim?

Is he dead?

Aye, dead.

Being in his cups again, I shouldn't wonder.

Now, what about this chest?

He owes me money.

Mother, the captain said we have the devil to pay and no pitch hot.

They tipped him the black spot.

That what?