Captain Blood

Dr. Blood!

Who is it?

That we'll know better

when you've opened the door.

Me?

My mistake. After I've opened the door.

Open it, quick!

Why, Jeremy Pitt, isn't it?

It's your friend, Lord Gildoy, wounded

at Andrew Baynes' farm by the river.

-The rash fool.

-He sent me for you. No time to lose.

Why, to be sure, I'll lose none,

nor my head either.

Come in and regain yours

while I get my things.

-I'll wait here.

-As you please.

Come, Mrs. Barlow, help me dress.

Jeremy, how was the battle?

Battle? Slaughter, rather!

What can clubs do against cannon?

In case this business keeps me overlong,

take care you water my geraniums...

especially those

under the bedroom window.

Geraniums. Won't you ever grow up?

One would think you were still

at medical school.

Geraniums!

You would think of geraniums...

when every other able-bodied man

is out fighting.

It's out of favor I seem to be with you,

my vinegary virgin.

-Half the town is saying you're a papist.

-Why?

Because I have the sense to sleep tonight

instead of rushing to my ruin...

in an attempt to put

this Duke of Monmouth on the throne?

He'd be even worse than King James.

Make haste with that cloak there,

my pretty one.

And the other half of the town

that defends you...

claims that you're just a coward.

Mrs. Barlow, my darling,

you can tell them, if you like...

that I've been most anywhere

that fighting was in evidence.

Fought for the French against the Spanish,

and the Spanish against the French...

and I learned my seamanship

in the Dutch Navy.

But having had adventure enough

in six years to last me six lives...

I came here, hung up the sword,

and picked up the lancet.

Became a man of peace and not of war.

A healer, not a slayer...

and that I am going to be as long as

I'm on top of the sod and not under it.

-Will you be back for breakfast?

-Who knows, my pretty one?

The worst is done, my friend.

Give your mind peace.

The King's men!

There's nothing to fear.

This is a Christian country.

Christian men don't make war

on the wounded...

or those who shelter them.

I'm Capt. Hobart of Col. Kirke's dragoons.

What rebels do you harbor?

No rebels. This wounded gentleman--

No need to ask

how he came by his wounds.

A rebel. Out with him.

This man can't be moved

without peril to his life.

Who the devil may you be?

Peter Blood, Medicinae Baccalaureus.

Don't fling your French at me.

Latin, my dull friend.

lt means I'm a doctor.

Or a liar.

lf your wit were as big as your voice,

it's the great man you'd be for this.

You may find me great enough

to hang you!

Yes, I don't doubt it.

You've the looks and manners

of a hangman.

Take him away, and the others, too!

''ln the name of His Majesty,

Our Sovereign Lord...

''prisoners of the Crown,

you stand indicted...

''for having maliciously

and traitorously conspired...

''to change, alter, and wholly to subvert

the ancient government...

''of this Kingdom of England.

''Therefore, you are charged

with high treason...

''against the most illustrious

and most excellent...

''Prince James II by the grace of God...

''of England, Scotland, France,

and Ireland, King.

''Having no fear of God in your hearts...

''and being moved

and seduced by the devil...

''you have failed in the love

of due obedience toward the King...

''and have moved to disturb

the tranquility of the nation...

''and to stir up war to depose said king

from title...

''honor, and the regal name

of the imperial crown.

''Therefore, you are here to be tried

before His Majesty's Commissioner...

''the Lord Chief Justice,

Baron Jeffreys of Wem...

''and by a jury of 12 good men and true.''

James Haynsworth, hold up your hand.

-Guilty or not guilty?

-Guilty.

-Harold Carron, guilty or not guilty?

-Guilty.

-Andrew Baynes, guilty or not guilty?

-Guilty.

-Jeremy Pitt, guilty or not guilty?

-Guilty.

-John Wolverstone, guilty or not guilty?

-Guilty.

Uriah Ogle, guilty or not guilty?

Guilty. Praise the Lord.

Henry Hagthorpe, guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

-Lord Chester Dyke, guilty or not guilty?

-Guilty.

Peter Blood, guilty or not guilty?

lt's entirely innocent, I am.

Take the stand and face His Lordship.

Are you guilty or not guilty?

You must use the right words.

Words, is it? Not guilty.

And speaking of words,

I'd like to say a few about the injustice...

of keeping an innocent man

locked up for three months...

in such filth and heat and ill-feeding

that my chief regret is I didn't try...

to pull down the filthy fellow

that sits on the throne.

Silence!

Are you entirely ignorant

of the proper procedure of the court?

Most happily ignorant up to now.

I could gladly have done

without this acquaintance.

Enough of this.

There is nothing more to be said,

except the passing of sentence.

May it please Your Lordship,

but there's a deal more to be said!

Silence!

-How now, fellow?

-There is the little matter of my defense.

Very well, then...

but in heaven's name, be brief, man.

We have much to do.

I am guilty of nothing, my lord...

unless it be adjudged a crime

that a man try to live peaceably.

Living peaceably

with the army of Monmouth?

I was not with Monmouth's army, my lord.

I was arrested while engaging

in my profession as physician.

What's this?

You tell us you're a doctor, you rogue?

And as such was summoned

to the aid of Lord Gildoy...

by Jeremy Pitt, who can so testify.

Master Pitt will testify.

He that is himself a confessed traitor.

-ls that your witness?

-There is also Andrew Baynes.

Master Baynes

will have enough testifying...

in a useless effort

to keep his own neck from the halter.

I can bring a hundred from Bridgwater,

the town where I live.

We've no time for all this.

lf these other traitors

are as stubborn as you...

I may sit here till the next assizes.

Very well, then.

There's a witness I'll give you

that you can't deny:

yourself, sir.

For if I'm not physician,

how is it I know that you're a dying man?

The death to which you're dooming

hundreds of poor men daily...

in a frantic effort to send their souls

to perdition before your own...

is a light pleasantry...

compared to the bleeding death

in the lungs...

to which the great Judge

has condemned you.

Now, fellow,

we'll be done with the witnesses...

and I will convict you

out of your own rascally mouth.

When this Pitt came to summon you,

as you claim...

did you know you were called

to attend another rebel?

My business was with his wounds,

not his politics.

Did you know the law...

that any person who does

knowingly receive, harbor, comfort...

or succor a rebel

is as guilty as if he himself bore arms?

I only knew my sacred duty as a physician.

Your sacred duty, rogue, is to your king!

I thought it was to my fellow man.

lt's a fearful thing

to send a man's soul to perdition...

but I am bound by my conscience...

and my love of my king to deal out justice.

Therefore, I instruct you,

gentlemen of the jury...

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