Captain Blood Page #4

Get them out of here!

I've just been with Nuttall at the boat.

lt's tonight.

-At last!

-For heaven's sake, command yourself.

-Tonight, Hagthorpe.

-Caution above everything.

He who goes slowly, goes safely.

Remember, Jeremy,

you're the only navigator among us.

Without you, there's no escape.

Hello, Uncle!

Riding again? What do you plan to see

riding always the same road?

You'd be surprised what interesting things

there are to see on this island...

if you only keep your eyes open.

Today, for instance, I saw something

that you'd give 1,000 ducats to know.

Stores and equipment

are all stowed away onboard.

We could use more food,

but there's no money left.

I'm not taking any chances

by asking our medical friends for more.

I told Nuttall we'd get to the boat

by midnight.

Jeremy, we must not fail tonight.

What the devil have you been up to?

Tonight will be a fine night,

judging by the sky.

There you are, Pitt. Keep it covered up

and it should heal in a day or so.

Miss Bishop. You looking for me, sir?

Yes. You, stop!

What's the matter? Why are you shaking?

Nothing. l....

What's going on between you two?

Why, nothing. The man has a bad leg.

I'll tend to you later.

Where have you been?

I've been at my work,

attending to the Governor.

You lie.

Do I?

The Governor's had another attack of gout.

He's been screaming for you

like a wounded horse all the afternoon.

Then it appears

I was not with the Governor.

Then where have you been?

-Why, I've been at....

-He was with me, Uncle.

What?

Thank you for protecting my reputation,

Dr. Blood, but it was a useless gallantry.

My uncle knows that I spend my time

with whomever I please.

You might choose your company

with better taste.

His Excellency's waiting for you!

Here, Kent, lend him your horse.

Yes, sir.

Otherwise, the lout will be all night

getting there.

Will I be required there long, sir?

You're afraid your work will interfere

with your social affairs?

lf I get back late, before midnight,

could I get back into the stockade?

Will you stay here talking all night?

Be off with you!

Take him to the stockade!

Go on, get along in there.

lf he talks, we're lost.

Well?

lt seems that you're continually

doing me favors.

-I don't know why.

-Neither do I.

Yes, I do.

lt's because you're so very grateful

and always thank me so prettily.

Sure now, you don't blame me

for resenting you and your favors.

This is interesting. I've had men tell me

they had reasons for admiring me...

and some have even laid claims

to reasons for loving me...

but for a man to store up reasons

for resenting me, how refreshing.

You must tell me a few of them.

The first is reason enough.

You bought me.

I've had no lack of experiences in my time,

but to be bought and sold was a new one.

I was in no mood to thank my purchaser.

That I can understand. Go on.

I've resented you because your name

is Bishop.

My thoughts have lumped you

with your uncle.

How was I to know

that a devil could have....

That a devil could have an angel

for a niece?

From a resentful man,

that is a pretty fair compliment.

Have you any more reasons

for resenting me like that one?

lndeed, I have. And the strongest of all...

I've resented you

because you're beautiful, and I'm a slave.

Do you understand that?

I don't know.

Perhaps if you were to explain further, I....

I've already talked too much.

I'll open your mouth!

You'll stay here

without food or water until you talk.

-Why did you lie to your uncle?

-Because....

Dr. Blood,

you're a physician and should know.

ls it not considered unhealthy

for a slave to be seen at a boat?

-Why should it be?

-Boats put out to sea.

Slaves may not.

You're jumping to conclusions, aren't you?

Am I?

The Governor will be waiting for you.

Yes.

Miss Bishop,

it's difficult for an Irishman to apologize.

But I hope you can forgive me

for having thought badly of you.

I will, if you tell me

how you think of me now.

How I think of you now? I think of you....

I think of you as the woman who owns me.

Her slave.

But I think the man is lucky

who can count you his friend.

I think you know you can.

Your slave is grateful

for all marks of favor.

When you forget your slavery

and go so far--

Now there, you're mistaken.

However far this slave may go,

he won't forget.

lt's a characteristic we Irish

have in common with the elephants.

Hello. Where are you going?

You're so much improved,

I was returning to the stockade.

Don't leave me tonight. I'm a sick man.

I assure you, sir,

there's nothing more I can do.

There must be something.

Perhaps you ought to bleed me again.

Very well, then, if you wish it.

But mind, no more softness about this.

I'm gonna have you well by midnight

if I have to bleed you to death.

-Who goes there?

-Peter Blood.

-Jeremy, what's happened?

-Water.

Easy, lad.

I didn't tell him. I didn't.

-Tell him what, Jeremy?

-About our plans.

My back.

Help me.

-Who did this?

-Bishop.

Bishop. Swine!

I didn't tell him. I didn't.

-ls our boat still standing in at the bay?

-Yes, Jeremy.

I wondered if I was still out of my mind.

I've been seeing boats sailing in and out...

in and out, but ours will never sail.

Not now.

Or if it does, you'll sail without me.

What?

And get lost at sea without our navigator?

-Nonsense, lad.

-We are not going this time.

lt's hopeless for all of us.

We'll manage somehow.

-What are you doing here?

-Doing?

Why, the duties of my office.

I said he was to have

no food nor drink till I ordered.

Sure now, I never heard you.

How could you? You weren't here.

Then how do you expect me

to know what orders you've given?

ln the name of humanity!

lf you know the word.

-You dare take that tone with me?

-Yes, I do!

I've been too soft with you...

but that shall be mended.

Kent, tie him up!

Had it easy here up to now. Get up there.

Now I'll take this rod to you...

until there's not an inch of hide left

on your dirty carcass.

Another beating?

This will be a good half-dozen of them

you've given me in promise.

This will be as real as it is overdue.

And what becomes of His Excellency

the Governor's gouty foot?

You'll not save yourself with that device

this time. Nothing will save you.

Pirates! Spanish pirates!

This is what I call a timely interruption.

Though what will come of it,

the devil himself only knows.

We've got to get through the town

to get to the boat.

Wait here, lads.

lt's me. Mr. Nuttall.

You came close to being

the ex-Mr. Nuttall.

Wouldn't be the first death I died today.

We can't stay here waiting for them

to catch sight of us.

Let's get to the boat down this way.

Sunk to the bottom of the briny.

And it sunk our hopes with it.

-Perhaps not.

-What do you mean, Peter?

-He's gonna take a bath?

-Yes, but not for cleanliness.

Since the Spaniards have been

thoughtless enough to sink our craft...

I'll see if I can't persuade them

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