Cutthroat Island

You're leaving?

But I thought

you and I were forever?

I want you so badly.

- Morgan!

- But so does the Port Royal governor.

He will pay well for the capture

of Morgan Adams, the pirate.

- You knew who I was?

- All along.

Morgan! Where are you?

You are heartless, Lieutenant.

My apologies, senorita.

But you are right.

I thought it was much more

amusing this way also...

since I knew that you knew.

By the way, that won't work.

See? I took your balls.

What happened?

Your father sent for you

two days ago.

I know. I was coming.

He did not know this.

He went looking for you.

That's when Dawg grabbed him.

Lord knows what he does with him.

I took this from

our brother Richard last week.

Unwillingly.

That's his blood on the borders.

With your piece,

all I need is Mordachai's.

You're out of luck.

I don't have it.

Where is it? With Morgan?

I haven't seen her.

I think you lie, Harry.

I hid it.

Progress. Where?

Up here.

I always thought

there was nothing in your head.

Come back on board.

I'm going to split you wide open.

Mr. Snelgrave.

I'll see ya in hell.

Father!

- Father, I've got you!

- Let go! Let go!

Hold onto me!

- Let go!

- Never!

No! Father!

Father!

Someone get a grappling hook!

Launch the cutter.

Heave!

Oh, Lord, what did I do

in my life to get you?

Dawg will pay for this, I swear.

You leave Dawg be.

I will fly his bloody head

as my banner!

You'll leave Dawg well to leeward.

There will be time for him.

Find your Uncle Mordachai.

Take my crew. Make them yours.

Father, don't talk now.

I'll get you back to the ship.

I'll not see my ship again.

The Morning Star is yours.

Don't say that.

I've patched you with worse.

Get your knife. Shave my head.

- What?

- Shave my head.

For once in your life, Morgan...

do as I tell you.

Lieutenant.

What is your name again?

Plopper? Squinter?

Trotter, Your Excellency.

Miss Mandy Rickets

is standing alone.

Her father brings a fortune

in investments to the colony.

Dance with her.

She's rather homely, sir.

And you are not?

There you are. You see? Too late.

Some other fellow has taken the plunge.

There's every reason

why I should be alone tonight...

being a stranger here...

but a woman with grace

such as yours...

should never be unattended.

My name is Shaw.

William Shaw.

But my friends call me Willy.

Do we know him, sir?

We do not.

Are you at leisure, Mr. Shaw,

or do you follow a profession?

Most serious one, ma'am.

I'm a medical man, a doctor.

Oh, my!

I studied at Leyden, then

higher anatomy with Dreyfuss at Leipzig.

With higher anatomy, you must know

a great deal about the human body.

Indeed, madam.

Every bit of it.

All the ins and outs.

In medicine, it's our obligation

to probe to the very bottom of things.

We must, in fact, explode

ancient superstitions...

shake truths

violently from the body.

You, sir!

Forgive my rudeness.

Trotter's the name.

I'm with the regiment.

William Shaw.

Dr. Shaw, in fact.

Most happy. What ship

did you come in on, Doctor?

Was it the Bristol packet?

Bristol packet? Bristol packet?

I believe that was it,

although I can't be sure.

I'm all at sea

when it comes to things nautical.

Very good.

No, the reason I asked...

is the Bristol packet

don't arrive until a week Wednesday.

That's him!

That man stole my diamond comb!

My pearls! My pearl dangles!

My ruby necklace!

- Sergeant of the guard!

- Women!

Sergeant of the guard!

Good night, ladies!

Excuse me. Pardon me.

His name's Shaw, sir.

I trust you'll enjoy life

as a slave, Mr. Shaw.

Whoever you are.

That's good. Tie it off!

Morgan, think of the freedom.

You can do anything you want now.

Come to London with me.

Come to London with me.

There's dukes there.

There's earls and parties.

It'll be fun.

Think of how much fun it'd be.

Besides, these men aren't

gonna take orders from you.

They will! Watch.

You there.

Stand to. Hoist my pennant.

Bring it here.

Mutiny, will ya?

I was hoping to find you sober.

I was hoping to be passed out

by now, Mr. Glasspoole.

Important things go on overhead.

Morgan, you should be there.

Men, Black Harry is gone.

I'm not one to speak ill

of the dead...

but for months

he brought us nothing.

So now we can either sell

this rotten bark and divvy up...

or you can choose me captain.

I stand for captain.

My father wished it.

As he died, he gave me this.

He left it for all of you.

That's his bloody scalp.

It's a map to Cutthroat Island...

the buried treasure

of a Spanish gold ship.

More gold, jewels and plunder

than you've ever dreamed of.

What does it say?

Aye.

It says...

You read it.

- I can't.

- Why not?

It's Latin.

Then I will have it

translated at once.

There must be someone

who knows Latin at Port Royal.

My Uncle Mordachai holds

a second piece at Spittlefield.

There's more than one piece?

Actually, there are three.

- Where's the third?

- Dawg Brown has it.

Oh, well!

It's practically in our pocket.

We'll fight him for it.

We'll join with Mordachai.

Two ships against one.

You should like them odds.

Ask yourselves.

What would Harry have done?

This is our chance

to seek some real fortune...

and to pay back Dawg

what we owe him.

What could be better than that?

Mr. Blair,

you are quartermaster.

You decide.

Two days is all I need.

One to Port Royal,

one to Spittlefield.

If Harry picked you,

I'll give you a chance.

Let any man who would

challenge me draw that.

I found him. He's a prisoner inside.

He speaks Latin.

Good. Let's break him out.

Unfortunately, Captain... I mean, ma'am,

he's about to be sold as a slave.

A slave.

They're hanging the pirates.

They're gonna find you out.

You worry too much.

Don't I look right?

You look beautiful.

It's just that I'm the only person here

who has the slightest inkling...

of how to act like a gentleperson,

so I have to go with you.

- Then you shall come.

- But, unfortunately, I can't.

I have pressing business

with my bookseller.

- The fat man is right.

- I'll see you at Spittlefield.

You must be at your best behavior.

Then, gallant sir,

escort me thither.

Turn around.

- You. On your feet.

- Ask me politely.

You anticipate too much.

It's more like a fencing move.

Any fool can do it.

I hope you enjoy pain, slave.

Because I intend to buy you.

Good morning, madam.

As you can see, I'm young,

in fine health. I know horsemanship.

I write a fine hand.

I have it on authority

that you are fluent in Latin.

Ah, Latin, the Romance language.

I can speak Latin like I was born

in the ancient Senate.

A regular Cicero. Why?

Do you have children who wish to learn?

I'd make a first-class teacher

in a tasteful country house.

I can do most arithmetic, though

I confess a weakness in long division.

Stop your chatter

and say something Latinish.

What did you say?

You're a very beautiful woman.

I'd like to wash your feet.

You like to wash things, do you?

Start with your mouth.

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