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You better find me some Pixum!

Harder! Work harder!

Uh, Sam Smiegel, supervisor.

No, thank you. Take it off.

- Whoa!

- Excuse me.

What are we digging for?

Did no one explain?

We are mining

for these little chaps.

Fairy dust,

otherwise known as Pixum.

Fairies are real?

Mmm. They were real, yeah.

There were millions of them

all over the island.

What happened to 'em?

Oh, Blackbeard hunted them

into extinction.

- Why?

- For the fairy dust.

You know, the old Pixum.

What does he want it for?

I don't have no idea.

No one knows. No one's

allowed to know.

Well, you best not

dwell on it. Just...

Get a move on!

Real, actual fairies.

HOOK". Hey, new kid,

you just got here

on a flying pirate ship.

"Real" should be a very fluid

concept for you right now.

Get to diggin'.

Give me your pick, kid.

Your hand's all messed up

because your blade is blunted.

If you keep

swingin' like that,

you're gonna break your wrist.

I'm Peter.

How long have you been here?

Forever.

Do you know why they want it

so badly? The Pixum?

You ask too many questions,

kid.

They kill for it.

We die for it. End of story.

- Thanks very much.

- Don't thank me.

I don't care about you.

I'm not your friend,

and I haven't got your back.

Simple as that.

Shoo, kid.

Fairy dust.

I found some.

That's mine!

No!

I found some!

Oi, thief! I found it!

Oi, small fry, button it.

Move!

Give it to me.

It was me!

I found the fairy Pixum!

This bogey stole it.

He said he found it.

That means he found it. Clear?

Clear as the scar

on your ugly face!

Take him

to the Captain!

Disorder and verbals.

Move out of the way. Move it.

Get out of the way!

There... There is a procedure

for this, you know.

You're not supposed to...

- Shut it, Mr. Clipboard.

- Oh!

Let's see

what Blackbeard makes

of this nasty little thief.

Oh, what you lookin' at?

I was tryin' my best.

Well, go on, then.

Back to work. Thank you.

Did you find

the natives' camp?

They found us, sir.

They sprang from the trees

and laid waste to

40 of our most formidable men.

Then they disappeared

back into the forest

as if they were never there.

- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

- We will get them, Captain.

Given the proper time.

Time?

Mmm.

I have sucked these mines dry.

There's almost nothing left.

I must have their lands.

But these savages

continue to ambush my ships,

operating from

some hidden camp,

which no one can seem to find.

And yet you assure me all will

be well given the proper time.

There is no time! None!

Oh...

Excuse me, Captain.

Hey ho.

The show must go on.

How do the miners seem?

Dirty, feverish,

on the brink of collapse, sir.

Why must it be so hard?

So...

Who are we making

an example of today?

Hey ho, let's go!

Hey ho, let's go! a'

They're forming

in a straight line a'

They're going through

a tight wind a'

No, no!

What's going on?

What do you think?

They're piling in the backseat 4'

They're generating steam heat a'

Pulsating to the backbeat a'

The Blitzkrieg Bop A'

Any clearer now?

Hey ho, let's go! a'

Hey ho, let's go! a'

BLACKBEARDI Yeah!

Brave heroes of Neverland,

behold these traitors.

I entrust their fate

to your gracious whim.

This barbarian...

...caught

stealing from the grain store.

...was caught squealing

from the grain store.

Stealing.

- Stealing.

- Twice.

Twice!

- Will you spare him?

No!

Or do you lust for justice?

Justice!

Yes!

Justice!

- Do they ever have mercy?

- Oh, yes. They do.

Often?

Uh...

Let's go!

Don't answer that.

This boy has been

in our mines but one day

and has already proven himself

to be a thief,

a rabble rouser,

and a Pixum fraudster.

- I never!

I ask,

shall you have mercy

for the willful child?

ALL; No!

Or do ye be nasty?

Nasty!

Nasty! Nasty! Nasty!

Alack.

The people have spoken.

Think a happy thought.

I'll be darned.

I don't believe it! I can fly!

%THUDS)

- (PETER GROANS)

Neverland is a dream

from which you never wake.

Ever had that one?

A dreadful nightmare

you know is not real,

but your sleep is so heavy,

so deep, so delicious

that you just can't wake up.

Drowning in sleep.

Slow dream

drowning in

the soft, black sea.

Do you know that sea, Peter?

It's death, boy.

Murmuring to you.

It's where we end.

Most of us.

Would you like some chocolate?

Childhood ain't so jolly.

In fact,

it's rather frightening.

A9 Fee?

Are you brave, Peter?

I try to be.

Yes, of course.

Are you scared?

Yes.

Have you ever flown before?

No.

Beyond that wall,

there are savage people.

They have an ancient prophecy

from when the fairy kingdoms

reigned on this island.

The prophecy tells of a boy

born of the love

between a fairy prince

and a human girl.

A boy who would be

disappeared from this world

until he was old enough

to return and lead

an uprising against me.

A boy, so says the prophecy,

who could fly.

Have you come to kill me,

Peter?

I don't believe

in bedtime stories.

"Me... Me.

"Huh... Eh...

"Er... "

I promise that

you will see me again,

in this world or another.

"Or another. "

Go on! Get in there!

"Or another. "

Hey, flyboy.

- Yeah?

That was some little airshow

you put on out there.

Could you do that again?

Who wants to know?

Of course I can fly.

You saw me.

Hmm.

Good.

Put your ear

to that wall over there.

Now that's the sound

of a blast cap

I stuck to the other side.

Set to go off in 30 seconds.

If I fly, you'll help me

find my mother?

I reckon she's here

on the island.

It's not a negotiation, kid.

Without me,

you're stuck in this cell.

Without me,

you're stuck in these mines.

Okay, then

we'll talk about it.

Just move away from that wall

before you get yourself

blown up, all right?

- So, what's it gonna be?

- Kid!

Tick

took.

Okay, we have a deal, just...

Flyboy?

Hurry! Slide down.

They'll be comin' for us.

If I'm gonna trust you,

I need to know your name.

It's Hook.

The name's James Hook.

"Happy?

- No!

Left foot

in front of the other,

put the right one

in front of the other.

That's it. It's called walking.

Off you go. Go on.

Smee.

Well, go on, then. Carry on.

Smee. Down here!

- Whoa.

Six o'clock.

I don't... Yes...

HOOK". Darn it, Smee,

in the basket.

Please don't call me Smee.

Smee, can you get me

to the surface?

There is no use.

Once you're up there,

you can't get anywhere else.

Not today.

Good knowing ya.

You've been a true friend.

Someday I'll find a way

to repay you.

Now, send us up.

What the heck?

You just said someday

you'll find a way to repay me.

Someday, not today. Get out!

I think that's

a very minor technicality.

Someday could be today,

if you think about it.

- And, moreover...

Smee!

Yes.

That's where

we're headed.

The Skyport.

We can take one of

the cable cars up to the dock.

Then you'll fly us to a ship.

Okay?

Huh?

Keep your head down, kid.

GO! Go!

See? They anchor the galleons

far enough off the dock,

so they're impossible

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