The Princess and the Pirate Page #6

I'm willing to wait an hour, a day,

even a week.

I have infinite patience.

I assure you it will be of no avail,

no matter how long you wait.

You will come around

when you get hungry enough.

You will find me of strong will, La Roche.

You must know

I am not one to be frightened...

by the threats of such as you.

You will discover I am a man...

who does not hesitate

to carry out his threats, my dear princess.

I can be most ruthless

when the occasion demands.

I will starve to death

before I will accede to your wishes.

Come, let's be practical.

It will be many weeks

before your ransom is forthcoming.

We will both grow lonely.

And if you think you can bribe

any of my servants to bring you food...

I must tell you that I have given orders...

to chop off the hands

of anyone attempting to do so.

Oh, yes, I have news for you.

Your lover is here in the palace.

He is my prisoner.

My lover?

Frankly, I can't understand

your taste in men.

You resist me...

but for this little anemic,

pot-bellied worm...

Of course he has a quick and pleasant wit...

but as a figure of a man...

I've thrown the carcasses

of better than he into my trash cans.

Surely he is not worthy of your attentions.

I must ask you to leave now,

Your Excellency.

That's no way for a guest to treat her host.

Come. A generous good morning kiss

before I go.

No, let me go.

For the luxurious accommodations

I've provided you, Your Highness...

- I deserve some reward.

- You shall have your reward on the gallows.

An excellent reply,

but it doesn't alter my intentions.

There now. That wasn't so bad, was it?

I am leaving now for a sumptuous breakfast.

Should you change your mind,

you may join me anytime.

I wish you a hearty appetite.

- Are you all right?

- All right? This used to be my left eye.

I've been waiting for you.

Well, food, too.

Have I missed much of the floorshow?

Why, you look beautiful.

I hope the boys in the poolroom

don't see me.

- I see you have all the accoutrements.

- I have?

- Sit down.

- What a drive-in.

Will you have one of these chickens?

No thanks,

I got three of my own in my room.

You mean the kind that don't fight back?

- I'm sorry.

- You may leave.

- Now be serious, Sylvester.

- Try later, girls.

I have asked you to breakfast with me

because I believe you can help me.

The King's ship is due here before long

with the ransom for the Princess.

In the meantime, I should like to enjoy

my fair guest's company.

If you can assist me in this endeavor...

you'll find great favor with me.

If you don't...

Quite so. The Princess is very stubborn.

This morning, she refused

to breakfast with me.

I know. I mean, I knew she would.

Now, if you could persuade her

to abandon this foolish hunger strike.

Don't worry.

The way things are working out...

I doubt she'll be able to hold out

more than two, three months.

- Two or three months?

- Those new short months.

There are times, Sylvester,

when I begin to doubt.

Out of my way, swine!

No one stands in the way of The Hook.

Capt. Barat, always the dramatic entrance.

- I had expected you sooner.

- I must talk to you, La Roche, at once.

- And alone.

- It's all right. He's a guest of mine.

How much are you asking for him?

- Come, join us for breakfast.

- There's no time.

Stand guard

and see that we're not disturbed.

- Where are you going?

- I'll stand guard at the other side.

No, I want you two to know each other.

Sylvester, this is my great friend,

Capt. Barat, better known as "The Hook."

- Thank you.

- Sylvester, don't leave.

Sit down. You haven't eaten a thing.

Capt. Barat.

La Roche, I bear ill tidings

concerning our treasure.

You've safely concealed it

as I've instructed you, haven't you?

Aye, but it cannot be recovered

without a map I had made.

- And the map?

- Blast me for a blundering fool...

- it was stolen from my ship.

- Stolen!

A curse upon you, Barat.

I've strung men to the gallows for less.

- How did this happen?

- It was stolen by an old hag of a gypsy...

that I captured from the Mary Ann.

How did you manage to let an old gypsy...

steal a parchment

worth the ransom of 10 kings?

She escaped.

She took a dinghy and escaped.

Fool!

Plague and perish her ugly bones,

I shall have her.

We found the dinghy here,

in the harbor of Casarouge.

- In Casarouge?

- Yes, that only means one thing.

The gypsy is here

right under our very noses.

When I get my hook on that old gypsy...

I'll take her innards out, piece by piece.

I'll twist her arms out of her sockets.

The town shall be ransacked

from top to bottom.

Anyone found in possession of the map

will be tortured and hung.

We'll have a public hanging

right here in the palace ground.

No, leave that old gypsy to me.

Hanging is too good.

She shall be boiled in hot lead.

What's wrong with hanging?

- Haven't we met someplace before?

- I don't think so, I've never been there.

- But your face...

- Oh, never mind about that face.

What about the Princess Margaret?

Wasn't she aboard the Mary Ann?

- Did she slip through your fingers, too?

- Oh, the Princess Margaret.

You were misinformed.

She was not aboard the Mary Ann.

That's too bad.

If you had her in your possession,

you would divide the ransom with me?

Why, of course.

Naturally, if I had her in my possession,

I'd divide the ransom with you.

And if I had her in my possession,

I'd divide the ransom with both of you.

Sylvester likes to make jokes.

I'm sure your face is familiar.

No, it's just the jokes.

- I tell you, I'm sure I've seen you...

- And I'll be seeing you sometime, too.

I got to go now. Toodle-oo.

Don't take any wooden doubloons.

Well, how about that. How do you...

I thought I might get a little hungry

before lunch.

I tell you, the two of them

are working together.

The Hook kept staring at me.

He's suspicious.

You gotta keep out of sight

or he'll figure the whole thing out.

Look in the lining of your coat,

see if there's a grape or something.

I know you're hungry,

but so is The Hook, and it's for my blood.

He thinks that I stole a map or something.

Even if it's just the pits of a grape,

I'll eat them.

You don't hear me talking about food.

Listen to what I'm saying.

- Lf he finds out who stole his map...

- Map? What map?

How should I know?

Some treasure map. It was stolen.

Treasure map?

That's what must be in the envelope

Featherhead gave you to give to his cousin.

You mean I've got lt?

But I'm not allowed to have it.

Do you know what they're gonna do

to whoever has that map?

Come here. Look out this window.

Look at them

building that gallows out there.

They're not going to use that noose

to rope a moose.

- That's slumber lumber.

- What are you going to do?

Do? That map is in my room.

I'm gonna get rid of it. They're not

gonna put me on the swing shift.

What are you gonna do with that?

- Oh, it's you, is it?

- Yes, surprised?

I'm gonna ram this thing down your throat.

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