Treasure Island Page #6

Bite the bullet, man.

They've had their rations

for the day, I reckon.

Be I going, doctor?

Tom...

...you're going home, Tom.

I will.

I wish I had another look at him

with my musket.

You did very well, Tom. Very, very well.

Might you be saying a prayer, sir?

The custom, it is, and all.

Hunter, can you say a prayer?

The Lord is my shepherd,

I shall not want.

He maketh me lie down

in green pastures.

Forgive me, Tom.

- He leadeth me beside still waters.

- Wait, man.

- He restoreth my soul.

- What's to forgive?

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

...I will fear no evil...

...for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me

all the days of my life...

...and I will dwell

in the house of the Lord forever.

Captain Flint's old fort.

- Your friends are there.

- Most likely, it's the mutineers.

What? Flying the red ensign?

Silver would be flying the Jolly Roger.

Hey. Look.

- They've begun the fight.

- Ha, ha.

No doubt about it.

Blaze away. You've little enough

powder already, my lads.

Have to do better than that, lads.

Now, you just run down there,

mind the round shot...

...and tell the squire what I said.

Ben Gunn has been on this island

for three years...

...and most of his time was taken up

with finding... Well, another matter.

And, Jim, tell the squire that if those

pirates stay ashore this night...

...they'll be widows in the morning.

Ha, ha.

And Jim, don't forget the cheese!

Doctor. Squire. Hello.

Jim.

- Where the devil have you been, boy?

- Took you for dead, lad.

They seem to have run out

of ammunition.

- No, no, no, doctor, their guns are too hot.

- More than likely.

Parmesan cheese?

Why, he says he has a fancy

for Parmesan cheese?

Yes, sir.

Toasted, actually.

Good heavens.

I think he's mad, sir.

- He says he's rich.

- Rich? Ha-ha-ha.

When a man's spent three years

on a desert island...

...he can't appear as sane as you and me.

This is all stuff.

The man's a lunatic, a maroon.

Of no use to us whatsoever.

We're outnumbered by the pirates

more than three to one, they got the ship.

I think we may count upon two allies there,

rum and the climate.

If Silver's camped where I think he has,

I'll stake my wig...

...half his men will be on their back

with fever within a week.

I wanna drink.

Damn on you, lazy bugger, wake up.

What's the matter with you?

- Jesus.

- Someone's cut his throat.

Oh, Shut up, Israel. Damn your eyes.

What's the matter with you, lubbers?

You'd think you'd never seen a man

with his throat cut before.

Flag of truce. Flag of truce.

To your post, men. Keep on the cover.

Flag of truce.

Flag of truce, eh?

Captain Silver will come onboard

and make terms.

Captain Silver? Don't know him.

It's only me, sir.

These poor lads have chose me captain

after you deserted the ship, sir.

Now, all I ask is a parley

and safe conduct...

...in and out of this here stockade.

If there's treachery,

it'll be on your side, not ours.

- That's enough for me, captain.

- No, no, Barbecue. Don't trust them.

Believe that.

I knows a gentleman when I sees one.

You had better sit down.

- Ain't you going to let me inside?

- I am not.

Well, you'll have to help me up again,

that's all.

Ah, there's young Jim.

Top of the morning to you, Jim.

Doctor, my service. Squire.

If you got something to say

then say it and be done with it.

Right, you were, squire. Duty is duty.

That were a good scheme of yours

last night, I don't deny it.

One of you is mighty handy with a knife.

I don't deny neither,

some of us were shook.

I was shook myself, but I tell you...

...if I had woke a second sooner,

I'd have caught you in the act.

Poor lad was still warm

when I found him.

Well, we want that treasure and we'll have

it, one way or the other, that's our point.

You just as soon save your lives,

I reckon, that's yours.

- Now, you have a chart, haven't you?

- That as it may be...

...we know what you meant to do, Silver,

only now you can't do it.

Well, you needn't be so husky

with a man.

Here's the lay of it.

You give us that chart, leave off

the shooting of poor seaman...

...the cutting of their throats

and we'll give you a choice.

Either you come aboard the Hispaniola,

once the treasure is shipped...

...and I'll give you my affy-davy...

...to clap you somewhere safe ashore.

If that don't suit your fancy...

...you can stay here

and I'll give my affy-davy as before...

...to speak to the first ship I sight

and send them back to pick you up.

Handsomer than that,

you couldn't look to find.

Is that all?

Every last word, by thunder.

Refuse that, you've seen the last of me,

but musket-balls.

Now, you hear me.

You can't sail the ship

and you can't find the treasure.

You're on a lee shore, Silver.

If you come up unarmed, I'll give you

my word to clap you all in irons...

...and take you back

to a fair trial in England.

Refuse that...

My name is Alexander Smollet.

I've flown my sovereigns colors

and I'll see you all to Davy Jones.

- Give me a hand up.

- Not I.

Who will give me a hand up?

Christ. Bloody...

Before this hour is out...

...you mark my words, Captain Smollet...

...I'll stove in this blockhouse

like a rum puncheon.

Them that dies will be the lucky ones.

- And...

- Heave.

- And...

- Heave.

- And...

- Heave.

- And...

- Heave.

- And...

- Heave.

- And...

- Come on, you swabs, break your backs.

- Pull.

- Heave.

Heave.

- And...

- Heave.

Now, men, I've given Silver a broadside.

Pitched it in red-hot on purpose.

And I expect we'll be attacked directly.

I have no doubt we can drub him

if you fight with discipline.

Now, we've a swivel gun

and a score of muskets.

Jim, you low to the table

and power the cutlasses there.

- Doctor, take the door, but stand well back.

- Yes, captain.

Hunter man a swivel gun.

Joyce, take the south wall.

- Mr. Trelawney...

- If you please, sir.

If I see anyone, am I to fire?

- As I told you.

- Very good, sir. Thank you, sir.

Right. Squire...

- Yes, I will take the west side.

- Quite so.

Everyone have a cutlass handy.

If they board us, it'll come to hand...

Mr. Joyce.

Bloody hell.

They brought up a gun.

Damn the blighters.

Heave.

Heave and heave.

- Anyone hurt?

- No. All right.

Scoundrels!

Did you hit your man?

I think not, sir.

I'm afraid I missed the blighter.

- I'm sorry, it won't happen again.

- Better to tell the truth. Hawkins, load.

Give it to them.

Musket. Thanks, lad.

Fire!

Hold it, mate.

Fire!

- Master Hawkins, are you all right?

- Yes, sir.

Good, lad.

Take this, you damn swabs.

All right, lads, ready to board.

Get out there. Come on, you swabs.

- This loaded? They're loaded?

- Yes, sir.

- Attack!

- The swivel gun.

Jim, behind you.

Well, don't stop. Keep loading.

From the sea!

- Out, lads, fight them in the open.

- Come on. Come on.

- I'll take him, doctor.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes