Cutthroat Island Page #2

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.

Ten pounds?

Five pounds?

What? No offers at all?

Take him away and hang him.

Next!

Please! Don't hang me!

Next!

Lot 22!

A colonist. A doctor.

Being of value, I start

the bidding at five pounds.

- I bid five pounds.

- Five pounds, sir.

Go on.

Any advance on five pounds?

He's of good physique.

- Ten pounds.

- Ten pounds!

- Any advance on ten pounds?

- Fifteen.

- Fifteen pounds, sir.

- Twenty pounds.

- Twenty pounds is the bid.

- Sir, a word to the wise.

- Let the young lady win.

- You won't get one like this.

- Being a doctor, he's...

- Go away! That one is mine.

- Twenty-five pounds.

- Twenty-five pounds, sir.

Good teeth.

- Thirty pounds!

- Thirty pounds!

Madam, I will have this man

at any price.

If you are buying him

purely for pleasure...

I will offer to do

the same for you at no cost.

A doctor!

- Thirty-five pounds!

- Thirty-five pounds, sir.

A sensible choice, indeed.

Go on.

Captain, no!

Where's your sense

of competition?

Come on!

Someone give me more than 35!

You, sir, you haven't bid.

Look at him.

Look at the quality.

And you, madam, another bid?

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