The Crimson Pirate Page #3

---

There they are!

Don't let them get away!

Men! Come on!

Come on! Quick, in that corner.

There they go!

Hurry up. In back.

This way!

Go ahead.

Pierce the canvas.

Fire!

Ready? Fire!

Pick it up! Lift it up!

Come on. Lift it up! Fire!

Take us away.

They're getting away!

Latch the cellars! Block the alley!

Look out. Soldiers.

Just a minute.

Search the place.

- The stink would drive away a pig.

- Which it did.

Watch that door.

You've saved us, lad, you've saved us.

We're among our own kind.

Rebels.

Wouldn't surprise me

if you were El Libre himself.

- You look like a born leader of men.

- The name's Pablo Murphy.

And I got enough Irish from me father

to know blarney when I hear it.

We'd have slit your throats

for snooping spies by now...

only for what you did to them soldiers.

- Who are they?

- Who knows?

This one can't talk

and this one can't keep quiet.

All right, let's get to the point.

I'm Captain Vallo at your service.

And this is Lieutenant Ojo.

Vallo? The pirate?

The Crimson Pirate?

That's right, sweet mother,

with a bargain for El Libre...

a shipload of powder shot and musketry.

- Baron Gruda's ship.

- Baron Gruda's ship?

Aye. Baron Gruda's own 30-gunner.

We took her as easy as you'd take

a mackerel, fine fishermen.

Easier. For we used dead bait.

You killed Baron Gruda?

If I did that you wouldn't need the guns

I want to sell you.

I'm a pirate, not a dog killer.

But I like you lads. I like your style.

So gather round and get this:

The Baron will arrive in port

aboard my own ship in a matter of days.

So how about taking me to El Libre

so we can close the deal for the guns?

Time and tide, you know.

Wash the stink off them

and take them below.

Pass the word along.

When it's dark,

we'll take them to the small boat...

and row them out to their ship.

Come with me.

Now, you know what the plan is.

The rest will join my lads

at the fishing boats...

and stand by the pirate vessel

to receive the guns.

Suppose the pirates

refuse to give them up?

I'll keep my knife at Captain Vallo's throat.

Either he'll give the order

to hand over the guns...

or he'll never give another order.

You're cutting our throats,

Pablo Murphy, not his.

I like your nerve, Pablo, but not your plan.

I say we've got to get the guns and take

the palace before Baron Gruda gets here.

And I say we need more than guns.

We need El Libre to lead us.

You women won't face facts.

El Libre's been captured.

The way to face facts is to rescue him.

Rescue him?

From the King's prison? lmpossible.

Not for a desperate man

with a 30-gunner and a fighting crew.

A pirate rescue for El Libre?

That'd be taking him from the frying pan

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes