Treasure Island

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The captain wants to see you

on the deck, Silver.

You want a hand up?

No.

Look at me.

Is the captain dancing so?

How much?

- So we go to the island tomorrow.

- Yes, I do.

- Bank the deposit.

- I do.

You're gonna

What?

This is it now, Silver.

These days are done.

- You're disbanding the crew?

- No.

I'm going to kill the crew.

There's a jolly boat

down in the water.

Get the men in there,

take your chances.

Put your muzzles up, Billy Bones.

I said, go down

or you will be blown down.

That treasure you're taking,

Captain, ain't yours to steal it.

He's getting his words in a

twist but there's truth there.

Silver.

We've all shared the thieving.

And the dying.

I am the law on this ship.

And I'm sharing with none.

Now, I tot things up.

I know,

cos it's tattooed on my brain

which each man here is entitled to.

Let's disband if that's what's due.

But let us all have the lives

we have earned, Flint.

Let us share in...

- You talk too much, John Silver.

- Get to the jolly boat!

Get off this ship.

Help Pew!

I don't know how, Mr Silver.

I can't see!

A blade! Give me a blade1

Give me a blade!

My condolences on William's death.

Thank you, Dr Livesey.

Your husband was a good man.

A good friend.

Jim.

Sir.

You'll need to step up now.

For your mother.

If there's anything you need

or I can do professionally

- or as your father's friend...

- The inn is open, so...

I expect we'll be seeing you.

..then call on me.

Yes, Jim?

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.

Drink and the devil

had done for the rest.

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.

We're not open today, sir.

Let's have the rum, boy.

Let's be having it.

The boy told you, we're not open.

Having it now.

Of course, sir.

This is a handy cove, this place.

I want to speak to the man here.

I'm the man here.

- You get much company?

- Just locals.

Bristol traffic

stays to the High Road.

- Then this will be me then.

- We don't do rooms.

Yes, we do.

- We do.

- Jim.

If you're paying.

Oh, I'm paying.

Yeah, I'm paying.

The room,

the bacon and the eggs

is all I want.

What do we call you then, sir?

You can call me the captain.

That's what you say.

This is the room, sir.

I need you to do something for me,

Jimmy.

What?

I want to know the minute any

seafaring man comes down that track.

And one of these will be yours.

Each week.

No seafaring men.

And keep the grog coming,

let's keep these horrors away.

Set with me, my captain.

Are you Captain Flint?

Captain.

Served with Captain Flint, I did.

He was my man of honour, Jim.

Biggest dog in the sea.

He would bite your legs off, Jimmy.

He would bite your fingers off

to get in your rings.

And he was my captain.

Flint would line up the officers,

he would bind them tight,

chain cannonballs to their feet,

throw them over the side

to see if they floated.

But he had honour now.

Yes.

He was not of bitterness.

Send him off on the big wide

in little jolly boats.

Letting them take the chances.

It was mercy, was it?

- You want another one, Doctor?

- No, no.

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of the rum.

Drink and the Devil

and had done for the rest.

He's a bit of life, isn't he?

He drinks us dry.

If only he'd start paying.

And Cookey's throat

was marked belike.

How are you?

It's a struggle, Doctor,

as you know.

- Here's some for what he owes.

- No.

Meg.

And there they lay

and the soggy skies.

Dripped all day long

in unstaring eyes.

In murk upset and foul surprise!

Is that my mate Billy's?

Don't go near the bucket.

It's evil.

Jimmy!

Eggs and bacon, Jim!

I want my breakfast.

The eggs and the bacon, Jim.

Bill.

Black Dog.

I'm not here to fight,

I'm here to talk.

Talk to my old ship mate.

About the good times

and the thieving.

And about our old Captain.

Them eggs and bacon

sounded good to me too.

Pleased to see me... living?

Our luck was in.

Six days rowing and we got

picked up by a merchant men.

- Friendly fella.

- I heard it.

Yeah, well,

I hear things too, Billy.

I've heard from many a mouth

the old man's dead, truth in that?

Truth enough.

And that he's old sick corpse

was not surrounded by any sign

of his ill-gotten wealth,

truth in that?

What happened after Flint

drifted us loyal boys on the sea?

I leave this gap in our talk

for you to fill it.

If you don't,

I know seafaring men in Bristol

that have been waiting

three years for you.

And will pay me grand

if I tell where you are.

Went to the island.

'Made our deposit.'

Their spirits can stand guard

a while.

Took his saddle of coin to Carolina.

Dreamt of buying some land.

Plantation.

Flint didn't trust no-one.

He knew it was safe.

Sleeping quietly.

'No-one could find it

without his map.'

Where's my treasure?

Where is it, Billy?

- I'll haunt him who takes it.

- Get the doctor!

I'll haunt him to his grave.

I'll drag him,

drag him down with me.

Where's the map?

The map?

Where is it?

Lost, I don't know.

Where's Flint's map?

Died with him, I don't know.

Ask me that once more,

I'll stick a blade in you.

What's the plan, Billy?

You in Bristol to get a ship

to get back there, hmm?

You?

A man who needs an order

from his captain

to tell him when to

buckle his boot in the morning.

As soon as you open that mouth

outside these walls,

you will be found, Billy Bones.

And that quartermaster and his boys

will end your days.

But they'll never know

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