Treasure Island

The squire and Dr. Livesey...

... having asked me to write down

the particulars of Treasure Island...

... leaving nothing out but the

bearings of the island itself...

... and that only because

there is still treasure not yet lifted.

I go back to the time when my mother

and I kept the Admiral Benbow Inn...

... and the brown, old seaman

with a saber cut...

... first took up lodging

under our roof.

Open the door, will you? Open the door!

Go away! We're closed.

Open the door, you lubberly swab,

or by thundering...

Throw that cutlass away this instant.

What do you want?

Good evening, missus.

Lad.

Will you not put up your musket?

I'm just a simple sailor seeking lodgings.

Just so?

This looks

like a conveniently situated grogshop.

You have much company here,

lad, do you?

No, sir. No one hardly ever comes in here

since Father died.

- Shh.

- Ha, ha.

Then this here's the place for me, matey.

And what might we call you, sir?

If we're to put up with the likes of you

under our roof.

You may call me captain, ma'am.

Captain Billy Bones at your service.

I'm a plain man, ma'am.

Rum, bacon and bread's what I want.

And that headland down the road there

to watch ships off of.

Here, matey.

Tell me when I've worked my way

through that, will you?

He stayed with us long after his gold

had run out.

But none of us had the courage

to ask for more.

All day, he hung around the cove or upon

the cliffs with a brass telescope...

... gazing out over the waves...

... as if he feared something

were coming for him from the sea.

All evening, he would drink rum

and water very strong...

... looking up fierce

when spoken to.

His stories and songs

were all about hanging and piracy...

... and wild deeds on

the Spanish Main.

None of us suspected

then, of course...

... how our lives would be changed

by them forever.

Jim, here.

Have you seen a seafaring man...

- ...with one leg, Jim?

- No, sir.

Keep a weather eye open, Jim,

for a seafaring man.

I will give you a silver fourpenny

each week, you understand that?

Aye. See, you've told me, captain,

but I haven't seen one yet.

- Dr. Livesey.

- Hello, Jim.

Ah. Dr. Livesey.

Good evening, Mrs. Hawkins.

Evening, doctor.

And how are you feeling, Mrs. Hawkins?

Better, I trust.

Oh, yes, doctor. Thanks to your visit.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Drink to the devil

And had done for the rest

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

Give me rum, you hear?

Give us rum, goddamn you!

Rum, it's feed and drink to the likes of me!

Rum, good laddie.

Mrs. Hawkins, I once prescribed a draft

for Squire Trelawney.

He had the gout, you know. And his man,

Joyce, swore he would see him take it.

- But the squire...

- Silence!

Silence between decks to here.

Were you addressing me, sir?

I was indeed, sir.

Have you something to say about that?

I have only one thing to say to you, sir.

If you keep on drinking rum...

...the world will soon be quit

of a very dirty scoundrel.

You're a whistler.

Captain.

I'll take none of that from the likes

of you, nor any other lubberly swab.

You call me "captain" or I'm gonna pin you

to the wall with this cutlass...

...and hang you from the yard by your

thumbs and use you for musket practice.

Now, you hear me.

If you do not put down

that cutlass this instant...

...I promise you, upon my honor, that I'll

have you drawn up at the next assizes.

- Ha!

- I am not a doctor only, but a magistrate.

And now I know there is such a fellow

in my district.

And if I catch so much

as a breath of complaint against you...

...I'll have you hunted down

and hanged like the dog you are.

Let that suffice.

Well, I say, Mrs. Hawkins,

the squire is a clever fellow.

What might I get for you, sir?

Rum, sonny.

Rum will do.

Is this here a table for my mate, Bill?

I don't know your mate Bill, sir.

This table's for the captain.

Ah.

Right, because now Bill would be

called "captain," aye.

Now...

...is my mate, Bill, in this here house?

No, sir. He's out walking.

Back soon?

Yes, sir.

- Where's your mother, boy?

- She's not here.

She's in the village. To market.

Just as well.

All right.

This'll be a pleasant surprise

for my mate, Bill.

Good as drink.

You know, I have a young nipper

of my own.

It's like you is two blocks.

And he's all the pride of my yards.

But a great thing for boys...

...is discipline.

Discipline?

Aye.

Discipline.

Right. Would you step in here

and surprise old Bill.

Billy Bones.

Come, Bill,

you know your old shipmate, surely.

- Black Dog?

- Aye.

Black Dog as ever was.

Come for to see his old mate, Bill.

Now, look here.

You've run me down here.

Here I am.

Now, what you want, Dog?

You speak up, will you?

Ah? That's you, Bill.

I'll just have a glass of rum

from this dear child here.

You'll join me, won't you?

Now, we'll sit down and talk square,

like old shipmates.

Where's the chart, Bill?

No. No, no!

- We'll swing.

- Swing once, swing all, say I.

That weren't Flint's way, no sir.

- Flint's dead, God damn him.

- Aye.

Aye. That he is, mate, dead and damned.

All I want's the chart, Bill.

All I'm asking's what's rightfully ours.

Our lawful shares.

Damn your lawful shares

and damn you too.

Rum, Jim.

Rum, boy.

Oh, God.

Are you hurt?

It's rum I need, Jim.

Give us rum, will you?

Ah. I needed that.

I must get away from here, Jim,

before they have the black spot on me.

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