01x02 - Great Britain

[bunniefuu]

[Livesey] A foreign ship
has been spotted

by our local fishermen.

[Bess Hawkins]
I think he's a smuggler

from the shipwreck
in the storm last night.

Perhaps he'll recompense us.

You really are a pirate.

[Billy Bones] We agreed
to bury the treasure

on an uncharted place.

Skeleton Island.

You remember.

Jim Hawkins.

I remember everything.

[Billy Bones]
Long John Silver.

He wants the map.

I will take
what rightfully mine.



Aaron Graham.
Yes, I have a spare berth.

The ship's cook--
I'll introduce you.

Long John Silver.

- [squawking]
- At your service, ma'am.

[dramatic music]

[scratching]

[mysterious music]

[Jim] What does all this mean?

Yeah. Where's the treasure?

The X to mark the spot.

[Jim] There isn't one.

There are words written here.

"Seis Majri A Chrysos."

The language
of The Albatross.

Billy told me they spoke
a secret tongue

aboard The Albatross.

We're still in sight of England.

We can request
Captain Smollett

to set us ashore
on a jolly boat.

No. Long John Silver's
no threat to us.

I'll check him.

[lock rattling]

Sir, what is
the meaning of this?

Something burning.

I enjoy the pipe, sir.

Maybe you might enjoy
your fatherless boy

being taught to shave
by a man who knows

how this wooden world
ebbs and flows.

Please, sir.

We're just
a poor widow and a son

bound for Jamaica.

Where there is no cousin,
no children to govern,

and no coin
to further your ends.

Your ends being, as I reckon,

the treasure
of Captain Flint.

The map was burned,
as you saw.

But not before
you made a copy.

Why else is you on this cruise?

It's here, ain't it?

I'm close to it.

Please, sir.

Even if your beliefs
on treasure

and maps were true...

...to k*ll the boy
would see you arrested.

Would it not be better
to release my son

and kindly stay away from us
for the rest of the voyage?

So here we be, on this
boundless, bottomless sea.

No harbor for shelter,

no floor for anchorage.

And I is an hombre
that ekes his time wisely,

so I will have
what rightfully mine

before Jamaica.

[door closes]

Please, Jim, listen.

Speak to no one
of our association

with Long John Silver.
It will only make...

- I will check him.
- How?

I don't know.

But I will.

I will.

[tense theme music]

[exciting music]

♪ Rule, Britannia! ♪

♪ Britannia rules
the waves ♪

♪ Britons never,
ever, ever ♪

♪ Shall be sl*ves ♪

♪ Rule, Britannia! ♪

♪ Britannia rules
the waves... ♪

Friend or foe?

It's impossible to tell.

She flies no flag.

But British merchant vessels
have been much harassed

by Spanish privateers
in these waters.

That's your fourth cup.

Oh, I didn't know
you were counting.

Jim Hawkins,
I remember everything.

It says here,
"should a ship's master

fail to disembark
his passengers

at the agreed destination,
he will be held liable."

Captain Smollett is
legally bound to protect us.

I don't think Long John Silver
pays much attention to the law.

[knocking on door]

Who is there? Please.

[Aaron] Mr. Graham.

Oh. One moment, sir.

Oh, Mr. Graham, how delightful.

Mrs. Hawkins, um,

we wondered, is all quite well
with you and your son?

- Hmm?
- Well, four days,

and we haven't
seen you on deck.

The captain is concerned

for your want of fresh air.

Oh, fresh air would be

much a boon
to our spirits, sir.

But such ruffards
as I have observed above,

I fear the sight of a lady

might inflame their minds

with... unspeakable desires.

Mother,
I think I might vomit.

My son is
a sickly little wretch.

He wasn't built for the sea.

Well then, I would
urge you both all the more

to take the air above.

At-At your convenience,
of course.

- Mm.
- I can have my marines

escort you if...
we are a trading ship,

and they are
much in want of duties.

Oh, well, Mr. Graham,
thank you.

That's such kindness.

Your wife is
a very fortunate lady.

[sighs] Yes.

My dearest Anne sadly passed
but six weeks ago now.

Consumption. Oh.

We were childhood
sweethearts, actually.

Oh.

I am gravely sorry, sir.

Well, I bid you
good day, madam.

Good day.

Billy Bones died less
than a week in your--

Billy Bones was a good soul
and I mourned him dearly.

But this is the world, Jim.

Mourning advances us nothing,

but Mr. Graham,
with his marines and his ship.

Under his protection,
we'd be safer here

from Long John Silver than
we ever would be in England.

And sailing to freedom.

[Long John Silver]
From the road to Nineveh

to the wilds
of Roaring Water Bay,

I've lolled in places
hot as pitch.

The blessed sea are
heaving with earthquakes.

But nothing warms
my lonely heart...

more than the company

of true and able seamen.

Mr. Baker. Mr. Kahn.

Mr. Arra.

[chuckles]
Messmates before crewmates.

Crewmates before strangers.

Strangers before dogs.

Messmates.

[cat meows]

Ah, here be our truest mate.

Ain't this lovely
rat catcher a beauty.

[squawks]

Don't you be acting up, sir.

All one company here.

Man and beast.

[men] Man and beast.

[faint joyful music]

[music continues]

[music softens, echoes]

[Jim, echoing]
One... two...

...three, four...

...five, six...

...three, four,

five...

...six...

[music stops]

[Silver]
Where'd you learn that jig?

Billy Bones.

I did not mean
to k*ll him, Jim.

Seis Majri A Chrysos.

Seis Majri A Chrysos?

Tis the name of that jig.

As taught to Billy
and all us lads

of The Albatross
by Captain Flint himself.

What does it mean, Mr. Silver?

[chuckling]

I might tell you.

If you tell me
what I need to know.

Sorry. My mother will be
expecting me.

Think on it, Jim.

You went above deck alone,
without me?!

I told you not to speak
to anyone, especially not him.

The words on the map, Mother.
Seis Majri A Chrysos.

It's the name of the dance
Billy taught me.

- The jig.
- What?

Wait, wait, wait.
Did he tell you what it means?

No, but if I were
to go back to him and...

No, no, no, no.

You keep away
from Long John Silver.

You understand me?
Trust me.

[dramatic music]

Gentlemen,
it is not inclement weather

nor the damn French
or Spanish privateers

that threaten the voyage.

No.

It is the scourge of disease.

So, inspections below will be
frequent and unannounced.

And any man found
harboring head lice

will be punished
with a dozen lashes.

Dismissed.

Turn the glass.

Strike eight bells.

- [bell ringing]
- Make it twelve.

Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, Captain Smollett.
Good morning.

Madam, I trust the sea agrees
with you and your boy?

Son of a Royal Navy
officer, I'm told.

Oh, indeed, Captain.
Yes, my poor young husband

was tragically slain
in the Siege of Gibraltar.

Well, if the lad is
truly his father's son...

No, he's his mother's son.

His father's son, too, but...

well, he should follow
that gentleman

and stand before the mast.

Would you agree, Mr. Graham?

See, I'm all aflutter
with my son's prospects.

Maybe your son is...

better fitted
for the commercial sphere.

- Really?
- Perhaps, if it's agreeable...

I might induct your son
into the... rather wondrous

arts and practices
of trade and commerce.

Oh, that would be very
generous of you, Mr. Graham.

I mean, my son often tends
towards fecklessness when idle,

but he's greatly enthused
by the prospect.

I shall endeavor
to make time, madam.

Thank you.

She's a widow.

A widow onboard be
a devilish omen.

They bring the curse
of scurvy and storms.

{\an8}[in Hindi]

{\an8}I know, Mr. Khan,
we sail under fair wind and sky,

but there be
foul weather ahead.

Weather most foul.

[squawking]

Mr. Silver...

I heard you above
with the boy.

You spoke of The Albatross

as if you sailed her.

We need to talk, Mr. Silver.

In private.

Not for the ears of all, lads,

but it's true.

I were a lowly hand

pressed to service

on yon diabolical vessel.

{\an8}[in Hindi]

Ah, Mr. Khan,

smart as paint, you is.

Tis true.

Yon cursed treasure.

Seven hundred thousand pounds
in Piezo de Ocho.

Bullion, guineas,
doubloons, and louis d'or,

be safe and secret buried.

Buried? Where?

In a fearsome,
uncharted place

with yella jack,

sand as black
as a devil's waistcoat,

shipworms as big as snakes,

snakes as big as rivers.

Where?

Skeleton Island.

Not 20 leagues from Jamaica.

Now, lads, I tell you

what I tell you
for your own knowing.

And do what you will
with what I tell you.

But Long John Silver has

forsworn the ways of Lucifer.

And even if I were still
under his diabolical command...

I don't have the damn map.

There's a map?

- A map?
- Where? Where is this map?

Ha.

Close than you think, lads.

Mr. Graham wishes
to induct you

into the ways
of trade and commerce.

Three bells, at his cabin.

I'm not interested in trade
or commerce or Mr. Graham--

You are fascinated
by trade and commerce.

So scrub your face
and your hands.

Speak well of me.

And hint that
there might be some space

in my poor, old heart

for his affection.

As for the words on the map,
we'll decipher them.

- Somehow.
- Somehow.

Somehow.

Luxury, Master Hawkins,
is the way of the future.

Now, as you can see,
we have freighted

Venetian looking glass,

Turkish carpets,
Japanese screens,

China vases,

Parisian attire
for both men and women,

all of which I shall sell
in our West Indian territories,

starting with Jamaica.

Ah, now, the profit
I generate shall be

reinvested
into the acquisition

of a different order
of luxuries,

tea, coffee,
tobacco, sugar,

to stimulate the minds
and bodies of our nation,

which I will then sell

for a rather handsome profit
back in England.

It is a virtuous circle,
young Jim.

Let me show you the goods
we freight down in the hold.

Sir.

[tense music]

[Bess] Silver tells
his messmates

he sailed with Flint-- why?

To get the treasure
back to England,

he needs
a ship and a crew.

As do we.

I know, but how?

I'll find a way.

Somehow?

Somehow.

[stirring music]

Well, I'm fully satisfied
the unknown ship is gone.

If she was pursuing us,
we've outrun her.

Good news, eh, Captain?

Keep the luff
and hold the wind, gentlemen!

Double the watch!
Remain vigilant!

[ringing]

[crewman]
One-two-three!

[tense music]

[crewman hollering distantly]

[tense music continues]

Keep that moving, Mr. Carr.
Lower it down!

That yar down!

- Whoa!
- Tie those lines off!

Tie those lines off!

[music continues]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder crashing]

[music fades]

[vomiting]

Seems you're not born
for the brine, widow.

I ask politely for you
to stay away from us.

I be loathe to inform
Captain Smollett

of your as*ault
on my son.

And I be loathe
to defend myself

by blabbing the reasons
behind our dispute

bein' Captain Flint's map.

It seem we both sworn
to secrecy in this business.

So fasten your claws
to your grommets, widow,

and cede me what's mine.

Or your precious boy
might never see Jamaica

or anywhere else.

Jim is part of this now.

That be your doing,
not mine.

You make me glad
I never knew my own mother.

[Bess screaming]

[Silver screaming]

Help me! Aah!

Help me!

- Man overboard!
- Man overboard!

- Man overboard!
- Throw him a line!

At starboard!

- [overlapping shouts]
- Tow the line!

Off that starboard, now!

[men yelling indistinctly]

Haul him up now!

[crewman]
You've got him, boys, pull!

[Silver gasping]

[men yelling indistinctly]

Pull!

- Pull him up now.
- Pull!

Heave!

I'll help.

- Heave!
- Pull!

Pull!

Heave.

[dramatic music]

Heave. Heave.

[growling]

[thunder rumbling]

[groans]

What happened, Long John?

Achmen a vedova.

The widow's curse.

What tongue is that
you speak?

The tongue
of The Albatross.

Mr. Silver.


as a ship's master,

I've never
lost a man overboard.

I will know
how this happened.

Well, Captain, sir...

I fears a storm more
than the devil himself, so...

I got elevated in my cups,

and it were all my own fault.

As yon gracious widow is
my witness.

She was sicking over
the side when I went over.

Mrs. Hawkins, is this true?

Yes, Captain.

This fellow, Mister...

Silver.

Long John Silver.

Silver.

Was much enguzzled
upon the...

delights
of his private bottle

that he lost his mind
and his footing

and went over.

Don't let it
happen again, Silver.

Sir.

Mr. Arra, yon drapes,
if you please.

Oh, Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, Mr. Graham, forgive me.
I'm in much need of rest.

I'm sorry. I...

I saw you
and Mr. Silver above,

locked in some sort of
heated exchange.

Forgive me, but I think
you might have pushed him.

I, uh...

I was alone, and he...

...threatened my honor.

And so I lashed out,

as any lady would
have done. Come, Jim.

Now... it might not
have been better

if you had told Captain Smollett
the truth of the situation?

Please understand,
Mr. Graham.

Prevailed upon
by our Christian ordination

to forgiveness,
I simply wish

to save the poor wretch,

already much broken
on the wheel of fortune,

from further privation.

Commendable.

Very commendable, Mrs. Hawkins.

Such clemency reminds me
of my late wife, Ann.

Then please, um,

in honor
of such a gentle lady...

...let this remain
between us,

the confidence of which
we will not speak of again.

Of course, of course, no.

And in the event
Mr. Silver

seeks revenge
in any way...

I shall have my marines
keep a watchful eye upon him.

The boy is upset.

Understandably so.

Mr. Graham, thank you.

- No.
- Thank you.

[door closes]

- You pushed him.
- Yeah.

What are you thinking?
He'll k*ll us.

No, he won't.
We have the map.

What if Graham tells Smollett?

He'll keep my confidence.

Yeah, he'll protect us
from Long John Silver.

Because he...

...he wishes my favor.

Oh!
[sighing]

Mondo cosi cosi, Jimmy boy.

We see fit
to offer you a commission.

One that would provide you
with rich reward

and much personal satisfaction.

Tell me more, Your Lordship.

A letter,

from a minor relation
of his lordship.

One Squire Livesey
of the parish of Crackington.

You want me to acquire
the map of this Bess Hawkins,

retrieve Flint's treasure,

and then?

[lock thudding]

[stirring music]

Same ship. She's back.

So close to us,
at least nine leagues,

whilst ten days ago, she was
a full 15 leagues astern.

Her captain is demonstrating
the speed at his command.

- Why?
- To tell us

there's no escaping
should he choose to attack.

Captain, this voyage is
a mission of trade.

We have not the means
nor the appetite...

We may not have a choice, sir.

We sail under the same wind,
so we cannot outrun her.

Continue to reckon
her movements, Mr. Cameron,

meantime we proceed as normal

and prepare for the worst.

[bell ringing]

[suspenseful music]

[bird squawks]

Mr. Silver.

Mr. Graham.

Curious creature.

Does it speak?

Sometimes.

Well, sometimes
I hear things.

Like lies and deceptions.

From widows and the like.

By which I assume
you refer to Mrs. Hawkins.

Only for your own benefit.

An honest man like you
might be easily hazed.

[scoffs]

The lady is under my protection.

If anything were to happen
to her or her son,

I shall hold you responsible.

[meowing]

[meowing]

[Silver grunting]

[rope scratching]

Jim.

- Jim!
- Oh...

[ominous music]

[Smollett] Gentlemen.

As you know, a foreign ship
has been shadowing us.

For how long, I cannot say.

But my best guess is
a Spanish privateer.

And in the midst
of such privation, this...

...deposited

in the cabin
of Mrs. Hawkins.

This animal's duty was
to control the rats

that threaten
our ever-meager rations.

Therefore I regard this
as an act of willful sabotage.

So, I will know
who is responsible.

Now, Mr. Silver...

...I've observed

you harbor ill will
towards Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, no, Mr. Graham, I, I...

No. I act
in your interest, madam.

Please.

Captain.

Previously, Mrs. Hawkins,

because he tried
to force himself upon her,

was compelled to lash out
against Mr. Silver

and propel him overboard.

Accidentally, of course.

I have
no bodily designs on her.

And now he exacts
his revenge on this...

gracious Christian lady,

who, rather than inform you
of his terrible transgression...

she chose to forgive,

rather than condemn him.

Madam... is this true?

It is, Captain.

You are duty bound to protect
our passengers, Captain.

Mr. Silver,
once we reach Kingston,

you will receive
a fair hearing.

Until then,
you'll be confined to the brig.

I did not k*ll no cat.

{\an8}[in Hindi]

Because I want
the map from her.

The map of Captain Flint.

[crewman]
Oi! Let's go.

Get moving.

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

[lock clicking]

Wind. Wind.

We have wind.

Hoist the sails!
Now! At once!

[stirring music]

Mrs. Hawkins.

Mr. Graham, I am very tired.

I... I...

I have undertaken
to protect you and your son

and deliver you safely.

I have to know,

what are you
to Lord John Silver?

What is he to you?

Go down below, Jim.

I will have conference
with Mr. Graham.

Sir, it seems
I have deluded myself

as to the delicacy
of your feelings.

You have betrayed
my confidence.

I thank you
for your kindness,

and I wish you well
in all your future affairs,

both business
and of the heart.

No. No, no, no, please.

No more of these...

these obfuscations, please.

If I am to protect you,
I need to know the truth.

- I--
- [booming]

[crewman]
We're being fired upon!

[booming]

Battle stations!
All hands on deck!

Battle stations!
Man those g*ns!

Battle stations!
Man those--

- [booming]
- [screaming]

[distant cannon fire]

[soft squawking]

- [crew screaming]
- [wood splintering]

[crewman]
We're being boarded!

[men yelling in distance]

[loud blast]

No popery!

- [yelling]
- [man screaming]

No popery on this ship!

[screaming]

Hah!

[man screaming]

- Hah!
- [swords clanking]

[high-pitched tone]

[muffled screams, shouts]

[pirate muttering]

[groaning]

[squawking]

Jim!

I'll help you
if you help me.

Set me free, boy.

Those Spaniards
what took my leg,

and I will
have them back for that.

I knows their vessel
like the back of my hand.

Let me out
or your mother dies.

Worse, if she's captured.

The axe, Jim! Let me out!

I can save this ship.

[cannons booming]

Aah!

[Silver]
Jim! Follow me!

Mr. Baker! Mr. Arra!

[men yelling]

Jim!

[gentle woodwinds]

[screaming]

[music crescendo]

[screaming, yelling]

[straining]

[gurgling]

[g*n fires]

[Silver]
Mr. Arra! Fuse!

[tense music]

[muffled sound]

Jim!

Jim!

Lantern!

Come on, lads!

[g*nsh*t]

[yelling]

Help me!
Help me! Aah!

[screaming]

Come on, lads!
Back to the ship!

[tense music continues]

[Silver grunting]

[loud expl*si*n]

[soft music]

[groaning]

On your knees,
you Spanish filth!

[grunts]

[grunting]

We done it, lads!

[crew cheering]

We're saved!

[crew cheering]

[Silver] Mr. Baker!

[cheering]

Mr. Arra!

Yeah!

Jim Hawkins!

[crew cheering]

Lads!

We are the men

what pull the ropes
and weigh the anchors

and toil in the night

and sweat at the helm

and are ready
for every degradation.

We are more than men!

We are the people,

and we live forever!

- [yelling]
- Forever!

[triumphant music]

♪ Rule, Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves ♪

♪ Britons never,
Never, ever ♪

♪ Shall be sl*ves ♪

This ship will be mine, Jim.

And I'll be having that map.

♪ Britons never,
Never, ever ♪

♪ Shall be sl*ves ♪

♪ Rule, Britannia... ♪

[soft music]

[dramatic music]