JIM: 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.
[KNOCKING]
BONES: Open the door, will you? Open the door!
Go away! We're closed.
BONES: 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.
HAWKINS: 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.
[CHUCKLES]
Here, matey.
Tell me when I've worked my way through that, will you?
JIM: 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...
[MAN PLAYING FIDDLE]
... 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? JIM: No, sir.
BONES: 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.
[CHUCKLES]
- 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.
[SINGING] 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.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
[BONES COUGHING]
Right. Would you step in here and surprise old Bill.
Billy Bones.
Come, Bill, you know your old shipmate, surely.
- Black Dog? 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. BLACK DOG: 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.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[BONES COUGHING]
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.
- That black what? - Spot, Jim.
It's a summons.
The lubbers will be going around by now to get their wind of me.
What lubbers are those, captain?
Ah, it's Flint's men, as like as not. Black Dog, Blind Pew.
It's my old sea chest they're after, macky.
Now, you look here, Jim.
If they should slip me the spot, you get on a horse...
...and you go and fetch that infernal swab of a doctor.
You tell him why I'm the only one that has it.
- Has what? - Oh.
Flint gave it to me as he was lying, dying in some island.
For the love of God, boy, give me some rum, will you?
[COUGHING]
[TAPPING NEARBY]
Will you?
[BOTH SHOUTING]
Who's there?
Jim Hawkins. What do you want?
Would some kind friend tell a poor, blind man...
...what's lost the sight of his eyes in the service of King George, God bless him...
...in what part of the country he might now be?
You're at the Admiral Benbow Inn.
Oh, yes.
Give me your hand, my kind young friend.
Lead me in.
[SHOUTS]
- Now, boy, you take me to the captain. - I daren't.
You take me in straight, and as soon as I'm in view, you cries out.
Here's a friend of yours, Bill.
Yes, yes, oh, yes.
[BONES COUGHING]
Captain Bones.
- Blind Pew. PEW: Yes.
Come for you at last, Billy.
Now...
...business is business, Mr. Bones.
Sit right where you are.
Hold out your hand.
Boy, take his left hand and bring it near my right.
Yes.
And now that's done.
Oh, yes.
[COUGHS]
It's a spot, Jim.
It's the black spot, lad.
"You have till 10:00."
That's two hours.
[CHUCKLES]
We'll have them yet, Jim.
Get me a top of rum, will you?
Here, lad, it's...
It's for the sea chest.
For the old sea chest, boy.
- What chest? - Mother.
What's been happening here, Jim?
Is he dead?
Aye, dead.
Being in his cups again, I shouldn't wonder.
Now, what about this chest?
He owes me money.
JIM: Mother, the captain said we have the devil to pay and no pitch hot.
They tipped him the black spot.
That what?
Stop talking nonsense and open the chest.
If there's money in there, we'll have what's own us and no more.
Mother, listen to me, please. They're coming for him at 10.
It's almost 10 now.
- Who's coming, Jim? - The lubbers.
- They're coming for the captain. - They can have him. That's broken.
What lubbers?
Blind Pew and Black Dog. Flint's men.
The captain said they were after his sea chest.
Said he was the only one had it.
Had what?
[GROANS]
Aha!
We'll have what he owes us and not a penny more.
Mother, we must go to the village and get Sheriff Dance.
Shh.
[TAPPING NEARBY]
What's that?
Blind Pew. He's come back. Come on, Mother. They'll cut our throats.
[GLASS SHATTERS]
HAWKINS: Come on, Jim.
[BOTH SCREAMING]
No! No!
Let him go. No, you leave him.
No.
Get out.
Jim. Quickly, come on. Jim. Come on.
It won't open.
It won't open, Jim.
No.
No!
- Stop it. JIM: Mother! Shake his...
- It's Billy. - Someone's done for it.
Search him.
Run for the woods.
He's been overhauled already.
Aloft. Find the chest.
There's the chest.
PEW: The lady, you shucking lubbers.
Catch the boy. He's got it, you fools.
Pew, they've ransacked the bloody thing.
- It's gone. So's the money. - And the money.
Come below and follow the boy. All I want's to put his eyes out.
Scatter and find them.
They can't have gone far.
What the devil?
MAN 1: Hey, who's that? MAN 2: Sheriff Dance.
Hey, let's go there, lads.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Black Dog, don't.
Israel.
You won't leave old Pew, mate. Not old Pew.
Damn your eyes.
No.
[SCREAMS]
- Leave him like that. After them. - Aye, aye, sir.
After them.
Get up there.
Oh, dear.
Sheriff Dance saw a scooner standing off and on in the cove.
Rather suspicious. He reported it to me. Drink that.
I said we should roust up his men and ride hard for the Admiral Benbow.
It were a lucky chance we came when we did.
It were none too soon either.
They got the money, I presume.
They did not.
- Excuse me, doctor. LIVESEY: Yes, Jim?
I don't think they're after the money.
What in fortune were they after then?
I think they were after this.
It should be put in a safe place.
To be sure, boy. Quite right.
We must go at once to Squire Trelawney and open it in his presence.
He'll know what to do.
Jim, there's not a moment to lose. Can you ride?
I tell you, I have some business with the squire.
- Wake him up. - No.
You must do it. We must wake him up. Please do it. Please? Thank you.
- Livesey. LIVESEY: Squire.
Well, where is it? Come on, man.
- Hawkins, you had quite the night, I hear. - Yes, sir.
- Your coffee, sir. - Thank you, Joyce.
Hot and hot.
Squire?
- Scotch, Livesey? - Yeah, okay.
- Master Hawkins? TRELAWNEY: That'll do, Joyce.
- Uh, milk, sir? - All right. Thank you. Thank you.
- Uh, sugar, sir? - No.
That'll do, Joyce.
Yes, sir.
Well, now, squire.
- First of all, we'll try the book. - Yes.
"W. Burns, master's mate. Off Palm Quay, he got it."
Some sort of an account.
"Bones his pile."
Can't make head nor tail of this.
Oh, Livesey, this is as plain as noon to a seafaring man.
This is the black-hearted scoundrel's account book.
Look, here. Now, look here.
This is a list of the town's sacked or the ship's voyage...
...and here, the sums of Bone's share of the loot.
Right you are. You see what it is to be a traveler.
Now, and the other...
[LIVESEY CHUCKLES]
LIVESEY: Treasure Island.
Bulk of treasure here.
Oh, God.
It must be...
"Tall tree, Spyglass shoulder, bearing north northeast by north.
Skeleton Island, east southeast and by east. Ten feet.
The bar sil...
The bar silver is in the north cache...
...at 10 fathom south of black crag. Signed J. F."
For God's love, man.
- You know what this is? - Pray enlighten me, sir.
J. F. John Flint.
This is Flint's map.
Bulk of treasure here.
That's Flint's treasure, man.
JIM: Who's this Flint?
Billy Bones said he was Flint's first mate.
He was the blood-thirstiest buccaneer that ever sailed.
Well, Blackbeard was a child of Flint.
Ha, ha. Even the Spaniard was so prodigiously afraid of him.
I must own, I was proud he was an Englishman.
Sir, would this treasure be worth much?
Worth mu...?
Worth much.
Ha, ha. Why, lad, here's the sight of it.
I shall fit out a shipping in Bristol dock within two weeks.
The finest vessel in England...
...and then we'll sail for the Spanish Main within a month.
You, Hawkins, shall come aboard as cabin boy.
Livesey here shall be surgeon, and myself, admiral, of course.
And then we'll take along Joyce, my man and, oh, great...
Well, that's capital, squire, capital, but there's only one man I'm afraid of.
- Name the dog. - You, sir.
For you cannot hold your tongue, as well you know.
We aren't the only men to know about this.
From first to last, none of us must breathe a word.
Well, you're in the right of it, doctor, as usual.
You may depend upon me.
I shall be as silent as a grave.
Goodbye, Jim.
Now, you take care of yourself.
And mind you, do what your squire tells you.
Jim.
Bye, Mother.
JIM: The doctor and old Redruth, the squire's gamekeeper...
... came for me at dusk on the Bristol mail.
Next morning, we had turned the corner , my home was out of sight.
And in no time at all, Bristol laid bustling before us.
What is that?
Come on, lad. The squire will keelhaul us if we're late.
Oh, Redruth, stop dawdling, man.
- Come on. - Stay away.
There she is, Jim. The Hispaniola.
Bring the bag, Redruth.
Ahoy, Hispaniola!
Ahoy, on boat!
- Come on. - Welcome aboard the Hispaniola, doctor.
- You're late. - Better late than never, admiral.
JIM: The roads were muddy, sir.
We got stuck three times on the way to Bristol.
TRELAWNEY: Did you? Did you?
Yes, come on, Redruth, come on. Don't hang back, man.
- Mr. Arrow, here, look after your tonnage. ARROW: Aye, aye, sir.
Will you take a glass of port with me in my cabin?
Nothing would please me better, sir.
- So when do we sail? - Sail?
We sail tomorrow, boy. Ha, ha.
To the good ship Hispaniola , gentleman.
A sweeter ship you could not imagine.
I give you joy over her, sir.
- To the Hispaniola. - Hispaniola.
Mm. A child could sail her, doctor.
You know, I had a devil of a job finding a crew for her.
Hard to find half a dozen who knew the difference...
...between the main top and the keelson.
Are there no good seaman in Bristol then?
Oh, well, doctor, I shall tell you. I met this fellow on the dock.
Ahem. Old navy man.
Fought the French under Admiral Hawke, lost a leg in action.
Kind of man who makes England feared at sea.
Well, he found me a company of the toughest old salts imaginable.
I declare, we could fight a frigate with them.
Ha, ha. I'm glad to hear it. What is the man's name?
Uh, John Silver.
They call him Long John Silver.
He's even volunteered to come aboard the ship's cook.
- Remarkably civil of him. - Indeed. What a youthful man.
You know, while I think of it, young Jim, you cut ashore in the gig...
...and give my compliments to Mr. Silver and tell him civil-like, mind you...
...to be aboard by the evening gun.
We sail tomorrow with the tide.
- Yes, sir. - Oh, you'll find him...
...at the side of the Spyglass.
Tall fellow, one leg. Can't miss him.
[BAND PLAYING CELTIC MUSIC]
[CHATTERING]
I'm begging your pardon, sir. Could you tell me where I could find John Silver?
Long John?
He'll be somewhere in the back. Bug us not.
Mr. Silver, sir.
Such is my name to be sure.
And who might you be, lad?
Jim Hawkins, sir, ship's boy of the Hispaniola.
Squire Trelawney's compliments says you're to come on board tonight...
...if you please.
We sail at dawn.
Jim Hawkins, is it? Pleased I am to meet you.
Come, lad. I expect you're hungry.
A person like you is always hungry as sharks.
I remember when I was just a reefer in the king's navy.
We was fighting the Dutch off Batavia at war.
[SHOUTS]
Black Dog. Stop him, that's Black Dog, that's one of Flint's men.
I don't care two coppers who he is. He ain't paid his bill.
You are Morgan.
You was drinking with him.
You never clapped eyes on this Black Dog...
...before now, did you? - No, sir.
- You never heard of him neither, did you? - No, Barbecue, on my mother's grave.
You never had a mother.
- What was he saying to you anyway? - He was saying...
Well, we was jawing of keelhauling.
Yeah. Mighty suitable topic too.
Back to your place for a lubber, Tom.
Come. Set yourself down. Out of there.
Black Dog.
Let's see. Yes, I've seen that swab before.
He used to come in here with a blind man.
I knew that blind man. His name was Pew.
It were. He looked like death.
Sheriff Dance ran him down back at Admiral Benbow.
You see here, Hawkins, you're smart. Smart as paint.
I seen that right off.
This here's a blessed hard thing for an honest man like me.
Here I've got this confounded son of a Dutchman...
...sitting under my roof, drinking my rum. What will Squire Trelawney think?
LIVESEY: Are you pleased with your ship's company then?
Oh, yes, on the whole, I am...
...but I tell you frankly, doctor, I'm disappointed in the captain.
Good afternoon, squire.
- I beg your pardon. May we have a word? - Ahem. Yes, yes. Certainly.
May I present my particular friend Dr. Livesey.
Uh, doctor, this is Captain Smollet, late of His Majesty's Royal Navy.
- At your service. - How did you do, captain?
Gentlemen, I don't like this cruise. I don't like the men.
I don't like my first officer. That's it. Short and sweet.
And I suppose you don't like your ship either.
- The backstays need adjusting I believe. TRELAWNEY: Backstays indeed.
- And what about your employer, huh? - Stay a bit. Stay a bit.
The captain has either said too much or he has said too little. Now, why?
I was engaged, sir, on sealed orders to sail this ship...
...where the gentleman bids me. Very well, duty is duty.
But now I find every man onboard knows more than I do.
Next thing I learn, we're going after treasure from a young crew, mind you.
Now, I'm told you have a map of an island with longitude and latitude...
...and crosses to show where old Flint's treasure is buried.
Well, I never said a word.
- No, no, I swear it. SMOLLET: There is one more thing.
- Oh, yes, and what's that, pray? - Powder and arms, sir.
Powder and arms. They're stowing them in the forehold.
Why not put the arms here in the cabin where we can get at them and they can't?
That is the custom aboard ship, I might add.
Look, captain, I will not be told what is the custom aboard my own ship and what isn't.
- I've been to sea before, you know. - Captain Smollet, do you fear a mutiny?
No, sir.
- I would not sail at all if I did. - Then what are you suggesting?
Doctor, store the arms and powder aft and keep a weather eye out for treachery.
And for God's sake, don't say another word...
...about this treasure business.
Or upon your soul, it'll be life or death on a lee shore.
Silver, where in blazes have you been? Get below and serve up a hot meal, man.
- It'll be a long night. SILVER: Aye, captain.
Supper for the hands directly. Israel.
Hoist up my sea chest.
MAN 1: Where you want them? MAN 2: Right.
Anderson, what's this restowing of the bloody muskets?
Captain's orders. All arms and powder to be stored aft.
By thunder, if we do that, we'll miss the morning tide.
Less talking there, Follett. Get below, Mr. Silver.
- I'll not tell you again. - Aye, sir.
- You throw... You stow some of them arms... - Hey, you, ship boy...
...get below and help the cook.
If you can't find work, I'll find it for you. There are no favorites.
Aye, aye, sir.
Very well, Mr. Arrow, unmoor ship if you please.
Aye, aye, sir. All hands on deck!
Weigh anchor!
- Topman weigh aloft! - Topman weigh aloft!
Come on, you.
Turn your backs into it. Come on! Heave! Heave!
Heave! Heave!
Come on.
MAN 3: Anchor aweigh!
- It can drive! - It can drive away, sir.
Very well. Make sail.
All hands big sail!
Aweigh! Aloft! Here now!
- Hoist up! - Sail!
On you go, lads.
High up there now! Go on, Lee!
Up you go, lad. Bringing us in, all hands on deck.
- Headsails and courses, Mr. Arrow. ARROW: Headsails and courses there.
Think of those.
SMOLLET: Keep your helm, Mr. Hands.
This is used for the masts.
Rattles there, see, right up to the top.
Let fall.
- Let fall! - Let fall!
Let fall!
Okay, now, answer me.
Bring these things to Mr. Arrow.
Southwest by south, Mr. Hands.
- Southwest by south. - Hey, you, get over here.
- And heave! - Come on.
- Heave! Heave! - Go on.
- Lend a hand, lad. MAN 4: In the helm, she goes.
Heave! Come on! Put your backs into it!
Heave! Come on, you scruffy smelly dogs!
Heave! Heave!
- Heave! - Gangway!
- Come on, away now! - Set brails!
Get up there, you. Come on, now weigh it out there.
That were done man-of-war fashion there, Jim.
Turn that topsail, Daniel.
What is the matter with that topsail there?
Turn the forward topsail!
We have vast passage and a fair wind for the Caribbean with that captain.
- He may be in need of that. SMOLLET: Ready? Ready she goes.
Raise topsail!
Aye, aloft!
- Against the bow! ARROW: Raise topsails!
- Strike the main course! MAN: Man the gallants!
SILVER: Don't you worry, lad, this breeze is nothing.
Just a little Biscay blow, won't last more than three or four days.
Oh, God.
Please, just let me die.
Oh, happens that Uncle Long John's fixed you a nice plate...
...of soft pork stew that'll make you feel...
Ah. Mr. Arrow.
- It's coming on a little early. - This is a right stuff one, huh?
ARROW: Chills a man clean through to the bone, Silver, all the same.
Would you care for a bit of a draft, sir?
I, uh, keeps a little rum up for it here.
For cooking, don't you know?
This'll warm the cockles of your heart.
- That's just between you and me, sir. - Oh, aye.
I'm obliged.
What's the matter with him?
Lad's bonkers.
Aye.
JIM: The Hispaniola sailed swiftly out of the stormy northern latitudes.
Nobody was much surprised...
... when one dark night, Mr. Arrow disappeared entirely...
... and was seen no more.
It was presumed he had been drinking again.
The captain put him down in the log as overboard.
And said we were well rid of him.
[SHOUTS]
[CHUCKLES]
[GRUNTS]
JIM: We've ran down our easting into the trade winds...
... to get the wind of Treasure Island.
I soon got my sea legs under me.
I learned to reef, hand and steer, and became a tolerable seaman.
It was about the last day of our outward voyage...
... when the squire and I had the dogwatch together.
We were running broad for the island with a steady breeze and the quiet sea.
By the merest chance, the lives of all the honest men aboard...
... would soon depend on me alone.
We must keep a sharp look out, Jim.
The captain says we may raise the island at dawn.
If you can be a good lad and go below and ask Mr. Silver...
...if he's got a mug of tea for me, would you?
Oh, and Jim, see if you can find an apple. I'm fearfully sharp-set.
JIM: Aye, aye, sir.
PARROT: Visitor, eh?
SILVER: Oh, not I. Flint was captain.
I were quartermaster along with this timber leg.
Same broadside I lost my leg, old Pew lost both his deadlights.
Off Trinidad, that's where we were.
So it were aboard Flint's old ship Walrus...
...that I've seen amok with their red blood, fit to sink with the gold in her hold.
DICK: Faith, Long John, you've done a pair of sailing.
Flint was the flower of the flock, so Israel Hands told me.
Israel should know. He were Flint's gunner.
Best in the Spanish Main.
You must all be rich as lords.
I put my 900 pounds safe after I sailed along Captain England.
Near 2000, after Flint.
Where is England's men now?
On Davy Jones mostly. And where's Flint's?
Aboard here most of them and glad to get the work.
But you, you're smart, young Dick.
Smart as paint. I seen that right off.
I'm 50, mark you.
But when this here voyage is finished, I set up for gentleman in earnest.
You could do that if you're a-mind to.
Dick is square.
Oh, I know Dick was square. He's no fool, is Dick.
Well, there's my hand on it, Mr. Silver.
What I wanna know is how long we're gonna stand off and on...
...like a blessed bumboat?
I've had enough of Captain Smollet's butt down there.
I wanna get into that cabin, I do.
- I want their pickles and wines. - Pickles and wines?
Israel, you got no more brain than a sea turtle.
Now, you hear me.
You'll berth forward, you'll work hard, you'll keep sober...
...and you'll wait until I gives the word, then cry havoc.
Well, all I ask is when, that's what.
Last bloody minute I can manage, that's when.
We'll widdle the treasure aboard...
...the captain'll sail this ship halfway home before we struck.
How many tall ships, think ye, have I seen laid aboard?
And how many brisk lads drying in the sun at execution dock?
All for the same hurry, hurry, hurry.
But what about the captain? And Squire Trelawney?
- What are we to do about them, anyhow? - We'll cut their throats for them.
Besides, there's someone who needs killing.
Israel's right, lad. Dead men tell no tales.
When I'm in parliament riding in my coach...
...I don't want none of them sea lawyers aft coming home unlooked for...
...like the devil at prayers.
[CHUCKLES]
Dick, there's a good lad. Jump up and fetch me an apple from the barrel there.
I'm a mite sharp-set.
Hang your apples, Long John. Let's have a go at the rum.
Yeah.
Well, then, won't hurt neither. Dick, I trust you.
Here's the key to the rum store. You fill a pannikin and bring it back.
- All right. - But hand me an apple all the same.
TRELAWNEY: Land ho! Land off the port bow.
Come up there, you lubbers. Look at this. There's land down there.
- Land ho! - Out of the way.
That the island, Barbecue?
Aye, by the powers, so it be.
MAN 1: There she lies, the island. MAN 2: Treasure Island.
Oh, my God.
Well, there it is.
- Doctor... - Jim, lad, where have you been?
You missed the landfall.
I brought her right down to it. Ha, ha.
What do you say to that, doctor?
LIVESEY: Capital seamanship, squire, to be sure.
- Doctor, please, may I talk to you? SMOLLET: Mr. Anderson.
Trim that down to gallant sail, man.
This is not one of your Dutchman's barges with the sails all ahoo.
- Mr. Anderson. - Right, captain.
Let him trim it himself, swab.
Trim that sail or I'll make you wish you had.
- Get with it. - Hey, you, lad. Get up there.
- Doctor, hear me. - Yes, what is it, Jim?
I have to talk to you, the squire and the captain.
LIVESEY: What? - I've got some terrible news.
Mutiny. By God, I'll see them hang for it.
It's worse than mutiny, squire. It's murder. If they're successful...
...you won't see anything at all because you will be quite dead.
Captain, you were right and I was wrong.
I own myself an ass and I await your orders.
No more an ass than I, sir.
This crew beats me.
It's that Silver, he's a most remarkable man.
He looked remarkably well from a yardarm.
Now, I see three or four points, if I may.
First, we must go on.
If I put the ship about, they'd come down around us.
Secondly, we have time before us. I would rather come to blows at once...
...but we must bide our time until the moment is right.
And then we'll strike hard.
Jim here could be more use to us than anyone. The men are used to him.
I've noticed that Silver trusts him.
Jim, you must infiltrate the enemy camp.
I put prodigious faith in you, boy.
- You must be our eyes and ears. - I'll do my best.
MAN: By the mark, men, sail!
MAN 1: Let go of the anchor! MAN 2: Let go!
MAN 1: Quarter less five, sir!
LIVESEY: Well, I don't know about treasure...
...but I'll stake my wig there's fever there.
Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea as it were, eh, gentleman?
- Captain, I think it's... - Mr. Anderson...
...those who wish to go ashore on liberty may do so until the evening gun.
- Aye, aye, sir. - Silver, you may splash the main brace.
Aye, sir.
- I think we should go below, gentlemen. - Certainly, captain.
MAN 3: Lower away the long boat.
Hoist now, the boat tackle.
Ah, Hawkins. This here island's a sweet spot, to be sure.
It's a pleasant thing to be young, have 10 toes.
Aye, sir.
If you wanna go ashore and do a bit of exploring...
...old Long John will put up a snack for you to take along.
Mr. Redruth, do you know how to use this?
I have been the squire's gamekeeper for 25 years.
I learned how to shoot straight when I was a lad.
Very good. You guard the companionway there.
Hunter, you take the aft hatchway. I'm sure we can rely on you and Joyce.
- Aye, sir. That you can. - I'll do my best, sir.
Joyce, you, um... You stay with Redruth.
Look here, captain. This is all very well, but we're outnumbered three to one.
Silver will go ashore with his men and calm them down.
I expect you'll keep them in check until they find the treasure.
What of the men onboard, sir? Silver's bound to leave some to watch us.
They could come down on us any moment.
Why, then we hold the cabin, and God defend the right.
Young Jim can tell us...
Hold on. Where's Jim Hawkins?
Go on.
Okay. Here.
- Here. - Get them muskets in the boat.
All right, all right, all right.
- Take that. - All right. Yeah.
Get that musket stowed.
All right, relax. Quiet now.
- Keep her steady now. Here, grab it. - Hold it.
SILVER: Israel, you will stay aboard...
...and keep an eye on them gentlemen in the cabin.
Aye, aye, Barbecue.
Good lad, get your head down.
Get aboard, you lubber.
Cast off forward.
Give way together. Oar.
Break your back, you lubbers.
[MEN GROANING]
Give me some sweat there, you swab.
Stand by the beachhead.
- Hey. - Easy, guv.
Jim, wait.
Wait. Wait, Jim!
JIM: No sooner had I stowed away aboard the long boat...
... than I could not wait to get out of it.
Remembering the squire's words, I set off into the hinterlands of the island...
... to spy upon Silver and his men.
Look sharp, Joycie. You might...
[MEN SHOUTING]
Load, Joycie, load.
You bloody philistine.
I'm doing my bloody best, aren't I?
- Get it. - There's a lot of men.
Up your ass with your...
- Out of the way, Joyce. - Move it! Turn about!
Move out!
I'm terrible sorry, sir. I seem to have wounded one in the leg.
Nothing to be ashamed of. You fight in self-defense.
No, sir. I was aiming for his head. This musket's was firing low.
MAN: Silver, you're old, and you're honest, or has the name for it.
You'll tell me you'll be led away by that kind of a mess of swabs. Not you.
Well, um...
...shine or hang, that's about the lay of it.
To turn against my duty, I'd soon to lose my hand.
[GUNSHOT THEN MAN SCREAMS]
- In the name of God, what was that? - That?
I reckon that'd be Allan.
Then rest his soul for a true seaman.
Amen to that.
As for you, Long John, you can go to the devil.
[SCREAMING]
Good God, not Jim.
I pray not.
Damn that traitor, Silver.
Down, duck!
Hunter, come with me.
Captain, I'd like to go ashore in the gig and reconnoiter.
If Jim's still alive, then maybe I can help him.
Uh, Hunter can row me in, that still leaves you four men to hold the ship.
Very well, doctor.
- Be sure you're back before sunset. - I will.
- Doctor, watch out for that scoundrel Silver. - Yes.
- Take him ashore, Hunter. HUNTER: Aye, aye, captain.
[BOTH SHOUTING]
- Who are you? - I'm poor Ben Gunn.
I'm marooned on this island...
...and I haven't seen a Christian soul for these three years.
Were you shipwrecked?
No, matey. Marooned.
Aye, marooned three long year ago.
And I've lived on berries and goats ever since.
My heart is sore for a Christian diet.
You wouldn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you now, would you?
No. No.
Many's a night, I've dreamed of cheese.
Toasted, mostly.
If ever I can get back aboard my ship, you could have cheese by the stone.
- Shall I, matey? Oh, thank you. - But that's neither here nor there.
For how are we get onboard?
Well, there's my boat, if it comes to that.
I dug it with my own two hands.
It's in the mangrove swamps by the mouth of the river.
We might try that after dark.
What be your name, matey?
Jim.
Jim Hawkins.
Well, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.
You wouldn't think to look at me, would you, that I had a pious mother.
Well, I have. Remarkably pious. And I'm back on piety now, Jim.
I thought it all out on this lonely island...
...what providence had set me here. Aye, and Captain Flint.
Flint?
Flint says you? Aye. I were on Flint's ship when he buried the treasure.
Him and six along six strong seamen, gone nigh on a week, they were.
And then one fine morning, up went the signal...
...and back comes Flint, all alone and by himself.
Aye, and the six... Aah!
Into a battle, murder and sudden death.
I often asked old Flint where he buried the treasure.
I only wanted my fair share. Mine.
"Here's a musket," says he and "There's a shovel," says he:
"Go ashore, if you like, then find it."
So they did, they left me, well, for three years.
I've been man of the island, light and dark.
But I'm rich. Rich.
You tell me true now, that ship you came off, that wasn't Flint's ship?
It is not. Flint's dead.
But I tell you true, there are some of Flint's men aboard and they've mutinied.
Some of Flint's men?
- Not one who hadn't had one leg? - You mean Silver?
Aye, that was his name, Long John Silver.
The devil couldn't hold a lit candle to him.
Everyone was afraid of Flint...
...but even Flint was afeard of Long John Silver.
Water.
It's sweet.
Yes.
Yes, this will do us quite well, I believe.
HUNTER: Sir?
Come along, Hunter, back to the ship. No time to dillydally.
And most importantly, there's a good supply of clean water.
It flows from a little spring beneath the house.
It will serve us better than our present situation onboard ship.
We can scarcely get at the water bags. They're stored forward with the mutineers.
What do you...? You mean I have to give up my ship?
Squire, with no water in this heat, we won't last three days.
The doctor's quite right, I'm afraid.
Much as I hate to abandon my ship, we stand a better chance...
...from a strategic point of view, on a fortified situation on the island.
Once we've whipped these blaggards, we can retake the ship at our leisure.
All right. You're the captain.
- Easy now, Hunter. - Easy with that gun, Mr. Hunter.
- Careful. - I have it. I have it.
Stow it forward, squire, if you please.
- Make it fast, Redruth. - Come along, man, get aboard.
Take the ship, Joyce.
Row easy, men. They've spotted us.
Get Silver!
Get Silver! Go on, wake up! Go get Silver!
Row.
- That's the landing there, captain. - Very good, doctor.
My God, the gun.
Run out your gun.
Israel was Flint's gunner, for the love of God.
Row, lads.
Stretch out, sink or swim.
Mustn't mind if we swamp her now.
Primer.
Right, squire, pick me off one of those men. Hands, if possible.
Get out of there.
- Well shot. - Good shot, squire.
Yes. Yes, it was. Thank you. Thank you, Redruth. Thank you.
[ALL SHOUTING AND COUGHING]
- Here. - Hunter.
- Save the guns.
Aye, aye, captain.
Keep your powder dry.
Come on, man. Coming through.
Get the powder keg.
Breathe out!
Come through with that.
Heave, they're coming out of their boat.
Move back here!
Hunter, come on.
He's down.
- I'm all right. I'm all right. - Hold on, squire, the keg.
- Run to the stockade, men. - Come on, come on, everybody.
Come on. Move yourself, man.
Now, this way. This way.
- Here we go. - Come on, boys.
Run, run. Come on.
Move along, Joyce.
Come on. After them, lads.
Come on now, the other side of the hill.
[SHOUTS]
[GUNFIRE]
[GRUNTS]
Hold it. Hold it.
Up. Up, up.
- Sir! - We're coming now.