Savage Islands (1983) - full transcript
A swashbuckling adventure which takes place in the mid-1800's on the South Pacific islands where bloody raids and battles were once the rule of the day.
(WAVES CRASHING)
(CAWING)
(HISSING)
(GASPS)
BULLY: What's up?
Scared of snakes?
(LAUGHING)
Let's go.
(GRUNTING)
Nice handbag.
(BIRDS CAWING)
BULLY: Say hello,
Mr. Blake.
That's a friend of mine.
Go on.
RATBAG:
Can't we leave
the stuff here?
No, let's get across.
(CLEARS THROAT)
It's unhealthy to worry.
Captain, I'd feel
healthier on this side.
Just think
about the gold.
(DOG BARKING)
Captain Hayes,
you have guns?
I got guns.
You got gold?
I see guns,
you see gold.
Guns first, huh?
Yeah.
All right, boys,
open them up!
The Spanish have?
US Army, madam.
The Spaniards do not have.
(GUN FIRES)
(NATIVES GASPING)
(LAUGHING)
How about that?
(GUN COCKING)
BLAKE: Hey, watch out!
Duck, lads.
(NATIVES GIGGLING)
(GUN FIRING)
(NATIVES LAUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
Good.
No, it's not good,
it's bad.
Show me more guns.
You show me gold,
I'll show you guns.
No gold.
No gold.
No gold.
I don't think
this woman's honest, Blake.
Yeah, the heathens have
been exposed
to Western
business practices.
They used to be honest.
Yeah,
times are changing, sir.
Show me more guns, now!
Yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.
See what happens
with women
and business.
Future looks dark, Blake.
I couldn't
agree more, sir.
There are your guns!
Here are your bullets.
(BULLETS BURSTING)
(NATIVES SCREAMING)
Let's go!
(GROANS)
(MOANS)
(PANTING)
Shit!
(SHOUTS)
(GASPS)
Ladies,
what a lovely surprise.
Excuse me.
(AMAZON SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GRUNTS)
Alone at last.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING)
Goodbye, darling.
(WOMAN SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(SHOUTING)
(NATIVES SHOUTING)
Goodbye, ladies!
No hard feelings, I hope.
(LAUGHING)
(GUN COCKING)
(SIGHING)
By order of His Majesty,
the King of Spain,
I hereby charge you
with supplying arms
to the enemies of the Crown.
So tell me, Bully,
how have you been?
Not bad, Ben.
How long you been working
for the Spaniards?
Ever since they could
meet my price.
How long have you
been selling guns
to the natives?
Just started, Ben.
What a pity
it's gotta end so soon.
Shame.
I been waiting a long time
to see you fall, Bully.
It's gonna be
a grand sight,
watching your neck
stretched all to hell
at the end of a Spanish rope.
You sound like a very sad
and bitter old lady, Ben.
(LAUGHING)
And so the so-called
"Pirate Era"
is coming to an end,
with the arrival of the new
steam-powered naval vessel.
Very good.
Very, very good.
Their arrival,
your departure.
The end of an age.
Are you writing down
in that book
that I'm a pirate?
Well,
in a manner of speaking,
I suppose one could say
that I am, yes.
Good, 'cause I am,
and a damn good one, too.
No, I never flew the skull
and crossed bones.
That's for your fictioneers.
But I have sought
pleasure and profit
all of my life at sea,
with no regard
for any man's law.
That's not to say
without morals
and standards.
I got morals and standards.
I never killed anybody
that didn't have it coming.
I never cheated
an honest man.
I never pillaged,
and I never raped.
I applaud you.
Were you ever married?
Well, I suppose a man's ship
becomes his wife and mistress.
Or so I've been told.
It's hard
to love a ship.
What?
They rot.
Oh, yes,
of course they do.
But memories,
Lord God, I've got memories!
I can't regret dying today.
Hell, I lived more
than any man deserves.
Yes, yes, indeed.
Mr. Hayes...
Bully.
Sorry?
Call me, Bully.
Thank you, Bully.
Hmm.
Mr... Bully,
well, one question
I was meaning to ask you is
how you ended up here?
The Rona, I suppose,
is what put my neck
in the noose today.
The Rona?
Yes.
She was a damn good ship.
Nothing to be proud of,
you understand,
just an old bucket,
but she did her job
without complaint.
We'd been two months
hauling this young couple
across the Pacific Ocean
in time for their wedding
on some mission island.
He planned to live there
and convert the heathens,
which to me seemed
a hell of a waste of her.
She was the finest thing
I ever saw.
Another one of
Fong's fine meals
gone to the fish,
Mr. Williamson.
Captain,
won't you tell him
to try Ratbag's cure?
There is no cure.
You don't have
much misery left.
We'll sight land
tomorrow morning.
Then you must try
it now, Nathaniel!
At least enjoy
the last few hours
at sea.
I regret that
this is something
I can never enjoy.
Oh, but you could!
It's wonderful,
isn't it, Captain?
You just don't realize it,
because you're so miserable.
Now off you go
and see Ratbag.
Captain Hayes
will look after me,
won't you, Captain?
Excuse me.
Your husband will
recover soon enough
when he sets foot
on solid ground, ma'am.
He's not my husband.
Not yet.
Do you know
the missionary life?
Can't say
that I do, ma'am.
But you know
the mission stations?
The missionaries?
Yes, most of them.
Then you know
what it's like.
It's quiet.
Can you see me
as a missionary?
Let's say I wouldn't want
to see you as a missionary.
Oops!
Do you come
for the cure?
We'll fix you up
all right, Reverend.
You're confident
that you can cure me?
Captain Hayes.
Yes?
I recently
lost my father.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
He left me
a small inheritance.
I've never really known
what to do with the money.
Nathaniel knows
very little
about money matters.
I should like
very much to invest
in your trading company.
I--I couldn't take
your money, ma'am.
Couldn't I become
a stockholder?
I couldn't guarantee
your investment.
Ships go down.
Cargoes get lost.
It's a risky business.
But isn't that the nature
of an investment?
Putting something at risk
in--in order to gain
a substantial return?
(WHISPERING)
Yes, ma'am.
Here's to a long
and fruitful partnership.
I'd appreciate it
if you didn't mention
anything to Nathaniel.
I can't guarantee
he'd be as trusting
as I am.
It's our secret, ma'am.
(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(ALL SHOUTING)
Nathaniel!
(ALL CHEERING)
Big man God!
Big man God!
Mama Jesus Christ!
Moaka,
what is the matter?
Boat! Much boat!
Moaka, please do not refer
to the Reverend and I
as "Big Man God"
and "Mama Jesus Christ."
You're putting your soul
in jeopardy.
Much white man.
Amen man.
It's Nathaniel!
You're not telling
us a fib, are you?
Much boat!
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
It is Nathaniel!
Edgar, go and get
my parasol
and put on your coat.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
This is our farewell
then, miss.
But not for long,
I hope.
You'll be back to see us,
won't you, Captain?
You may rely on that.
Take care of my investment.
As if it were
my own, ma'am.
NATHANIEL: Go easy
with that desk!
It's fragile!
All the way from Boston
to be damaged
at the last moment.
Thank you.
Your men are better suited
to the handling
of sacks of coal
than fine furniture,
Captain.
BULLY:
Your desk ain't hurt.
Anyway,
we delivered you safely,
didn't we, Reverend?
I am not a reverend.
Not yet.
Closer to a reverend
than we've had on this ship.
I would like to say
it had been a pleasant voyage,
however...
However,
Miss Sophie enjoyed it.
You have a very
fine woman there.
Yes, I had noticed
how much you enjoyed
her company.
You need not tell me
of her qualities,
nor indeed how fortunate I am
in having won her hand.
Farewell, Captain.
I hope you can
hold on to her.
I wouldn't let it
worry you.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Slipped, God's truth.
Nathaniel,
what happened?
Nothing,
just a little slip.
Welcome to paradise.
Shall we?
Nathaniel!
Oh, Nathaniel!
Aunt Katherine.
Oh!
Uncle.
Good to see you, my boy.
And this is my Sophie.
Sophie?
My uncle. My aunt.
The Reverend
and Mrs. Williamson.
Hello.
How do you do, Sophie?
We've heard
so much about you
in Nathaniel's letters,
haven't we, dear?
MRS. WILLIAMSON:
Yes, we have.
Welcome.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
You look as though
you might've left
something behind.
Don't be an idiot, Blake.
And what does one do
when one is not
converting islanders?
We teach
the word of God.
Do they speak English?
(CHUCKLES)
Not at all.
The word of God
transcends language.
So I've heard.
Nathaniel,
what's the matter?
My watch.
Those thieves stole my watch
when I took that stupid cure.
REVEREND: Who were
these people, Nathaniel?
Who did you travel with?
An absolute rogue...
A charming man, called...
Bully Hayes.
Bully Hayes!
May the Lord be praised
you're here in safety.
Bully Hayes is
a cutthroat and a brigand.
He and men like him
are what's turning
the Pacific
from a paradise
into a-an abomination.
The man's a vile blackbirder!
Blackbirder?
A slaver.
Trafficker in human misery.
Oh, yes, you are
most fortunate to have
lost only your watch.
Most fortunate indeed.
(MOSQUITOES BUZZING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(HEN CLUCKING)
Mr. Blake!
Sir?
Get this tub about!
To go where, sir?
Williamson's mission.
What for?
What about the cargo?
What about it?
It pays the way.
A lot of things pay
the way, Mr. Blake,
and a hell of a lot
better, too.
Aye, aye, sir.
Prepare to go about!
♪(MEN SINGING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
My dear children
and fellow Christians,
today we are most
fortunate and blessed
on our little island.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
For this occasion,
my dear nephew, Nathaniel,
and his beautiful
young bride, Sophie,
have journeyed from
far across the seas
to be with us
(GUN FIRING)
here at Wakaya.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Come on, lads.
(SHOUTS)
(HENS CLUCKING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
The Good Book
served you well,
didn't it?
Bloody old fool.
(BEN LAUGHING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
Get her back!
Can't trust women
even when they're dead.
(MAN LAUGHING)
No. Let go!
Help! Help!
(GROANING)
(NATHANIEL COUGHING)
What happened?
Gone.
All gone.
White man.
Blackbird.
Hayes.
Bully Hayes!
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(SCREAMING)
(COUGHING)
Oh, that's wonderful.
Reverend!
(ECHOING)
Nathaniel!
Miss Sophie!
♪(BAND PLAYING)
(SOLDIER COUNTING
CADENCE IN GERMAN)
Halt!
Captain Pease?
Yep.
I'm Count Heinrich
Von Rittenberg.
I represent
His Majesty Kaiser Wilhelm.
Is there somewhere
we can hold a discussion?
BEN: Yeah.
Come this way, Captain.
Count.
Whatever.
(MAN GROANING)
Mr. Pease, the slave trade
has been abolished
in every civilized land.
Oh, them ain't slaves,
Captain. Contract laborers,
and I've got
the contract somewhere.
I'll show them
to you sometime.
I hope so.
What's up, Captain?
Don't you trust
your business partner?
My country is
interested to make
much bigger the scope
of its global influence.
Specifically
in this region.
Yeah, it's nice
around here, isn't it?
We wish to establish
coaling stations
for our ships.
The new "thunder-barges," eh?
Steam-powered warships,
Mr. Pease.
And good anchorage,
like Ponape,
is what empires
are built around, huh?
We intend to sign
and honor a treaty.
King Oatopi of Ponape
never signed a treaty
with nobody.
He's an evil bastard.
Practices incest
on his own offspring.
Eats human flesh.
(SLURPING)
Sacrifices his enemies.
You ever show your pink,
little behind around there,
he'll have you screwed,
tattooed
and served up
with an apple in your mouth.
Mr. Pease, I have the whole
of the German Empire
at my support.
He'll eat them, too.
Now the point
of the matter is, Captain,
you need me.
Me and the King are
practically brothers.
What's your price?
Five hundred gold marks.
(CHUCKLING)
I wouldn't piss
for 500 gold marks.
What would you...
Never mind.
You couldn't afford it.
But I'll get you
your treaty with the King,
for 5,000 gold marks.
(SOPHIE SCREAMING)
Let me go,
or I'll kill him!
(GASPING)
I'm very serious.
(GASPS)
Now, what'll you
offer me, missy?
(BEN LAUGHING)
Uh-oh.
(COUGHS)
Hello, hello!
Hello, hello! Over here!
Rats!
Mr. Blake.
What do you
make of that?
Looks like a man
walking on water,
don't it?
Hello!
Ho! Over here!
BLAKE: A weird sight, sir.
That's the Reverend Nathaniel,
boys.
What? How on earth
did he get out here?
It's a miracle.
Bloody hell!
I've robbed
the bleeding messiah!
Ask him to walk
over here to us!
If he can't do it,
send a boat.
(GROANING)
BULLY: Welcome aboard,
Reverend.
The good Lord is
with you today.
Hayes, Hayes,
you murderer!
RATBAG: Stop it! No!
(GRUNTING)
Bloody hell, get him!
Bloody hell!
What the hell's got
into you, Reverend?
You murderer!
You filthy murderer!
He ain't
that filthy.
You killed my family!
You've taken Sophie!
What did you do to her,
you blackbirder?
He ain't
no blackbirder!
Kill him, Captain.
Slowly!
You should try the whip,
Captain.
Go on then, do it!
You got the wrong man,
Reverend.
There's no blackbirds
and no Sophie
aboard this ship.
Let him go, boys.
(SOBBING)
Then where is she?
I think you know.
I pray to God I do, son.
(GASPS)
Take him below.
There,
you'll need those.
Thank you.
You still think I did it,
don't you?
What proof do I have
that you didn't?
Your blackbird sign is
all over that island.
You're well known as a liar,
a cheat, a swindler.
Don't forget bigamous
and barrater and buccaneer,
extortionist,
trickster, bamboozler,
music-hall entertainer
and master mariner.
And blackbirder.
The man who raided
your island was Ben Pease.
Who?
Captain Ben Pease.
(SIGHING)
A long time ago,
Ben and I were
business partners.
We had a falling-out
over a certain young lady.
I shot his balls off.
It was an accident.
Now he blames me
for everything he does.
Every time he loots
or pillages or murders,
he leaves my sign behind.
I'll tell you, boy,
that the sorry bastard
will do anything.
Then why haven't
you done anything
about it before?
I don't know.
I've gotten used to it,
I guess.
Used to it?
Or grown to like it?
Like it?
The notoriety.
Reputation can
have its profits.
I know that.
(LAUGHING)
Yeah, surely.
But the cost has
gone too high.
Then you are going to do
something about it?
I intend to.
And what of my Sophie?
She's not your Sophie
today, boy.
And we'll find her.
Before Pease kills her?
He won't kill her.
He may slap her
around a little bit,
but he won't hurt her.
Then there has to be
an end to Ben Pease.
I'd appreciate it
if you'd help me kill him.
I'd be happy to, son.
We'll send him
straight to hell
where he belongs.
Good morning, Reverend.
How are you?
Better than I was.
Good.
Where are we?
Coming into
the port of Samoa.
It's not the jewel
of the Pacific,
but it is the center.
Center for what?
Everything.
Every kind of thieving,
profiteering criminal
in the world
passes through here
sooner or later.
What the civilized world
won't have finds a happy home
in Samoa.
Including Ben Pease?
That's his brig,
the Leanora,
right there.
Well, then,
shouldn't we go over there
and seize him
and his ship right now?
If you want Ben,
you don't knock
on his front door.
He wouldn't answer?
He'd blow
your brains out.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Hello, Henry.
Good to see you,
Bully.
Yeah, good to see you.
Hello, Bully.
Hello, darling.
MAN: Hello, Bully.
SAILOR: Hello, Bully.
BOY: Hey.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(DONKEY BRAYING)
(DOG BARKING)
Hi!
Hello, dear.
I'll be 10 minutes.
Coming about?
(MEN CHATTERING)
Well, he said 10 minutes.
Certainly not.
It's a post office I need.
(LAUGHING)
(MEN CHATTERING)
Jezebel.
JEZEBEL: Bully!
♪(FLUTE PLAYING )
Winky, my darling.
(YELLING)
Hello, Bully.
This is a group of orphans
I helped out many years ago.
(WINKY CHUCKLES)
Ganja!
Bully!
(GROANS)
Excuse me.
Thank you.
You here for the sale?
Sale?
Yeah, the big
blackbird sale today.
Blackbird sale? Where?
It's at the auction house.
You'll find some
good bargains there.
Girls. Boys.
Whatever you want.
Don't go over there!
You might get hurt.
I was a varsity
boxer at Harvard.
I can take care of myself.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
All right, Ganja Joe,
where is that
son of a bitch Ben Pease?
He's gotta...
He's got a girl for...
(GUN FIRING)
(GROANS)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
As I was saying,
where is Mr. Pease?
Get them barrels ready.
We're moving out.
Now?
Now!
And bring up
an empty one for the girl.
What's the matter?
Bully Hayes is here.
Get ready, young lady.
Where now, Mr. Pease?
Nowhere you'd know, pretty.
Don't be so sure.
Have you ever
heard of Ponape?
Hasn't everyone?
You've got two minutes.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(AUCTIONEER SHOUTING)
$5.20.
Yes, come along,
ladies and gentlemen.
This is a fine young worker,
plenty of muscles.
$5.25, $0.30, $0.35,
$0.40.
Get yourself, sir.
$0.45.
$5.45. Going at $5.45.
Called out at $5.45!
Thank you, sir.
Stop this!
Stop this!
You're slavers!
You're slavers!
(CROWD MUTTERING)
You're all slavers!
NATHANIEL: These people
were kidnapped by someone
called Ben Pease!
He is a murderer!
Get him outside.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(WHOOSHING)
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
(CHILDREN CLAMORING)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(MEN CHATTERING)
SOPHIE: Bully, they are
taking me to Ponape.
If you should read this
and not see me again,
know that I will always
remember you. Sophie.
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(GROANS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Pack her up.
Time to go.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CREW CHATTERING)
(LAUGHING)
BULLY: Come along, Mr. Blake.
(CREW LAUGHING)
Post your letter there,
Mr. Blake?
(ALL LAUGHING)
(COW MOOING)
BULLY: All right, boys,
listen up.
Everything is going
according to plan.
Do as I told you,
and we'll pick them off
one by one by one.
Here, Rats, look out.
RATBAG: Two on the way.
(SHOUTING)
(GROANS)
(WOMEN LAUGHING)
(SCREAMS)
Goodbye, sailor.
How many?
And then there were three.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(CHIRRUPING)
(SCREAMING)
BEN: Out of the way!
Get out of the way!
(GROANS)
Get out of the way!
Whoa. Whoa.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa!
BULLY: Ben!
Bully!
Ben, you have
something of mine.
And what could that be?
I think you know.
It couldn't be
the girl, surely?
Give her up, Ben,
or I'll tear your heart out
with my bare hands.
(BEN LAUGHING)
I'd like to oblige, but...
Oblige me, Ben!
Now, Bully,
you wouldn't want to go
and ruin our friendship
over some little floozie,
would you?
Where is she?
Stay out of this, boy.
Where is she?
You want her?
You have her.
(LAUGHING)
Don't!
(CHIRRUPING)
(BEN LAUGHING)
(SHOUTING)
Bully!
(GUN FIRING)
Thanks.
Come on!
You'd think this was
the bloody Kaiser's
birthday parade.
What the hell?
BULLY: We'll never
catch that monster.
I know where
they're going, Bully.
Yeah?
Ponape.
Ponape? You sure?
Well, you lost her now, then.
Ah, we'll never catch
them in the Rona.
Sorry, laddie.
BULLY AND NATHANIEL:
Forget the Rona.
(LAUGHING)
NATHANIEL:
We'll take Mr. Pease's ship.
It's a hell of a lot faster.
Very nice ship, eh?
Yes.
And you set nicely enough
to stealing them, too,
Reverend.
I owe it all to you.
(LAUGHING)
Not much of a drinker,
are you?
No.
Well, it's a useful habit,
sometimes.
Like now?
(BURPS)
(LAUGHING)
I'd like to apologize.
For what?
NATHANIEL: I was very
quick to judge you.
Oh, what do they say, son?
Don't judge, and let...
No. Let's see, judge not,
judge not, judge ye, not...
"Judge not,
lest ye be judged."
Matthew 7, Verse 1.
(CHUCKLING)
Hmm.
You knew what you were
doing in Samoa.
It would've worked out
if it wasn't for me.
Well, don't feel badly
'cause you don't know
(CHOKES)
your way around
a whorehouse.
No, I was a fool.
Well, you found out
where Pease is taking Sophie.
How'd you work
that one, anyway?
Open it.
It's to you.
I had suspected,
but I never knew for sure.
Oh, there's
nothing to know, Nate.
Can I call you Nate?
Nate, there's
nothing to know.
I looked at her.
I thought about her,
and I dreamed in
my mind that I...
Do you love her, Bully?
Yes.
I could,
but it doesn't matter, Nate.
She's yours.
Not if you love her, Bully.
Don't you love her?
Of course I love her,
but she loves you.
She wrote you the note.
Only because she thought
you were dead.
Billy...
She'd have never
written me a note.
Billy, I want you
to have her.
Bully.
Look, you're kind
of a rank old dog,
and I think
a woman like Sophie
would be good for you.
Oh, that's awful nice of you
to say that, Natty.
Oh, God.
But she's young!
And you're young!
And you love her!
You got curly hair.
Go on, have her.
You need her!
For what?
Wait a minute, Nate.
Let's let Sophie
decide her own fate.
Let's let her decide
which of us she'll have.
She has a mind of her own.
It's only fair.
Yeah.
She can make her own choice.
What if she decides
she doesn't want
either one of us?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
A good one. Oh, yeah.
There it is. Ponape.
Why is it so cold?
I wouldn't ask
too many questions
about Ponape, Captain.
You wouldn't
like the answers.
I don't like this place.
But it'll still make
a fine port
for your fatherland, eh?
Cold, evil, nasty, but cheap.
Ah.
Bloody strange place.
(MEN GRUNTING IN UNISON)
(MAN SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
We come in peace.
Otherwise,
we don't have a prayer.
(MAN SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(MEN HEAVING IN UNISON)
(MAN SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Very interesting engineering.
Engineering my ass.
It's magic!
Pease man, what bring?
Happy me good now.
This be White King.
Count. I'm a count.
He wouldn't know "count"
from a bucket of shit,
but he does know "king."
White King bring much gifts.
Go on, give it to him.
Uh, Your Majesty,
my Emperor...
You are the bloody emperor.
He doesn't deal
with second raters.
Your Majesty, I wish...
My country wishes
to use your island
as an anchorage
for its new naval vessels.
This is very important
for Germany,
very important for me.
How much?
As a small offering,
and as an indication
of the--the friendship
between our two...
Not enough.
Of course.
We have more.
BEN: Shrunken heads.
Ah.
Not enough.
Of course.
We have more.
More?
More what?
How badly do you want
your island, Emperor?
(MOANS)
You should feel
flattered, missy.
Not everyone gets
offered to the gods.
Just the women.
(LAUGHING)
There it is!
Around that point,
drop anchor.
Break out sidearms.
We're going ashore.
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(EXPLOSION)
♪(NATIVES CHANTING)
(GASPS)
You're gonna love the view.
(LAUGHING)
(EXPLOSION)
♪(CHANTING CONTINUES)
(EXPLOSION)
(EXPLOSION)
(SHOUTING)
(KING SPEAKING
NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(NATIVES CHANTING IN UNISON)
"The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
"He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures."
(CHANTING IN UNISON)
(EXPLOSION)
(GROANING)
(GROANING)
Interesting, ain't it?
It's disgusting.
They're savages.
Yep.
BLAKE: We'll never
get her out of that.
If we do save her, Mr. Blake,
I'll rely on you to save us.
Aye, sir.
Ready, Reverend?
Yeah.
Let's go.
(GROANING)
(EXPLOSION)
(NATIVE SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
Excuse me.
(NATIVE GRUNTS)
Hey, you put this fella
in a tight squeeze.
(MOANING)
(NATIVES CHANTING)
Bully!
Nathaniel!
But I thought...
It's all right.
It's all right.
(MAN SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Your Majesty.
(SCREAMING)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(GUNS FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
I should kill you
for getting me into all this!
(SCREAMING)
(GUNS FIRING)
(SCREAMING)
Well done, Blake.
Let's get back to the ship.
Aye, aye, sir.
(NATIVES SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING)
Here.
BLAKE: Come on, lads,
look lively!
Come on, now.
Put your backs into it.
Hayes, you bastard!
That bloody pirate's
stolen my ship!
Never mind,
we use a real one.
Come!
What now, eh, Captain?
Get your Bible out, Reverend.
Stand by to fire!
And fire!
(EXPLOSION)
Hold your course, Blake.
Next time I'll get him.
I need more speed, Captain.
Hold her steady
as she goes.
Come with me, Mr. Pease.
Up here, Mr. Pease.
It's here.
(MEN CHATTERING)
Elevation.
Three degrees.
Now I have him.
Stand by to fire!
And fire!
Get down!
Reload!
Blake.
Blake!
Aye, sir.
Hold your course,
and stand by
to come hard aport.
BLAKE: What if there's
rocks?
If there's rocks,
we'll run aground, Blake.
The man's mad!
He's heading
straight for the rocks!
Faster, Captain! Faster!
Now you shall see
what we can do, Mr. Pease.
Oh, no, no, no, I think
you're doing really fine.
Yep, that's real good.
Two degrees to port!
Two degrees to port!
COUNT: Faster!
Gun ready.
Stand by.
Stand by.
Now!
Madman!
Two degrees to port! Fast!
Stand by!
Fire!
(LAUGHING)
Damn!
Faster, Captain! Faster!
(MUMBLING)
All right, that's it!
Drop anchor and clear out!
Come on!
Go down to the fore and fife.
Go down to the fore and fife.
Great invention
this peashooter of yours.
Mr. Pease!
Faster, into the headland!
Into the headland.
This is my ship, Mr. Pease.
And that's obvious.
Get it into the headland.
More speed, Captain!
More speed!
More speed! More speed!
Tight, into the headland.
(EXCLAIMS IN GERMAN)
There she is!
Hard to port! Hard to port!
(CHUCKLING)
Give them hell!
Hold fast.
(GROANING)
RATBAG: They got Blake!
(GUNS FIRING)
(SHOUTING)
Take that.
(SCREAMING)
Let's go, lads.
Come on, lads!
BULLY: Let's go.
(ALL SCREAMING)
Sophie! Come on!
Sophie!
(BULLETS RICOCHETING)
Come on down
the stairs!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
Nate, look out!
(GROANS)
Drop the shutters!
We have been boarded!
CAPTAIN: Count Von Rittenberg,
we have been boarded!
Never mind!
They are like
fleas on our back.
Secure the bridge.
Secure the doors.
What can they do?
(CHUCKLING)
What can we do?
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(CHORTLING)
Get those muskets.
All right,
jam up the links.
Come on!
Engine room. After you.
Thank you.
Count, they are
blocking the eyeholes!
They are all over the decks.
Everywhere! At the magazine.
I can no longer see.
No matter, I can see.
Hard to port.
Hard to port.
We will circle around
and bring our gun
to bear on their ship.
My ship!
Captain, it's jammed.
Count,
the steering is jammed!
You cannot turn?
Of course you can turn!
I repeat, it is jammed.
I can no longer turn!
Then use the engines.
Go to full astern.
(CLINKING)
Why do we not move?
Engine room,
go to full astern.
Engine room!
(METALLIC RATTLING)
Damn idiot!
You couldn't sail
this mechanical whale
if it was a tin toy
in your own bathtub!
(METALLIC CLANKING)
Mr. Pease,
I am going to
sink their ship.
It isn't their ship!
Anyway, they're all
over the top of yours.
Gunter, my sword.
Call out the guard.
Now what the hell
are you gonna do?
To show them that
the German fighting machine
is more than
just metal ships.
Oh, the honor of
the Von Rittenbergs
is at stake, huh?
Well, you don't mind
if I just watch?
You don't have
any honor, do you?
You coward!
Like I said,
it interferes with business,
Count.
(CHUCKLING)
BULLY: Nate.
They'll be steering
a straight course
for quite a while.
If the engine's
still working.
Though highly doubtful,
Captain.
Let's get the hell
out of here, then.
Captain Hayes.
Admiral.
Count.
Whatever.
(SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(SOPHIE GROANING)
Sophie!
I'll be right there!
Come here, darling.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
Shit!
Bully!
Are you done?
Oh, hell, yes.
Let's go!
Lieutenant.
Bring this gun to port.
But, Mr. Pease...
Lieutenant,
bring this gun around.
(GUN FIRING)
Yes, sir.
(GRUNTING)
Move it faster!
Faster, you idiot!
Keep it moving!
Come on!
Thanks, Pog.
Nate. Come on.
A little more!
Put some muscle into it!
That's it.
That's it. That's it.
That's it.
Just a few more inches.
(GRUNTING)
And stop!
Stand by to fire!
Bully!
This one's for you!
Let's go!
Where do you want me
to take you this time?
(COUGHING)
That was 18 months ago.
I dropped them off in Manila.
They wanted to go back home,
try their hand
at civilization.
I got restless,
wanted to do
something worthwhile.
That's a sin I picked up
from Nate, I guess.
BULLY: So I started running
guns to the anti-colonialists.
That's what brought me
here today.
A most intriguing story,
Captain.
REPORTER: May I ask you
some questions?
(SIGHS)
How are you gonna
get out of this one, Bully?
Sweet talk.
(LAUGHING)
Do you wish me to pray
for your soul, my son?
What's it gonna cost?
Nothing, to look
in the Good Book, my son.
No thanks, padre.
Reverend.
Reverend.
Are you ready to go?
I'm ready to go, Father.
(SHOUTS)
(GROANING)
Sophie! Now!
Let's go!
Hup! Hup! Hup!
Hup! Hup! Hup!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Bully, come on!
Hup!
(HORSES NEIGHING)
(CHOKING)
Take that one!
(CHIRRUPING)
(GUN FIRING)
(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CHIRRUPING)
Looks like we're
out of land, Reverend.
NATHANIEL: It's all right,
Bully. Come on!
Just close your eyes.
It's not a bad idea, eh?
That's not an idea!
It sure beats
the alternative!
(SOLDIER SHOUTING)
(GUNS FIRING)
NATHANIEL: Here we go!
(BULLY SHOUTING)
BULLY: God, have mercy!
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(BULLY COUGHING)
Oh! I prefer
the alternative.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GUN FIRING)
Hold steady there.
Nate, get in the boat.
Nate, come on.
Nate, get in the boat!
I'm being shot at!
I'm in. I'm in.
Come back.
Row! Row!
(GUNS FIRING)
(CAWING)
(HISSING)
(GASPS)
BULLY: What's up?
Scared of snakes?
(LAUGHING)
Let's go.
(GRUNTING)
Nice handbag.
(BIRDS CAWING)
BULLY: Say hello,
Mr. Blake.
That's a friend of mine.
Go on.
RATBAG:
Can't we leave
the stuff here?
No, let's get across.
(CLEARS THROAT)
It's unhealthy to worry.
Captain, I'd feel
healthier on this side.
Just think
about the gold.
(DOG BARKING)
Captain Hayes,
you have guns?
I got guns.
You got gold?
I see guns,
you see gold.
Guns first, huh?
Yeah.
All right, boys,
open them up!
The Spanish have?
US Army, madam.
The Spaniards do not have.
(GUN FIRES)
(NATIVES GASPING)
(LAUGHING)
How about that?
(GUN COCKING)
BLAKE: Hey, watch out!
Duck, lads.
(NATIVES GIGGLING)
(GUN FIRING)
(NATIVES LAUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
Good.
No, it's not good,
it's bad.
Show me more guns.
You show me gold,
I'll show you guns.
No gold.
No gold.
No gold.
I don't think
this woman's honest, Blake.
Yeah, the heathens have
been exposed
to Western
business practices.
They used to be honest.
Yeah,
times are changing, sir.
Show me more guns, now!
Yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.
See what happens
with women
and business.
Future looks dark, Blake.
I couldn't
agree more, sir.
There are your guns!
Here are your bullets.
(BULLETS BURSTING)
(NATIVES SCREAMING)
Let's go!
(GROANS)
(MOANS)
(PANTING)
Shit!
(SHOUTS)
(GASPS)
Ladies,
what a lovely surprise.
Excuse me.
(AMAZON SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GRUNTS)
Alone at last.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING)
Goodbye, darling.
(WOMAN SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(SHOUTING)
(NATIVES SHOUTING)
Goodbye, ladies!
No hard feelings, I hope.
(LAUGHING)
(GUN COCKING)
(SIGHING)
By order of His Majesty,
the King of Spain,
I hereby charge you
with supplying arms
to the enemies of the Crown.
So tell me, Bully,
how have you been?
Not bad, Ben.
How long you been working
for the Spaniards?
Ever since they could
meet my price.
How long have you
been selling guns
to the natives?
Just started, Ben.
What a pity
it's gotta end so soon.
Shame.
I been waiting a long time
to see you fall, Bully.
It's gonna be
a grand sight,
watching your neck
stretched all to hell
at the end of a Spanish rope.
You sound like a very sad
and bitter old lady, Ben.
(LAUGHING)
And so the so-called
"Pirate Era"
is coming to an end,
with the arrival of the new
steam-powered naval vessel.
Very good.
Very, very good.
Their arrival,
your departure.
The end of an age.
Are you writing down
in that book
that I'm a pirate?
Well,
in a manner of speaking,
I suppose one could say
that I am, yes.
Good, 'cause I am,
and a damn good one, too.
No, I never flew the skull
and crossed bones.
That's for your fictioneers.
But I have sought
pleasure and profit
all of my life at sea,
with no regard
for any man's law.
That's not to say
without morals
and standards.
I got morals and standards.
I never killed anybody
that didn't have it coming.
I never cheated
an honest man.
I never pillaged,
and I never raped.
I applaud you.
Were you ever married?
Well, I suppose a man's ship
becomes his wife and mistress.
Or so I've been told.
It's hard
to love a ship.
What?
They rot.
Oh, yes,
of course they do.
But memories,
Lord God, I've got memories!
I can't regret dying today.
Hell, I lived more
than any man deserves.
Yes, yes, indeed.
Mr. Hayes...
Bully.
Sorry?
Call me, Bully.
Thank you, Bully.
Hmm.
Mr... Bully,
well, one question
I was meaning to ask you is
how you ended up here?
The Rona, I suppose,
is what put my neck
in the noose today.
The Rona?
Yes.
She was a damn good ship.
Nothing to be proud of,
you understand,
just an old bucket,
but she did her job
without complaint.
We'd been two months
hauling this young couple
across the Pacific Ocean
in time for their wedding
on some mission island.
He planned to live there
and convert the heathens,
which to me seemed
a hell of a waste of her.
She was the finest thing
I ever saw.
Another one of
Fong's fine meals
gone to the fish,
Mr. Williamson.
Captain,
won't you tell him
to try Ratbag's cure?
There is no cure.
You don't have
much misery left.
We'll sight land
tomorrow morning.
Then you must try
it now, Nathaniel!
At least enjoy
the last few hours
at sea.
I regret that
this is something
I can never enjoy.
Oh, but you could!
It's wonderful,
isn't it, Captain?
You just don't realize it,
because you're so miserable.
Now off you go
and see Ratbag.
Captain Hayes
will look after me,
won't you, Captain?
Excuse me.
Your husband will
recover soon enough
when he sets foot
on solid ground, ma'am.
He's not my husband.
Not yet.
Do you know
the missionary life?
Can't say
that I do, ma'am.
But you know
the mission stations?
The missionaries?
Yes, most of them.
Then you know
what it's like.
It's quiet.
Can you see me
as a missionary?
Let's say I wouldn't want
to see you as a missionary.
Oops!
Do you come
for the cure?
We'll fix you up
all right, Reverend.
You're confident
that you can cure me?
Captain Hayes.
Yes?
I recently
lost my father.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
He left me
a small inheritance.
I've never really known
what to do with the money.
Nathaniel knows
very little
about money matters.
I should like
very much to invest
in your trading company.
I--I couldn't take
your money, ma'am.
Couldn't I become
a stockholder?
I couldn't guarantee
your investment.
Ships go down.
Cargoes get lost.
It's a risky business.
But isn't that the nature
of an investment?
Putting something at risk
in--in order to gain
a substantial return?
(WHISPERING)
Yes, ma'am.
Here's to a long
and fruitful partnership.
I'd appreciate it
if you didn't mention
anything to Nathaniel.
I can't guarantee
he'd be as trusting
as I am.
It's our secret, ma'am.
(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(ALL SHOUTING)
Nathaniel!
(ALL CHEERING)
Big man God!
Big man God!
Mama Jesus Christ!
Moaka,
what is the matter?
Boat! Much boat!
Moaka, please do not refer
to the Reverend and I
as "Big Man God"
and "Mama Jesus Christ."
You're putting your soul
in jeopardy.
Much white man.
Amen man.
It's Nathaniel!
You're not telling
us a fib, are you?
Much boat!
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
It is Nathaniel!
Edgar, go and get
my parasol
and put on your coat.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
This is our farewell
then, miss.
But not for long,
I hope.
You'll be back to see us,
won't you, Captain?
You may rely on that.
Take care of my investment.
As if it were
my own, ma'am.
NATHANIEL: Go easy
with that desk!
It's fragile!
All the way from Boston
to be damaged
at the last moment.
Thank you.
Your men are better suited
to the handling
of sacks of coal
than fine furniture,
Captain.
BULLY:
Your desk ain't hurt.
Anyway,
we delivered you safely,
didn't we, Reverend?
I am not a reverend.
Not yet.
Closer to a reverend
than we've had on this ship.
I would like to say
it had been a pleasant voyage,
however...
However,
Miss Sophie enjoyed it.
You have a very
fine woman there.
Yes, I had noticed
how much you enjoyed
her company.
You need not tell me
of her qualities,
nor indeed how fortunate I am
in having won her hand.
Farewell, Captain.
I hope you can
hold on to her.
I wouldn't let it
worry you.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Slipped, God's truth.
Nathaniel,
what happened?
Nothing,
just a little slip.
Welcome to paradise.
Shall we?
Nathaniel!
Oh, Nathaniel!
Aunt Katherine.
Oh!
Uncle.
Good to see you, my boy.
And this is my Sophie.
Sophie?
My uncle. My aunt.
The Reverend
and Mrs. Williamson.
Hello.
How do you do, Sophie?
We've heard
so much about you
in Nathaniel's letters,
haven't we, dear?
MRS. WILLIAMSON:
Yes, we have.
Welcome.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
You look as though
you might've left
something behind.
Don't be an idiot, Blake.
And what does one do
when one is not
converting islanders?
We teach
the word of God.
Do they speak English?
(CHUCKLES)
Not at all.
The word of God
transcends language.
So I've heard.
Nathaniel,
what's the matter?
My watch.
Those thieves stole my watch
when I took that stupid cure.
REVEREND: Who were
these people, Nathaniel?
Who did you travel with?
An absolute rogue...
A charming man, called...
Bully Hayes.
Bully Hayes!
May the Lord be praised
you're here in safety.
Bully Hayes is
a cutthroat and a brigand.
He and men like him
are what's turning
the Pacific
from a paradise
into a-an abomination.
The man's a vile blackbirder!
Blackbirder?
A slaver.
Trafficker in human misery.
Oh, yes, you are
most fortunate to have
lost only your watch.
Most fortunate indeed.
(MOSQUITOES BUZZING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(HEN CLUCKING)
Mr. Blake!
Sir?
Get this tub about!
To go where, sir?
Williamson's mission.
What for?
What about the cargo?
What about it?
It pays the way.
A lot of things pay
the way, Mr. Blake,
and a hell of a lot
better, too.
Aye, aye, sir.
Prepare to go about!
♪(MEN SINGING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
My dear children
and fellow Christians,
today we are most
fortunate and blessed
on our little island.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
For this occasion,
my dear nephew, Nathaniel,
and his beautiful
young bride, Sophie,
have journeyed from
far across the seas
to be with us
(GUN FIRING)
here at Wakaya.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Come on, lads.
(SHOUTS)
(HENS CLUCKING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
The Good Book
served you well,
didn't it?
Bloody old fool.
(BEN LAUGHING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
Get her back!
Can't trust women
even when they're dead.
(MAN LAUGHING)
No. Let go!
Help! Help!
(GROANING)
(NATHANIEL COUGHING)
What happened?
Gone.
All gone.
White man.
Blackbird.
Hayes.
Bully Hayes!
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(SCREAMING)
(COUGHING)
Oh, that's wonderful.
Reverend!
(ECHOING)
Nathaniel!
Miss Sophie!
♪(BAND PLAYING)
(SOLDIER COUNTING
CADENCE IN GERMAN)
Halt!
Captain Pease?
Yep.
I'm Count Heinrich
Von Rittenberg.
I represent
His Majesty Kaiser Wilhelm.
Is there somewhere
we can hold a discussion?
BEN: Yeah.
Come this way, Captain.
Count.
Whatever.
(MAN GROANING)
Mr. Pease, the slave trade
has been abolished
in every civilized land.
Oh, them ain't slaves,
Captain. Contract laborers,
and I've got
the contract somewhere.
I'll show them
to you sometime.
I hope so.
What's up, Captain?
Don't you trust
your business partner?
My country is
interested to make
much bigger the scope
of its global influence.
Specifically
in this region.
Yeah, it's nice
around here, isn't it?
We wish to establish
coaling stations
for our ships.
The new "thunder-barges," eh?
Steam-powered warships,
Mr. Pease.
And good anchorage,
like Ponape,
is what empires
are built around, huh?
We intend to sign
and honor a treaty.
King Oatopi of Ponape
never signed a treaty
with nobody.
He's an evil bastard.
Practices incest
on his own offspring.
Eats human flesh.
(SLURPING)
Sacrifices his enemies.
You ever show your pink,
little behind around there,
he'll have you screwed,
tattooed
and served up
with an apple in your mouth.
Mr. Pease, I have the whole
of the German Empire
at my support.
He'll eat them, too.
Now the point
of the matter is, Captain,
you need me.
Me and the King are
practically brothers.
What's your price?
Five hundred gold marks.
(CHUCKLING)
I wouldn't piss
for 500 gold marks.
What would you...
Never mind.
You couldn't afford it.
But I'll get you
your treaty with the King,
for 5,000 gold marks.
(SOPHIE SCREAMING)
Let me go,
or I'll kill him!
(GASPING)
I'm very serious.
(GASPS)
Now, what'll you
offer me, missy?
(BEN LAUGHING)
Uh-oh.
(COUGHS)
Hello, hello!
Hello, hello! Over here!
Rats!
Mr. Blake.
What do you
make of that?
Looks like a man
walking on water,
don't it?
Hello!
Ho! Over here!
BLAKE: A weird sight, sir.
That's the Reverend Nathaniel,
boys.
What? How on earth
did he get out here?
It's a miracle.
Bloody hell!
I've robbed
the bleeding messiah!
Ask him to walk
over here to us!
If he can't do it,
send a boat.
(GROANING)
BULLY: Welcome aboard,
Reverend.
The good Lord is
with you today.
Hayes, Hayes,
you murderer!
RATBAG: Stop it! No!
(GRUNTING)
Bloody hell, get him!
Bloody hell!
What the hell's got
into you, Reverend?
You murderer!
You filthy murderer!
He ain't
that filthy.
You killed my family!
You've taken Sophie!
What did you do to her,
you blackbirder?
He ain't
no blackbirder!
Kill him, Captain.
Slowly!
You should try the whip,
Captain.
Go on then, do it!
You got the wrong man,
Reverend.
There's no blackbirds
and no Sophie
aboard this ship.
Let him go, boys.
(SOBBING)
Then where is she?
I think you know.
I pray to God I do, son.
(GASPS)
Take him below.
There,
you'll need those.
Thank you.
You still think I did it,
don't you?
What proof do I have
that you didn't?
Your blackbird sign is
all over that island.
You're well known as a liar,
a cheat, a swindler.
Don't forget bigamous
and barrater and buccaneer,
extortionist,
trickster, bamboozler,
music-hall entertainer
and master mariner.
And blackbirder.
The man who raided
your island was Ben Pease.
Who?
Captain Ben Pease.
(SIGHING)
A long time ago,
Ben and I were
business partners.
We had a falling-out
over a certain young lady.
I shot his balls off.
It was an accident.
Now he blames me
for everything he does.
Every time he loots
or pillages or murders,
he leaves my sign behind.
I'll tell you, boy,
that the sorry bastard
will do anything.
Then why haven't
you done anything
about it before?
I don't know.
I've gotten used to it,
I guess.
Used to it?
Or grown to like it?
Like it?
The notoriety.
Reputation can
have its profits.
I know that.
(LAUGHING)
Yeah, surely.
But the cost has
gone too high.
Then you are going to do
something about it?
I intend to.
And what of my Sophie?
She's not your Sophie
today, boy.
And we'll find her.
Before Pease kills her?
He won't kill her.
He may slap her
around a little bit,
but he won't hurt her.
Then there has to be
an end to Ben Pease.
I'd appreciate it
if you'd help me kill him.
I'd be happy to, son.
We'll send him
straight to hell
where he belongs.
Good morning, Reverend.
How are you?
Better than I was.
Good.
Where are we?
Coming into
the port of Samoa.
It's not the jewel
of the Pacific,
but it is the center.
Center for what?
Everything.
Every kind of thieving,
profiteering criminal
in the world
passes through here
sooner or later.
What the civilized world
won't have finds a happy home
in Samoa.
Including Ben Pease?
That's his brig,
the Leanora,
right there.
Well, then,
shouldn't we go over there
and seize him
and his ship right now?
If you want Ben,
you don't knock
on his front door.
He wouldn't answer?
He'd blow
your brains out.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Hello, Henry.
Good to see you,
Bully.
Yeah, good to see you.
Hello, Bully.
Hello, darling.
MAN: Hello, Bully.
SAILOR: Hello, Bully.
BOY: Hey.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(DONKEY BRAYING)
(DOG BARKING)
Hi!
Hello, dear.
I'll be 10 minutes.
Coming about?
(MEN CHATTERING)
Well, he said 10 minutes.
Certainly not.
It's a post office I need.
(LAUGHING)
(MEN CHATTERING)
Jezebel.
JEZEBEL: Bully!
♪(FLUTE PLAYING )
Winky, my darling.
(YELLING)
Hello, Bully.
This is a group of orphans
I helped out many years ago.
(WINKY CHUCKLES)
Ganja!
Bully!
(GROANS)
Excuse me.
Thank you.
You here for the sale?
Sale?
Yeah, the big
blackbird sale today.
Blackbird sale? Where?
It's at the auction house.
You'll find some
good bargains there.
Girls. Boys.
Whatever you want.
Don't go over there!
You might get hurt.
I was a varsity
boxer at Harvard.
I can take care of myself.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
All right, Ganja Joe,
where is that
son of a bitch Ben Pease?
He's gotta...
He's got a girl for...
(GUN FIRING)
(GROANS)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
As I was saying,
where is Mr. Pease?
Get them barrels ready.
We're moving out.
Now?
Now!
And bring up
an empty one for the girl.
What's the matter?
Bully Hayes is here.
Get ready, young lady.
Where now, Mr. Pease?
Nowhere you'd know, pretty.
Don't be so sure.
Have you ever
heard of Ponape?
Hasn't everyone?
You've got two minutes.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(AUCTIONEER SHOUTING)
$5.20.
Yes, come along,
ladies and gentlemen.
This is a fine young worker,
plenty of muscles.
$5.25, $0.30, $0.35,
$0.40.
Get yourself, sir.
$0.45.
$5.45. Going at $5.45.
Called out at $5.45!
Thank you, sir.
Stop this!
Stop this!
You're slavers!
You're slavers!
(CROWD MUTTERING)
You're all slavers!
NATHANIEL: These people
were kidnapped by someone
called Ben Pease!
He is a murderer!
Get him outside.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(WHOOSHING)
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
(CHILDREN CLAMORING)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(MEN CHATTERING)
SOPHIE: Bully, they are
taking me to Ponape.
If you should read this
and not see me again,
know that I will always
remember you. Sophie.
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(GROANS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Pack her up.
Time to go.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CREW CHATTERING)
(LAUGHING)
BULLY: Come along, Mr. Blake.
(CREW LAUGHING)
Post your letter there,
Mr. Blake?
(ALL LAUGHING)
(COW MOOING)
BULLY: All right, boys,
listen up.
Everything is going
according to plan.
Do as I told you,
and we'll pick them off
one by one by one.
Here, Rats, look out.
RATBAG: Two on the way.
(SHOUTING)
(GROANS)
(WOMEN LAUGHING)
(SCREAMS)
Goodbye, sailor.
How many?
And then there were three.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(CHIRRUPING)
(SCREAMING)
BEN: Out of the way!
Get out of the way!
(GROANS)
Get out of the way!
Whoa. Whoa.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa!
BULLY: Ben!
Bully!
Ben, you have
something of mine.
And what could that be?
I think you know.
It couldn't be
the girl, surely?
Give her up, Ben,
or I'll tear your heart out
with my bare hands.
(BEN LAUGHING)
I'd like to oblige, but...
Oblige me, Ben!
Now, Bully,
you wouldn't want to go
and ruin our friendship
over some little floozie,
would you?
Where is she?
Stay out of this, boy.
Where is she?
You want her?
You have her.
(LAUGHING)
Don't!
(CHIRRUPING)
(BEN LAUGHING)
(SHOUTING)
Bully!
(GUN FIRING)
Thanks.
Come on!
You'd think this was
the bloody Kaiser's
birthday parade.
What the hell?
BULLY: We'll never
catch that monster.
I know where
they're going, Bully.
Yeah?
Ponape.
Ponape? You sure?
Well, you lost her now, then.
Ah, we'll never catch
them in the Rona.
Sorry, laddie.
BULLY AND NATHANIEL:
Forget the Rona.
(LAUGHING)
NATHANIEL:
We'll take Mr. Pease's ship.
It's a hell of a lot faster.
Very nice ship, eh?
Yes.
And you set nicely enough
to stealing them, too,
Reverend.
I owe it all to you.
(LAUGHING)
Not much of a drinker,
are you?
No.
Well, it's a useful habit,
sometimes.
Like now?
(BURPS)
(LAUGHING)
I'd like to apologize.
For what?
NATHANIEL: I was very
quick to judge you.
Oh, what do they say, son?
Don't judge, and let...
No. Let's see, judge not,
judge not, judge ye, not...
"Judge not,
lest ye be judged."
Matthew 7, Verse 1.
(CHUCKLING)
Hmm.
You knew what you were
doing in Samoa.
It would've worked out
if it wasn't for me.
Well, don't feel badly
'cause you don't know
(CHOKES)
your way around
a whorehouse.
No, I was a fool.
Well, you found out
where Pease is taking Sophie.
How'd you work
that one, anyway?
Open it.
It's to you.
I had suspected,
but I never knew for sure.
Oh, there's
nothing to know, Nate.
Can I call you Nate?
Nate, there's
nothing to know.
I looked at her.
I thought about her,
and I dreamed in
my mind that I...
Do you love her, Bully?
Yes.
I could,
but it doesn't matter, Nate.
She's yours.
Not if you love her, Bully.
Don't you love her?
Of course I love her,
but she loves you.
She wrote you the note.
Only because she thought
you were dead.
Billy...
She'd have never
written me a note.
Billy, I want you
to have her.
Bully.
Look, you're kind
of a rank old dog,
and I think
a woman like Sophie
would be good for you.
Oh, that's awful nice of you
to say that, Natty.
Oh, God.
But she's young!
And you're young!
And you love her!
You got curly hair.
Go on, have her.
You need her!
For what?
Wait a minute, Nate.
Let's let Sophie
decide her own fate.
Let's let her decide
which of us she'll have.
She has a mind of her own.
It's only fair.
Yeah.
She can make her own choice.
What if she decides
she doesn't want
either one of us?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
A good one. Oh, yeah.
There it is. Ponape.
Why is it so cold?
I wouldn't ask
too many questions
about Ponape, Captain.
You wouldn't
like the answers.
I don't like this place.
But it'll still make
a fine port
for your fatherland, eh?
Cold, evil, nasty, but cheap.
Ah.
Bloody strange place.
(MEN GRUNTING IN UNISON)
(MAN SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
We come in peace.
Otherwise,
we don't have a prayer.
(MAN SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(MEN HEAVING IN UNISON)
(MAN SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Very interesting engineering.
Engineering my ass.
It's magic!
Pease man, what bring?
Happy me good now.
This be White King.
Count. I'm a count.
He wouldn't know "count"
from a bucket of shit,
but he does know "king."
White King bring much gifts.
Go on, give it to him.
Uh, Your Majesty,
my Emperor...
You are the bloody emperor.
He doesn't deal
with second raters.
Your Majesty, I wish...
My country wishes
to use your island
as an anchorage
for its new naval vessels.
This is very important
for Germany,
very important for me.
How much?
As a small offering,
and as an indication
of the--the friendship
between our two...
Not enough.
Of course.
We have more.
BEN: Shrunken heads.
Ah.
Not enough.
Of course.
We have more.
More?
More what?
How badly do you want
your island, Emperor?
(MOANS)
You should feel
flattered, missy.
Not everyone gets
offered to the gods.
Just the women.
(LAUGHING)
There it is!
Around that point,
drop anchor.
Break out sidearms.
We're going ashore.
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(EXPLOSION)
♪(NATIVES CHANTING)
(GASPS)
You're gonna love the view.
(LAUGHING)
(EXPLOSION)
♪(CHANTING CONTINUES)
(EXPLOSION)
(EXPLOSION)
(SHOUTING)
(KING SPEAKING
NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(NATIVES CHANTING IN UNISON)
"The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
"He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures."
(CHANTING IN UNISON)
(EXPLOSION)
(GROANING)
(GROANING)
Interesting, ain't it?
It's disgusting.
They're savages.
Yep.
BLAKE: We'll never
get her out of that.
If we do save her, Mr. Blake,
I'll rely on you to save us.
Aye, sir.
Ready, Reverend?
Yeah.
Let's go.
(GROANING)
(EXPLOSION)
(NATIVE SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
Excuse me.
(NATIVE GRUNTS)
Hey, you put this fella
in a tight squeeze.
(MOANING)
(NATIVES CHANTING)
Bully!
Nathaniel!
But I thought...
It's all right.
It's all right.
(MAN SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Your Majesty.
(SCREAMING)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(GUNS FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
I should kill you
for getting me into all this!
(SCREAMING)
(GUNS FIRING)
(SCREAMING)
Well done, Blake.
Let's get back to the ship.
Aye, aye, sir.
(NATIVES SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING)
Here.
BLAKE: Come on, lads,
look lively!
Come on, now.
Put your backs into it.
Hayes, you bastard!
That bloody pirate's
stolen my ship!
Never mind,
we use a real one.
Come!
What now, eh, Captain?
Get your Bible out, Reverend.
Stand by to fire!
And fire!
(EXPLOSION)
Hold your course, Blake.
Next time I'll get him.
I need more speed, Captain.
Hold her steady
as she goes.
Come with me, Mr. Pease.
Up here, Mr. Pease.
It's here.
(MEN CHATTERING)
Elevation.
Three degrees.
Now I have him.
Stand by to fire!
And fire!
Get down!
Reload!
Blake.
Blake!
Aye, sir.
Hold your course,
and stand by
to come hard aport.
BLAKE: What if there's
rocks?
If there's rocks,
we'll run aground, Blake.
The man's mad!
He's heading
straight for the rocks!
Faster, Captain! Faster!
Now you shall see
what we can do, Mr. Pease.
Oh, no, no, no, I think
you're doing really fine.
Yep, that's real good.
Two degrees to port!
Two degrees to port!
COUNT: Faster!
Gun ready.
Stand by.
Stand by.
Now!
Madman!
Two degrees to port! Fast!
Stand by!
Fire!
(LAUGHING)
Damn!
Faster, Captain! Faster!
(MUMBLING)
All right, that's it!
Drop anchor and clear out!
Come on!
Go down to the fore and fife.
Go down to the fore and fife.
Great invention
this peashooter of yours.
Mr. Pease!
Faster, into the headland!
Into the headland.
This is my ship, Mr. Pease.
And that's obvious.
Get it into the headland.
More speed, Captain!
More speed!
More speed! More speed!
Tight, into the headland.
(EXCLAIMS IN GERMAN)
There she is!
Hard to port! Hard to port!
(CHUCKLING)
Give them hell!
Hold fast.
(GROANING)
RATBAG: They got Blake!
(GUNS FIRING)
(SHOUTING)
Take that.
(SCREAMING)
Let's go, lads.
Come on, lads!
BULLY: Let's go.
(ALL SCREAMING)
Sophie! Come on!
Sophie!
(BULLETS RICOCHETING)
Come on down
the stairs!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
Nate, look out!
(GROANS)
Drop the shutters!
We have been boarded!
CAPTAIN: Count Von Rittenberg,
we have been boarded!
Never mind!
They are like
fleas on our back.
Secure the bridge.
Secure the doors.
What can they do?
(CHUCKLING)
What can we do?
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(CHORTLING)
Get those muskets.
All right,
jam up the links.
Come on!
Engine room. After you.
Thank you.
Count, they are
blocking the eyeholes!
They are all over the decks.
Everywhere! At the magazine.
I can no longer see.
No matter, I can see.
Hard to port.
Hard to port.
We will circle around
and bring our gun
to bear on their ship.
My ship!
Captain, it's jammed.
Count,
the steering is jammed!
You cannot turn?
Of course you can turn!
I repeat, it is jammed.
I can no longer turn!
Then use the engines.
Go to full astern.
(CLINKING)
Why do we not move?
Engine room,
go to full astern.
Engine room!
(METALLIC RATTLING)
Damn idiot!
You couldn't sail
this mechanical whale
if it was a tin toy
in your own bathtub!
(METALLIC CLANKING)
Mr. Pease,
I am going to
sink their ship.
It isn't their ship!
Anyway, they're all
over the top of yours.
Gunter, my sword.
Call out the guard.
Now what the hell
are you gonna do?
To show them that
the German fighting machine
is more than
just metal ships.
Oh, the honor of
the Von Rittenbergs
is at stake, huh?
Well, you don't mind
if I just watch?
You don't have
any honor, do you?
You coward!
Like I said,
it interferes with business,
Count.
(CHUCKLING)
BULLY: Nate.
They'll be steering
a straight course
for quite a while.
If the engine's
still working.
Though highly doubtful,
Captain.
Let's get the hell
out of here, then.
Captain Hayes.
Admiral.
Count.
Whatever.
(SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(SOPHIE GROANING)
Sophie!
I'll be right there!
Come here, darling.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
Shit!
Bully!
Are you done?
Oh, hell, yes.
Let's go!
Lieutenant.
Bring this gun to port.
But, Mr. Pease...
Lieutenant,
bring this gun around.
(GUN FIRING)
Yes, sir.
(GRUNTING)
Move it faster!
Faster, you idiot!
Keep it moving!
Come on!
Thanks, Pog.
Nate. Come on.
A little more!
Put some muscle into it!
That's it.
That's it. That's it.
That's it.
Just a few more inches.
(GRUNTING)
And stop!
Stand by to fire!
Bully!
This one's for you!
Let's go!
Where do you want me
to take you this time?
(COUGHING)
That was 18 months ago.
I dropped them off in Manila.
They wanted to go back home,
try their hand
at civilization.
I got restless,
wanted to do
something worthwhile.
That's a sin I picked up
from Nate, I guess.
BULLY: So I started running
guns to the anti-colonialists.
That's what brought me
here today.
A most intriguing story,
Captain.
REPORTER: May I ask you
some questions?
(SIGHS)
How are you gonna
get out of this one, Bully?
Sweet talk.
(LAUGHING)
Do you wish me to pray
for your soul, my son?
What's it gonna cost?
Nothing, to look
in the Good Book, my son.
No thanks, padre.
Reverend.
Reverend.
Are you ready to go?
I'm ready to go, Father.
(SHOUTS)
(GROANING)
Sophie! Now!
Let's go!
Hup! Hup! Hup!
Hup! Hup! Hup!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Bully, come on!
Hup!
(HORSES NEIGHING)
(CHOKING)
Take that one!
(CHIRRUPING)
(GUN FIRING)
(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CHIRRUPING)
Looks like we're
out of land, Reverend.
NATHANIEL: It's all right,
Bully. Come on!
Just close your eyes.
It's not a bad idea, eh?
That's not an idea!
It sure beats
the alternative!
(SOLDIER SHOUTING)
(GUNS FIRING)
NATHANIEL: Here we go!
(BULLY SHOUTING)
BULLY: God, have mercy!
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(BULLY COUGHING)
Oh! I prefer
the alternative.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GUN FIRING)
Hold steady there.
Nate, get in the boat.
Nate, come on.
Nate, get in the boat!
I'm being shot at!
I'm in. I'm in.
Come back.
Row! Row!
(GUNS FIRING)