Trilogy Deleted Scenes
Ahoy there! These are the transcriptions of the DMC and AWE deleted scenes ONLY. The COTBP ones won't be made because I'm too lazy.
[Beckett flips over the Letters of Marque, plopping it on his desk, gestures for Norrington to come over with two fingers.]
Beckett: [as he approaches the table] If you intend to claim these, then you must have something to trade. Do you have the compass?
Norrington: ...Better. [produces the bag containing Davy Jones' heart and it plunks onto the desk.] The heart of Davy Jones.
[Beckett takes a closer look at it as flies surround it. He takes a deep breath with his nose. Stands up, opens the bag. Norrington crosses his arms.]
Beckett: [still looking inside] It's remarkable.
Norrington: [off-screen] I take it I've won commission as a privateer?
Beckett: [very evil sly-ish look, moves away from chair] Oh...I think...better.
[Shot of Beckett opening the sword's case, walks away from it, Norrington peers at it in place of him]
Beckett: Reinstatement of your former rank and status, all rights and priviliges attendant. [looks out the balcony, then faces Norrington, who swipes out the sword] ...And I think a promotion is due as well. Do you agree...Admiral Norrington?
[Norrington gazes at his scraggly reflection in the blade, then flips it over his wrist, swordpoint at the heart.]
Norrington: Give the order, sir.
Beckett: [holding out arm] No, no, no, no, [Norrington looks back at him] that'll be terribly imprudent. Where's the profit in killing Jones when instead you can add another ship to your fleet? [throws open the balcony's doors, where outside everyone is staring at the Flying Dutchman as it rises out of the depths.] The Flying Dutchman. [Mercer and Norrington join him; to Norrington] Whoever controls the heart of Davy Jones...controls the sea.
[Shot of the crew in a line, Davy Jones in the middle. He removes his hat in salute, sneers slightly. Back at the office, the cartographer approaches the trio.]
Cartographer: The map is finished, sir.
[They turn around, Beckett goes on forward to the mural.]
Beckett: ...Just the way I imagined it.
Beckett: [as he approaches the table] If you intend to claim these, then you must have something to trade. Do you have the compass?
Norrington: ...Better. [produces the bag containing Davy Jones' heart and it plunks onto the desk.] The heart of Davy Jones.
[Beckett takes a closer look at it as flies surround it. He takes a deep breath with his nose. Stands up, opens the bag. Norrington crosses his arms.]
Beckett: [still looking inside] It's remarkable.
Norrington: [off-screen] I take it I've won commission as a privateer?
Beckett: [very evil sly-ish look, moves away from chair] Oh...I think...better.
[Shot of Beckett opening the sword's case, walks away from it, Norrington peers at it in place of him]
Beckett: Reinstatement of your former rank and status, all rights and priviliges attendant. [looks out the balcony, then faces Norrington, who swipes out the sword] ...And I think a promotion is due as well. Do you agree...Admiral Norrington?
[Norrington gazes at his scraggly reflection in the blade, then flips it over his wrist, swordpoint at the heart.]
Norrington: Give the order, sir.
Beckett: [holding out arm] No, no, no, no, [Norrington looks back at him] that'll be terribly imprudent. Where's the profit in killing Jones when instead you can add another ship to your fleet? [throws open the balcony's doors, where outside everyone is staring at the Flying Dutchman as it rises out of the depths.] The Flying Dutchman. [Mercer and Norrington join him; to Norrington] Whoever controls the heart of Davy Jones...controls the sea.
[Shot of the crew in a line, Davy Jones in the middle. He removes his hat in salute, sneers slightly. Back at the office, the cartographer approaches the trio.]
Cartographer: The map is finished, sir.
[They turn around, Beckett goes on forward to the mural.]
Beckett: ...Just the way I imagined it.
Norrington (note: presumably, according to the subtitles on the DVD): Charge your bayonets!
[He opens the chest, the rest of the EITC soldiers point their rifles at the heart. Just then Governor Swann bursts in. He grabs a bayonet as he hyperventilates, aiming it towards the heart.]
Norrington: GOVERNOR!
[He grabs his wrists, trying to subdue him. They struggle, then Swann finally speaks.]
Swann: [hoarsely and shakily as if he's been crying for a long time] I-It's true...? She's dead...Elizabeth's dead...[sobs on Norrington's arm]
Norrington: [moves his mouth a bit, looks like he's saying "What...?"; to a soldier] Withdraw, Corporal. [the corporal just blinks and stares] LEAVE!!!!!
[The EITC soldiers withdraw their weapons and file out the door. Norrington and Swann are still grabbing each others arms as Davy Jones enters.]
Swann: [faintly] ...Let me go...
Davy Jones: Let him go.
[Norrington instantly pulls his pistol straight at Jones]
Swann: [angrily] STAY BACK!!!! [hoarsely] I will kill you!
Davy Jones: And are you prepared for what comes after? [steps towards them] When I carved that traitorous vessel from my body, I cast upon it a terrible geis-uh. If you stab my heart, yours must take its place. [Swann glances at the beating heart] The crew are not bound to ME-uh. THEY are bound to the Dutchman. And the Dutchman...must have a captain. [slight meaningful look] ...Will ye serve-uh?
Swann: [weakly] ...N-no... [tries to proceed stabbing the heart but to no avail]
Beckett: [off-screen] GOVERNOR! [Mercer appears next to him] Your daughter is still alive.
Swann: [not crying anymore] ...What?
Mercer: I saw her myself, in Singapore.
Swann: [as if this is a joke] Hah...no... [Jones looks at him] You're all liars.
Beckett: [walks over to him] No. Jones is...merely cruel. I am perhaps guilty for the sin of omission. [very quietly] ...For which I apologize.
Norrington: [sideways to Swann] Governor. [he looks at him reluctantly; low] There is still hope. Please. [blinks and nods towards to the bayonet]
[Swann looks away, mistrustful, jerks his hand free from Norrington's grasp. Places the bayonet in his hand. Walks away without a word, but stops between Davy Jones and Beckett.]
Swann: [to Beckett] Our association has ended.
[Davy Jones makes a "LAWL :D" look.]
Beckett: [has not turned around; to Jones] You're dismissed, Captain.
[Jones' smile fades. Norrington puts away his pistol as he walks off.]
Beckett: Thank you, Admiral.
[Norrington huffs, as if thinking, "Don't mention it." Before he leaves, Beckett holds out his hand. Slaps the key into it. Continues. Beckett pockets it.]
Mercer: He's a sly one, that Jones. Who's going to kill him? If they know they'd be (?)
Beckett: [approaching the chest] I can order Admiral Norrington's silence. He'll obey; it's what he does. [peers inside]
Mercer: And the governor?
Beckett: ...Yes. [as he closes the chest] Well, every man should have a secret he carries with him to his grave.
[He opens the chest, the rest of the EITC soldiers point their rifles at the heart. Just then Governor Swann bursts in. He grabs a bayonet as he hyperventilates, aiming it towards the heart.]
Norrington: GOVERNOR!
[He grabs his wrists, trying to subdue him. They struggle, then Swann finally speaks.]
Swann: [hoarsely and shakily as if he's been crying for a long time] I-It's true...? She's dead...Elizabeth's dead...[sobs on Norrington's arm]
Norrington: [moves his mouth a bit, looks like he's saying "What...?"; to a soldier] Withdraw, Corporal. [the corporal just blinks and stares] LEAVE!!!!!
[The EITC soldiers withdraw their weapons and file out the door. Norrington and Swann are still grabbing each others arms as Davy Jones enters.]
Swann: [faintly] ...Let me go...
Davy Jones: Let him go.
[Norrington instantly pulls his pistol straight at Jones]
Swann: [angrily] STAY BACK!!!! [hoarsely] I will kill you!
Davy Jones: And are you prepared for what comes after? [steps towards them] When I carved that traitorous vessel from my body, I cast upon it a terrible geis-uh. If you stab my heart, yours must take its place. [Swann glances at the beating heart] The crew are not bound to ME-uh. THEY are bound to the Dutchman. And the Dutchman...must have a captain. [slight meaningful look] ...Will ye serve-uh?
Swann: [weakly] ...N-no... [tries to proceed stabbing the heart but to no avail]
Beckett: [off-screen] GOVERNOR! [Mercer appears next to him] Your daughter is still alive.
Swann: [not crying anymore] ...What?
Mercer: I saw her myself, in Singapore.
Swann: [as if this is a joke] Hah...no... [Jones looks at him] You're all liars.
Beckett: [walks over to him] No. Jones is...merely cruel. I am perhaps guilty for the sin of omission. [very quietly] ...For which I apologize.
Norrington: [sideways to Swann] Governor. [he looks at him reluctantly; low] There is still hope. Please. [blinks and nods towards to the bayonet]
[Swann looks away, mistrustful, jerks his hand free from Norrington's grasp. Places the bayonet in his hand. Walks away without a word, but stops between Davy Jones and Beckett.]
Swann: [to Beckett] Our association has ended.
[Davy Jones makes a "LAWL :D" look.]
Beckett: [has not turned around; to Jones] You're dismissed, Captain.
[Jones' smile fades. Norrington puts away his pistol as he walks off.]
Beckett: Thank you, Admiral.
[Norrington huffs, as if thinking, "Don't mention it." Before he leaves, Beckett holds out his hand. Slaps the key into it. Continues. Beckett pockets it.]
Mercer: He's a sly one, that Jones. Who's going to kill him? If they know they'd be (?)
Beckett: [approaching the chest] I can order Admiral Norrington's silence. He'll obey; it's what he does. [peers inside]
Mercer: And the governor?
Beckett: ...Yes. [as he closes the chest] Well, every man should have a secret he carries with him to his grave.
[Side shot of the Black Pearl sailing to Shipwreck Island, it goes towards the side of it, and the camera pans around, showing it going into a cavern. Inside, lots of crew members hold torches to light the way. They stare at the cave's walls.]
Pintel: What is this place?
Ragetti: I don't know, but I don't like it.
Barbossa: [turns around] Welcome to the Devil's Throat. [meaningful look at each of them, then moves away. Ragetti clutches and strokes his neck nervously.]
[Gibbs looks up at the ceiling, then goes towards Jack at the wheel.]
Gibbs: It's deep enough for the ship's draw. I would never have believed it.
Jack: [flatly] If you knew how many died while dredging it, you'd believe it.
[Gibbs nods; scene cuts to the revolving shot of Shipwreck Cove]
Pintel: What is this place?
Ragetti: I don't know, but I don't like it.
Barbossa: [turns around] Welcome to the Devil's Throat. [meaningful look at each of them, then moves away. Ragetti clutches and strokes his neck nervously.]
[Gibbs looks up at the ceiling, then goes towards Jack at the wheel.]
Gibbs: It's deep enough for the ship's draw. I would never have believed it.
Jack: [flatly] If you knew how many died while dredging it, you'd believe it.
[Gibbs nods; scene cuts to the revolving shot of Shipwreck Cove]
[Familiar shot of the longboats going to Tia Dalma's shack, etc.]
Will: What is it that has Jack spooked?
Gibbs: Jack has run afoul of none other than Davy Jones himself. Thinks he's only safe on land. If he goes out to open water, he'll be taken.
Will: Taken.
Gibbs: Aye.
Will: [smiling humorously] ...Taken.
Gibbs: [creepy nod] Aye.
Will: By Davy Jones.
Gibbs: Well, I'll tell ye. If you believe such things, there's a beast that does the bidding of Davy Jones. A fearful creature with giant tentacles that'll suction your face CLEAN OFF, [Ragetti touches his face nervously] and drag a ship down to the crushing darkness. The Kraken. [Will's eyes very slightly widen. Pintel and Ragetti glance at each other as Marty turns around.] They say the stench of its breath is like...[shudders]...imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the ROAR of the Kraken and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses. [reasurring them] If you believe such things.
Will: [confused] Never thought Jack the type to be afraid of dying.
Gibbs: Aye, but with Jones, it ain't about the dying. It's about the punishment. Think of the worst fate you can conjure for yourself, stretching on and on forever. Well...that awaits you in Davy Jones' Locker.
Will: [nodding] And the key can save him from that?
Gibbs: Well, that's the very question Jack wants answered. Bad enough even to go visit...her.
Will: [raises eyebrow] ...Her?
Gibbs: [very creepily and firmly] Aye!
[A bird squawks very loudly somewhere, flutters away. Everyone looks nervous, but Will simply props up the rifle he's holding. Glances at Gibbs.]
Gibbs: [sees him, looks away] ...Aye.
Will: What is it that has Jack spooked?
Gibbs: Jack has run afoul of none other than Davy Jones himself. Thinks he's only safe on land. If he goes out to open water, he'll be taken.
Will: Taken.
Gibbs: Aye.
Will: [smiling humorously] ...Taken.
Gibbs: [creepy nod] Aye.
Will: By Davy Jones.
Gibbs: Well, I'll tell ye. If you believe such things, there's a beast that does the bidding of Davy Jones. A fearful creature with giant tentacles that'll suction your face CLEAN OFF, [Ragetti touches his face nervously] and drag a ship down to the crushing darkness. The Kraken. [Will's eyes very slightly widen. Pintel and Ragetti glance at each other as Marty turns around.] They say the stench of its breath is like...[shudders]...imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the ROAR of the Kraken and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses. [reasurring them] If you believe such things.
Will: [confused] Never thought Jack the type to be afraid of dying.
Gibbs: Aye, but with Jones, it ain't about the dying. It's about the punishment. Think of the worst fate you can conjure for yourself, stretching on and on forever. Well...that awaits you in Davy Jones' Locker.
Will: [nodding] And the key can save him from that?
Gibbs: Well, that's the very question Jack wants answered. Bad enough even to go visit...her.
Will: [raises eyebrow] ...Her?
Gibbs: [very creepily and firmly] Aye!
[A bird squawks very loudly somewhere, flutters away. Everyone looks nervous, but Will simply props up the rifle he's holding. Glances at Gibbs.]
Gibbs: [sees him, looks away] ...Aye.
[Familiar shot of Will being dumped onto the bottom deck of the Flying Dutchman after being whipped and etc.]
Bootstrap: Will.
Will: [jerks away from him to nearby rigging to steady himself] I don't need your help!
Bootstrap: The Bo'sun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone, with every swing. [tosses Will's vest onto the rope]
Will: So I'm to understand what you did was an act of compassion?!
Bootstrap: Yes.
Will: Then I guess I am my father's son. [normal voice] For nearly a year now, I've been telling myself I killed you - to save you. [picks up his vest, walks off]
Bootstrap: You killed me?
Will: I lifted the curse you were under knowing it would mean your death. But at least you would no longer suffer the fate handed to you by Barbossa.
Bootstrap: [confused look] Who...Who's Barbossa?
Will: [turns around] Barbossa. The man who condemned you to a life at the bottom of the ocean.
Bootstrap: [walks over to him] Those who've done things to you, you tend to forget. But it's the things you've done to others...those are the things that hang on. [they go below deck] It's the gift and the lie given by Jones. You make the deal, join the crew, you think you're cheating the powers. But it's not reprivation you've found. It's oblivion. [Will glances at him] You begin to forget. [they go towards Wyvern] Losing who you were, bit by bit, until you end up...end up like poor Wyvern here.
Bootstrap: Will.
Will: [jerks away from him to nearby rigging to steady himself] I don't need your help!
Bootstrap: The Bo'sun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone, with every swing. [tosses Will's vest onto the rope]
Will: So I'm to understand what you did was an act of compassion?!
Bootstrap: Yes.
Will: Then I guess I am my father's son. [normal voice] For nearly a year now, I've been telling myself I killed you - to save you. [picks up his vest, walks off]
Bootstrap: You killed me?
Will: I lifted the curse you were under knowing it would mean your death. But at least you would no longer suffer the fate handed to you by Barbossa.
Bootstrap: [confused look] Who...Who's Barbossa?
Will: [turns around] Barbossa. The man who condemned you to a life at the bottom of the ocean.
Bootstrap: [walks over to him] Those who've done things to you, you tend to forget. But it's the things you've done to others...those are the things that hang on. [they go below deck] It's the gift and the lie given by Jones. You make the deal, join the crew, you think you're cheating the powers. But it's not reprivation you've found. It's oblivion. [Will glances at him] You begin to forget. [they go towards Wyvern] Losing who you were, bit by bit, until you end up...end up like poor Wyvern here.
Will: I'm losing her, Jack. Every step I make for my father...is a step away from Elizabeth.
Jack: Mate, if you choose to lock your heart away, you'd lose her for certain. But if I might offer an exceedingly simple solution: don't save your father. [places hands on his hips, looking really satisfied]
Will: [makes a "WTF?" look] ...I have to. I can't turn my back on her.
Jack: "Can't" is a matter of fact. You can if you want but you won't. That makes you the matter of choice. [goes over to him] It's what life is, boyo. Choices...of all the things you can do, what will you do? [Will regards the knife in his hand, turning it around] Now, if I might lend a machete to your intellectual thicket, avoid the choice altogether. [Will stares at him] Change the facts. Let someone else dispatch Jones. [smiles interestedly at the very thought]
Jack: Mate, if you choose to lock your heart away, you'd lose her for certain. But if I might offer an exceedingly simple solution: don't save your father. [places hands on his hips, looking really satisfied]
Will: [makes a "WTF?" look] ...I have to. I can't turn my back on her.
Jack: "Can't" is a matter of fact. You can if you want but you won't. That makes you the matter of choice. [goes over to him] It's what life is, boyo. Choices...of all the things you can do, what will you do? [Will regards the knife in his hand, turning it around] Now, if I might lend a machete to your intellectual thicket, avoid the choice altogether. [Will stares at him] Change the facts. Let someone else dispatch Jones. [smiles interestedly at the very thought]
[Familiar shot of the Black Pearl sailing to Isla Cruces. Norrington pulls out his wig from a bucket and scrubs the deck. Jack's boot steps in front of him, blocking the sunlight. Norrington looks up.]
Jack: A bit of manual labor is good for you, former Commodore. Builds character. [smiles smugly]
[Norrington glares at him, resisting the urge to strangle him (yes, I took that from the DMC script) . Jack taps his foot. Norrington jerks the wig away, then scrubs furiously on the toe of Jack's boot. Jack walks away after a moment. He sneaks up behind Elizabeth, who's studying the Letters of Marque. Snatches right out of her hands.]
Elizabeth: How dare you!
Jack: These Letters of Marque are meant to go to me, are they not? [spies the signature on the bottom] ...Beckett.
Gibbs: Beckett?
Elizabeth: [to Gibbs] Yes, they're signed. [leans close to look at the letters] Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company.
Jack: Bleaaaaurgh!
Jack: A bit of manual labor is good for you, former Commodore. Builds character. [smiles smugly]
[Norrington glares at him, resisting the urge to strangle him (yes, I took that from the DMC script) . Jack taps his foot. Norrington jerks the wig away, then scrubs furiously on the toe of Jack's boot. Jack walks away after a moment. He sneaks up behind Elizabeth, who's studying the Letters of Marque. Snatches right out of her hands.]
Elizabeth: How dare you!
Jack: These Letters of Marque are meant to go to me, are they not? [spies the signature on the bottom] ...Beckett.
Gibbs: Beckett?
Elizabeth: [to Gibbs] Yes, they're signed. [leans close to look at the letters] Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company.
Jack: Bleaaaaurgh!
FD Jack: [opens his eyes crustily] Stab the heart. [the other Jacks look at him; pulls himself free from the wall] Live forever as captain of the Flying Dutchman. [reaches up, yanks out his brain] Then again... [squishes the brain] ...if you're in the brig...who's to stab the heart?
Hallucination Jack 1: Does seem to put immortality a bit out of reach.
Hallucination Jack 2: Poppycock.
Hallucination Jack 1: Poppycock? [FD Jack licks his brain] Never said "poppycock" before.
Jack: Never even THOUGHT "poppycock".
Hallucination Jack 2: [reaches into Jack's hair, digs through it] Just then, you did.
Jack: I did not.
Hallucination Jack 2: Oh! [pulls out a peanut] Peanut. [eats it]
Hallucination Jack 1: [points at FD Jack, who's squeezing the brain repeatedly] Should he be doing that?
[FD Jack looks up, looking a lot like Sam from Benny and Joon with his puppy-eyed look. Then he faces the brain, menacing look on his face like a hunter stalking its prey. BITES into the brain with a sickening squish.]
Jack: [eyes closing in pain] OW!!!! [opens them] Bugger!
FD Jack: [nomming the brain, eyes rolling into his head as if enjoying the snack] Nurm, nomnomnom...
Jack: [fingers to his head] Oooh, stop it, stop it, you're giving me a terrible headache! [sudden epiphany] Whelp.
Hallucination Jack 2: Think like the whelp.
[FD Jack stops chewing, glances up]
Hallucination Jack 1: Does seem to put immortality a bit out of reach.
Hallucination Jack 2: Poppycock.
Hallucination Jack 1: Poppycock? [FD Jack licks his brain] Never said "poppycock" before.
Jack: Never even THOUGHT "poppycock".
Hallucination Jack 2: [reaches into Jack's hair, digs through it] Just then, you did.
Jack: I did not.
Hallucination Jack 2: Oh! [pulls out a peanut] Peanut. [eats it]
Hallucination Jack 1: [points at FD Jack, who's squeezing the brain repeatedly] Should he be doing that?
[FD Jack looks up, looking a lot like Sam from Benny and Joon with his puppy-eyed look. Then he faces the brain, menacing look on his face like a hunter stalking its prey. BITES into the brain with a sickening squish.]
Jack: [eyes closing in pain] OW!!!! [opens them] Bugger!
FD Jack: [nomming the brain, eyes rolling into his head as if enjoying the snack] Nurm, nomnomnom...
Jack: [fingers to his head] Oooh, stop it, stop it, you're giving me a terrible headache! [sudden epiphany] Whelp.
Hallucination Jack 2: Think like the whelp.
[FD Jack stops chewing, glances up]
[Familiar shot of Barbossa and Elizabeth entering the bathhouse. It cuts to Tia Dalma, Jack the Monkey, and Cotton's parrot at the hurdy-gurdy on a bridge. Jack the Monkey plays "Hoist the Colours" on it, cranking the lever. Just then EITC guards walk over. One of them scoops up Jack with his bayonet. Cuts again to Gibbs and the others filing away at the bars.]
Gibbs: [notices that the music has stopped] Shhh!
[Ragetti files a bit more than usual, then goes silent]
[The guards poke around at the hay at the bottom of the hurdy-gurdy. One guard (who looks like someone I've seen before xD) approaches Tia Dalma.]
Guard: You can't be here.
Tia Dalma: [not looking at him] Your mother always knew it was you who threw the linens down the well. [faces him mysteriously] But she forgave you for it.
Guard: ...How did you know that?
Tia Dalma: [whispers] The canaries.
[Shot of the PARAKEETS (not canaries) twittering around. The guard is taken aback, then he and the others move on. Jack the Monkey continues cranking the shaft. Gibbs and the crew also continue filing the bars.]
Gibbs: [notices that the music has stopped] Shhh!
[Ragetti files a bit more than usual, then goes silent]
[The guards poke around at the hay at the bottom of the hurdy-gurdy. One guard (who looks like someone I've seen before xD) approaches Tia Dalma.]
Guard: You can't be here.
Tia Dalma: [not looking at him] Your mother always knew it was you who threw the linens down the well. [faces him mysteriously] But she forgave you for it.
Guard: ...How did you know that?
Tia Dalma: [whispers] The canaries.
[Shot of the PARAKEETS (not canaries) twittering around. The guard is taken aback, then he and the others move on. Jack the Monkey continues cranking the shaft. Gibbs and the crew also continue filing the bars.]
[Familiar shot of the Cartographer carefully painting the Philippines. Several guards enter with Will. Beckett is speaking to Mercer (unaudible).]
Guard: Lord Beckett, the prisoner as ordered.
Beckett: [gesturing at the shackles] Those won't be necessary.
[The guard nods, then removes them. Beckett hands some papers to Mercer, who goes outside to the balcony.]
Will: You intend to release Elizabeth as well?
Beckett: [in the background, Mercer leads some lieutenants away] That's entirely up to you.
Will: [goes over to a small table] Really? Then I'll just pop out and tell the guards to let her go.
Beckett: [sets a glass down] Clarifying: That's entirely DEPENDENT on you. [uncorks a glass bottle] The East India Trading Company has need of your services.
Will: [looks away, thinking] What is the East India Trading Company doing in the Caribbean?
Beckett: Well, we are...east of India, [explaining by moving his hand] just...the long way around. [pours a glass full of some sort of wine] After all, when goods don't cross borders, then armies will. [raises glass]
Guard: Lord Beckett, the prisoner as ordered.
Beckett: [gesturing at the shackles] Those won't be necessary.
[The guard nods, then removes them. Beckett hands some papers to Mercer, who goes outside to the balcony.]
Will: You intend to release Elizabeth as well?
Beckett: [in the background, Mercer leads some lieutenants away] That's entirely up to you.
Will: [goes over to a small table] Really? Then I'll just pop out and tell the guards to let her go.
Beckett: [sets a glass down] Clarifying: That's entirely DEPENDENT on you. [uncorks a glass bottle] The East India Trading Company has need of your services.
Will: [looks away, thinking] What is the East India Trading Company doing in the Caribbean?
Beckett: Well, we are...east of India, [explaining by moving his hand] just...the long way around. [pours a glass full of some sort of wine] After all, when goods don't cross borders, then armies will. [raises glass]
Pintel: I've always heard it said "Kray-ken".
Ragetti: [off-screen] What, with a long "a"?
Pintel: Uh-huh.
Ragetti: Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh. "Krock-en"'s how it's pronounced in the original Scandinavian, [Elizabeth and Norrington exchange looks] and "Krack-en"'s closer to that.
Pintel: Well, we ain't original Scandinavians, are we? "Kray-ken."
Ragetti: It's a mythological creature, I can calls it what I wants!
[Jack grips his jar of dirt tightly. Cuts to him throwing his coat into the longboat, picks up a shovel.]
Jack: Guard the boat, mind the tide. Don't touch my dirt. [walks away with a nauseous look on his face]
Ragetti: [taps Pintel on the shoulder] You were wrong about to-may-to, if I recall.
Pintel: I like to-mah-toes.
[Ragetti merely smiles slightly and nods]
[Familiar wide shot of Norrington, Jack, and Elizabeth crossing through shallow waters of Isla Cruces. Jack goes on ahead while Elizabeth and Norrington stop. Elizabeth glances at the compass.]
Norrington: I didn't expect anybody to be here.
Elizabeth: [looks around, then spies the ruined church in the distance] There's not.
Norrington: You know this place?
Elizabeth: [sighs] Stories. Isla Cruces. The Church came to the island and brought salvation...and disease...and death. They say that the priest had to bury everybody, one by one. He went mad and hung himself.
Norrington: Better mad with the rest of the world than sane alone.
[Elizabeth gives him a look. Norrington glances back. Jack approaches them.]
Jack: No fraternizing with the help, love.
[He extends his arm. Elizabeth goes on. Still has his arm out.]
Norrington: Oh, after YOU, sir. [swings his arm]
[Jack doesn't comply, puts down his arm and offers the shovel from his other arm. Norrington grabs it and glares at Jack, who just smiles sneakily.]
Ragetti: [off-screen] What, with a long "a"?
Pintel: Uh-huh.
Ragetti: Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh. "Krock-en"'s how it's pronounced in the original Scandinavian, [Elizabeth and Norrington exchange looks] and "Krack-en"'s closer to that.
Pintel: Well, we ain't original Scandinavians, are we? "Kray-ken."
Ragetti: It's a mythological creature, I can calls it what I wants!
[Jack grips his jar of dirt tightly. Cuts to him throwing his coat into the longboat, picks up a shovel.]
Jack: Guard the boat, mind the tide. Don't touch my dirt. [walks away with a nauseous look on his face]
Ragetti: [taps Pintel on the shoulder] You were wrong about to-may-to, if I recall.
Pintel: I like to-mah-toes.
[Ragetti merely smiles slightly and nods]
[Familiar wide shot of Norrington, Jack, and Elizabeth crossing through shallow waters of Isla Cruces. Jack goes on ahead while Elizabeth and Norrington stop. Elizabeth glances at the compass.]
Norrington: I didn't expect anybody to be here.
Elizabeth: [looks around, then spies the ruined church in the distance] There's not.
Norrington: You know this place?
Elizabeth: [sighs] Stories. Isla Cruces. The Church came to the island and brought salvation...and disease...and death. They say that the priest had to bury everybody, one by one. He went mad and hung himself.
Norrington: Better mad with the rest of the world than sane alone.
[Elizabeth gives him a look. Norrington glances back. Jack approaches them.]
Jack: No fraternizing with the help, love.
[He extends his arm. Elizabeth goes on. Still has his arm out.]
Norrington: Oh, after YOU, sir. [swings his arm]
[Jack doesn't comply, puts down his arm and offers the shovel from his other arm. Norrington grabs it and glares at Jack, who just smiles sneakily.]
[Jack the Monkey screeches as he crawls across the rigging.]
Will: Jack.
Jack: [looks back down at Will] Uh?
Will: Elizabeth is in danger.
Jack: [walks fast-paced towards the wheel] Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her, maybe just lock her up somewhere?
Will: [follows him] She is locked up, in a prison, bound to hang for helping you.
Jack: There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes.
Will: [grabs LeJon's sword and swoops it at Jack's neck] I need that compass of yours, Jack. I must trade it for her freedom.
Jack: So... [flips the blade to his other shoulder] you get the compass, [they revolve around each other] you rescue your bonnie lass yet again, [they stop] where's my profit?
Will: I will deliver to you the Letters of Marque. You will be granted full pardon, commissioned as a privateer in service to England. [flips the sword over]
Jack: [eyes the sword, thinks] Accepting those things is what you want me to do for you. Agreed. But what will YOU do for ME?
Will: [long pause] ...Anything.
[Jack smiles rather evilly, then flips the sword away. Goes over to Gibbs.]
Jack: Mr. Gibbs!
Gibbs: Cap'n.
Jack: We have a need to travel upriver.
Will: Jack.
Jack: [looks back down at Will] Uh?
Will: Elizabeth is in danger.
Jack: [walks fast-paced towards the wheel] Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her, maybe just lock her up somewhere?
Will: [follows him] She is locked up, in a prison, bound to hang for helping you.
Jack: There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes.
Will: [grabs LeJon's sword and swoops it at Jack's neck] I need that compass of yours, Jack. I must trade it for her freedom.
Jack: So... [flips the blade to his other shoulder] you get the compass, [they revolve around each other] you rescue your bonnie lass yet again, [they stop] where's my profit?
Will: I will deliver to you the Letters of Marque. You will be granted full pardon, commissioned as a privateer in service to England. [flips the sword over]
Jack: [eyes the sword, thinks] Accepting those things is what you want me to do for you. Agreed. But what will YOU do for ME?
Will: [long pause] ...Anything.
[Jack smiles rather evilly, then flips the sword away. Goes over to Gibbs.]
Jack: Mr. Gibbs!
Gibbs: Cap'n.
Jack: We have a need to travel upriver.
[Davy Jones steps down the stairs, eyeing Will and the crew]
Davy Jones: I accept, mate. [thunder crashes behind him]
[Two of the crew set down the game board, cups and dice, etc. Will picks up one of the die.]
Will: I wager everything I own.
Davy Jones: [pushes through the crew] I only bet on what's dearest to a man's heart. [holds out his palm, Maccus plops some dice into it] Else there's no way to tell if he's bluffing. [Greenbeard sets down a cup in front of him as the dice sticks to his tentacular finger] What a man is willing to risk, or not to risk, that's a measure of his soul. [unsticks the dice, one by one they plop into the cup]
Will: I wager a hundred years of service.
Bootstrap: No!
Davy Jones: Against your freedom?
Will: [picks up the cup with the dice inside and shakes it] Against my father's freedom. [glances at Boostrap]
[He looks worried; Davy Jones sneers at him, smoke puffing out his side hole things. Sips his pipe, more smoke puffs out his mouth and holes as he speaks.]
Davy Jones: Agreed.
[He shakes his own cup, and at the same time he and Will slam it face-down on the board. Will peers under his cup, a three and several sixes. Covers the dice again.]
Will: Two threes.
Davy Jones: You're a desperate man. What is the cause? [chuckles, snorts] It can only be a woman. [thunder crashes in the distance as he sips his pipe. He looks under his own cup and spies two threes and a six.]
Davy Jones: [smoke billows out once more] Three threes-uh.
Will: A woman need not cause you to be desperate...if you choose the right woman. [looks down] Four threes.
Davy Jones: [smoke coming out of his mouth] I remember now. You're the one who hopes to get married-uh. [fierce whisper] But your fate is to be married to this ship-uh.
Will: I choose my own fate.
Davy Jones: Then it wouldn't be Fate, would it? [He sips the pipe again, reveals his full dice count: Four threes and a six.] Five threes-uh.
[Will does not take his eyes off of him, then reveals his own dice to be one three and four sixes. Long pause as everyone waits.]
Will: Five sixes.
[Some of the crew laugh]
Davy Jones: [guffaws] LIAR!
[They each remove their cups at the same time]
Someone: [gasps] Five sixes!
Davy Jones: [applauds Will by clopping the pipe against his claw] Well done, Master Turner.
[He stands up, Bootstrap Bill steps in front of him]
Bootstrap: I'm free, Jones.
[Jones snorts, moves away. Bootstrap smiles. Will stands up behind him.]
Will: Another game!
[Davy Jones stops in his tracks]
Davy Jones: [back turned, turns his head a bit] You can't best the devil twice, son.
Will: Then why are you walking away?
[Davy Jones finally goes over to him. Pauses in front of Bootstrap, makes a snorking noise, scaring him off.]
Davy Jones: ...The stakes?
Will: My soul. An eternity of servitude.
Davy Jones: ...Against?
Will: What was it you said about that which is dearest to a man's heart? [pulls out the cloth with the drawing of the key and drops it down on the board] I want this.
[Davy Jones eyes it suspiciously, picks it up with his claw. Opens it. Some of the crew gasp, Jones throws the cloth down angrily]
Davy Jones: How do you know of the key?
Will: That's not part of the game, is it? [sits down] You can still walk away.
[Slowly, Jones sits down. He uses a tentacle to reach into the beard, then pulls out the key, shows it to Will, who carefully eyes it. Puts it back. Again they shake the dice, slam it down on the board, but another cup joins.]
Davy Jones: What's this?!
Bootstrap: I'm in. Matching his wager.
Will: No.
Bootstrap: An eternity of service to you. [looks under his cup] I bid three twos.
Will: Don't do this.
Bootstrap: The die is cast.
Davy Jones: I accept, mate. [thunder crashes behind him]
[Two of the crew set down the game board, cups and dice, etc. Will picks up one of the die.]
Will: I wager everything I own.
Davy Jones: [pushes through the crew] I only bet on what's dearest to a man's heart. [holds out his palm, Maccus plops some dice into it] Else there's no way to tell if he's bluffing. [Greenbeard sets down a cup in front of him as the dice sticks to his tentacular finger] What a man is willing to risk, or not to risk, that's a measure of his soul. [unsticks the dice, one by one they plop into the cup]
Will: I wager a hundred years of service.
Bootstrap: No!
Davy Jones: Against your freedom?
Will: [picks up the cup with the dice inside and shakes it] Against my father's freedom. [glances at Boostrap]
[He looks worried; Davy Jones sneers at him, smoke puffing out his side hole things. Sips his pipe, more smoke puffs out his mouth and holes as he speaks.]
Davy Jones: Agreed.
[He shakes his own cup, and at the same time he and Will slam it face-down on the board. Will peers under his cup, a three and several sixes. Covers the dice again.]
Will: Two threes.
Davy Jones: You're a desperate man. What is the cause? [chuckles, snorts] It can only be a woman. [thunder crashes in the distance as he sips his pipe. He looks under his own cup and spies two threes and a six.]
Davy Jones: [smoke billows out once more] Three threes-uh.
Will: A woman need not cause you to be desperate...if you choose the right woman. [looks down] Four threes.
Davy Jones: [smoke coming out of his mouth] I remember now. You're the one who hopes to get married-uh. [fierce whisper] But your fate is to be married to this ship-uh.
Will: I choose my own fate.
Davy Jones: Then it wouldn't be Fate, would it? [He sips the pipe again, reveals his full dice count: Four threes and a six.] Five threes-uh.
[Will does not take his eyes off of him, then reveals his own dice to be one three and four sixes. Long pause as everyone waits.]
Will: Five sixes.
[Some of the crew laugh]
Davy Jones: [guffaws] LIAR!
[They each remove their cups at the same time]
Someone: [gasps] Five sixes!
Davy Jones: [applauds Will by clopping the pipe against his claw] Well done, Master Turner.
[He stands up, Bootstrap Bill steps in front of him]
Bootstrap: I'm free, Jones.
[Jones snorts, moves away. Bootstrap smiles. Will stands up behind him.]
Will: Another game!
[Davy Jones stops in his tracks]
Davy Jones: [back turned, turns his head a bit] You can't best the devil twice, son.
Will: Then why are you walking away?
[Davy Jones finally goes over to him. Pauses in front of Bootstrap, makes a snorking noise, scaring him off.]
Davy Jones: ...The stakes?
Will: My soul. An eternity of servitude.
Davy Jones: ...Against?
Will: What was it you said about that which is dearest to a man's heart? [pulls out the cloth with the drawing of the key and drops it down on the board] I want this.
[Davy Jones eyes it suspiciously, picks it up with his claw. Opens it. Some of the crew gasp, Jones throws the cloth down angrily]
Davy Jones: How do you know of the key?
Will: That's not part of the game, is it? [sits down] You can still walk away.
[Slowly, Jones sits down. He uses a tentacle to reach into the beard, then pulls out the key, shows it to Will, who carefully eyes it. Puts it back. Again they shake the dice, slam it down on the board, but another cup joins.]
Davy Jones: What's this?!
Bootstrap: I'm in. Matching his wager.
Will: No.
Bootstrap: An eternity of service to you. [looks under his cup] I bid three twos.
Will: Don't do this.
Bootstrap: The die is cast.
[Familiar shot of Jack being shoved into Beckett's room on the Endeavour.]
Beckett: [gazing out window] Remarkable. The last I saw of that ship, she was on fire. A blackened hull sinking beneath the waves. [meanwhile, Jack rubs his hands together, searches through jars and containers] We had a deal, Jack. I contracted you to deliver cargo on my behalf. You chose to liberate it.
[The camera pauses as Jack starts to open a box, and it pans to the "P" brand on his arm]
Jack: [brief look at it] People aren't cargo, mate.
Beckett: [still hasn't turned around] And you inucrred a heavy debt to raise her up again, didn't you?[Jack noisily opens a jar and peers in it; Beckett turns around] It's not here, Jack.
Jack: [closes lid and turns around] What? What isn't?
Beckett: The heart of Davy Jones. It's safely aboard the Dutchman and so unavailable for use as leverage to satisfy your debt to the good captain.
Jack: [going over to the portrait] By MY reckoning, that account has been settled.
[Jack stares up and down at it and scowls, comparing it to the real deal]
Beckett: By your death? And yet, here you are.
Jack: [picks up cane] Close your eyes and pretend it's all a bad dream. That's how I get by. [poses like Beckett in the painting]
Beckett: Your good deed cost me, Jack.
Jack: [turns back around] And you have spared me any possibilty of ending up as anything other than what I am. [sets cane down on the globe table] And for that, I truly thank you. [picks up a miniature ship and glances at it] Will someone be in soon to draw you a bath? [tosses ship back down]
Beckett: Be so nice if all of us could be on holiday year-round. [Jack peers through the mini-telescope that points at the globe] But someone must ensure that the world turns properly. [turns the globe forcefully, Jack jumps away] People are what they love, Jack. And what they love...[takes a staff and props up the ship Jack dropped] is cargo. They love spices, and linens, and silks, and plantains. [Jack sniffs the air, gazes over the toy soldiers and silver pieces of eight] And as long as it is delivered on time and in sufficient supply, [the camera reveals a peanut, Jack picks it up and eats it] they are content to do nothing more than figures on a ledger. [looks up at Jack]
Jack: [to himself] ...Peanut...
Beckett: You're a clever man, Jack. [Jack lifts his eyes to him] You know I'm right.
Jack: If you're offering me a seat on the Board, I'm not even depraved enough nor drunk enough to accept. [smiles]
Beckett: Or then, perhaps you consider an alternative arrangement. [picks up a tiny glass with the familiar wine stuff from DMC] One that requires absolutely nothing from you [offers glass] but information.
[Jack looks away to gaze at the pieces of eight]
Jack: [picks up glass by its rim] Regarding the Brethren Court, no doubt. [Beckett lifts his glass to drink but Jack grabs it] In exchange for fair compensation... [downs one glass] square my debt with Jones, [downs the other] guarantee my freedom?
Beckett: [pours a new, much bigger glass] Of course. It's just good business.
Jack: [picks up a toy Beckett from a small box] Were I...in a divulgatory mood, what then might I divulge?
Beckett: [whispers] Everything. Where are they meeting? [Jack looks as if he wants to say something, but can't] Who are the Pirate Lords? [Jack pockets the Beckett figurine] What is the purpose of the nine pieces of eight?
Jack: [jerks mouth slightly, then speaks] I think I prefer to maintain my monopoly on those answers. Just good business, y'know?
Beckett: You haven't changed. [about to drink] Enjoy the gallows.
Jack: [grabs glass] I've BEEN. [walks away, Beckett looks sulky (but with some humor), as if thinking, "Oh, for the love of God..."] Once you've taken in the view, there's not much to it. [Beckett faces him] Now, far be it for me to give advice to you: But if I were me, and you were you, we'd each have the same lack of trust on the other. [circling the globe table] Imagine you're me. You being me would propose than rather than you telling me, being you, where the Brethren Court is meeting, you'd lead me there instead. [Beckett has looked away and is uncorking another wine bottle, Jack approaches him] Whereupon, you could serve up to me the Pirate Lords, the nine pieces of eight, and the whole of the Brethren Court on a silver platter. And you being me...I would likely accept such an offer if I were you. [Beckett turns around, staring ahead as if zoned out] Savvy?
Beckett: On a silver platter.
Jack: [downs glass in one gulp] With a frilly linen napkin and a spicy banana on the side.
[Beckett smiles, looking like he's about to burst out laughing. He's about to pour another glass, feels like he's being watched. Jack has no words, simply points to his own glass, as if thinking, "Um...more please?"]
Beckett: [gazing out window] Remarkable. The last I saw of that ship, she was on fire. A blackened hull sinking beneath the waves. [meanwhile, Jack rubs his hands together, searches through jars and containers] We had a deal, Jack. I contracted you to deliver cargo on my behalf. You chose to liberate it.
[The camera pauses as Jack starts to open a box, and it pans to the "P" brand on his arm]
Jack: [brief look at it] People aren't cargo, mate.
Beckett: [still hasn't turned around] And you inucrred a heavy debt to raise her up again, didn't you?[Jack noisily opens a jar and peers in it; Beckett turns around] It's not here, Jack.
Jack: [closes lid and turns around] What? What isn't?
Beckett: The heart of Davy Jones. It's safely aboard the Dutchman and so unavailable for use as leverage to satisfy your debt to the good captain.
Jack: [going over to the portrait] By MY reckoning, that account has been settled.
[Jack stares up and down at it and scowls, comparing it to the real deal]
Beckett: By your death? And yet, here you are.
Jack: [picks up cane] Close your eyes and pretend it's all a bad dream. That's how I get by. [poses like Beckett in the painting]
Beckett: Your good deed cost me, Jack.
Jack: [turns back around] And you have spared me any possibilty of ending up as anything other than what I am. [sets cane down on the globe table] And for that, I truly thank you. [picks up a miniature ship and glances at it] Will someone be in soon to draw you a bath? [tosses ship back down]
Beckett: Be so nice if all of us could be on holiday year-round. [Jack peers through the mini-telescope that points at the globe] But someone must ensure that the world turns properly. [turns the globe forcefully, Jack jumps away] People are what they love, Jack. And what they love...[takes a staff and props up the ship Jack dropped] is cargo. They love spices, and linens, and silks, and plantains. [Jack sniffs the air, gazes over the toy soldiers and silver pieces of eight] And as long as it is delivered on time and in sufficient supply, [the camera reveals a peanut, Jack picks it up and eats it] they are content to do nothing more than figures on a ledger. [looks up at Jack]
Jack: [to himself] ...Peanut...
Beckett: You're a clever man, Jack. [Jack lifts his eyes to him] You know I'm right.
Jack: If you're offering me a seat on the Board, I'm not even depraved enough nor drunk enough to accept. [smiles]
Beckett: Or then, perhaps you consider an alternative arrangement. [picks up a tiny glass with the familiar wine stuff from DMC] One that requires absolutely nothing from you [offers glass] but information.
[Jack looks away to gaze at the pieces of eight]
Jack: [picks up glass by its rim] Regarding the Brethren Court, no doubt. [Beckett lifts his glass to drink but Jack grabs it] In exchange for fair compensation... [downs one glass] square my debt with Jones, [downs the other] guarantee my freedom?
Beckett: [pours a new, much bigger glass] Of course. It's just good business.
Jack: [picks up a toy Beckett from a small box] Were I...in a divulgatory mood, what then might I divulge?
Beckett: [whispers] Everything. Where are they meeting? [Jack looks as if he wants to say something, but can't] Who are the Pirate Lords? [Jack pockets the Beckett figurine] What is the purpose of the nine pieces of eight?
Jack: [jerks mouth slightly, then speaks] I think I prefer to maintain my monopoly on those answers. Just good business, y'know?
Beckett: You haven't changed. [about to drink] Enjoy the gallows.
Jack: [grabs glass] I've BEEN. [walks away, Beckett looks sulky (but with some humor), as if thinking, "Oh, for the love of God..."] Once you've taken in the view, there's not much to it. [Beckett faces him] Now, far be it for me to give advice to you: But if I were me, and you were you, we'd each have the same lack of trust on the other. [circling the globe table] Imagine you're me. You being me would propose than rather than you telling me, being you, where the Brethren Court is meeting, you'd lead me there instead. [Beckett has looked away and is uncorking another wine bottle, Jack approaches him] Whereupon, you could serve up to me the Pirate Lords, the nine pieces of eight, and the whole of the Brethren Court on a silver platter. And you being me...I would likely accept such an offer if I were you. [Beckett turns around, staring ahead as if zoned out] Savvy?
Beckett: On a silver platter.
Jack: [downs glass in one gulp] With a frilly linen napkin and a spicy banana on the side.
[Beckett smiles, looking like he's about to burst out laughing. He's about to pour another glass, feels like he's being watched. Jack has no words, simply points to his own glass, as if thinking, "Um...more please?"]
This scene is a continuation of the above one.
[Jack turns around, waving a fan in front of his face]
Jack: You can keep Barbossa. The belligerent homonculus and his friend with the wooden eye, both. [stops fanning] And Turner. Especially Turner. And he were twins, you can have all three of them. [continues fanning]
Beckett: [turning the piece of eight in his fingers] And what becomes of Miss Swann?
Jack: [slowly stops fanning again] What interest is she to you?
Beckett: [interested smile] Hmmm.
Jack: The rest go with me aboard the Pearl and I will lead you to Shipwreck Cove. Bloody fair deal, d'you think?
Beckett: [sets down coin] Jack. [gets up out of his seat] I've just recalled. I've got this wonderful compass which points to whatever I want. So for what do I need you? [displays the compass in his palm]
Jack: Points to the thing you want most. And that is not the Brethren Court, is it?
Beckett: Then what is, Jack?
Jack: [smiling] Me! [falters] ...Dead.
[Beckett opens the compass. Jack dances to the left, avoiding the arrow. Dances to the right.]
Beckett: [closing the compass with a loud snap] Damn. [tosses the compass to Jack, who in return tosses the fan; fans himself this time] Although...it occurs: if I got what I wanted most, then wouldn't I wanted second-most, become the thing I wanted most? [takes a breath] So if I kill you, then I can find Shipwreck Cove, [Jack grimaces] is it...on my own. [pulls out a tiny pistol and points it at Jack] Cut out the middle man. As it were. [Jack looks up for a minute] Literally.
Jack: [steps away from him] With ME killed, you'd arrive at the Cove, find it a stronghold nigh impregnable; they've been able to withstand blockade for years. Then you'd be wishing, "Oh, if only there were someone I had not killed inside to ensure that the pirates then come OUTside.
Beckett: And you can accomplish all this, can you?
Jack: [steps back and spreads his arms] You may kill me but you may never insult me. ..Who am I? [Beckett is speechless] ...Mm, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!
[Right when Beckett tries to say something, BOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!]
[Jack turns around, waving a fan in front of his face]
Jack: You can keep Barbossa. The belligerent homonculus and his friend with the wooden eye, both. [stops fanning] And Turner. Especially Turner. And he were twins, you can have all three of them. [continues fanning]
Beckett: [turning the piece of eight in his fingers] And what becomes of Miss Swann?
Jack: [slowly stops fanning again] What interest is she to you?
Beckett: [interested smile] Hmmm.
Jack: The rest go with me aboard the Pearl and I will lead you to Shipwreck Cove. Bloody fair deal, d'you think?
Beckett: [sets down coin] Jack. [gets up out of his seat] I've just recalled. I've got this wonderful compass which points to whatever I want. So for what do I need you? [displays the compass in his palm]
Jack: Points to the thing you want most. And that is not the Brethren Court, is it?
Beckett: Then what is, Jack?
Jack: [smiling] Me! [falters] ...Dead.
[Beckett opens the compass. Jack dances to the left, avoiding the arrow. Dances to the right.]
Beckett: [closing the compass with a loud snap] Damn. [tosses the compass to Jack, who in return tosses the fan; fans himself this time] Although...it occurs: if I got what I wanted most, then wouldn't I wanted second-most, become the thing I wanted most? [takes a breath] So if I kill you, then I can find Shipwreck Cove, [Jack grimaces] is it...on my own. [pulls out a tiny pistol and points it at Jack] Cut out the middle man. As it were. [Jack looks up for a minute] Literally.
Jack: [steps away from him] With ME killed, you'd arrive at the Cove, find it a stronghold nigh impregnable; they've been able to withstand blockade for years. Then you'd be wishing, "Oh, if only there were someone I had not killed inside to ensure that the pirates then come OUTside.
Beckett: And you can accomplish all this, can you?
Jack: [steps back and spreads his arms] You may kill me but you may never insult me. ..Who am I? [Beckett is speechless] ...Mm, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!
[Right when Beckett tries to say something, BOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!]
[The Kraken snaps off one of the Edinburgh Trader's masts; Will leaps off of it and dives into the ocean. Underwater, he sees the monstrous body. Swims upwards and climbs to a nearby plank of wood. A short distance away is a longboat.]
Quartermaster: Haul! Haul!
[Will waves his hand to get their attention]
Will: HEY!! HEY!!! OVER HERE!!!!!
Quartermaster: Sorry, mate! It's every man for himself!
[He laughs to himself; just then a HUGE tentacle shoots out of the depths. The crew aboard scream and yelp, Will watches in horror as it slams into the boat. Then he just simply lays his head on the wood. Turns around and sees the Flying Dutchman approaching the wreckage. He swims towards the crocodile-ish bow.]
Quartermaster: Haul! Haul!
[Will waves his hand to get their attention]
Will: HEY!! HEY!!! OVER HERE!!!!!
Quartermaster: Sorry, mate! It's every man for himself!
[He laughs to himself; just then a HUGE tentacle shoots out of the depths. The crew aboard scream and yelp, Will watches in horror as it slams into the boat. Then he just simply lays his head on the wood. Turns around and sees the Flying Dutchman approaching the wreckage. He swims towards the crocodile-ish bow.]
Jack: ...The dark side of ambition.
Norrington: Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption.
[Smiles, then he, Jack, and Will clash swords at once. Elizabeth shrieks to get them to stop. Will dives under Norrington and Jack's swords, taking off with the key. The two chase him.]
Elizabeth: STOP IT!
[The trio clash swords once more for a few moments. They pause.]
Jack: [to Will] We cannot let him get the chest, trust me on this. [glance at Norrington; Will makes a "What...?" look] You can mistrust me less than you can mistrust him, trust me.
Norrington: [teeth gritted; to Will] He just wants Elizabeth for himself.
Jack: Pot. Kettle. Black.
[Norrington pushes the locked swords at Jack, who dodges, reaches down and snatches the key away from Will's hand. Flees and Norrington and Will chase him. Norrington just kicks Will in the chest, who lands on his back.]
Elizabeth: [going to him] Will!
Will: Guard the chest! [runs back to the dueling duo]
Elizabeth: [defiant voice like a little kid] ...NO! [follows him]
Norrington: Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption.
[Smiles, then he, Jack, and Will clash swords at once. Elizabeth shrieks to get them to stop. Will dives under Norrington and Jack's swords, taking off with the key. The two chase him.]
Elizabeth: STOP IT!
[The trio clash swords once more for a few moments. They pause.]
Jack: [to Will] We cannot let him get the chest, trust me on this. [glance at Norrington; Will makes a "What...?" look] You can mistrust me less than you can mistrust him, trust me.
Norrington: [teeth gritted; to Will] He just wants Elizabeth for himself.
Jack: Pot. Kettle. Black.
[Norrington pushes the locked swords at Jack, who dodges, reaches down and snatches the key away from Will's hand. Flees and Norrington and Will chase him. Norrington just kicks Will in the chest, who lands on his back.]
Elizabeth: [going to him] Will!
Will: Guard the chest! [runs back to the dueling duo]
Elizabeth: [defiant voice like a little kid] ...NO! [follows him]
[Bellamy and the others watch as Elizabeth's dress floats side to side in the rigging.]
Cook: Tell me you do see that!
Bellamy: Aye, I do see that!
[The dress's sleeve points out to sea, then at the crew. Elizabeth moves a pole, which controls the dress like a marionette puppet. The sleeve points out to sea again.]
Cook: ...She wants you to do something.
Bellamy: She's trying to give a sign.
[The dress swishes over the rail, the crew follows it. There's nothing out there but lots of fog.]
Elizabeth: [off-screen, echoy to make it sound distant] TOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRTTTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Cook: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!?
Burser: Bermuda?
Quartermaster: Tobago?
Sailor: [off-screen] Tortilla? [everyone glares at him] Sorry, I'm hungry.
[Elizabeth looks disgusted.]
Cook: Tell me you do see that!
Bellamy: Aye, I do see that!
[The dress's sleeve points out to sea, then at the crew. Elizabeth moves a pole, which controls the dress like a marionette puppet. The sleeve points out to sea again.]
Cook: ...She wants you to do something.
Bellamy: She's trying to give a sign.
[The dress swishes over the rail, the crew follows it. There's nothing out there but lots of fog.]
Elizabeth: [off-screen, echoy to make it sound distant] TOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRTTTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Cook: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!?
Burser: Bermuda?
Quartermaster: Tobago?
Sailor: [off-screen] Tortilla? [everyone glares at him] Sorry, I'm hungry.
[Elizabeth looks disgusted.]
[Jack jiggles his foot and head in time to the beat of the drums. Two cannibal woman approach him, tie the toe necklace around his neck.]
Jack: ...Thank you.
[Reaches down and picks up a big toe, bites into the nail. Disgusted by its taste, he spits it out. Then he turns to one of his fat guards.]
Jack: I notice you've got loads of women everywhere, but very few children. [looks away in thought] Why is that? Are the little ones a bit more tasty, then? [the guard gives him a look]
[Jack looks away, spits. Then he turns back to the guard as if he's paranoid. Goes back to looking forward. Scene cuts to Leech and his buddies in a bone cage]
Leech: GIBBS!!!!! WE GOT A PLAN!!
Gibbs: [voice echoing] WHAT IS IT???
Leech: [long pause] ...Never mind!
Gibbs: [to Will] Oh, Will, you should never have come here.
[The flask dangles from the top, Gibbs grabs it, panting like a dog.]
Will: [puts his arms on the "bars"] Why would he do this to us...
Jack: ...Thank you.
[Reaches down and picks up a big toe, bites into the nail. Disgusted by its taste, he spits it out. Then he turns to one of his fat guards.]
Jack: I notice you've got loads of women everywhere, but very few children. [looks away in thought] Why is that? Are the little ones a bit more tasty, then? [the guard gives him a look]
[Jack looks away, spits. Then he turns back to the guard as if he's paranoid. Goes back to looking forward. Scene cuts to Leech and his buddies in a bone cage]
Leech: GIBBS!!!!! WE GOT A PLAN!!
Gibbs: [voice echoing] WHAT IS IT???
Leech: [long pause] ...Never mind!
Gibbs: [to Will] Oh, Will, you should never have come here.
[The flask dangles from the top, Gibbs grabs it, panting like a dog.]
Will: [puts his arms on the "bars"] Why would he do this to us...
[Marty grabs a shovel and konks it on a really fat guy's head, knocking him out cold. Scene cuts to Sao Feng in the main bathhouse room]
Sao Feng: The Court has not met in my lifetime.
Barbossa: Nor mine.
Sao Feng: The last it did, my father told me it ended...badly.
Barbossa: [walking over to him] Aye. But the time before that, it produced the Code, which has served us well. And it was the very first meeting what gave us no less than rule of the sea herself, didn't it? And now that rule is being challenged.
[Sao Feng reaches up to sniff his red cloth. Elizabeth and Will glance around.]
Sao Feng: ...The East India Trading Company.
Barbossa: Aye, Lord Cutler Beckett. He's a pox on us all.
[Cut to the crew unwrapping the weapons]
Gibbs: [sharp whisper] Wait for the signal!
Sao Feng: [from above] There's a price on all our heads.
Sao Feng: The Court has not met in my lifetime.
Barbossa: Nor mine.
Sao Feng: The last it did, my father told me it ended...badly.
Barbossa: [walking over to him] Aye. But the time before that, it produced the Code, which has served us well. And it was the very first meeting what gave us no less than rule of the sea herself, didn't it? And now that rule is being challenged.
[Sao Feng reaches up to sniff his red cloth. Elizabeth and Will glance around.]
Sao Feng: ...The East India Trading Company.
Barbossa: Aye, Lord Cutler Beckett. He's a pox on us all.
[Cut to the crew unwrapping the weapons]
Gibbs: [sharp whisper] Wait for the signal!
Sao Feng: [from above] There's a price on all our heads.
Elizabeth: I admit, this wasn't how I expected to be treated.
Sao Feng: [waving several leaves] No other treatment would be worthy of you...Calypso.
Elizabeth: ...'Scuse me?
Sao Feng: [dipping his long fingernails into a bowl of water] Not a name you fancy, I imagine, out of the many that you have. [dries them] But it is what we call you.
Elizabeth: "We" being who?
Sao Feng: Whom.
Elizabeth: ...Who.
Sao Feng: [slight pause] WE are the Brethren Court and our predecessors who imprisoned you in this form. [looks up in thought] ...Whom. Who. You are right!
Elizabeth: [smiles] ...Goddess.
Sao Feng: You confirm it. [eats a leaf]
Elizabeth: Confirm what? [slowly backs away as he walks over to her] You've told me nothing.
Sao Feng: The Brethren Court. Not I. The First Brethren Court who - whom! [slams hand on a pole] WHOSE decision I would have opposed! [Elizabeth looks slyly around, looks like she's about to laugh] They bound you to human form so the rule of the seas would belong to men, and not -
Elizabeth: To me.
Sao Feng: [waving several leaves] No other treatment would be worthy of you...Calypso.
Elizabeth: ...'Scuse me?
Sao Feng: [dipping his long fingernails into a bowl of water] Not a name you fancy, I imagine, out of the many that you have. [dries them] But it is what we call you.
Elizabeth: "We" being who?
Sao Feng: Whom.
Elizabeth: ...Who.
Sao Feng: [slight pause] WE are the Brethren Court and our predecessors who imprisoned you in this form. [looks up in thought] ...Whom. Who. You are right!
Elizabeth: [smiles] ...Goddess.
Sao Feng: You confirm it. [eats a leaf]
Elizabeth: Confirm what? [slowly backs away as he walks over to her] You've told me nothing.
Sao Feng: The Brethren Court. Not I. The First Brethren Court who - whom! [slams hand on a pole] WHOSE decision I would have opposed! [Elizabeth looks slyly around, looks like she's about to laugh] They bound you to human form so the rule of the seas would belong to men, and not -
Elizabeth: To me.
[Jack smirks, Elizabeth glances at him]
Beckett: If Turner wasn't acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this? [raises compass] You made a deal with me, Jack, to deliver the pirates! [Jack grimaces] And here they are! [tosses the compass] Don't be bashful. Step up. Claim your reward.
Barbossa: And what reward does such chicanery fetch these days?
[Jack grimaces again, avoiding his eyes]
Beckett: ...Her.
[Elizabeth instantly looks at him. Beckett looks to Will smugly. Jack looks back at the other trio]
Jack: Even if that was not my plan, [gesturing to Elizabeth] and I'm not admitting to anything, there's not a tinker's chance of it coming up anymore. [goes very close to her] ...Is there?
Beckett: [Jack frowns at him] There never was!
Davy Jones: Your debt to me is still to be satisfied! One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutchman - AS A START-uh!
Beckett: If Turner wasn't acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this? [raises compass] You made a deal with me, Jack, to deliver the pirates! [Jack grimaces] And here they are! [tosses the compass] Don't be bashful. Step up. Claim your reward.
Barbossa: And what reward does such chicanery fetch these days?
[Jack grimaces again, avoiding his eyes]
Beckett: ...Her.
[Elizabeth instantly looks at him. Beckett looks to Will smugly. Jack looks back at the other trio]
Jack: Even if that was not my plan, [gesturing to Elizabeth] and I'm not admitting to anything, there's not a tinker's chance of it coming up anymore. [goes very close to her] ...Is there?
Beckett: [Jack frowns at him] There never was!
Davy Jones: Your debt to me is still to be satisfied! One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutchman - AS A START-uh!
[Sumbhajee stands up]
Sumbhajee: [high-pitched] And so...we shall go to war!
[Everyone cheers. Jack turns around and grins. Gibbs approaches him.]
Gibbs: There's more beneath the watermark here than what meets the eye. [Jack stops smiling] Mm? You used to have an honest streak. Let a man know where he stood with you, but I can't figure this at all.
Jack: [faces him, smiling again] Where did that honest streak end me up? Dead. [pokes his chest] Never do that again, mate.
Gibbs: [seriously] Jack.
Jack: Mr. Gibbs. You have a ship to ready for battle, do you not?
Gibbs: Aye, aye, Cap'n. [walks away]
[Jack turns forward. Teague is staring at him.]
Jack: What?
Sumbhajee: [high-pitched] And so...we shall go to war!
[Everyone cheers. Jack turns around and grins. Gibbs approaches him.]
Gibbs: There's more beneath the watermark here than what meets the eye. [Jack stops smiling] Mm? You used to have an honest streak. Let a man know where he stood with you, but I can't figure this at all.
Jack: [faces him, smiling again] Where did that honest streak end me up? Dead. [pokes his chest] Never do that again, mate.
Gibbs: [seriously] Jack.
Jack: Mr. Gibbs. You have a ship to ready for battle, do you not?
Gibbs: Aye, aye, Cap'n. [walks away]
[Jack turns forward. Teague is staring at him.]
Jack: What?
[Familiar shot of Jack using a plank of wood to escape from the Flying Dutchman's brig]
Jack: Wish us luck, boys, we'll need it!
Hallucination Jack 2: I miss him already.
Hallucination Jack 1: He is quite charming, isn't he?
[FD Jack was trying to reach up to lick his brain, but it's not there.]
FD Jack: NOBODY MOVE!! [the other two look at him] ...I dropped me brain.
[The other two glance at each other, then...]
Hallucination Jack 1: [very long throaty groaning noise] ...BAWKKK!!! [the other realish Jack flails his arms; clucks] Bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk... [waddles over to FD Jack, who slowly backs away] ...bawk-bawk-bawk [kicks his foot up] BAWKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FD Jack gets scared off]
Jack: Wish us luck, boys, we'll need it!
Hallucination Jack 2: I miss him already.
Hallucination Jack 1: He is quite charming, isn't he?
[FD Jack was trying to reach up to lick his brain, but it's not there.]
FD Jack: NOBODY MOVE!! [the other two look at him] ...I dropped me brain.
[The other two glance at each other, then...]
Hallucination Jack 1: [very long throaty groaning noise] ...BAWKKK!!! [the other realish Jack flails his arms; clucks] Bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk... [waddles over to FD Jack, who slowly backs away] ...bawk-bawk-bawk [kicks his foot up] BAWKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FD Jack gets scared off]
[Familiar shot of the EITC crew infiltrating the Flying Dutchman, lining up all over the place. The crew step out from belowdeck to see what's going on.]
[Murtogg runs his finger along the wall, looks disgusted]
Mullroy: Ooh. Now it's not all that bad. All she needs is a spot of elbow grease.
Murtogg: [still has his fingers raised] We set the grease on fire.
Mullroy: [smiling at the thought] Get away as quick as we can.
Murtogg: It's a two-part plan. [puts slimed hand on rifle]
Mullroy: That's how you know it's a good one.
[Norrington appears along some others, quickly the duo act like nothing's out of the ordinary]
Norrington: [to them] Steady, men.
[Davy Jones shoves his way through his crew, spots the chest being carried between two soldiers]
Davy Jones: [hoarsely] Go! All of you! And take that INFERNAL thing with you! I WILL NOT HAVE IT ON MY SHIP-uh!
[Beckett appears with Mercer, Norrington moves aside]
Beckett: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Because I will. Because it seems to be the only way to ensure that this ship do as directed by the Company. [moves his cane, the two soldiers follow Norrington, start to head to the captain's cabin]
Davy Jones: The Dutchman sails as its captain commands-uh.
Beckett: And its captain is to sail it as commanded! [Davy Jones looks away] This is no longer your world, Jones. The immaterial has become...immaterial. [Jones glares at him] I would've thought you learned that when I ordered you to kill your pet.
Swann: [approaching them] Did you give those ships opportunity to surrender?
Davy Jones: We let them see us. Methinks that opportunity enough.
[Maccus opens his mouth in a cackle]
Swann: My daughter could've been on any one of them! That alone is cause to exercise restraint!
[Jones opens his mouth in protest, but Beckett interrupts]
Beckett: We need prisoners to interrogate. Which tends to work best when they're alive.
Davy Jones: [angrily; mocking Beckett] I AM EXTERMINATING PIRATES, AS DIRECTED BY THE COMPANY. [to Swann] And your daughter is dead. Pulled under with the Black Pearl by my pet. Did Lord Beckett not tell you that?
[Swann angrily turns Beckett around, trying to get him to speak for himself. Has a very flat expression on his face. Finally Swann rushes past them. (see "Swann Song")]
[Murtogg runs his finger along the wall, looks disgusted]
Mullroy: Ooh. Now it's not all that bad. All she needs is a spot of elbow grease.
Murtogg: [still has his fingers raised] We set the grease on fire.
Mullroy: [smiling at the thought] Get away as quick as we can.
Murtogg: It's a two-part plan. [puts slimed hand on rifle]
Mullroy: That's how you know it's a good one.
[Norrington appears along some others, quickly the duo act like nothing's out of the ordinary]
Norrington: [to them] Steady, men.
[Davy Jones shoves his way through his crew, spots the chest being carried between two soldiers]
Davy Jones: [hoarsely] Go! All of you! And take that INFERNAL thing with you! I WILL NOT HAVE IT ON MY SHIP-uh!
[Beckett appears with Mercer, Norrington moves aside]
Beckett: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Because I will. Because it seems to be the only way to ensure that this ship do as directed by the Company. [moves his cane, the two soldiers follow Norrington, start to head to the captain's cabin]
Davy Jones: The Dutchman sails as its captain commands-uh.
Beckett: And its captain is to sail it as commanded! [Davy Jones looks away] This is no longer your world, Jones. The immaterial has become...immaterial. [Jones glares at him] I would've thought you learned that when I ordered you to kill your pet.
Swann: [approaching them] Did you give those ships opportunity to surrender?
Davy Jones: We let them see us. Methinks that opportunity enough.
[Maccus opens his mouth in a cackle]
Swann: My daughter could've been on any one of them! That alone is cause to exercise restraint!
[Jones opens his mouth in protest, but Beckett interrupts]
Beckett: We need prisoners to interrogate. Which tends to work best when they're alive.
Davy Jones: [angrily; mocking Beckett] I AM EXTERMINATING PIRATES, AS DIRECTED BY THE COMPANY. [to Swann] And your daughter is dead. Pulled under with the Black Pearl by my pet. Did Lord Beckett not tell you that?
[Swann angrily turns Beckett around, trying to get him to speak for himself. Has a very flat expression on his face. Finally Swann rushes past them. (see "Swann Song")]
Note: Part 2 is almost nothing, after Jack and Barbossa walk away from the Kraken, Pintel and Ragetti jump down one of its tentacles. Ragetti kicks it and runs away.
[Familiar shot of Jack, Barbossa, Pintel, and Ragetti walking along Black Sand Island to the dead Kraken.]
[Pintel takes a huge pointy piece of driftwood and pokes one of the tentacles]
Ragetti: Careful! Careful!
Pintel: [as Ragetti presses his foot against it] Not so tough now, are you? [Ragetti races up it and Pintel repeatedly points his finger as if reprimanding a misbehaving kid] You stupid, stupid, fish!
Ragetti: Actually, it's a cephalopod.
[Pintel follows Ragetti]
Pintel: Serves you right!
Ragetti: I belt folk would be willing to pay a shilling to see this. And another shilling for a sketch of 'em sitting atop!
Pintel: Pintel and Ragetti - Kraken Slayers! [runs up a little more, getting more ideas] We could carve miniature Krakens out of coconuts and sell them too! [Ragetti laughs; Pintel talks louder] We could serve up a slice as souvenirs!
Ragetti: Fry 'em up - put some onions!
[Barbossa approaches Jack]
Barbossa: Still thinkin' of running, Jack?
[Familiar shot of Jack, Barbossa, Pintel, and Ragetti walking along Black Sand Island to the dead Kraken.]
[Pintel takes a huge pointy piece of driftwood and pokes one of the tentacles]
Ragetti: Careful! Careful!
Pintel: [as Ragetti presses his foot against it] Not so tough now, are you? [Ragetti races up it and Pintel repeatedly points his finger as if reprimanding a misbehaving kid] You stupid, stupid, fish!
Ragetti: Actually, it's a cephalopod.
[Pintel follows Ragetti]
Pintel: Serves you right!
Ragetti: I belt folk would be willing to pay a shilling to see this. And another shilling for a sketch of 'em sitting atop!
Pintel: Pintel and Ragetti - Kraken Slayers! [runs up a little more, getting more ideas] We could carve miniature Krakens out of coconuts and sell them too! [Ragetti laughs; Pintel talks louder] We could serve up a slice as souvenirs!
Ragetti: Fry 'em up - put some onions!
[Barbossa approaches Jack]
Barbossa: Still thinkin' of running, Jack?
Barbossa: We have...Calypso.
[A very long pause]
Sao Feng: [scoffs] Calypso. [Barbossa turns around] An old legend.
Barbossa: No. The goddess herself, bound in human form. [Will glances at Elizabeth] Fury or favor, you not be knowing, but when the mood strikes her and it's her favor she bestows on a lucky sailor, well, as you said...legendary. [Sao Feng narrows his eyes, looks sneaky] There was a time when the seas were untamed, the world a rougher place, a sailor made his own fate. I aim to bring it back. But for that, I need the Brethren Court. [picks up jade necklace] All the Court.
[A very long pause]
Sao Feng: [scoffs] Calypso. [Barbossa turns around] An old legend.
Barbossa: No. The goddess herself, bound in human form. [Will glances at Elizabeth] Fury or favor, you not be knowing, but when the mood strikes her and it's her favor she bestows on a lucky sailor, well, as you said...legendary. [Sao Feng narrows his eyes, looks sneaky] There was a time when the seas were untamed, the world a rougher place, a sailor made his own fate. I aim to bring it back. But for that, I need the Brethren Court. [picks up jade necklace] All the Court.
Swann: Even if Will succeeds, do not ask me to endure the sight of my daughter walking to the gallows. Do not! [he grabs her by the arm and leads her to a carriage, and she climbs inside it. Offers her a pistol] Here. Take this.
[She takes it reluctantly.]
Elizabeth: [worriedly] But what about you?
Swann: There are still men loyal to me here, and Beckett is wary of my ties to the Crown. Perhaps I can ensure a fair trial for Will if he returns. [proceeds to close the door]
Elizabeth: A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging.
Swann: Well, then there is nothing left for you here.
[He closes the door and the carriage moves forward to the docks]
[She takes it reluctantly.]
Elizabeth: [worriedly] But what about you?
Swann: There are still men loyal to me here, and Beckett is wary of my ties to the Crown. Perhaps I can ensure a fair trial for Will if he returns. [proceeds to close the door]
Elizabeth: A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging.
Swann: Well, then there is nothing left for you here.
[He closes the door and the carriage moves forward to the docks]
[The compass's arrow moves side to side. Jack drops his pen frustratedly. Picks up his rum bottle, peers inside it. He tips it upside-down and a few trickles of rum drop out of it.]
Jack: Why is the rum always gone?
[He stands up and staggers sideways. Plucks up his hat from a nearby globe.]
Jack: Oh. [puts on the hat] That's why.
[As he walks out the door he picks up his coat and baldric.]
[Leech, at the wheel amidst the pouring rain, sees him]
Leech: Do we have a heading, Captain?!
Jack: [not looking at him, carrying a lantern; drunkenly, waving his finger around] Steady as she goes!
[Leech looks a bit confused as Jack heads belowdeck. The rest of the crew is there, sleeping and snoring. (Why does Marty have Cotton's leg in his arms?)]
Jack: As you were, gents.
[He comes upon the storage room. Several chickens cluck very loudly. Jack pulls his pistol on them and they go silent]
Jack: What?
[The chicken merely stares at him]
Jack: [half-laughing] I thought so.
[He shoves the pistol back into his belts and moves past the goats]
Jack: ...Ladies.
[Finally he gets to the rum locker. He taps a few barrels, checking its contents. Bonk-bonk-bonk. As soon as he lets his fist go, two more "bonk"'s are heard. He looks around suspiciously. Sees an empty rack with yucky barnacles around it.]
Jack: Why is the rum always gone?
[He stands up and staggers sideways. Plucks up his hat from a nearby globe.]
Jack: Oh. [puts on the hat] That's why.
[As he walks out the door he picks up his coat and baldric.]
[Leech, at the wheel amidst the pouring rain, sees him]
Leech: Do we have a heading, Captain?!
Jack: [not looking at him, carrying a lantern; drunkenly, waving his finger around] Steady as she goes!
[Leech looks a bit confused as Jack heads belowdeck. The rest of the crew is there, sleeping and snoring. (Why does Marty have Cotton's leg in his arms?)]
Jack: As you were, gents.
[He comes upon the storage room. Several chickens cluck very loudly. Jack pulls his pistol on them and they go silent]
Jack: What?
[The chicken merely stares at him]
Jack: [half-laughing] I thought so.
[He shoves the pistol back into his belts and moves past the goats]
Jack: ...Ladies.
[Finally he gets to the rum locker. He taps a few barrels, checking its contents. Bonk-bonk-bonk. As soon as he lets his fist go, two more "bonk"'s are heard. He looks around suspiciously. Sees an empty rack with yucky barnacles around it.]
[Will helps Elizabeth over the rail]
Elizabeth: We'll need to use the Black Pearl to lead the attack.
Barbossa: Oh, will we now?
[Pintel, Ragetti, and the others lead the bound Tia Dalma from below deck]
Pintel: Mrs. Fish...c'mon.
Will: Barbossa. You can't release her.
[A few of the crew grab him and Elizabeth and pull pistols to them]
Barbossa: Can't I, now?
Elizabeth: We need to give Jack a chance.
Barbossa: Apologies, Your Majesty. [to the crew] But 'tis certain the world we know ends today. And I wouldn't be lettin' the likes of Cutler Beckett, save for what comes next. And I wouldn't be pennin' my hopes on Jack Sparra' (yes, he said that) either! [goes back to Elizabeth] Too long my fate has not been in me own hands [picks up necklace]...no longer. [pulls it free from her neck]
Elizabeth: We'll need to use the Black Pearl to lead the attack.
Barbossa: Oh, will we now?
[Pintel, Ragetti, and the others lead the bound Tia Dalma from below deck]
Pintel: Mrs. Fish...c'mon.
Will: Barbossa. You can't release her.
[A few of the crew grab him and Elizabeth and pull pistols to them]
Barbossa: Can't I, now?
Elizabeth: We need to give Jack a chance.
Barbossa: Apologies, Your Majesty. [to the crew] But 'tis certain the world we know ends today. And I wouldn't be lettin' the likes of Cutler Beckett, save for what comes next. And I wouldn't be pennin' my hopes on Jack Sparra' (yes, he said that) either! [goes back to Elizabeth] Too long my fate has not been in me own hands [picks up necklace]...no longer. [pulls it free from her neck]
[Elizabeth has her pistol to Beckett's neck]
Elizabeth: Consider into your calcuations that you robbed me of my wedding night.
[Shoves the Letters of Marque into his shoulder]
Beckett: [takes them] So I did. A marriage interrupted... [signs the Letters, puts a wax stamp into the candle] or fate intervenes? [presses it into the Letters] You're making great efforts to ensure Sparrow's freedom. [holds them out]
Elizabeth: [grabs them, but he maintains a firm hold on them] These aren't going to Jack.
Beckett: Oh, really? To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, then. But what of you and Jack? And what of me? I'll still want that compass. Consider that in your calculations.
[Elizabeth grabs the Letters. Still points the pistol at him as she backs out the balcony, then scurries away. Beckett walks outside, looking into the night. A guard snores in his chair nearby. Beckett looks at him for a moment, then kicks him. The guard embarrassedly gets back up to his post.]
Elizabeth: Consider into your calcuations that you robbed me of my wedding night.
[Shoves the Letters of Marque into his shoulder]
Beckett: [takes them] So I did. A marriage interrupted... [signs the Letters, puts a wax stamp into the candle] or fate intervenes? [presses it into the Letters] You're making great efforts to ensure Sparrow's freedom. [holds them out]
Elizabeth: [grabs them, but he maintains a firm hold on them] These aren't going to Jack.
Beckett: Oh, really? To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, then. But what of you and Jack? And what of me? I'll still want that compass. Consider that in your calculations.
[Elizabeth grabs the Letters. Still points the pistol at him as she backs out the balcony, then scurries away. Beckett walks outside, looking into the night. A guard snores in his chair nearby. Beckett looks at him for a moment, then kicks him. The guard embarrassedly gets back up to his post.]
[Familiar shot of Elizabeth looking at Will during the battle of Singapore. He leads her away. Shot of the crew on the Hai Peng.]
Gibbs: [somewhere off-screen] Haul the snotters with a will!
[Barbossa approaches Will, who's just kinda daydreaming at the rail]
Barbossa: You weren't supposed to get caught!
Will: [avoiding his glare] It worked out the way I wanted. [moves away]
[Jack the Monkey appears in place of him. Scene cuts to the familiar shot of Tia Dalma this time]
Elizabeth: There's no place left for Sao Feng to cower.
Gibbs: [somewhere off-screen] Haul the snotters with a will!
[Barbossa approaches Will, who's just kinda daydreaming at the rail]
Barbossa: You weren't supposed to get caught!
Will: [avoiding his glare] It worked out the way I wanted. [moves away]
[Jack the Monkey appears in place of him. Scene cuts to the familiar shot of Tia Dalma this time]
Elizabeth: There's no place left for Sao Feng to cower.
[During the battle of Singapore, Sao Feng fends off several EITC soldiers. He tosses one sword and it immediately impales a soldier. Pintel grabs two pistols and shoots at an EITC soldier behind a Chinese guy, who folds his hands together in thanks. Steng appears from behind curtains and with a loud bang, kills the poor guy. Pintel turns around]
Pintel: HEY!
[Steng disappears]
Pintel: YOU'RE A PIRATE!!
[Familiar shot of the EITC soldiers grouping up ready to fire]
Pintel: HEY!
[Steng disappears]
Pintel: YOU'RE A PIRATE!!
[Familiar shot of the EITC soldiers grouping up ready to fire]