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Well, by thunder, you'll talk to me, or my name's not Samuel Pike.
I can tell you nothing, sir.
They talk, Captain.
I saw him.
Holy Joe whispered in his ear, secret like.
I do not know this holy dro.
You two keep referring to.
Holy Joe Longfoot, an old shipmate of ours.
Blast his eyes.
The church warden, are you, Sawbolt.
He was a member of your crew?
Him and me and Cherub was all mates together, serving under Avery.
Avery?
Aye, Captain Avery.
The sharpest skipper that ever sailed out of Bristol Port.
Aye, and one of the blackest.
Morgan was a woman aside of him.
Of course, of course.
Avery, the pirate.
I should have known.
Don't come the innocent with us, Sawbones.
You know what Joe was hiding.
He took plunder that was rightly ours.
And we mean to get it back, and you may later that.
He died before he talked to me, but he told you something.
And you're going to tell us, ain't you, eh?
Oh, let me make him talk, Captain.
Old man, are ye truly a Sawbones?
I would prefer you to use the correct term, sir.
I am a doctor.
Well, doctor, you had best start using your cleverness.
So talk before I let Cherub have you.
Let me show him first, Captain, aye.
Let me give him a taste of Thomas Tickler.
He'd be a credit to your trade with Cherub, Doctor.
A touch like an angel's wing he has with that blade.
Sharp as a whistler's.
Ever seen a hedge with no ears, Sawbones, aye?
Or what them Mexican Indians can do to a bloke's eyelids, aye?
You vicious fellow, get him off my back.
Don't you talk to me like that.
Oh, Captain, give me the word.
Just give me one minute.
I'll have the word spilling out of him like blubber from a whale.
Well, Doctor, will ye loosen your tongue,
or I'll lose it altogether.
I've all the blooming fixes to be in.
I don't know. I find it pretty exciting.
Oh, you would.
Well, I don't go a bomb on history,
and I can't very well report back to a 17th century navy.
Ah, you've got no imagination.
That's your trouble. It's great.
Oh, great. Stuck in jail for murder.
Oh, honest.
Who'll have our luck?
The point is, how on earth are we going to get out of here?
There must be some way.
Well, there better be.
I'm not going to swing for that old nutcase at the church.
Ben! Look in the corner. It's a rat.
Oh, shut up, Screamy.
You're a big baby.
What are you screaming for?
Oh, nothing. We're just happy, mate. That's all.
What's your name? Didn't we see you at the inn?
Name's Tom.
I've been put in charge of you, prisoners.
I've got the keys.
But I'm not to speak with you murderers.
But we didn't kill him.
Only a stranger would kill the church warden.
You're strangers.
Well, we're not the only ones.
What about the geezers who kidnapped the doctor?
Well, no one else has seen him.
But they were there.
How else do you suppose the doctor would disappear?
Oh, the daft nit.
What's he thinking? Was magic?
Ben, that's it.
What is?
In the 17th century, they were superstitious.
They still believed in witches.
So what are you going to do?
Fly out of here on a broomstick?
No, but I think I've got a plan.
Now, wait. Look, if we get to the...
Oh, no, the rat's in the corner.
Can you get me some strawberry peas?
If I am to reveal something of what I know,
then I demand consideration, sir.
Don't listen to him, Captain.
That's trickery, of course.
Oh, I find your friend rather a bore.
But you, I think, a gentleman.
So let us talk like gentlemen.
What makes you think I like gentlemen, eh?
Well, it's quite obvious to the perceptive eye, sir.
Your dress, your manner, your taste.
You're the type of man that has raised himself
to an exalted position unaided.
Aye, with this to help me.
Oh, quite so, quite so.
But you, I, are neither a barbarian or a savage.
I can see that.
Oh, boy, you are angry.
You've got a funny sense of humor.
Aye, thank you.
Well, Doctor, you talk sweet.
But don't toy with me or you'll rue it.
My dear sir, I'm sure you can quickly see
through any flattery of mine.
Aye, indeed I could.
So let us talk like men of the world.
Be elegant and with dignity.
Talk away.
May I sit down?
Where is Tom, Captain?
Make way for the Doctor, you swab.
Thank you, my man.
Cherub, I'm entertaining a guest
and you ain't being very polite.
But he's a snake, Tom.
One more word out of you and I'll slit your gizzard, right?
Now, let us talk together like gentlemen, eh, Doctor?
Thank you, no.
That would indeed be pleasant.
Mind, Cherub, to help the Doctor talk more freely.
One thing more before we go on.
Aye.
Now that we understand each other,
I think it would only be fair that if I impart the information you require,
I should receive some small reward, hmm?
Aye.
You'll get your reward, never fear.
In fact, a share.
A share?
Yes, indeed, yes.
After all, my dear Captain, thank you.
There is quite enough to go round, is there not?
For them that deserves it, I will.
Well, here's to a better acquaintance.
Mmm, oh, yes, indeed, yes, a very fine old Madeira.
Yes, indicative of your general taste, sir, if I may say so.
Aye, ye may say so.
Now tell us what we want to know.
What?
Captain.
Vote to leave one.
Coming up on a fly, is she?
Yes, a shout, all friendly.
We got no friends hereabouts.
Aye.
Cherub, ask him to kindly step aboard a while.
What then, Captain?
If it's a revenue man, you can have him.
And just in case they're friends of yours, Doctor.
Jamaica.
Captain.
Take my guest to the galley, give him food and wine.
He's precious.
Aye, Captain.
OK?
Here goes.
Right.
Tom, Tom, it's me old mate.
Tom, come quick.
Tom, quick.
Oh, what's your noise for now?
Tom, can you see Paul, Paul there?
What?
Well, quick, Tom, open the door, come in and help me.
Oh.
Quick, Tom, open the door.
What's that?
What's he doing?
You see, Paul, Tom, well, he's the gibbit.
Eh?
He's been took over, Tom, by the spirit of his master.
No, such things ain't to be seen by human souls.
His master, Tom, the bloke what was kidnapped, he's a warlock.
Warlock?
Heaven save us.
Well, not us, Tom, you.
Me?
The old doctor's a wizard no less, Tom, and us two's his apprentices.
You've got the power?
We have, Tom, from our master.
Now, you see the gibbit?
You see the fellow what's swinging here?
Oh, perhaps a doll, just a straw doll.
Oh, sure, mate, but it's more than that, because it's got a soul, someone else's soul.
No.
It's our master, Tom.
He's captured the soul of somebody old responsible for us being here, and he's going to draw them in.
Well, it ain't me, I ain't been looking after you.
But there's one air from your head inside that doll, Tom.
No.
Can you feel yourself swinging?
Oh, it ain't my fault, it was the squire that ordered it.
It's too late, Tom, it's you there swinging, and in a minute that doll's going to fall, and when it does...
Oh, sir, save me, save me, I swear it weren't my doing.
Is that the truth, Tom?
Oh, sir, it is, it is.
Save me, save me.
Tom, there is a way.
Tell me, sir, I'd do anything.
The spell can only work if we're our prisoners.
Now, if we were free...
But, sir, I gave my word to Master Cooper.
But quick, Tom, before your doll falls, your time's up this minute.
Wait!
I'll do it, I'll do it, wait a minute, sir, I'll do it for you.
Oh, sir, have pity, have mercy.
Well done, Tom.
We'll put a good word in for you, mate.
Oh, sir.
Am I safe now?
Take this, Tom.
While you hold it, my master will know you and trust you.
Come on, Polly.
See you sometime, old son.
Hey, and remember, from now on, you're one of us.
Come on, this way.
Oh, Ben, when on earth do we go from here?
Well, not the inn, that's for sure.
I haven't got the faintest idea where the doctor is.
I know, we'll try the old church.
Yes, that should be safe enough.
Well, we might pick up some kind of clue there.
And maybe find out who really killed the church warden.
Yeah, come on, down here.
And just who's this we have the pleasure of welcoming aboard, eh?
Jacob Cooper is the name.
Innkeeper, come to talk business.
And how would you know of our business, eh, matey?
It's more in the manner of putting business in your way.
What would an innkeeper want with honest sailors?
Ah, no, master.
That's good for your skipper's ear.
If he'll but listen, eh?
Sounds like he might be interested.
It'll be worth his while.
Come below, matey.
But belay any tricks, eh, master Cooper?
Enter.
A visitor, captain.
Who says he'd talk of business?
Business?
Aye, business to interest a merchant like yourself, sir, to our mutual benefit.
Aye?
Brandy.
Silks, perhaps.
Or should I call it merchandise?
Sounds dishonest, captain.
Aye, it does by Morgan's beer.
The only man who would call such business dishonest would be a revenue man.
Master innkeeper, I keep a law-abiding ship here.
And a clean one.
There's nobody who doubts that, captain.
And I'll have the ears of any man who thinks he'll land me before a judge.
You haven't preservice.
But I'm willing to do business with any swab I can trust and who trusts me.
Trust, aye, if there's smuggling to be done.
So that's your business.
I'd know more of this before I drop anger here, so talk up, man.
And I'll not give details till we shake hands on it.
But I tell you, we are well supported.
I'd not prejudice my good name.
Would you throw in your lot with the squire and the church warden, eh?
Maybe.
But not with scum like you.
What tricks this?
Choices apples, top of the barrel, innkeeper.
I've a mind to have words with this squire of yours.
I speak for him.
He'll do no business without me.
Better for you if he does, matey.
Else there'll be another corpse put ashore with Joe Longfoot, eh, sheriff?
Indeed, captain.
Longfoot? The church warden?
You killed him. What for?
Because he crossed me, that's why.
And nobody who crosses Pike lives to tell the tale.
You're Captain Pike.
Jamaica!
There's more to this than we reckon, eh, sheriff?
Ain't he, there is, captain.
Captain?
Fetch the doctor, Jamaica.
Yes, sir.
Why should you come here?
Your tongue is nigh as long as your ears, innkeep.
Careful we don't cut them both short for you.
We're going ashore, sheriff.
And what about the old sore bones, captain?
When we come back, then's his time.
You and the sore bones.
Both guests of mine till I return.
Treat them well and kindly, Jamaica.
But if there's any funny business, why, use this on them.
Sure, captain.
Well, there's not much down here.
There's nothing up in the vestry, and we searched that thoroughly enough.
You know, the old boy must have been bumped off pretty soon after we left.
Then perhaps the murderer was hiding down here all the time.
Yeah, could be.
Oh.
Maybe he kept his money box down here or something.
What? Oh, yes, he did look like a bit of a scrooge, didn't he?
Oh, he was dead scared or something, I know that.
Yes.
Almost as though he was even expecting something to happen.
Hey, Polly!
What? Where are you?
Listen, maybe the murderer will come back to the scene of the crime.
Oh, no!
Oh, shut up, Ben. You are a fool.
Yeah, maybe you're right, Doctor. It's early days for Sherlock Holmes, I suppose.
Yeah, well, I'm not playing what's-his-name Watson to you.
Oh, dear, I wish we knew where the doctor was.
Yeah, and the TARDIS, too.
In fact, if I know him, I bet he's back in it all comfy.
Do you think so?
Well, then we've jolly well got to find the TARDIS, too.
Yeah, that's not such a bad idea. The beach wasn't far from here. Come on.
Got me.
Ben, do you think it's the murderer?
I'm not stopping to find out. Tie him up first and ask questions after that.
Listen, if this is the murderer, then we're in the clear.
And then if we tell the squad, now he'll help us find the doctor.
I must assure, he was a big thick-headed squire, too much like a petty officer for my liking.
Yeah, but we'll never find the doctor without help. And only he can work the TARDIS.
Yeah, I see what you mean. I don't fancy getting suckery this lot for good.
Listen, you stay here and guard him, and I'll go to the squire and tell him we've caught him.
Shall I?
Well, no, I'd better go.
No, I'll go. I don't like it down here.
OK. Oh, look, Polly, don't tell him about that, eh?
No, all right. I don't suppose I'll be long.
Now, Polly, take care, love.
Well, what think you, Sheriff? Do I look presentable?
As a picture, Captain. But for that...
My little pike will hardly be welcome at the manor, eh?
Yeah.
Well, lad, take care of that till I get back.
Ready there below?
All right, mate. Let's see what you've got to say for yourself.
Untie me at once, you rogue. Do you not know who I am?
You tell me.
I am Josiah Blake, the King's revenue officer.
Oh, yeah? Prove it.
My word should be enough.
Well, not for me, it's not, mate.
Untie me this instant.
I'm sorry, old son, but I'm not taking any risks.
You may be what you say, but then again, you may not.
And who are you, sir? Pray tell me that, eh?
Oh, I'm just a sailor.
Only I got nabbed for the murder of the church warden, which I did not do.
So, as you've turned up on the scene of the crime, I reckon you're a good suspect.
I'm here in the pursuance of my duty.
Oh, and what's that?
I'm after the smugglers.
And I think I've found the route that they've been using.
Eh?
That passageway.
Oh, sure. I suppose the church warden's one of them.
Hmm?
Or the other one, mate. It rings.
What say you?
Oh, forget it.
But this is so, I tell you, in truth.
The church warden was suspected.
Honest?
I was hoping to confront the villa with the evidence of that passageway, but now that he's dead...
Oh, you're stumped. You ain't got no proof.
Oh, proof aplenty.
That tunnel leads through a series of caves down to the beach.
Down to the beach?
Aye.
You've just brought me good news, mate.
Hey, where are you going?
Well, just for a look. Won't be long.
Hey, come back here! Stop in the king's name!
Dear Stile, gentlemen.
Stile!
Oh, this is for your pretty penny.
Belay that, ye don't.
We are honest men, remember?
Now, here is our plan.
We'll find out all we need to know about these little villains.
Smugglers.
And we'll take their store, find Avery's treasure, and this into the bargain.
Ah, good morning, gentlemen.
Good morning, Stile.
Will you take wine with me?
Nay, nay, sir squire. We are come on a matter of business.
Business? So early in the day?
What can be so urgent so early?
We were sent by a friend.
A friend? Jacob Cooper?
Cooper.
Then you must be...
Merchant, sir.
Honest merchants.
My favorite man.
That's me, Jacob.
Business indeed.
The very word Fred Cooper used himself, sir.
Where is the fellow? Should he not be handling this affair?
Aye, that he is, sir.
He's back at the ship, accounting our various merchandise.
Aye, such silks, such brandy and tobacco.
Aye, squire, indeed.
Oh, this is worthy of a toast, gentlemen.
I insist you drink with me.
Brandy, eh?
Silks and tobaccos.
Here's to a fine cargo and a gallant captain.
Here's to a good landfall and no tailstone.
And so say I.
Forgive him, sir squire.
An honest fellow, but unused to the ways of gentle folk.
No consequence, sir consequence.
Pray, have you breakfast yet?
Aye, but I would remind you, sir, we still have business in hand.
Aye, indeed.
Now, what would Cooper have me do?
Sir, he thought you might spare the time of day to explain such petty matters as must trouble us poor sailors.
Aye, where to land, where to leave the goods?
And payment.
Oh, yes.
As for delivery, it is at the church on the cliff top.
Likely, eh?
Most suitable.
But who will receive our goods, sir?
The priest who'll be in the church warden.
He's been most foully murdered by runner gates.
Shame, such a holy-minded man.
But where are we to beach our boats, sir?
I think it best if we all...
Wait, this is one of the bay runner gates.
How did you escape?
Well done, Birch.
Well done nothing.
I came here of my own free will, squire.
You may go, Birch.
I came to tell you that we found...
You!
You're the one that kidnapped the doctor.
Tell me about my friends.
I'm bad news, sir.
Why, is there trouble?
Aye.
They are taken for trial for the murder of the church warden,
which was done by Cherub, sir.
Oh, good gracious.
We must escape from here and try and help them.
Aye, not only for the sake of your friends, sir,
but for the sake of the old village, yonder.
But I don't understand you.
Pike is the bloodiest pirate now alive, sir.
No one has ever seen that deadly oak and lived.
Oh, yes, I quite agree.
He's somewhat a violent man.
Why did he take you, sir?
Oh, because he thought that I held the secret of the treasure
belonging to the deceased pirate, Avery.
Avery's gold?
Buried ashore?
Oh, yes, he's determined to get it.
Apparently, the church warden knew something about it.
Then Pike will have it, sir.
I'll raise the village to the ground and they'll find and have it.
But your officers don't know.
Oh, they'd be no match for Pike's men, sir.
Once he's laid his plans, we and the village are lost.
We... we must get back word to them, sir.
Yes, yes, I think I agree.
Yes, well, bear with me, sir.
I have a plan.
Tell me, sir, you play cards?
Hmm?
I don't believe one word of this trumped-up story, not a jot.
Houch, your sweet young face, and yet so wicked.
It smacks of a trap, eh, Mr. Cherub?
Indeed, it does counten very dangerous.
But we are innocent and he took the doctor.
I have none sick aboard.
Wherefore should I need a sore bones?
I don't know, but you took him.
And I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have a hand in the killing of the church warden, too.
Cease these violent truths, boy.
These gentlemen are goodly merchants.
I vouch for them.
You are a stranger here, as is your companion, and therefore not to be trusted.
But we haven't done anything.
A man is dead, boy.
We left him alive.
Oh, then you did speak with him.
Here's a damning fact, indeed.
Out of the mouths of babes, eh?
Such acts of violence in months so young.
Young people are not what they were once.
Not in our time, eh, Mr. Cherub?
Indeed, not counten very wicked.
Who this poor fellow is you captured, I know not.
Might he not be one of our mutual friends?
What?
A revenue officer.
Oh, aye, indeed, it could be so.
Then perhaps we should fool him with this young rogue's plot of purpose.
Yes, recapture this villain's accomplice and let our man free.
That will best.
Squire, you're being a fool. These men are villains.
Oh, come, come, lad. Do we look so black-hearted?
Time's short if we're to prepare.
Aye, we'll ride this ferry mate and take our prize with us.
Squire, do you not think this lad should be restrained a little just in case of misfortune?
Aye, I do. A happy thought, Captain.
Here is cord.
And here is silence.
I turn up for the books.
You don't know what kind of good turn you've done me, mate.
I do not share your joyless feelings, boy.
Untie me, I say.
The passageway leads right down to the beach, all right,
to the very spot we've been looking for.
Hey, boy, are you one of these smuggling rogues after all?
No, of course not, but it leads right down to where the TARDIS is.
The TARDIS? What's that, a ship?
Well, sort of, but you won't understand.
Anyway, it's there, all ready for us to get away.
If only I could tell the others we could all escape.
Escape?
Yes, escape.
Stand fast, I say, there.
Polly.
And you.
Recaptured again, eh, boy?
We'll have no more tricks this time.