Captain Clegg (1962)

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The charge being...

that you did willfully
and maliciously attack
a woman...

namely, the wife of your
own Captain with intent
to as*ault and m*rder her...

for which the punishment
is the same
as that for a traitor.

Namely...

that your ears be slit.
No!

And your tongue be cut out.

And you be taken
to the
nearest uninhabited shore...

with neither food nor water...

and left to die.

Mercy!

Signed Capt. Clegg...

this year of our Lord, 1776.

"Praise he who made the sun"

"Day by day
his course to run"

"For his mercies
they endure"

"Ever faithful, ever sure"

"Praise him
that he gave the rain"

"To mature
the swelling grain"

"For his mercies
they endure"

"Ever faithful, ever sure"

"And hath bid
the fruitful field"

"Crops of precious,
increase yield"

"For his mercies they endue"

"Ever faithful, ever sure"

Gentlemen.
This will not do at all.

We are gathered here today
to give thanks to our Lord...

for his bounteous gifts.

Now, is this the best
you can do? Surely not?

I know some of you feel
you have precious little
to be thankful for...

with taxation what it is...

and w*r with France
more than
just a possibility...

but you are wrong.
For you have your health.

You have enough to eat.

More than enough,
in some cases.

You have roofs
over your heads...

fuel for your fires,
a new schoolroom...

a choir that sings in tune.

Sometimes.

And what is more...

you haven't any King's men
billeted in your homes.

And so, my friends,
let us have the last verse...

no, the last two verses again.

And this time, we'll really
give thanks and we'll mean it,
shall we?

Are you ready, Mr. Mipps?

"Praise him
that he sent the rain"

Brandon, get ahead
with your cutlass.
Aye, aye, sir.

Well, we've a good hour yet.

He said that parson
liked the sound
of his own voice.

"And when the Philistines
heard
that the children of Israel...

"were gathered together
to Mizpeh...

"the lords of the Philistines
went up against Israel.

"And when the children
of Israel heard it...

"they were afraid
of the Philistines.

"And the children of Israel
said to Samuel:

"Cease not to cry
unto the Lord our God
for us...

"that he will save us
out of the hand
of the Philistines.

"And as Samuel was offering up
the burnt offering...

"the Philistines drew near
to battle against Israel.

"But the Lord thundered with
a great thunder on that
day upon the Philistines...

"and discomfited them."

Timed it just right,
eh, Bosun?

Can't think why we didn't come
by road instead
of this boat caper.

He said they'd be watching
for us on the road.

This way we take them
by surprise.

Right, Bosun.
Forward!

Now...

let us sing
Hymn number 291:

"Oft in danger, oft in woe."

"Oft in danger, oft in woe"

Right, Bosun.

You know what
we're looking for? Pitch to
and find it.

Brandon and Smee fallout.

I'm going to the church
to make sure none
of the flock leaves the fold.

Forward.
Aye, sir.

All right?
Yes.

Good morning, gentlemen.
We're closed till
after Church.

Who says so?
I say so.

Mr. Rash, these gentlemen must
have had a long walk.
Give them a drink.

All right.
What do you want?
Brandy.

This is an alehouse.
All right then, wine.

We don't keep no fancy
French wines here.
The duty is too high.

Don't keep any wine?
We'll have to make sure,
won't we, lads?

Now, here's an answer
to a sailor's prayer.

What's your name then,
my pretty?

My name's lmogene.

Imogene.
I knew an lmogene once.

Chased her for two years.
Every time I caught up
with her...

she gave me the slip.

Perhaps you were too rough
with your wooing.

Not for that lmogene:
She was a three-master.

A pirate ship, she was, boy...

flying the black flag
of Capt. Clegg.

We've got him
in our churchyard.

Who?
Capt. Clegg.
He's buried there.

You're welcome to him, boy,
very welcome.

I see I spoke too soon.
The King's men
are already with us.

If you would care to join us
in worship, Captain, you are
more than welcome.

But first, would you be
kind enough
to remove your hat?

I would, sir, if I were here
in the service of my Maker.

But I'm not.

In the service of my King,
I keep it on.

I had prepared a sermon
for today on the text:

"Blessed be the Lord
my strength...

"who teacheth my hand
to w*r...

"and my fingers to fight."

However, under the
circumstances, I feel it
would be rather inappropriate.

Therefore, I should suggest
that you consider
the service finished...

and that you should
go straight to your homes.

Well, nothing there,
matey.

"Pitch to and find it,"
he says.

Where? All I can show
for my trouble...

is splinters in my fingers
and corns in my feet.

My heart bleeds for you.
Who's going to pay
for all this damage?

Why, you are, Mr. Rash...

a right thinking taxpayer,
you'd want to stop smuggling.

So we're putting a stop to it.

What more compensation
do you want than that?

The follow party
arrived, Bosun?

Aye, sir.
But we've found nothing.

What's in there?

Mr. Rash?

It's here somewhere.

Unless that informer, Ketch,
was lying, Captain.

He was too frightened to lie.

All right, Bosun,
fetch your ferret.
Aye, Captain.

Unchain him.

Look at this.

So they've no
fancy French wines, Captain?

You two. Come in here.

Come on.

What's this?
A hole in the floor, Captain.

I can see that, fool.
What's down there?

Why, the cellar, of course.
Why the concealed entrance?

Well, it's an old inn.

Get down there.

No secrets here, Captain.
Just tar for the nets,
lamp-oil and the like.

What's in that?

White varnish.
It's for the boats.

Are you sure it isn't
White Holland's Gin?
Yes.

Open it.

He was speaking
the truth, Captain.

Here, Captain.

Varnish?

Varnish, Captain.
Did anyone tell you different?

There's a man here
called Ketch. Do you know him?

Yes, that'll be young Tom.
I want to see him.

That would...
Take me to him,
no arguments.

After you.

Come this way, Captain.

They learnt anything?

Only the taste of
white varnish so far. At least
that's all the Bosun has.

If we don't get rid
of everything quick...

they'll learn the taste
of brandy and gin.

Listen.

Captain, I should have
told you, I was at sea
myself for years.

I've sailed
around the world three times.

Pirating?
There you go,
always suspicious.

No. I was a ship's carpenter.
Very good one. That's where
I learnt my trade.

Of course, it's a bit
quiet here,
after the high jinks at sea...

but it has its points.

What's down there?

That's the coffin shop.

But, Captain, you come here
to see Tom Ketch, didn't you?

Tom?

Came in this morning,
I haven't had time
to touch him up yet.

He was alive last night.

How did he die?

He was found floating in one
of the ponds on the marshes.

The Squire found him
this morning,
when he was out riding.

Squire Cobtree.
How did he die, man?

Dr. Pepper signed
the certificate:

"Natural causes."

But, I think from the look
of the poor fellow,
that he died of fright.

That's more like
unnatural causes, isn't it?
Frightened to death? What by?

Well, he didn't tell us,
of course, being dead...

but I think it was
the marsh phantoms.
The what?

The marsh phantoms.

People around here
don't believe in them.
Say they don't exist.

That's during the daytime,
of course.

At night, if you ask them
to go for a walk across
the marshes...

you'll find that
they'll have something
more important to do...

like bolting the door
and going to bed.
Old wives' tales.

I'm sure
you know best, Captain.

You say the Squire
discovered the body?
Yes.

Where do I find him?

He'll probably be in the
church saying his prayers.
Shall I take you?

No, I'll find him.
As you wish.

Thanks, matey.

You out of your wits?
Bringing him here,
risking all our necks?

I brought him to pay his
last respects to the swab
that gave us all away...

the late Tom Ketch.

He's off to see the
Squire now, won't be back
for quite some time.

We're getting rid
of this stuff.

Wait a minute.

That's the best elm.

I don't mind lending
my coffins in a good cause...

but I'm not having them
smashed up.

Lovely bit of grain.
Throw the liquor in the creek.

Smash up the kegs,
get rid of it.

By whose orders, Mr. Rash?
By my orders.

We were told to wait, Rash.

We'll wait so long,
we'll have a rope
around all our necks.

Get rid of it.

Mr. Rash?

Since when
have you given orders?

Well, I thought
with all those...

There's no need
for you to think.

I think for all of you.
Is that clearly understood?

As you say.
Exactly.

As I say...

the goods will be
delivered tonight,
in the usual way: At midnight.

What about the revenue men?

There's a chance
they'll be gone by then.

Well, supposing they're
not gone? I don't like it.

I'm not interested in whether
you like it or not, Mr. Rash.

Just as long
as you do as I tell you.

You've been in this trade
long enough to know
we all have to take risks.

It's all right for him.
He's done very nicely out
of it all these years.

Yes, very nicely.

He's taken
all of his fair share...

and squandered it on food
for those who were hungry...

and clothes for them
that didn't have any.

All right, Mr. Mipps.
Now listen.

Spread the word, the
King's men will not get
accommodation in the village.

There is to be no room
for them anywhere.

Aye, sir.

And remember,
there is to be
no violence, either.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Rash.

I heard you.
Then say so.

Midnight then.

He put you in your
place properly, Mr. Rash,
didn't he?

No violence.

Captain,
admiring our little church?

And you've removed
your hat, I see.

Are you no longer
in the service of the King?

I came to find the Squire.

But I'm also looking
for quarters
for my men, Parson.

Not in here, I hope.
No.

But you'll know
the most suitable places.

Yes. Have you tried the inn?

Come now, Parson.
There's only one room
in the inn.

And you have taken that,
I expect. It's hardly big
enough for all of you, is it?

Let me see now.
There's Mrs. Wagstaff's...

No, she's just had another,
hasn't she? Her thirteenth,
I think it is.

That would be little crowded,
wouldn't it? And a little
noisy, too, I expect.

Would you mind holding this
for a moment? Thank you.

Dr. Pepper has a spare room...

but he's been attending
some rather nasty cases
of the plague recently...

so I couldn't really
recommend there. No.

I'm afraid the inn
is about all we can offer.

Thank you.

I think the best thing
you can do is march
your men back to the ship...

just for tonight, and then
march them back
again tomorrow.

We are staying the night
in Dymchurch.
Are you?

I wonder where?

He certainly seemed
to keep you fellows chasing...

around the world, I must say.

Here's Squire Cobtree.

Sir Anthony, this gentleman
has been looking for you.

May I present Captain...

Captain Howard Collier,
at your service, sir.

Not the one who sank the
French frigate Lion d'Or at
the mouth of the St. Lawrence?

Then you've heard of me, sir.

Certainly.

We're not so out of touch that
we don't know something
about our national heroes.

Squire, I should...
Your man
has been telling me...

you chased this fellow
halfway around the world.

Capt. Clegg, sir.

Capt. Clegg?

So, this is where
the rascal ended up?

Yes, I flatter myself
that I gave him
a run for his money.

But you never
caught him, Captain.
Yes, that's true. But...

how did you know?

He was hanged at Rye,
I attended his last rites
as Prison Chaplain.

Last rites?

I suppose he repented
all his sins
at the last moment?

He died a Christian...

I interceded to obtain him
a Christian burial
here in Dymchurch.

Well, if I'd have caught him,
he'd have a different end.

I would have had him hanged,
drawn, and quartered.
Publicly, too.

I'm sure you would,
but you didn't catch him,
did you?

Well, I must be...
Squire?

I may take
you for supper, Blyss.

Delighted. Thank you.

I should like a word
with you...
Not now.

It's important.
Very well then.

Join us for super. At the inn.


You honor me, sir.

Shall I see you and your men
at Evensong, Captain?



I very much doubt it, Parson.

Sailors have other ways
of looking
after their spirits.

"Sing a little
and laugh a little"

"Work a little
Spend a little"

What are you staring at, son?
I can tie that knot.

Want to be a sailor
when you grow up?
No, I'm going to be a hangman.

I'm gonna string him up
and cut him down.

We may have business
for you, boy,
before we finish here.

Have you all done staring?

If it's all the same
to you, miss, I'd like
a few minutes more.

Imogene, Mrs. Rash wants you.

Yes, Mrs. Rash.

You slip round the back
and see if there is
any more of this ale.

"Sing a little
and laugh a little"

"Work a little
and spare a little"

"Twiddle a little
and put in the middle"

"Let's drink up all we can"

"Twiddle a little
and put in the middle"

"And drink up all we can"

Harry!

You shouldn't come here.
Aren't you pleased to see me?

No. It's not right for
the Squire's son
to be hanging around...

Hanging around the back
of the inn to see the barmaid.

You keep telling me that.
It's true.

We'll go in then.
No, please don't do that.

If Mr. Rash should see you,
I don't know
what he'd do to me.

He doesn't treat you
badly, does he?
No.

But he's my legal guardian,
and he could send me
away if he wanted to.

If he should he guess
that we're seeing
each other...

Let him guess.

Harry, give me that...
Why should he object to me?

Wouldn't he like you
to marry...

the Squire's son?

Marry?

Lmogene, you know
we will marry
as soon as we can.

So you said.

I do love you so.
Yes, you've said that, too.

You said that if your father
wouldn't allow you
to marry me...

then we'd be married secretly.
So we will.

We'd leave here...

and go to some new place
where no one knew
or cared who we were.

So we will.

Then why don't we?

Because I can't.

You see, I might be
in some danger.
What danger?

Lmogene, where is that ale?
Quick! Don't let him see you.

Later?
I'll try.

I thought I told you to hurry.
Bringing it now,
Mr. Rash.

Wait a minute.
Has somebody
been out here with you?

No, no one.

Where have you been
all this time, girl?

The Squire's here
with his party.
Take this in to him.

Hurry now.

Pigeon pie.

It always amazes me how
Mrs. Rash gets so many birds
under one crust.

She's a
Dymchurch woman.

What goes on under the crust
of this village
would surprise anyone.

Rash, bring out some Madeira
and open a bottle
of Chateau Lafite.

I have already taken
the liberty of doing so.
Splendid.

One moment, Mr. Rash.
I was told you didn't
stock wines in this inn.

No, sir. But the Squire
generally keeps
a few bottles...

from his
own private cellar here.

And a very pretty wine
it is, too.
And a pretty duty it pays.

Or should, then.

By thunder, sir,
are you suggesting that...

Perhaps you'd like
my cellar book?

I cannot believe he...

The Captain is
only complimenting you
on your choice of wine.

I hope you'll sample
my little stock.
If you stay long enough.

I should be pleased to.

Where have you been?
You're late.
I'm sorry I'm late, sir.

But that doesn't answer
my question.
Where have you been?

You left these outside, sir.

I was otherwise engaged,
Father.

Wenching again,
I'll stake my wig.

My son. The free thinker.

Fair shares for all,
and all that nonsense.

You don't get it from me,
I can assure you of that.

What do you think of it?

What with that
and his wenching...

You should be very glad
that he has an eye
for the ladies.

It's high time one of the
Cobtrees introduced some
good looks into the family.

What is it, Bosun?

It's about the billets
for the men.
What about them?

There ain't none. There's not
an empty room
in the whole village.

Should I march the men back
to the ship, sir?

Yes. I suppose you could.
Just a minute.

What sort of men
are they, Captain?

The sweepings of Chatham,
I'll be bound.

They're as fine a body of men
as you'll get.

Yes, but they won't object
to discomfort?
They're used to that.

There is a barn of mine
they can use.

It's around the back
of the church.
The boy will show you.

Go see about it, Bosun.
Aye, aye, sir.

I do seem
to have made rather a mess.

I better just slip down
into the bar.
Mrs. Rash will...

give me a damp cloth.
I'm so sorry. Excuse me.

Thank you very much, Squire,
for the...

On the way.

Give us a song,
He can't sing.

We don't want no words,
just a melody.
Give him the note, Dad.

Not until your song.

Go on. One, two...

Stop it. Let him go.

Give us a kiss, then.

It must be the drink.

Can't think what's come over
the heathen creature,
Your Reverence.

Generally, he's as quiet
as a lamb.
What on earth's happening?

My apologies, Parson.
Bosun, what happened?

One of your men
got a little out of hand...

but then our local ale is
rather strong. Please,
it's of no consequence.

Shall I get the men
outside, sir?

Sooner the better
it would seem.

Yes, Bosun, march them off.
All right.

Come on,
you rum-swilling rats,
outside, come on.

Free thinkers,
the lot of them.

This wouldn't have happened
in the old King's time,
you know.

Well, let's get back
to our pigeon pie. Come on.

I understand it was you,
Squire, who found the body
of Tom Ketch...

in the marsh this morning?

Well?
Have you any idea
how he died?

Dr. Pepper says
it was heart failure.

If that's what he says he died
of, then that's how he died,
as far as I'm concerned.

More pork, Blyss?
No, thank you.

Heart failure.

It was rather sudden,
wasn't it?

I don't know if it was sudden
or not,
I don't very much care.

Neither, sir, do I very
much care for
the tone of your questions.

I'm sure the Captain
is only trying to do his duty.

Let him do it
with a little respect
for his betters.

Why are you so interested
in this man,
Ketch, Captain?

I might as well tell you.
Since he can come
to no more harm.

It was Ketch who told me
of certain activities...

he knew were going on
here in Dymchurch.
What activities?

Smuggling.

If there was
any smuggling here,
I'd know about it.

You forget that I am
to be chief magistrate.

How do you think
Ketch died, Captain?

Thank you. I don't know.

All I've heard is some
c*ck and bull story about
being frightened to death...

by phantoms.

Phantoms, ghosts, spooks.

You haven't heard, of the
Romney Marsh phantoms,
Captain?

Are they some local
superstitions? Don't tell me
you believe in them, Squire.

Would you k*ll an albatross
or set sail on a Friday?

No, I wouldn't, but...
Local superstitions
of yours, Captain?

But have any
of you seen any
of these so-called phantoms?

You, Squire? You, Parson?

I know many honest men, whose
word I trust implicitly,
who have seen them.

I've seen them, sir.

You have?

What do they look like?
They were horrible.

Their horses seemed to move
without touching the ground...

or even making a sound.

Their faces were like
nothing on this earth...

glowing as if...

they were on fire.

How many were there?

A dozen or more,
it was difficult to tell,
Father...

they kept appearing
and disappearing.

They disappeared 'cause
they weren't there. Except
in your fevered imagination.

You'd change your tune
if you saw them for yourself.

If I ever saw them, sir,
it's this I'd change.

To water.

Now with your leave, I must
see that my men
are bedded down for the night.

Bosun, here we are.

Thank you, boy.

Here. Give him this.

Lovable little creature,
isn't he?

What happened to him?
He fell foul of Capt. Clegg.

The pirate?
Aye, that's him.

He attacked Clegg's wife,
so they say.

So they left him to die
on a desert island
in the South Seas.

But we were up on Clegg's
heels at the time
and we picked him up.

Lucky for you we did.

Is he always like this?
No, he's all right,
in the ordinary way.

Tonight something seems
to have upset him.

He ain't his usual happy self.

Get back!

See,
he's frightened of fire, boy.

You know, he doesn't seem
to like the look of you.

Some people
have that effect on him.

And when he is like that...

he'd just as soon
slit your throat...

or claw out your gizzards
as look at you.

So the local people
really believe in these
marsh phantoms, Parson?

They're very devout here,
they don't meddle
with forces of darkness.

You're a doctor of divinity,
don't tell me you
believe in them, too?

I believe
in the power of good and evil.

Good night, Vicar.
Good night, Mr. Mipps.

I know that strange,
devilish forces do exist...

with powers
beyond the comprehension
of mere mortal men.

It's best not to antagonize
those forces.

I saw them.

What in heaven's name, man...

Oh, God! The phantoms...

they passed so close
I could have touched them.

Steady, man.

I saw them just as close
as you are to me now.

I never want to see
their likes again.

Where did you see them?
In the village?
Village? No.

They're out there.
On the marshes.

They scared
the wits out of me.
Where on the marshes?

Where?
North, south, east,
west, where, man?

I couldn't say exactly.
Then think exactly.

Think, man.
He's had
a terrible experience.

Out there somewhere.
How far?

A tidy way,
about a mile or more.

A tidy way. No faces...

only skulls.

If you have all the
information you require
from him, I'll take him home.

He is coming with me.

He's going to show me
these marsh phantoms
of yours, Parson.

Can't you see
he is ill with shock?

Then a walk across the marshes
will do him some good.

Come on.
In the name
of charity, Captain...

In the name of the King,
I'm taking this man.
Good night, Parson.

Captain, I don't want
to go back there.
Come on.

Pleasant dreams, mateys.

This stuff tickles,
doesn't it?

Come on, mate.
Get your head down.

Come on outside.

Come on, you scum,
let's see the color
of your feet.

Get outside.
What's up then, Bosun?

You are all going for
a nice long walk
across the marshes.

That's what's up.
Now move yourselves.

Come on outside.

Come on! Move!

Come off it. Go to sleep.

Which way?
There, sir.

Right, lead them off, Bosun.

Right turn!

Forward!

Everything ready,
Mr. Mipps?

It is, yes.
We'd better move
quickly then.

I think we are about
ready now, Mr. Rash.

It's them,
it's the King's men.

Evening, Captain.
Working late tonight,
coffin-maker?

Yes. These chilly evenings
are good for business.

And if you lot were
to get lost in the marshes,
it'll be even better.

That wagging tongue
of yours...

will have us all
dangling one day.

Just attending to business,
Mr. Rash. All safe now.

Wait, I want a word with you.
Why? What have I done?

It's not what you've done
but what you might do.

You're becoming a danger
to the organization.
You're losing your nerve.

I don't like the King's men
around our necks.

Would you prefer
the hangman's noose?

That's what you'll get us all
if you're not careful.

I ought to be with the others.

You'll not join them tonight.
You'll go home.

Why? I've always done
my share.
Carried out my orders.

Come and see me
tomorrow evening
at the vicarage.

We'll be safe by then.

Where are you going?

Where are you going
down there?

Of course, this is only
the outskirts of the marshes,
as you might say.

Once you get right
into the heart of them...

then to move as much us
one step from the path is
more then your life is worth.

Six good men we lost that year
because they didn't watch out
where they were going.

Now, the year before
we had three...

You keep us
on the straight course...

because where we go, you go.

Is this still the right way?
Yes, Captain. Right enough.

How much further?
You've a long way to go yet.

You don't seem so frightened
of these phantoms as you did.

That's 'cause I know
we've a long way to go
before we catch up with him.

And I've got you for company.
Now, as I was saying...

Halt.
Bring that man up here.

How much further?
Not much
further now, Captain.

I want to know
exactly how much.

Maybe a mile, perhaps two.

You don't seem very sure.
I don't know this place.

But you came here
less than two hours ago.

Or did you?
Well, I...

Look! The phantom!
There it is.

I don't like being made
a fool of.

Bosun, your knife.
Hold his ears.

You were sent as a decoy
to see us out of the way,
weren't you?

To see us out of the way
of your smuggling friends.

No!

You're going to take us
to your friends now,
aren't you?

I can't do that.

Bosun, cut off one ear.

No. In the name of mercy, no.

You'll do as I tell you?

Yes.

Which way?

Bosun, keep close behind him.

Come on, lads.

Come on.

Keg of brandy for Maidstone...

ditto Canterbury.

Odds are good.

The pack horses
are here, boys.

I've got a score of kegs
and bottles for you this time.

Come along, lads,
don't waste any time there.

They say the King's men
are on the prowl tonight.

They're off across the marshes
on a fool's errand.
Good luck to them.

Thanks, Henry.

Be lively, Henry.
That man Collier is no fool.

Come along, boys.
We can't hang around
here tonight.

Is that it?
Yes. That's it.

The scarecrow. He's signaled.

Here, that scarecrow.
Well, what about it?

We passed that way back
on the marshes.
I swear we did.

Surround the windmill!

All right, Bosun.

Hey, that scarecrow. It moved.
It moved, I tell you.

That scarecrow moved, sir.

Did it?

Blood.

Good morning, Captain.

Getting up an appetite?
I'm an early riser myself.

Would you care
to join me for breakfast?

Grilled kidneys and bacon,
I think.
Carry on, Bosun.

Thank you, Doctor.

Let yourself in.
It's not locked.
Party, forward!

Down in a moment.
Goodbye.

I always think
this is the best part
of the day, don't you?

Come in!

Thank you.

There. What did I say?
Kidneys and bacon.
Delicious. Come in.

Help yourself, please do.
Or some coffee first, perhaps.

Did you sleep well last night?

Exceptionally well, thank you.
And you?

You were out looking for
the phantoms, weren't you?
Of course.

Don't tell me
you've only just returned.
Yes.

Dear me. You must've walked
a long way.
Did you have any luck?

Yes and no.

That's comprehensive anyway.
Cream? What did you find?

A scarecrow that bled.

Why did you flinch
when I touched your arm?

It wasn't my arm, Captain.
You trod on my foot.

Captain.
What is it?

Captain, sir, Bosun says
will you come at once?
It's urgent.

My apologies, Parson.

Good day.

Come and have some breakfast,
Harry, you've earned it.

And you had better get
these boots
of yours cleaned quickly.

Must have jumped him
from behind, done him in.

Got free
and made a run for it, sir.

Yes.

No.

Come on.

What the...

What happened?
Douse the fire.

What happened, sir?
Your mulatto,
he broke into my house.

Smee, fetch the Bosun
with the party. And hurry.

I'll see that
you're not disturbed anymore.

I wonder why he should
break into your house.

When you catch him
you might ask him.

He wouldn't be able
to tell me, sir. He had his
tongue cut out by Capt. Clegg.

Can you find your way home?

Without your spectacles.

Yes, thank you, Captain.

Good night.

Please take me away from here.
Somewhere where
we can start a new life.

I can't leave here, lmogene.
Not yet, that is.

But you said you'd be willing
to start afresh
in some other place.

You told me that.

It's still true.
That's what we will do.

But I have
to ask someone first.
Your father?

No, not my father.
Who, then?

Harry, please tell me.

Imogene, do you trust me?

Yes, I do. I always have done.

Trust me a little longer then,
will you?
If you ask me to.

Mr. Rash.

Please get out of my room.
Not until I've kissed
you good-night...

and told you a little
bedtime story. The story
of little lmogene.

Who are you?
You know.

I know what the Parson told me
when he brought you here.

He said that your father was
some brave Captain
that was lost at sea.

He was.
He was lost all right.
To the devil.

You're the daughter of a
common pirate
that was hanged at Rye jail.

I don't believe it.
Here's the proof.

Your father was Capt. Clegg.

Don't you fret yourself,
my little pirate's daughter...

I'll not tell anyone.

I've always been respectful
to you, haven't I?

But I've had to keep
my real feelings to myself,
until now.

Come back!

Lmogene.
Dr. Blyss. I must see you.

Come inside.

What's happened?
Is it true that
my father was Capt. Clegg?

Who told you that?
Mr. Rash.

Yes, it is true.
Does it trouble you?

Why, because of Harry?
We were to be married.

And now you think
he won't marry you,
is that it?

My dear lmogene,
you underestimate him.

My father was hanged in jail.
A coward and a traitor.

Now, that is not true,
lmogene.

Clegg was bad but he was never
a coward nor a traitor.
Sit down.

He outwitted the
entire British Navy
for more than 10 years.

They never forgave him.

Did you know he was offered
a free pardon by the King...

for capturing
a Spanish sl*ve trader?

But he wasn't pardoned,
they hanged him.

As soon as he touched
British soil, the navy seized
him and flung him into jail...

and then hanged him
without a trial.

He was betrayed, lmogene.

That's why he lies out there
now in our churchyard.

He's taken the body.

You asked to see me, sir?
Yes. Imogene's here.

She has some news for you.
I think she would
rather tell you herself.

What is it, lmogene?
My father was Capt. Clegg.

Yes, I know.

You know?

Dr. Blyss told me
some time ago. He asked me
to keep it a secret.

You knew all the time.

Harry.

Perhaps you'd like to escort
your fiancée
back to the inn, Harry.

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

What is it, lmogene?
I can't go back there.
To the inn.

Why not?

Mr. Rash.

What about Mr. Rash?

He'd been drinking.

He came into my room and...
Harry!

Young Squire.

If you so much as
look at lmogene again, Rash...

I'll k*ll you.

Hurt your arm, have you?
Did you hear what I said?

I wonder how
you came to do that.

I said,
"Did you hear what I said?"

I heard you, my fine
young Squire. So it's my
little ward you fancy, is it?

I don't wonder at it.
Very generous girl
is our lmogene.

Don't mind
sharing her favors.

Get his knife, Bosun.

Go on, pick them up.

Take him outside
to the horse trough,
and sober him up.

Captain, look at his arm!

Look at it!

May I take
a look at your arm, sir?

Cut yourself?
Yes, Captain. Shaving.

I shot a scarecrow, and hit
a man. It was you, wasn't it?

Captain, I ask you.
Do I look like a scarecrow?

Take him in there
and teach him
not to be funny with me.

Drink, Bosun.

And now perhaps you'd care
to tell me
how you got that wound?

No, I wouldn't.
Hold it, Bosun.

These lads can get very nasty
if they want, you know.

I wouldn't tell you,
whatever you did to me.

No, I don't believe you would.
He'll be more use
to us as a hostage.

Collect a party and take him
down to the ship, Bosun.
He'll be safer down there.

Enjoy your bath, Mr. Landlord?

One moment, Mr. Rash.
How did you know
about the boy's arm?

I saw it, didn't I?
But how did you know
I'd be interested?

I've got something here
that will
interest you, Captain.

I will give you this
if you let me go free.

What is it?
I'll turn King's evidence
if you will let me...

Get up.

Bright lad, aren't you?
Get him to the ship.

Out, sir.

Keep him under guard
until he comes around.

Who's there?
Mr. Rash, what
are you doing here?

It's all up with us, Mipps.

We've got to save ourselves
as fast as we can.

Before they come for us,
you and me, Mipps.

What are you going on about?
It's the King's men.

They've got the Scarecrow.
They what?

They've got Harry.
He'll tell them everything.

They've got Harry?
Where have they got him?

They're taking him
to their ship.

You stay here, Mr. Rash.
I'll go for the Vicar.

We can't wait for that.
He won't do us no good now.

Mr. Mipps.
They've got Harry.

What's that?

Keep the ranks, Bosun.
Get back.

Get back into your ranks.
Keep the men in formation.

Get back!

Hold on. Bosun, after them.

Let's have a look at you.

I'm all right, sir.
Now listen.

We've got to move fast,
Collier knows too much.

You mean we must disband?
Yes. I had...

Imogene's happiness
means everything to me.

For her sake, and mine, I want
you to take her away,
now, before it's too late.

Take her away?
There's water in there
and a towel.

Clean yourself up and hurry.
But lmogene...

Imogene, quickly.
Now, wait for me here.

Harry.
Sir?

But why...
You'll find out.

Come along, Harry,
come on.

Mipps, all I need
is a fast horse...

Master Harry.

Imogene.

Dearly beloved, we are
gathered together here,
in the sight of God...

and in the face
of this congregation...

to join together
this man and this woman
in holy matrimony.

To love, cherish, and obey.

Until death us do part.

Until death us do part.

And thereto...

And thereto...

I pledge thee my truth.

I pledge thee my truth.

With this ring, I thee wed.
With my body, I thee worship.

And with all my worldly goods,
I thee endow.

For as much as Harry
and lmogene have consented
together in holy wedlock...

and have witnessed the same
before God and this company.

And have declared the same
by giving
and receiving of a ring...

and joining of hands.

I pronounce that they be
man and wife together.

God bless you, sir.
You take care of her, Harry.

Dear lmogene, be happy.

Get your men posted, Bosun.

Where is Dr. Blyss?

There are horses
waiting for you.

I can't leave you like this.
You can and you will.
Now hurry.

The last time I saw him
was about,
I should think, at 10:00.

Perhaps even 11:00. Well, let
us say half-past
just to be on the safe side.

All right, Mr. Mipps.
Thank you.

I believe you wanted
to see me?
I've come to arrest you, sir.

On what charge?
And where is your warrant?

Have you issued
a warrant, Squire?
No, I most certainly have not.

Captain, unless you give me
the explanation
you promised...

I shall have to report you
to the Lords of the Admiralty.

Dr. Blyss, I should like you
to answer a few questions.

Now, in front of the Squire.

Then you shall have
your explanation,
and I, my warrant.

In view of your cloth
and surroundings...

I do not feel I need
to ask you
to swear to tell the truth.

I am ready.

How long have you been
vicar of this village?

Ten years.
What were you
before you came here?

A younger man.

I want a straight answer.
That is what I gave you.

Will you answer me or not?

I will. But I must warn you
I've lived a very full life...

and the telling of it
may take some time.

However, there is nothing
I like better
than talking about myself.

If you all have the time
to spare...
I certainly haven't.

I'll see you in the morning.
This will not
take long, Squire.

Dr. Blyss...

you knew Capt. Clegg,
is this true?

It's hardly likely to be
otherwise,
since it was I who told you.

But you knew him well?
As well as any man could.

There is a story
that Clegg's wife
was attacked by a mulatto...

and died in childbirth.

That is true.

And that Clegg
left this mulatto
to starve on a coral reef.

We rescued him.
This same mulatto.

Do you think
he would be likely
to recognize Clegg again?

More than likely.

You agree that
it would be natural
for him to seek revenge.

Of course.

Do you remember
the first night you saw him?

Do you remember how he behaved
when he saw you?

He attacked you, didn't he?
Why?

Because he recognized you,
Capt. Clegg.

Clegg was hanged at Rye.
He's buried out there.

He was never buried,
because he's not dead.

Clegg's grave
in the churchyard is empty.

He was hanged, yes...

but look!

Lord save us!

Even your cloth
can't sanctify the mark
of the hangman's rope.

Capt. Clegg, I arrest you
in the name of the King.

Bosun.
Aye, Captain.

Wait!

You're right, Capt. Collier,
Clegg was hanged.

At least the rope was placed
around his neck
and the trap was sprung.

But he had many friends.

The hangman was in the plot
to rescue him,
and Clegg escaped.

But no man can stand upon
the gallows without coming
face to face with his soul.

On that day,
truly the old Clegg died.

What the new Clegg has done,
you all know.

When I first came here,
I found you
in wretchedness and poverty...

deprived by harsh laws
and heavy taxes...

of the simple comforts
all men
have a right to expect.

I took upon myself the task
of changing all that...

at the expense of the Revenue.

What I did was
for the good of you all.

Take him.

Let him go.

Come on, Captain,
on your feet.

Come on.

This way, lads!

Come on, Captain.
You're doing well.

They'll never find us here.

That's right. Come along now.
You're doing fine.

We're not beaten yet, Captain.

Here. Just like old times.
Here, drink this.

Mr. Mipps!

Captain?