pounds, sir. The pick of the island!
Mr. Morgan, I shall commend
your industry to Sir Joseph Banks.
Thank you. There's one difficulty, sir,
a very grave one.
These growing plants require more water
than we can store aboard.
We can't let them die, sir.
We won't.
Mr. Morgan, I'll take these trees
to the West Indies...
...every tree in prime condition.
I shall cut the water allowance
for the entire ship's company.
Good morrow to you.
I'll drink your health in Portsmouth!
- Put your stuff there.
- It's mine, sir. It's a gift.
Captain's orders.
Put it down and go forward!
Shore leave in heaven, duty in hell again.
- What have you got there?
- Monday Wash, sir.
It's a pet, sir.
Her name's Monday Wash.
Mr. Maggs, take that laundry
for the captain's table.
But, sir! Oh!
Now get forward!
- Come along, there. Hurry!
- Did he hurt you?
No, but one day,
I'll take that cane away...
Look behind you.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYS]
[SPEAKING TAHITIAN]
Yes.
Aren't you coming aboard, Hitihiti?
I have said farewell to Bligh.
I have sent gift to King George.
- Then this is goodbye.
- Yes.
Byam, tayo.
- You have been happy here?
- Very happy, Hitihiti.
Byam, I have no son.
Stay here with me. Be my son.
I must return to England.
I shall never come back.
[SPEAKS TAHITIAN]
Byam...
...you will think of us sometime.
- Hitihiti.
[SPEAKS TAHITIAN]
[MUSIC BOX PLAYS]
[SPEAKS TAHITIAN]
CHRISTIAN:
Roger! Will you come here, please?
- Look.
- Big as gooseberries!
Make her understand.
These are priceless, I can't take them.
[SPEAKS TAHITIAN]
She says they're for your mother.
Oh. Well, thank her, Roger.
And tell her when this voyage is over,
somehow, I'm coming back.
- I can't tell her that.
- I mean it, Roger.
But it's a dream, Fletcher.
This island isn't real for you and me.
It's the ship that's real.
It's taking us home.
Tell her, Roger.
[SPEAKING TAHITIAN]
Thank you, Roger.
[SPEAKS TAHITIAN]
Goodbye, Maimiti.
That's right. No tears, lass.
Love?
Love.
Goodbye.
Reporting with deserters. Taken on the
other side of the island. No resistance.
BLIGH:
Very well, Mr. Young.
So you let them take you alive.
You'll regret that, me lads.
Take them below.
BURKITT:
We ain't deserters, sir.
You kept us aboard because we
dropped that tub of breadfruit.
- We wanted to see the island...
- Take them below and put them in irons.
Prisoners in escort, into file.
Left, turn!
Quick march!
- Is she ready for sea, Mr. Fryer?
- Ready, sir.
- Set topsails and jibs.
- Stand by. Topsails and jibs.
MAN:
All hands on deck!
[PIPE WHISTLING]
Looking about me, I can't believe
we're in a ship of the royal navy.
The deck's like a barnyard!
Paradise is astern, gentlemen.
I'll break the men of that island
if I have to flog every thieving...
Which reminds me...
...10 coconuts, Crown property,
were stolen on your watch.
Correct, Mr. Maggs?
MAGGS: I counted myself.
- I'll account for the men in my watch.
- They didn't take them.
- Can you account for yourself?
Mr. Bligh, may I recall
the outward voyage?
Harsh things were said, but I hoped
the return trip would be better.
Then suppose you
return the 10 coconuts.
- You think I'm so fond of them I'd steal?
- Yes, you hypocrite.
You stole Crown property
more valuable.
- Explain that!
- Pearls, Mr. Christian.
- Pearls?
BLIGH: I believe I said pearls.
Fortunately, Mr. Maggs was at the boat.
He saw that native woman
give you two pearls.
I think I'm beginning to understand.
The native woman, as you call her,
gave the pearls to me.
- They are not Crown property.
- The goods I gave away to the natives...
...belong to the Crown. What comes
back belongs to the Crown!
I'm not the most patient man
in the world. Give them to me!
Remember, Mr. Bligh:
Crown property.
Very well, Mr. Christian.
Crown property.
- Gratings rigged.
- Everybody present?
- Everyone present, sir, but the surgeon.
- Huh?
The surgeon is ill, sir.