Captain Ben Pease.
A long time ago,
Ben and I were business partners.
We had a falling-out
over a certain young lady.
I shot his balls off.
It was an accident.
Now he blames me
for everything he does.
Every time he loots or pillages
or murders, he leaves my sign behind.
I'll tell you, boy,
that the sorry bastard will do anything.
Then why haven't you done anything
about it before?
I don't know.
I've gotten used to it, I guess.
Used to it? Or grown to like it?
- Like it?
- The notoriety.
Reputation can have its profits.
I know that.
Yeah, surely.
But the cost has gone too high.
Then you are going to do
something about it?
I intend to.
- And what of my Sophie?
- She's not your Sophie today, boy.
And we'll find her.
- Before Pease kills her?
- He won't kill her.
He may slap her around a little bit,
but he won't hurt her.
Then there has to be an end
to Ben Pease.
I'd appreciate it if you'd help me kill him.
I'd be happy to, son.
We'll send him straight to hell
where he belongs.
Good morning, Reverend. How are you?
- Better than I was.
- Good.
- Where are we?
- Coming into the port of Samoa.
It's not the jewel of the Pacific,
but it is the center.
- Center for what?
- Everything.
Every kind of thieving,
profiteering criminal in the world
passes through here sooner or later.
What the civilized world won't have
finds a happy home in Samoa.
Including Ben Pease?
That's his brig, the Leanora, right there.
Well, then, shouldn't we go over there
and seize him and his ship right now?
If you want Ben,
you don't knock on his front door.
He wouldn't answer?
He'd blow your brains out.
- Hello, Henry.
- Good to see you, Bully.
Yeah, good to see you.
- Hello, Bully.
- Hello, darling.
Hello, Bully.
- Hello, Bully.
- Hey.
- Hi!
- Hello, dear.
I'll be 10 minutes.
Coming about?
- Well, he said 10 minutes.
- Certainly not.
It's a post office I need.
- Jezebel.
- Bully!
Winky, my darling.
Hello, Bully.
This is a group of orphans
I helped out many years ago.
- Ganja!
- Bully!
- Excuse me.
- Thank you.
- You here for the sale?
- Sale?
Yeah, the big blackbird sale today.
- Blackbird sale? Where?
- It's at the auction house.
You'll find some good bargains there.
Girls. Boys. Whatever you want.
Don't go over there! You might get hurt.
I was a varsity boxer at Harvard.
I can take care of myself.
All right, Ganja Joe,
where is that son of a bitch Ben Pease?
He's gotta... He's got a girl for...
As I was saying, where is Mr. Pease?
Get them barrels ready.
We're moving out.
- Now?
- Now!
And bring up an empty one for the girl.
- What's the matter?
- Bully Hayes is here.
- Get ready, young lady.
- Where now, Mr. Pease?
Nowhere you'd know, pretty.
Don't be so sure.
Have you ever heard of Ponape?
Hasn't everyone?
You've got two minutes.
$5.20.
Yes, come along, ladies and gentlemen.
This is a fine young worker,
plenty of muscles.
$5.25, $0.30, $0.35,
$0.40. Get yourself, sir. $0.45.
$5.45. Going at $5.45.
Called out at $5.45! Thank you, sir.
Stop this! Stop this!
You're slavers! You're slavers!
You're all slavers!
These people were kidnapped
by someone called Ben Pease!
He is a murderer!
Get him outside.
Pack her up.
Time to go.
Come along, Mr. Blake.
Post your letter there, Mr. Blake?
All right, boys, listen up.
Everything is going according to plan.
Do as I told you, and we'll pick them off
one by one by one.
Here, Rats, look out.
Two on the way.
Goodbye,
sailor.
How many?
And then there were three.
Out of the way! Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
Whoa!
Ben!
- Bully!
- Ben, you have something of mine.
- And what could that be?
- I think you know.
It couldn't be the girl, surely?
Give her up, Ben, or I'll tear
your heart out with my bare hands.
- I'd like to oblige, but...
- Oblige me, Ben!
Now, Bully, you wouldn't want to go
and ruin our friendship
over some little floozie, would you?
- Where is