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Humorous Scripts: Pirates of the Caribbean Authors: Ted Elliott & Terry Rossio
                         Pirates of the Caribbean - DEAD MAN'S CHEST
                        
               [view looking straight down at rolling swells, sound of wind
               and thunder, then a low heartbeat]
 

               PORT ROYAL

               [teacups on a table in the rain]

               [sheet music on music stands in the rain]

               [bouquet of white orchids, Elizabeth sitting in the rain holding
               the bouquet]
 
               [men rowing, men on horseback, to the sound of thunder]

               [EITC logo on flag blowing in the wind]

               [many rowboats are entering the harbor]

               [Elizabeth sitting alone, at a distance]

               [marines running, kick a door in]

               [a mule is seen on the left in the barn where the marines enter]
 
              
               [Liz looking over her shoulder]

               [Elizabeth drops her bouquet]

               [Will is in manacles, being escorted by red coats]

                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                          Will...!

               [Elizabeth runs to Will]

                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         Why is this happening?

                                     WILL TURNER
                         I don't know. You look beautiful.

                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         I think it's bad luck for the groom
                         to see the bride before the wedding.
 
                        
               [marines cross their long axes to bar Governor from entering]
 
              
               [Beckett, in white hair and curls, is standing with Mercer]
 
              
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been
                         too long.
 
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         His Lord now... actually.

                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         In fact, I *do*. Mister Mercer! The
                         warrant for the arrest of one William
                         Turner.
 
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         Oh, is it? That's annoying. My mistake.
                         Arrest her.
 
                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         On what charges?

                                     WILL TURNER
                         No!

               [Beckett takes another document from Mercer, who is standing
               with Beckett, craggy face and pony tail]
 
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         Ah-ha! Here's the one for William Turner.
                         And I have another one for a Mister
                         James Norrington. Is he present?
 
                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         *What are the charges?*

                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         I don't believe that's the answer to
                         the question I asked.
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Lord Beckett! In the category of questions
                         *not* answered...
 
                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         We are under the jurisdiction of the
                         King's governor of Port Royal, and you
                         will tell us what we are charged with.
                        
 
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         For which the punishment, regrettably,
                         is *also* death. Perhaps you remember
                         a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.
 
                        
                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         *Captain* Jack Sparrow.

                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I thought
                         you might.
 

               BLACK PEARL

               [views of rigging ropes and blocks aboard a ship at night]
 
              
               [Gibbs walks the deck alone at night, singing and drinking from
               a bottle]
 
                                     GIBBS
                          Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.
                         Yo ho ho, and a *bottle* of rum. Drink
                         and the devil had done for the rest.
                         Yo ho ho, and a *bottle* of rum. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
                        
 
               [a bell tolls, Gibbs is interrupted from his drinking by the
               sound]
 
               [Gibbs looks up to see a flock of crows flying in the foggy night
               sky]
 

               TURKISH PRISON

               [tolling of bells, camera pans to show the crows flying toward
               a coastal island]
 
               [pinnacle-like island off the coast at night, connected to the
               mainland by thin, lighted bridge]
 
               [cages with men inside line the bridge]

               [prisoners are being marched across the bridge]

               [a male prisoner with bloody legs is muttering, and is dragged
               across the bridge by guards]
 
               [a crow is seen reflected in the eye of one male prisoner in
               a cage, the crow attacks and pecks his eye out, he screams]
 
              
               [the prisoner who was being dragged is taken down a hatch-like
               door in the ground, he also screams]
 
               [rocky shoreline, lit with torches]

               [men toss caskets into the sea]

               [numerous caskets are floating out to sea, vertical streaks in
               the distant clouds are seen]
 
               [a crow lands on one casket, begins pecking at the top]

               [sudden gunblast from inside the casket blows the crow away,
               along with much wood]
 
               [hand holding flintlock pistol emerges, pans about, points it
               at audience for a moment]
 
               [Jack breaks out of the top of the casket, puts his captain's
               hat on]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Sorry, mate.

               [Jack breaks the skeleton's leg off]

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Mind if we make a little side trip?
                          I didn't think so.
 
               [Jack uses the skeleton leg as an oar, rows toward the full moon
               and a waiting ship in the distance to the right of the moon]
 
              
               BLACK PEARL

               [Jack arrives at the Black Pearl in his coffin rowboat]

               [Gibbs holds out his hand to help Jack aboard, Jack puts the
               skeleton leg in Gibbs' hand]
 
               [Cotton drapes a coat onto Jack's back]

                                     GIBBS
                         Not *quite* according to plan.

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Complications arose, ensued, were overcome.
 
                        
                                     GIBBS
                         You got what you went in for, then?
 
                        
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Mm-hmm!

                                     GIBBS
                         Captain, I think the crew, meaning me
                         as well, were expecting something a
                         bit more... *shiny*. What with the Isla
                         de Muerta going all pear shaped, reclaimed
                         by the sea, and the treasure with it.
                          
 
                                     LEECH
                         And the Royal Navy chasing us all around
                         the Atlantic.
 
                                     MARTY
                         And the hurricane!

               Aye.

                                     CREW
                         Aye.

               Aye.

                                     GIBBS
                         All in all, it's seems some time since
                         we did a speck of honest pirating.
 
                        
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Shiny?

                                     GIBBS
                         Aye, shiny.

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Is that how you're all feeling, then?
                         Perhaps dear old Jack is not serving
                         your best interests as captain?
 
                                     COTTON'S PARROT
                         Awk! Walk the plank! 

               [Jack grabs his pistol and points it at the bird]

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         What did the bird say?

                                     LEECH
                         Do not blame the bird. Show us what
                         is on that piece of cloth there.
 
                        
               [the monkey snarls, seizes the cloth, scampers off with it]
 
              
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Ohhh!

               [Jack attempts to shoot the monkey with his pistol, his pistol
               misfires]
 
               [Jack grabs a pistol from another crewman and blasts the monkey
               while it's on the deck]
 
               [the monkey drops the cloth, but is unharmed, and scurries into
               the rigging]
 
                                     GIBBS
                         Know that don't do no good. 

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         It does me.

               [Marty picks up the cloth that the monkey dropped]

                                     MARTY
                         It's a key!

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         No! Much more better. It is a *drawing*
                         of a key.
 
               [Jack holds up the cloth, the crew crowd forward]

               [Among the crew:
                 Chinese man, black man with a black
                 beard, white bearded man with large
                 black hat]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Gentlemen, what do keys do?

                                     LEECH
                         Keys... unlock... *things*?

                                     GIBBS
                         And whatever this key unlocks, *inside*
                         there's something valuable. So, we're
                         setting out to find whatever this key
                         unlocks!
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         No! If we don't have the key, we can't
                         open whatever it is we don't have that
                         it unlocks. So what purpose would be
                         served in finding whatever need be unlocked,
                         which we don't have, without first having
                         found the key what unlocks it?
 
                                     GIBBS
                         So - We're going after this key!

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         You're not making any sense at all.
                         Any more questions?
 
                                     MARTY
                         So... Do we have a heading?

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Hah! A heading. Set sail in a... mmm...
                          a general... in *that* way - direction.
                        
 
                                     GIBBS
                         Cap'n?

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Come on, snap to and make sail, you
                         know how this works. Come on, ?oy/?quick,
                         ?oy/?quick, hey!
 
               [Marty and Gibbs gather alone by the railing]

                                     MARTY
                         Have you noticed lately... The captain
                         seems to be actin' a bit strange...
                         -er.
 
                                     GIBBS
                         Settin' sail without knowing his own
                         headin'? Somethin's got Jack vexed.
                         Mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack
                         Sparrow bodes ill for us all.
 
               [the Black Pearl is shown at night in a thunderstorm]



               PORT ROYAL: EITC HEADQUARTERS

               [a painter is painting a detail on a mural of a world map]

               [a guard brings Will in manacles into Beckett's office]

                                     GUARD
                         Lord Beckett. The prisoner as ordered,
                         Sir.
 
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         Those won't be necessary.

               [Will's manacles are removed]

               [Beckett pours some liquor]

                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         The East India Trading Company has need
                         of your services.  We wish for you to
                         act as our agent in a business transaction
                         with our mutual friend: Captain Sparrow.
 
                        
                                     WILL TURNER
                         More acquaintance than friend. How do
                         you know him?
 
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         We've had dealings in the past.  And
                         we've each left our mark... on the other.
                        
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         What mark did he leave on you?

                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set
                         free. I would like you to go to him,
                         and recover a certain property in his
                         possession.
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Recover. At the point of a sword?

                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         *Bargain*!

               [Beckett goes over to a wooden box on a table and opens it]
 
              
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         Letters of Marque. You will offer what
                         amounts to a full pardon. Jack will
                         be free, a privateer in the employ of
                         England.
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment
                         the same as being free.
 
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                          Freedom.  Jack Sparrow is a dying breed.
                          The world is shrinking, the blank pages
                         of the map filled in. Jack must find
                         his place in the new world or perish.
                         Not unlike you, Mister Turner. You and
                         your fiancée face the hangman's noose.
                        
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         So you get both Jack *and* the Black
                         Pearl.
 
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         The Black Pearl?

                                     WILL TURNER
                         The property you want that he possesses.
 
                        
                                     LORD CUTLER BECKETT
                         A ship? Hardly. The item in question's
                         considerably smaller and far more valuable.
                         Something Sparrow keeps on his person
                         at all times. A compass.  Ah, you know
                         it. Bring back that Compass, or there's
                         no deal.


 
               BLACK PEARL

               [Jack is using calipers on a map, using his left hand, a "P"
               brand mark is seen on his right arm]
 
               [an hourglass is in the background, Jack taps the Compass]

               [Jack looks in his bottle, turns the bottle upside-down, only
               a few drops spill out]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Why is the rum always gone?

               [Jack rises to his feet, staggers]

               [Jack picks up his hat off the top of a globe]

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Oh! *That's* why.

               [Jack walks past the crew sleeping on hammocks, Jack is carrying
               a lantern]
 
               [some of the crew are snoring, and Cotton is among those sleeping]
 
              
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         As you were, gents.

               [Jack goes downstairs to the hold, an animal bleats, Jack unlocks
               the door, goes in]
 
               [Jack sees eerie filter feeder creatures festooning a beam of
               wood]
 
               [Jack spots a rack of bottles, with the bottles stored sideways
               like in a wine rack]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Ah!

               [Jack pulls a sideways bottle from the rack]

               [Jack pours sand out of the bottle]

               [Jack drops bottle of rum in fright, the bottle breaks on the
               floor]
 
               [Jack walks over to see who spoke]

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Bootstrap. Bill Turner.

               [Bootstrap looks up from where he's sitting on a barrel, crabs
               scuttle across his face]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Is this a dream?

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         I thought not. If it were, there'd be
                         rum.
 
               [Bootstrap immediately hands Jack a bottle of rum]

               [Jack pries the bottle from Bootstrap's hand with a crackling
               sound]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         I had some help retrieving the Pearl,
                         by the way.
 
               [Jack tinks the lip of the bottle with his fingers, then blows
               across the top of the bottle]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Your son.

               [Jack takes a drink from the bottle]

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         And to what do I owe the pleasure of
                         your carbuncle?
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Who?

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Ah. So it's you, then.  He shanghaied
                         you into service, eh?
 
               [a small hermit crab scuttles by Bootstrap, on top of the barrel
               where Bootstrap sits]
 
               [Bootstrap grabs the hermit crab, pops it into his mouth, and
               crunches on it]
 
               [Jack moves his mouth, jaw, and tongue around in revulsion while
               watching]
 
               [Jack hands the bottle back to Bootstrap]

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         It's funny what a man will do to forestall
                         his final judgment -
 
               [Jack starts to walk off, but Bootstrap stands up at the same
               time and intercepts Jack, blocking him]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Technic -

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Yes, but the Flying Dutchman already
                         *has* a captain, so there's re -
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Any idea when Jones might release said
                         terrible beastie?
 
               [Jack looks at the palm of his left hand, where a black spot
               boils into view]
 
               [Jack looks up, but Bootstrap has disappeared]



               BLACK PEARL: ON DECK

               [Jack runs across a wooden deck that has a shallow covering of
               water]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         On deck all hands! Make fast the bunt
                         gasket! On deck! Scurry! ?Scurry-on/?Marty,
                         I want movement!
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         *I want movement!*

                                     GIBBS
                         Lift the skin up!

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         All on deck! Run! And keep running!
                         Run as if the devil himself and itself
                         is upon us! 
 
                                     GIBBS
                          Do we have a heading?

                                     JACK SPARROW
                          Ah! Ooh! Run! Land.

               [Jack rises from where he was ducked behind the base of the mast,
               sees Gibbs again]
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                          Oh! Euh!

                                     GIBBS
                         Which port?

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Didn't say port. I said land. Any land.
 
                        
               [the monkey in skeleton form swings down, grabs Jack's hat]
 
              
                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Agh!

               [the monkey snarls at Jack, Jack snarls back at the monkey, in
               imitation]
 
               [the monkey throws Jack's hat overboard

                                     GIBBS
                         Jack's hat! Bring 'er about!

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         No no! Leave it! Run!

                                     GIBBS
                         Back to your stations! The lot o' ya!
 
                        
               [Jack stands stiffly in the shadows under some steps, between
               two lighted windows]
 
               [Gibbs walks up to Jack]

                                     GIBBS
                         Jack?

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Shhh!

                                     GIBBS
                         For the love of mother and child, Jack,
                         what's coming after us?
 
                                     JACK SPARROW
                          Nothing.

               small fishing vessel

               [Jack's hat floats toward a small fishing vessel around sunrise]
 
              
               [a Turkish crewmember pulls Jack's hat out of the water with
               a hook]
 
               [the first sailor tries the hat on, jokingly pretending to be
               a captain]
 
                                     TURKISH FISHERMAN
                         Heh-heh-heh.?tupayHey! ?Fo
                         ?pes ?sa ?kapazun kapitan ?de ?la ?mezande,
                         huh?
 
                                     GREEK FISHERMAN
                         ?Etora.

               ?Fetsoran ?ipitos. ?Ferinte.

              arrive, huh?

               [the Greek sailor takes the hat, tries it on next]

                                     GREEK FISHERMAN
                         Ah! ?Vangas ?da ?eroro ###

               [a large object is seeing moving underwater toward their vessel,
               creating a disturbance on the ocean surface as it moves]
 
              kapitan ###

               ###

               [a loud thumping sound occurs, the two sailors freeze in fright]
 
              
               [a third sailor sleeps on deck]

               [one sailor presses the hat against the other's chest, indicating
               he doesn't want it anymore]
 
              

               Port Royal prison

               [Will and the governor rapidly descend stone steps into the prison]
 
              
               [the guard at the bottom of the steps holds a long gun with a
               bayonette on the end]
 
                                     CARRUTHERS
                         Here now. He can't be here.

                                     CARRUTHERS
                         Mister Swann, -

                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         Jack's Compass. What does Beckett want
                         with that?
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Does it matter? I'm to find Jack and
                         convince him to return to Port Royal.
                         In exchange the charges against us will
                         be dropped.
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Is that lack of faith in Jack, or in
                         me?
 
                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         I have faith in you. Both of you. Where
                         will you find him?
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Tortuga. I'll start there, and I won't
                         stop searching 'til I find him. And
                         then I intend to return here, to marry
                         you. 
 
                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         Properly?

                                     WILL TURNER
                         Eagerly, if you'll still have me.

                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         If it weren't for these bars I'd have
                         you already.
 
               [the governor accidentally knocks a candleholder off the wall]
 
              
               [the governor tosses the candleholder aside, onto the floor]
 
              
                                     ELIZABETH SWANN
                         I'll wait for you.

                                     WILL TURNER
                          Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
 
                        
               [Will walks back up the prison steps]

               Tortuga

                                     WEATHERED SAILOR
                         *Captain* Jack Sparrow? Owes me four
                         dubloons. Heard he was dead.
 
                                     HALF-BLIND FISHERMAN
                         Singapore. That's what I heard. Drunk
                         with a smile on his face. Sure as the
                         tide, Jack Sparrow... will turn up in
                         Singapore. 
 
               [Scarlett is a redhead, Giselle is a blonde, both are standing
               together, answering Will's questions]
 
                                     GISELLE
                         Jack Sparrow!

                                     SCARLETT
                         I haven't seen 'im in a month.

                                     GISELLE
                         When you find him, will you give him
                         a message?
 
               [Giselle slaps Will in the face]

               [a black man who is a shrimper is sitting on a dock, mending
               his nets]
 
               [in the background is a bunch of bananas on the dock, and a goat
               being loaded aboard a ship]
 
                                     SHRIMPER
                         Cannot say about Jack Sparrow. But dere's
                         a island, just south of de straits,
                         where I trade spice for... mmm... delicious
                         long pork. Cannot say about Jack. But
                         you find a ship dere. A ship wit' black
                         sails. 
 
                                     CANNIBAL ISLAND
                         beach

               [Black Pearl seen stranded on a beach, through a spyglass]

                                     SHRIMPER
                         My brother will take you ashore.

               [the shrimper's brother is rowing Will toward the shore]

               [the rower stops rowing]

                                     WILL TURNER
                         What's wrong? The beach is right there.
 
                        
                                     SHRIMPER'S BROTHER
                         ?: Ne bougeais pas, c'est trop dangereux.
                        
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         What?

                                     SHRIMPER'S BROTHER
                         ?: Je ne peux, c'est trop dangereux,
                         j'avais le dit. Bon voyage, monsieur.
 
                        
               [Will jumps off the rowboat, swims ashore, wearing his sword]
 
              
               [aerial view, flying over jungle toward beach, showing Will wading
               ashore]
 
               [Will walks alongside the Black Pearl, which is tied with ropes
               to stakes in the sand]
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Jack! Jack Sparrow!

                                     WILL TURNER
                         Marty! Cotton! Anybody?

               [Will wanders into the palm jungle bordering the beach]

               [Cotton's parrot flutters up and lands atop a palm stump]

                                     COTTON'S PARROT
                         Awk!

                                     WILL TURNER
                         Ah! A familiar face!

                                     COTTON'S PARROT
                         Rawk! Don't eat me!

                                     WILL TURNER
                         I'm not gonna eat you.

                                     COTTON'S PARROT
                         Don't eat me! No! Don't eat me! Akkk!
 
                        
               [Will finds Gibbs' husk canteen hanging on a plant, trailing
               a long string]
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Gibbs.

               [Will follows the string attached to the canteen, over toward
               a large tree]
 
               [human eyes open in the background, from a man camouflaged against
               a nearby tree]
 
               [the camouflaged cannibal shouts and jumps out from the tree
               at Will]
 
               [Will is yanked back by a snare, and dangles upside-down from
               a rope]
 
               [cannibals charge out of the bushes from all directions, Will
               keeps them at bay with his sword]
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Euh! Unh! Ya! Come on! Let's go! Euh!
                         Ya! Come on! Who wants it? Unh! I could
                         do this all day! Euh! Euh! Hah!
 
               [a cannibal with a bone through his nose uses a blowgun to shoot
               a dart into Will's neck]
 
               [Will drops his sword to the ground]

                                     CANNIBAL ISLAND
                         throne

               [aerial view of flying over the island's mountaintops, toward
               hilltop throne area]
 
               [Will is carried while hung from a bamboo pole, his head hanging
               back]
 
               [human skulls line the path along which Will is taken]

               [Will is carried over a roap bridge]

               [one cannibal is wearing an English white wig and using a Western
               style fan]
 
                                     ?
                         Hurry-hurry tan daga!

               [Will is brought before Jack, who sits on a throne]

               [the music stops, Jack pops his eyes open, revealing that his
               closed eyelids were painted to look like open eyes]
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Jack? Jack Sparrow! I can honestly say
                         I'm glad to see you!
 
               [Jack says nothing, arises from his throne, walks over to Will]
 
              
               [Jack pushes one finger into Will's shoulder, as if testing how
               much meat Will has on him]
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Jack! It's me! Will Turner!

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         ?: Wa-say kohn.

                                     ?
                         Een dah-lah. Eeseepi.

                                     CANNIBAL CROWD
                         Eeseepi.

                                     WILL TURNER
                         Tell 'em to let me down.

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Kay-lay lam. Lam piki-piki. Lam eensy
                         weensy. Lam say-say... eunuchy. Snip-snip.
                          
 
                                     CANNIBAL CROWD
                         Ahhh... eunuchy!

               [Jack begins to walk away, as if disinterested, his Compass hangs
               from his waist]
 
                                     WILL TURNER
                         Jack! The Compass! That's all I need,
                         Elizabeth is in danger. We were arrested
                         for trying to help *you*. She faces
                         the gallows!
 
               [Jack halts, pauses, turns around and casually walks back]

                                     JACK SPARROW
                         Say-say lam shoop-shoop sha smalay-lama
                         shoo-koo. Savvy? Ball licky-licky. 
                        
 
               Ball licky-licky!

                                     CANNIBAL CROWD
                         Ball licky-licky!

               [the cannibals begin chanting, repetitiously]

                                     CANNIBAL CROWD
                         ?Boom-shoo-boom, ?boom-shoo-boom, ?boom-shoo-boom...
 
                        
                                     JACK SPARROW