CAPTAIN BUTLER SCRIPTS

DEATH IS JUST ANOTHER WORD

BY JOHN SMITH


Captain Butler Theme:

Scene 1 Ext. On Deck.

The Deck of the Ship is very old, but it looks a well maintained ship, and on this deck, are Four rough looking pirates, There is the Bosun, who is a very wise, but evil looking man, their is Cliff, who is a black looking hard pirate, whom nobody would dare to cross, there is Adeel, the Indian Chef, who looks like a crazy madman, which he is, and then there is the man himself, Captain Butler, who looks brave, and dashingly handsome, and even though his pirate clothes, look as if they have seen better days, they make him look, exactly like the pirate that he well and truly is, whom nobody would ever dare to cross, for just one second. He is entertaining his pirate friends obviously, with shocking tales of his dangerous and exciting adventures. He sounds accentless, and he is obviously from an educated background, because he sounds as if he doesn't come from anywhere. During this speech he climbs on to a barrel, and waves his long evil looking sword about.

BUTLER: Advast you purty swabs! I'll cut out your gizzard, and string it up to the mainbrace, and a bulge struck up before him in my velvet strung pants.

ADEEL: It's like he had you trapped Captain!

BUTLER: Like a rabbit in a snare Ad. Your twinkles are cut sir. It's a shame, your sword doth not.

In agreement.

THE CREW: Hear, hear Captain!

BUTLER: And I fixed me eyes upon him, and with a hearty laugh, I added - Tis I! Captain Butler of the high seas, the most evilest pirate to steal a ladys' heart or a gentlemans' purse!

THE CREW: Hear, hear, Captain!

BUTLER: Then I drew my trusty sabre and scabbard, and with a clean swipe, I stroked him to death! His blade severed his windpipe, and he dropped to his knees, like a felled oak.

BOSUN: Nice one Captain!

BUTLER: I turned to make my escape, when eighty five Spanish pirates burst through the door, and flavoured blacks, above their heads!

CLIFF: Most disconcerting Captain!

BUTLER: That's right, with a wink of an eye, I leapt up on to a table, and dispatched two of them(he waves his sword about) So, Har! har har! then reaching up, I took up a nice rope which hung from the ceiling, and swang past the lads! Da, dah! Eight more were dead! I reached the door, pushed it open, and along the corridor, stood another two, or three hundred Spanish guards...

BOSUN: Yes Captain?

BUTLER: And then...

THE CREW: Yes, Captain, yes?

BUTLER: And then..

THE CREW: Yes Captain?

BUTLER: (His dashingly brave voice, suddenly becomes Liverpudlian. He is still fairly well-spoken, but he sounds rather childlike) And then suddenly I was five years old. And a little puppet was chasing me! And then I woke up! Well, it was a bloody weird dream! Alright lads, anymore for draughts?

BOSUN: (rather impatient now) Captain, we've been at sea now for six months..

BUTLER: (Nonchalant) Oh well.

BOSUN: We ain't done no pirating yet!

THE CREW: Ah, Ah.

BUTLER: It's not like in the books Bosun, these things take time, preparation. We can't just go rushing into them.

ADEEL: Blackbeard does.

THE CREW: Ah.

BUTLER: Blackbeard… But Blackbeards a showman. In two hundred years time, who's gonna to have heard of Blackbeard?

CLIFF: He knocked off sixty ships last year, Captain.

BUTLER: Yeah, we're on a bit of a rum at the moment.

ADEEL: He's the richest man in Devon.

BUTLER: Money isn't everything!

BOSUN: Oh yes it is!

BUTLER: Alright, alright.

BOSUN: Twas your idea to mutiny in the first place, Captain!

BUTLER: Oh, I didn't mean there and then! I was just expressing an opinion. Opening up a debate, sharing an idea. Oh look, I was pissed, ok!

ADEEL: At least I was happy in the navy, at least we knew where we were then.

THE CREW: Ah.

BUTLER: You used to hate the bloody Navy, Ad! You were pressganged in the first place! By him!(pointing to the Bosun, who if you look at more closely now, looks more of a pirate, than Butler is!)

BOSUN: Aye, that be true, sir.

BUTLER: You boys have got short memories. Cliff, two years ago, you were in the hold of a Spanish slave ship, getting taken from the West Indies to the New World, that ship went down, and so would you, if we hadn't turned up!

CLIFF: Captain, that ship only went down because Blackbeard sunk it!

BUTLER: Mmm, alright, alright I'm just saying lifes' not so bad, just because we don't go round sinking ships all day, just to prove that we're good at being pirates, now do we?

CLIFF: (resignedly) I suppose not.

BUTLER: Just stop moaning and groaning, and get on with the business of...

Suddenly, you can hear someone shouting:

V/O: Captain Butler! Captain Butler!

CLIFF looks overboard.

CLIFF: Captain, it's a small boy in a rowing boat.

The small boy in the rowing boat, comes on board. He is a small boy, with blond curly hair, and from his well-turned out attire, you can tell that the the small boy, is obviously a gentleman, and not only that, you can tell just by looking at him, that he is very naive.

SMALL BOY: Hello there chaps, the names Roger. Lord Roger of Crumsby...

LORD ROGER naively holds out his hand, for the motley crew to shake. They seem rather disturbed by his appearance, and they all gather round, away from him of course, and they decide what should be done with him.

BOSUN: Let's kill him!

BUTLER: Now hang on a minute Bosun.

LORD ROGER: Lovely day for sea faring eh, fellows? Now which one of you chaps is Captain Butler?

They all point the finger at BUTLER.

BUTLER: Oh give it away, I would!

LORD ROGER comes over and shakes BUTLER by the hand.

LORD ROGER: It's a pleasure to meet you sir, I've heard an awful lot about you and your salty sea men.

BUTLER: Alright lad, keep it down!

LORD ROGER: Daring Buccaneers, bravely sailing the seven seas and fighting the good fight!

BUTLER: Oh that, yeah!

LORD ROGER: I would like to join your crew, if I may sir.

BUTLER: Ooh, it's not as easy as that, young lad, done any sailing before? Can you navigate?

CLIFF: Read charts?

ADEEL: Take the helm?

BOSUN: Paddle?

BUTLER: What are you like on the basics Rog?

LORD ROGER: I'm alright with the basics sir.

BUTLER: Do you know your port from your starboard?

LORD ROGER: It's stilton sir. Port from your stilton!

BUTLER: Yeah, well, we're a bit full up at the moment actually Roger...

LORD ROGER: Oh please take me on board sir! I'll give everything I have to offer, time, dedication, time...

BUTLER: Anything else?

The rest of the Crew surround LORD ROGER, with their cutlasses, and little knives, which look very fearsome, and LORD ROGER, looks rather frightened all of a sudden.

LORD ROGER: (holding up a big bag of money) And these hundred gold sovereigns from my trust fund!

BUTLER: (who obviously thinks it is Christmas, looks rather more hopeful, about the new addition to the crew) Good to have you on the team, Roger! Load his stuff in the hold, lads. A hundred gold sovereigns you say?

LORD ROGER: Yes!

BUTLER: Time for a spot of lunch, after you lad! (Pointing the way to the Mess Hall)

Scene 2. Int - The Mess Hall.

They are all seated. ADEEL is playing an Indian type of Guitar (possibly, a Sitar) He is a bit off key, with his playing, and the CREW look a bit peeved.

BUTLER: Oh, alright, give it a rest, would you Ad...

ADEEL: Sorry Captain. It was a bit sterotypical, wasn't it? (he starts asking the Crew, what they would like for lunch) Poppadom? Poppadom? Poppadom?

BUTLER: Alright, there are three poppadoms, and nan bread, Ad?

CLIFF: The Chef looks worried.

BOSUN: The Chef looks worried.

ROGER: Could you tell me a bit more about the prawn cocktail plaisi? Is it dry, or does it come with a sauce?

BUTLER: Oh look, let's stop farting about fellas! We'll have three chicken tikka masalas and a jug of cold water!

ROGER: Sir, what do we plan to do after this, sir?

BUTLER: After this? Cliff, you can clear, Bosun you can wash, I'll dry, and Roger you can stack.

ROGER: I was talking about doing some Piracy, sir!

BUTLER: Ah! I haven't got anything urgent in mind!

ROGER: It's just that my Father is a name at Lloyds of London, and before I left home, he told me all about this Spanish special boat...

BOSUN: (Looking rather greedy for adventure) Special Spanish boat?

ROGER: Yes, it's heading due west, about three days sail from here, with a cargo of South American Slaves.

CLIFF: (Suddenly looking very serious indeed) South American Slaves!

The rest of the Crew suddenly look interested.

ROGER: Yes, and absolutely laden with Inca Gold!

BUTLER: Laden! Laden with Inca Gold?!

ROGER: (Pointing to a location on the map, on the table) By my calculations, we should be able to intercept them right here sir.

BUTLER: (Looking rather greedy, all of a sudden} Right! What do you think of this Cliff?

CLIFF: (Suddenly becoming very upright, serious and very expert on this touching subject) You know my opinion well, Captain. I'm no stranger to Slavery. I was taken from Africa and transported in the hold of a mighty Spanish Galleon, that held the many Slaves, captured along the West Indies. For months I lived in total darkness, with nothing, nothing to eat, but sawdust and strips of cloth...

ROGER: But Captain, I...

CLIFF: I survived, when many others didn't, and I vowed, that one day, that I would pay that debt!

BUTLER: Thank you. You know, Bosun, from the plus side, they turn out a very passable bottle of Riocca.

ADEEL: Indeed they do sir, the bottle of Riocca is a very reasonably priced red, with a full body and a lovely voice!

BUTLER: These Spanish Slave ships, how heavily armed, are they?

ROGER: Nothing, that we couldn't cope with, sir.

BUTLER: Ey! That's what I like to hear!

ROGER: Fifty cannons, two hundred crack clips, and enough ammunition, to blow the entire British fleet out of the water! It'll be a sinch!

BOSUN: Take them to the broadside and shiver their timbers!

BUTLER: I don't know if we have to get that close, Bosun.

CLIFF: (Very heated now) With the many months, that I've studied these Spanish invaders, and they have stripped the South Americans of their wealth, pride and culture, they have raped their wives, murdered their children and taken their riches, as booty!

BUTLER: Everyone, gets a bit fresh when they go on holiday, Cliff, it's only natural!

ROGER: (Suddenly full of naive enthusiasm) Let's teach those Spaniards a lesson!

CLIFF: Let's give them a fight for freedom and justice!

BOSUN: Let's kick 'em in the gonads!

CLIFF: Get rid of them their honour!

BUTLER: Why, don't we bugger off to Southport, for the weekend, instead?!

THE CREW: No!

BUTLER: (Resigned to the inevitable) Oh bollocks!

Scene 3 Int. Butlers' Cabin.

Butler is seated behind his desk. He appears to be making an entry in the Captains' Log, with a very big white feather quill. The Cabin, even though it is quite small, does look quite comfortable and well appointed. He is thinking out loud, as he makes his entry into the Captains' Log.

BUTLER: Captain's Log. Fourth of May. The men, are setting a course of suicide. In two days time, I'll be tied to a Spanish mast, with me gizzard cut out. I don't even know what a gizzard is! Unless it's that saggy fleshy bit, that runs between me... No, it wouldn't be that, bloody hope not! Options: One, return to England. Can't. Hanged, drawn and quartered. Two: Mutiny. Can't. Already Captain! Three: Swim. I can't swim! Four: Come up with brilliant scheme. Phew! It'll have to be that one, then!

Scene 4 Ext. On Deck.  Morning.

The Lads are all doing their chores on deck.  BUTLER is wandering around, obviously working out his plan of escape.

BUTLER: (Acknowledging his crewmates) Lads.

ROGER: Hello there sir.

BUTLER: Morning Roger.

ROGER: I've just been talking to the Bosun, sir.  He suggested I change my name.

BUTLER: (Curious) Did he?  For any reason in particular?

ROGER: Make me sound more Piraty, I think.  Lord Roger of Crumsby sounds a bit, snotty, sir.

BUTLER: (trying to be helpful) It does?  Er, have you thought about shortening it?

ROGER: What, to Roger?

BUTLER: Well, yeah, or maybe Rog.

ROGER: I was hoping for something like, Redbeard, sir!

BUTLER: That's been taken, that one Rog.

ROGER: How about Bigbeard, then Sir?  I bet that's still free.

BUTLER: Possibly.  Have you thought about dropping the beard concept, altogether?

ROGER: (looking rather despondent) Oh you've got to have beard in it Sir!  There's hardly any point, otherwise!

BUTLER: Right, what about No Beard then?

ROGER: (his face suddenly lights up) That's the kind of thing, sir!  No Beard!

BUTLER: Well there you go then!

ROGER: Thank you very much sir!

BUTLER: Pleasure Lad!  Morning Bosun.  How's it going?

BOSUN: We're cutting off a bit slow, Cap'ain.  We're losing time!

BUTLER: (Looking hopeful) Oh really?

BOSUN: It is all the excess baggage we're carrying.  Perhaps we should throw young Roger overboard.

BUTLER: Don't tempt me Bosun!

BOSUN: What about them lifeboats then? (Suddenly pointing to a row of Lifeboats, strung along the deck) They're slowing us down.

BUTLER: (A glimmer of hope shines in his eyes) The Lifeboats.  Of course!  Well, stick at it Bosun!

Scene 5.  Ext. Deck.  Early Evening.

BUTLER appears on deck.  He is already making his way over to the Lifeboats and he is carrying a brown bundle and he is wearing quite a dapper looking Orange coat, which he will obviously need for those cold Atlantic nights in his Lifeboat.  Butler is also swigging some alcholic beverage (possibly rum?) in a large brown flagon.

BUTLER: (Talking to himself) Oh cheers Lads, I'll drop you a line from Tahiti.  Into the Lifeboat you go.

BUTLER drops all of his worldly goods, supposedly into the Lifeboat.  A splash is suddenly heard.  BUTLER is looking quite panic stricken.  It appears that his bundle, containing all of his wordly goods, has dropped not into the Lifeboat, but into the Atlantic Ocean, never to be seen, again.

BUTLER: Bollocks!

CLIFF: (On the watch) Who goes there? Halt!

BUTLER: (Resigned to his fate) Hallo Cliff, only me, only me.

CLIFF: Captain.

BUTLER: I just thought I'd take a stroll along the deck.  Make sure that everything is in order.  Tell you what, it's a lovely night.

BUTLER and CLIFF go up on to the Poop Deck.  CLIFF is at the wheel and throughout this conversation, from time to time, BULTER takes a swig of rum, out of the large brown flagon.

CLIFF: Hmm, we're running well on time, Sir.

BUTLER: Good, Good...

CLIFF: We seem to have picked up speed since the Bosun cut away the Lifeboats.

BUTLER: (Sarcastically) Good old Bosun.  Always thinking.

CLIFF: We'll be there in a day and a half, now Sir.

BUTLER: Ey, it's wonderful isn't it, the Sky at Night?

CLIFF: Hmm.  No finer sight at sea.

BUTLER: (In a rather bored frame of mind) You'd never guessed that there were so many stars up there, would you? (Offering Cliff the large brown Flagon) Rum Cliff?

CLIFF:  Certainly is, Captain.

BUTLER: Can't blame you. Do you ever, do you ever wonder about death Cliff?

CLIFF: Death, Captain? No. Death is just another word to me, like marmoset.

BUTLER: Good point.  Good point.  Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to have your leg severed below the knee?

CLIFF: Leg severage Captain?

BUTLER: Mmm.Yeah, or to have a lump of shrapnel carved right up the small of your back?

CLIFF: Back shrapnel Captain?

BUTLER: You know or to have a giant Spaniard hacking away at your genitals?

CLIFF: Genital hacking, Captain? No, I can't say it's ever occurred to me Sir.

BUTLER: Mmm.

CLIFF: But of course I do think about pain.

BUTLER: Oh yeah?

CLIFF: Oh yes. Aboard that Spanish Galleon. The Slaves who would climb down into the hold where we lay, bound and gagged, weak, hungry and they would stand before us, eating huge freshly roasted chunks of lamb with mint and minty sauce. Did I ever tell you about that time Captain? Captain?

CLIFF looks around for BUTLER, but it appears that he has grown rather weary of CLIFF's talk, and he has disappeared to his cabin.

Scene 6 Int. Butlers' Cabin.

Butler is seated at his desk once again, making another entry with his feather quill pen, into the Captains' Log. Again, he is thinking out loud.

BUTLER: Captains' Log, May 5. Final Entry. I'm completely buggered. All I can do now is pack me bags and wait for a miracle.

BUTLER bored, suddenly starts to walk round his cabin, and he starts opening a large trunk, and he pulls out various objects .

BUTLER: Aah, dear old Tranmere my home town, Barn dance every Friday night, hand puppets looking all ridiculous in The Hedge and Walnut, cricket on the village green, boring little place really! I shouldn't mind being back there now.

BUTLER fetches out a yo-yo from the trunk, and he plays with it very clumsily. In fact, he is completely useless with it, to the say the very least.

BUTLER: My very first yo-yo. Those were the days, yo-yos and spinning tops. Long shorts and ringworm. Never really got the knack of it.

BUTLER fetches a garden hoe out of the trunk next.

BUTLER: My favourite garden hoe. Long Summer afternoons spent digging and weeding, weeding and digging, Phew! That's about all I amounted to in the end, a yo-yo, hoe and a bottle of rum! Of course, how could I forget? My old Spanish Admiral’s costume. Remember that Fancy Dress Ball in Hoylake? Huh, I fooled them all. I fooled them all!

Scene 7 Ext. Daytime.

Deck of a Spanish Galleon ship from a distance, as surveryed through the lens of a telescope. Two men are observed on the main deck. The Captain of the ship is dressed very expensively in a gold broacaded outfit. His second Officer is called BUNGO, who is dressed in a very flamboyant military costume, complete, with a very severe looking metal helmet. He looks like a Spanish version of a Cavalier, but we are soon quick enough to understand that he cannot speak, because his tongue, has been ripped out. The CAPTAIN: DON GONZALES, is speaking in Spanish to BUNGO. Via the services of an interpreter, the Spanish is translated into English, which seems to be interpreted like Cricket commentary!

BUNGO: Whooaah! Woaah! Woaah!

CAPTAIN DON GONZALES: Que pasa Bungo? {What is it Bungo?}

BUNGO: Woallah! Woallah! Woallah {A ship.}

CAPTAIN DON GONZALES: Ahh es en hombre' en draque equipaje'! {It's a man in a fancy dress costume.}

BUNGO: Noooooomooooocombobahhhhhhhh! {No Captain, it's a top Spanish Admiral.}

CAPTAIN: Ah, es uno mi on tes Espanol, no? {No, it's a top Spanish Admiral, is it?}y et por que en un barco' quetendu estar porfavore? {Well, why has he got such a poxy ship then?}

BUNGO: Woooh, whoooh? {What do you think I am? Some kind of know it all?}

Scene 8 Ext. Deck of Butlers' Ship. Daytime.

BUTLER: {who by now is looking very ridiculous in his Spanish Admirals costume, and the extremely big rather Napoleonic hat, does not suit him at all!) I think he can see us! Get down!

BUTLER and the crew all get down, but BUTLER insists on surveying the Spanish Galleon, via the telescope, which the viewer also looks through, but the colours seem to go from pink, to purple and to green, etcetera, and they seem to be making very pretty patterns, indeed, just like a kaledioscope. BUTLER suddenly realises that he is not working the telescope at all efficiently, and after a few twists and turns, the view of the CAPTAIN and BUNGO, suddenly comes back into view, once more.

BUTLER: Ey! This is incredible!

BOSUN: Mighty fine ship Captain.

BUTLER: She certainly is.

BOSUN: She's got enough fire power to blow us out of the water!

BUTLER: I'm aware of that Bosun.

BOSUN: If they knew that we were pirates, we wouldn't last a second!

BUTLER: I know that Bosun!

BOSUN: Ohhhhhhhh! We's sink to the bottom like a stone! Glug Glug Glug!

BUTLER: Yeeeeeeee!

BOSUN: We'd be fighting each other like drunken rats!

BUTLER: Will you shut up! Alright lads, we’ll be bright as a bulb. Remember, we’re supposed to be Spaniards. Carumba! Line 60

ROGER: Oui Oui, sir! Line 59

BUTLER: It’s French, you nob! Line 58

Scene 9 Ext. Deck of Spanish Galleon.

CAPTAIN: Welcome aboard my ship, Admiral! Line 57

BUTLER: (Puts on a very unconvincing Spanish accent) Porfavore Amigo, we kiss one another in the traditional way, no? Line 56

CAPTAIN: (Suddenly backing away from him!) Actually, I’m not too keen on kissing! Line 55

BUTLER: Come on, don’t be shy, we Spanish love this kind of stuff! No? Line 54

CAPTAIN: (Suddenly backing away, in sheer panic!) No, not on the lips! No tongue! Line 53

BUTLER: No, it’s good for me. Amigo, Amigo. I’ve bought you some special gifts from Spain. Yes? A Crying Woman and, and some kind of Donkey! Line 52

Butler holds up the famous portrait of A Crying Woman and a rather crudely constructed Straw Donkey, which is very close, to the Straw Donkey’s, which are sold in Majorca.

CAPTAIN: Thank you very much.  That’s very kind. Deal with this Bungo. Line 51

A man, who has a beard, and is of a rather big build, suddenly appears.

CAPTAIN: To what do we owe the pleasure of your distinguished company, Admiral? Line 50

BUTLER: Eeh, the dead English pigs. They run away and sink a my ship. I am left to drown like dog! Not for me, I swim like eel and am fished out of the sea, like Gudgeon! These English pigs! They make me spit! P-p-p! {Butler spits, in a very crude and disgusting manner!} Line 49

CAPTAIN: Yes. I hear that they are very ruthless people. Bungo here had his tongue cut out by English Pirates. He doesn’t like them at all! Line 48

BUTLER: Then you’re my Brother! No?! We spit together Amigo! P-p-p! {Butler spits, in a very crude and disgusting manner, once again!} Line 47  

CAPTAIN: Unfortunately he cannot spit! He has no tongue! Line 46

BUTLER: No tongue?! Then we dribble together?! No?!  {Butler dribbles, in a very crude and disgusting manner!} Line 45

CAPTAIN: Yes, would you like to join us for dinner, Don, er…? Line 44

BUTLER: (Having a sudden thought, about, what to call himself) Don Don Don Johnson! (As in Don Johnson of the nineteen eighties, American Cop Show: Miami Vice!)  Si Si, we drink  together, and have a bit of a laugh, or we may die tomorrow! Come along Bongo! Line 43

BUNGO looks at BUTLER, in a highly suspicious manner, before he and the CAPTAIN, set off, to dine, with his family. A very aloof dark haired Spanish woman, and their little boy, who have got, no speaking parts, whatsoever, during the whole discourse.

Scene 9 Int. Highly Appointed Dining Room.

BUTLER: (Swigging from a goblet) Ah sangria, sangria! Let us get drunk, and talk about woman’s, no? Hey Boy, when you get older, you transport many slaves, yes? Line 42

CAPTAIN: Actually he wants to become a Dentist! Line 41

BUTLER: A Dontist?! Line 40

CAPTAIN: M.hmm. Line 39

BUTLER: Really?! But it’s a steady job! And for de toast Line 38

BUTLER: To de King Of Spain! Line Line 37

CAPTAIN AND HIS FAMILY TOGETHER: King Phillip! (All stand up for the Toast!) Line 36

BUTLER: Him too! Line 35

Meanwhile back on Butler’s Ship…

CLIFF: Now Remember, this time, we don’t want to sink their ship, until the Captain, and all the Slaves, are off! Line 34

ROGER: Clifton! Clifton! Do you like my boarding outfit? Line 33

CLIFF: It’s very nice, Master Roger. Now let’s hum, to cover us! Line 32

They all hum; ‘Y’ Viva Espana!

Scene 10 Int. Highly Appointed Dining Room.

CAPTAIN: Your Men are in good heart tonight, Don Johnson? Line 31

BUTLER: Well, they like a bit of a sing song. Your Men, are very quiet. Much like de Mouse! Line 30

CAPTAIN: Yes, well there are not that very many of them. Line 29

BUTLER: Aah. Senor, your sense of humour, is much like de Frog. It leaps from the hand, when you least expect it! Line 28

CAPTAIN: No really, we only have a small group of men. We can’t afford a massive crew. Line 27

BUTLER: Yah, but when you sell de gold and de slaves, you will be very rich? No? Line 26

CAPTAIN: We have no gold or slaves. We are a small family business. We export fine wines and sherries. Line 25

BUTLER: You mean to say, that you are not returning from South America, with lots of lolly, and a load of slaves? Line 24

CAPTAIN: Good Heavens no. In fact my wife and I, are Founder members of the Spanish Emancipation for Slaves Society. Line 23

BUTLER suddenly looks very disappointed, indeed.

CAPTAIN: We are actually on our way to the Paradise Island of Tahiti, with a Cargo of five thousand bottles of Riocca. Line 22

BUTLER splutters some of the wine of of his mouth, on to the front of the CAPTAIN’s son.

CAPTAIN: Aah well. I think we had better be retiring to bed, Don Johnson Line 21

BUTLER: Ah Congratulations Senor , you have passed my test… I am not in fact, a Spanish Admirale, I am etc… Line 20