Tom Hollander: Cutler Beckett
Lord Cutler Beckett : [Jack is about to light a cannon that's pointed at the mast] You're mad.
Jack Sparrow : Thank goodness for that, 'cause if I wasn't this would probably never work.
[fires the cannon, which catapults him onto his ship, landing safely on his feet behind his crew]
Jack Sparrow : And that was without even a single drop of rum.
Jack Sparrow : Done?
Lord Cutler Beckett : Done. Although if I kill you, then I can use the compass to find my way to Shipwreck Cove.
[raises his gun]
Lord Cutler Beckett : Cut out the middle man, as it were.
Jack Sparrow : Without me, you'd arrive at the Cove and find it a fortress, nigh-impregnable, able to withstand a blockade for years. Then you'll be wishing "Oh, if only there was someone I hadn't killed inside, to make sure the pirates come OUTside..."
Lord Cutler Beckett : And you can do this?
Jack Sparrow : You may kill me, but you can never insult me. Who am I?
[Beckett falters, confused]
Jack Sparrow : [put out] I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!
Officer : Which ship do we follow?
Lord Cutler Beckett : Signal the Dutchman to track down Sao Feng. We follow the Pearl. How soon can we have the ship ready to pursue?
Officer : [Officer looks back towards a cracking sound, and watches as the large mast falls down. He looks toward the Black Pearl admiringly] Do you think he plans it all out, or just makes it up as he goes along?
Lord Cutler Beckett : Jack, I just remembered... I have this magic compass that points to whatever I want. So what do I need YOU for?
[aims his gun at Sparrow]
Jack Sparrow : It points to the thing you want the most, and that is NOT Shipwreck Cove.
Lord Cutler Beckett : Then what is, Jack?
Jack Sparrow : Me... dead.
Lord Cutler Beckett : [during parlay] Advise your brethren. You can fight, and all of you will die... or you can not fight, in which case only most of you will die.
Elizabeth Swann : You murdered my father.
Lord Cutler Beckett : He chose his own fate.
Elizabeth Swann : And you have chosen yours. We will fight. And you will die.
[Jack is ushered into Cutler Beckett's study]
Lord Cutler Beckett : [gazing out a window] Curious. Your friends appear to be quite desperate, Jack. Perhaps they no longer believe that a gathering of squabbling pirates can defeat the Flying Dutchman. And so despair leads to betrayal. And you and I are no strangers to betrayal, are we, Jack?
[Jack, who has been looking through various containers, stops and glances at a P mark on his arm]
Lord Cutler Beckett : [turning to face Sparrow] It's not here, Jack.
Jack Sparrow : What? What isn't?
Lord Cutler Beckett : The Heart of Davy Jones is safely aboard the Dutchman, and so unavailable for use as leverage to satisfy your debt to the good Captain.
Jack Sparrow : By my reckoning, that debt has been settled.
Lord Cutler Beckett : By your death... yet here you are.
Jack Sparrow : Close your eyes and pretend it's all a bad dream. That's how I get by.
Jack Sparrow : [airily waving a fan] ... and then you can take care of Barbossa and Turner, specially Turner. The rest go aboard with me to Shipwreck Cove, where I will hand you over the pirates and you will NOT hand me over to Jones.
Lord Cutler Beckett : And what becomes of Miss Swann?
Jack Sparrow : [now serious] What interest is she to you?
[Beckett smiles at Jack's change of mood]
Barbossa : [during parlay on sandbar, to Will] You be the cur that led these wolves to our door?
Lord Cutler Beckett : Don't blame Turner, he was merely the tool of your betrayal. If you wish to see its grand architect, look to your left.
Jack Sparrow : [Barbossa, Elizabeth, and Jack look left. Jack looks at Elizabeth] My hands are clean in this, figuratively.
Will Turner : My actions were my own and to my own purpose. Jack had nothing to do with it.
Jack Sparrow : Well spoke, listen to the tool!
Lord Cutler Beckett : The brethren know they face extinction. All that remains is where they make their final stand.
[Cutler Beckett and his crew step aboard the Flying Dutchman]
Davy Jones : GO, all of you! And take that infernal thing with you. I will not have it on my ship.
Lord Cutler Beckett : Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, because *I* will. Because it seems to be the only way to ensure listening ears. We need prisoners to interrogate, which seems to work best when they're alive.
Davy Jones : The Dutchman sails as its captain commands.
Lord Cutler Beckett : And its captain is to sail it as COMMANDED! I thought you would have learned that, after I ordered you to kill your pet. This is no longer your world, Jones. The immaterial has become... immaterial.
Will Turner : Jack Sparrow sends his regards.
Davy Jones : Sparrow?
Will Turner : [looking at a suddenly wary Beckett] You didn't tell him? We rescued Jack from the Locker, along with the Black Pearl.
Davy Jones : [glaring at Beckett] What else have you not told me?
Lord Cutler Beckett : There is an issue far more troublesome... I believe you are familiar with a person called Calypso.
[Jones shudders at the name]
Davy Jones : Not a person, a heathen god. One who delights in cursing men with their wildest dreams, and revealing them to be hollow and naught but ash! The world is well rid of her.
Will Turner : Not quite so well, actually. The Brethren Court intends to release her.
Davy Jones : NO! THEY CANNOT! The first Brethren Court promised to imprison her forever. That was our agreement!
Lord Cutler Beckett : Your agreement?
Davy Jones : I showed them how to bind her. She could not be trusted... I, she gave me no choice! We must act before she is released!
Will Turner : You loved her. She's the one, and then you betrayed her.
Davy Jones : [tentacles bristling with rage] She PRETENDED to love me! SHE betrayed ME!
Will Turner : And after which betrayal did you cut your heart out, I wonder?
[Jones angrily knocks Will's cup from his hand]
Jack Sparrow : So what are you proposing?
Lord Cutler Beckett : A new deal. One that requires absolutely nothing from you, but information.
Jack Sparrow : Were I in a divulgatory mood, what were I to divulge?
Lord Cutler Beckett : Everything. Where are they meeting? What are they planning? What is the purpose of the nine pieces of eight?
Lord Cutler Beckett : The enemy has opted for oblivion! Prepare the fleet.
Lord Cutler Beckett : A piece of eight. Nine of them, you say?
Mercer : Yes, sir. Our contact in Singapore was certain about it: "Nine pieces of eight."
Lord Cutler Beckett : What's the significance of that, I wonder?
Mercer : Does it matter? There's nothing that can hold against the Armada, not with the Flying Dutchman at the lead.
Lord Cutler Beckett : Nothing we *know* of... Did your contact happen to mention where the Brethren are meeting?
Mercer : He was mum on that, sir.
Lord Cutler Beckett : Then he knows the value of information... Better keep this between ourselves. We don't want anyone running off to Singapore, now do we?
[Mercer glances behind him to Governor Swann]