Adapted from the screenplay by Ted Elliott & Terry Rossio

(Elizabeth sits alone in her cell; male prisoners in adjacent are whistling and beckoning her)

Prisoners: …we don't bite…come on…

(Elizabeth solemnly turns to them, and flips them off before resuming her original position of BOREDOM)

Elizabeth: Well, since I got nothing better to do… (pulls out Gameboy Advance) All right! Pikachu!

Governor Swann (appearing outside cell, unlocking it): Come quickly, yeah?!

Elizabeth (disappointed): But pops, I was just getting started!

Governor Swann: You're in prison!

Elizabeth: But I was just getting started!

Governor Swann: But you want to get out of here, yeah?! (opens door as though he was one of his/their servants)

Elizabeth: Okay, okay. Sheesh. (resumes playing Gameboy) Just give me a few more minutes. I've got an important gym battle coming up and I need this badge, like, a lot, so…

Governor Swann: You can do that later, yeah?!

Elizabeth: But why do it later when I can do it now?

Governor Swann: Because you can do it later!

Elizabeth: …Good point. (turns off Gameboy, puts it in her pocket, exits prison with Governor)

Prisoners (to Elizabeth; in background): Where you goin'?

Elizabeth (following Governor; to prisoners): If it's not a Gameboy Pokemon convention, there's going to be some seriously unhappy people around here.

Governor Swann: There might very well be, Elizabeth, if we run out of luck. Now, luckily, our name still has some standing with the king, yeah? So, I've arranged passage to England. The captain is a friend of mine, yeah?

Elizabeth: No! I want to go to a Gameboy Pokemon convention! And Will has gone to find Jack!

Governor Swann: We cannot count on William Turner, yeah? Come!

Elizabeth (slightly angry): Pokemon Gameboy games are a lot more fun than you give them credit for.

Governor Swann: This isn't about Pokemon, you crazy child! Please, this is no time for innocence…and stupidity. Beckett has offered one pardon and one pardon only, yeah? One. As in, three minus two. As in, Metallica's first music video. As in, the number of gonads remaining on my person since the accident--

Elizabeth: OKAY! I GET IT! (pause) And seriously, pops, Good God…too much information there…

Governor Swann: Look, even if Will succeeds, do not ask me to endure the sight of my daughter walking to the gallows, yeah? Do not.

(a horse and carriage are waiting; the Governor opens the door and lets Elizabeth in)

Elizabeth (sitting down): Hey, pops.

Governor Swann: Yes?

Elizabeth: Want to endure the sight of your daughter walking to the gallows?

Governor Swann (getting teary-eyed): …That's…that's not funny! Anyway …yeah?...anyway, perhaps I can ensure a fair trial for Will if he returns.

Elizabeth: A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging.

Governor Swann: Then there is nothing left for you here, yeah? (closes carriage door, and horse and carriage ride off, then arrive at dock)(to Elizabeth) Wait inside, yeah? (steps down, walks towards Captain Hawkins, who is standing silently on dock facing out to sea) Captain? Captain… (the Captains' body soon falls, revealing Mercer, who was standing behind the body, knife in hand)

Mercer: Evening, Governor. (wipes blood off knife) Shame, huh? He was carrying this. It's a letter to the king. It's from you.

Governor Swann (shocked): Uh…uh…nuh-uh! (starts to run off, but is cut off by horses and soldiers arriving) Elizabeth, yeah?! (rushes to open carriage, but Mercer beats him to it)(to Mercer) What are you doing, yeah?!

(Mercer opens carriage door, but it is empty)

Mercer (to Governor): Where is she?

Governor Swann: Who, yeah?

(Mercer grabs Governor by lapels and pushes him up against side of the carriage)

(at East India Trading Company headquarters; the room is darkened; Beckett walks in from the balcony – still a short man – carrying a lantern and reading a document; he walks to a table, opens a wooden box, and finds the Letters of Marque missing)

Beckett (assuming Elizabeth is nearby): No doubt you've discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm, as your father believes.

Elizabeth (slipping out from an interior door, hands held behind her): Then what is?

Beckett: I'm afraid currency is the currency of the realm.

Elizabeth: Darn trick questions. I expect then that we can come to some sort of understanding. I'm here to negotiate.

Beckett: I'm listening.

Elizabeth: Good, but can you hear me is the big issue. I mean, you're so short compared to me, I'm just afraid my voice won't be able to travel all the way down from my mouth to your head…

Beckett: I'm not short! I'm listening! State your terms, darn it! (Elizabeth points a gun down at his forehead) I'm listening intently.

Elizabeth: These Letters of Marque, they are signed by the King?

Beckett: Yes, and they're not valid until they bear my signature and my seal.

Elizabeth: Or else I would not still be here. You sent Will to get the compass owned by Jack Sparrow. It will do you no good.

Beckett: Do explain.

Elizabeth: Stilts haven't been invented yet.

Beckett: I'm not short!

Elizabeth: Ah, it doesn't lead to stilts, anyway. And if you're thinking of going to the Isla de Muerta (random thunder and lightning), I'll have you know that I have seen the treasure myself, and there is something you should know.

Beckett: Ah, I see. You think the compass leads only to the Isla de Muerta (random thunder and lightning), and so you hope to save me from an evil fate.

Elizabeth: I thought being a midget was your evil fate.

Beckett: I'M NOT SHORT!!! (regains composure, clears throat) You mustn't worry. I care not for cursed Aztec gold. My desires are not so provincial. There's more than one chest of value in these waters. So perhaps you may wish to enhance your offer. (Elizabeth cocks her pistol, and Beckett signs the document)

Elizabeth: Consider into your calculations that you robbed me of my wedding night.

Beckett: So I did. But consider into your calculations that incense is…well…how do I put this politely?...DIIIIIIISGUSTING!!! (heats a stick of wax) A marriage interrupted. Or fate intervenes. You make great efforts to ensure Jack Sparrow's freedom. (presses his signet into wax seal)

Elizabeth: Consider into your calculations that these aren't going to Jack.

Beckett: Oh, really. (tries to hold papers back as Elizabeth takes them) To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, then? I'll still want that compass. Consider that in your calculations.

Elizabeth: Fine. I will. (starts walking off)But before I do, consider this in your calculations. (flips him off with both hands, then exits)