In Search of the Castaways

[People chattering]

- Good night.

- Good night, milord, milady.

[Girl] Excuse me, sir.

Is that Lord Glenarvan's yacht?

- It is.

- Well, we'd like to see him, please.

Oh, would you now?

He'll be horribly hurt

to know you didn't arrive

for the start of the party.

We didn't even

know about it.

I bring news of one of

his ships disappeared at sea.

A message from Captain Grant

of the Britannia.

Captain Grant?

Why, he's dead, isn't he?

And just how would he get

a bottle where he's at?

Go on. Get on with ya.

Captain Grant's our father.

And he's not dead.

I'm Mary Grant,

and this is my brother Robert.

Oh, no offense intended, miss.

He was a good man, he was.

The best this line ever had.

It's just that it's, uh,

hard to take serious,

a note in a bottle, I mean.

Still, uh,

I suppose it could happen.

And that's why we just have to see

his lordship before he sails.

Oh, I'm sorry, miss.

I've had my orders.

Nobody aboard

except invited guests.

But we've come all the way

from Plymouth.

It has cost me my last franc.

And we haven't

had a thing to eat.

So that's it.

Another trick, is it?

Get out of here with your

wild tales, your hard-luck stories.

You almost had me

for a minute.

[Guard] Go on.

Stand clear of the gate there.

Come on.

[Clanking]

- [Woman] Lovely.

- [Man] Thank you.

You two, come back here!

[Guard] Come back, I say!

[Guard] You two,

come here at once!

- [Guard] Did you hear me?

- Good evening.

- [Guard] Come back, I say!

- Good evening.

Come out now,

wherever you are.

You wouldn't want me to lose

my bloomin' job now, would ya?

How do we get

past this one?

Good night, sir.

Oh, very simple.

Just walk nonchalantly

up the plank backwards.

Yes. In all the confusion,

he won't be able to tell you

from the departing guests.

Go on now.

Go on.

[Guard] Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

[Guard] Good night, sir.

- Come on.

- You now.

Go on. Go on, go on.

[Guard] Good night, sir.

Good night.

Little boy, would you be so kind

as to get my wrap for me?

- I think I left it in the...

- You! What are you doing?

[Shrieks]

Stop those children!

- Excuse me. Good evening.

- [Guard] Come back you two!

[Guard] Come back!

Stop, you two! Come on, stop!

Come on back, you two!

Come back!

[Murmuring, laughter]

[Man] May I get you

some more turkey?

- [Woman #1] Not too much.

- [Woman #2] It's delicious.

Charming. Lovely party.

I hear Lord Glenarvan is going

to the Mediterranean this year.

[Man #1] Yes, he so much

enjoys the season.

[Man #2] How long does he

plan to be away this time?

[Man #1] Six months.

[Man #2] He seems very proud

of this new, uh, steamship.

Good evening.

Cloves from Madagascar.

It is not bad

for English ham. [chuckles]

Oh, excuse me, madam.

[Screams]

[Woman] There's someone

under the table!

Look!

There they are!

Head them off the other way.

[Everyone talking]

- Oh, let me go!

- Why?

[Guard] Come back, you two!

Come back!

Ah! Come here. Come here now.

I gotcha. I got you!

Oh! Let me go!

You let him alone!

Oh!

It's you, your lordship.

- Isn't it?

- I dare say, but who are you?

Your lordship,

we must speak to you.

- We're from Plymouth.

- I'm Mary. This is my brother.

- Our father's Captain Grant.

- Of Britannia.

- [Mary] He's alive. Send a ship.

- [Robert] Quick.

Now, just a minute.

Come along. We'll talk it over.

Now then, how do you know

your father's still alive?

- He put a note in a bottle.

- The professor Paganel found it.

- Oh, that again.

- What do you mean?

Ever since I posted the reward

for news on your father's ship,

people have been turning up with notes

they've found in bottles...

- How many is this, John?

- Twenty-two, father.

If I had my way,

every last one of the culprits

would be hanged

from the yardarm.

Exploiting human misery, it is.

Nothing more vicious,

more treacherous.

But it is from my father.

I can tell.

Monsieur Paganel,

show them the note you found.

[Speaks French]

Well... Oh, I'm sorry.

- Wrong bottle.

- [Laughter]

This is the one.

First question:

Where'd you find the bottle?

You see, I went fishing

with some students.

You cut open a fish

and found the bottle.

Oui, oui, milord,

a 220-pound shark.

Throw this man off the ship

before I turn him over to the police.

- No, your lordship.

- But it is the truth, what I tell you.

Why should a shark

swallow a bottle?

Oh, what was in his mind,

I don't know.

I tell you only

what was in his stomach.

You make a career of this,

do you, exploiting children?

I am Jacques Eliacin

Francois Paganel.

Professor of geography,

University of Paris.

My credentials, milord. Oh!

[Mumbling]

Forged, I imagine,

like the note in the bottle.

- All right, steward.

- Come along.

[Paganel speaking French]

- Oh, no, you can't.

- Just a minute, children.

I have something to say to you.

If we could be alone for a moment.

Take your hands off me,

monsieur.

Never have I been thrown

from any place in my life.

Let's not set a precedent.

[Speaks French]

Children, don't you think

I'd be the first to respond

if I thought there was a chance

of finding your father or his crew?

I'd go to the ends of the earth.

And that's no idle boast.

The Glenarvan motto:

"Persevero."

Been the family creed

for 800 years.

But it's not a hoax.

I saw the note myself,

and I know my father wrote it.

The way he makes his letters.

Just more clever

than the rest, that's all.

When you consider the odds,

it'd be fantastic, finding the bottle.

But this business about it being

swallowed by a shark...

Well, what would

my father have to do,

come back here himself and say,

"I wrote the note. Come and find me"?

Did I understand you to say

you came from Plymouth?

Tell Osmond to get cabins ready.

We'll drop them off there.

- Very well.

- But what about Paganel?

We can't go off

and leave him.

Now, my dear, I'm only doing

what's best for you.

[Speaks French]

How'd he get past you

in the first place?

How did he get past you,

if it comes to that?

- Wait...

- [horse whinnies]

Here's his lordship's wine.

- [Guard] And about time too.

- A bit late, aren't you, Charlie?

It'll be a pretty rough trip

if his lordship doesn't get his wine.

Follow me, please.

This way, miss. Cabin number five,

on the starboard side.

'Course,

Fitchet's a lot older than you.

Maybe not actually

in years, but...

Oh, he's been around more.

I don't know what

you mean by that.

There's probably

nobody else in the world my age

who's made as many trips

to the Mediterranean.

Well, that's just it.

I mean...

...have you ever been to...

...South America,

for instance?

As a matter of fact, no.

- [Mary] Pacific Ocean. Ever seen that?

- It's only an ocean.

You should have waited

and had breakfast with my father.

He'd have to give the order

to change course for South America.

Oh, he would go.

Nothing could stop him.

If it were for something

you could believe in,

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