In Search of the Castaways Page #2

and not this...

note in a bottle.

Let me ask you something.

If you were a castaway

and you had a bottle,

would you put a note in it

and throw it into the sea?

Oh, I don't think so.

After all,

it's such a small chance.

- Isn't it?

- What would you do then?

Just sit there with the empty bottle

until you died or something?

All right,

I suppose I would try it.

But I wouldn't expect someone

to find it inside a shark.

Well, if that's

where they did find it,

you wouldn't expect them to just

forget about you, would you?

[John] You never saw

that Frenchman before,

until he showed up with the bottle,

and yet you believe every word he says?

And no matter what he says,

you and your father

refuse to believe him.

Suppose I'd told you

I'd found a bottle with a note in it.

- Would you believe me?

- Well, did you?

- Yes.

- And what did it say?

It said...

..."Disregard first message."

I suppose you think

that's funny, don't you?

You've got your father,

so to you this is just a big joke.

Wait a minute.

I'm not making a joke of it.

I'm trying to show you.

- Do you mind?

- I'll make you an offer.

What kind of an offer?

I don't believe this story

about the shark swallowing the bottle,

but I am getting fed up

with these infernal trips

to the Mediterranean.

[Gasps]

Down boy. Good old boy.

I'll bring you a bun or something later.

- That's a good boy.

- [Barking]

Bonjour!

In case you've emptied

your own pockets.

And just don't let any shark

get this away from you.

[Chuckles] Thank you.

I assure you, mademoiselle,

your case shall be

properly presented.

After all, Father,

suppose it was you cast away.

Do you think I would give up

if I had even the slightest clue?

I'd live up to all

the legends of Glenarvan,

persevere if I had to move

heaven and earth.

Why don't we try

Corsica Thursday?

- Will you listen?

- Haven't been there for years.

Suppose you were cast away

and had a bottle.

You wouldn't sit staring at it

until you died, would you?

You'd try putting a note into it.

Suppose for some reason,

it did get swallowed by a shark?

Most unlikely, I'd say.

Very well, then.

If you won't listen,

I shall be getting off at Plymouth

with Mary and Robert.

- [Glenarvan] Come, come.

- [John] I feel strongly.

If that's the way you feel about it,

let's look at the note. Where is it?

- In the bottle.

- Where's that?

- The Frenchman has it.

- Confound it, where's the Frenchman?

You had him thrown off the ship

in Glasgow.

That's a fine thing. When I want

something, no one takes notice.

- I drop a casual remark...

- Casual remark?

"Throw him off the ship

before I call the police!

We ought to hang him!"

Now we're in a fix. That Frenchman

might be anywhere by now.

Where's Captain Mangles?

- Tell Captain Mangles to... Oh!

- Oui, milord.

Good gracious, the Frenchman!

I thought...

Oh, but I give you my word,

I was put off the ship.

Fortunately, I do not

let such things upset me.

The note, milord.

Useless. There's practically

nothing left.

Oh, but with a little study,

a little intelligence,

it is possible

to make out what is said.

You will see one thing

without question:

Their location is given

as 37 degrees, 11 minutes

- south in latitude.

- That's no good without the longitude.

Consider first, milord,

on the 37th parallel, there are

only a few places they could be.

I've always said: If Captain Grant's

anywhere, he's in Australia.

It's logical if you know

about shipping and commerce.

Use the head, milord.

The note makes reference

to being captured, no?

You can make out the word

"Indian" or "Indians."

So where on the 37th parallel

would they be captured by Indians?

- Australia, or course.

- Aborigines, yes. Indians, no.

By George, I've got it!

South America.

Couldn't be anywhere else.

If he was captured by Indians,

the west coast.

It's a matter of simple logic, monsieur.

We'll go there.

And follow the 37th parallel

over the Andes

until we find Captain Grant.

Osmond, find Captain Mangles.

Tell him I'm gonna change course.

- Thank you!

- Oh! [chuckles]

Now, don't forget

it was me who arranged...

- Thank you.

- Thank you, milord.

Oh, please.

I'm an Englishman, you know.

(music) Merci, merci

Merci beaucoup

(music) Merci, milord Glenarvan

(music) Merci, merci

Merci beaucoup

(music) Merci, milord Glenarvan (music)

[Paganel singing in French]

[Paganel continues singing]

There, milord,

is where we must go.

The pass of Antuco.

Then follow the parallel

until we find Captain Grant.

Jolly good trick to throw a bottle

into the ocean from up there, I say.

[Chuckles] Ah, but could he not

put the bottle into a river?

Then would it not

flow down to the sea? Eh?

[Robert] (music) Gran-po, gran-po

Gran-po, gran-po (music)

No, no. Grimpons.

- Grimpons.

- That means:

"Let's climb."

It is the French recipe

for the good life.

Whatever you want to do,

don't be afraid to do it

- for fear of failure.

- Humph.

(music) Don't be afraid of the

beautiful and high mountain

(music) Let's climb, let's climb

(music) Let's climb, let's climb

Let's climb

(music) Don't be afraid of the

beautiful and high mountain

(music) Let's climb, let's climb

Let's climb, let's climb, let's climb

(music) And if we fall, crash, bang

and die a terrible death

(music) Never mind, we've had the joy

The joy of the climb

(music) Oh, don't be afraid of the

beautiful and high mountain

(music) Let's climb, let's climb

Let's climb, let's climb, let's climb

(music) Let's climb, let's climb

Let's climb, let's climb, let's climb

(music) Let's climb, let's climb

Let's climb, let's climb, let's climb (music)

[Wind howling]

[Paganel] Oh, look! Look!

- Straight down that valley, there.

- Where?

Do you see it, milord?

[Paganel] The river into

which one might throw a bottle.

- By Jove, yes.

- And an Indian village.

I say, this could be

just the place.

Have a look.

Better make camp here tonight

and get an early start

in the morning.

Hey, you. Make camp.

Stay here tonight.

- No stay. Drangopeeri.

- Hmm?

- Drangopeeri.

- What's the fellow talking about?

It is not Spanish.

It must be a local Indian term.

Hey, hey, hey.

What means "drangopeeri"?

Drangopeeri. Drangopeeri.

Oh! Uh...

He wants to tell us...

It gets terribly cold up here.

Oh, we build a fire, no matter how cold,

no matter how... [laughs]

...drangopeeri.

- We stay in hut.

- No stay.

Listen to me. I tell you

when to go and when to stay.

- No stay.

- We stay here tonight!

You stay. We go.

Don't you dare

to try and tell me...

I think the fellow

really means it.

Well, that's done it.

Without the horses, we're helpless.

- We'll never make it.

- Can't we still go on on foot?

But of course, mademoiselle.

The Indians have crossed these mountains

on foot for hundreds of years.

- Even drive their sheep.

- Oh, good.

- When do we start?

- We're not going to start.

I'm not gonna go

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