In Search of the Castaways Page #5

- News? What kind of news?

You come in canoe. We go fast.

To village where they hold prisoners.

Three sail men.

Three sailor...

Oh, monsieur, we found them.

It's like a miracle.

- [Laughter]

- [Mary] Thank you!

[Glenarvan] I say, careful!

Come along. Let's get aboard.

Careful, now. Careful.

You're a welcome sight, sir,

believe me.

Is this thing safe?

Forty-six,

47, 48, 49, 50.

Now it's come,

I can hardly believe it!

White men! [shouting]

Stop it! Stop it!

Who are these people?

Where's Captain Grant?

Is not right men?

It's all my fault.

How could I be so stupid?

It's what I started to tell you,

milord. About the mako shark.

What about

the blasted thing?

It lives only in and around

the Indian Ocean.

That's what the word "Indian"

means in the note.

Not that they were captured

by Indians.

If you knew this, why didn't you tell me

before I paid all that money?

I kept hoping, milord,

that maybe somehow

I could be wrong.

This can mean only one thing.

Captain Grant is in Australia.

Australia!

That's where I wanted to go,

only I let you

talk me out of it.

Oh, my dear children.

I'm sorry it all had to end like this.

Listen!

Thalcave speak.

For many years, my people hunt.

Trail game many miles.

Sometimes sneak up

but game not there.

But Indian knows

if game not there,

it somewhere else.

Keep looking.

Otherwise, Indian die out

many years ago.

Keep looking?

He's right, you know.

Now we know where

Captain Grant really is.

And by Jove,

we'll go and find him.

Oh, thank you, Thalcave.

Thank you.

- How does she look to you?

- Just what we need.

Ain't a ship hereabouts

could overhaul her.

- What about the steam?

- We can learn.

The old man wants to know

what happened to the Britannia.

- Maybe I should tell him.

- You're not serious, are you?

Maybe I should tell him.

The very spot,

your lordship,

where she sank

beneath the waves.

Me own dear brother

lost his life

trying to put out in a

small boat to save the crew.

- It was shocking...

- All right, pay them off.

- Very good.

- Thank you, lordship. Much obliged.

- [Glenarvan] I won't see anymore.

- Very good.

Look at that!

Ridiculous, preposterous!

How can a ship go down

in a dozen different places,

sometimes 500 miles apart,

answer me that!

Confounded wharf rats!

Lie to you. Take your money.

Cut your throat,

given half a chance.

How the dickens can I tell

where to start, eh?

- What do you want?

- Mr. Ayrton to see you.

- I didn't want to see anybody else.

- This is a gentleman.

I hope I haven't arrived

at an awkward moment.

I couldn't get here sooner.

I would have warned you.

You'll find very little integrity

among some of the men

who frequent our waterfront.

It happens that I have

the very information you require.

- About my father?

- This is the daughter of Captain Grant.

Well, if I could reunite this

delightful child and her gallant father,

that is the reward

I'm interested in.

- Were you ever in Plymouth?

- Plymouth, England?

No, I haven't had that pleasure.

May I inquire, sir, as to the

nature of your information?

Two years ago, I was caught in a

violent storm in the Tasman Sea.

We picked up a poor fellow,

badly battered and half-drowned

just off the coast

of New Zealand.

- New Zealand?

- He said he was from the Britannia.

She'd gone down with all hands.

He died in the night, and our ship

combed the area the following day.

Until I read about the message

in the bottle, I had no idea

- there were any survivors.

- Why wasn't the sinking reported

- when you reached land?

- I assumed it was.

I was only a passenger

on the ship.

If he landed in New Zealand,

he must have been captured

by the Maoris.

I'll report this

to the authorities.

I'm afraid it isn't

as easy as that.

- Why ever not?

- You haven't had my experience

in dealing with our government.

You learn to get along

in spite of them.

They talk endlessly and they

need authorization from London.

You'll be lucky

if they're ready in a year.

Anything could happen

to him in a year.

- What do you suggest?

- Oh, I can't get mixed up in this.

I've told you all that I know.

I've got my own estates to run.

Sir, the lives

of three men are at stake.

I'd like to speak to this

gentleman alone, please.

The trouble is New Zealand

is not in the Indian Ocean.

There's something strange.

Very strange.

I don't care what he says.

I've seen that man.

- You're just imagining it.

- No, I'm not.

I can't stand people that look at me

like that. "Delightful child."

"Gallant father."

It's a good sign

that neither of you take to him,

because everything else

that you've welcomed with open arms

has turned out dead wrong.

[Shuddering]

- I don't wish to break the law.

- Certainly not.

I don't intend to leave Captain Grant

in the hands of bloodthirsty cannibals.

So, I appeal to you,

as a man with experience

and knowledge of local conditions

to help us before it's too late.

All right, I'll gather up

some men who know the Maoris

and who can handle

any kind of situation.

By Jove, you mean we just go in

and have it out with them?

Oh, no. We'll take along

some supplies to barter,

and if Grant and his men

are still alive, we'll buy them back.

Capital idea. I can't tell you

how grateful I am to you.

I need hardly remind you that we

must be discreet about what we plan.

Of course. Don't want to be tied down

by a lot of red tape, do we?

Just my son John and Captain Mangles,

otherwise not a word to a soul.

Yes, just as it should be.

[Man] Get this crate

down in the hull.

[Men shouting]

Motley looking lot of fellows

you've got together.

Well, when you look for men

to go into Maori country,

you don't choose

from among the social elite.

[Laughs] Jolly well put.

I didn't realize

you'd require quite so much merchandise.

The days have gone

when one could impress the natives

with a handful

of colored beads.

If they choose to sell their prisoners

dearly, we'd better be prepared.

I see.

John, you've got to tell me

what's going on out there.

Ah, mademoiselle,

you are too beautiful

in ze new gown

to worry your little head

about such things.

But what's

in all those boxes?

If my father wanted you to know,

he would've told you.

Every man out there looks

like a fugitive from the penal colony.

John, you've got

to do something.

Don't let this man make

a fool of your father.

Just because he calls you

a delightful child

and you don't like it,

he's trying to make a fool of my father.

It is better that we

think it, monsieur,

than give him

the opportunity to prove it.

Let me tell you something,

both of you.

My father huffs and puffs

a little bit,

and we've all smiled at him

just in fun,

but I don't think anybody is going

to make a fool of him as easily as...

Well, certain people

I could name.

[Gasps]

And now, if you'll excuse me.

Patience, dear.

Nous verrons ce que

nous verrons.

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