In Search of the Castaways Page #7

There'll be more

to it than that.

For this be

the night of the harker.

Bide ye your time

till the night be well be gone.

And the horns sound and

the flames will leap upward

and the devil hath seized

the souls of our captors.

Then, I will show the way.

[Shouting in native language]

- [Mary] Nobody's looking. Now!

- [John] Up you go.

- It looks awfully small.

- [Bill] Go on. Go on!

[Straining]

I'm stuck.

Let out all the air.

[Exhaling]

I don't know which is worse.

A crazy man who thinks he's smart,

or a Frenchman who admits he's stupid.

Hold that.

[Grunts]

Now, to get the pendulum

swinging. [cackles]

- Oh, do be careful.

- [Cackling]

Lower away.

I've the unhappy feeling we're going out

of the frying pan into the fire.

[Straining, cackling]

He can't get over.

The rope's not long enough.

Lower away.

- He still can't do it.

- Go on. Lower away!

That's all there is.

- Then let it go!

- [Gasps]

[Cackling]

He did it!

- [Men chanting]

- [Horn blowing]

Tie that down there.

[Glenarvan] Deuce of a fix.

[Bill] Off to the mountain.

[Glenarvan] We'll never outrun

these fellows.

By Jove, I never saw

a rope burn like that.

Gunpowder.

It's woven in like a fuse.

Aye, what say you?

Who be mad now? [cackles]

Vengeance is mine.

I will repay, sayeth the Lord.

Father, come on!

If this is the sacred volcano

of the taboo,

they dare not follow.

You know of such things

even though you be a stranger?

I be smart too. [laughs]

We be two of a kind.

- By Jove, they've stopped.

- What think ye now of old Bill Gaye?

Be he crazy or be he smart?

They dare not set foot here,

for all this is taboo.

I say, that's splendid,

isn't it?

[Speaking in native language]

But they're moving on again.

A slight miscalculation.

I'm afraid we're on the wrong volcano.

Just as I thought. Out of the

frying pan, into the fire.

Don't worry, milord.

Come help with this.

- [John] What are you planning to do?

- Uncork the bottle, let the genie free.

On your marks.

Poussons tous!

[Glenarvan] I've got it.

Everybody, push.

Un...

...deux...

...trois...

[grunts]

Lucky shot, that.

Chance in a million.

At the university, I'm considered

the wizard of the croquet court.

Come ye,

where we be safe.

Oh, it's horrible!

Have no fear, mademoiselle.

The Maoris can run faster

than the lava. Enjoy it!

And now, Mr. Gaye,

to Captain Grant.

Aye, to Captain Grant.

[Bill] Old Bill Gaye,

he's got it all planned out.

[Cackling]

All right, Grant.

Tell them there are six more boxes,

nearly 200 rifles, still in the hold.

I'll send the lot ashore

as soon as they hand over the money.

How do I know the rest

are as good as this one?

- I give you my word.

- That's what you offered last time,

when you unloaded

a pile of junk.

[Speaks native language]

Now really. Every time

I do something charitable,

I live to regret it.

- Like putting you ashore alive.

- And I intend to stay alive.

By not recommending rifles

I haven't examined.

My beautiful,

beautiful yacht.

If they've done anything

to damage her,

I'll have them strung up

by their thumbs.

How did you know

where she was going to be?

This be where they

always unload.

- In Diane's Inlet.

- Diane's Inlet?

Oh, sacre tonnerre!

In the note, what I thought said

"Indian" was really...

Oh!

I'm stupid.

Stupid. Stupid!

Cheer up, my friend.

Your stupidity may turn out

to be of divine inspiration.

Mr. Gaye, I thought we were

going to find Father.

We be, we be.

Looky now.

It's Father!

[Mary] He looks well.

Thank goodness.

They're all getting into boats.

They're coming here.

We have a little time

to prepare our reception.

[Thumping]

- I come to see thy ship.

- No one comes aboard.

Surely, you be not afraid

of old Bill Gaye.

Bill Gaye?

All he had was a crown of glory.

- Know ye not that?

- [Grunts]

[Chattering]

[Man] How many cards

do you want?

Where's mine?

[Paganel]

How do we get past him?

Excuse me, sir. But is this

Lord Glenarvan's yacht?

Well, sonny, I guess...

Here! Wait a minute! Ain't you the boy

that's with them. Come back here!

We have to break the door down

the best we can.

- [Man #1] Jacks, gentlemen.

- [Man #2] Thomson's got money.

All right. Your deal, Bob.

Hey, come here quick!

- The brig!

- Brig!

[Cackling]

Know ye not

what the Good Book says?

He that diggeth a pit

shall fall into it.

[Bill cackles]

[Glenarvan] Send him over to me!

Ooh! Got him.

[Cackling]

I suppose we'll have to open every box.

Put the best ones on top.

[Glenarvan]

Ayrton, you scoundrel!

Don't move. You've made

it long enough to hang.

Hello, Glenarvan.

Welcome aboard.

Well, here we are.

This makes us even, doesn't it, uh...

You've got your ship back,

and I'm bringing you Grant.

- So, uh, why don't we, uh...

- Captain.

Take him below

with the rest of the scoundrels.

Aye! You've sown the wind.

And I say to ye,

ye reap the whirlwind!

[Gaye] Back, you dogs!

Back, I say!

- [Speaks in native language]

- Bill Gaye!

- What on earth...?

- [Mary] Father!

Mary. Robert!

[Bill] You think I be crazy,

don't ya?

[Bill shouting at native

and cackling]

- How did you find me?

- Monsieur Paganel.

- He's a professor.

- He found the note.

- Glenarvan took us.

- We've been around the world.

- We were captured by Maoris.

- Maoris.

[Grant] My dear children.

Oh, how I've prayed

for this day.

- I was beginning to give up.

- Must be catching your cold.

[Grant] And now you're suddenly here,

and I'm able to hold you both

close in my arms.

I can't find words to express

my gratitude to all of you.

We would have been here months earlier

if I hadn't been stupid about the note.

- Note?

- The note in the bottle.

The note?

In the bottle?

[Cackling]

What think ye now?

'Twas I put that note

in the bottle.

[Cackling] And put

the bottle in the sea.

Cast thy bread on the waters

for thou shalt find it

after many days.

But they seemed so sure it was

their father's handwriting.

It was. Wasn't it?

Now you know my secret.

Why I ran away to sea.

The voice is a voice

of a God-fearing man.

But the hands...

...are the hands of a forger.

[Cackling]

Oh, par exemple!

Bill, you scoundrel!

Just think,

if he hadn't put

the note in the bottle,

and if Paganel

hadn't caught that shark...

And if you hadn't tried to slap my face

on the way to Plymouth,

I wouldn't have talked Father

into making this trip.

Funny how things work out,

isn't it?

Isn't it?

Here we are,

all of us together.

All of us.

Did you ever see

so many stars?

Once, on top of a mountain.

Did you know that there,

out of the light,

you can see

the Southern Cross?

Southern Cross?

So, that's my little girl.

By George, they do grow up.

[Speaks French]

I was just thinking to myself,

no matter where

you are in the world,

it is always different

but it is always the same.

In English, you would say:

"All climates

are the same for love."

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