Papillon Page #5

Get away!

Get away! Get away!

That's enough!

They come in, steal from my garden.

Who does?

Maybe I'd better go.

Yes.

I know your house. There's no ghost in it.

My thoughts are with you.

Jesus!

Louis!

Come look. Remember those seeds

that Sergeant Santini gave me last month?

They've come up.

We'll have carrots.

It said six weeks on the packet

but it's only taken four.

If I could find a way to get off this island,

would you like to come with me?

Oh, yes, of course.

Get away!

Freddie, you know better than that.

I've got no money. They took it all.

Forget about that.

You can't buy your way out of here.

Then how?

I don't know yet.

Then, then we don't have to discuss it.

Tell me, do you like tomatoes?

I have some extra seeds.

You might like to start your own garden.

You see, it's a horseshoe.

When the waves break

they have no place else to go...

...except go back out again.

Well, you can't launch a boat from here.

In fact, there's no place on the entire island

where you can launch a boat.

Bags of coconuts tied together,

just throw 'em over...

...float out on a wave.

Then what happens?

The mainland's only 24 miles.

You just drift with the current.

Only two days.

-You're certain?

-Yeah.

It seems so, so desperate.

Yeah.

You think it will work?

Does it matter?

Get! Now, that's not yours.

Now, you get away.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Here you are, Freddie.

Freddie's not feeling well today and...

...you should appreciate that fact.

Here we are.

Okay, little one.

All right.

Freddie!

Freddie, that's not for you, that's Adam's.

Come here, Adam.

Let's take a walk.

Certainly. Isn't that a little small?

-It's just to try it with.

-Certainly.

You know, I've been thinking

of building a porch.

There's not a home on the entire island

with a porch.

Not even Sergeant Santini has a porch.

-What do you think, huh?

-Come on.

It was the wrong wave.

Oh, yeah.

They come in a series of seven.

And the seventh wave is big enough...

...to take us both out

beyond the point of return.

Are you certain?

Yeah.

Excellent.

Oh, if we're going

I'd better pick those carrots.

Fourth wave.

Ready?

I must tell you something.

Louis, you don't have to say anything.

I meant to.

I'm sorry.

I know.

You'll be killed.

You know that?

Maybe.

Please, don't do it.

Hey, you bastards, I'm still here!

Papillon made it to freedom.

And for the remaining years of his life

he lived a free man.

This, the infamous penal system

in French Guiana...

...did not survive him.

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