Robinson Crusoe Page #3

he began to instruct me.

In turn, I made it

my mission...

to teach Friday

the King's EngIish.

And after 6 months...

I was astonished that

he Iearned the Ianguage...

with such great proficiency.

Yet other aspects

of Friday's education...

proved more arduous.

Friday, l have to talk

to you about God.

God?

Your Maker.

Your Creator.

God.

He made everything.

He made you.

Pokya.

Pokya?

Pokya God.

Look at that. Huh.

Before long time,

no land--only water.

That's in ''Genesis.''

Pokya live in the water.

He make Timpopo.

He make Tompopo.

He make the sun

and the moon. Right.

Mm-hmm.

Sun and moon marry.

They make baby--man.

Make all men.

Make me.

No. God made you.

Pokya.

You can't worship a crocodile.

Why not?

Teeth of crocodile.

CRUSOE:
Does this crocodiIe...

this Pokya...

tell you to eat

the flesh of your enemies?

Make strong.

You eat fish, swim good.

You eat Iizard, cIimb good.

You eat heart, make strong!

This is pagan blasphemy,

Friday!

The true God is greater

and more powerful.

The true God is love.

He teaches us

to love our enemies.

Pokya...

is not God.

Show me God.

l cannot show you God.

l show you Pokya.

You show God.

You cannot see God.

He's in the spirit.

He's in the souI.

l see spirit in the trees.

l see spirit

in fish and animals.

l see everywhere.

Here.

Here is God.

Here is the living

proof of God.

His sacred word.

This is the living testament

to His love, His wisdom...

His divine plan--here.

Where? l see no God.

No, you--you have to read it.

Now look what you've done,

you heathen savage.

This blasphemy and your soul...

shall be damned

to eternal torments.

l no like your God.

l no like you.

Forgive all those

who trespass against us--

against You, Lord.

Against You.

CRUSOE:
I knew I shouId come

to regret my harsh words.

Whether Friday was

the better for our meeting...

I do not know,

but I had good cause...

to think Providence

was sending him to serve me.

And so, I'm aIone again.

I manage weII enough

without him.

I eat weII enough,

I Iive toIerabIy weII...

but I find I begin

to miss him as a companion.

It's been severaI weeks now.

Our paths cross

from time to time...

but we do not speak,

do not communicate.

In my studies of history...

I had chronicIed

the reIigious wars...

that have pIagued mankind

since the beginning of time...

and how sad, I thought...

that in this universe of two...

reIigion had now put us

at our own war.

Yet something had to be done.

Friday!

[Spits]

We can't carry on like this.

lt's silly--

the two of us on

the same bloody island...

not talking to each other...

not sharing what we have.

l'm sorry for

all the things l said...

everything I did.

l was angry.

l apologize.

l want you to come back.

Good fish.

Eat.

CRUSOE:
There she goes.

That's it. Come on, come on.

That's it. Come on.

CRUSOE:
So now we were three...

and I heard once again

the sound of human Iaughter--

his and mine.

Come on.

FRIDAY:
Ha ha!

CRUSOE:
That's it.

[Both chattering]

There you go.

FRIDAY:
Go sideways.

Sideways.

Go in the water yourself.

They'll go with you.

Let's get the big one.

Yours is bigger.

FRIDAY:
Winner.

CRUSOE:
I had not

forgotten who it was...

that had brought Friday

to my isIand...

nor the IikeIihood

of their return.

The Nemurs, it seemed,

were the dominant tribe...

on Friday's isIand...

and Friday had been offered

by his own peopIe...

as a tribute

to these savages.

Powder--

gunpowder.

This is it.

Power.

This is what the Nemurs

come for?

CRUSOE:
This must be powerfuI.

FRIDAY:
Oh, make great

warriors.

Then we'll come back.

CRUSOE:
And so I determined

to be ready for them.

Like hunters

setting traps for animaIs...

we prepared our weIcome.

I expIained to Friday...

that this particuIar

white man's magic...

wouId ensure

that our enemies...

go to meet their god Pokya...

rather sooner

than they anticipated.

[Horn blows]

[People yelling in distance]

[Horn blows]

[Yelling louder]

[Crowd yelling]

[Drums playing]

[Barking]

Skipper!

[Barking]

Skipper!

Skipper!

[Yelling stops]

O dear Lord...

l thank you

for the time l shared...

with this

faithful creature.

He was my friend.

Skipper goes

to Crusoe's heaven?

Dogs don't have souls, Friday.

Only people have mortal souls.

Only people go to heaven.

Too bad.

Good dog.

[Softly]

Aye.

Friday ask Pokya...

to look after dog's spirit.

Pokya!

Pokya-ay!

[Speaking native language]

CRUSOE:
The Iessons

of humiIity...

do not come easiIy

to a stubborn souI.

FRIDAY:
Pokya!

CRUSOE:
Once I had thought

mine was the onIy true path.

FRIDAY:
Pokya!

CRUSOE:
Now I was

no Ionger sure.

FRIDAY:
Pokya-ay!

[Squawks]

The Nemurs will come back.

With new moon...

many, many warriors will come.

Want your magic.

Mmm. Well, we can't

fight them all.

We could build a boat.

Go away.

Go to your island.

No.

We cannot go to my island.

Why not?

Cannot go.

Can never go.

l am a dead man.

This island of dead people.

Aye. Well, we will be

if we stay here.

We build boat.

You go to your island.

Mmm. lf only l could.

My island's on the other

side of the world...

many, many moons away.

What name your island?

Britain--

Great Britain.

Brittany.

Yes. New Brittany.

You know Britain?

Not so long--

one moon, maybe.

You mean New Britain?

New Brittany.

Right name, Oamockapeet.

White men call it New Brittany.

Have you seen white men

before me?

My father told me

about white men long ago.

Not good.

White man,

he take much everything...

not give back.

Take land, take people--

Tonga people.

Make people slaves.

You're not white man, Master.

You're a good man.

But if your island

is close to New Britain...

we could build a boat,

and we could go there.

l cannot.

Do not ask me, Master.

My name is not Master!

My name is Robinson Crusoe.

Rob--

Robina Crus--

Crusoe, aye.

What name is Master?

White man.

l am slave to you?

No.

lt was a mistake.

l'm not your slave!

No.

No, you're not my slave.

We are friends, and

we can live as friends...

but we can build a boat.

We can build a boat

and leave this place!

You're going to build it!

[Choking]

[Catches breath]

You gave life.

l cannot kill you...

but l will kill myself!

Then stay on this island

and die...

but l will build a boat...

and l will live!

CRUSOE:
So, my stupid

arrogance...

had Iost me my dear companion

for a second time...

and I was aIone again.

If what Friday said was true...

I was Iess than one month's

traveI from New Britain...

one of His Majesty's

coIonies...

off the coast of New Guinea.

But my time was short.

I had to Ieave before

the next fuII moon...

and the typhoon season

wouId soon be here.

[Wind blowing]

[Hammers]

[Thunder]

I knew I wouId have

to Ieave soon...

or miss my chance...

if I had not aIready done so.

[Thunder]

How I regretted

my thoughtIess words.

The chances were...

that I wouId

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