All language subtitles for Lord.of.the.Flies.S01E03

December 15th.

Holiday is declared.

Parents pull pupils away
until only Jack and I are left.

He did not talk to me until supper,

but then made a fine joke
about bread-and-butter pudding.

I tried not to play grateful,
as I laughed.

He talked of plans, how we were going to
make this the best of Christmases.

I said little.

I was called to the office after
for a phone from home.

Mother wanted to speak
before they left for Switzerland.

She said Father was tired
and would speak to me in the new year.

She sounded not her best.

I increasingly believe that bathing is the
only sensible thing to do on this island.

Until what?

Why should we be the only grown-ups?

I say, "Eat, sleep and bathe."

You don't mean that.

Could mean that.

I should mean that.

I don't like those clouds.

It rains here. You may have noticed.

I'm not worried about rain.

I'm worried about a storm.

A storm is coming.

Mind my specs.

If I get water on the glass,
I gotta get out and clean it.

It was funny.

Only if you're in the mood for funny.

I've got a pain in my brain.

Ralph, don't! Ralph!

Stop it!

There was a big storm.

The biggest Simon Camborne had ever known.

He found it quite exciting.

He put on his galoshes, and his rain hat,
and his mac, and went out in it.

And he was amazed at what he saw.

The whole of his garden
was a pond and full of fish.

He was frightened for a moment.

But then, a fish swam up to him,
smiled, and said:

"Isn't it lovely here?"

And Simon felt good.

Uh, but then,
Simon Camborne saw a problem.

His garden gate had orange toads
sitting all over it.

A problem... I'll tell you by tomorrow.

Come on, Piggy.

I will, I will, I will, I promise.

Now, has everyone been to the toilet?

Percival, have you?

I've forgotten my telephone number.

Buriton 623.

Percival.

Yes. I went to the toilet.

Thank you.

All right. A bit of quiet now.

Now, remember. If you can't sleep,
it doesn't mean the boy next to you can't.

So try not to disturb them.

Unless you need the loo.

Unless you need the loo.

- Why has he got my name?
- Who?

The boy Piggy's been
telling stories about.

Oh, I think Piggy's just working his way
through everyone in the register.

A different story for each, you know?

Does he know how it ends?

I don't know. I think he just
makes it up as he goes along.

He has an enormous facility.

Did you mean it?
What you said about doing less?

'Cause we've got the second shelter
to secure, signal fire to keep going...

Jack's camp is not worrying
about anything like that.

My Father took me into his study one day.

My Mother was there.

She was in tears.

She had a bruise.

Just there.

He asked me to tell him who I preferred.
Him or her.

I took a moment, and I told him,
I couldn't decide who I preferred.

- It's a hard...
- It's not that hard.

I loved her, and I hated him.

But I didn't say that.

Instead, I said I couldn't decide.

I was a coward.

My father told me that we're all cowards.

At least some of the time.

He pulled her up by the hair and he said,
"Do you hear that?

Even your precious boy
doesn't love you properly."

He walked away and slammed the door,
and she looked at me.

And then shouted, and went after him,
begging him for something.

My point, the point is...

Uh, I'm a coward.

And I know that Jack is one too.

And he'd hate me for telling you that,
but he is.

- And you're not, Ralph.
- You don't know that.

And we all, all the littluns need you.

I need you.

I don't understand you and Jack.

We were alone a lot in the long vacs.

We were friendly
when no one else was there.

Then the others would come back
and he'd drop me like a stone.

I never minded.

He is nicer than people know.

But there is something.

- Ralph! Ralph!
- Ralph! Ralph! We've...

- What?
- We've seen it.

- We saw...
- The beast.

We were up in the signal fire.

There's a beast on this island.

Jack!

Jack!

They're coming.

Why are you holding a leaf?

It was Piggy's idea.

We wanted to show you
that we come to parley.

What do you wish to parley about?

The beast. There's been a sighting.

The fire was bright.

We just made it up.

The fire...

- We laid more sticks on...
- Keeping to Piggy's schedule...

For the signal.

Then we saw the eyes.

- Teeth.
- Claws.

Halfway between
maybe a gorilla and a lion.

- But like neither of them.
- We ran as fast as we could.

- Bashed into things.
- It followed us.

- Did it do that?
- No. That was a bush.

You definitely saw it. The beast?

You weren't pulling our legs?

We saw it.

I believe them.

Yes. I believe them too.

So the question is whether
to retreat or attack.

Where are you retreating to,
captain? Another island?

- Have you seen another island, Maurice?
- I thought I did once.

It was just a fly in my eye.

The beast has never come down here.

If we stay here united...

And be cramped in?
How should we get our food, Roger?

Maybe the pigs would come to us,
if we asked nicely.

It's time to hunt.

The hunters will go. We've weapons.

Those spears are only made of wood.

You're frightened for us.
How sweet.

I don't see what good attacking
a beast with matchsticks will do.

So you agree with your pig?
You say we wait the beast out?

- Did I say that?
- Yes.

- I think we need to think!
- We need to act.

- Onward Christian soldiers.
- And the littluns, Jack, think of them.

- If we go, and the beast comes down...
- Simon. You're being hysterical.

- Sucks to the littluns.
- Stop. Everyone's shouting.

We should hold a proper meeting
with the conch.

Sucks to the conch!
We know who ought to say things.

What good has Simon ever done talking?

Bill.

It's time some people leave
deciding things to the rest of us.

That was cruel.

He's choir.

He should have come to me.

Besides, I'm bored of worrying
about being cruel.

Time to get waxy.

- Adieu.
- You're not thinking this through.

Where can it be?
Where can it live that we haven't seen?

Thank you. Ralph.
You've given us our starting point.

The only place we haven't been.
You remember, Maurice?

The tail end part of the island,
where the rocks are all piled up?

Yes, I know it.

You have realized the worst thing
about the beast being on the mountain

is that the signal fires out.

It's our duty to relight the fire.

Or are you done with the rescue idea?

Then we all go.

Then all of us biguns go.

We all have to kill the beast.

Good.

Everywhere we go...

Not yet.

Not with them.

You can see why this is the only bit
of the island left unexplored.

I'm Chief.

I'll go. Stay here.

Stay hidden.

Wait for me.

Do you think any of this
is about finding the beast?

I'm the head hunter.

Couldn't let you do it on your own.

Whoo!

Yes!

There's no beast here.

No. What a wizard place for a fort.

You're welcome to it. I'm never visiting.

Once here, who'd need to leave?

There's no fresh water.

What's that then?

You could put a coconut shell there,
filling all the time.

There are no coconuts.
Nor is there fruit. Nor pigs.

We'd have to travel for food.

We'll go back and climb the mountain.

Maurice was wrong.

Better to start
with the twins first saw it.

Pity we didn't try there first.

It was closer to camp.

You want me to reprimand Maurice?

I don't think it was Morris's idea.

You play brave, Chief.

But you're as scared as they come really.

Aren't you?

And you're not as hardened
as you'd like us to think.

And who told you that?

December 18th.

We have decided to call the large oak
in Pilgrims Court, "The Tree of Destiny."

Jack has a plan to remap
the whole of the grounds.

The next week is to be Genesis,
our Genesis.

And we will rename and rebirth
everything inside the grounds

as if it is newly hatched.

He had us both stand on the hill
behind the cathedral

and shout, "Let there be light!"

He looked tremendous.

His yellow hair shining
like the sun itself.

He said, "We are as gods,
because if we are not gods,

then how else will the world be made?"

This is stupid.

- We don't know where we're going.
- You're just fat and unfit.

Why are we stopping?

- We were here before.
- I remember.

If you cut through,
you remember the pig run?

It went on for miles.

Find that and we'll find a route
all the way to the signal fire.

Do we know where we're going?

We're following Jack.

Pig runs.

Pig runs!

Get, get, get it!

Jack! The sun's getting low.

- We're all tired.
- We're looking for the beast.

- Looking needs light.
- I'm hungry.

If we leave now,
we can get back to camp before dark.

We'll sleep, and then tomorrow
we can climb.

It's a good idea.

If you're frightened,
of course we can turn back.

You have to make everything
into a competition...

Let him go.

Your Simon says to let me go.

Your pig gives you a reason to turn back.

Your decision, King Ralph.

A smaller group will move faster.

The rest should return to camp.

Good. We need volunteers.

Thank you.

Come on, fatty.
You're not fast enough.

The littluns will need you back at camp.
They will.

We played rugger together.
You know I can do it.

You promise you won't faint?

Five seems a good number.

Give it back.

- Give what back?
- I can't even remember what I wrote.

It's the saddest story I ever read.

That's what you wrote.

You're tired.

If you don't want to go on,
I'll go up by myself.

I'll be with you, Jack.

Me too.

I'm not tired.

Do they do anything you ask?

Don't yours? Simon.

You're a good dog.

You'd follow Ralph anywhere, wouldn't you?

Go on then. The three of you, go.

Fight the beast.

You see?

You don't want to do this without me.

Ralph, we don't need to.

Now you're my dog.

Ralph.

Good idea.

Do you see anything?

There's no rock there.

Am I right?

Jack, don't scare people.

Don't scare people?
They've a right to be scared.

- I called this meeting.
- There is no meeting.

I've got the conch!

You hate the conch.

First, you all need to know
we've seen the beast.

- What?
- The Beast?

We were only a few feet away.

It sat up and looked at us.

Will you be quiet?
This is important and I have the conch!

We don't know what this beast does.

We don't even know what it is.

- It comes from the sea.
- Hunting.

- Maybe the beast is...
- Yes.

It's hunting. That's what it's doing.

The beast is a hunter.

And there's only one thing to do
with hunters.

- Hunt back.
- Yeah!

Kill or be killed.

Says the man who ran faster than anyone.

So, Ralph thinks all my hunters
are no good.

I never said that. You liar!

Ralph thinks all my hunters are cowards!

- Run away! Cowards!
- Jack, will you let me speak?

Ralph is Piggy.

He says things like Piggy,
because Piggy tells him what to say.

- Would you elect Piggy as your leader?
- No.

- Of course not.
- All this talk! Talk, talk.

Who wanted it? Who called this meeting?

Ralph oughtn't be your Chief.

- Do you hear?
- You already have your own camp.

Give me the conch.

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

There's only one person
who can protect you from the beast,

and it isn't your Chief.

Come on.

We never should have come.

♪ Everywhere we go ♪

♪ Everywhere we go ♪

♪ People always ask us ♪

♪ People always ask us ♪

♪ Who we are ♪

♪ Who we are ♪

♪ Where we come from ♪

♪ Where we come from ♪

December 26th.

Jack remains ill.

I'm reading him Huckleberry Finn.

There was a part
where I started doing funny voices,

and Jack really laughed, so I kept at it.

They've said to keep him cool,
but then he complains of feeling cold,

so I put the blankets on him.

I'd rather he be comfortable.

I have taken to leaving my curtains drawn
so that if he needs me,

I can be there for him.

He does not need much, just a comforting
word if he is frightened.

Last night he accidentally called me
Mother and we both laughed like drains.

I lay with him until he slept.

Where would you be if you were not here?

In a cottage on the edge of Dartmoor.

My Father worked the boats in Plymouth.

A cottage.

Sounds nice.

About the size of Simon's gatehouse,
I imagine.

We did have a gatehouse.

When it snowed, we had to work darn hard

to make sure we wouldn't get snowed in.

Father and I would be out there till
late clearing and salting the paths.

But then once we'd done that,

we'd have cornflakes with sugar and cream
in front of the fire.

Cornflakes with sugar and cream.

What I give for that.

I think that's where I'd be.

Where would you, Simon?

I know where I'd be.

Behind the counter in the sweetshop,
helping your auntie?

Whilst helping yourself to a few
of the fizzy snakes,

some strawberry bootlaces...

Chocolate wheels. Sherbet flying saucers.

Go on then, Simon.

I think all told...

if I could be anywhere...

I'd choose here.

I've been happier.

You'll get back to the, um... the cottage.

You'll get back to where you came from.

Got a ship in your pocket.

The conch!

Listen to me. All of you!

You're thieves, vagabonds
and pathetic creatures.

Tonight we're having a feast.

We killed a pig, and we've got the fire
to cook it with.

You can come and eat with us.

Go on.

The Chief has spoken.

Does that mean you're keeping
a signal fire going?

Stealing our fire mean that you're taking
responsibility for a beach signal.

Now we can't go up the mountain.

Jack!

- Jack!
- Ralph.

You're batty, Simon.

Where is everyone?

Perhaps they're lying in the shelter.

No.

The lake, then.

Or the toilet.

- Where's Sam and Eric?
- Jack's party.

Why did you have to say that?

Why should we know and he not?

Let them go.

I don't care.

- What if we were to...
- It's a trap.

It's meat.

- You hate him.
- Yeah, but I don't hate meat.

We don't have to do anything else
except take and eat.

That's how we get stronger.

Bullies only have control
if you give them control.

I think bad things will happen.

But you're batty and Ralph's Chief.

What do you think, Chief?

I think...

I think...

I think I wish I knew what makes
things break up like they do.

- They just... They just do.
- Sorry.

Do you mind if I ask Nickie?

- Who's Nickie?
- Me.

I'm Nickie.

That's my name.

I don't know really, Ralph.

I expect it's him.

Jack?

Jack.

And is he everything?

- Is he all of it?
- No.

Look, we just got to go on, Ralph.
That's all.

That's what grown-ups do.

We want to say thank you!

Thank you!

For the gift of this pig.

Thank you!

For this fierce fire!

Thank you!

For this succulent meat.

Thank you!

That is so good to eat!

Thank you!

Hoist it up.

We want to say thank you.

Thank you!

Ralph.

Would you like first flesh?

As Mother says,
always feed the guests first.

And your Mother is quite the lady.

Ah.

Kill the pigs!

The pig was good.

One, two, three, four, five.

You are a silly little boy.

Just an ignorant silly little boy.

You'd better run off and play
with the others.

They already think you're batty.

You don't want Ralph to think
you're more batty, do you?

Aren't you afraid of me?

- I am the beast.
- No.

You're just a pig's head on a stick.

The pig was good.

There will be more pigs for those
who join my tribe.

Who will join my tribe and have fun?

I'm Chief.

Your hunters. That was your job.

We've decided to not be frightened
of the beast.

We've decided
we're strong enough to kill it.

Who will join my tribe and not be afraid?

Who will join my tribe and not be afraid?

Kill the beast.

Cut its throat, spill its blood.

Ignorant.

So ignorant.

All of you fancy thinking the beast
was something you could hunt and kill.

- You knew...
- Stop!

But you didn't make them listen.

Because you're weak.

Run along now, Simon Camborne.

Run!

A storm is coming.

Are you happy with your shelter, Jack?

This is a bad camp.

This is a bad camp for bad people.

Do our dance.

Dance!

Kill the beast! Cut its throat!

Spill its blood! Kill the beast!

Cut its throat! Spill its blood!

Kill the beast! Cut its throat!

Spill its blood! Kill the beast!

Cut its throat! Spill its blood!

Kill the beast! Cut its throat!

Spill its blood! Kill the beast!

Kill the beast!

Cut its throat! Spill its blood!

Kill the beast! Cut its throat!

Spill its blood!

Kill the beast! Cut its throat!

Spill its blood! Kill the beast!

Cut its throat! Spill its blood!

Kill the beast!
Cut its throat! Spill its blood!

Kill the beast! Cut its throat!

There! There!

Cut its throat! Spill its blood!

Kill the beast!
Cut its throat! Spill its blood!

No!

Kill the beast! Cut its throat!
Spill its blood! Kill the beast!

Cut its throat!
Spill its blood! Kill the beast!

January 4th.

Lent term begins tomorrow,

so slowly children will return
to where they should be.

Jack was kind at breakfast,

but by lunch he was readying himself
for the arrival of the others.

I asked him to meet me
at the Tree of Destiny,

and he said he did not know
which tree I talked of.

I tried to show little response.

Maurice was the first of his platoon
to appear.

He had cake from his cook,

which the two shared whilst talking loudly
of the adventures of Maurice's Christmas.

I sat close enough to listen,
then returned to the dorm alone.