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(DOGS PANTING)

(HORSE SNUFFLING)

(DOGS BAYING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(DOGS YELPING)

Take care of him.

MAN: Yes, sir.

Morning, Mr. Crusoe.

Good morning.

What do you have?

Six men, four women, one pregnant.

First sale or resale?

First sale.

Sign here.

Colcol.

I don't think he likes me. Do you?

I wouldn't think so.

(CHUCKLES)

(GAVEL BANGING) TWEETIE: Thank you, sir.

A fine buck, and at a fair price.

JIMSON: Lot 122, Mr. Tweetie.

Lot 122, gentlemen.

Female, name of Easter.

5' 4", eight stone five pounds.

Sound and healthy.

A clear blue-black complexion

and, I'm told, a musical voice.

Gentlemen, may we start the bidding at $150?

$150, thank you.

I'm going to $200, who will accompany me?

$200, thank you, sir.

Do I hear $250? $250? $250?

Come, gentlemen, $300. $350, thank you, sir.

(MUTTERING) $350. $350. $350.

$350... $400! $400. $400. $400. $400. $450? Thank you. $450.

Anyone say $500? Thank you. $500.

$500. $500.

Going, going,

(GAVEL BANGS) gone, to Mr. Gospel for $500.

Thank you, sir. Good choice.

JIMSON: Mr. Tweetie, field hands.

Thank you, gentlemen. Field hands.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGAUGE)

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

(CHATTERING)

MAN: ...Crusoe.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

Yes, Crusoe?

Mr. Mather, I need the ship for another run.

Well, it's a little late in the year, isn't it?

I know it's late in the year.

But I found out the pens in Guinea are crammed.

Well, what do you reckon you can buy them for?

$45 for a buck,

$20 for a girl.

Hmm?

Are you sure?

Positive.

Really?

(LAUGHING) Yes, I'm certain.

Crusoe, you're a liar.

If those pens are crammed,

it's $25 for a buck, it's $10 for a girl.

Look, I like your ambition.

And when your ambition makes me money,

I like it even more. Then give me the ship.

(SIGHING) All right, all right.

Captain Harding will be in command.

You'll consign to me your stocks, your stables

as security against damage or loss.

Are we agreed?

Thank you, we are agreed.

Thank you very much, Mr. Mather.

TARIK: Psst! Psst! Boy!

Here. Come here.

I'll take that. What...

BOY: But that's for Mr. Crusoe.

Yes, I know who it's for.

It just needs a little flavor, that's all.

(URINATING)

(SNORTS)

There, now.

(SNIFFS)

(COUGHING)

Real man's brew.

Go on, take it to Mr. Crusoe.

Go on.

Knock on the door.

Mr. Crusoe, sir.

Your water.

(HUMMING)

(SNIFFS)

(RESUMES HUMMING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Bless us, O Lord, for these gifts.

Guide us with thy infinite wisdom

to find the ship's course

and, uh, please,

protect us from the sea.

Amen.

Thank you, Reverend.

Ah!

Uh, usual weather, Captain?

Ask the Lord, Reverend Milne.

This is our first autumn crossing.

Ah, Providence willed it.

Don't thank Providence, Reverend.

Mr. Crusoe is our benefactor.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Providence it is, sir,

though it wears Mr. Crusoe's face.

The ship carries Christ's spirit into Africa.

Reverend, the crew might appreciate a few words.

To bolster their spirits.

Yes.

(GROANS)

Scamp.

Get out.

(BLEATING)

(HONKING)

(WOODEN BANGING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

MAN 1: (FAINTLY) Man overboard!

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(CLATTERING)

MAN 2: Hold it, Jack! Hold it!

MAN 3: You don't understand!

We're dead!

(WOOD CREAKING)

(FAINT SHOUTING CONTINUES)

MAN: Captain!

Captain!

I think you'd better get up on deck, sir.

It's as bad up there as I've ever seen.

(MEN SHOUTING)

Get--Get out.

Oh, my God.

(GASPING)

(EXCLAIMS IN TERROR)

(CREAKING)

(CREAKING)

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

Hello!

Anyone hear me?

(BARKS)

(DOG BARKING)

Scamp?

You all right?

What am I supposed to do, come down and get you?

Where the hell are we, Scamp?

No!

(ECHOING)

My curse on this island.

(ANIMAL HOWLING)

(HONKING)

(WHISTLES)

Come here, Scamp.

See our general store?

(SCAMP BARKING)

(WHINING)

Hello?

If not mine, whose are they?

Speak up!

(CHUCKLES)

Going,

going,

gone!

To the man with no shirt.

A little drink.

To me.

(CREAKING)

(SCAMP BARKING)

"We shall reach the slave coast tomorrow."

(TWIG SNAPS)

(ANIMAL GRUNTING SOFTLY)

(CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(CLATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(WHISPERING) Scamp.

Go out there.

Go see what it is.

I said, go see what it is.

(HISSING) Go on!

(GRUNTING)

A lot of good you are!

(GRUNTING)

(MUTTERING)

Come here, piggy, piggy.

Here, pig.

Scamp?

Scamp!

Oh, my God.

Come here.

Come here!

(SAWING)

(WHISTLING)

(HONKING)

I will see you at supper.

(SIGHING CONTENTEDLY)

Mmm.

(CRUSOE MOANING)

Mmm-hmm.

Hmm.

Uh-huh.

(MUTTERING)

(WHOOPING)

(SCRAPING)

(CREAKING)

(WHISTLING)

Suppertime.

Ah!

Come on.

Why aren't you eating?

What's the matter? No meat?

Come on, eat. Eat.

You know I hate eating alone.

Come here.

Let me feel your nose.

Oh, you're sick.

Aw!

No wonder, this time of year.

Rotten old weather.

I'm not feeling well myself.

(COUGHING)

But I'm eating.

I'm eating.

Scamp?

Do you know what I'm gonna do for you?

I'm going to give you my bed tonight.

How's that?

Mmm?

How's that, Scamp?

Come on, Scamp.

Come on, Scamp. Get up.

(WHINING)

There, there, lad.

Down the hatch.

Go to sleep.

You'll feel better in the morning.

Scamp.

Good night.

Good night.

Lord,

I beg you for my dog's life.

He's such a good dog.

I have come to need him.

Without him...

I shudder to think of life on this island without him.

Thank you, Lord. Amen.

(CHATTERING)

(CHATTERING)

(MAN CHANTING)

(MAN CHANTING)

(CLICKS)

(HISSING)

(GUNSHOT ECHOING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(MEN CHATTERING)

(MEN CHATTERING)

(COCKS PISTOL)

(GASPS)

(MEN CHATTERING)

Off they go!

You're a lucky man.

You're lucky first because you're alive,

second because you have a man like me as your master.

And third because I have no one to sell you to.

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

I have no one to sell you to!

(SIGHING)

Mmm?

(HUMMING)

Sit.

Wait!

Okay, eat.

Mmm!

Meat.

It's good. No?

Mmm!

Wipe that off your face, would you, please?

Mmm.

Your face. Would you wipe it off, please?

(SLOWLY) Wipe it off your face.

That's it.

Very good, Lucky.

My name is, um,

Crusoe.

You're Lucky and I'm Crusoe.

My name is Crusoe.

Master.

Can you say "master"?

Mmm?

We'll do better tomorrow. One day at a time.

(CHAINS RATTLING)

And the better I can trust you,

the better you'll be treated.

Good night.

I hope the bedbugs don't bite.

(HUMMING)

(HUMMING)

(SCREAMING)

Lucky!

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERS)

(EXCLAIMING)

(GROANING)

Let me down, you...

(GRUNTING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SCREAMING)

Get out of here, you...

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE)

No.

Put your toe on it and pull the trigger.

Trigger.

(GUN BARREL ECHOING)

No, no...

No.

Don't do that.

Don't do that!

Uh...

(LAUGHING MOCKINGLY)

Is that my goose you're eating?

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

My goose.

(GEESE HONKING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SHOUTING)

(SCOFFING)

(CLICKING)

Back!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CRUSOE GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS)

(CRUSOE WHIMPERING)

(HUMMING)

(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)

(GEESE HONKING)

Meat, huh?

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(CHUCKLES)

Meat.

You understand?

You're eating meat.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

Fire.

Fire.

(EXHALING) Hot.

Fire.

Tree.

Leaves.

Ocean.

Sea.

Sand.

Sand.

Meat.

Sand.

Meat.

Meat.

Jala.

Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat, meat.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

Jala.

Jala?

Ah!

Mmm!

Meat.

Meat!

That's right! Meat!

Meat.

CRUSOE: ♪ One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow

♪ One man and his dog went to mow a meadow

♪ Two men went to mow, went to mow...

♪ To mow a meadow

♪ Two men...

♪ One man and his dog went to mow a meadow

♪ Three men went to mow...

♪ Went... ♪

(BOAR GRUNTING)

(WHISTLING)

(BURPING)

(SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(MIMICKING BIRD CALL)

(MIMICKING BIRD CALL)

(CHANTING TONELESSLY)

♪ One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow

♪ One man and his dog went to mow a meadow

♪ Two men went to mow, went to mow a meadow

(CHANTING)

♪ Two men... One man and his dog

(CHANTING) ♪ went to mow a meadow ♪

♪ One man went to mow

♪ Went to mow a meadow

♪ One man and his dog

♪ Went to mow a meadow ♪

(SINGING)

(GUN FIRING)

Ahoy!

(LAUGHING)

Hey!

(GUN FIRING)

(FAINTLY) Hey!

Hey, up here!

Hey!

Hello, there! Up here!

(YELLING)

Up here!

(GUN FIRING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(MAN WHOOPING)

(LAUGHING)

(CHATTERING)

(CHATTERING)

Who are you, sir?

My name is Crusoe.

MIPPS: You intend to keep the cannibal, Doctor?

When we return, I intend to present our friend above

to the Northern Institute.

So you'll sell him to the Institute, will you, Doctor?

I am a scientist, not a slave dealer, Mr. Mipps.

He will live at the Institute.

Be better off there than he is here.

These tribes are a simple mass.

They don't think of themselves as individuals.

Do they, Mr. Crusoe?

I'd like to get some information

about the cannibal's habits.

I had a thought.

Alongside the cannibal exhibit,

you could lecture

about your experiences on the island.

(LATCH CLICKS)

(SEAGULLS CAWING)