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In Search for Captain Grant

Captured by the Cannibals

Episode Six Captured by the Cannibals

- Don't shoot! - He killed Phil Jackson!

We will repay them in full soon!

Now "Duncan" is ours!

Well, with God's help.

Be careful, friends!

It's alright, my friend, it's a scrape wound.

The letter...

Ben Joyce...

What? Ben Joyce's got the letter?

They'll take over "Duncan"...

Bear with me, my friend!

Pirates, pirates...

That's it!

That was their heinous goal.

They want to kill my crew and capture "Duncan".

My God! Will "Duncan" become a pirate ship?

They will rob and kill peaceful people!

We must get ahead of these scoundrels!

How?

The convicts are gone, our path is free.

I suggest going to the bank of the Snow River.

But we cannot cross the river.

We don't have to. We'll swim down the river towards its mouth.

Then it's not far from Melbourne.

- What, on a raft? - Yes, on a raft!

How do you feel, Olbinett?

I am better, thank you.

M'lord, he is very bad!

Olbinett will not go any further.

How much do we have left?

10-12 miles.

Well, we'll carry him then.

- Mr. McNabbs! - Yes, Olbinett?

I wanted to ask you...

How did you find out...

That this man was Ben Joyce?

The day before yesterday...

I went to see if we were being followed.

It was all so suspicious: the sudden horse deaths...

and this boatswain's behaviour.

I returned the same way we went.

Turned out that our tracks were quite visible on the ground.

And where the van wheels did not leave any tracks,

the trefoil on my horse's shoe was seen very clearly, m'lord.

Soon I saw two horsemen following our trail.

One of them I recognised as that unpleasant fellow,

the blacksmith from Black Point.

I eavesdropped on their conversation.

The blacksmith said:

"That Ayrton is not a man, he's a pure devil!"

To which the other replied: "Call him Ben Joyce.

He deserved this name!".

Robert can tell everything else.

He met that rascal from Black Point face to face.

- Robert, were you scared? - Oh, no!

He behaved like a real man.

He almost shot this bastard!

You know, my sister saved me!

Somebody was shouting behind the bushes - it was you and Olbinett. You were calling for me.

So it felt like there were three of us, so the bandit got scared and ran away!

So Ayrton lured us here on purpose.

Yes.

And the bandits have been following us since the very coast.

This scoundrel is no sailor from "Britannia" then.

I think this man's real name is indeed Ayrton.

Ben Joyce is his nickname.

Of course he knew Harry Grant.

Perhaps he really was a boatswain on "Britannia".

So... it means...

Captain Grant really is in Australia?

Perhaps...

Only one thing is clear: Ayrton and Ben Joyce are the same man.

Overslept!

We've overslept!

Get up, Captain! We've overslept!

Overslept! M'lord, get up!

We are in the open sea!

- What happened? - We were carried into the ocean!

Where is the shore? Can't see! Robert, up!

- What happened, Edward? - Let's turn around at least!

We were carried into the open sea!

- What's up there, Robert? - Hold on!

- No, this is meaningless! - What shall we do?

- M'lord, we're done for, right? - We got into a strong current.

We are carried away further from the shore!

Into the open sea!

Robert!

I do not see anything! It's foggy!

Farewell "Duncan", and all our hopes.

The land is no longer visible.

We are being carried southeast...

- To New Zealand. - To New Zealand?

All the better!

This hinders some of our plans, of course, but...

believe me, New Zealand is worth

enduring some discomforts!

Imagine: fire-breathing volcanoes,

flows of lava on the slopes - a positively wild place!

Wild manners too! Cannibalism is still practiced there!

You sure painted a jolly picture, monsieur Paganel.

The natives will be so happy to see dinner arriving to them from the sea.

A shore is a shore and we need to get to it as soon as possible.

We do not have much water left.

What do you propose, John?

To act!

Drink...

Drink!

Drink!

Now you, Robert.

M'lord, Olbinett is calling for you!

Bear with me, my friend.

- I'm dying... - No, no, Olbinett, we'll fight again!

M'lord... when you return on the ship...

Write down in the logbook...

That I performed my duty...

to the very end.

- Robert! - A shark!

Robert!

Approximately... one meter per second,

3600 meters per hour,

48 miles... per day.

There is still hope that we will be breathing when our ark arrives to the shores of New Zealand.

Where we will immediately get eaten by savages.

- What a disgusting custom! - But why?..

Fish eat fish, pigs eat pigs.

Own kind eats its own kind.

Are you defending cannibalism, dear Paganel?

I'm not defending it, I'm justifying it.

Certain Maori tribes claim that by devouring the enemy,

they destroy his spiritual essence, therefore

they get his soul, strength, and bravery.

Interesting...

How do they eat

Europeans - alive or...

You remind me

of that Englishman who was dragged to the fire by the cannibals and ask-

and asked: "What's your name?".

"Why do you need it now?" he replies.

"Well, why? For the menu!".

Only by the end of the 4th week did the exhausted sea travelers

see the coasts of New Zealand.

Where are you taking us, chief?

- Any news, Karatatet? - Bad news, great chief!

Many of our warriors were killed!

Every Maorian warrior can kill two Englishmen,

but what to do when a third one appears?

I do not see Tagonga!

Our brother Tagonga was captured by the English!

Take them to prison!

They gathered around the leaders.

They're waving their hands and howling.

The leader tells them something.

Oh, they're dispersing.

Robert, get back!

The leaders are coming here!

They did not search me.

But this weapon... it's for us, not for them.

- Are you English? - Yes.

And them?

They are English just like me. We are travelers,

and none of us are a part of the war you are at with England.

The English are our enemies!

They took our land, they kill, they burn our homes!

They are cruel, we do not defend them,

but we cannot be responsible for the actions of our compatriots.

I want to rip your heart out!

I want all of your heads hanging on this fence!

But Tagonga is the high priest of our God,

he's in the hands of your brothers!

Our God ordered us to get him back.

Do you think the English would agree to exchange you for our Tagonga?

Answer, is your life worth the life of our Tagonga?

No, in my country, I'm neither a priest, nor a leader.

So your people will not agree to take you in exchange for Tagonga?

Just me - no. All of us - maybe.

Our tribe exchanges one head for another head!

Then propose to exchange your priest for these two women.

Their status is high in their country.

Hmm, do you hope to deceive Kayukum?

You think that Kayukum does not know how to read human hearts?

That's your wife!

Mine!

She is mine!

Edward!

Chief! The scout from the British camp!

- Have you come from the English camp? - Yes, chief.

Have you seen our prisoner, Tagonga?

- Yes, chief. - Is he alive?

He is no longer with us, chief.

The English have executed him!

You will all die.

But not now!

John, did you hear what Lady Glenarvan asked of her husband?

If a husband has a right to kill his wife to free her from shame,

then a fiancé has a right to kill his fiancée!

You have long considered me your fiancée, right, John?

- Can I rely on you, John? - Yes.

But you have no weapon!

I won't surrender you to anyone.

If Mr. Paganel was with us,

he would've certainly thought of something.

Let him escape our fate.

- What is it? - The volcano.

If we are destined to die tomorrow,

I'm sure we will do it bravely.

Like true Christians ready to face the Last Judgement.

God, who reads our souls, knows that we pursued

a noble goal!

If death awaits us tomorrow,

then that is His will.

No matter how cruel the sentence will be,

we will not grumble.

Here not only death awaits us,

but also torture.

Dishonour, perhaps...

And these two women...

John, I realise that you promised Mary the same thing I've promised to Lady Ellen.

What do you intend to do?

I think I have the right to fulfill this promise.

Then let's do it immediately!

Who knows, maybe we won't have time for it later.

Let's leave this last resort...

- to the last minute. - That minute might not even be.

Let's hope.

And now we need to go to sleep. Yes, yes, sleep!

We need strength.

We must show these savages how Scots

can die.

They put the body on an elevation.

They walk around him and cry.

They're bringing a woman forward.

The chief's widow.

Oh my God!

The chief! He killed her!

They put her next to the deceased.

They're bringing somebody else.

Six people. Natives.

Hands tied.

- The chief's slaves. - Are they also going to be killed?

What happened there?

They... they...

Nothing special.

They just want breakfast.

We have time before dinner.

We are on their evening menu.

Right... only two guards left.

No, three - there's one more.

It's time to attack them...

Then what? We have women with us.

Then - according to the situation.

The main thing is to take their weapons.

Wait, Major. John!

Stand here.

We need to lure them in here,

and when they come in...

Hear that?

Somebody's rustling behind the wall!

Mice digging a hole.

Do you hear?

Let's find out then,

mice... or a man?

Quiet!

Take it.

More.

Damn.

Paganel! Where are you from?

Wait, wait! Watch the natives!

They're sitting by the fire, dining.

Paganel, you could've ended up here only thanks to your ingenious absent-mindedness!

Follow me one by one!

Quick, quick!

The great Umbus-Humbu!

I ask for just one thing:

When you wake up, and I can already hear the mighty rattling in your chest -

lower into the realm of eternal shadows

the body of the brave chief Karatatet!

He is worthy of it!

You know our customs!

No one dares now to set foot on the slope of this sacred mountain!

The one who breaks this ban will face an immediate death!

Be careful!

Coming!

Major, come here!

Looks like the natives...

have left the village!

My friends, look at this beauty!

Quiet!

Here, here, friends!

Quickly!

A chase!

- This sign, Major... - Hurry, hurry up, Paganel!

There they are!

The natives!

- That's it! I can't! I have no strength anymore! - Just a little more, Mary!

I can't!

That's it!

Get up! Come on, get up!

I cannot!

It's over!

Look! The natives are not going any further!

Get up!

Let's go, friends! Let's go!