Crusoe (1988) - full transcript

Robinson Crusoe is shipwrecked and he finds himself all alone on a tropical island. With a few tools he manages to rescue from the wreck he has to learn to support himself until help arrives.

Take care of him.

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.

Thank you, sir.

A fine buck,
and at a fair price.

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.

$350. $350. $350.

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

Anyone say $500?
Thank you. $500.

$500. $500.

Going, going,

gone, to Mr. Gospel
for $500.

Thank you, sir.
Good choice.

Mr. Tweetie,
field hands.

Thank you, gentlemen.
Field hands.

...Crusoe.

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.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Really?

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.

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.

Boy!

Here. Come here.

I'll take that.
What...

But that's
for Mr. Crusoe.

Yes, I know
who it's for.

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

There, now.

Real man's brew.

Go on, take it
to Mr. Crusoe.

Go on.

Knock on the door.

Mr. Crusoe, sir.

Your water.

Bless us, O Lord,
for these gifts.

Guide us with thy
infinite wisdom

to find the ship's course

and, please,

protect us
from the sea.

Amen.

Thank you, Reverend.

Usual
weather, Captain?

Ask the Lord,
Reverend Milne.

This is our first
autumn crossing.

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.

Scamp.

Get out.

Man overboard!

Hold it,
Jack! Hold it!

You don't
understand!

We're dead!

Captain!

Captain!

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

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

Get--Get out.

Oh, my God.

Hello!

Anyone hear me?

Scamp?

You all right?

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

Where the hell
are we, Scamp?

No!

My curse on this island.

Come here, Scamp.

See our general store?

Hello?

If not mine,
whose are they?

Speak up!

Going,

going,

gone!

To the man with no shirt.

A little drink.

To me.

"We shall reach
the slave coast tomorrow."

Scamp.

Go out there.

Go see what it is.

I said,
go see what it is.

Go on!

A lot of good
you are!

Come here, piggy, piggy.

Here, pig.

Scamp?

Scamp!

Oh, my God.

Come here.

Come here!

I will see you
at supper.

Suppertime.

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.

No wonder,
this time of year.

Rotten old weather.

I'm not feeling well myself.

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?

How's that, Scamp?

Come on, Scamp.

Come on, Scamp.
Get up.

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.

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.

I have no one
to sell you to!

Sit.

Wait!

Okay, eat.

Meat.

It's good. No?

Wipe that off your face,
would you, please?

Your face. Would you
wipe it off, please?

Wipe it off your face.

That's it.

Very good, Lucky.

My name is,

Crusoe.

You're Lucky and I'm Crusoe.

My name is Crusoe.

Master.

Can you say
"master"?

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

And the better
I can trust you,

the better
you'll be treated.

Good night.

I hope the bedbugs
don't bite.

Lucky!

Let me down, you...

Get out of here,
you...

No.

Put your toe on it
and pull the trigger.

Trigger.

No, no...

No.

Don't do that.

Don't do that!

Is that my goose
you're eating?

My goose.

Back!

Meat?

Meat.

You understand?

You're eating meat.

Fire.

Fire.

Hot.

Fire.

Tree.

Leaves.

Ocean.

Sea.

Sand.

Sand.

Meat.

Sand.

Meat.

Meat.

Jala.

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

Jala.

Jala?

Meat.

Meat!

That's right! Meat!

Meat.

♪ 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... ♪

♪ 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

♪ Two men...
One man and his dog

♪ 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 ♪

Ahoy!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, up here!

Hey!

Hello, there!
Up here!

Up here!

Who are you, sir?

My name is Crusoe.

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.