V poiskakh kapitana Granta (1986): Season 1, Episode 1 - S Julem Vernom vokrug sveta - full transcript
In Search for Captain Grant
Starring:
Vladimir Smirnov
Jules Verne
Lembit Ulfsak
Jacques Paganel
Nikolay Yeryomenko
Lord Glenarvan
Tamara Akulova
Lady Glenarvan
Vladimir Gostyukhin
Major McNabbs
Oleg Shtefanko
John Mangles
Ruslan Kurashov
Robert Grant
Galina Strutinskaya
Mary Grant
Anatoly Rudakov
Olbinett
Around the Globe with Jules Verne
Episode One
Around the Globe with Jules Verne
A man has conquered three elements: earth, fire and water.
Now the fourth elements remains: air!
For this we need apparatus heavier than air.
- A hot air balloon is just a toy in the hands of the wind.
- Oh, I'll write that down.
My manuscripts!
Don't be upset, Jules! The whole world will read your stories now.
- We're losing altitude!
- I see that.
- What happened?
- Wait...
The valve got stuck.
- What do we do?
- Let's get rid of the ballast!
- Are we falling?
- And how!
If we don't get tangled in the trees over there, we're dead!
Dead? What nonsense! I haven't even started living!
Wasted your time then. You need to hurry to live, Jules!
Life is short - here's your evidence!
They're falling!
Go! Go!
Hold on now, Jules!
- Are you alive, monsieur?
- Alive, alive.
Thank you, monsieur!
Jules! Jules!
Open your eyes at last!
Right... Let's check.
Your knee is all right. Well, get up.
- Unscathed!
- Yes, all is well, friend!
Thank you.
- Jules Verne, writer.
- Honorine Morel.
My pleasure, mademoiselle!
Verne... I'll remember that name!
My play was staged in the theater of Alexander Dumas, and I would like to...
Oh?
Have you... ever met Dumas?
Yes, I know him.
My God! You are a happy man!
Oh, Papa, just you listen!
Wait, wait.
We have saved a man who has seen Dumas himself!
- We came from Amiens.
- Amiens, really?
- We are only in Paris for two weeks...
- Don't move!
Attention!
Monsieur!
Splendid!
Still, hurry to live, Jules!
Hurry to do everything you can!
Oh thank God everything ended well!
- It could've ended differently!
- Right.
If you were to pass away in the arms of this beautiful stranger,
how would she have remembered you?
As a man who saw Dumas himself?
I know you, Jules! And I know that you are capable of more!
- Are you writing a play?
- No, a story.
About what?
About a journey on a hot air balloon.
Are there really no other places left worthy of a writer's attention?
I'm not planning to daydream my whole life.
I'll finish the story...
...and descend back to the ground.
Moreover, I even intend to
go deep into the Earth, to its center!
Do you think you'll get paid for this?
Not sure.
It wouldn't hurt to buy something.
I do not need anything.
I personally have everything I need: paper, ink, feathers...
Finally - you, and the whole world!
Look how huge and boundless it is!
I am definitely a rich man!
If so,
buy something from your world for dinner.
Well...
I'll go tell the shopkeeper about your wealth.
Perhaps he might extend our credit.
- Good afternoon, monsieur.
- Good afternoon.
Good afternoon!
An aerostat with temperature control?
How do you know all this?
Are you a physicist? Chemist?
No.
- Your education?
- Law.
That's right, enough of sugar coating for children.
It is high time to replace fairy miracles with the miracles of science.
How old are you?
You are right. Nobody is interested in that, not even yourself.
Thirty-four soon.
Ah, the age of Christ?
But, judging by your blossoming appearance, you will live thrice as long.
So there will be no big trouble if you work on the text a bit more.
Nevertheless... I will publish your book!
Furthermore,
I'm ready to sign a contract for all your future books.
But this manuscript needs to be reworked. So far it is a lecture,
a boring lecture even.
I'm just puzzled how you managed to miss all the amazing opportunities provided by the style you chose?
Not a history of aeronautics,
But a story with aeronauts! That's what needs to be done!
Turn it into a novel!
Do you understand?
The audience wants to be... entertained, not lectured.
Note the title of our journal:
"Education and entertainment".
We must teach and educate through entertainment.
How long do you need to rework the text? A year? Half a year?
I will do it in two weeks.
I know how to work, monsieur.
I wake up at 5am and work till lunch, and my lunch is late in the evening.
- Uh... Do you need money?
- I'd like to...
Basically, money will bring me joy if I receive them for a work completed.
I wish you luck, monsieur Verne!
In May 1865, Jules Verne - the author of four popular books already - started planning out his new novel.
He will name it
"The Children of Captain Grant".
M'lord, the sailors would like to hunt for sharks.
Sharks in these waters? Looks like this is a hammerhead shark.
- You are the ship captain, John!
- Thank you, m'lord.
What happened, Edward?
Let's see.
Here!
- Oh, glad to see you, friend!
- Likewise!
I met our splendid, unparalleled monsieur on the street.
Turns out he'd just arrived in Paris!
Yes, I came from Africa today. Look at my superb tan!
I told him that you've requested a meeting with me.
So I rushed here to hug our good old Jules!
- You're just in time, my friend.
- I always am.
Rumour has it that you, without my permission, based one of your characters on me?
Nothing like that!
In the novel "From Earth to the Moon" there is indeed a character
- named Michelle Ardan, but...
- Don't fool me!
Ardan or Nadar - swapping the syllables did not prevent any Frenchman
from recognising me in that character! I've become more famous than I already was!
Go on.
Nothing horrible! Your friend placed you in a cylindroconical shell,
and then fired it from a giant weapon!
Is it true?
What would the shell and... the barrel of that gun be,
for the shell to reach the Moon?
I've done the theoretical calculations together with professor Henry Garcais.
Well, we can trust Garcais, but did you consider that firing the shell
would crush the passengers from massive pressure change?
I've invented a special depreciation apparatus.
So where am I now?
Revolving around the Moon, my friend!
- As its satellite?
- Exactly.
Genius!
I allow that, and will a thousand times more!
I allow you to further use me at your discretion.
Where else can you find such a memorable figure?
Oh, champagne? Jules, did something happen?
When the messenger brought your note, I thought you were in trouble,
but you are overjoyed!
- Did you have a child?
- You could say so.
Today we will celebrate the birth of a new novel!
I couldn't not come to you! I feel stuffy in my room.
I'm bursting with the grandiosity of the idea!
This is not even a novel, but a series of novels. Maybe even a trilogy.
It will be the best work among the ones I've ever written!
Wait, what will happen to me? Will you bring me back to Earth?
Not now! Please revolve around the Moon for a bit longer.
You have enough food to last for half a year.
So, what will the title of your new novel be?
What should I report to your readers?
The name will come by itself.
Although... report this:
"The Children of Captain Grant".
Who is he, this Captain Grant?
A Scotsman who cannot accept the fact
that England had enslaved Scotland.
Why do you care about Scottish problems?
This is a problem of oppressors and the oppressed!
My heart is always on the side of the latter,
whether it be a Hungarian, Scotsman, Hindu or Bulgarian...
My pen will faithfully serve them.
You have a big heart, Jules.
It is ready to accept anyone's pain.
Will it handle?
Yesterday I received a letter from Parisian students.
It was signed by fifteen thousand students. Here's what they write:
"A talented teacher in every subject" - that's about me.
What do they want?
They ask me to write a geographical novel that would contain both adventures and useful scientific information.
You surely won't try to satisfy every student's request?
Why not?
Happy is the writer who has such readers!
Let's say, the readers shouldn't be any less happy.
So...
History with geography?
Or maybe - an entertaining geography.
Listen to how I've set up the plot. A Scottish ship is hunting for sharks.
The shark is caught, its stomach gets cut open, and a bottle is discovered.
What's in the bottle?
In the bottle...
- A "Clicquot" bottle.
- You know better, dear Major.
Interesting, is there anything inside?
Let's see. Olbinett!
A note!
Edward, careful.
Let me.
Can't make anything out...
Looks like there are three documents here, three copies of the same one,
but written in three languages. This one is English... right...
- French... and...
- German!
- Do you know this language well?
- Yes, m'lord.
Great!
Unfortunately, the paper got badly damaged by seawater,
- it's hard to make the words out.
- If only just the general idea, Edward!
- There are very few surviving words.
- Perhaps they complete each other?
Indeed, the water couldn't have erased the same words in all three documents.
Right, what if we try to connect the bits left from all the notes?
A capital "Gr". Perhaps, we are talking about some Mr. Gr...?
Here's the word "skip" next to it.
Obviously that's "skipper" - a captain?
Of course, we are talking about a shipwrecked captain!
- See, we know something already!
- Good job, gentlemen, good job.
Next, next, Edward!
The German version has "graus". What is this?
This is only a part of the word...
Here are the last two words, they're easy to read!
"Bring them"! "Bring them"...
Let's try to connect it with the word "assistance".
- What do we get?
- We get: "Bring them assistance".
Yes, that's right! "Bring them assistance!"
Bring them assistance. They need help.
- Next, next, Edward!
- Now here in the German version
the word "Glas" has been preserved.
English has "gow" on the same spot.
We get Glasgow. Obviously, this is a ship from the port of Glasgow!
Bravo, John!
Friends, the French version is definitely the most complete out of the three.
- Yes, you are right, m'lord...
- Oh, it even has numbers!
- What does "longi" mean?
- Longitude.
- There really are some numbers.
- This is the latitude!
37 degrees 11 minutes!
Yes, bravo, John! Finally we have at least one exact instruction.
- Hmm, where is the longitude?
- Not all at once, cousin...
Look, the German version has two very important words!
- "Zwei" and "atrosen".
- Or rather, "matrosen".
Obviously, it's about a captain and two sailors!
"Austral"... South...
Therefore, the crash happened in the Southern Hemisphere.
Let's see if there's a country indicator somewhere...
Pay attention to the word "agoni".
Patagonia maybe?
Patagonia?
Quite right!
The 37th parallel passes through Patagonia and then across the Atlantic Ocean!
Good...
Let's continue with our guesses, gentlemen.
Two sailors and the captain have reached... what?
"Contant". Continin... contant...
Continent... Mainland!
Mainland... Please note, friends,
precisely the continent, not an island!
What is their fate then?..
- They are... "prisonniers".
- Prisoners!
Whose prisoners?
- "Cruel Indien"... of the cruel Indians!
- Oh my God!
- Is that convincing enough for you?
- Of course.
I think I know the name of the captain.
The French version of the note has the word "ant" saved.
It matches with the letters "Gr" in the English version.
- So the captain's name was...
- Grant?
Grant!
Grant...
Isn't he that brave Scotsman
who wanted to establish a new Scotland somewhere in the Pacific Ocean?
An independent Scotland!
Free from the English rule.
Yes... I think you are right.
It's that Grant.
Here: "On May 30th, Peru, Callao - Glasgow, Britannia, Grant".
So, in 1859,
he left Glasgow on a three-mast ship "Britannia",
and since then nothing is known about him.
There is no doubt then! It's him!
So, do we know everything?
Almost everything.
I will try to restore the text of the note.
So...
"On the 7th of June, 1860,
a three-mast vessel "Britannia"
from the port of Glasgow
has sunk on the coast of Patagonia in the Southern Hemisphere.
Two sailors and Captain Grant
will try to reach the shore, where they will be captured
by the cruel Indians.
This document was thrown at..."
Still unknown...
"... longitude and 37 degrees 11 minutes latitude".
Great, Edward!
Bring them assistance,
otherwise death awaits them".
If these unfortunate people get to see their homeland again,
- it will happen with our help!
- They will see their homeland!
This document is so clear and reliable
that England just cannot abandon her three sons
who got thrown on a lonely shore.
"Ask Lord Glenarvan, ship "Duncan".
We would like to see Lord Glenarvan.
He's not on board, miss.
The lord is not on the ship.
Would you like me to take you to Lady Glenarvan?
- No, we need Lord Glenarvan himself!
- Excuse my brother, sir.
He is tired. We came from afar.
Perhaps... can we wait for the Lord here on the ship?
It's a great honor for me, lady!
The captain of this ship, John Mangles, at your service!
Mary Grant, this is my brother Robert.
- Mary Grant?
- Yes.
- Are you Captain Grant's daughter?
- Yes, sir.
- Mary Grant?
- Let me introduce you, miss.
- Lady Glenarvan.
- Please.
- Please.
Lady!
Mary Grant.
Your husband placed a note in The Times.
I beg you to tell us anything you know about the Britannia crash.
Is our father alive?
My girl, I do not want to give you faint hopes...
Tell us, Lady, tell us! I know how to handle grief.
But... it might happen so that you will see your father soon.
Please.
You can picture our joy,
when we finally managed to restore the text of these notes.
They were written in three languages: English, French and German.
Unfortunately, water has spared only a few words...
Where is the document, Lady?
I would like to see my father's handwriting.
Lord Glenarvan took the note to the Admiralty.
He's hoping to get a rescue ship to search for Captain Grant.
Is it possible?
May God bless you and your husband!
Anyone would've done the same in our position.
If only the hope I gave you would be justified!
- These people have no hearts!
- They refused?
They claimed that the document is dark, incomprehensible,
that the crash happened 4 years ago and there is little chance of finding them.
Tried assuring me that they were captured by the Indians and taken deep into the country,
and "oh you can't search through the entire Patagonia just for three people" - three Scotsmen!
The search will kill more people than it will rescue, in short...
In short, they were looking for excuses since they already decided to decline.
They remember the Captain's projects about Scottish independence.
And now the unfortunate Grant is definitely done for!
Mary! Mary!
Edward, Miss Mary and her brother Robert - the children of Captain Grant.
It's them who the Admiralty lords have just sentenced to orphanhood.
- Miss Mary!
- Dear Miss, if only I knew that you...
John!
We will go to these gentlemen ourselves!
No, Robert, no.
Let's thank the dear hosts for everything they've done for us.
We will never forget it!
Let's leave.
- What are you going to do?
- I'll throw myself at the queen's feet!
Let's see if she remains deaf to the pleas of children
begging her to save their father.
You won't get to the queen.
Mary Grant!
Listen to me!
Edward!
By throwing this letter into the sea, Captain Grant
had entrusted his fate to the one who finds it.
The letter came to us.
- What do you want to say?
- I...
I want to say that...
To start a married life with a good deed is a great blessing!
You, Edward,
planned this entertaining trip to make me happy.
But, could there be bigger joy,
could we be a of bigger use saving the unfortunates
who were abandoned by their own homeland?
Yes, you understand me, Edward!
"Duncan" is a good and reliable ship. Isn't that right, Captain Mangles?
Of course, Lady!
A sailor could only dream of such a ship!
Therefore, "Duncan" can safely sail to the Southern seas?
Anywhere! To the world's end or even around it!
Then let's go, friends!
We'll sail to search for Captain Grant!
On July 26th, 1864,
"Duncan" has left Scotland
and sailed in search for Captain Grant.
Robert!
Good morning, Miss!
Good morning, Captain!
Do not worry about the boy! He's here somewhere.
I just saw him on deck!
Hello!
Robert, come back!
Captain, order him!
This boy is laughing in the face of seasickness!
I promise you,
that soon we will present Captain Grant to a dashing young man!
May heavens hear you, Captain!
Let's hope, Miss Mary!
Robert, be careful!
- Good morning!
- Good morning, m'lord!
I hope we will find this respected captain.
We have the fastest ship and the best crew in the world!
Do you like "Duncan", Miss Mary?
Yes.
I think its speed is 15 knots.
Right, add two more and you won't be wrong.
Looks like you know the sea business well, Miss Mary?
In that case, Captain John will make a good friend for you.
He places the marine profession above anything else in the world.
I've been on father's ships since childhood.
And now, if necessary,
- I can take over the reefs!
- Did you hear that, John?
Your crew has gained another good sailor!
Two sailors, m'lord!
I'll make a great cabin boy out of him, or my name is not John Mangles!
Olbinett!
How did you sleep, Olbinett?
You look paler today than usual.
I did not sleep at all, m'lord! That blasted rocking!
Have mercy! The sea is smooth today, like a satin sheet!
My God! Where is it disappearing to everytime?
- What?
- The floor, m'lord!
That's not the floor, it's a deck. What will happen to you when the wind gets bolder?
Better not think about that at all!
Then you will lose your faithful servant.
We will miss you terribly, Olbinett!
They say that the deceased...
are l-lowered directly into the sea,
and...
get a cannonball... tied to their feet.
Exactly, Olbinett! So try to preserve your priceless life for our sake
and take care of breakfast.
And we will show Miss Mary around the ship.
No matter what happens, m'lord, you can always count to have breakfast on time!
That's the real talk, Olbinett!
Major, are you coming with us?
If you order to.
Leave him, Edward. When the Major is in the smoke, he's lost to us.
You see, Miss Mary,
our Major will not let a cigar out of his mouth even in his sleep.
Not bad...
Something is missing, however!
I still do not understand what.
Right!
- There is not enough Dr. Cloughbone!
- Who?
Or, let's say... professor Lindenbrock
from "The Journey to the Center of the Earth".
You see...
In your every novel, dear Jules,
there's always a scientist present, to popularise science, so to say,
who explains quite a lot in the course of the plot.
But this is a novel for the young, and I'd like to avoid boring explanations.
Why boring?
You, like no other, know how to make something useful fun and interesting.
By the way, characters of scientific type are the ones you write the best.
So, you want a scientist to appear in the story?
I insist on it!
You've entered the literature world with novels of a new genre.
You have made science your muse.
Science that gave humanity its power!
And helped it unravel the secrets of nature.
I advise you against going off this path.
His name will be... uh...
- Jacques Eliassen Francois Marie Paganel.
- Who?
The scientist you wanted to see aboard "Duncan".
To be honest, I wanted to save him for another idea, but.. you're right!
Very well, Jules! Excellent!
- So you'll rewrite the beginning?
- Is the current one not good anymore?
- But it doesn't have that... your...
- Paganel?
- Yes, Paganel. Paganel.
Damn it! I love him already!
Then it's time for him to appear!
But how will he appear aboard "Duncan"?
There's water everywhere.
Will he fall from the sky?
From the sky precisely! Very good!
My Paganel is an extravagant figure, so his introduction must be unusual.
Let him appear... out of nowhere! From a cloud!
Steward?
Are you the steward of this ship?
- Yes, sir.
- And I'm the passenger from cabin no.6.
Cabin no.6?
What is your name?
- Olbinett, sir, but...
- So, my friend Olbinett,
it's time to think about... about breakfast! Without any delay!
Uh... It's been 36 hours since I last ate,
or rather... I've slept for 36 hours, which is forgivable for a passenger
who rushed to Glasgow straight from Paris with no stops.
Tell me, please, at what time do you serve breakfast?
At nine.
Wait...
One moment... Where was it...
Not even eight o'clock. Then, my friend Olbinett,
please bring me some biscuits and a glass of cherry.
Where's the captain?
He hasn't gotten up yet, right?
And... the captain's assistant?
Asleep too?
Well, fortunately the weather is good, the ship sails by itself!
Er... sir, here's the captain!
I'm very, very glad to meet you!
Let me shake your hand! I didn't do it three days ago
only because one mustn't disturb anyone during departure.
But today I'm very happy to meet you!
Well, we've acquainted and have now become old friends!
Let's... chat a little!
Tell me, are you satisfied with your "Scotland"?
Excuse me, what "Scotland" are you talking about?
Well, the "Scotland" we're on board of!
It's a beautiful ship!
It's been praised to me for its qualities and for the virtues of its commander,
Captain Burton. By the way...
By the way, are you a relative of the famous African adventurer Burton?
In that case, accept my congratulations!
Sir, not only am I not the adventurer Burton's relative,
I'm not even Captain Burton.
So I'm talking to his assistant then, Mr. Bardness?
Mr. Bardness?
Oh! Passengers! Passengers! Wonderful! Wonderful!
Eh... mademoiselle! Madame!
Monsieur, I am extremely pleased to see...
- Lord Glenarvan.
- Oh, m'lord!
Apologies that I'm introducing my own self to you,
but in the sea, it seems to me,
we can somewhat ease down on social etiquette.
I hope our journey in the company of these beautiful ladies
will seem to us short and pleasant!
Sir, with whom do I have the honour of speaking?
Oh! Jacques Eliassen Francois Marie Paganel,
secretary of the Paris Geographic Society.
A corresponding member of geographical societies in Berlin, Bombay,
Darmstadt, Leipzig, London, Petersburg, Vienna, New York.
And also an honorary member of the Royal Geographical and Ethnographic
Institute of East India.
Gentlemen! Before yourselves you see a man
who studied geography for 20 years without ever leaving his office,
and after finally deciding to study it on practice,
- he is now going to India...
- India?
...to tie together the works of great travelers!
Monsieur Olbinett!
- Monsieur Paganel!
- Yes?
Let me ask you one question.
Even twenty, m'lord! Talking to you is nothing but pleasure for me!
You went on board this ship in the evening three days ago?
Yes, m'lord, at 8 o'clock in the evening.
I dashed into a cab straight from the train, from the cab - aboard "Scotland".
I've booked cabin no.6 - thank you! - back in Paris.
It was dark on deck, I didn't see anyone.
I was exhausted and knew
that in order to avoid seasickness you should lie down
and do not get up in the first days of the journey.
Believe me, I went to bed and graciously slept for 36 hours!
I see! We were all at the church then.
So, monsieur Paganel... Are you going to Calcutta?
Yes, m'lord. All my life I dreamt of visiting India, and finally
my dream will come true! I will see the homeland of
- elephants!
- So, you would only care to visit
this country, and nothing else?
Not only care, but I'd rather say it'd be unpleasant, m'lord,
because I have recommendation... how do yo-
Uh, letters of recommendation to the Lord Sommerset, Governor-General of India.
Also I have a mission entrusted to me by the Geographical Society.
- You have a mission?
- My dream is to achieve something
that no other traveler did:
To study the flow of the Tsangpo River,
which runs from the north around the Himalayan Mountains.
Does it merge in the region of Assam with the Brahmaputra River?
And the traveler,
who will be able to cover this issue first,
will be guaranteed a gold medal!
Mr. Paganel, this is undoubtedly a wonderful journey,
and science will be grateful to you for it,
but I cannot keep you in the dark for much longer.
The thing is that in the nearest future
you will have to give up the pleasure of visiting India.
Give up?
Why?
Because you are sailing in the completely opposite direction to the Hindustan peninsula.
Is this a joke?
- Captain Burton!
- I'm not Captain Burton.
- Yes, sorry, Mr. Bardness!
- I'm not Bardness.
- I hope that "Scotland"...
- This ship is not "Scotland".
What do you think it's called then?
It's called...
"Duncan"!
My dear, please tell me the name of your...
This is the height of absent-mindedness, I think.
To sail to America while aiming for India!
I've heard about him, you know!
And there's nothing surprising here!
Jacques Paganel is an outstanding scientist,
but he's even more famous for his misfortunes.
Once he issued an excellent map of Australia,
where he managed to squeeze Japan in!
What are we going to do with the poor fellow?
Surely we've not dragging him to Patagonia with us?
Why not?
Should we be responsible for his absent-mindedness?
If he was to take the wrong train, he would've been unable to turn it back.
Of course not, but he could leave at the nearest stop.
He can do it in the first harbour we will stop at.
- Mr. Paganel!
- Yes?
What are you looking for?
I... got lost on this "Duncan" of yours!
Wait, I'll help you!
Yes, please do! I want to come back to you!
- Let me guide you, sir.
- Yes, yes, thank you!
What will we do with this poor Paganel?
This could've happened only to me!
But breakfast should not suffer because of it!
Sorry, Mr. Paganel, but you took the captain's seat.
Sorry, sorry!
It is still a great adventure!
I'll have to make peace with it after all.
What to do!
What about my cabin
booked on "Scotland"? My baggage? And... my clothes?
You'll have to forget about "Scotland".
So, where is your "Duncan" sailing to?
To America, Mr. Paganel.
- To America?
- Yes.
- But to where exactly?
- Concepcion.
To Chilie? Chilie?
How will I ever appear at the Geographical Society meeting after this?
Do not despair, Mr. Paganel,
soon we will stop at the Madeira Island,
and from there you will move to another ship,
which will take you back to Europe.
- Oh! Thank you, Mr. Paganel!
- But it seems to me that...
"Duncan" is...
- It's a pleasure boat?
- Yes, sir.
And it belongs to Lord Glenarvan.
Who is asking you to enjoy his hospitality with no shame.
I am... infinitely grateful, m'lord,
but... let me express my rather simple idea.
India is a beautiful country!
It is full of surprises for travelers!
You have probably never been there?
And since you have a pleasure journey,
then you can steer the wheel just slightly,
and "Duncan" will go straight to Calcutta!
Mr. Paganel, if it was a pleasure trip,
I would not have hesitated to say:
"Let's all go to India together",
and I think that Lord Glenarvan would not have objected.
But the thing is, our "Duncan" is sailing to America
to search for Captain Grant,
whose ship sank on the coast of Patagonia.
All right, Captain Grant... I've read something about him...
In the French newspapers.
Is it about a note found in a bottle?
Yes.
- So, Miss Grant...
- Miss Grant and her brother Robert
are the children of this brave captain.
Let me... express my hope that your initiative
will see a successful outcome!
Thank you, Mr. Paganel!
I do not stop pleading God to find my father alive.
Then we will find him!
I am in absolute awe of your initiative!
Let your yacht continue its journey!
I would not forgive myself for delaying it even for a day!
Mr. Paganel, would you like to
join our expedition?
With pleasure, Madame, but...
I need to fulfill the mission given to me...
I'll have to get off at the first stop!
So, the Canary Islands then?
The Canary Islands it is!
Well, Mr. Paganel,
I'm glad to have you as a guest at my yacht for a few days!
I got lucky to mistake my ship so nicely!
Where is this document?
I would like to see it!
Peak of Tenerife.
M'lord, I'll speak frankly with you.
Tell me, were you planning to make a stop
at the Canary Islands before my appearance?
- No.
- Well, why go there then?
The Canary Islands are too well-known. All's been written about them...
All has been said...
It's hard to discover anything new there, and entertainment is not much.
Well, as for entertainment, everything is interesting to a geographer.
To be able to see is a science!
But to discover something there after the great Humboldt is impossible!
He climbed to the very top...
of the peak of Tenerife. There was not even a place to sit down!
Question: what is there for Paganel to do
after such a great scientist, eh?
What are you going to do, Mr. Paganel?
Where were you planning to make your next stop?
In Concepcion.
In Chile?
Ah, damn it! That... estranges me from India quite a bit.
That's nothing! As soon as we leave South America
- you will start approaching India again.
- I know that all right...
Well, does it matter where you will end up? In Ost- or West India?
Oh, m'lord! I haven't thought of this argument before.
Mr. Paganel, why won't you go with us?
But, m'lady, what about my mission?
Monsieur Paganel, I warn you: we will pass the Straits of Magellan!
Sir, you are a tempter!
And then, you must consider
that France and Scotland could share the honour of participating in this expedition!
- A geographer would be useful for our expedition!
- That's right, Robert!
Besides, what can be more beautiful than making science serve people?
This is well said!
And then you, just like us, should rely on chance,
or rather, on Providence. It gave us this letter,
and we went on this journey. It also led you to "Duncan".
So do not leave us, monsieur Paganel!
Uh... ladies and gentlemen, do you know what I think?
Er... You want me to stay.
Oh, don't be sly, Paganel! You yourself want it so badly!
Very badly!
But I was too shy to admit it!
Ah, "mares". So, "mares" is "sea" in Spanish.
Olbinett!
What do you want, sir?
I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand you.
It's very noisy here, sir...
I wanted to tell you that you are a very good man, Olbinett!
Stop!
The Equator!
The Equator?
- Monsieur Paganel!
- Yes?
- We're congratulating you!
- With what?
Well! With a very significant event!
And why did the cannon shoot? What is happening?
- You're about to find out!
- Oh! The Equator!
Gentlemen! The glasses, glasses!
Take my glasses!
Farewell, Paganel!
You think it's funny? Grab him!
Starring:
Vladimir Smirnov
Jules Verne
Lembit Ulfsak
Jacques Paganel
Nikolay Yeryomenko
Lord Glenarvan
Tamara Akulova
Lady Glenarvan
Vladimir Gostyukhin
Major McNabbs
Oleg Shtefanko
John Mangles
Ruslan Kurashov
Robert Grant
Galina Strutinskaya
Mary Grant
Anatoly Rudakov
Olbinett
Around the Globe with Jules Verne
Episode One
Around the Globe with Jules Verne
A man has conquered three elements: earth, fire and water.
Now the fourth elements remains: air!
For this we need apparatus heavier than air.
- A hot air balloon is just a toy in the hands of the wind.
- Oh, I'll write that down.
My manuscripts!
Don't be upset, Jules! The whole world will read your stories now.
- We're losing altitude!
- I see that.
- What happened?
- Wait...
The valve got stuck.
- What do we do?
- Let's get rid of the ballast!
- Are we falling?
- And how!
If we don't get tangled in the trees over there, we're dead!
Dead? What nonsense! I haven't even started living!
Wasted your time then. You need to hurry to live, Jules!
Life is short - here's your evidence!
They're falling!
Go! Go!
Hold on now, Jules!
- Are you alive, monsieur?
- Alive, alive.
Thank you, monsieur!
Jules! Jules!
Open your eyes at last!
Right... Let's check.
Your knee is all right. Well, get up.
- Unscathed!
- Yes, all is well, friend!
Thank you.
- Jules Verne, writer.
- Honorine Morel.
My pleasure, mademoiselle!
Verne... I'll remember that name!
My play was staged in the theater of Alexander Dumas, and I would like to...
Oh?
Have you... ever met Dumas?
Yes, I know him.
My God! You are a happy man!
Oh, Papa, just you listen!
Wait, wait.
We have saved a man who has seen Dumas himself!
- We came from Amiens.
- Amiens, really?
- We are only in Paris for two weeks...
- Don't move!
Attention!
Monsieur!
Splendid!
Still, hurry to live, Jules!
Hurry to do everything you can!
Oh thank God everything ended well!
- It could've ended differently!
- Right.
If you were to pass away in the arms of this beautiful stranger,
how would she have remembered you?
As a man who saw Dumas himself?
I know you, Jules! And I know that you are capable of more!
- Are you writing a play?
- No, a story.
About what?
About a journey on a hot air balloon.
Are there really no other places left worthy of a writer's attention?
I'm not planning to daydream my whole life.
I'll finish the story...
...and descend back to the ground.
Moreover, I even intend to
go deep into the Earth, to its center!
Do you think you'll get paid for this?
Not sure.
It wouldn't hurt to buy something.
I do not need anything.
I personally have everything I need: paper, ink, feathers...
Finally - you, and the whole world!
Look how huge and boundless it is!
I am definitely a rich man!
If so,
buy something from your world for dinner.
Well...
I'll go tell the shopkeeper about your wealth.
Perhaps he might extend our credit.
- Good afternoon, monsieur.
- Good afternoon.
Good afternoon!
An aerostat with temperature control?
How do you know all this?
Are you a physicist? Chemist?
No.
- Your education?
- Law.
That's right, enough of sugar coating for children.
It is high time to replace fairy miracles with the miracles of science.
How old are you?
You are right. Nobody is interested in that, not even yourself.
Thirty-four soon.
Ah, the age of Christ?
But, judging by your blossoming appearance, you will live thrice as long.
So there will be no big trouble if you work on the text a bit more.
Nevertheless... I will publish your book!
Furthermore,
I'm ready to sign a contract for all your future books.
But this manuscript needs to be reworked. So far it is a lecture,
a boring lecture even.
I'm just puzzled how you managed to miss all the amazing opportunities provided by the style you chose?
Not a history of aeronautics,
But a story with aeronauts! That's what needs to be done!
Turn it into a novel!
Do you understand?
The audience wants to be... entertained, not lectured.
Note the title of our journal:
"Education and entertainment".
We must teach and educate through entertainment.
How long do you need to rework the text? A year? Half a year?
I will do it in two weeks.
I know how to work, monsieur.
I wake up at 5am and work till lunch, and my lunch is late in the evening.
- Uh... Do you need money?
- I'd like to...
Basically, money will bring me joy if I receive them for a work completed.
I wish you luck, monsieur Verne!
In May 1865, Jules Verne - the author of four popular books already - started planning out his new novel.
He will name it
"The Children of Captain Grant".
M'lord, the sailors would like to hunt for sharks.
Sharks in these waters? Looks like this is a hammerhead shark.
- You are the ship captain, John!
- Thank you, m'lord.
What happened, Edward?
Let's see.
Here!
- Oh, glad to see you, friend!
- Likewise!
I met our splendid, unparalleled monsieur on the street.
Turns out he'd just arrived in Paris!
Yes, I came from Africa today. Look at my superb tan!
I told him that you've requested a meeting with me.
So I rushed here to hug our good old Jules!
- You're just in time, my friend.
- I always am.
Rumour has it that you, without my permission, based one of your characters on me?
Nothing like that!
In the novel "From Earth to the Moon" there is indeed a character
- named Michelle Ardan, but...
- Don't fool me!
Ardan or Nadar - swapping the syllables did not prevent any Frenchman
from recognising me in that character! I've become more famous than I already was!
Go on.
Nothing horrible! Your friend placed you in a cylindroconical shell,
and then fired it from a giant weapon!
Is it true?
What would the shell and... the barrel of that gun be,
for the shell to reach the Moon?
I've done the theoretical calculations together with professor Henry Garcais.
Well, we can trust Garcais, but did you consider that firing the shell
would crush the passengers from massive pressure change?
I've invented a special depreciation apparatus.
So where am I now?
Revolving around the Moon, my friend!
- As its satellite?
- Exactly.
Genius!
I allow that, and will a thousand times more!
I allow you to further use me at your discretion.
Where else can you find such a memorable figure?
Oh, champagne? Jules, did something happen?
When the messenger brought your note, I thought you were in trouble,
but you are overjoyed!
- Did you have a child?
- You could say so.
Today we will celebrate the birth of a new novel!
I couldn't not come to you! I feel stuffy in my room.
I'm bursting with the grandiosity of the idea!
This is not even a novel, but a series of novels. Maybe even a trilogy.
It will be the best work among the ones I've ever written!
Wait, what will happen to me? Will you bring me back to Earth?
Not now! Please revolve around the Moon for a bit longer.
You have enough food to last for half a year.
So, what will the title of your new novel be?
What should I report to your readers?
The name will come by itself.
Although... report this:
"The Children of Captain Grant".
Who is he, this Captain Grant?
A Scotsman who cannot accept the fact
that England had enslaved Scotland.
Why do you care about Scottish problems?
This is a problem of oppressors and the oppressed!
My heart is always on the side of the latter,
whether it be a Hungarian, Scotsman, Hindu or Bulgarian...
My pen will faithfully serve them.
You have a big heart, Jules.
It is ready to accept anyone's pain.
Will it handle?
Yesterday I received a letter from Parisian students.
It was signed by fifteen thousand students. Here's what they write:
"A talented teacher in every subject" - that's about me.
What do they want?
They ask me to write a geographical novel that would contain both adventures and useful scientific information.
You surely won't try to satisfy every student's request?
Why not?
Happy is the writer who has such readers!
Let's say, the readers shouldn't be any less happy.
So...
History with geography?
Or maybe - an entertaining geography.
Listen to how I've set up the plot. A Scottish ship is hunting for sharks.
The shark is caught, its stomach gets cut open, and a bottle is discovered.
What's in the bottle?
In the bottle...
- A "Clicquot" bottle.
- You know better, dear Major.
Interesting, is there anything inside?
Let's see. Olbinett!
A note!
Edward, careful.
Let me.
Can't make anything out...
Looks like there are three documents here, three copies of the same one,
but written in three languages. This one is English... right...
- French... and...
- German!
- Do you know this language well?
- Yes, m'lord.
Great!
Unfortunately, the paper got badly damaged by seawater,
- it's hard to make the words out.
- If only just the general idea, Edward!
- There are very few surviving words.
- Perhaps they complete each other?
Indeed, the water couldn't have erased the same words in all three documents.
Right, what if we try to connect the bits left from all the notes?
A capital "Gr". Perhaps, we are talking about some Mr. Gr...?
Here's the word "skip" next to it.
Obviously that's "skipper" - a captain?
Of course, we are talking about a shipwrecked captain!
- See, we know something already!
- Good job, gentlemen, good job.
Next, next, Edward!
The German version has "graus". What is this?
This is only a part of the word...
Here are the last two words, they're easy to read!
"Bring them"! "Bring them"...
Let's try to connect it with the word "assistance".
- What do we get?
- We get: "Bring them assistance".
Yes, that's right! "Bring them assistance!"
Bring them assistance. They need help.
- Next, next, Edward!
- Now here in the German version
the word "Glas" has been preserved.
English has "gow" on the same spot.
We get Glasgow. Obviously, this is a ship from the port of Glasgow!
Bravo, John!
Friends, the French version is definitely the most complete out of the three.
- Yes, you are right, m'lord...
- Oh, it even has numbers!
- What does "longi" mean?
- Longitude.
- There really are some numbers.
- This is the latitude!
37 degrees 11 minutes!
Yes, bravo, John! Finally we have at least one exact instruction.
- Hmm, where is the longitude?
- Not all at once, cousin...
Look, the German version has two very important words!
- "Zwei" and "atrosen".
- Or rather, "matrosen".
Obviously, it's about a captain and two sailors!
"Austral"... South...
Therefore, the crash happened in the Southern Hemisphere.
Let's see if there's a country indicator somewhere...
Pay attention to the word "agoni".
Patagonia maybe?
Patagonia?
Quite right!
The 37th parallel passes through Patagonia and then across the Atlantic Ocean!
Good...
Let's continue with our guesses, gentlemen.
Two sailors and the captain have reached... what?
"Contant". Continin... contant...
Continent... Mainland!
Mainland... Please note, friends,
precisely the continent, not an island!
What is their fate then?..
- They are... "prisonniers".
- Prisoners!
Whose prisoners?
- "Cruel Indien"... of the cruel Indians!
- Oh my God!
- Is that convincing enough for you?
- Of course.
I think I know the name of the captain.
The French version of the note has the word "ant" saved.
It matches with the letters "Gr" in the English version.
- So the captain's name was...
- Grant?
Grant!
Grant...
Isn't he that brave Scotsman
who wanted to establish a new Scotland somewhere in the Pacific Ocean?
An independent Scotland!
Free from the English rule.
Yes... I think you are right.
It's that Grant.
Here: "On May 30th, Peru, Callao - Glasgow, Britannia, Grant".
So, in 1859,
he left Glasgow on a three-mast ship "Britannia",
and since then nothing is known about him.
There is no doubt then! It's him!
So, do we know everything?
Almost everything.
I will try to restore the text of the note.
So...
"On the 7th of June, 1860,
a three-mast vessel "Britannia"
from the port of Glasgow
has sunk on the coast of Patagonia in the Southern Hemisphere.
Two sailors and Captain Grant
will try to reach the shore, where they will be captured
by the cruel Indians.
This document was thrown at..."
Still unknown...
"... longitude and 37 degrees 11 minutes latitude".
Great, Edward!
Bring them assistance,
otherwise death awaits them".
If these unfortunate people get to see their homeland again,
- it will happen with our help!
- They will see their homeland!
This document is so clear and reliable
that England just cannot abandon her three sons
who got thrown on a lonely shore.
"Ask Lord Glenarvan, ship "Duncan".
We would like to see Lord Glenarvan.
He's not on board, miss.
The lord is not on the ship.
Would you like me to take you to Lady Glenarvan?
- No, we need Lord Glenarvan himself!
- Excuse my brother, sir.
He is tired. We came from afar.
Perhaps... can we wait for the Lord here on the ship?
It's a great honor for me, lady!
The captain of this ship, John Mangles, at your service!
Mary Grant, this is my brother Robert.
- Mary Grant?
- Yes.
- Are you Captain Grant's daughter?
- Yes, sir.
- Mary Grant?
- Let me introduce you, miss.
- Lady Glenarvan.
- Please.
- Please.
Lady!
Mary Grant.
Your husband placed a note in The Times.
I beg you to tell us anything you know about the Britannia crash.
Is our father alive?
My girl, I do not want to give you faint hopes...
Tell us, Lady, tell us! I know how to handle grief.
But... it might happen so that you will see your father soon.
Please.
You can picture our joy,
when we finally managed to restore the text of these notes.
They were written in three languages: English, French and German.
Unfortunately, water has spared only a few words...
Where is the document, Lady?
I would like to see my father's handwriting.
Lord Glenarvan took the note to the Admiralty.
He's hoping to get a rescue ship to search for Captain Grant.
Is it possible?
May God bless you and your husband!
Anyone would've done the same in our position.
If only the hope I gave you would be justified!
- These people have no hearts!
- They refused?
They claimed that the document is dark, incomprehensible,
that the crash happened 4 years ago and there is little chance of finding them.
Tried assuring me that they were captured by the Indians and taken deep into the country,
and "oh you can't search through the entire Patagonia just for three people" - three Scotsmen!
The search will kill more people than it will rescue, in short...
In short, they were looking for excuses since they already decided to decline.
They remember the Captain's projects about Scottish independence.
And now the unfortunate Grant is definitely done for!
Mary! Mary!
Edward, Miss Mary and her brother Robert - the children of Captain Grant.
It's them who the Admiralty lords have just sentenced to orphanhood.
- Miss Mary!
- Dear Miss, if only I knew that you...
John!
We will go to these gentlemen ourselves!
No, Robert, no.
Let's thank the dear hosts for everything they've done for us.
We will never forget it!
Let's leave.
- What are you going to do?
- I'll throw myself at the queen's feet!
Let's see if she remains deaf to the pleas of children
begging her to save their father.
You won't get to the queen.
Mary Grant!
Listen to me!
Edward!
By throwing this letter into the sea, Captain Grant
had entrusted his fate to the one who finds it.
The letter came to us.
- What do you want to say?
- I...
I want to say that...
To start a married life with a good deed is a great blessing!
You, Edward,
planned this entertaining trip to make me happy.
But, could there be bigger joy,
could we be a of bigger use saving the unfortunates
who were abandoned by their own homeland?
Yes, you understand me, Edward!
"Duncan" is a good and reliable ship. Isn't that right, Captain Mangles?
Of course, Lady!
A sailor could only dream of such a ship!
Therefore, "Duncan" can safely sail to the Southern seas?
Anywhere! To the world's end or even around it!
Then let's go, friends!
We'll sail to search for Captain Grant!
On July 26th, 1864,
"Duncan" has left Scotland
and sailed in search for Captain Grant.
Robert!
Good morning, Miss!
Good morning, Captain!
Do not worry about the boy! He's here somewhere.
I just saw him on deck!
Hello!
Robert, come back!
Captain, order him!
This boy is laughing in the face of seasickness!
I promise you,
that soon we will present Captain Grant to a dashing young man!
May heavens hear you, Captain!
Let's hope, Miss Mary!
Robert, be careful!
- Good morning!
- Good morning, m'lord!
I hope we will find this respected captain.
We have the fastest ship and the best crew in the world!
Do you like "Duncan", Miss Mary?
Yes.
I think its speed is 15 knots.
Right, add two more and you won't be wrong.
Looks like you know the sea business well, Miss Mary?
In that case, Captain John will make a good friend for you.
He places the marine profession above anything else in the world.
I've been on father's ships since childhood.
And now, if necessary,
- I can take over the reefs!
- Did you hear that, John?
Your crew has gained another good sailor!
Two sailors, m'lord!
I'll make a great cabin boy out of him, or my name is not John Mangles!
Olbinett!
How did you sleep, Olbinett?
You look paler today than usual.
I did not sleep at all, m'lord! That blasted rocking!
Have mercy! The sea is smooth today, like a satin sheet!
My God! Where is it disappearing to everytime?
- What?
- The floor, m'lord!
That's not the floor, it's a deck. What will happen to you when the wind gets bolder?
Better not think about that at all!
Then you will lose your faithful servant.
We will miss you terribly, Olbinett!
They say that the deceased...
are l-lowered directly into the sea,
and...
get a cannonball... tied to their feet.
Exactly, Olbinett! So try to preserve your priceless life for our sake
and take care of breakfast.
And we will show Miss Mary around the ship.
No matter what happens, m'lord, you can always count to have breakfast on time!
That's the real talk, Olbinett!
Major, are you coming with us?
If you order to.
Leave him, Edward. When the Major is in the smoke, he's lost to us.
You see, Miss Mary,
our Major will not let a cigar out of his mouth even in his sleep.
Not bad...
Something is missing, however!
I still do not understand what.
Right!
- There is not enough Dr. Cloughbone!
- Who?
Or, let's say... professor Lindenbrock
from "The Journey to the Center of the Earth".
You see...
In your every novel, dear Jules,
there's always a scientist present, to popularise science, so to say,
who explains quite a lot in the course of the plot.
But this is a novel for the young, and I'd like to avoid boring explanations.
Why boring?
You, like no other, know how to make something useful fun and interesting.
By the way, characters of scientific type are the ones you write the best.
So, you want a scientist to appear in the story?
I insist on it!
You've entered the literature world with novels of a new genre.
You have made science your muse.
Science that gave humanity its power!
And helped it unravel the secrets of nature.
I advise you against going off this path.
His name will be... uh...
- Jacques Eliassen Francois Marie Paganel.
- Who?
The scientist you wanted to see aboard "Duncan".
To be honest, I wanted to save him for another idea, but.. you're right!
Very well, Jules! Excellent!
- So you'll rewrite the beginning?
- Is the current one not good anymore?
- But it doesn't have that... your...
- Paganel?
- Yes, Paganel. Paganel.
Damn it! I love him already!
Then it's time for him to appear!
But how will he appear aboard "Duncan"?
There's water everywhere.
Will he fall from the sky?
From the sky precisely! Very good!
My Paganel is an extravagant figure, so his introduction must be unusual.
Let him appear... out of nowhere! From a cloud!
Steward?
Are you the steward of this ship?
- Yes, sir.
- And I'm the passenger from cabin no.6.
Cabin no.6?
What is your name?
- Olbinett, sir, but...
- So, my friend Olbinett,
it's time to think about... about breakfast! Without any delay!
Uh... It's been 36 hours since I last ate,
or rather... I've slept for 36 hours, which is forgivable for a passenger
who rushed to Glasgow straight from Paris with no stops.
Tell me, please, at what time do you serve breakfast?
At nine.
Wait...
One moment... Where was it...
Not even eight o'clock. Then, my friend Olbinett,
please bring me some biscuits and a glass of cherry.
Where's the captain?
He hasn't gotten up yet, right?
And... the captain's assistant?
Asleep too?
Well, fortunately the weather is good, the ship sails by itself!
Er... sir, here's the captain!
I'm very, very glad to meet you!
Let me shake your hand! I didn't do it three days ago
only because one mustn't disturb anyone during departure.
But today I'm very happy to meet you!
Well, we've acquainted and have now become old friends!
Let's... chat a little!
Tell me, are you satisfied with your "Scotland"?
Excuse me, what "Scotland" are you talking about?
Well, the "Scotland" we're on board of!
It's a beautiful ship!
It's been praised to me for its qualities and for the virtues of its commander,
Captain Burton. By the way...
By the way, are you a relative of the famous African adventurer Burton?
In that case, accept my congratulations!
Sir, not only am I not the adventurer Burton's relative,
I'm not even Captain Burton.
So I'm talking to his assistant then, Mr. Bardness?
Mr. Bardness?
Oh! Passengers! Passengers! Wonderful! Wonderful!
Eh... mademoiselle! Madame!
Monsieur, I am extremely pleased to see...
- Lord Glenarvan.
- Oh, m'lord!
Apologies that I'm introducing my own self to you,
but in the sea, it seems to me,
we can somewhat ease down on social etiquette.
I hope our journey in the company of these beautiful ladies
will seem to us short and pleasant!
Sir, with whom do I have the honour of speaking?
Oh! Jacques Eliassen Francois Marie Paganel,
secretary of the Paris Geographic Society.
A corresponding member of geographical societies in Berlin, Bombay,
Darmstadt, Leipzig, London, Petersburg, Vienna, New York.
And also an honorary member of the Royal Geographical and Ethnographic
Institute of East India.
Gentlemen! Before yourselves you see a man
who studied geography for 20 years without ever leaving his office,
and after finally deciding to study it on practice,
- he is now going to India...
- India?
...to tie together the works of great travelers!
Monsieur Olbinett!
- Monsieur Paganel!
- Yes?
Let me ask you one question.
Even twenty, m'lord! Talking to you is nothing but pleasure for me!
You went on board this ship in the evening three days ago?
Yes, m'lord, at 8 o'clock in the evening.
I dashed into a cab straight from the train, from the cab - aboard "Scotland".
I've booked cabin no.6 - thank you! - back in Paris.
It was dark on deck, I didn't see anyone.
I was exhausted and knew
that in order to avoid seasickness you should lie down
and do not get up in the first days of the journey.
Believe me, I went to bed and graciously slept for 36 hours!
I see! We were all at the church then.
So, monsieur Paganel... Are you going to Calcutta?
Yes, m'lord. All my life I dreamt of visiting India, and finally
my dream will come true! I will see the homeland of
- elephants!
- So, you would only care to visit
this country, and nothing else?
Not only care, but I'd rather say it'd be unpleasant, m'lord,
because I have recommendation... how do yo-
Uh, letters of recommendation to the Lord Sommerset, Governor-General of India.
Also I have a mission entrusted to me by the Geographical Society.
- You have a mission?
- My dream is to achieve something
that no other traveler did:
To study the flow of the Tsangpo River,
which runs from the north around the Himalayan Mountains.
Does it merge in the region of Assam with the Brahmaputra River?
And the traveler,
who will be able to cover this issue first,
will be guaranteed a gold medal!
Mr. Paganel, this is undoubtedly a wonderful journey,
and science will be grateful to you for it,
but I cannot keep you in the dark for much longer.
The thing is that in the nearest future
you will have to give up the pleasure of visiting India.
Give up?
Why?
Because you are sailing in the completely opposite direction to the Hindustan peninsula.
Is this a joke?
- Captain Burton!
- I'm not Captain Burton.
- Yes, sorry, Mr. Bardness!
- I'm not Bardness.
- I hope that "Scotland"...
- This ship is not "Scotland".
What do you think it's called then?
It's called...
"Duncan"!
My dear, please tell me the name of your...
This is the height of absent-mindedness, I think.
To sail to America while aiming for India!
I've heard about him, you know!
And there's nothing surprising here!
Jacques Paganel is an outstanding scientist,
but he's even more famous for his misfortunes.
Once he issued an excellent map of Australia,
where he managed to squeeze Japan in!
What are we going to do with the poor fellow?
Surely we've not dragging him to Patagonia with us?
Why not?
Should we be responsible for his absent-mindedness?
If he was to take the wrong train, he would've been unable to turn it back.
Of course not, but he could leave at the nearest stop.
He can do it in the first harbour we will stop at.
- Mr. Paganel!
- Yes?
What are you looking for?
I... got lost on this "Duncan" of yours!
Wait, I'll help you!
Yes, please do! I want to come back to you!
- Let me guide you, sir.
- Yes, yes, thank you!
What will we do with this poor Paganel?
This could've happened only to me!
But breakfast should not suffer because of it!
Sorry, Mr. Paganel, but you took the captain's seat.
Sorry, sorry!
It is still a great adventure!
I'll have to make peace with it after all.
What to do!
What about my cabin
booked on "Scotland"? My baggage? And... my clothes?
You'll have to forget about "Scotland".
So, where is your "Duncan" sailing to?
To America, Mr. Paganel.
- To America?
- Yes.
- But to where exactly?
- Concepcion.
To Chilie? Chilie?
How will I ever appear at the Geographical Society meeting after this?
Do not despair, Mr. Paganel,
soon we will stop at the Madeira Island,
and from there you will move to another ship,
which will take you back to Europe.
- Oh! Thank you, Mr. Paganel!
- But it seems to me that...
"Duncan" is...
- It's a pleasure boat?
- Yes, sir.
And it belongs to Lord Glenarvan.
Who is asking you to enjoy his hospitality with no shame.
I am... infinitely grateful, m'lord,
but... let me express my rather simple idea.
India is a beautiful country!
It is full of surprises for travelers!
You have probably never been there?
And since you have a pleasure journey,
then you can steer the wheel just slightly,
and "Duncan" will go straight to Calcutta!
Mr. Paganel, if it was a pleasure trip,
I would not have hesitated to say:
"Let's all go to India together",
and I think that Lord Glenarvan would not have objected.
But the thing is, our "Duncan" is sailing to America
to search for Captain Grant,
whose ship sank on the coast of Patagonia.
All right, Captain Grant... I've read something about him...
In the French newspapers.
Is it about a note found in a bottle?
Yes.
- So, Miss Grant...
- Miss Grant and her brother Robert
are the children of this brave captain.
Let me... express my hope that your initiative
will see a successful outcome!
Thank you, Mr. Paganel!
I do not stop pleading God to find my father alive.
Then we will find him!
I am in absolute awe of your initiative!
Let your yacht continue its journey!
I would not forgive myself for delaying it even for a day!
Mr. Paganel, would you like to
join our expedition?
With pleasure, Madame, but...
I need to fulfill the mission given to me...
I'll have to get off at the first stop!
So, the Canary Islands then?
The Canary Islands it is!
Well, Mr. Paganel,
I'm glad to have you as a guest at my yacht for a few days!
I got lucky to mistake my ship so nicely!
Where is this document?
I would like to see it!
Peak of Tenerife.
M'lord, I'll speak frankly with you.
Tell me, were you planning to make a stop
at the Canary Islands before my appearance?
- No.
- Well, why go there then?
The Canary Islands are too well-known. All's been written about them...
All has been said...
It's hard to discover anything new there, and entertainment is not much.
Well, as for entertainment, everything is interesting to a geographer.
To be able to see is a science!
But to discover something there after the great Humboldt is impossible!
He climbed to the very top...
of the peak of Tenerife. There was not even a place to sit down!
Question: what is there for Paganel to do
after such a great scientist, eh?
What are you going to do, Mr. Paganel?
Where were you planning to make your next stop?
In Concepcion.
In Chile?
Ah, damn it! That... estranges me from India quite a bit.
That's nothing! As soon as we leave South America
- you will start approaching India again.
- I know that all right...
Well, does it matter where you will end up? In Ost- or West India?
Oh, m'lord! I haven't thought of this argument before.
Mr. Paganel, why won't you go with us?
But, m'lady, what about my mission?
Monsieur Paganel, I warn you: we will pass the Straits of Magellan!
Sir, you are a tempter!
And then, you must consider
that France and Scotland could share the honour of participating in this expedition!
- A geographer would be useful for our expedition!
- That's right, Robert!
Besides, what can be more beautiful than making science serve people?
This is well said!
And then you, just like us, should rely on chance,
or rather, on Providence. It gave us this letter,
and we went on this journey. It also led you to "Duncan".
So do not leave us, monsieur Paganel!
Uh... ladies and gentlemen, do you know what I think?
Er... You want me to stay.
Oh, don't be sly, Paganel! You yourself want it so badly!
Very badly!
But I was too shy to admit it!
Ah, "mares". So, "mares" is "sea" in Spanish.
Olbinett!
What do you want, sir?
I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand you.
It's very noisy here, sir...
I wanted to tell you that you are a very good man, Olbinett!
Stop!
The Equator!
The Equator?
- Monsieur Paganel!
- Yes?
- We're congratulating you!
- With what?
Well! With a very significant event!
And why did the cannon shoot? What is happening?
- You're about to find out!
- Oh! The Equator!
Gentlemen! The glasses, glasses!
Take my glasses!
Farewell, Paganel!
You think it's funny? Grab him!