V poiskakh kapitana Granta (1986): Season 1, Episode 4 - Zolotoy Bog - full transcript
In Search for Captain Grant
The Golden God
Episode Four
The Golden God
The young generation should be so grateful to you!
You helped it escape from its stupidest prison!
This book should inspire readers to explore the world.
Your heroes are distinguished by their moral purity,
their physical and mental health.
It's very important nowadays!
When the whole world has been infected with nihilism,
the man is unsure of his own self,
he has no god, no idea.
Congratulations, my friend!
You have discovered a new type of hero.
He does not yet...
exist in real life, but you believe him
you want to mimic him,
which means that soon he will appear in reality.
One thing is bad about your book -
it turned out to be very thin.
The readers will drown us in letters wishing you to continue.
And what if we satisfy their wish?
You want to say...
Exactly! The novel is not finished.
- But Captain Grant was found!
- It's not Captain Grant.
Really? Tell me.
I am glad to see you, Captain Grant!
Transparent Glass lied to us!
Let's punish him!
Wait!
This man's friends are the enemies of our enemies.
- Therefore, he is our friend.
- Tell us what you know.
They killed many of our enemies today.
Their souls went to the country of sandy hills,
- from which no one has ever returned.
- Where are their scalps?
Big Feather, you know better than I do
that white people do not remove scalps from the dead. Is my word not enough for you?
- Did you see it yourself?
- Yes.
- They've lost a person too.
- Who? Tell me, I beg you!
He was wearing sailor's clothes.
He had a boy with him.
Wilson...
Poor Wilson!
Thank you, Great Father,
for not blinding us with rage
and not letting us punish an innocent man!
Transparent Glass...
will be our friend!
Chief! The bandits will attack in the morning!
We'll welcome them!
Big Feather, Moccasin, gather the people!
We'll ambush them!
They have no time for us now.
Come to me.
Let's go, let's go.
I'm Portuguese.
My name is Raymondo Scorsa.
Four years ago, my three friends and I
who were just as fearless as myself,
went on board a ship as sailors
to go to Patagonia.
One of us knew the place where
the treasures of the ancient Incas were hidden.
We decided to cross the Andes on foot.
It was November - spring,
a dangerous time in the mountains.
We got into an avalanche,
and those three died.
I was picked up by the Indians
of the Payouche tribe.
It seemed that fate itself handed me the treasures that we desired so much!
Can you imagine? Only them...
Only the Indians know where the treasures are hidden.
This golden god is one of them.
But in these 4 years that I've been here, I didn't get close to this secret at all.
The Indians won't reveal it to anyone, even under torture.
Ah, to hell with these treasures...
- You've seen this golden statue, huh?
- Yes.
It's 200 pounds of pure gold! 200 pounds!
Your friends are brave people.
We could team up.
There's enough gold for everyone!
Tomorrow they will all kill each other. And if not tomorrow, then another time.
The Indians won't ever be left in peace.
Too many people want their gold
while we have it right in our hands! We can't miss this opportunity.
Talk to your friends!
Tomorrow, when the fight begins, we could...
Good evening, Mr. Paganel!
Here are my new friends!
M'lord, let me introduce you to signor Raymondo Scorsa.
This is the man we mistook for Captain Grant.
I'm sorry, sir.
They're close!
- Have you seen them?
- Yes, there!
Let's meet them!
Bob the Tar!
- I want to talk with you!
- Who are you?
Raymondo Scorsa.
Never heard of this name!
Soon you'll be thanking God that you have!
There's an ambush!
- I heard a gunshot.
- Gunshot?
No, you're hearing things.
Here's another one.
It's in the camp!
I hear nothing.
But you have sensitive ears, young man. Go to the camp and find out what happened.
Hold on, chief!
Where's Silver Beard?
- Did you send him somewhere?
- No.
Who saw Silver Beard?
I dare not believe it, but...
I think something terrible has happened.
Father!
Father!
Father, they went there!
- To the forest!
- Are you hurt?
Chief!
Give me three people and we'll cut them off!
- Big Feather, take me!
- And me!
Leave!
Quiet!
Friends!
Here, to me! I found him! He's here!
Monsieur!
Tell me, stranger.
Why did he do it?
I think he's been eyeing Apsutokitua in secret for a very long time.
This is too harmful for a white person.
He makes Indians strong, and the whites - weak.
That's why I want you to leave as soon as possible.
Our ancestors believed this is what Earth looked like.
They were mistaken.
The Poyouche Indians are a nomadic tribe.
We came here from the land of the cold sun.
We wandered a lot...
in this world, and we never saw the Earth curve.
Do you like this thing?
The Poyouche Indians are gifting it to you and your friends.
Are you paying us for a service, chief?
No... My friends won't take this, then.
We helped the Poyouche Indians with a kind heart.
These bandits are the enemies of all honest people!
Please understand, not all whites are the same.
There are good, noble people among them.
White is white!
He can be strong, but...
- the yellow metal is stronger than him!
- You are mistaken, chief!
This gold has no power over us.
I do not know, I'm... conflicted again.
I want to believe. I like you.
Listen to what I have to say, chief.
There are many bad people in the world. Many good people too, but also a lot of bad people
who value gold more than their god.
You will not be left alone while Apsutokitua is with you.
Sooner or later you will perish, but...
I do not want this, because I, too, like you.
Bring this Golden God back to where you found him, and forget that place!
I know, we have to take arms more often nowadays,
but I cannot otherwise! That's how my father lived all his life,
and the father of my father, and father of my father's father.
See how he stretches his arms out to the sun?
He'll be seeing the sun for as long as I do!
- We will die together!
- Pity...
Won't you take it?
No.
I would...
like to leave something to remember me by.
Do you like it?
Yes, very!
Delicate work!
- I'll make the same one for you!
- What?
- I'll make the same one for you!
- For me?
No, no!
But you said you liked the design.
I really do but...
Please understand, in France where I live
this is unacceptable.
- Your land does not value beauty?
- We adore beauty!
But this is... very... very...
Ah! I see!
I like your modesty!
I am the leader, and this sign on my chest indicates
that supreme authority belongs to me.
You are worthy to be a leader among the whites!
Bring me... a needle and gunpowder!
Look, Mr. Paganel! The ruins of an ancient city!
Looks like columns of some building!
Buildings built by the greatest architect!
His name is Nature!
- Is that it?
- Yes.
Looks like Tauka sensed water.
Water!
What is he saying, Paganel?
Two years ago, a deep river was here.
He said he will go ahead to the Guamini river.
If it did not dry out, he'll be waiting at the shore.
If there is no water, he will meet us on his way back,
- to spare us from an unneeded journey.
- And then what?
I think we need to go down... 75 miles to the south,
to the south of Sierra de Levintana. There are many rivers.
Not bad advice.
My horse is not tired yet - I can accompany Thalcave!
Oh, m'lord! Take me with you!
I have a good horse, it's dashing to go ahead!
- All right, my boy, let's go!
- And me?
And you must stay, my dear Paganel.
You know the 37th parallel too well, and all of the Pampas too.
None of us would find the meeting point Thalcave has set.
So, under the banner of the brave Jacques Paganel
- we will boldly move forward!
- I'll have to submit to that!
Just make sure to not be so absent-minded that
you lead us back to the Pacific Ocean.
You deserve it, unbearable major!
Bravo, Robert! Thalcave is pleased with you. You will make an excellent rider!
- My father wanted to make me into a sailor.
- That's not mutually exclusive.
I'm just holding well in the saddle, that's all.
Poor father!
M'lord, he will be so grateful when you rescue him!
- Do you really love him?
- Yes, m'lord.
When you get to know my father, you will love him too!
Mary is like him. She has the same soft voice.
It's rather weird for a sailor, isn't it? We will find him, right?
Yes, we will find him! Thalcave will help us.
- Thalcave is a great Indian!
- Without a doubt!
Water!
In January 1865
the travelers were in the middle of the Argentinian Pampas.
The passage across Patagonia turned out to be in vain.
Captain Grant was not in South America.
- Well, what do you say, monsieur Paganel?
- I will say that the start was great!
If this continues, the thunderstorm will be terrible!
Oh, it begins!
Not a single big tree in sight, just in time!
It will not save us, m'lord!
The thunder we'll see is not normal!
After all, we are in the lands of the great electric storms!
That's comforting news.
Olbinett, any time is good for new knowledge!
What do you say now, Paganel?
I say that this is not all!
Look how quickly the water is rising!
Look, what's there?
Looks like a tree!
We are saved! This is a giant ombu tree!
What are you saying, Thalcave? Paganel! What did he say?
- Flood!
- Flood!
Quick, quick, Olbinett!
Everyone here?
Paganel?
I'm here!
- Robert!
- I'm here, m'lord!
Thalcave! Where is Thalcave?
I see him, m'lord!
- He's swimming next to Tauka!
- Where?
Amigo! We are here!
He did not want to abandon Tauka!
Let's hope they will be saved!
What are we to do now?
We will live like birds, since we couldn't live like fish.
Hmm... evidently my jokes are just like us - damp.
Well, Olbinett? Do you regret leaving the yacht?
Was I a burden to you, Mr. McNabbs?
Oh no! By no means!
- If you'd also make some dinner...
- Please.
- Bravo, Olbinett!
- Well done!
You are a brave man, Olbinett!
To think about the food bag in the moment of danger! That's brave!
Well, since we decided to drown, I thought there's no reason to die from hunger.
Robert! Robert, come down now!
Never felt better,
even in my own office!
We live like birds!
I'm starting to think that people are meant to live in the trees.
We're just missing wings!
That's alright! Soon they'll have wings too!
Well, gentlemen... I'm going to bed.
Since our kitchen and dining room are on the first floor,
the bedroom will be on the second. Good night!
- Pleasant dreams.
- Thank you!
Good night, Mr. Paganel!
Good night, Robert!
- Cover yourself.
- Thank you. Thank you, Olbinett!
Well, what do you say, cousin? We need to decide.
In my opinion, everything is simple, dear Edward.
We need to get to "Duncan",
sail east,
and continue to move along this 37th parallel,
even to the point from which we started.
You think I haven't thought of that?
I have...
But what are our chances of success?
By leaving the American continent, we're moving away from the place indicated by Harry Grant himself.
We are moving away from Patagonia, which is stated so clearly in the document.
Poor sister!
Listen to me, my friends!
And you, Robert, try to understand what I'm about to say.
It is very important!
I will do everything to find Captain Grant.
I vowed to do it, and if needed,
I will dedicate my whole life to it.
All of Scotland will help me find the man who's so loyal to it.
No matter how slim the chances are, I am ready to go around the entire globe.
But that's not the question now, it's this:
should we completely give up the search on the American continent?
- Well, Major?
- First of all...
we need to see what countries the 37th parallel goes through.
That's Paganel's part. Monsieur Paganel!
Would you please come down here for a minute?
- Do you need me?
- Yes.
For what reason?
We want to know which countries the 37th parallel goes through.
There is nothing easier! I don't even need to come down!
Leaving America, the 37th parallel crosses the Atlantic Ocean,
- then crosses the island of Tristan da Cunha,
- Great.
- then passes the Cape of Good Hope by 2 degrees south,
- Next?
then crosses the Indian Ocean,
crosses Australia in the state of Victoria,
and after Australia...
Monsieur Paganel! What's wrong?
Wait!
Be careful!
My God, Paganel! Your absent-mindedness again?
Yes, absent-mindedness... and it's phenomenal this time, gentlemen!
We are looking for Captain Grant in a place...
- where he is not.
- What?
Explain your thought calmly.
At the moment when I said "Australia",
it's like I was struck by lightning, it all became clear!
- So you think that Harry Grant...
- Yes.
The word "austral", which we translated as "southern",
was not, in fact, a full word, but a fragment of the word "Australie".
- Australia?
- Interesting, Paganel, interesting.
That's simply impossible!
Impossible? I don't know such a word!
Fine, if you think that "austral" means Australia,
then you must acknowledge the existence of Indians there, which were never there!
Do not rush to triumph, Major!
I'm going to beat you completely, and believe me, an Englishman has never suffered such defeat before!
- Fine, beat me, Paganel, I'll be very glad!
- Listen!
This document has as little mention of Indians as it does of Patagonia!
The word "indi" that you've made into "Indien"
means "indigenes" - "natives", and I presume you do allow that
- Australia has natives?
- Yes, but...
If you didn't confuse me with your wrong interpretations back then,
I would not have understood the document any other way if had I found it myself!
So how would the document read with your new interpretation?
Listen: "On June 6, 1860, a three-mast vessel "Britannia"
crashed on the coast of Australia!
Going ashore, two sailors and Captain Grant
tried or will try
to land on the shore,
where they will be or have been captured by the cruel natives!" Et cetera, et cetera.
Is it clear, gentlemen?
It is, if the word "continent" is applicable to Australia,
- which is an island.
- M'lord!
The best geographers of the world, including...
your humble servant, believe that this island
should be called the Australian continent!
Well, my friends!
Then I can only say one thing...
To Australia?
- To Australia!
- To Australia!
God help us.
The tree caught fire! Fire!
- Where?
- Fire!
Calm down, friends, calm down.
- Gentlemen, what should we do?
- Everyone in the water!
- M'lord, look, it's burning there too!
- Fire!
- Paganel!
- Yes, I'm here!
- Robert! Here.
- Weapons!
- The Indians!
- Oh God, not this!
Robert!
We will never forget you!
- Farewell, Thalcave!
- Farewell, friend Thalcave!
He said:
You are a real man now!
The Golden God
Episode Four
The Golden God
The young generation should be so grateful to you!
You helped it escape from its stupidest prison!
This book should inspire readers to explore the world.
Your heroes are distinguished by their moral purity,
their physical and mental health.
It's very important nowadays!
When the whole world has been infected with nihilism,
the man is unsure of his own self,
he has no god, no idea.
Congratulations, my friend!
You have discovered a new type of hero.
He does not yet...
exist in real life, but you believe him
you want to mimic him,
which means that soon he will appear in reality.
One thing is bad about your book -
it turned out to be very thin.
The readers will drown us in letters wishing you to continue.
And what if we satisfy their wish?
You want to say...
Exactly! The novel is not finished.
- But Captain Grant was found!
- It's not Captain Grant.
Really? Tell me.
I am glad to see you, Captain Grant!
Transparent Glass lied to us!
Let's punish him!
Wait!
This man's friends are the enemies of our enemies.
- Therefore, he is our friend.
- Tell us what you know.
They killed many of our enemies today.
Their souls went to the country of sandy hills,
- from which no one has ever returned.
- Where are their scalps?
Big Feather, you know better than I do
that white people do not remove scalps from the dead. Is my word not enough for you?
- Did you see it yourself?
- Yes.
- They've lost a person too.
- Who? Tell me, I beg you!
He was wearing sailor's clothes.
He had a boy with him.
Wilson...
Poor Wilson!
Thank you, Great Father,
for not blinding us with rage
and not letting us punish an innocent man!
Transparent Glass...
will be our friend!
Chief! The bandits will attack in the morning!
We'll welcome them!
Big Feather, Moccasin, gather the people!
We'll ambush them!
They have no time for us now.
Come to me.
Let's go, let's go.
I'm Portuguese.
My name is Raymondo Scorsa.
Four years ago, my three friends and I
who were just as fearless as myself,
went on board a ship as sailors
to go to Patagonia.
One of us knew the place where
the treasures of the ancient Incas were hidden.
We decided to cross the Andes on foot.
It was November - spring,
a dangerous time in the mountains.
We got into an avalanche,
and those three died.
I was picked up by the Indians
of the Payouche tribe.
It seemed that fate itself handed me the treasures that we desired so much!
Can you imagine? Only them...
Only the Indians know where the treasures are hidden.
This golden god is one of them.
But in these 4 years that I've been here, I didn't get close to this secret at all.
The Indians won't reveal it to anyone, even under torture.
Ah, to hell with these treasures...
- You've seen this golden statue, huh?
- Yes.
It's 200 pounds of pure gold! 200 pounds!
Your friends are brave people.
We could team up.
There's enough gold for everyone!
Tomorrow they will all kill each other. And if not tomorrow, then another time.
The Indians won't ever be left in peace.
Too many people want their gold
while we have it right in our hands! We can't miss this opportunity.
Talk to your friends!
Tomorrow, when the fight begins, we could...
Good evening, Mr. Paganel!
Here are my new friends!
M'lord, let me introduce you to signor Raymondo Scorsa.
This is the man we mistook for Captain Grant.
I'm sorry, sir.
They're close!
- Have you seen them?
- Yes, there!
Let's meet them!
Bob the Tar!
- I want to talk with you!
- Who are you?
Raymondo Scorsa.
Never heard of this name!
Soon you'll be thanking God that you have!
There's an ambush!
- I heard a gunshot.
- Gunshot?
No, you're hearing things.
Here's another one.
It's in the camp!
I hear nothing.
But you have sensitive ears, young man. Go to the camp and find out what happened.
Hold on, chief!
Where's Silver Beard?
- Did you send him somewhere?
- No.
Who saw Silver Beard?
I dare not believe it, but...
I think something terrible has happened.
Father!
Father!
Father, they went there!
- To the forest!
- Are you hurt?
Chief!
Give me three people and we'll cut them off!
- Big Feather, take me!
- And me!
Leave!
Quiet!
Friends!
Here, to me! I found him! He's here!
Monsieur!
Tell me, stranger.
Why did he do it?
I think he's been eyeing Apsutokitua in secret for a very long time.
This is too harmful for a white person.
He makes Indians strong, and the whites - weak.
That's why I want you to leave as soon as possible.
Our ancestors believed this is what Earth looked like.
They were mistaken.
The Poyouche Indians are a nomadic tribe.
We came here from the land of the cold sun.
We wandered a lot...
in this world, and we never saw the Earth curve.
Do you like this thing?
The Poyouche Indians are gifting it to you and your friends.
Are you paying us for a service, chief?
No... My friends won't take this, then.
We helped the Poyouche Indians with a kind heart.
These bandits are the enemies of all honest people!
Please understand, not all whites are the same.
There are good, noble people among them.
White is white!
He can be strong, but...
- the yellow metal is stronger than him!
- You are mistaken, chief!
This gold has no power over us.
I do not know, I'm... conflicted again.
I want to believe. I like you.
Listen to what I have to say, chief.
There are many bad people in the world. Many good people too, but also a lot of bad people
who value gold more than their god.
You will not be left alone while Apsutokitua is with you.
Sooner or later you will perish, but...
I do not want this, because I, too, like you.
Bring this Golden God back to where you found him, and forget that place!
I know, we have to take arms more often nowadays,
but I cannot otherwise! That's how my father lived all his life,
and the father of my father, and father of my father's father.
See how he stretches his arms out to the sun?
He'll be seeing the sun for as long as I do!
- We will die together!
- Pity...
Won't you take it?
No.
I would...
like to leave something to remember me by.
Do you like it?
Yes, very!
Delicate work!
- I'll make the same one for you!
- What?
- I'll make the same one for you!
- For me?
No, no!
But you said you liked the design.
I really do but...
Please understand, in France where I live
this is unacceptable.
- Your land does not value beauty?
- We adore beauty!
But this is... very... very...
Ah! I see!
I like your modesty!
I am the leader, and this sign on my chest indicates
that supreme authority belongs to me.
You are worthy to be a leader among the whites!
Bring me... a needle and gunpowder!
Look, Mr. Paganel! The ruins of an ancient city!
Looks like columns of some building!
Buildings built by the greatest architect!
His name is Nature!
- Is that it?
- Yes.
Looks like Tauka sensed water.
Water!
What is he saying, Paganel?
Two years ago, a deep river was here.
He said he will go ahead to the Guamini river.
If it did not dry out, he'll be waiting at the shore.
If there is no water, he will meet us on his way back,
- to spare us from an unneeded journey.
- And then what?
I think we need to go down... 75 miles to the south,
to the south of Sierra de Levintana. There are many rivers.
Not bad advice.
My horse is not tired yet - I can accompany Thalcave!
Oh, m'lord! Take me with you!
I have a good horse, it's dashing to go ahead!
- All right, my boy, let's go!
- And me?
And you must stay, my dear Paganel.
You know the 37th parallel too well, and all of the Pampas too.
None of us would find the meeting point Thalcave has set.
So, under the banner of the brave Jacques Paganel
- we will boldly move forward!
- I'll have to submit to that!
Just make sure to not be so absent-minded that
you lead us back to the Pacific Ocean.
You deserve it, unbearable major!
Bravo, Robert! Thalcave is pleased with you. You will make an excellent rider!
- My father wanted to make me into a sailor.
- That's not mutually exclusive.
I'm just holding well in the saddle, that's all.
Poor father!
M'lord, he will be so grateful when you rescue him!
- Do you really love him?
- Yes, m'lord.
When you get to know my father, you will love him too!
Mary is like him. She has the same soft voice.
It's rather weird for a sailor, isn't it? We will find him, right?
Yes, we will find him! Thalcave will help us.
- Thalcave is a great Indian!
- Without a doubt!
Water!
In January 1865
the travelers were in the middle of the Argentinian Pampas.
The passage across Patagonia turned out to be in vain.
Captain Grant was not in South America.
- Well, what do you say, monsieur Paganel?
- I will say that the start was great!
If this continues, the thunderstorm will be terrible!
Oh, it begins!
Not a single big tree in sight, just in time!
It will not save us, m'lord!
The thunder we'll see is not normal!
After all, we are in the lands of the great electric storms!
That's comforting news.
Olbinett, any time is good for new knowledge!
What do you say now, Paganel?
I say that this is not all!
Look how quickly the water is rising!
Look, what's there?
Looks like a tree!
We are saved! This is a giant ombu tree!
What are you saying, Thalcave? Paganel! What did he say?
- Flood!
- Flood!
Quick, quick, Olbinett!
Everyone here?
Paganel?
I'm here!
- Robert!
- I'm here, m'lord!
Thalcave! Where is Thalcave?
I see him, m'lord!
- He's swimming next to Tauka!
- Where?
Amigo! We are here!
He did not want to abandon Tauka!
Let's hope they will be saved!
What are we to do now?
We will live like birds, since we couldn't live like fish.
Hmm... evidently my jokes are just like us - damp.
Well, Olbinett? Do you regret leaving the yacht?
Was I a burden to you, Mr. McNabbs?
Oh no! By no means!
- If you'd also make some dinner...
- Please.
- Bravo, Olbinett!
- Well done!
You are a brave man, Olbinett!
To think about the food bag in the moment of danger! That's brave!
Well, since we decided to drown, I thought there's no reason to die from hunger.
Robert! Robert, come down now!
Never felt better,
even in my own office!
We live like birds!
I'm starting to think that people are meant to live in the trees.
We're just missing wings!
That's alright! Soon they'll have wings too!
Well, gentlemen... I'm going to bed.
Since our kitchen and dining room are on the first floor,
the bedroom will be on the second. Good night!
- Pleasant dreams.
- Thank you!
Good night, Mr. Paganel!
Good night, Robert!
- Cover yourself.
- Thank you. Thank you, Olbinett!
Well, what do you say, cousin? We need to decide.
In my opinion, everything is simple, dear Edward.
We need to get to "Duncan",
sail east,
and continue to move along this 37th parallel,
even to the point from which we started.
You think I haven't thought of that?
I have...
But what are our chances of success?
By leaving the American continent, we're moving away from the place indicated by Harry Grant himself.
We are moving away from Patagonia, which is stated so clearly in the document.
Poor sister!
Listen to me, my friends!
And you, Robert, try to understand what I'm about to say.
It is very important!
I will do everything to find Captain Grant.
I vowed to do it, and if needed,
I will dedicate my whole life to it.
All of Scotland will help me find the man who's so loyal to it.
No matter how slim the chances are, I am ready to go around the entire globe.
But that's not the question now, it's this:
should we completely give up the search on the American continent?
- Well, Major?
- First of all...
we need to see what countries the 37th parallel goes through.
That's Paganel's part. Monsieur Paganel!
Would you please come down here for a minute?
- Do you need me?
- Yes.
For what reason?
We want to know which countries the 37th parallel goes through.
There is nothing easier! I don't even need to come down!
Leaving America, the 37th parallel crosses the Atlantic Ocean,
- then crosses the island of Tristan da Cunha,
- Great.
- then passes the Cape of Good Hope by 2 degrees south,
- Next?
then crosses the Indian Ocean,
crosses Australia in the state of Victoria,
and after Australia...
Monsieur Paganel! What's wrong?
Wait!
Be careful!
My God, Paganel! Your absent-mindedness again?
Yes, absent-mindedness... and it's phenomenal this time, gentlemen!
We are looking for Captain Grant in a place...
- where he is not.
- What?
Explain your thought calmly.
At the moment when I said "Australia",
it's like I was struck by lightning, it all became clear!
- So you think that Harry Grant...
- Yes.
The word "austral", which we translated as "southern",
was not, in fact, a full word, but a fragment of the word "Australie".
- Australia?
- Interesting, Paganel, interesting.
That's simply impossible!
Impossible? I don't know such a word!
Fine, if you think that "austral" means Australia,
then you must acknowledge the existence of Indians there, which were never there!
Do not rush to triumph, Major!
I'm going to beat you completely, and believe me, an Englishman has never suffered such defeat before!
- Fine, beat me, Paganel, I'll be very glad!
- Listen!
This document has as little mention of Indians as it does of Patagonia!
The word "indi" that you've made into "Indien"
means "indigenes" - "natives", and I presume you do allow that
- Australia has natives?
- Yes, but...
If you didn't confuse me with your wrong interpretations back then,
I would not have understood the document any other way if had I found it myself!
So how would the document read with your new interpretation?
Listen: "On June 6, 1860, a three-mast vessel "Britannia"
crashed on the coast of Australia!
Going ashore, two sailors and Captain Grant
tried or will try
to land on the shore,
where they will be or have been captured by the cruel natives!" Et cetera, et cetera.
Is it clear, gentlemen?
It is, if the word "continent" is applicable to Australia,
- which is an island.
- M'lord!
The best geographers of the world, including...
your humble servant, believe that this island
should be called the Australian continent!
Well, my friends!
Then I can only say one thing...
To Australia?
- To Australia!
- To Australia!
God help us.
The tree caught fire! Fire!
- Where?
- Fire!
Calm down, friends, calm down.
- Gentlemen, what should we do?
- Everyone in the water!
- M'lord, look, it's burning there too!
- Fire!
- Paganel!
- Yes, I'm here!
- Robert! Here.
- Weapons!
- The Indians!
- Oh God, not this!
Robert!
We will never forget you!
- Farewell, Thalcave!
- Farewell, friend Thalcave!
He said:
You are a real man now!