V poiskakh kapitana Granta (1986): Season 1, Episode 5 - Ben Jois - full transcript
In Search for Captain Grant
Ben Joyce
Episode Five
Ben Joyce
Ah, Jules! You're not dressed yet, Jules!
Hold on.
Look how many people are here to see you!
- I'm so happy, Jules!
- I'm happy for you.
The Pope himself will see you!
What are you jealous of?
That I will be kissing his shoes? That's not my thing.
I would love to stay in my cabin.
Here I am free!
- They're waiting, Jules.
- Right.
Signor Jules Verne!
Let me wholeheartedly welcome you and your spouse in Italy,
where your books are greatly appreciated.
- One question! Uh...
- Are you rich, signor?
You can always turn out to be poor in relation to someone.
Signor Verne, what brings you the greatest pleasure?
Work.
- Do you travel a lot?
- I do.
I have a great profession! When I take
a fresh piece of paper, dip my feather in ink,
I end up at the top of the Krakatau volcano
or in the middle of the Titicaca lake!
What is the future of your books?
I think they will be soon forgotten.
Is that so? Why?
People seek to live for their own pleasure.
Unfortunately, they are less and less interested in literature based on moral principles.
What are they - these principles?
Please explain the main goal of your works.
To transform the world, if you want!
Yes!
I will paint a picture of the world we live in,
and let the reader think: is it perfect?
1.5 billion people live on this globe.
There are 300 million people in China alone. 300!
But half of our planet's population is living in hunger!
Our planet is capable of feeding 100 billion people!
Mankind is bound by common effort...
to improve and change the world we're living in!
You write a lot about science.
What is its future?
Will we live to see new great discoveries?
The time is near when scientific achievements will surpass the power of human imagination.
Soon people will build flying machines that are heavier than air,
underwater ships powered by electricity.
But scientific achievements are indifferent to good and evil!
Perhaps soon enough they'll find a way to obliterate whole armies,
regardless of distance!
This is why scientific achievements must never be ahead
of the evolution of morality.
Otherwise science can become very dangerous.
Signor Verne, please answer this question:
You are quite normal, right?
I hope so!
Yet all of your characters are crazy brave!
Not true!
All my characters are normal people!
I cannot stand insane people.
Happiness prefers the brave, not the reckless.
Mr. Verne, in your books, the humans always come out victorious from their battle with nature.
But that's atheist, destruction of religion.
Mr. Darwin claims that man is the king of nature.
- Do you agree with him?
- No.
A human is one of the most amazing creations of nature, but nothing more.
The superiority of man is not in his conquer of nature,
but in something else entirely:
to understand it, while retaining inner peace in the face of the revolt of the matter.
A person should be able to say: "I can be destroyed,
but shaken? Never!".
- Great!
- Bravo!
Please tell us what your new novel is about, signor Jules Verne!
Just about that.
- Keep it up!
- Yes, sir!
Boatswain! Lift the forsten-staysail!
The journey to Australia got dragged out due to storms.
In May 1865, "Duncan" has reached the coasts of the fifth continent.
What a boring landscape!
I think you are mistaken!
This is the most curious country on the globe!
Yes, imagine, Madame!
This country used to surprise,
is surprising, and will surprise scientists all over the world!
This is the most... paradoxical country!
A continent that has no moisture in air or soil.
Even the leaves face the sun not with their surface, but with their side, thus not providing shade!
Where four-legged creatures have beaks,
for example, echidnas and platypodes!
This is the most bizarre, the most illogical country,
a some kind of parody on the laws of nature!
Paganel, you're just a well of knowledge!
- Just lower the bucket...
- And draw as much as you need!
I know the globe as well as... my own pocket!
- Your pocket?
- Yes!
I'm sure, dear Paganel, that even now you have no idea
what you have in either of your pockets.
And the air here is so rich in oxygen and so poor in nitrogen,
that it benefits...
The blade... the blade was cut clean, sir!
And the climate here has straight up unbelievable properties!
It, uh...
has a good effect on morals. The air here...
Dry air whitens not only fabrics, but human souls!
This property of the local climate has long been used in England.
People are sent here for correction.
Everyone becomes better in Australia!
Mr. Paganel, what will happen to you in such a good country then?
- You are already so good!
- Right, Mr. Paganel!
I will be excellent! Just excellent!
Well, John?
Bad news, m'lord.
The rotor was damaged.
We'll have to go to Melbourne.
Look, look! A lighthouse!
Do not move!
Who are you?
- This way!
- Do not shoot!
We are peaceful travelers! We are Englishmen!
Who are you?
Our ship is beyond that cape!
- What happened?
- Do not come near!
Please forgive me, gentlemen!
Being careful doesn't hurt in these places.
Welcome to Paddy O'Moor's house!
- Are you Irish?
- I was once.
I have been Australian for many years now.
Please, gentlemen!
The word "agoni" lead us to Patagonia.
Unfortunately, we have realised our mistake too late.
Our journey across South America was pointless.
It seems to me that now we are on the right track.
The word "austral" preserved in the French version of the note
can mean nothing else but "Australie" - Australia.
So here we are in Australia...
And now that you know everything, tell us:
have you heard of the ship that crashed in the local waters?
No.
I've been living here many years, but...
No.
I do not know anything about "Britannia",
or Captain Grant.
Mary...
Please understand that...
Do not despair, Miss Mary! Keep hoping and praying!
Yes, Miss Mary, Lady Ellen is right, let's keep hoping!
When all means are exhausted,
Providence shows us new ways.
Thank God, m'lord!
If Captain Grant is alive, -
he's in Australia!
Who said that?
You, Ayrton?
I am Scottish just like you, m'lord.
I am one of the victims from "Britannia".
- You are from "Britannia"?
- I was Captain Grant's boatswain.
Did you escape with him then?
No... I was thrown ashore. I was washed away.
Are you one of those two sailors mentioned in the document?
I had no idea... that this document existed.
So where is the Captain? What happened to him?
I thought he was dead along with "Britannia".
I thought I was the only one left alive.
But you said Captain Grant is alive!
Yes you did!
- I said: "If Captain Grant is alive".
- And then added: "He is in Australia".
Yes, he can only be here.
- So you don't know where he is?
- I don't, m'lord.
I repeat, I believed that he drowned in the sea or crashed against the rocks.
It is from you that I've learned he might still be alive.
What do you know then?
Only that if Captain Grant is alive,
then he can only be in Australia.
So where did the crash happen?
Uh... at the 37th degree.
- On the west coast?
- Oh no - the east.
And... when did it happen?
The night of...
The 27th of June of the 60th year.
- Yes! It's a match!
- Told you!
- Matches perfectly!
- You see, m'lord,
I had every reason to say what I said.
If Captain Grant is alive,
then he needs to be searched for on the Australian continent and nowhere else!
And we will definitely find him! Oh, that precious letter!
How great that it landed in the hands of such perceptive people!
Well?
I remember you, Miss Mary!
You were at the farewell breakfast organised by Captain Grant.
Yes.
And this... little boy was to be looked after by
my friend - the senior sailor Dick Turner!
Do you remember how you escaped him and climbed the bom-sailing?
Yes!
It's true! I remember!
So... you are "Britannia's" boatswain?
My contract was saved in the crash.
I'll show it to you!
Gentlemen! Gentlemen, believe me: Ayrton is an honest man!
He's been serving me for 2 months and I have nothing to reproach him for.
I knew that he survived a shipwreck,
I just didn't know his ship was called "Britannia".
He was in captivity of the natives for a long time, then fled,
crossed the entire Australian continent and here he is now.
I needed an employee at the lighthouse, so I hired him.
Yes! This is my father's handwriting!
Right, we need to decide what to do, immediately.
Ayrton, your advice will be particularly valuable for us.
- Please!
- Thank you for your trust, m'lord!
Well... I think...
If Captain Grant and the two sailors did not reach English-owned lands,
and there is no information about them,
then they were probably captured by some tribe just like me.
But they could've been taken far north off the 37th parallel.
This will complicate our search.
How would we find the captives on such a large continent?
What would you do, Mr. Ayrton?
- Me, ma'am?
- Yes.
Well... I would return to "Duncan"
and go straight to the location of the shipwreck.
And there I would act according to the circumstances.
"Duncan" needs repair.
So your ship has serious damage?
No, but it requires equipment we don't have.
- So we'll have to go to Melbourne.
- Can you not just sail?
Well, the journey might take long in the headwind,
- and we'd still need to go to Melbourne.
- Then let "Duncan" go to Melbourne,
and we'll get there without it, to the Twofold bay.
But how?
We will cross Australia the same way
as we crossed South America, along the 37th parallel.
And... what about "Duncan"?
Either "Duncan" comes to us, or we come to "Duncan".
It will depend on the circumstances. If during our journey
we will find Captain Grant, we will return to Melbourne together.
And if we continue our search to the coast,
then "Duncan" will come to us.
Well, if the journey is possible...
It is! Possible so much that I propose Lady Ellen and Miss Mary to join us!
That would be wonderful!
- Are you serious, Paganel?
- Quite!
Some 350 kilometers across a pretty populated area,
that has roads, trains...
It'll be like a walk from London to Edinburgh!
You are a tempter, Paganel...
- So, Paganel...
- Yes?
How do you plan to cross Australia?
Riding... on your telescope?
You'll need horses.
You can buy horses in the neighbouring village.
I'll help you buy everything necessary
for a long trip.
M'lord, it seems to me that I would be useful to you on this journey?
My assistant Tom Austin will carry out the repairs
and transfer the ship to where necessary at the set time.
Tom is a man of discipline!
You're going with us.
It's better for you to be present,
when we find Miss Mary's father.
And you, Ayrton?
Do you agree to participate in our search?
You have a beautiful ship, Captain!
It's reliable, that's the main thing!
- How many knots does it push?
- 17.
- 17?
- Exactly!
No military ship can catch up with it!
You are right, "Duncan" is a true racing yacht!
Then accept congratulations from a sailor who knows the value of a good ship!
Oh, thank you, Ayrton!
Stay with us, and "Duncan" will be yours!
I'll think about it!
- Would you like a try, m'lady?
- Yes.
Please! Hold it, hold on tight.
I'll be next!
See what I told you! A quite civilized land!
Progress is coming and the poetry of the desert is disappearing.
Where are the Aboriginals, Mr. Paganel?
Oh, Robert! Just a quarter of a century ago we would've met
many local tribes on our way!
A dozen years will pass and this continent
will be stripped of any Aboriginal tribes completely!
Which Aboriginals have you fled form, Ayrton?
This is one of the tribes of inner Australia.
What can a European do among these strangers?
What I did: hunt with them, fish,
partake in battles.
If a European is not stupid and is brave,
he earns a respectable position in the tribe.
But still remains a prisoner?
He's kept an eye on day and night.
And yet you still managed to escape?
Yes, Mr. McNabbs.
I ran away during a battle between mine and the neighbouring tribes.
I just got lucky!
If that would repeat again...
I'd rather prefer eternal slavery instead.
Let's hope that Captain Grant did not attempt to run the same way.
Ayrton, you've lived in Australia for a long time,
do you understand the Aboriginal language well?
Not that well. Every tribe has its dialect.
- But I still can explain myself.
- Say something!
What exactly?
Well, for example... "Good day"?
Owe! - beautiful! I'll remember!
Owe, Australia!
What happened, gentlemen?
Robbery.
- Edward, what happened?
- The postal car has been robbed!
Who did this? The Aboriginals?
No way, gentlemen!
I know the marks on their arms well.
- Shackle marks.
- Yes.
Free passengers from the ships of Her Majesty.
- What, convicts?
- Well, Mr. Paganel,
you were saying that criminals change fast here!
So, Mr. Paganel,
I hope I will have the pleasure of seeing you in my cabin.
Oh, it's very nice, Madame, what are your reception times?
I'm always home for my friends, and you...
And I'm the most devoted of them!
My friends, it's getting dark. We should look for a place to rest.
- Are you tired, Ellen?
- No, not at all!
Is it not time to eat, m'lord?
Let's wait a little, my friend!
Well, how do you feel, my boy?
It's hot!
It is, even though it's winter.
Why? It's July!
July is the coldest month of the Australian winter.
How so?
Did you forget that we are in the Southern Hemisphere?
It's summer in Scotland,
And here in the antipode Australia, it's winter!
Go, go!
Wait!
Stop!
What happened there, Ayrton?
- I heard cracking!
- Where?
The front plank broke. Great!
Just what we needed.
I can bring a blacksmith! He's 10 miles away from here, at the Black Point station.
Black Point...
Go then, Ayrton. We have no other choice.
I hope you'll return by morning.
Oh! A blacksmith is very handy!
My horse has lost its horseshoe.
Mr. Ayrton, is it true that my father is a kind man?
- Was he kind to you?
- Of course, Mr. Robert!
Your father was a man of exceptional kindness!
We all loved him like our own father!
- He's also a great sailor, isn't he?
- And a rare breed of a great captain!
Captain Harry Grant will be overjoyed to see what his son has become,
whom he left as a small child.
What a beautiful horseshoe!
Yes... the horseshoe is strange...
It's the mark of Black Point.
It helps to find escaped horses.
Oh, welcome!
Welcome to the "Mont Blanc" tavern!
- Good afternoon, monsieur!
- Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, sir, glad to meet you!
Good day!
I don't think that a little tavern on this deserted road
can enrich its owner.
Where are you from, gentlemen? Are you Englishmen?
- Scotsmen, sir!
- Oh, what a pleasant surprise!
I haven't seen my compatriots in a long time!
- Hello, Hugh.
- Hello, Ayrton.
What are these mountains called, Mr. Paganel?
The Australian Alps, mademoiselle!
Alps here too? I must say that your fellow geographers
have a rather limited imagination!
These are pocket mountains. We won't even notice passing them!
Who comes to you in this deserted place?
The shepherds, sir! The ones who lead their herds to the mountains.
It's quite crowded here in summer and autumn. Please, gentlemen, please!
Come in, gentlemen, come in! Make yourselves at home!
- It's cool in here.
- Fantastic!
- Yes, yes, please.
- Can I?
"The Australian-New Zealand newspaper."
Interesting...
Here! Listen to what it says.
"Our readers remember that on December 21
a postal car has been robbed
in the area of the Kemden... bridge.
The investigation revealed that this is the work of escaped convicts
who fled from the Perth correctional prison 6 months ago.
There are about 20 people in the gang. Their leader is someone named Ben Joyce.
A very dangerous criminal who arrived to Australia
a few months ago on some ship,
evading the police ever since.
We ask the colonists and squatters to stay alert,
and report any information that can help
to search for the criminals.
The capture of the gang leader Ben Joyce
will be rewarded with 100 pounds.
Chief Inspector of Police...
Mitchell".
This rascal is out to be hanged!
Thank you, sir.
It'll be good to catch him, first of all.
100 pounds is a big sum, and he's not worth it.
I believe that the presence of escaped convicts cannot change our plans.
What do you think about it?
John?
If we didn't have Lady Glenarvan and Miss Grant with us,
I wouldn't have been worried about this gang.
It goes without saying that there is no way that we abandon our mission.
But since there are ladies with us...
Maybe it makes sense to go to Melbourne?
And from there we reach the east coast aboard "Duncan"
and resume our search for Harry Grant?
Your opinion, Major?
I'd like to know... what Ayrton thinks.
The danger is just as there on the southern road as it is on the eastern road.
Both are deserted, both are vile.
Also I think that...
two dozen criminals cannot threaten
six brave and armed people.
Why six?
Did you not count me, Mr. Ayrton?
No, no, kid. Of course I counted you in.
But I forgot about myself!
So there are seven of us.
So, Mary and I are not worth anything?
Oh! Quite right!
You have repeatedly proven your bravery!
So, we are...
nine people!
You know, I also think that a brave man
doesn't need to be afraid of some escaped convicts,
especially since by continuing our journey, we can get on the trail of Captain Grant!
Well, then there is nothing to talk about.
One more consideration, m'lord!
Isn't it time to send an order to "Duncan"
- to keep close to the coast?
- What for?
What if something forces us to go to Melbourne?
In that case we'll regret not having "Duncan" there.
Let's get to the Twofold bay,
and send the order from there.
Ah, it's you, McNabbs!
I thought somebody was circling around the camp.
I thought...
so too.
What a night!
Yes.
Starting tomorrow...
We'll set up patrol duty in the camp.
Well...
That's sensible.
Go!
Go!
Wait! Wait!
What happened, monsieur Paganel?
Ah? Here, my friends...
I was left without a horse!
Robert! Where are you going?
I promised Mr. Olbinett to bring something for dinner.
Do not go far!
Robert! Be careful and do not go far from the camp.
Alright.
It's somewhere close. Wait for me.
What are you doing here?
Is Australia a park, young man?
- Does it belong to someone?
- How did you end up here?
Exactly how you did, Mr. Robert!
Is that your name? I came on a horse.
Why?
I will explain...
Do not come near me!
Do not fool around, Mr. Robert!
Are you really going to shoot a man?
A living man, Mr. Robert?
Do not come near me, I'll shoot! I'll shoot, you see!
I'll call for help! Leave!
I do not understand why I scared you, Mr. Robert.
I had no evil intent towards you.
- What's there?
- Later, later! Let's go!
Well, we have only one horse left.
That survived thanks to the Major.
Yes, it's weird...
I noticed another strange thing.
The only surviving horse was shod by that blacksmith from Black Point.
A mere coincidence.
The sudden horse deaths
trapped the travelers halfway through their journey -
in the heart of Southern Australia.
Now we can go only on foot...
Edward, Mary and I will not be a burden for you! We too can walk on foot.
- Although not as fast...
- Yes, yes, of course!
Right...
Reach the coast, gentlemen! What other options could there be?
What do you say, Ayrton?
I believe that "Duncan"... should be given an order
to sail to the east coast. We need to send a messenger.
What does "Duncan" have to do with this?
Do you really think that if the yacht comes to the Twofold bay
it will be easier for us to reach the coast?
No, but a sailor squad can aid us.
The hardest part of the journey is ahead of us.
We'll have to axe our way through.
What do you say, Major? You're always so silent...
Ayrton talks like a smart and cautious man.
Then we need to pick a messenger.
Who wants to go with the letter?
With your permission, m'lord, I will go.
I know this region.
I can emerge unscathed where others would perish.
Give me the letter, and I swear that "Duncan" will be at the Twofold bay next week.
Well, Ayrton, you are a brave man.
Go on then.
M'lord, how do you spell the name "Ayrton"?
Just as it is pronounced.
You are wrong.
This name is spelled "Ayrton",
but pronounced as...
"Ben Joyce".
Drop your weapon, McNabbs!
God knows I didn't want blood to spill! Farewell!
Cover!
M'lord, move your fingers.
Well, it's all right!
- They fled.
- That's what worries me.
I would prefer to meet with them face to face.
A tiger in the field is not as scary as a snake in tall grass.
- How do you feel, m'lord?
- The wound is not serious.
- The bullet missed the bone.
- We can't sit here and do nothing!
The convicts can get back here any second.
- Then all the pathways will be cut off!
- Speak more clearly, John.
What we wanted to do before Ayrton's betrayal
is even more necessary now!
- You mean the messenger to Melbourne?
- Yes.
I'll bring "Duncan" to the east coast of the Twofold bay,
And together with a squad of sailors I will start moving along the 37th parallel to meet...
I am positively against John Mangles going!
He is the captain of "Duncan"! He must not risk his life!
- Gentlemen, I will go!
- Why you, Paganel?
- Because...
- Friends! Friends, friends!
I see that each one of us is ready to sacrifice their life.
- In that case, we will draw lots!
- Well, that's an idea!
That's fine, except you cannot participate, m'lord.
- Why?
- You are injured!
I feel great and will not give up my part of the risk to anyone.
So, gentlemen, whoever pulls out the broken match is going.
It's your turn, Paganel.
M'lord.
Your turn, John.
- No.
- Olbinett.
I will saddle the horse.
Huh...
Well, gentlemen, I believe that the candidate is worthy.
Of course!
Especially since you've just proven your resourcefulness, Olbinett.
Good luck!
Thank you. I'm ready to go now.
Paganel, sit down. I'll dictate the letter to Tom Austin to you.
Can I have you for a minute? Listen carefully, if you're going...
Are you ready, Paganel?
"To Tom Austin, Melbourne, "Duncan".
I order Tom Austin to sail off immediately,
and lead "Duncan" to the east coast of Australia.
Zealand...
Aland... aland...
"To the east coast of Australia".
"Aland!"
Paganel!
- What's wrong?
- Ah, right!
"And lead "Duncan"... How did you say?
To the east coast of Australia.
But why Australia? Ah, right.
To the east coast...
Aland...
Zealand...
Aland...
Zealand...
It's getting dark, let's not waste time, gentlemen.
- We are counting on you, my friend.
- I will not fail you, m'lord!
- Robert, hold the horse.
- God bless you! Farewell!
Olbinett, please do not forget about this turn! Goodbye!
Goodbye!
Goodbye, Olbinett!
Good luck!
Goodbye!
Ben Joyce
Episode Five
Ben Joyce
Ah, Jules! You're not dressed yet, Jules!
Hold on.
Look how many people are here to see you!
- I'm so happy, Jules!
- I'm happy for you.
The Pope himself will see you!
What are you jealous of?
That I will be kissing his shoes? That's not my thing.
I would love to stay in my cabin.
Here I am free!
- They're waiting, Jules.
- Right.
Signor Jules Verne!
Let me wholeheartedly welcome you and your spouse in Italy,
where your books are greatly appreciated.
- One question! Uh...
- Are you rich, signor?
You can always turn out to be poor in relation to someone.
Signor Verne, what brings you the greatest pleasure?
Work.
- Do you travel a lot?
- I do.
I have a great profession! When I take
a fresh piece of paper, dip my feather in ink,
I end up at the top of the Krakatau volcano
or in the middle of the Titicaca lake!
What is the future of your books?
I think they will be soon forgotten.
Is that so? Why?
People seek to live for their own pleasure.
Unfortunately, they are less and less interested in literature based on moral principles.
What are they - these principles?
Please explain the main goal of your works.
To transform the world, if you want!
Yes!
I will paint a picture of the world we live in,
and let the reader think: is it perfect?
1.5 billion people live on this globe.
There are 300 million people in China alone. 300!
But half of our planet's population is living in hunger!
Our planet is capable of feeding 100 billion people!
Mankind is bound by common effort...
to improve and change the world we're living in!
You write a lot about science.
What is its future?
Will we live to see new great discoveries?
The time is near when scientific achievements will surpass the power of human imagination.
Soon people will build flying machines that are heavier than air,
underwater ships powered by electricity.
But scientific achievements are indifferent to good and evil!
Perhaps soon enough they'll find a way to obliterate whole armies,
regardless of distance!
This is why scientific achievements must never be ahead
of the evolution of morality.
Otherwise science can become very dangerous.
Signor Verne, please answer this question:
You are quite normal, right?
I hope so!
Yet all of your characters are crazy brave!
Not true!
All my characters are normal people!
I cannot stand insane people.
Happiness prefers the brave, not the reckless.
Mr. Verne, in your books, the humans always come out victorious from their battle with nature.
But that's atheist, destruction of religion.
Mr. Darwin claims that man is the king of nature.
- Do you agree with him?
- No.
A human is one of the most amazing creations of nature, but nothing more.
The superiority of man is not in his conquer of nature,
but in something else entirely:
to understand it, while retaining inner peace in the face of the revolt of the matter.
A person should be able to say: "I can be destroyed,
but shaken? Never!".
- Great!
- Bravo!
Please tell us what your new novel is about, signor Jules Verne!
Just about that.
- Keep it up!
- Yes, sir!
Boatswain! Lift the forsten-staysail!
The journey to Australia got dragged out due to storms.
In May 1865, "Duncan" has reached the coasts of the fifth continent.
What a boring landscape!
I think you are mistaken!
This is the most curious country on the globe!
Yes, imagine, Madame!
This country used to surprise,
is surprising, and will surprise scientists all over the world!
This is the most... paradoxical country!
A continent that has no moisture in air or soil.
Even the leaves face the sun not with their surface, but with their side, thus not providing shade!
Where four-legged creatures have beaks,
for example, echidnas and platypodes!
This is the most bizarre, the most illogical country,
a some kind of parody on the laws of nature!
Paganel, you're just a well of knowledge!
- Just lower the bucket...
- And draw as much as you need!
I know the globe as well as... my own pocket!
- Your pocket?
- Yes!
I'm sure, dear Paganel, that even now you have no idea
what you have in either of your pockets.
And the air here is so rich in oxygen and so poor in nitrogen,
that it benefits...
The blade... the blade was cut clean, sir!
And the climate here has straight up unbelievable properties!
It, uh...
has a good effect on morals. The air here...
Dry air whitens not only fabrics, but human souls!
This property of the local climate has long been used in England.
People are sent here for correction.
Everyone becomes better in Australia!
Mr. Paganel, what will happen to you in such a good country then?
- You are already so good!
- Right, Mr. Paganel!
I will be excellent! Just excellent!
Well, John?
Bad news, m'lord.
The rotor was damaged.
We'll have to go to Melbourne.
Look, look! A lighthouse!
Do not move!
Who are you?
- This way!
- Do not shoot!
We are peaceful travelers! We are Englishmen!
Who are you?
Our ship is beyond that cape!
- What happened?
- Do not come near!
Please forgive me, gentlemen!
Being careful doesn't hurt in these places.
Welcome to Paddy O'Moor's house!
- Are you Irish?
- I was once.
I have been Australian for many years now.
Please, gentlemen!
The word "agoni" lead us to Patagonia.
Unfortunately, we have realised our mistake too late.
Our journey across South America was pointless.
It seems to me that now we are on the right track.
The word "austral" preserved in the French version of the note
can mean nothing else but "Australie" - Australia.
So here we are in Australia...
And now that you know everything, tell us:
have you heard of the ship that crashed in the local waters?
No.
I've been living here many years, but...
No.
I do not know anything about "Britannia",
or Captain Grant.
Mary...
Please understand that...
Do not despair, Miss Mary! Keep hoping and praying!
Yes, Miss Mary, Lady Ellen is right, let's keep hoping!
When all means are exhausted,
Providence shows us new ways.
Thank God, m'lord!
If Captain Grant is alive, -
he's in Australia!
Who said that?
You, Ayrton?
I am Scottish just like you, m'lord.
I am one of the victims from "Britannia".
- You are from "Britannia"?
- I was Captain Grant's boatswain.
Did you escape with him then?
No... I was thrown ashore. I was washed away.
Are you one of those two sailors mentioned in the document?
I had no idea... that this document existed.
So where is the Captain? What happened to him?
I thought he was dead along with "Britannia".
I thought I was the only one left alive.
But you said Captain Grant is alive!
Yes you did!
- I said: "If Captain Grant is alive".
- And then added: "He is in Australia".
Yes, he can only be here.
- So you don't know where he is?
- I don't, m'lord.
I repeat, I believed that he drowned in the sea or crashed against the rocks.
It is from you that I've learned he might still be alive.
What do you know then?
Only that if Captain Grant is alive,
then he can only be in Australia.
So where did the crash happen?
Uh... at the 37th degree.
- On the west coast?
- Oh no - the east.
And... when did it happen?
The night of...
The 27th of June of the 60th year.
- Yes! It's a match!
- Told you!
- Matches perfectly!
- You see, m'lord,
I had every reason to say what I said.
If Captain Grant is alive,
then he needs to be searched for on the Australian continent and nowhere else!
And we will definitely find him! Oh, that precious letter!
How great that it landed in the hands of such perceptive people!
Well?
I remember you, Miss Mary!
You were at the farewell breakfast organised by Captain Grant.
Yes.
And this... little boy was to be looked after by
my friend - the senior sailor Dick Turner!
Do you remember how you escaped him and climbed the bom-sailing?
Yes!
It's true! I remember!
So... you are "Britannia's" boatswain?
My contract was saved in the crash.
I'll show it to you!
Gentlemen! Gentlemen, believe me: Ayrton is an honest man!
He's been serving me for 2 months and I have nothing to reproach him for.
I knew that he survived a shipwreck,
I just didn't know his ship was called "Britannia".
He was in captivity of the natives for a long time, then fled,
crossed the entire Australian continent and here he is now.
I needed an employee at the lighthouse, so I hired him.
Yes! This is my father's handwriting!
Right, we need to decide what to do, immediately.
Ayrton, your advice will be particularly valuable for us.
- Please!
- Thank you for your trust, m'lord!
Well... I think...
If Captain Grant and the two sailors did not reach English-owned lands,
and there is no information about them,
then they were probably captured by some tribe just like me.
But they could've been taken far north off the 37th parallel.
This will complicate our search.
How would we find the captives on such a large continent?
What would you do, Mr. Ayrton?
- Me, ma'am?
- Yes.
Well... I would return to "Duncan"
and go straight to the location of the shipwreck.
And there I would act according to the circumstances.
"Duncan" needs repair.
So your ship has serious damage?
No, but it requires equipment we don't have.
- So we'll have to go to Melbourne.
- Can you not just sail?
Well, the journey might take long in the headwind,
- and we'd still need to go to Melbourne.
- Then let "Duncan" go to Melbourne,
and we'll get there without it, to the Twofold bay.
But how?
We will cross Australia the same way
as we crossed South America, along the 37th parallel.
And... what about "Duncan"?
Either "Duncan" comes to us, or we come to "Duncan".
It will depend on the circumstances. If during our journey
we will find Captain Grant, we will return to Melbourne together.
And if we continue our search to the coast,
then "Duncan" will come to us.
Well, if the journey is possible...
It is! Possible so much that I propose Lady Ellen and Miss Mary to join us!
That would be wonderful!
- Are you serious, Paganel?
- Quite!
Some 350 kilometers across a pretty populated area,
that has roads, trains...
It'll be like a walk from London to Edinburgh!
You are a tempter, Paganel...
- So, Paganel...
- Yes?
How do you plan to cross Australia?
Riding... on your telescope?
You'll need horses.
You can buy horses in the neighbouring village.
I'll help you buy everything necessary
for a long trip.
M'lord, it seems to me that I would be useful to you on this journey?
My assistant Tom Austin will carry out the repairs
and transfer the ship to where necessary at the set time.
Tom is a man of discipline!
You're going with us.
It's better for you to be present,
when we find Miss Mary's father.
And you, Ayrton?
Do you agree to participate in our search?
You have a beautiful ship, Captain!
It's reliable, that's the main thing!
- How many knots does it push?
- 17.
- 17?
- Exactly!
No military ship can catch up with it!
You are right, "Duncan" is a true racing yacht!
Then accept congratulations from a sailor who knows the value of a good ship!
Oh, thank you, Ayrton!
Stay with us, and "Duncan" will be yours!
I'll think about it!
- Would you like a try, m'lady?
- Yes.
Please! Hold it, hold on tight.
I'll be next!
See what I told you! A quite civilized land!
Progress is coming and the poetry of the desert is disappearing.
Where are the Aboriginals, Mr. Paganel?
Oh, Robert! Just a quarter of a century ago we would've met
many local tribes on our way!
A dozen years will pass and this continent
will be stripped of any Aboriginal tribes completely!
Which Aboriginals have you fled form, Ayrton?
This is one of the tribes of inner Australia.
What can a European do among these strangers?
What I did: hunt with them, fish,
partake in battles.
If a European is not stupid and is brave,
he earns a respectable position in the tribe.
But still remains a prisoner?
He's kept an eye on day and night.
And yet you still managed to escape?
Yes, Mr. McNabbs.
I ran away during a battle between mine and the neighbouring tribes.
I just got lucky!
If that would repeat again...
I'd rather prefer eternal slavery instead.
Let's hope that Captain Grant did not attempt to run the same way.
Ayrton, you've lived in Australia for a long time,
do you understand the Aboriginal language well?
Not that well. Every tribe has its dialect.
- But I still can explain myself.
- Say something!
What exactly?
Well, for example... "Good day"?
Owe! - beautiful! I'll remember!
Owe, Australia!
What happened, gentlemen?
Robbery.
- Edward, what happened?
- The postal car has been robbed!
Who did this? The Aboriginals?
No way, gentlemen!
I know the marks on their arms well.
- Shackle marks.
- Yes.
Free passengers from the ships of Her Majesty.
- What, convicts?
- Well, Mr. Paganel,
you were saying that criminals change fast here!
So, Mr. Paganel,
I hope I will have the pleasure of seeing you in my cabin.
Oh, it's very nice, Madame, what are your reception times?
I'm always home for my friends, and you...
And I'm the most devoted of them!
My friends, it's getting dark. We should look for a place to rest.
- Are you tired, Ellen?
- No, not at all!
Is it not time to eat, m'lord?
Let's wait a little, my friend!
Well, how do you feel, my boy?
It's hot!
It is, even though it's winter.
Why? It's July!
July is the coldest month of the Australian winter.
How so?
Did you forget that we are in the Southern Hemisphere?
It's summer in Scotland,
And here in the antipode Australia, it's winter!
Go, go!
Wait!
Stop!
What happened there, Ayrton?
- I heard cracking!
- Where?
The front plank broke. Great!
Just what we needed.
I can bring a blacksmith! He's 10 miles away from here, at the Black Point station.
Black Point...
Go then, Ayrton. We have no other choice.
I hope you'll return by morning.
Oh! A blacksmith is very handy!
My horse has lost its horseshoe.
Mr. Ayrton, is it true that my father is a kind man?
- Was he kind to you?
- Of course, Mr. Robert!
Your father was a man of exceptional kindness!
We all loved him like our own father!
- He's also a great sailor, isn't he?
- And a rare breed of a great captain!
Captain Harry Grant will be overjoyed to see what his son has become,
whom he left as a small child.
What a beautiful horseshoe!
Yes... the horseshoe is strange...
It's the mark of Black Point.
It helps to find escaped horses.
Oh, welcome!
Welcome to the "Mont Blanc" tavern!
- Good afternoon, monsieur!
- Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, sir, glad to meet you!
Good day!
I don't think that a little tavern on this deserted road
can enrich its owner.
Where are you from, gentlemen? Are you Englishmen?
- Scotsmen, sir!
- Oh, what a pleasant surprise!
I haven't seen my compatriots in a long time!
- Hello, Hugh.
- Hello, Ayrton.
What are these mountains called, Mr. Paganel?
The Australian Alps, mademoiselle!
Alps here too? I must say that your fellow geographers
have a rather limited imagination!
These are pocket mountains. We won't even notice passing them!
Who comes to you in this deserted place?
The shepherds, sir! The ones who lead their herds to the mountains.
It's quite crowded here in summer and autumn. Please, gentlemen, please!
Come in, gentlemen, come in! Make yourselves at home!
- It's cool in here.
- Fantastic!
- Yes, yes, please.
- Can I?
"The Australian-New Zealand newspaper."
Interesting...
Here! Listen to what it says.
"Our readers remember that on December 21
a postal car has been robbed
in the area of the Kemden... bridge.
The investigation revealed that this is the work of escaped convicts
who fled from the Perth correctional prison 6 months ago.
There are about 20 people in the gang. Their leader is someone named Ben Joyce.
A very dangerous criminal who arrived to Australia
a few months ago on some ship,
evading the police ever since.
We ask the colonists and squatters to stay alert,
and report any information that can help
to search for the criminals.
The capture of the gang leader Ben Joyce
will be rewarded with 100 pounds.
Chief Inspector of Police...
Mitchell".
This rascal is out to be hanged!
Thank you, sir.
It'll be good to catch him, first of all.
100 pounds is a big sum, and he's not worth it.
I believe that the presence of escaped convicts cannot change our plans.
What do you think about it?
John?
If we didn't have Lady Glenarvan and Miss Grant with us,
I wouldn't have been worried about this gang.
It goes without saying that there is no way that we abandon our mission.
But since there are ladies with us...
Maybe it makes sense to go to Melbourne?
And from there we reach the east coast aboard "Duncan"
and resume our search for Harry Grant?
Your opinion, Major?
I'd like to know... what Ayrton thinks.
The danger is just as there on the southern road as it is on the eastern road.
Both are deserted, both are vile.
Also I think that...
two dozen criminals cannot threaten
six brave and armed people.
Why six?
Did you not count me, Mr. Ayrton?
No, no, kid. Of course I counted you in.
But I forgot about myself!
So there are seven of us.
So, Mary and I are not worth anything?
Oh! Quite right!
You have repeatedly proven your bravery!
So, we are...
nine people!
You know, I also think that a brave man
doesn't need to be afraid of some escaped convicts,
especially since by continuing our journey, we can get on the trail of Captain Grant!
Well, then there is nothing to talk about.
One more consideration, m'lord!
Isn't it time to send an order to "Duncan"
- to keep close to the coast?
- What for?
What if something forces us to go to Melbourne?
In that case we'll regret not having "Duncan" there.
Let's get to the Twofold bay,
and send the order from there.
Ah, it's you, McNabbs!
I thought somebody was circling around the camp.
I thought...
so too.
What a night!
Yes.
Starting tomorrow...
We'll set up patrol duty in the camp.
Well...
That's sensible.
Go!
Go!
Wait! Wait!
What happened, monsieur Paganel?
Ah? Here, my friends...
I was left without a horse!
Robert! Where are you going?
I promised Mr. Olbinett to bring something for dinner.
Do not go far!
Robert! Be careful and do not go far from the camp.
Alright.
It's somewhere close. Wait for me.
What are you doing here?
Is Australia a park, young man?
- Does it belong to someone?
- How did you end up here?
Exactly how you did, Mr. Robert!
Is that your name? I came on a horse.
Why?
I will explain...
Do not come near me!
Do not fool around, Mr. Robert!
Are you really going to shoot a man?
A living man, Mr. Robert?
Do not come near me, I'll shoot! I'll shoot, you see!
I'll call for help! Leave!
I do not understand why I scared you, Mr. Robert.
I had no evil intent towards you.
- What's there?
- Later, later! Let's go!
Well, we have only one horse left.
That survived thanks to the Major.
Yes, it's weird...
I noticed another strange thing.
The only surviving horse was shod by that blacksmith from Black Point.
A mere coincidence.
The sudden horse deaths
trapped the travelers halfway through their journey -
in the heart of Southern Australia.
Now we can go only on foot...
Edward, Mary and I will not be a burden for you! We too can walk on foot.
- Although not as fast...
- Yes, yes, of course!
Right...
Reach the coast, gentlemen! What other options could there be?
What do you say, Ayrton?
I believe that "Duncan"... should be given an order
to sail to the east coast. We need to send a messenger.
What does "Duncan" have to do with this?
Do you really think that if the yacht comes to the Twofold bay
it will be easier for us to reach the coast?
No, but a sailor squad can aid us.
The hardest part of the journey is ahead of us.
We'll have to axe our way through.
What do you say, Major? You're always so silent...
Ayrton talks like a smart and cautious man.
Then we need to pick a messenger.
Who wants to go with the letter?
With your permission, m'lord, I will go.
I know this region.
I can emerge unscathed where others would perish.
Give me the letter, and I swear that "Duncan" will be at the Twofold bay next week.
Well, Ayrton, you are a brave man.
Go on then.
M'lord, how do you spell the name "Ayrton"?
Just as it is pronounced.
You are wrong.
This name is spelled "Ayrton",
but pronounced as...
"Ben Joyce".
Drop your weapon, McNabbs!
God knows I didn't want blood to spill! Farewell!
Cover!
M'lord, move your fingers.
Well, it's all right!
- They fled.
- That's what worries me.
I would prefer to meet with them face to face.
A tiger in the field is not as scary as a snake in tall grass.
- How do you feel, m'lord?
- The wound is not serious.
- The bullet missed the bone.
- We can't sit here and do nothing!
The convicts can get back here any second.
- Then all the pathways will be cut off!
- Speak more clearly, John.
What we wanted to do before Ayrton's betrayal
is even more necessary now!
- You mean the messenger to Melbourne?
- Yes.
I'll bring "Duncan" to the east coast of the Twofold bay,
And together with a squad of sailors I will start moving along the 37th parallel to meet...
I am positively against John Mangles going!
He is the captain of "Duncan"! He must not risk his life!
- Gentlemen, I will go!
- Why you, Paganel?
- Because...
- Friends! Friends, friends!
I see that each one of us is ready to sacrifice their life.
- In that case, we will draw lots!
- Well, that's an idea!
That's fine, except you cannot participate, m'lord.
- Why?
- You are injured!
I feel great and will not give up my part of the risk to anyone.
So, gentlemen, whoever pulls out the broken match is going.
It's your turn, Paganel.
M'lord.
Your turn, John.
- No.
- Olbinett.
I will saddle the horse.
Huh...
Well, gentlemen, I believe that the candidate is worthy.
Of course!
Especially since you've just proven your resourcefulness, Olbinett.
Good luck!
Thank you. I'm ready to go now.
Paganel, sit down. I'll dictate the letter to Tom Austin to you.
Can I have you for a minute? Listen carefully, if you're going...
Are you ready, Paganel?
"To Tom Austin, Melbourne, "Duncan".
I order Tom Austin to sail off immediately,
and lead "Duncan" to the east coast of Australia.
Zealand...
Aland... aland...
"To the east coast of Australia".
"Aland!"
Paganel!
- What's wrong?
- Ah, right!
"And lead "Duncan"... How did you say?
To the east coast of Australia.
But why Australia? Ah, right.
To the east coast...
Aland...
Zealand...
Aland...
Zealand...
It's getting dark, let's not waste time, gentlemen.
- We are counting on you, my friend.
- I will not fail you, m'lord!
- Robert, hold the horse.
- God bless you! Farewell!
Olbinett, please do not forget about this turn! Goodbye!
Goodbye!
Goodbye, Olbinett!
Good luck!
Goodbye!