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[Muttering]

You're a big help, Galen.
We're trying not to leave tracks.

Don't be afraid
to get your feet wet.

My tracks are not cause for suspicion
in this part of the world,

and besides, we are not
quite so fond of water as you humans.

- Yuck.
- Oh, boy.

I wonder if this
is Pismo Beach or Malibu.

Hey, look!

Come on.

Aaah!

Hey, it's an old man, Al.
A survivor.

That's not a survivor.
It's a victim.

Come on, Pete.

Hey!

Watch him, Pete,
but keep moving.

Galen, let me
have your knife.

At least he's
still breathing.

Pete...

somebody must have put him
on the outgoing tide, deliberately.

Let's get him
out of here.

[Groaning]

Here we go.

Hey! Look.
[Muttering]

Yeah, yeah.

- Over here.
- Yeah.

There we go.

- [Sighs]
- There. Hey, there now.

What's your name, huh?

Hey, come on.
You understand?

In shock or deaf?

It's hard to say.
He might not understand us.

I... am dead.

Leave me.

He understands.
I don't.

Hey, listen to me, old man.
Listen to me.

What's your name?
Where do you come from?

I... am dead.

You heard him.
Let's go.

Well, we can't
just leave him here.

You listen to him.

Now, you're just talking
yourself into trouble.

Hey, there you go, pal.

Come on. You want to
tell me your name now?

I am dead.
The gods have willed it.

Look, you know that,
and we know that.

All we'd like to know is, what was
your name while you were still alive?

Gahto.
My name was Gahto.

Gahto, huh? Well, that's a start.
Hey, Pete, look.

[Pete]
For identification, maybe?

[Alan] Maybe. I'll tell you one
thing: ; It's gonna be on there for life.

That's a band
of an enforced labor camp.

He'll be killed if he's found wandering
so far from the permitted area.

- What's a permitted area?
- Oh, it varies.

It's some distance
from the labor center.

It's a method they have
to stop humans from straying.

I am dead.

Believe me.
The gods have willed it.

Somebody sure sold him
a bill of goods.

Question:

If he wants to be dead,
why can't he be dead?

I've known a lot of humans
who would be better off...

Is that your question?

Tsk. Well...

Then here's the answer. Galen, you're
gonna stay here and keep an eye on him.

We're gonna go out
and scout the area,

and see if we can find out
who old Gahto here belongs to.

Does that meet
with your approval?

Come on, Pete.
Let's take a walk.

Hey, don't mind him. He just got up
on the wrong side of the cave, huh?

- See you later.
- Here.

Thanks.

Gahto.

Gahto!

[Scoffs, Sighs]

Shark! Shark!

Man.

If this is Paradise Cove,
they've sure made some changes.

Yeah.

Hey, Pete, look.
The bracelets.

[Sighs]
What do you think?

I don't know, Pete. They've got
a lot of artillery down there.

- [Weapon Cocking]
- [Male Voice] You!

What are you doing here?
Who are you?

Where did you come from?

Well, actually, we were just passing
through. We would've called ahead...

Silence!
This way!

Stop! Stay!

Watch them.

You. You know Gahto?

Wait.
Does Gahto live here?

Looks like old Gahto's got a lot of
acquaintances and no close friends.

Yep.

They're stray humans, sir. I found them
hiding near the fishing area,

probably waiting
to steal fish.

All right,
don't just stand there!

More problems.

Send them in!

Hmm!
That's all I need!

Three wagon loads behind
already this period,

and the fertilizer factory
is wanting more!

More! More! Hmm?

And you, how many fish
do you have in your gullet, eh?

We didn't steal any fish.

Huh! You're wearing
no band of a fisherman.

How else would you get fish
if not by stealing them?

- Well, if you'll let me explain...
- Silence!

If they're not fishermen, they're of no
use to me. Take them out and kill them.

Wait a minute!
You're making a mistake.

We're probably about the two best
fishermen in this part of the world.

If you lie, you die.

Ah, no lie.
On the level.

Nobody, but nobody,
fishes like we do.

Well, how is it that you're not wearing
the bracelet of a fisherman?

We were farmers. We were just released
from a big farm inland.

Because all we've ever wanted to do
was fish. We've been practicing.

You!

You have good wind...
to fish long underwater?

Yes, sir.

Do you have your
release papers?

Uh, no, sir.
Unfortunately, we lost them.

- While we were fishing.
- Oh.

I could use two more
good producers.

Have to discard
the old ones.

It takes forever
to grow the new ones.

Hmm.

We'll let the fire decide.

The fire?

We'll test you tomorrow.

If you can prove your swimming ability
under the sheet of flame,

I'll band you myself.

Two new producers
in the prime.

[Laughing]
Bandor will be delighted.

Actually, I don't think that we're
really ready for swimming under fire.

Then it's out of my hands,
of course.

You will be killed
immediately...

before the gods
can be offended.

Guard them.
No food before the test.

If we have to kill them, I don't want to
waste any fish rations on them.

Quotas, quotas.

- [Scoffs]
- Out!

Here.

Maybe you are not
too dead...

to have one of these.

Come on. Eat.

I have failed the gods.
I am dead.

Uh-huh.

You know, my friends have a saying.
I think it goes something like this:

You are a pain
in the neck.

[Sighs]
And if anything happens to them,

I will personally feed you
to the sharks, piece by piece.

It is the will
of the gods.

Oh, shut up.
[Scoffs]

It is the will of Galen
that you stay right here.

They've been gone
for a whole day.

I'm gonna see if I can find them.
Do you understand?

Well.

[Cheering]

What do you think
his chances are, Pete?

He's probably
been in training.

We get to go that route
without even a test run.

[Cheering]

Well, it can be done.
He made it.

Look at that.
Limbs as strong as a young horse.

Lungs like a whale's.
When the run of the fish is good,

they should produce an extra
200, 300 pounds a day.

Test them.

Come.

Good luck, pal.
Looks like you won the toss.

I say, I think
that's the startin' gun.

[Cheering]

You're a hard act to follow.

[Cheering]

- [Sighs]
- Show-off.

As one big producer
to another,

I hope we've graduated,
we don't have to take any more tests.

- Right.
- Move!

Well, well.

Ho-ho!

Bandor will arrive tomorrow
with new quotas, no doubt.

He will expect me
to squirm and complain.

He always wanted to put
his nephew in charge here.

I think I will surprise Bandor
with these new fishermen.

I want to see his face!
[Laughing]

Bring them along!

- Did they say any more?
- They said nothing.

I am sure they have seen my father.
Gahto is alive.

Silence. If the guards hear you speak
his name, they're gonna punish us all.

The sea has taken him.
It's the law. Now be still.

Well, let them occupy the hut
of the old discarded fisherman.

- Hear that?
- Aha!

There you are.
Now, I warned you...

the next time you strayed, you would
be punished severely, and I meant it!

Now, you come along
with me!

Wait! Stay!
Who are you?

Ah! Permit me
to speak with you, sir.

Stay there!

Oh! Ah!
What a lovely place!

[Grunts]

My name is Zuma, and I am on
this expedition from Central City.

And you have just found
my two rather ignorant servants.

Always wandering off.
You know how it is.

I'm very grateful to you.
I'll just take them now.

Now, hold on.
This is all very irregular.

That's not the story
they told me.

It isn't?
Well, of course it isn't.

They are liars.
Oh, they are the most terrible liars!

They lie all the time
about everything.

But I'll take them
off your hands.

It is out of my hands.
Since they have lied,

only the gods of the sea
can decide their fate.

Hmm. Well, uh, that
sounds reasonable enough.

Who are these gods
of the sea?

The sharks.

I object! I will not have
my servants fed to the sharks...

in order to satisfy
some primitive custom.

I'm sorry, my friend.
It may not appeal...

to your sophisticated
Central City taste,

but in areas of production like this
with minimum security, it is the law.

- Send them out!
- Wait!

At least, let me have
the satisfaction...

of giving these troublesome
humans a piece of my mind.

Oh, very well.

Uhh.

See any chance of getting out
of this at all?

I don't.

Here, take this knife.
It may help.

Remind me to tell you someday
how grateful we both are.

Liars, huh? Zuma!

Enough! Enough!
Send them to the gods!

Watch it, Galen. I don't think they're
really particular who they shoot.

[Guard]
Move!

Stay together
till I reach the kelp.

I'll try to decoy him.

Well... that's that.

Get the production started.

Look!

[Chuckles]

[Cheering]

[Cheering Continues]

Well, I think
that's that.

Your law has been
carried out.

Now I think I'll take my slaves
and be on my way.

I am not so sure
about that.

The boat carrying
old Gahto to the gods,

it's on the beach
with the lacings cut.

Someone has defied the gods.

It is sacrilege.
High treason.

I knew it.
He's alive.

The old man can't be far.
Find him!

I don't think they
can leave just now.

This is a matter
for Bandor to decide.

If the old man lives...
someone must die.

Gahto!

Gahto?

Gahto!

Gahto! Gahto!

Gahto!

Gahto!

Ridiculous.

Come on.

Why did you stop me?
Gahto is dead.

Some of us would be better off
if you were, but you are not.

Now, you have got
to stay out of sight!

- I am dead.
- Oh, I am tempted. I am tempted!

Gahto, unless you stay out of sight,
others may be killed.

Now, you don't want
that to happen, do you?

It does not matter.

May not matter to you, but most humans
do not share your enthusiasm with dying.

I promise you, Gahto,
I promise you,

sooner or later
you will be able to die.

In the meantime,
stay in the cave!

[Grunts]

Hmm.

Hmm.

- Ohh!
- Did you see him?

He was out on the beach.

- Gahto?
- Shh!

Don't mention his name.
Someone might hear you.

- Wish I'd never heard it. Believe me.
- Oh, yeah, me too.

I got him back to the cave.
I hope he stays there.

We'd like to thank you for telling him
we were liars. It was a big help.

Well, I couldn't think of anything else
to do. And besides...

if I hadn't found you,
you two would've been banded...

as fishermen for
the rest of your lives.

We got to do something. There's a big
wheel who's coming in here tomorrow.

Mmm, that's Bandor. He's in charge
of many of the producing areas,

and he's the one who presides over
the banding of the fisherman ceremony.

You're pretty thick with Hurton.
Can't you get us out of here?

I am primarily concerned
that Hurton's patrols do not find Gahto.

If he points you two out,
you will be killed instantly.

Okay...
today you spear fish.

Well, wonderful.

- Move!
- All right.

[Sighs]

[Gunshot]

Where was he when
we needed him yesterday?

[Guard]
Move along, you two!

[Guard]
All right, back in the water!

Move!

Great way
to make a living.

That's why we're doing it,
to keep on living.

Yeah. Yeah, you know,
you go to school, you work hard,

you wind up fishing for raw material
for a fertilizer factory.

Yep.

[Hurton]
Year after year they raise my quotas.

The law requires that I discard
worn-out producers like Gahto,

who can not longer
pass the test,

even before new offspring
can be raised to take their place.

Oh, I do so sympathize
with your problem. Oh!

But then, of course,
these two slaves are mine.

Oh, I'm not too sure
the law of possession holds out here.

After all, they came to me
and asked to be fishermen.

[Laughing]
Oh! But they're liars.

I told you that.
They are such terrible liars.

Oh, but the gods of the sea
said differently.

But they'll try to escape.
I am sure of it.

I'm having them
closely watched.

If they try to leave,
they'll be shot.

Well, then, you will
have gained nothing,

and I will be out
two good slaves.

But I told you,
that is out of my hands.

When Bandor comes for
the ceremony of the bracelets,

he will make the decision.

And because Bandor is as interested
in increased production as you are,

you think that he is going
to decide in your favor?

Are you questioning
the ethics of Bandor?

He has high connections
in Central City.

- Oh.
- He knows Urko himself.

Urko himself!

Oh!

That's what he said.

Well, that's just great.
Bandor knows Urko, and Urko knows us.

All the more reason why we should split
before the big man gets here.

Yeah, I agree, except that Hurton's got
his anti-split devices all over town.

Oh, all of this over old Gahto
who no one wanted in the first place.

Hello.

Gahto is my father.

Come on over here.
It's all right. Galen's a friend.

Sit down.

- Why did they do that to your father?
- It is the law.

So that's why Hurton looked at you
when the rider came in with the news.

Romar, my husband, is afraid we will
both die, that we'll all be punished.

Now listen, we saved your father
against his wishes.

We took him
to a hiding place.

But he could die there
if we don't find some way to help him.

- Take me to him.
- They've got us pretty heavily guarded.

I can help.
You're prisoners here.

But remember, I can come
and go as I please.

So?

Well, if she's with me,

we can just casually
stroll right out of the village.

All right.

Just leave here like
you're just taking a walk.

[Sighs]

Ready for din-din?

- Soma!
- Take it easy. Your wife's all right.

- Where is Soma?
- Quiet. You're gonna wake
the guards' head rifleman.

Our friend took her to see her father,
so just calm down.

It's a trick. The guards are trying to
track us. Soma, it's a trick!

Soma!

Soma! Soma!

[Gunshot]

Wait here!

[Mumbles]

[Panting]
I can't move it.

If you're lucky,
it'll heal.

- I won't be able to
pass the test for Bandor.
- What do you mean?

I knew it. Now I'll be given
to the sea gods like Gahto.

I knew it was death
to mention his name.

Well, you did this.

Sir, a visitor.

[Hurton]
Welcome, Bandor, welcome.

Did you have
a good trip?

- Tiring.
- Mm-hmm.

Whenever you greet me
with such big smiles,

I have the feeling you are holding
bad news behind your back.

Not so. In fact, I have
a special surprise for you.

Hey!
The wagon ropes are gone.

Factory workers are
getting worse and worse.

Not sending
the wagon ropes back.

Go get some
in the storehouse.

- You should've checked.
- I should've checked? How about you?

Well, one of'em
should've checked.

Check.

Thank you.

"I am not interested
in projections.

I am interested
in production."

My nephew said that...
very cleverly.

Yes, very clever.

Unfortunately, we cannot
catch fish with words.

Or promises.
What is this great news?

You have three young ones
for me to band...

to replace the old one
you discarded?

Only one has been raised
to age and size,

but two full-grown
fishermen have joined us,

like they were sent
by the gods.

Uh! Now Hurton is claiming
partnership with the gods.

Bring in the two
new fishermen!

You'll see.
Two excellent recruits.

They not only spear fish
while swimming under the test of fire,

they kill sharks
with their bare hands.

Two full-grown fishermen
for you to band.

Sent by the gods,
you say?

Well... actually...

they are runaway slaves...

once owned by a rather irresponsible
chimpanzee named... Zuma.

Ah, I knew there was
some catch to it.

I dispute his claim to them.

He's here... to claim them.
Does he have papers?

Here, you see? Strong.

Many prime years
of production in them.

You say this Zuma
has no papers?

None. Or why would he have stolen
one of our female slaves?

Skins have not been long
in the water.

But they kill sharks
with their bare hands.

I would say this Zuma
has made an unwise move.

We will just let him keep
his worthless female.

Tomorrow, at the ceremony,

I will band
these two myself.

I knew you would decide
quickly and fairly.

Someone has to keep
these producing villages going.

[Alan]
Pete, the fish is burning.

[Pete] I don't care
if I ever see another fish again, ever.

I don't feel much like
spearing fish and ducking sharks
for the rest of my life, either.

This thing
better work, Alan.

It will, Pete,

or we're gonna be fitted
with a pair of permanent handcuffs.

You, human.

Don't worry.
Everything's settled.

You and your father have nothing
to worry about. Come along. There.

New areas are being
opened for crops.

More fertilizer is needed,

which means more fish.

There must be a limit.

We cannot just keep
increasing production.

Now, now, if you keep getting these
godsend producers...

- And where are they?
- What?

Well, I don't see
these two new surprises,

who kill sharks
with their bare hands.

Guard, where are
the two new producers?

Sir, they're missing.
They're not here.

Missing?

Your surprises are getting
tiresome, Hurton.

[Gong Chiming]

[Murmuring]

Okay, Al!
Let's go fishing!

There they are!

- Shoot them!
- Wait!

All right, Gahto,

this is where you stop
being a dead discard...

and become a live hero.

If you want your daughter
to live, go.

Huh.

Gahto?

That's it!
Bring it in!

There!

Easy! Easy!

Well!

- Very good.
- What is this?

Fish by the dozens
from some...

From a net, mighty Bandor.

It can trap more fish in a few hours
than your men could spear in a month.

Just another of the surprises
I promised you.

And even old men and women
can fish in this way.

You'll have all the fish you need,
and the gods will be pleased.

So you can let your old people and
your injured live on in your village.

Well, that is so!
That is certainly so.

All part of my plan.

Now the producers will have
all they want to eat,

and the security problems
will be almost eliminated.

What has this discard to do
with your plan, Hurton?

Er, uh...

Mighty Bandor, Hurton has saved
his greatest surprise for last.

Tell him, Zuma.

Oh, uh,
this magic webbing,

which brings in fish,
is all Gahto's idea.

And Hurton has saved Gahto...

so that he can teach others
how to make and mend the webbing.

It's easy.

Hurton, I knew
you could do it.

Now, that is why
I have kept you on here,

despite all efforts
of those higher-ups...

to replace you
with my nephew.

I appreciate it.

I always do my best,
as you can see.

Extra rations for all
from now on!

[Cheering]

A celebration.

First, we start
with the banding ceremony.

Uh, sir, would
the mighty Bandor...

do us the honor of assisting
in the greatest catch of all?

- And what is that?
- Come with me, sir.

It's not fitting the greatest bounty
of the sea should be taken by a human.

Therefore, this revolving
reel will be held by Zuma.

I don't understand.

Oh, uh, you see, uh...

the largest fish
can break the net.

But this cord...

will entangle it
in its loop.

Uh-huh, yes.
Well... here.

You hold tight.

- Tight? Tight.
- Tight.

Come on, now! Come along.
We must not keep Bandor waiting.

Aye, aye, sir.

- [Laughing]
- You watch this.

Mmm.

[Bandor Muttering]

Mm-hmm. Hmm.

Grab a paddle.
Would you rather swim?

Me? Ugh!

End of the line.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Shoot! Shoot!

At what?

[Muttering]

[Laughing, Sighing]

I said you were liars. I just had
no idea you were that good at it.

Hey, listen, Galen, as soon as
we're away, I want to talk with you.

And I'd like to discuss
this owner/slave relationship with you.

Well, personally, I don't want to have
to pull you two out of another scrape.

By the way...
[Screaming]