All language subtitles for Robinson.Crusoe.1954.1080p.WEBRip

- Being the third
son of a good family,

and not educated to any trade,

my head began to be filled early

with thoughts of leaving
England to see the world.

And thus against the will,
nay the commands of my father,

I broke loose and went to sea.

How true my father's
prophecy of disaster.

For not long after, being in
the latitude of 12 degrees,

18 minutes bound for
Africa to buy Negro slaves

from my fellow planters
in the Brazil's,

a violent tornado came upon
us, which carried us Westward,

far out of the way of
all human commerce.

My only possession,
my only weapon.

I awoke refreshed, yet
half perished with hunger.

Thirsty, without provisions,
with little hope of survival,

I set out to survey my fate.

No other land in site.

I was on an island,
imbarrened by the sea.

The wreck of our ship,
stranded during the night.

Aye!

Aye!

She might slip from the rock.

I must contrive a raft,

and try to save our
precious supplies.

I plundered from the wreck
many chests with all manner

of clothes, tallow,
rum, gunpowder, the
carpenter's tools,

and scores of other
most useful articles.

Not to forget that
fellow survivor, Sam.

Gold. At what use to me?

However, on second thoughts.

Tinder, steal, flint, fire.

Fire! Worth more to me than
all the gold in the world.

How often I'd seen
my servants do this

Yet I, a master to servants,

couldn't even build my own fire.

Rex?

Rex. You're alive,
you're alive too.

Oh, Rex.

What was that, Rex?

What is it?

She was gone.

That fearful sound had been
the death cry of our poor ship.

I regretted all
ironwork, cables,

and lead that had
gone down with her.

Rats, the only things from the
ship I did not want ashore.

No ship would sail by
without my knowledge.

I kept dry branches ready to
flame into a mighty beacon.

My days were hurried,

crowded with all
manner of urgent tasks.

The most urgent of all
was to secure myself

against both wild
beasts and savages.

Meanwhile, the rains approached.

And needing a store room
for all of my supplies.

I found a place where
the earth was easiest,

and started to dig a cave.

As I had never before so
much as handled an ax,

or for that matter,
any other kind of tool,

I was but a very sorry workman.

And all this cost me
a great deal of time.

I became a passible good
shot, and with good cause.

For my constant,
hard manual labor

gave me a most
voracious appetite.

The green coconut and
it's milk, I found to be

most wholesome,
cool, and refreshing.

My eleventh month.

Days passed and hunting
wild fowl, preparing food,

trips to my lookout hill to
search for site of ships.

One day much like
another, uneventful and.

I'm sick.

Chills.

Fever, getting worse.

Help. Help me!

In this sickened sleep, I
had this terrible dream.

You're here, Father?

- Yes here. Here,
here, here, here, here.

Not there, but here.

Where else would I
be? Are you not here?

- How'd you get here?

- My boy, you should not
leave your native country.

At my house, with your
dear mother and me,

you had the very best
of all possible worlds.

- Yes, yes. I remember
all you told me.

You were right.

Give me water.

- I told you how well all off.

Days of misery, and
labor, and hardship,

and mankind's low estate,
nor yet embarrassed by

the pride, envy, luxury, and
ambition of his upper state.

- Water, father. Give me water.

- Ours is the middle
station of life, my boy.

The middle station, even
Kings would have envied you.

Admit that now, admit it.

- Will you not help me?

I want water.

- Why did you fling yourself
into this stupid adventure?

Did you not know that your
mother and I were praying

that God would not
separate us from you?

You were always wayward.

- Water.
Bring me water.

- Your mother and
I will forgive you.

But remember, God
will not forgive you.

He will not forgive you.

You will die like a
dog. You will die.

- I will die.

I will die.

I awoke week, yet clear of head.

Whether I had slept
for one whole day

or more, I could
never be certain.

But my first thought
was for water.

Did not the Brazilians
have some physic

to prevent recurrence of fevers?

Of course, tobacco mixed in rum.

In that chest I found a
cure for both body and soul.

Come to me in the
day of trouble, and
I will deliver thee.

And thou shalt glorify me.

Yes it's true.

Only he can deliver
me from this place.

I now respected the Sabbath,

and so marked that day
differently from all others.

That's the last of it, Rex.

At times we denied
this, staff of life.

I recalled a grass
I had observed

to sprout and start
to grow, grain.

That's which in
England we called corn,

and in the new world
they called wheat.

Some few seeds must have come
ashore with me from the ship.

With the Lord's help, I
could try to raise a crop.

Meanwhile, I set out to make

a more perfect
discovery of my domain.

I found great amounts of
cocoa, orange and lemon trees,

sugar cane, tobacco,
and bananas.

I discovered the
turtle, which furnishes

an abundance and savory flesh,

great quantities of
most use for the shell.

And even turtle eggs.

Also that other sea
beast, the octopus.

Which they say some people
have the fortitude to eat.

Parrots, which were known to me.

And other birds,
which were foreign.

Animals I did not recognize,

and those I did, goats.

It was a most
unusually clear day.

Land.

Could I not hack out
a canoe, sail to it?

I hued out a tiny sailing canoe,

was swept up to sea
by some great current.

Thanks only to a
sudden gail of wind,

was I even fortunate enough
to get back on shore.

At other ventures, I
was more successful.

Pretty Polly.

Here Polly, here Polly.
On my finger, Polly.

Call Rex, Polly. Here
Rex, come here Rex.

Tell me only this. Where
did you find their father?

Do you know?

The one mystery of the
island I never solved.

Due to sewing during dry season,

first half of seed
complete loss.

Second half now in
ground, hope for best.

Yet, just as it seemed the
best would come to pass,

and I might finally triumph
over the sun and the rain,

I was threatened by a
new enemy, the birds.

They came down in my
field like a plague,

a ruthless devouring army.

I fought for the wheat as
though it were my life,

used every weapon to
frighten and kill.

Hungry, Rex?

You can wag your tail.

But you cannot talk to me.

Five years.

The fifth anniversary
of the day I landed.

Time to celebrate.

- Here, Rex. Here, Rex.

- I do.

I did.

This is a day.

A day.

What a day this is.

- Poor Robin.

- I have nothing further to say.

♪ To health for the
Queen and the lofty sea ♪

♪ Who fight with the
men so well with me ♪

♪ All it takes is
one with a friend ♪

- My friends.

My old friends.

- Robin.

- Robin.
- Robin.

♪ Nobody came for me

- The
best friend we had.

- I remember you all.

Hooray for friendship.

Hip hip, hooray!

Hip hip, hooray!

Hip hip, hooray!

I hear they'll
only take us dead.

They'll keep us together,
stuck one to another.

Until there was Rexy.

♪ Until united pleasure brings

- Colin, you're health.

Martin, to you.

To you, Campbell.

♪ We vow to fight

♪ All up and down the sound

♪ Sound off sound off now
among the dead men let them ♪

- At last, a full harvest.

Now it could be truly said,
I worked for my bread.

Patty cake, patty cake, bakers.

♪ Bakers man bake me a fast
just as fast as you can ♪

Be patient, Rex.

Sing for your supper, Pol.

Unleavened, course, burnt.

The most delicious
meal of my life.

I built a bar.

So that I fancied now, I
was Lord of the whole manor,

and had my country house
and my sea coast house too.

I perfected myself in own tasks,

and was forced to
learn new ones.

In short, I learned to master
everything in my island,

except myself.

For sometimes in the
midst of my work,

the anguish of my
soul and my loneliness

would break out upon
me like a storm.

Escape.

No matter the dangers,
I must do something

to escape this
tomb, this prison.

My heart died within me.

Alone.

Alone.

Forever alone.

I was a prisoner,

locked up by the eternal bars
and bullets of the ocean.

Days became weeks. Weeks became
months. Months became years.

I quite gave up looking
to sea for ships.

In time, my linen clothes
rotted, my cats all ran wild.

My faithful dog,
weakened by age,

could no longer keep up with
the hunt he so dearly loved.

Rex. Rex.

What's wrong?

Rex?

Come on boy. Eat Rex, eat.

Poor Rex, poor boy.

Would like a tasty? A
dove? A pigeon's eggs?

Now, you just wait there for me.

- Here, Rex. Here, Rex.

- Now truly alone,
starved for the sound

of another voice, any voice.

I would rush to my
valley of the echo.

The Lord

- The Lord

- is my shepherd.

- is my shepherd.
Is my shepherd.

- I shall not want.

- I shall not
want. I shall not want.

- He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.

- Green pastures.

- He leadeth me

- He leadeth
me. He leadeth me.

- beside still waters.

- Still
waters. Still waters.

- He restoreth

- He restoreth

- my soul.

- my soul. My soul.

- My soul!

- My soul!
My soul! My soul!

- Dreadful fancies
possessed my mind.

I fought to save my sanity.

Lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me
beside still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

Green pastures.

Green pasture.

Scriptures came
meaningless to my eyes.

The world seemed
but a whirling ball,

it's oceans and
continents a green scum.

And myself of no
purpose, and no meaning.

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Had anyone in England
met such an odd creature

as I was in my eighteenth
year of solitude,

it must either have
frightened them,

or caused a great
deal of laughter.

My little friends.

I don't know what to call you,

but you are my little
friends aren't you?

Just, you wait there in your
homes, and I'll feed you.

You're hungry too, aren't you?

Here's a morsel for you.

Go on, get him. Get
him, get him, get him.

There.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Condemned to all those years
of loneliness, now trembling

at the very apprehension
of seeing another human.

How mad men are,
possessed by fear.

I even scattered
my pinned cattle,

so they would not
betray my presence.

- Hello, Robin. Hello, Robin.

Man eaters.

From that very land I had
once thought to sail to.

Revolted, horrified.

All that night I
observed the cannibals

at their ghastly entertainment.

They left on the morning tide,

but how soon the tide
would bring them back.

How many times have they
come and gone while I,

unknowing, was on my
side of the island.

I was in a murdering humor.

I even thought to lure
them to my castle,

and from ambush slaughter 20
or 30 of the naked wretches.

I knew no peace for
months and months.

100 times I was just about to
let fly at them in my sleep.

I contrived what
I called my bomb.

Now I had my bomb.
I had a vision.

I imagined how easily
I might set a trap,

and these monsters
might be destroyed.

After passion, hatred, I
realized I had no evidence

and right to be
judge and executioner

on these people who
had done me no injury.

I would leave them
to God's justice.

I would not interfere with them,

unless they attacked me first.

I moved about my island with
the greatest of caution,

never knowing when
their attack might come.

They had two victims.

While they strung
one up for slaughter,

I saw that the second
tried to make his escape.

Here, here.

Stop.

No no, no no no.
Here, here, here here.

Up, up, up now.

Up, up. I shall not harm you.

Here, up up. Here, up, up.

Him, him, you, underground.
Underground, out of sight.

Him him.

Him.

Him under.

Here here, up, up. Up, up.

What is your name?

What is your name?

Your name? Name?

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.

Come here. Come here.

Come here!

You Friday.

You Friday, Friday.

- Friday.

- No, Friday.

- Friday

- Master. Master.

- Master.

- Friday, Master friends.

- Friends.

- Friends.

Eat.

Eat.

No, no eat man. Wrong, wrong.

Friday, this good. Eat.

I dare not sleep.

If the cannibals
failed to come at me

before morning, he might.

The cannibals had departed,
fortunately for me,

without so much as a search
for their missing companions.

I would not let him
handle any weapon.

I used my musket to ensure

his continued fear
and respect of me.

I put a strong door to my cave,

so he could not take
me unawares at night.

How reassuring it was to see
him eat the flesh of animals,

knowing that the only
source for that other meat

he so relished, would be myself.

- Master!

- Someday, if you're good,
I'll teach you to smoke.

How pleasant it was,

once more to have a servant.

Friday, what's this?

- Milk.

- And this?

- Bread.

- No no,
Friday. Use a fork.

Friday, what's this?

- Plate.

- This Friday?

- Meat.

- Good Friday. Very good.

What do you see?

- Inside black line.

- Is your land, your nation.

- Inside?

- No, there.

But with this, it appears near.

There is your
nation, your people.

- Oh, happy. There see
my nation, my people.

- Why do you always come
hither, to this island?

God said only good
place. Have to kill here.

- And you would like to
go back to your nation?

- Yes, oh yes. Like
go back, Friday.

Friday happy there,
see my people.

- I understand.

Suppose a horde of
his countrymen were
to visit the island?

Would he not, forgetting
all obligation to me,

either return with them
to his native country,

or worse still, lead them to
plunder my precious possessions

and even join in the
feast upon myself?

Friday!

Why are you here Friday?
What do you want?

- Smoke good for
Master, good for Friday.

- Go. If you want something
again, ask me first.

Had he truly remembered my
promise that he might smoke?

No, I could not trust him
through another night.

You can go to bed now.

- Not finish work.

- Did you hear me? Go to bed!

So long ago, I had
intended these for slaves.

Sit up.

Give me your ankles, your legs.

- Why you tie Friday?

- I'm your master, I
shall do as pleases me.

You forced me to this.

Now at least I can sleep.

- Take off quickly.
Friday foot, kills.

You have decided.

Did you want to tell me the
other day you want to go away?

Go back to your own nation?

That you want to go
back to your people?

- Yes, go with
you. Only with you.

- They'd kill me.

- I tell you save
life, you friend.

- They'd still kill me.

- No, no kill. My
people obey Friday.

Friday love Master always.

- Friday, sit down.

I cannot hold you here by force.

Perhaps it will be
better if you go back.

- You take.

Kill Friday.

- What must I kill you for?

- Take, kill Friday.
No send Friday away.

- Friday.

Friday?

Forgive me, Friday, forgive me.

I want you to be my friend.

I will never leave here.

But if you want to go, do so.

- Friday, over there. Wild pigs.

How wrong I had been.

Friday was as loyal a friend
has ever man could want.

With his many different skills,

he enrichened my
life on the island.

We found that two
working together,

could do far more than
two working separately.

Friday?

You like?

You know what it is?

- Beautiful. Beautiful
present from that.

- That I saved from the devil.

No no, you would not
understand Friday.

Will Master give
Friday one, two, three?

- You take them
all, amuse yourself.

If you get tired of them,
throw them into the sea.

- Master! Look at Friday!

Beautiful call
for war.

- Take that off.

These were the happiest years

of all the life I
led in my island.

Sit down Friday.

So you understand, Friday?

The Devil is God's enemy
in the hearts of men.

He uses all his malice and skill

to destroy the
kingdom of Christ.

- But Master say God
is so strong, so great.

Is he not much more
strong as Devil?

- Yes, yes Friday. God is
stronger than the Devil.

He is above the Devil,
therefore we pray to God.

- But if God is much
more strong as Devil,

why God not kill Devil, so
make him no more wicked?

- What say Friday? What say?

- If God be most strong, why
he not kill Devil, kill sin?

- Well, you see Friday.

Without the Devil, there'd
be no temptation, and no sin.

The devil must be
there for us to have

a chance to choose
sin or resist it.

- Is God, let Devil tempt us?

- Yes.

- Then why God mad, when we sin?

- You understand,
don't you Pols?

Friday can't get these
things into his head.

You understand, don't you?

28 years on the island.

The desire to escape
still burned within me.

And now, counting on
Friday's skill and knowledge,

I contemplated the
manufacturer of a craft

large enough to carry us
to the Spanish country,

which Friday told me
laid to the North.

We devoted weeks to
selecting a proper tree.

This would be my last chance

to see my native
England before I died.

Where'd he come from?

- There.

- Better get out of sight.
There must be others.

- Master, Master.

- Look.

Come on.

Now rehearsal,
for the last time.

There they are, here we
are behind the fence.

Now we'll see.

Boom.

- Boom.

- Boom.

- Boom.

- No no no, no
tinder, no tinder.

- White men, like
Master. Friends?

- Come on.

Move now.

Fernandez, tie them
to those trees.

We'll come back for you when
we've got water for the ship.

- White men eat prisoners too?

- Eat them? No, Friday.

But murder them? Yes.

- Move now.

- Rope, Master, the rope.

- In spite of my appearance,

I'm not something
that lives in trees.

I'm a man.

- Captain Oberzo.

- Now we can talk.

- But to whom do I speak?

Who are you? Where
have you come from?

- What is your case? Tell me.

- Mutiny, sir.
Engineered by my mate.

Aided by those you
saw him lead ashore.

My boatmen here, and most
of those aboard are loyal.

- It's the mutineers or
control the firearms, sir.

- And your ship?

- As fine as ever bore a sail.

Beyond the reef, waiting
only for the next tide.

- They anchored here
to take on water,

and abandon us when
they surprised and
killed the savages.

- Fernandez?

- Should they return to
the ship, we are lost.

- If we prevent their return,
think it would possible,

armed of course, to
reassert your command?

- Nothing could prevent me.

On two conditions then.

- Agreed.

- First while you
are upon this island,

you will be governed
by my orders.

- Accepted.

- Second, if we
recover your ship,

you will carry me, and my
man, to England passage free.

- Where your home
in China, India,

three times around the world.

- Fernandez?

Fernandez?

- Your mate?

- Yes, leader of the mutiny.

- Fernandez?

- They're going to escape.

- Unless I've forgotten the
ways of civilization, Captain,

they'll not be putting back yet.

- Heave.

- Hey, what's that?

Wait.

Gold.

Where'd you find this?

There?

Let's get it. Take your arms.

Which way?

Come on.

You, take a look.

- There's nobody here.

- Over we go.

- Drop arms!

In the name of the Governor
of this island, drop arms!

Throw arms, or I
blow your head off.

No. Was I that young?

- Master.

The boat's arrived.
The captain is waiting.

- Thank you, Friday.

I didn't expect it yet.

The proof of the pudding.

So that people cannot
say that Crusoe's mad.

Here's a present for
our friends outside.

- You commanded the
captain to punish us

harshly for our sins,
did you not, Governor?

- Nothing of the sort.

I asked the captain to grant
your request to remain here,

rather than return
to the gallows.

You've started ill.

But you'll live to regret
your sacrilegious waste.

I have here,
instructions for you.

Time of planting,
care of livestock,

places of concealment
of weapons and powder.

Information also
as to the savages

who do on occasion
visit this place.

Whether or not you learn
the lessons I have learned,

and survive, I cannot foresee.

But you have something, which
I for years did not have.

Something for which I wept,

for which my could
shriveled and starved.

You have others of your own
kind, you have companions.

You have man.

You can sever the
ropes that bind you.

It should cost you an
hour of painful work.

By then we shall have set sail.

From what you saw today,
Friday, are you not a little

afraid of coming back
with me to civilization?

- If Master is
not, Friday is not.

- And thus
I left the island,

after I had been upon
it eight and 20 years,

two months, and 19 days.