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Goodnight, John.
Goodnight, milord.
Goodnight, milady.

Goodnight.

Excuse me, sir.

Is that
Lord Glenarvan's yacht?

It is.

Well, we'd like
to see him, please.

Oh, would you, now?

He'll be horribly hurt
to know you didn't arrive
for the start of the party.

We didn't even
know about it.

I bring news
of one of his ships,
disappeared at sea.

A message from Captain Grant
of the Britannia.

Captain Grant?
Why, he's dead, isn't he?

And just how would he get
a bottle where he's at?

Go on. Get on with you.

Captain Grant's our father,
and he's not dead.

I'm Mary Grant,
and this is
my brother, Robert.

Oh, no offense intended, miss.

He was a good man, he was.
The best this line ever had.

It's just that it's,
uh, hard to take serious,

the note
in the bottle, I mean.

Still, I suppose
it could happen.

And that's why we just
have to see his lordship
before he sails.

Oh, I'm sorry, miss.
I've had my orders.

Nobody aboard
except invited guests.

But we've come all the way
from Plymouth today.
It has cost me my last franc.

And we haven't
had a thing to eat.

So that's it.
Another trick, is it?

Get out of here
with your wild tales,
your hard-luck stories.

You almost had me
taken in for a minute.

Go on. Stand clear
of the gate there.

Come on, Robert.

Lovely.
Goodnight to you.

You two, come back here!

Come back, I said.

You children,
come here at once!

Did you hear me?

Good evening.

Come back, I said!
Come back at once!
Good evening.

Come out now, matey,
wherever you are.

You wouldn't want me
to lose my bloomin' job now,
would you?

How do we get past this one?

Goodnight, sir.

Oh, very simple.

Just walk nonchalantly,
up the plank backwards.

Yes, with all the confusion,

he won't be able to tell you
from the departing guests.

Go on, now. Go on.

Goodnight, sir, madam.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight, sir, madam.

Come on.

You now.

Go on. Go on, go on!

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight.

Little boy, would you
be so kind as to
get my wrap for me?

I think I left it
in the salon.

You children,
what are you doing there?

Stop those children!

Evening.
Come back, you two!

Good evening.
Good evening, sir.

Come back. Stop, you two!
Come on. Stop!

Come back, you two.
Come back!

MAN: May I give you
some more turkey?
WOMAN: Thank you.

Not too much.
The salmon is delicious.

WOMAN: I hear Lord Glenarvan
is going to Venezuela
again this year.

MAN: Yes. He so much
enjoys the seasons.

MAN: How long does he plan
to be away this time?

MAN: He seems very proud
of this new, uh, steamer.

Good evening.

(MOUTHING)

Uh-Uh, cloves from Madagascar.

It is not bad for English ham.

Oh, excuse me, madam.

(SCREAMING)

WOMAN: There's someone
under the table! Look!

There they are!
Head them off
the other way.

Steward! Steward!
Up there on the deck!

Oh, let me go!
Why?

Come back, you two!
Come back!

Oh, come here.
Come here now, then.
I got you! I got you!

Oh, let me go!

You leave him alone!
Oh!

Oh. It's you,
your lordship. Isn't it?

I daresay,
but who are you?

Oh, please, your lordship,
we must speak to you.

We've come all the way
from Plymouth.

I'm Mary Grant,
and this is my brother.

Our father's Captain Grant.
On the Britannia.

And he's alive.
With two of his men.

And you must send
a ship to bring them back.

As quick as you can.
Now, just a minute.

Come along.
We'll talk it over.

Now, then, how do you know
your father's still alive?

He put a note in a bottle.

And a French professor,
Monsieur Paganel, he found it.

Oh-Oh, that again.

What do you mean?

My dear children,
ever since
I posted the reward

for news of your
father's ship,

people have been turning up
with notes they claim
to have found in bottles.

How many is this, John?
Uh, 22, Father.

If I had my way,
every last one
of the culprits

would be hanged
from the yardarms!

Exploiting human misery,
that's what it is.

Nothing more vicious,
more treacherous.

But it is from my father.
I can tell.

Monsieur Paganel,
show them the note
you found in the bottle.

Voila.

Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
Wrong bottle.

Ah, this is the one.

First question always,
where'd you find the bottle?

Well, y-you see, milord,
I-I went fishing
with some students.

And I suppose
you cut open a fish and
found the bottle inside.

Oui, oui, milord,
a 220-pound shark!

Osborne, throw this man
off the ship before I
turn him over to the police.

No, your lordship.

But it is the truth,
what I tell you.

Ridiculous.
Why should a shark
want to swallow a bottle?

Oh, what was in his mind,
I don't know.

I tell you only what
was in his stomach.

You make a career of this,
do you, exploiting children?

I am Jacques Eliacin
Francois Paganel.

Professor of geography,
Universite of Paris.

My credentials, milord. Oh!

Forged, I imagine,
like the note in the bottle.
All right, Steward.

Come along.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

Oh, no, your lordship,
you can't!

Monsieur Paganel's our friend.

Just a minute, children.
I have something
to say to you.

If we could be
alone for a moment.

Take your hands
off me, messieurs.

Never have I been thrown
from anyplace in my life.

Let's not set a precedent.

My dear children,
don't you think I'd be
the first to respond

if I thought there was
the slightest chance
of finding your father

or any of his crew alive?

I'd go to the ends
of the earth,
and that's no idle boast.

The Glenarvan motto,
"Persevero."

It's been the family creed
for 800 years.

But it's not a hoax.
I saw the note myself,

and I know
my father wrote it.

The way he makes his letters.
I can tell.

Just a little more clever
than the rest, that's all.

When you consider the odds,
it would be fantastic
just finding the bottle.

But this business about it
being swallowed by a shark...

Well, what would
my father have to do?

Come back here
himself and say,

"Yes, I wrote the note.
Now come and find me."

Did I understand
you to say you came all
the way from Plymouth?

Tell Osborne to get
cabins ready for 'em.

We'll drop them
off there on the way.

Very well.
But what about
Monsieur Paganel?

We can't go off here
and leave him.

Now, my dear,
I'm only doing
what's best for you.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Now, then,
how'd he get past you
in the first place?

Well, how did he
get past you,
if it comes to that?

Now, wait a minute.
Oh, here's his
lordship's wine.

And about time too.

A bit late,
aren't you, Charlie?

It'll be a pretty rough trip
if his lordship
doesn't get his wine.

Uh, follow me, please.

This way, miss.
Cabin number five
on the starboard side.

(PAGANEL CALLING OUT)

Of course, Richard's
a lot older than you.

Maybe not actually
in years, but...

Oh, he's been around more.

I don't know what
you mean by that.

After all, there's
probably nobody else
in the world my age

who's made
as many trips to
the Mediterranean as I have.

Well, that's just it!
I mean...

Have you ever been to, oh,
South America, for instance?

As a matter of fact, no.

MARY: Pacific Ocean.
Ever seen that?

It's only an ocean.

Perhaps you should
have waited and had
breakfast with my father.

He's the one who'd have to
give the order to change
course for South America.

Oh, he would go.
Nothing could stop him.

If it were for something
you could really believe in,

and not this note in a bottle.

Let me ask you something.

If you were a castaway
and you had a bottle,

wouldn't you put a note in it
and throw it into the sea?

Oh, I don't think so.

After all, it's such
a small chance, isn't it?

Well, what
would you do, then?

Just sit there with
the empty bottle until
you died or something?

All right.
I suppose I would try it.

But I wouldn't expect
someone to find it
inside a shark.

Well, if that's where
they did find it.

You wouldn't expect them
to just forget about you,
would you?

You never
saw that Frenchman
before in your life,

did you, until he
showed up with the bottle?

And yet, you believe
every word he says.

And no matter what he says,
you and your father
refuse to believe him.

Suppose I told you
that I'd found a bottle
with a note in it.

Would you believe me?
Well, did you?

Yes.
And what did it say?

It said,

"Disregard first message."

Oh, I suppose you think
that's funny, don't you?

You've got your father,
so to you
this is just a big joke.

Now, wait a minute.
I'm not making a joke of it.

I'm just trying to show you.

Please, do you mind?

I'll make you an offer.
What kind of an offer?

I don't necessarily believe
this story about the shark
swallowing the bottle.

But I am getting a little
fed up with these infernal
trips to the Mediterranean.

(GASPING)

Down, boy. Good old boy.
I'll bring you a bone
or something later.

That's a good boy.

(BARKING)

Oh, uh, bonjour.

In case you've emptied
your own pockets.

And just don't let
any shark get this
away from you.

Thank you.

I assure you, mademoiselle,
your case shall be
properly presented.

After all, Father,
suppose it was
you cast away.

Do you think I would
give up if I had even
the slightest clue?

I'd live up to all
the legends of Glenarvan.

Persevere,
if I had to move
heaven and earth.

Why don't we try
Corsica for a change?

Father, will you
listen to me?
Haven't been there
for years.

Suppose you were
a castaway and
you had a bottle.

You wouldn't just sit there
staring at it until you died
or something, would you?

You'd at least try
putting a note into it.

And suppose for some
strange reason it did
get swallowed by a shark.

Most unlikely, I'd say.

Very well, then.
If you won't listen,

I shall be getting
off at Plymouth with
Mary and Robert.

Oh, come,
come, come, come.

I feel very strongly
about this, Father.

My dear boy, if that's
the way you feel about it,

let's have a look
at the blasted note.
Where is it?

In the bottle.

Well, where's the bottle?

The Frenchman has it.

Confound it,
where's the Frenchman?

You had him thrown off
the ship in Glasgow.

That's a fine thing.

When I really want
something, no one takes
the slightest notice.

If I happen to drop
a casual remark...
Casual remark?

"Throw him off the ship
before I call the police!

"We ought to hang him
from the yardarm."

Now we're in a deuce of a fix.
That Frenchman might be
anywhere by now.

Where's Captain Mangles?

Tell Captain Mangles to...
Oh! Oui, milord?

Good gracious,
the Frenchman!

I thought...
Oh, but I give you my word,
I was put off the ship.

Fortunately, I do not let
such things upset me.

The note, milord.

Well, this is useless.
There's practically
nothing of it left.

Ah, but with a little study,
a little intelligence...

It is possible
to make out what is said.

You will see one thing
w-without question.

Their location is given
as 37 degrees,

11 minutes,
southern latitude.

That's no good
without the longitude.

Consider first, milord,
on the 37th parallel,

there are only a few
places they could be.

That's what
I've always said.

If Captain Grant's anywhere
at all, he's in Australia.

It's only logical
if you know anything about
shipping and commerce.

Use the head, milord.

The note makes reference
to being captured, no?

And you can
make out the word
"Indian" or "Indians."

So where on the
37th parallel would they
be captured by Indians?

Australia, of course!

Aboriginals, yes.
Indians, no.

By George! I've got it.
South America.
Couldn't be anywhere else.

And if he was
captured by Indians,
he'd be on the West Coast.

It's a matter
of simple logic, monsieur.

We'll go there and follow
the 37th parallel
over the Andes,

until we find
Captain Grant.

Osborne, find Captain Mangles!
Tell him I'm going to
change course.

Thank you, milord!
Thank you!
Oh!

Now, just a minute.

Don't forget that
it was me who arranged...

Thank you!

Thank you, milord!
Thank you, milord!

Oh, please!
I'm an Englishman,
you know.

(ALL SINGING IN FRENCH)

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

(BOTH SINGING)

There, milord,
is where we must go.
The pass of Antuco.

Then follow the parallel
until we find Captain Grant.

Ha, jolly good trick to throw
a bottle into the ocean
from up there, I must say.

Ah, but could he not put
the bottle into a river?

And would it not flow
down to the sea, eh?

(SINGING)

No, no. Grimpons.

Grimpons.

That means
"let's climb."

It is the French recipe
for the good life.

Whatever you want to do,
don't be afraid to do it
for fear of failure.

* Don't be afraid
of the beautiful and
high mountain

* Let's climb,
let's climb let's climb,
let's climb, let's climb

* Let's climb,
let's climb, let's climb

* Don't be afraid of
the beautiful
and high mountain

* Let's climb,
let's climb, let's climb
* Let's climb, let's climb

* And if we fall, crash, bang

* And die a terrible death

* Never mind,
we've had the joy
the joy of the climb

* Oh, don't be afraid of
the beautiful
and high mountain

* Let's climb, let's climb,
let's climb let's climb,
let's climb

* Let's climb, let's climb,
let's climb let's climb,
let's climb

* Let's climb, let's climb,
let's climb let's climb,
let's climb *

Oh, look! Look!
Straight down
that valley there.

Where?

Do you see it, milord?

A river into which
one might throw a bottle.

By Jove, yes!

And an Indian village.

I'd say, this could be
just the place, couldn't it?
Have a look, my dear.

Better make camp here
tonight and get
an early start in the morning.

Hey, you, make camp.
Stay here tonight.

No stay. Trango peeray.
Huh?

Trango peeray.

What's the fellow
talking about?

Ah, it is not Spanish.

It must be a local
Indian term.

Hey, hey, hey.
What means trango peeray?

Trango peeray. Trango peeray.

Oh, I...
I think he wants to tell us...

It gets, uh,
terribly cold up here.

Oh, we build a fire,
no matter how cold.

No matter how
trango peeray,
we stay in hut.

No stay.

Listen to me.
I tell you when to go
and when to stay.

No stay.

We stay here tonight!

You stay. We go.

Don't you dare
to try and tell me!

I think the fellow
really means it.

Well, that's done it.
Without the horses,
we're helpless.

We'll never make it.

Well, can't we still
go on on foot?

But of course,
mademoiselle.

The Araucanians have
crossed these mountains

on foot
for hundreds of years.

Even drive their sheep.

Oh, good!
When do we start?

We're not gonna start.

I'm not gonna go
leaping about like a...

...like a confounded
mountain sheep, thank you.

Oh, please,
your lordship, please!

No, no, mademoiselle.
Uh, he's right.

We'll, uh,
return to the ship
with the Indians

and get some crewmen
who are younger.

Age has got nothing
whatever to do with it.

I'll take over and
lead the-the expedition.

You can remain
in your deck chair.

You lead the way? Ridiculous!
Have the whole lot
of you lost in no time.

On the other hand,

with me in command,
it would take a
great deal more than,

ha, trango peeray
to turn us back.

That's right, isn't it?

ALL: Right, your lordship.

Monsieur Paganel,
do you think we
might have one tonight?

When you are
in the poultry yard,

it is a good time to wish
you catch the egg.

See?

Look at this. See?

Any slight tremor
of the earth,
and it starts to swing.

But if you're asleep,
how could you tell?

Oh, maybe all night I sleep,
uh, with one eye open.

Perhaps his lordship
will sleep better

if we do not tell him
before tomorrow

what trango peeray
means, eh?

Your pleasure,
mademoiselle.

* Castaway, castaway

* Trust in your star

* You know I will find you

* Wherever you are

* Though all your dreams

* May be tossed by the tide

* Cling to your hopes

* Never cast them aside

* Castaway, castaway

* Though you may be

* Lost in the wilderness

* Over the sea

* I will discover

* Your castaway shore

* Then you'll

* Be a castaway

* No more

* You'll be

* A castaway

* No more

It's my father's favorite.

Ever since I was
a little girl,
I've always thought it sad.

Not the way you sang it.

Oh, it's just
the way I feel tonight,
I suppose.

Oh, it's all so exciting.

We're up here.

Father's down there.

The stars pointing the way.

It's almost like
being in heaven.

I know.

Ah, there you are,
my boy.

Better get some sleep,
you know.
Got an early start.

We're too
excited to sleep.
Mm, so I see.

You'd better
come along with me,
just the same.

Wait. I want to make
a wish on that star.

What could you wish for
that you haven't got?

That my father would go
somewhere and get lost.

Just for a little while,
you understand.

What on earth
are you doing?

This is to wake me up.

Wake you up?
Yes, in case...

In case what?

Oh, nothing.

And what is this, may I ask?

My watch, milord.

Perhaps I want to
look at it during the night.

How very peculiar.

Oh, Robert, really.
Do put those things away.

But if there's an earthquake,
I want to be sure and see it.

Earthquake?
Who said anything
about an earthquake?

Oh, I'm so stupid, milord.

I didn't realize
it until later.

The Indian,
when he did, uh...

That, you see?

He did not mean
it was cold. No.

He meant trango peeray,

earthquake!

This is the land
of many earthquakes.

Gracious me.

In the whole world,
no place has such big,

such beautiful,
such magnificent
earthquakes as right here.

But, it is
one chance in a million,
we should be so fortunate.

Yes. Yes. Yes, of course.
Quite right.

Besides, this place
looks as if it's been here
for hundreds of years.

Doesn't it?
I mean, uh,
it's safe to assume

that it will last
one more night, eh?

Oui monsieur?

Ou milord.

And I'll wake you up
if one comes, your lordship.

It worked!

Oh, Robert, do be quiet.

An earthquake
of the first magnitude.

(RUMBLING)

I say, do you have
to shake the whole place?

By Jove, it's an earthquake!
Outside, everybody!

Oh! Oh, magnificent!

This is an experience
that makes our entire
expedition worthwhile.

By Jove, that was
a narrow squeak! Oh!

MARY: Oh!

I say, this is
getting rather dangerous.

Then we attempt to
change course.
Everybody to port.

It worked!

That's better. Much obliged.

PAGANEL:
Look out! Look out!

This way, everybody, quick!

To the port, quick!

What the...
Port, quickly!

No, starboard!

Port, I say!
Starboard!

GLENARVAN:
Where are we going now?

Perfect timing.

Oh!

Abandon ship!

No! Wait!
There's a hole in the ice!

But we don't know
where it goes.

MARY:
We'll soon find out.

Alpine-type glacier.
Drift minimum.

We'll never get
out of here alive.

The ice melts
and gets out.
Why can't we?

(YODELING)

(YODEL ECHOES)

(YODELING)

(YODEL ECHOES)

Isn't it beautiful!
Oh!

They'll never believe us
when we get home.

If we get home.

Look out, everybody! Duck!

Where...
Where're we going now?
Ooh.

PAGANEL:
Try starboard, I tell you!

This is most peculiar.

Look out!

That was close.
Oh!

Come on!

Where's Robert?
Here's his hat.

Robert! Robert,
can you hear me?

Not down there.
I'm up here.

Oh, a giant condor.

A Sarcohamphus gryphus.

Robert, hold on!

I don't have to.
She won't let go.

This is true.
She will not let go
until she reaches her nest.

Reaches her nest?

Yes, high in the mountains.

No doubt she has
little ones that must...

(GASPS)

Hang on, Robert.
We're coming!

(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(YELPS)

Robert!

I got dizzy coming down,

but it was a jolly good
view from up there.

Oh, thank goodness
you're all right.

I wonder who
fired the shot.

Perhaps he did.

A Patagonian.
Magnificent!

It's like turning back
the history book
hundreds of years.

Hope he's not dangerous.

Permit me. I've learned
a few primitive words.

(NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(NATIVE LANGUAGE)

Anyway, even if you
don't understand...

I want to thank you for
saving my brother's life.

Happy could do.

Heavens, he speaks English.

First-class shooting, sir.
First time,
right through the heart.

No. Shoot through heart

bird go limp,
drop small boy.

But shoot back of head,

bird go stiff,
wings go up.

He circle down,

land boy safe.

You mean,
you purposely

induced motor paralysis
through damage on the medulla?

Not understand.
Neither do I.

Can you tell us
where our father is?

He was captured
by Indians.
On the 37th parallel.

They were kidnapped,
washed up on the shore,
captured.

Three white men.

Indians hold them
for ransom money.

You very slow to come.

Are they all right?

Last time I hear,
they are well,

but very tired
of being prisoners.

Just a minute.
What do you mean,
"Last time you hear?"

Don't you come
from the village
where they're held?

No. I'm an
Araucanian chief,
Thalcave.

My people do not rob,
do not steal, do not hold
prisoners for ransom.

Well, where are they?

Far away, at the
foot of the mountain.

Great plain reaches
far as you can see.

Many days to cross.

The pampas.

Well, couldn't you
take us there?

First we stop at my village
for horses and supplies,

then Thalcave will try
help you find them.

Much rain there.
You sleep in tree.
May come flood.

Flood? By George,
that's a good one.

A giant ombu tree,
Phytolacca dioica.

Magnificent specimen.

ROBERT: Oh, please,
may we sleep in it?

You can sleep where you like,
but I certainly
don't intend to roost

in a tree
like a confounded sparrow.

Pitch my tent just here.

(NEIGHING)

(ALL NEIGHING)

You in tree, listen!

Flood come.
Much water.

You stay in tree.
I bring help.

My father?
I wake him.

To be safe, we tie things
so they do not fall.

Flood come.
You go quick to tree.
I ride for help.

Not even raining.

(SHOUTING)

Just like on a ship.
Make ready for the storm.

Look! The flood!

Father! Father!

John, be careful!

Father, hurry up!

Now what's going on?

Come with me!
Can't a fellow get

a decent night's rest
in this place?

Come on, Father!
Oh!

Come on.

They've got it!

Hold on!

Highly irregular,
flood like this,
and not even raining.

(WHISTLING)

(SNEEZING)

With some food
in your stomach, milord,

the world will feel
a lot brighter.

Oh! Look out below!

Oh!

Sorry, milord.

* Why cry about bad weather

* Enjoy it

* Each moment is a treasure
enjoy it

* We're travelers
on life's highway

* Enjoy the trip

* Each lovely twist and byway

* Each bump and dip

* If there's a complication
enjoy it

* You've got imagination
employ it

* Then you'll see roses
in the snow

* Joie de vivre
will make them grow

* Voila, that's life
Enjoy it

* Since I must do the cooking
I'll enjoy it

* This ombu tree
smells gorgeous
You'll enjoy it

* A hurricane comes your way
enjoy the breeze

* You're stranded in the
jungle enjoy the trees

* If there's a complication
enjoy it

* You've got imagination
employ it

* This tree's a cornucopia
Why, it could be... *

Utopia.

* Viola, that's right,
enjoy it

* Why cry about bad weather

* Enjoy it

* No, enjoy

* Oh, each moment
is a treasure

* Enjoy it

That's better. Enjoy it.

* We're travelers
on life's highway

* Enjoy the trip

* Each lovely twist and byway
each bump and dip *

Good.

* If there's a complication

* Enjoy it
* Enjoy it

* You've got imagination,
employ it

* Employ it
From eggs and herbs au naturel

* Omelet ombu a la Paganel

* Pour vous, milord
Enjoy it *

Voila!

Robert, can you
see anything

that looks like
an Indian on horseback
coming to our rescue?

Only some birds.

Only some...

(SNEEZES)

Only gone down
half an inch in two days.

We'll be here for
ten years at this rate.

Cheer up, milord.
We pay no rent.

Mother Nature
sets the table for us.

And, fortunately,
we have plenty of water.

That's very fortunate,
I must say.

Very fortunate.

My father will never
trust another Indian.

But Thalcave's different.
He said, "I bring help."

And he will.

If he got through.

Don't even
think such things.

All right.
But if I may paraphrase,

what a wise young girl
once said to me
many years ago,

"If you were marooned
in an ombu tree,

"and you had some logs
and something to tie
them into a raft,

"you wouldn't just sit there
until you died or something,
would you?"

That's very good.
For a girl, I mean.

I suppose most girls
are taught
embroidery and things.

But Mother died
after Robert was born.

And Father,
being a sea captain...

When we first met,
I had a different impression.

Most girls can be
rather silly.
Do you know what I mean?

No, I don't.

Well, you're different.

How different?

I don't know how to say it.

I had it all
worked out last night.

Sounds rather silly now,
though.

What does?

Well, you don't expect
things of a girl,
certain things,

like climbing mountains,
going through floods,
making the most of it.

You know what I mean?

Don't think I do.

Well, I want to say that,

I think you've been
just fine,

for a girl.

Oh, what I really mean is that
if we get out of here alive,

and when we're old enough...

John!

Mary!

There's the log
you've needed for your raft.

JOHN: That's it,
just what we need.

Perfect!

JOHN: Got it.

Oh!

Keep out of the way!

(GROWLS)

It's a tiger!

No, no, it's a jaguar.
Felis onca.

Get that beast out of here!

It's probably as
frightened of us
as we are of it.

Just a big cat, milord.

Well, get rid of it.
Get rid of it.

Can't stand cats
at the best of times.

Confounded things
always make me sneeze.

Go on! Get out of here!

(GROWLING)

Go on! Get out!

Don't, John!
The poor thing.

(WHISPERS) Do not move,
not an eyelash.

(JAGUAR GROWLING)

(SNEEZING)

(READING)

One, two...
(WIND HOWLING)

three, four, five...

six, seven.

(CRASH OF THUNDER)

More than
two kilometers away.

My father always told me,
never go near a tree
in a thunderstorm.

One, two, three...

four, five.

(CRASH OF THUNDER)

I think it's
getting closer.

Yes. At 35 degrees
centigrade...

sound travels
at approximately...
One...

(LOUD CRASH OF THUNDER)

MAN: Great heavens,
the tree's on fire. Look!

We'll beat it out.

(GROWLING)

No time for that
sort of thing.
Get out of the way!

You see?
It's too late now.

The oil in
the ombu tree, milord,

it has a remarkably
low flashpoint.

Onto the raft.
It's our only chance.

Look out!

(ROARING)

Oh, no!

I'll get it.
No, don't!

Apparently, we have
our choice. Eaten raw
down there...

or roasted alive up here.

Hold on, everybody.
Mother Nature
comes to our rescue.

A waterspout!

MAN: Ahoy!

Ahoy!

We're still several degrees
off course, you know.

Hurry up with the canvas.

There's a breeze coming up.

Aye, aye, Captain!

You're strangely quiet,
aren't you?

Sorry, milord.
I was thinking.

I don't know which is worse,
by George

having you so happy
you sing all the time,

or so glum
you won't even talk.

"The ombu tree is gorgeous.
Enjoy it." Huh.

I am stupid! Stupid!

Stupid!

I know, but that hasn't
worried you till now.

It is better
they do not hear.

Better they don't hear?
What are you talking about?

It is something
I remembered in the night.

How could I be so stupid?
I don't know,
but the shark I caught...

SAILOR: Land ho!

with the bottle,
it was a mako shark.

It...
Ahoy!

And as well as I know
anything in the world,
I should know that

the mako shark
lives only in...

Be quiet! Ahoy there!

Ahoy. Ahoy there!

(DISTANT CRY)

I think I see it.
There.

A canoe!

Ahoy there! Aho...

Good heavens.
It's an Indian war canoe.

This is a fine fix.
We're completely unarmed.

It's Thalcave!
He did come back!
What? Thalca...

Ho-ho. Thalcave, my good man.
Delighted to see you.

I bring news.

News? What kind of news?

You come in canoe.
We go fast to village...

where they hold
prisoners,
three sailor men.

Three sailor me...

Oh, monsieur,
we've found them!

It's like a miracle.
Thank you, my lordship!
Thank you!

Oh, I say, I say.
Careful. Come along.

Let's get aboard.
Careful, now. Careful.

You're a welcome sight, sir,
believe me.
Is this thing safe?

Forty-six, forty-seven,
forty-eight...

forty-nine, fifty.

Oh, now it's come,
I can hardly believe it.

We're saved!
We're saved!

Stop it! Stop it!

Who the devil
are these people?
Where's Captain Grant?

These not right men?

It's all my fault.
How could I be so stupid?

It's what I started
to tell you, milord,

about the mako shark.

What about
the blasted thing?

It lives only in and
around the Indian Ocean.

That's what the-the word
"Indian" means in the note...

not that they were
captured by Indians.

If you knew this,
why didn't you tell me

before I paid out
all that money?

I kept hoping, milord,
that maybe somehow
I could be wrong.

This can mean
only one thing

Captain Grant is in Australia.

Australia? That's where
I wanted to go
in the first place...

only, I was stupid enough
to let you talk me out of it.

Oh, my dear children,

I'm so sorry it all
had to end like this.

Listen! Thalcave speak.

For many years,
my people hunt...

trail game many miles.

Sometimes sneak up,
but game not there.

But Indian knows
if game not there...

it somewhere else.

Keep looking, otherwise,
Indian die out many years ago.

"Keep looking."
He's right, you know.

Now we know
where Captain Grant really is.

And by Jove,
we'll go and find him.

Oh, thank you, Thalcave.

Thank you.

How does she look to you?
Just what we need.

Ain't a ship hereabouts
could overhaul her.

What about the steam?

We can learn.

The old man wants
to know what happened
to the Britannia.

Maybe I should tell him.
You're not serious,
now, are ya?

Maybe I should tell him.

The very spot, your lordship,
where she sank
beneath the waves.

Now, it's me own dear brother
who lost his life...

tryin' to put out
in a small boat
to save some of the crew.

It was shockin'.
All right, Osborne.
Pay 'em off.

Very good, milord.
Thank you, lordship.
Much... Much obliged.

I don't wanna see any more.
Very good, milord.

Look at that!
Ridiculous!
Preposterous!

How can the same ship go down

in a dozen different places,
sometimes 500 miles apart?
Answer me that.

Ah, confounded wharf rats!

Lie to you, take your money,
cut your throat if you
give 'em half a chance.

How the dickens can
I tell where to start, eh?
What do you want?

Mr Frederick Ayrton
to see you, milord.

I told you I didn't want
to see anybody else.

This is a gentleman,
your lordship.

I do hope I haven't arrived
at an awkward moment.

I'm sorry I couldn't get here
sooner. I would've warned
you not to offer a reward.

Well, as a matter of...

I'm afraid you'll find
very little integrity...

among some of the men
who frequent our waterfront.

And it so happens that
I have the very information
you require.

About my father?

Ah, so this is the daughter
of Captain Grant.

Well, if I can reunite
this delightful child
and her gallant father...

that is the reward
I'm interested in.

Were you ever
in Plymouth?

Plymouth, England?
No, I haven't had
that pleasure.

May I inquire, sir,
as to the nature
of your information?

Oh, well, two years ago,
I was caught in a violent
storm in the Tasman Sea.

We picked up a poor fellow,
badly battered
and half drowned...

just off the coast
of New Zealand.

New Zealand?

He said he was from
the Britannia, and that she'd
gone down with all hands.

He died during the night,
and our ship combed
the area the following day.

You know, until I read
that piece in the paper
about the message...

in the bottle,
I had no idea that there
were any survivors.

But why wasn't the sinking
reported when you
reached your destination?

Well, I assumed that it was.
I was only a passenger
on the ship, you know.

Heavens. If he landed in
New Zealand, he must've
been captured by the Maoris.

I'll report this
to the authorities
at once. Osborne!

I'm afraid it isn't
as easy as that.

Why ever not?

You haven't had my experience
in dealing with our
colonial government.

Eventually, you learn
to get along in
spite of them.

They talk endlessly,
and they need
authorization from London.

You'll be lucky
if they're ready in a year.

But anything could happen
to him in a year.
What do you suggest?

Oh, I can't afford
to get mixed up in this.

I've told you all that I know,
and... and I've got
my own estates to run.

Sir, the lives
of three men
are at stake.

I'd like to speak
to this gentleman
alone, please.

The trouble is,
New Zealand is
not in the Indian Ocean.

There is something strange,
very strange.

I don't care what it is.
I've seen that man before.

Oh, you're just imagining it.
No, I'm not.

Anyway, I can't stand people
who look at me like that.

"Delightful child,
gallant father."

Perhaps it's a good sign
that neither of you
take to him...

because it seems that
everything else that you've
welcomed with open arms...

has turned out dead wrong.

Please understand
I don't wish to do
anything against the law.

Oh, certainly not.
But at the same time,
I don't intend...

to leave Captain Grant
in the hands of those
bloodthirsty cannibals.

So, uh, I appeal
to you as a man
with experience...

and knowledge
of local conditions to
help us before it's too late.

All right. I'll gather up
some men who
know the Maoris...

and who can
handle any kind
of situation.

By Jove, you mean we just,
uh, go in and have it out
with them?

Oh, good heavens, no.
We'll take along
some supplies to barter...

and then if Captain Grant
and his men are still alive,
we'll buy them back.

Capital idea.
I can't tell you
how grateful I am to you.

I need hardly remind you
that we must be discreet
about what we plan to do.

Oh, of course, of course.
Don't want to be tied down

by a lot of confounded
red tape, do we?
No.

Just my son John and
Captain Mangles. Otherwise,
not a word to a soul.

Yes, just as it should be.

Get this crate down
in the hull, would ya, lads?

Motley looking lot of fellows
you've got together.

Well, when you look for men
to go into Maori country...

you don't choose them
from among
the socially elite.

Jolly well put.

But I must say,
I didn't realize you'd require
quite so much merchandise.

Ooh, I'm afraid the days
are gone when one
could impress the natives

with a handful
of colored beads.

And if they choose
to sell their
prisoners dearly...

we'd better be prepared.

I see.

John, you've got to tell me.
What's going on out there?

Ah, mademoiselle,
you are far too beautiful...

in the new gown to worry
your pretty little head
about such things.

But what's in all those boxes?

I would've thought
if my father wanted you to
know, he would've told you.

Every man out there looks
like a fugitive from
the penal colony.

John, you've got to do
something. Don't let this man
make a fool of your father.

Just because he calls you
"a delightful child"
and you don't like it...

you think he's trying
to make a fool of my father.

It is better that we think it,
monsieur, than to give him
the opportunity to prove it.

All right. Let me tell you
something, both of you.

Maybe my father
huffs and puffs a little bit,

and we've all smiled
at him just in fun.

But I don't think anybody's
going to make a fool of him
quite as easily as...

well, certain people
I could name.

And now,
if you'll excuse me.

Patience, dear.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

We shall see
what we shall see.

I'll wager she's faster
than any ship
in the Royal Navy.

Good. You know,
I'd say that...

steam was the coming thing
if it weren't all so
complicated to handle.

Well, you don't have
to complicate it.
Actually, it's quite simple.

Yes?
Pardon, milord.
Uh, could I talk...

to you sometime
before too long?

Certainly. What about?

No matter how much
I think about it,
it is always the same.

Captain Grant
is in Australia.

There is no possible way
the note could mean
he's in New Zealand.

Oh, my dear fellow,
don't worry about
that beastly note.

Mr Ayrton knows precisely
where the Britannia
went down, don't you?

Of course.

Milord, I'd be
the happiest man
in the world

if it turns out
that once again, I'm wrong.

I've no doubt you will be.

If it's not too much
trouble, I'd like to see
the engine room.

Oh, my dear fellow, delighted.
Take you around myself.

I think you'll find
there's nothing
complicated about steam.

It's a beautiful day.
Why not enjoy it,
let bygones be bygones?

Now that we're at sea,
I can let you in on

our secret,
if you're interested.

Those boxes you were wondering
about. Would you like
to know what's in them?

Trinkets. Trade goods.

They're for barter
with the Maoris so that we
can buy your father's freedom.

Who told you this?
Mr Ayrton.

And you believed him?

All right, Miss Suspicious.

If it'll make you more
companionable, I'll take you
below and show you.

Well, here you are.

All right, Pandora.
Which box do you
want me to open?

That one.
You sure you don't
have a guilty feeling?

After all, it is rather
like spying on someone...

especially when they've gone
out of their way
to be so nice to you.

Open it.
I will.

Nothing is too much
trouble if it satisfies
your curiosity.

Voila, mademoiselle.

"Trade goods.
Trinkets", he said.

So that's his game.

He's using my father's ship
as a gunrunner.

Pity you did that.

Wilcox, down here!

We've got to
warn the others.

I'll lead them off,
then you make for the door.

There he is!
I see him!

Ooh! Oh!
Now, is that a nice
way to behave...

when we're taking you
to meet your father?

Come on.

Make no noise.
Just stop the paddles.
Anything else, and I'll shoot.

Ever been to
New Zealand before?

Yes. Twice.

Do as I tell you,
and perhaps you'll live
to make it three times.

(BELL RINGING)

We're stopping.
That is most strange.

Raise the hands quietly.

Do as he says, Robert.

(SCREAMING)

Help! Pirates!
Lord Glenarvan, help!

Come quickly!

Lord Glenarvan, help!
Pirates! Lord Glenarvan!

I thought
I heard the
boy call for help.

You did. Now,
give me that gun,

and no harm
will come to him.

Wait.

I say, you can't put us
out there without oars.
It's not human.

Oh, the current will carry you
to the shore, if that's
any consolation...

but I'm afraid we'll have
to keep your crew on board...

until they've taught us
the fine points
of using steam.

We're unaccustomed
to such luxuries
in the South Pacific.

You'll pay for this.

You've got it
backwards, old man.

We have been paid for it,
and quite handsomely.

Cheer up, Frenchie.

You promised you would
be the happiest man
in the world...

if you were wrong about
Captain Grant
being in Australia.

And you were.

Brown and Riley,
lay aloft and
stand by to make sail.

MAN: Aye, aye, sir.
You were in Plymouth!

My father signed you
on the day he sailed.

As third mate.
What a memory.

You'll hang for this,
you know.
I'll see to it personally.

I'll make a full report
to the admiralty.

You do that.
And here's a bottle
to put it in.

Let's hope it isn't swallowed
by a shark. Lower away!

You'll never get
away with this.

That's what Captain Grant
said when we put him
over the side...

at this very spot
with his two rather
foolishly loyal mates.

If you're lucky,
you might all end up
in the same stewpot.

(LAUGHING)

If anyone is interested,
I might explain.

It is the influence
of the west wind drift...

playing against the east
Australian current...

that might drive us
right up onto the shore.

Yes, yes, yes.

That's the second
of my ships he's got.

First the Britannia,
and now my beautiful
new steam yacht.

It's all clear now.
It was a mutiny.

There's no reason
why I should lie about it.

My father was
set adrift here...

Then he must be
a prisoner
of the Maoris.

What did he mean,
we might all end up
in the same stewpot?

Not to change the subject,
but our reception committee
seems to be waiting.

Maoris, hundreds of 'em.

Deuce of a fix.

No trinkets to bargain with.
What have we got
to offer, huh?

Just us, I suppose.

(CLAMORING)

Good gracious!
You come as a stranger,
and I take ye in.

I have prepared a place
for thee in the presence
of thine enemy.

It's all right, my dear.
I'm sure he's harmless.
What think ye now?

I be crazy, eh?
Not a bit of it.

I be smart.

Mark ye well the
words of old Bill Gaye.

Bill Gaye!
Weren't you the mate
on my father's ship?

Depends entirely
who your father was.

What was his ship?
And who you be,
for that matter?

You see, I be smart.

Makes a difference
who she is.

I'm Mary Grant.
My father's Captain Grant
of the Britannia.

Well, why didn't you
say so before?

Fine ship, she was.

I walked her decks
across the seven seas.

Woe be onto thee,
oh, Moab, for thy sons
are taken captive.

Who is he?
Fantastic, he seems to be
the mate from the Britannia.

Do you know where he is?
Can you tell me?

Where is Captain Grant?

Have you no eyes?
Can you not see?

He's gone.
Where?

Same as before.
Diane's Inlet.

Did the Maoris take him?
He be smart too.

He learns the way
to keep alive, for they need
him when they get more guns.

Guns?
Then it must be Ayrton.

Aye, that's who it be.
Somehow the devil
has got another ship.

Were there three of you?
Aye, three of us there were.

Captain Grant, McNabb
and old Bill Gaye...

against Ayrton
and all of his
mutinous crew.

The scoundrel!
Bonjour, Monsieur.

My father, Captain Grant...
Did he and McNabb
go together to Diane's Inlet?

Nay, my child.
I say unto you

McNabb, he was not smart.

He was caught
when he tried to escape.

Odd devil.

(LAUGHING)

What's he laughing at?

For this, child,
I have prayed.

And the Lord
has granted my petition,
which I asked of Him.

This is the night
the Lord hath given us
our salvation.

What think ye?
Could a man force himself
through there...

even a man who has gone
without food to make himself
as thin as a man can be?

Nay. I say unto you,
it is impossible.

It is easier for a camel
to go through
the eye of a needle.

Robert, do you think you
could crawl through there?

Maybe if I tried very hard.

You be smart too.

Even if he could,
what good would it do?

I'll show ye now.
The Lord helps them
that helps themselves.

Two years we took to make it,
from the hairs of our heads...

from the garments we wore,
from a thousand things
we gathered.

Absolutely preposterous.
What could the boy
possibly do all by himself?

There be more to it
than that, for this be
the night of the haka.

Bide ye your time
till the night
be well begun...

and the horns sound
and the flames leap upward...

and the devil hath
seized the souls
of our captors.

Then I will show the way.

(CHANTING)

Nobody's looking.
Now's your chance.
Right. Up you go. Up.

It looks awfully small.
Go on. Go on!

I'm stuck.

Let out all the air.

Pardon my soul,
I don't know
which is worse,

a crazy man...
who thinks he's smart

or a Frenchman
who admits he's stupid.

Hold that.
Oh! Oh-oh!

Now, to get the
pendulum swinging.

Oh, do be careful!

Lower away.

I have the unhappy feeling
we're going out of the
frying pan into the fire.

He can't get over!
The rope's not long enough!

Lower away!

He still can't do it.
Go on! Lower away!

That's all there is!

Then let her go!

He did it!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(HORN BLOWING)

Tie that down there.

Go down it.

Go. Bye.

Deuce of a fix this is.
Off we go to the mountain.

We'll never
out run these fellas.

By Jove, I never
saw a rope burn like that.

Gunpowder. It's woven
in like a fuse.

Aye, what say ye?
Who be'st smart now?

"Vengeance is mine.
I will repay", said the Lord.

Father, come on!

If this is the sacred volcano
of the taboo,
they dare not follow.

You know of such things,
even though
you be a stranger?

Aye. I be smart too.

Aye. We be two of a kind.

By Jove, they've stopped.
What think ye
now of old Bill Gaye?

Be he crazy or be he smart?

They dare not set foot here,
for all this is taboo.

I say, that's splendid,
isn't it?

But they're moving on again!
A slight miscalculation,
milord.

I'm afraid we're on
the wrong volcano.
Just as I thought.

Out of the frying pan,
into the fire.
Don't worry, milord.

Come help, please!

What are you planning to do?
Uncork the bottle
and let the genie free.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

Oh, I've got it!
Everybody, push!

Ah!

Lucky shot, that.
Chance in a million.
At the university, milord...

I'm considered the wizard
of the croquet court.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN DIALOGUE)

Come ye,
where we'll be safe.

Oh, it's horrible!

Have no fear, mademoiselle.

The Maoris can run faster
than the lava. Enjoy it!

And now, Mr Gaye,
to Captain Grant.

Aye, to Captain Grant!

Follow Bill Gaye!

He's got it all planned out!

All right, Grant.

Tell them there
are six more boxes...

nearly 200 rifles
still in the hold.

I'll send the whole lot
ashore as soon as they
hand over the money.

And how do I know the rest
are as good as this one?

I give you my word.
That's what you
offered last time...

when you unloaded
a pile of junk.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

Now, really, Grant. Every time
I do something charitable,
I live to regret it.

Like putting
you ashore alive.

And I intend to stay alive
by not recommending rifles
I haven't examined.

My beautiful,
beautiful yacht.

If they've done anything
to damage her...

I'll have them strung up
by their thumbs.

(WHISPERING) How did you know
where she was going to be?

This be where
they always unload

in Diane's Inlet.

In Diane's Inlet? Oh!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

In the note, what
I thought said
"Indian" was really...

Oh!

I'm stupid, stupid, stupid!

Cheer up, my friend.
Your stupidity may turn out
to be of divine inspiration.

Mr Gaye,
I thought we were
going to find Father?

We be. We be.
Look ye now.

It's Father!

He looks well,
thank goodness.

They're all getting
into boats.
They're comin' here.

We have but little time
to prepare our reception.

(CHAINS CLINKING)

I come to see thy ship.
No one can come aboard.

Surely ye be not afraid
of old Bill Gaye?

Bill Gaye?
"The hoary head
is a crown of glory."

Know ye not that?

(ALL CLAMORING)

How many do you want, Lucky?
That'll do.

How many cards do you want?

So where's mine?
I gave you them.

What a hand here. Right.

How do we get past him?

Excuse me, sir,
but is this
Lord Glenarvan's yacht?

Well, sonny, I guess...

Here. Wait a minute.
Ain't you the boy that's
with that lot? Come back here!

Your lordship.
We haven't got
the keys, Captain.

We'll have to break
the door down best we can.

Put out your decks, gentlemen.
I'm busted.

See if Thompson'll play.
He's got money.
Yeah. All right.

Your deal, Bob.
Right. Here you are.

Riley, come here quick!

The brig!
The brig!

Know ye not what
the Good Book says?

"He that diggeth
a pit shall fall into it"?

(LAUGHING)

Send him over to me.

Oh, got him! Quick.

I suppose we'll have
to open every box.
Put the best ones on top.

GLENARVAN:
Ayrton, you scoundrel!

Don't move. You may
live long enough to hang.

Hello, Glenarvan.
Welcome aboard.

Well, here we are.
This makes us
even, doesn't it, uh?

You've got your ship back,
and I'm bringing
you Captain Grant...

so, uh, why don't we, uh...

Captain, take him below
with the rest
of the scoundrels.

Aye, ye've sown the wind...

and I say to you,
you shall reap the whirlwind.

Back, you dogs! Back, I say!

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

Bill Gaye! What on earth...

MARY: Father!
Mary! Robert!

You think
I be crazy, don't ye?

See now,
how are the mighty fallen.

How on earth did you
find me out here?
Monsieur Paganel.

He's a French professor.
He found a note in a bottle.

Lord Glenarvan
took us on his yacht.

And we've been
all around the world
looking for you.

South America.
And we were captured
by Maoris.

Maoris!

My dear children.

Oh, how I've prayed
for this day.

I was beginning to give up
hope that I'd ever
see you again.

I must be catching a cold.

And now you're suddenly here,
and I'm able to hold you
both close in my arms.

I can't find words
to express my gratitude
to all of you.

We would've been here months
earlier if I hadn't been
so stupid about the note.

The note?
Yes. The-The note
in-in the bottle.

The note in the bottle?

What think ye now?

It was I put that
note in the bottle.

And put the bottle in the sea.
"Cast thy bread
on the waters...

for thou shall find it
after many days."

But they seemed so sure
it was their father's
handwriting.

It was, wasn't it?

Now you know my secret...

why I ran away to sea.

The voice is the voice
of a God-fearing man...

but the hands
are the hands of a forger.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Oh, my word!
Bill, you scoundrel!

Just think. If he hadn't
put the note in the bottle...

and if Monsieur Paganel
hadn't caught that shark...

And if you hadn't tried
to slap my face that morning
on the way to Plymouth...

I wouldn't have talked
my father into
making this trip.

Funny how things
work out, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Here we are,
all of us together.

All of us.

Did you ever see
so many stars?

Once, on top of a mountain.

Did you know that down there,
out of the light, you can
see the Southern Cross?

Southern Cross?

So, that's my little girl.

By George, they do grow up.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Uh, I was just thinking
to myself.

No matter
where you are
in the world...

it is always different,
but it is always the same.

In English, you would say...

"All climates
are the same for love."

There it is.
The Southern Cross.