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THE PRINCE OF THE PACIFIC

"Smith Law Firm" ordered me to give this...

-...to the captain. - Morsac?

You do have a problem.

The jerk has been dead for 30 years.

- Wasn't he a hero? - A hero?

This hollow uniform?

I'll tell you how this swashbuckler left the army!

During the war of 1914...

...Morsac was an officer...

...of a Moroccan infantry regiment.

He always wanted to be the first one...

...to lead the assault.

He almost managed to get himself killed.

Let go, Captain!

A Morsac will never let go!

He was transferred to Oceania all decorated.

The Battle of Verdun was raging.

Reinforcements were needed quickly.

Morsac had to recruit natives...

...and train a battalion of Pacific infantrymen.

It's here in Fenua Poerava,

Pearl Island,

where he first landed.

Recruit soldiers on this island of weaklings!

You're not ready to train your battalions!

Commander Lefebvre,

don't joke with our national anthem.

As for the value of the natives,

my Moroccan infantrymen died covered with glory.

- I think I hear a skiver. - A skiver?

Who, me?

Ask the strikers at Dunkirk...

...if Emile Lefebvre is a skiver!

You will see:

It is France speaking through my mouth.

From the honor of serving our flag.

Blue like the sky.

White as the steel of our guns.

Red like the blood shed for the motherland.

Follow me on this boat...

Boat, beautiful!

Well done, my good fellow.

Who follows the example of this patriot?

I'll finish and take care of you.

Release this epaulette.

You'll get one later, let go.

Good... Averdun...

That's enough.

Let me go, damn it!

Let go, damn it!

One wouldn't think so, but these big apes are affectionate!

Still hanging around you.

Attention!

I'll show you what we do...

...with these stupefied larvae.

Come on slowpokes, to court, dispatch!

You see!

- You have to speak their language. - And those with the gun?

They are not incorporable?

That's up to me.

Real pieces of work, imported from another island.

They watch the livestock in my absence.

Loose up a bit.

A Morsac will never loose up.

That's not all, I got something to deal with.

Give it to me.

- You came on a dolphin? - It's the name of the ship.

Does Ma'i go with you?

- Affirmative, Ma'i what? - Ma'i Mure-ore:

He who can't die.

Useful quality for a soldier.

You wear the stars of the sky?

The stars of the sky... affirmative.

- Pretty, right? - You want us to fight?

That's my mission, yours too later.

You're the Tefa'aora!

- The what? - The swimming bird-man.

Ma'i and I, we recognized you.

If it makes you happy, I'm pleased to be one!

By guile you're disguised as a French rotten dog.

You should stay polite!

- Reia, what did I say? - Bravo.

What did I teach you? Don't dawdle with this dog!

It's you.

- Mom, this is the Tefa'aora! - Come!

Madam, France came as protector.

Protector?

If our men were still warriors...

...it would be you needing protection!

Stop!

She is still here, Marie-Louise!

I had nevertheless warned her.

But she still preaches the strike!

Eh...

I thought you had no pearls.

It's the necklace of the chief's women.

Taboo since the time of the warriors. There are no more warriors!

You'll see, bitch!

I'll tame you yet.

On your knees!

Do you hear?

Let go of my mother!

You won't pull out bitch, bow down!

Stop this!

No, let me do it!

Bow down!

- Who is this? - She's French, daughter of the pastor. He's dead.

The old chief knocked her up.

- He's dead. He was... -...the last mutineer.

He ended up attacking a frigate all by himself.

With a machete!

Result: 12 bullets in his skin!

Shot cleanly.

- Bring back this furious widow! - Hey, come!

Come here!

No, not there!

Taboo!

Taboo!

The courtroom of the 8th district...

...of the court of Nouméa is open.

The sons of Na-ehu-Fanau-maeha.

They didn't salute the flag on July 14.

I see anarchists, troublemakers!

- It was at sea. - Fishing.

Fishing, look at that.

You were on strike, like your friends at Dunkirk!

Singing "The Internationale"!

10 years in the nickel mines!

Take them!

Put them in the hold!

Why does he keep mentioning Dunkirk?

Before the war, he had to break a strike there.

The dockers' families demanded bread.

The commander ordered to fire the cannon.

The balance: 37 women, 19 children.

- But hasn't he been tried? - He was dismissed of all charges.

He spent six months...

...at the asylum of Charenton.

At his release the admiralty moved him here.

Are you plotting behind my back?

I talked with the Captain about the customs of the islands.

Look at me and let that be an example for you.

These apes will never be soldiers.

But they are excellent workhorses.

One advice: don't meddle in the affairs of the commander.

Ah!

I introduce myself: Captain Morsac.

You were sentenced to forced labor.

Instead of prison, you can...

...make a commitment as colonial infantryman.

10 years of chain...

...or 5 years of glory.

How much you say, 5 years?

I agree! Where do I sign?

I have no pen.

- Who are you? - Barnabé.

- Barnabé what? - Barnabé period, that's enough.

Why are you here?

I keep asking that.

They slandered me...

And see, 10 years prison for no reason.

It's over, I agree, release me.

In fact, I rather recruit natives.

You're in luck, I am Alsatian.

I mean the natives here.

Always this anti-Alsatian racism!

I thought we were welcome among you.

Wasn't there a war just for that?

You're right, consider yourself included.

And you, my friends?

You follow his example?

- With you it's 5 years? - It's shorter, let's go.

Soldiers, give me your names.

Te-tahu'a-petipeti-vafa-arii.

Te-fare-noho-arii-tapu-rua.

This is too complicated, we'll simplify.

I name you soldier 3 and soldier 4.

Congratulations.

You're in the 1st Pacific Battalion.

- Under my command. - Without you order...

...can I ask you to open the door, general?

You must say captain.

I'll ask Commander Lefebvre.

Now that could be a problem.

Commander.

A little more and you'll ruin 90 hours of work.

I'm listening.

Under the decree of general mobilization:

A convict may substitute his sentence...

...by enlisting in the army.

I incorporated 3 natives: 2 Polynesians and 1 Alsatian...

...to serve the Republic.

Above all the Republic needs nickel.

Our mines need manpower.

And I need the bonus paid for delivering convicts.

The moral: don't touch my livestock!

Slave trafficking... but this is despicable!

Under section 13B of the Military Code...

...I relieve you of your duties.

You will be brought before the war council.

Again... I won't spend my life there!

You want to send me to the asylum,

you're wasting your time!

I told them at Charenton.

The cold water, straitjacket, electricity, finished!

They won't see me again soon!

Stop it, I take over command.

Let me guess.

- He said no? - Oh!

The real war is at the rear.

The enemy of the country is in factories.

The Germans put our distrust to sleep.

Verdun is just a huge diversion!

When you don't know,

the first time is always funny.

Lefebvre has "a bit of temper".

We don't salute officers anymore?

2 days in jail.

We'll serve it together, partly at least.

You won't be able to last.

And why not, soldier?

What do you mean by that?

Lefebvre won't let you go to Noumea.

But accidents at sea happen quickly.

We have to get out.

Fully agreed.

How will you do it?

Soldiers 3 and 4, find a tool.

Soldier Ma'i!

Attention!

Wrecks!

Are you engraving your name on your tombstone?

Help me instead of sneering.

I rather do like my brothers in arms.

To be in shape for Noumea.

You'll never get there.

What will Lefebvre do...

...with the Alsatian who witnessed the murder of an officer?

Give me that!

I didn't ask you anything!

I had my future mapped out:

10 years, housed, fed, washed.

Dig, dipshit!

- Dig dipshit. - Now is not the time!

You’ll be nominated for the regimental insignia.

Hold on!

Soldier Barnabé!

There was only one guard, I knocked him out.

What's wrong?

There's gold here, I'm a pig for truffles!

We escape!

Stop or the party leaves without you.

They're having a party.

Well!

Soldiers 3 and 4!

Come back!

Come back!

Desertion in combat...

-...means execution. - With a good lawyer!

You take the helm so we get the hell out of here?

With only 3 on board to run a ship this size? Ludicrous!

Best would be to take a rowboat and alert the authorities.

Lefebvre does not have to chase us.

Stop laughing, let's return on board.

I look forward to seeing dear Morsac again.

There are 2 or 3 nuances left that escaped him.

I'll explain.

We'll sleep better after.

- What are you doing? - I sabotage the helm.

It's because we're not going to spend New Year's Eve there!

Come and pull!

- You'll pull, damn it - Pull, damn it.

At this rate, you quickly become corporal.

To the rowing boat, quickly!

Come soldier Ma'i!

Sentinelle!

Sentinelle!

Put him in the hole, I'll take care of it.

Yes, sir.

Where are we?

Ma'i!

Morsac never abandons a man!

Shoot them!

- We must accept the losses. - What a nightmare!

Stop, I can't swim, I don't like the water!

I surrender, I want to go back to my cage!

We're out of reach.

Without a rudder they're stuck.

Lift anchor.

They are stuck, huh?

I knew it!

You're full of shit!

- Full speed ahead! - That fast in the lagoon?

Quiet and obey.

Seaward, asshole!

Turn!

The helm is not responding!

You drunk!

Reef right in front!

Reverse engine!

- Load the cannon. - At your orders.

We are saved.

They'll soon run us into the ground.

Hey big idiot, did you hear?

Hang on soldier, I'll steer toward the channel.

Tired, damn it.

Faster!

Faster!

At my command...

Fire!

Fuck, fuck!

Attention!

- The damage? - 3 days to repair.

- The fugitives? - No trace.

Eaten by the sharks.

Ah, the gun, it's still what we do best.

Do your rounds.

Hum!

Destroying my artistic equipment...

- What vermin! - Chief, we have the convicts!

They were at home.

You ruined them!

I double your time of deportation.

The orangutan, show your legs.

I double the number of deportees, the 5 in the back: to the mine!

Old French custom: collective punishment.

Take them.

Why is the Tefa'aora doing nothing about it?

He's a rotten dog like all the French!

Go!

- I see no more island. - A good sign.

We drifted off quickly.

Yes, we're lost!

- I'm gonna kick you! - Calm down. Stop

Die!

Calm down.

According to the sun...

...we're going right to the Tuamotu Islands.

We have the ass in the water, half drowned and he sews on a button!

Prick, go!

After this ordeal, I'll work on your bad language.

But stop your demoralizing monologues.

Or I'll let you go at the next stop.

This is the stomach of a lobster.

We will die of hunger, thirst, drowning, sharks. We can choose.

In Morocco, I survived 12 days thanks to a seagull.

He brings bad luck and is crazy, damn it.

There's nothing to get discouraged.

It's 300 miles to Tuamotu.

I should quickly assess my regiment.

But first, I'll neutralize Lefebvre...

...and his vile trafficking.

Believe me, it won't take long.

Is it still far to your island?

Rather think how far we got already.

- It will seem shorter. - Okay.

- Are we far from Pearl Island? - No idea.

Don't panic soldier, once in Morocco...

...I was lost in the dunes.

Don't drink, the salt makes it worse.

Retching float!

We'll die dried out as bigots.

It's distressing, I agree.

Once in Morocco...

Say "Morocco" once more and I'll kill you!

- Say it and see! - I say nothing more.

Stop it. Take your place.

All the same, an Alsatian like you...

...should have sea legs.

In Strasbourg, if we need a good sailor...

...we import them from Brittany like the lobsters.

I was joking to defuse the situation.

Humor is vital.

I remember once... In Morocco.

Didn't you listen? I warned you!

You didn't believe me, you keep talking...

...about your Morocco!

You're wrong! Stop, soldier!

- We will capsize. - You don't know what I'll do.

Let me go!

You'll let me go?

A Morsac never lets go!

Soldier Barnabé, report.

- Where are we? - I would say on one of your islands.

Already? Top notch!

Without me, you'd be dry as a turd.

It is likely, therefore I cancel your verdict.

The regulation prohibits:

The first to say thank you is on latrine duty?

That's right, I forgot. Thank you, soldier.

You’ll be nominated for the regimental insignia.

It's true, you never let go.

Stop those embarrassing outbursts.

You estimate hastily our water resources,

Let's go on a scouting mission...

...to spot possible inhabitants.

I take the west.

Say, the umbrella you got in the ass,

you remove it to go to sleep?

Counter-order:

I stay here, return before nightfall.

Yes and in your place, I would start knitting.

Beware of cannibals.

As long as they're not cannibals!

Hou ah!

Ah!

Wait!

Blue, white, red.

I'm French too, like you!

I'm at home.

Regiment "never let go".

Morsac!

Come on!

He's resting on the beach.

Let's surprise him.

What's your regiment?

Just how many more do you have to shoot?

You are right, rather count...

...what's behind, it seem shorter.

Captain, the island is French!

- No! - Here are 2 colleagues!

The moron!

Stay! He never understands anything.

Let's catch up with him.

Captain!

Don't be afraid, these are our guys.

Hey, Captain!

This is me, we're here!

Show yourself!

Okay, go ahead, I'll wait here.

Captain, let's stop playing hide and seek.

Stop trampling me.

- What is going on? - Quiet!

Attract them here, one after the other.

Hey guys, I found the Captain!

He wants to talk to you, one by one.

They are with Lefebvre!

We're on Pearl Island. Run!

How did you get covered in sand?

- Technique of the Moroccan rattlesnake. - Again your Morocco!

- You'll fail one day! - Run zigzag!

That's it!

- Back to prison! - The other way, by the water!

I can't swim!

Let me have a go, I'm easy-going.

Hey guys, can I help you?

- Come, come! - No, not the water!

Not the water!

Taboo!

We have to go back or we'll suffocate.

I won't move, I'm fine.

- Let's go to the other end. - I stay here!

No!

They have drowned.

- They re-drowned themselves. - In the gap, both of them.

By the way...

- What's this building? - A fare.

It's taboo, nobody can go there.

- And that up there? - A diving board.

There is no bottom below.

It's a sacred diving board.

I'd rather say a scaring diving board.

Look for the bodies, I want to be sure.

Here, it is very taboo.

You'll stop responding "taboo"...

...to each of my questions.

A weariness overtakes me suddenly.

And you, stop your tickling immediately!

If you tickle me once more!

I've had enough!

No more tickling!

Make this note in the logbook:

The convict on the run and captain Morsac...

...who went after him, drowned. I recommend a quote, etc.

Okay.

It bothers me, this pederastic touching!

- Who told you how to get here? - Nobody.

I wouldn't even know how to find it.

- Go! - Don't shoot.

I didn't want to come, it's him!

- He forced me! - I recognize you.

You are Marie-Louise.

Not Mary-Louise, Moeata! Turn to the water.

Who's she, what does she want?

To kill us...

...look us in the face!

Don't get her excited!

You never let go and you always fail!

No!

No, I don't wanna go!

Let me go!

- Tefa'aora, you're back! - Yes, I'm here.

You see mom, I was right.

- Is this the escaped convict? - 2nd class Barnabé.

I had trouble entering. There were French.

They believe the Tefa'aora and "second class" drowned.

This is not the Tefa'aora, come here, Reia!

Yes, the French wanted to kill him.

Tomorrow he will jump as the swimming bird-man.

Eh, Tefa'aora? I'll show you where it is.

For now he stays here.

Don't you get tired of never let go?

And the other, she hates you.

What did the French do to this poor girl?

Certain Europeans consider to do good by siding with the natives.

Against our civilizing efforts.

- In this respect, Morocco... - No more Morocco!

Why is "second class" shouting?

Barnabé, stop it!

To beat the French, you must quickly untie me.

But mom will be angry.

Damn you if you don't untie me now!

After the big jump she'll see that you're Tefa'aora.

- What's Tefa'aora? - It's you!

I ask it for "2nd class Barnabé".

You should explain.

Long ago Oro, the god of war, protected us.

Pearl Island was invisible.

We lived up to 300 years.

My ancestor Tanui always led us to victory.

Ma'i, the one who can't die, was already there.

To prevent our enemies to find our island,

Tanui returned their eyes to the sea, as an offering to Oro for protection.

But Tanui's wife, very vain,

wanted to adorn herself with the eyes to be the most beautiful.

She told Tanui that he was the strongest, even without the gods.

Thus flattered, Tanui decided to keep the eyes from Oro.

To hide them, he went through this tunnel up to his treasure cave.

Keeping everything to himself, he defied Oro.

The god got angry.

He dropped a piece of the moon in the middle of the lagoon.

The sea is rising all at once.

It flooded the passage to the exit.

Since then the island is no longer invisible.

And foreigners have invaded us.

One day, when Oro has forgiven us, he'll send us Tefa'aora.

The swimming bird-man will make the perfect jump.

He'll swim up to the cave, return the eyes to the sea and come back flying.

Look Tefa'aora, there it is!

The eyes are under the taboo fare.

It was built for Oro.

The piece of moon is inside.

When the eyes are given back, the fare disappears.

The Hiva will regain their courage and chase out the French rotten dogs.

Is the treasure there? Wait.

I will be your Tefa'thingy.

You should dive into the hole.

Yes, "if you can swim".

Why from such height in such a small hole?

To swim up under the taboo fare.

- And then what do I do? - You come out flying.

- Of course, you know the legends... - You're the Tefa'aora!

Come on, so I won't kill you in front of him.

General, I feel this is the end of your career.

Okay, I jump. If you release second class Barnabé.

He's no threat to you.

Okay, go ahead.

No need to play the Good Samaritan.

You're going to crash like a turd.

I never give up a man.

But I've never been in your army.

You don't have to die for me.

Your physical disgrace hides a good heart. You proved it.

Let my gesture open your eyes on yourself.

My boy, Tefa'aora or not, the French people are not all like Lefebvre.

You will succeed, Tefa'aora.

The most important thing is to never give up.

Untie me.

Trick me and I'll kill you.

Tell Mrs Morsac that I died as a soldier.

Think about your wife, don't do it.

Mrs Morsac is my mother.

Die in peace, I'll tell her everything.

Madam, despite my imminent end,

I wanted to tell you, that you're the most amazing woman I've ever met.

Goodbye, madam.

You thought that I would jump?

You take me for a fool!

No, a French traitor.

Don't dare to kiss me ever again.

You're a chum, Captain!

You're less stupid than I thought.

Come here, Reia.

Kill us.

- A rotten dog. - He ignores whom he is.

Madam...

I just want to stop Lefebvre's trafficking.

I don't believe you.

Now you believe me?

He's more stupid than I thought.

We'll do it my way.

I'll overlook your attempt at desertion.

In case of mutiny, it's execution!

I just have an idea: you let me go!

- Your only weapon? - Yes.

Do you have a boat?

There is one, always ready.

- I'm going. - Be careful.

I'll lure the guards away and come back.

We'll check the boat, madam. Relax.

I won't spoil your stroll with "the most extraordinary woman you ever met".

I just wanted to honor her courage...

...as a widow and a fighter.

You'll soon find other stuff with her to honor.

No need to do this to me, I'm a merchant.

You're coming?

This phony native doesn't attract me at all.

- I'm looking for the French medals. - Really?

The sharks left almost nothing of the Frenchmen.

Go tell the chief.

- You're not afraid for him? - They won't touch him.

My son is the prince of the Pacific.

A horror, hideous shouts!

Above all "second class Barnabé" screaming like a pig.

- They ate them whole! - Oh yeah... like a pig?

Tell me...

- He came ashore, the second class? - Uh... no.

I thought so.

How do you know his name, little liar?

The Alsatian never came here.

You lie, you little monkey!

We cut out the tongues of liars.

For the Hiva the boy is a prince.

- He's very taboo. - Thank you, I know!

Everything is taboo here, move!

I warned you, no more tickling!

No more tickling!

Here.

I have 300 miles to go.

I'm not fishing for shrimp!

The ancient conquered the Pacific by canoe.

You chicken out again, you're a coward.

Morsac, a coward?

- I don't hit women. - A real coward.

My husband wouldn't have hesitated. He was brave.

Attacking a boat on his own and leave you a widow,

that's madness!

Better than have several massacred.

My husband, he...

Stop, am I talking to you about my wife?

- Stop with... - Shut up!

Are you married?

Widower.

Mrs Morsac died 10 years ago.

She choked at the opera, without a sound.

- That's great. - Hum.

You take my canoe?

And food?

What's that?

Drink, food, oil.

The coconut is like your pig.

This is the basis of our civilization.

Stop your act of pseudo-Tahitian.

That's what my father said to hurt me.

Like you, he knew how to hurt.

I'm sorry.

Your father taught to love your neighbor.

So it must be for love of his neighbor...

...that he died without seeing his grandson.

Marie-Louise! Uh...

Moeata, Moeata!

I go find my son!

Don't you move!

Go, I'm not afraid.

Ah! Let go, bitch!

I'll wear you out!

- Taboo! - Enough of that!

Commander!

Reia!

What about that!

All I need is the fatso.

- Where's the Alsatian? - Drowned.

He couldn't swim.

You entertained yourself...

...by plundering my artistic equipment.

My turn to have a bit of fun.

How long can a Morsac hold out in open sea without a raft or seagulls?

Well, swimming is over!

- All aboard. - Even Reia and his mother?

The little taboo will be very useful...

...in the narrow mines.

The Tahitian of the opera, somebody surely can use her!

Look!

The drowned always come back!

- Catch him! - Pointless, he'll drown again.

You must catch him before that!

I'm here commander, I came!

Wait for me!

Bravo! There's no other word, bravo!

I would even say thank you.

Finally, you got Morsac!

He forced me to escape!

Thanks to you, he'll finally release us!

Yes, and you as well, I get tired of you.

Lock up this chatterbox!

I'd like to be direct!

I know of a treasure.

- What do you hold? - On this rotten plank...

... is a plan how to find the pearls.

How old you think I am?

I don't know... you're young.

Everyone says "Lefebvre is so young".

Young enough to believe in your treasure map?

- Yes. - Yes?

In the hold where he can play marbles with his boogers!

So doesn't this shit inspire you?

Leave us, morons!

We are in discussion!

- I'm listening. - The treasure is under the hut.

There is a passage.

14... 15... 16. 16 meters, sir.

The diving board serves to go very deep.

These retards have only stupid ideas.

Bring a canoe.

We will visit the fare from the lagoon.

Don't worry.

The Tefa'aora will save us.

- Maybe this is a legend. - No.

It's all true. He came on the dolphin to look for warriors.

In the story he had his arm cut off like Tanui.

He has it reattached, he's very strong, Tefa'aora.

So why didn't he jump?

He wasn’t ready.

He'll do it as soon as he wants.

And when he's done sleeping like a pig.

This would have fallen from the sky.

This is called a meteorite.

It looks like it's quartz.

Clear everything.

It's underneath, sir.

- It's the cover. - A big cover.

For large pearls, I hope for you.

Attack it in the center!

It's a monolith quartz.

That wouldn't do anything.

Place dynamite all around, action!

Tefa'aora, wake up!

You got enough sleep!

You escaped? Bravo.

I appoint you Corporal, untie us.

Sorry, I moved into business.

My new partner is called Lefebvre.

The taboo house Roro,

they'll blow it up to find the treasure.

Do you believe this?

This is ridiculous.

If there's a treasure, I share with my partner.

Otherwise they deport everyone to the mines.

I offer you one last chance.

Act with nobility.

Nobility?

You can always make a new start.

Ah, that's a long time dream.

I knew it!

In Mar... I learned to know men.

Lefebvre will make a real swindler out of me.

You’re scum!

You have to go jump or the legend will be lost!

Leave me alone.

She deserves to be met!

Remembering our military past...

...I'll ask Lefebvre to not separate you.

I'll leave you.

We'll calm down this idiot!

The arm!

- He has a severed arm. - So what?

You've never seen a scar?

The Tefa'aora!

I'm sick and tired of Tefa'aora!

Of your island and your legend!

I'm tired of being tied up.

I demand they untie me!

Untie me!

Untie me damn it, untie me!

Untie me!

Damn!

Chief damn?

Untie me!

- Untie him! - Untie us!

Untie me, damn it!

Where's he going?

He will do it.

Oh no!

I think it's better I keep it.

Let me put your nerves in place.

You'll feel better after.

- Don't touch me! - Leave my partner alone!

He doesn't need a nanny!

You are too patient.

Axe damn it!

The island's moron?

Yes, why?

- He ran away, your weapon! - Commander.

You don't have the right.

Give me that!

Not that, wretch!

Look how happy he is!

You can see he loves it!

Not the tree!

No, not the tree, damn it. Come on untie me.

But...

Not with the axe!

- Thank you. - No problem.

Come quick!

- Ma'i, come on! - Stop!

- Quick! - Stop!

I shoot, damn it!

Damn it?

That's right, threaten me...

...with your pencil sharpener.

Do me a favor.

- Ma'i! - No, come on!

- It hurts, damn it. - Another one?

The drinks are on the house!

Ma'i can't die, right?

I'll explain, it's complicated.

It's like cycling, you never forget.

- He's an addict. - I told you.

It's okay, you had one.

- Now give it to me. - No way!

- It's mine, watch it! - It's true.

It's yours.

Destroy the canoes to keep Morsac on the island.

This is only the beginning.

You'll see when he warms up.

What are you doing, Tefa'aora? Where you're going?

You have to jump now!

We have to stop Lefebvre, I'm not the Tefa'aora.

And your arm? You are Tefa'aora. You must stay.

You're brave and very attached to this legend.

Regrettably, we act otherwise in life.

Lefebvre wants to deport your people.

A jump will not eliminate him.

Your mother and you must follow me.

He's right.

This would be madness.

Your father was wrong.

They'll wreck the taboo fare!

I will make the jump myself!

Reia! Reia!

They are furious that we destroyed their canoes.

Who do I see, new customers for me?

To celebrate its re-opening,

house Lefebvre fills for free!

Enjoy, this is fun!

Hum!

Hum!

That enough for you? Pity, another time maybe?

Huh? Hum!

Ah, a moving target!

Excellent exercise!

Attention... one... two...

Arrrh... take this!

Ah!

Well...

...let's tickle!

Shooting instinctive, also a great exercise.

Mr. Barnabé, if nobody else...

...wants to tickle me,

let's examine this bottomless pit.

Reia, no!

Don't jump, I'm coming!

I beg you, Reia!

Stop it!

Moving target # 2!

Closer.

No... give it back!

It's mine, come on.

Soldier Barnabé, come with me!

Quick!

Fire!

Fire at will!

Smell this!

What a treat for the nose, bravo!

Despite your efforts to hide it,

you're a good guy.

- It shows on your face. - One more word and I'll kill you!

- Give the revolver. - I threw it away.

I can't swim...

Tefa'aora, Tefa'aora!

You'll jump?

- Nobody move! - Go!

I took over command.

Stop obeying the other loony, he's crazy!

The other what?

Go up, quick!

- Come on, soldier! - I am!

You're dragging!

- Come! - No, you should know when to stop!

This goes wrong!

Tefa'aora!

- Let me go! - Never!

So that's done, now next...

Why is there no water here?

The bend we went through must act as a siphon.

He jumped!

The Tefa'aora jumped, he jumped!

We are warriors!

Get up!

Free yourself of the French dogs!

He jumped mom, he jumped.

Go find the others.

Evacuate the rock!

And now a surprise!

Today it's July 14th!

It's called a meteorite.

It must be a quartz, but then very monolith.

My pearls!

My pearls!

I smelled it. I have a nose for it!

Let's leave, hurry up!

One second!

The dynamite!

Stop, stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop it, stop!

Stop! Stop!

The Tanui conch, the war conch!

Taboo, taboo, taboo!

Blow harder!

Blow harder!

Louder, good God!

Ah!

Very good, the flamenco!

Go on, I love folk dancing.

Commander!

Ready for ignition.

Don't stop, they must hear us!

- Go. - Where to?

Where we came from, soon everything will be flooded.

Very good, all together:

Six... Five... Four...

Three...

... Two

One...

I knew it!

The eyes return to the sea!

The swimming bird-man!

Tefa'aora!

Tefa'aora!

You are warriors, attack!

Shoot!

My God, shoot!

My pearls... it's all your fault!

I'll kick you!

You won't know what happens to you.

Stop, stop!

Morsac!

I am curious to see how we'll...

...end this confusing situation.

- Mom! - Reia, stay there!

Yes, Tefa'aora.

Step back or I'll kill her!

- Men, stand by me! - Fire!

Go ahead, Morsac.

Just one step closer.

I'd love going up in smoke with you.

I was going to say the same thing.

I will never let you go!

Perfect!

You and I will die happy, but Madame...

I'm not afraid to die.

I'm just dropping by.

If she wants to die, let's leave it at that.

No problem.

The dynamite, enough for 3 is enough for 4.

He couldn't steal the necklace.

You wouldn't let him kill.

You fucked up!

Tefa'aora finally believes the legend?

There's no Tefa'aora, just persistence.

And luck.

But look: the taboo fare is gone.

The French rotten dogs defeated.

So that Oro gets all his eyes...

...I return the necklace of Tanui to the sea.

The island has again become invisible.

No-one will ever find us again.

I would like to believe that.

But... I have a mission to accomplish.

I have to leave.

Barnabé, Barnabé!

The island is invisible, you can stay here.

Talk about a gift!

End up buck-naked on an invisible island.

You'll be free like us.

Free? Eating raw fish...

...and look at falling coconuts?

Every day the same.

Oh no thank you, rather not.

Chief, we're no longer needed here.

- We want to go home. - Safe journey.

Thank you.

Soldier Barnabé, I want to ask you...

...why 10 years in prison?

Whatever, we're going to die in the trenches.

Captain Tefa'aora!

They are all committed.

We'll help you win your war.

A full regiment!

Once finished, they'll return by canoe.

They'll find the island.

Hide them, please, there's no sea in Verdun.

That's it?

You got what you wanted, right?

I am not responsible for this war.

To win, you need reinforcements.

I do my duty.

You forgot something, come.

You'll need to take it to...

...the slaughterhouse of your soldiers.

What would your husband have done?

He would have played the hero.

And left a widow and an orphan.

He would have done his duty as a soldier.

Mom, Mom!

An American boat!

They saw us, we're not invisible?

My boy, at a certain age legends are all the same.

We believe in it differently.

They are signaling! The war is over!

"Capitulation...

"...without conditions...

"...by Germany."

Ho, Yankees, pick me up!

I leave with you, the tide is turning!

- Back in business! - Private Barnabé!

Deserting is still a serious offense.

Can I release you of your duties?

You will finally let me go?

I agree on one condition:

the daughter of the pastor, never let her go.

She's perfect for you.

The war was over.

The time of legends too.

All the pearls were returned to the ocean...

... and the island didn't become invisible.

The captain was discharged on site.

I deserted damn it!

To stay here...

With her.

Since then I live without papers.

I'm no longer Alfred Morsac.

And you are Reia?

Yes.

The penal colony has continued to fill.

But no Hiva went there anymore.

Barnabé went on the American boat.

I didn't hear from him anymore.

Where did he continue his life as a swindler?

Barnabé Smith founded a law firm,

the most important one of New Orleans. It's he who sends me.

A signature, there, there and there.

"Captain, I obeyed you.

"I said goodbye to my sad little swindler's life.

"I went into high gear.

"I became a lawyer in a country where I had no past.

"With age, I acquired a conscience!

"It torments me these days.

"With a debt that my health unfortunately...

"...prevents me to pay in person.

"I managed to become another man...

"...thanks to a small savings.

"I didn't have to start from zero... for once.

Barnabé!

The island is invisible, you can stay here.

"I found the necklace back that I sold upon my arrival in America.

"I return it through this messenger.

"Take care of yourself captain.

"My regards to Moeata...

"...the most amazing woman...

"...we ever met.

"Hello to you, Reia.

"The prince of the Pacific must be big now.

"Your 2nd class, Barnaby Smith".

Let's see...

Oh no, damn it!

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