All language subtitles for Man Friday

"and god called the firmament 'heaven.'

And god said that the
waters under the heaven

Be gathered together
unto one place,

And that the dry land appear.

And the gathering of the waters
called he 'seas, '

And god called
the dry land 'earth, '

And god created man
in his own image,

And the image of god
created he him.

Male and female created he them.

And god blessed them,

And god said unto them,

'Be fruitful and multiply

And replenish the earth

And subdue it,

And have dominion over
the fish of the sea

And over the fowl of the air
and over every living thing

That moveth upon the earth.'"

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes.

"Have dominion over
every living thing

That moveth
upon the earth."

Oh, I think that's quite possible,
don't you? Yes, that can be done.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes.

Never know what you'll find.
Oh, you never know what you'll find. No.

Maybe crabs today?
Hmm?

Any crabs?
No? No, no.

Never mind, never mind.
There's always breadfruit. Yes.

You could say what you like about this
island, but there's always breadfruit.

Yes. And you could say what
you like about breadfruit.

But...

O god, deliver me
from the barbarian.

Save me from Satan
and all his devils.

Let me see Jesus.
O Jesus, let me see you. Jesus.

Whether it hurts you
or whether it pleases you,

Whether it hurts us

Or whether it pleases us,

It is time for you
to tell the story.

It is time.

♪ As we have always been ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ Let us cling together ♪

♪ As we are together now ♪

♪ Let us dream ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ Let the wine flow ♪

♪ Let my words flow
and I will try to tell ♪

♪ My story truly ♪

♪ As truly as I worship you ♪

♪ My ♪

♪ Own people ♪

♪ I'm going to tell you about ♪

♪ A red-Faced monster with
a man inside his belly ♪

♪ I am going to tell you about ♪

♪ A gabbling goat who could
spit deadly thunder ♪

♪ I am going to tell you about ♪

♪ A man whose spirit
walks in darkness ♪

♪ A man who walks outside ♪

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ And see the story ♪

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ And see the story ♪

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ And see the story. ♪

There were five
of us went fishing.

But the night storm caught us,

Tossed us across the ocean,

Broke the back of our canoe.

Swallowed us all down.

Sicced us up on a beach
we had never seen before.

The island was long
and narrow, like a tall man

Outstretched in sleep.

My mind and my body were heavy.

I looked around,
saw my friends upon the beach.

One of them,
old hook-Loser,

He used to tell the funniest
stories of them all.

So full of water we could
not bring him back to life.

We tried the usual spells and dances,
but nothing worked,

So we built
a journey bird for him.

We built a fire so we could
cook and eat old hook-Loser,

So we could take some
of the spirit of that man

Whom we loved
into the future with us.

But we had only begun
to eat old hook-Loser

When death visited us again.

In the name of god the father!

He shot ivory first.
You remember ivory?

Used to sing so badly
and so loudly, so happily.

The others ran. I did not run.
I did not run away from death

Knowing that the faster
you run away from death,

The sooner it overtakes you.

God, the son!

Then he killed weaver, the most
cunning craftsman of all our tribe,

Then bent-Nose, who painted
the poles of our meeting hut,

- Ran into the sea.
- And god, the holy ghost!

I put binds around my wrists to
show that I was not a warrior.

Prisoner?
Oh, you poor savage.

I have come to rescue you

From these foul cannibals!

Here.
On your feet, boy.

Up. Up, boy. Up.

I have saved your life.

Follow me. Here.
Follow me.

I... shall attempt
to save

Your benighted soul.

The first thing we must
do is clear up the mess.

There we go.

Dig!

"In the sweat of thy face,
thou shalt eat bread

Till thou return
unto the ground,

For out of it thou was taken.

For dust thou art and unto dust

Shall thou return."

Well, I suppose
I could explain that.

Yes. I could
explain it.

I'm not alone anymore.

No!

No, no, boy.
No, no.

Only when you die.
No, no, boy.

Here, give me your hand.

No, no, no, no.
Here.

Here, boy. Here.
Come on, boy. Come on.

Here. Up!
Here, here.

Now, you in front.
Yes, yes.

There must be no risk.
No risk at all.

Come on, boy.
Now we go home.

Come on.
Come on, boy!

Come on, come on.

Let's go, boy.
Possessions then we go on.

Easy, easy.

Easy. Easy!

No, no... Stay there.
Stay there!

Up.

Go on, boy.
Go go, boy.

Steady on there.
No monkey tricks.

Stay. Stay, wait.
Stay. Stay.

Where the devil have you
got to, you devil?

- Poor Robinson Crusoe.
- God save the king.

- All will be well.
- There you are.

All right, pol.
Don't worry.

Not in here.
Out, out.

This... my place.

You, outside.

This... your place.

You sleep here.

You stay here.

You. I can't keep
calling you "you."

I can't even give you a Christian name,
seeing you're certainly no Christian.

Not yet.

I know.

What day of the week is it?

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.

That'll do.
You... Friday.

Because I saved you
on a Friday. Yes.

First man I've spoken to since my
shipwreck. That was a Friday too, yes.

Nearly 12 years ago.

Friday, you stay here.

You sleep here.
You...

sleep here.

White man's magic, Friday.

Science. Sci-Ence.

- All will be well!
- I certainly hope so, pol.

Good night!
Good morning!

Good night, pol.

That night,
I dreamed of my dead friends.

I dreamed of the way they lived.

I dreamed of the way
my friends died.

All will be well!

They died suddenly,
like mosquitoes

When you slapped them
on your thigh.

I knew that if I was to live,
I must be a very cunning mosquito.

Don't play with your spoon, boy.
Copy me.

Uh-Huh! Oh!

Uh-Huh!

Hoo!

- You Friday.
- Friday.

Very good.
Friday.

- Friday?
- No.

Me...

Me... master.

Me master.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Me master,

You Friday.

Master, Friday.

- Master, Friday.
- Friday.

Master, Friday.

Master, Friday.
Friday, master.

You're sharp, boy!
You're sharp!

- Shouldn't take long to teach you English.
- Master, Friday...

Head. Head.

Head, head,

Nose, mouth, hand,

Arm, body, leg, foot.

- Friday!
- Master!

- Head! Head!
- Baskra.

No, no.
Head, head,

Not bloody Baskra!

Head!
This is my island.

This is master's island,
and master is an Englishman,

And so this island is a part of England,
and so we will talk English!

English! Friday will
talk English too,

And you'll stop speaking
that black language of yours

If I have to tear your
tongue out by the roots.

Start again.

- Friday.
- Friday.

- Master.
- Mas... master.

- Head.
- Ba... 'ead.

- Head.
- Head.

- Hh... Hh... Head.
- Head.

- Scream!
- Scream!

Yeah.

- Whistle.
- Cough.

Laugh.

- Cry.
- Scream.

Yes, yes.
Very good, very good.

We mustn't forget what we're here for,
must we?

Dig, dig.

Dig, dig.

Friday is good.

Master is good.

Good morning!
God save the king!

God save us all, pol.

Where's my...

my, uh...
well, it must be here.

Must be here somewhere.

A place for everything,
and everything in its place. Yes.

Friday!
All will be well, Friday!

Impossible.
He wouldn't dare!

Friday! Friday!

Friday!

Where the blazes
are you? Friday!

Friday!

Friday!

Friday!

- Friday!
- Master!

Friday!

Hat!

Waistcoat!
Sunshade!

Hat, waistcoat, sunshade, fish!

It's time for another lesson,
Friday, a new kind of lesson.

Good. A new
lesson. Good.

Today we will speak
only in sentences.

We've learned to speak
in sentences, haven't we?

Good, we will speak in sentences.
It is a fine day.

Here is a fat fish. My face is black.
We will speak in sentences.

- Very good.
- Now, listen to this sentence.

That hat is mine.
And listen to this one.

That waistcoat is mine.

What is "mine"?

Listen, Friday, there are
many things in the world.

Some of these things
are for everybody.

There is the sky.

The sky is for master
and Friday and everybody.

There is the sea.
The sea is for master

And Friday and everybody.

But there are other things
which are for some people

But not for everybody...

This island, which is for master
and Friday and nobody else.

Its trees and its fruit are for
master and Friday and nobody else.

And most important, Friday,
there are other things

Which are for one person
only, and nobody else.

What can be for one person only?

It is a riddle, master.
A moment.

What can be for one person only?

A man's death.
That is for him only.

No. It is for
the tribe also.

It is not a riddle.

These trousers are
for one person only.

These trousers are
for master only.

I can say,
these trousers are mine.

"These trousers are mine"?

No, no, no!
These trousers are mine!

That loincloth is yours.

You, yours, me, mine.

Ah!

The trousers are yours.
The loincloth is mine. Very good.

Very good. Now,
that hat is mine.

But, master,
the hat does not know it is yours.

It fits the head of Friday like
it fits the head of master.

Yes, but it shouldn't be on Friday's
head if it's for master only.

Is there some science in hat?
Some science that makes it for master only?

Not exactly science,
no, Friday. Magic.

Yes, there's magic
in the hat, master's magic.

Yes, and in the waistcoat.

You see, "mine" is
a word full of magic.

If I tell you that something is mine,
it's bad luck for you to touch it

Unless I take off the spell.

- Yes, master.
- That goatskin sunshade is mine!

And, Friday, this gun is mine.

I put my strongest spells on guns.
They will kill black men like Friday,

But they will not hurt
white men like master.

This gun is mine.

Yes, master.

I know that.

This "master" person...

His mind was very strange.

Did he talk such
gibberish all the time?

The answer must be
"yes" and "no."

Most of the time he talked like that.
His gibberish made sense to him.

You see, he told me that nearly all the people
of his island, England, thought the same way.

You mean,
he claimed he came from a tribe of people

Who go about saying,
"this is mine, this is yours"?

Certainly.

He said that in England, if you did not
understand the words "mine" and "yours,"

You are either a bad
man or a madman.

But tell us,
what did you do to make him well again?

I allowed him to think
he was teaching me,

But at the same time,
I tried to teach him.

And now with the help of god almighty,

We will stick us
a fine, fat pig.

Look, master!

Don't shout! You scared him off.

Spread out a bit.

Friday, do your people
have many gods?

Oh, we got gods everywhere!

Gods sitting by the fire,

Gods playing in the surf,

Gods riding on backs of goats,

Gods hanging upside down
from palm trees.

Gods in our heads,
gods in our fingers, gods in our feet.

Shh!

Friday! You shouldn't
stick a sitting pig.

- Nuh-Uh?
- Hmm-Mm.

Friday,

These gods of yours...
What are they like?

- All different.
- Can you see them?

Some of them you can
see sometimes.

Then show me one.

That's not a god.
It's just a banana.

It's just a god too.

But how could you
worship a banana?

Worship any way you like,
so long as you mean it. The god won't mind.

But you eat bananas!
How can you worship a god in such a way?

As long as you eat it worship fully,
then god will be pleased.

Show me another god.

You may think of me as a god,

- But I'm not a god at all.
- To yourself you are not yet a god.

I do not think you worship
yourself as you should.

But still you are a god,
whether you know it or not.

Show me one more god.

Well, what does he
look like your god?

Our god is so great that he
cannot be seen by mere man.

What would he look like
if men had great eyes?

Well, let's see.
He made us in his image.

Therefore, he'd look
like a human being.

Like me or like you?

Well, if I could see him,
he'd look like me,

But if you could see him,
perhaps he'd look like you...

Only greater, of course.

So your one,
single all-Alone god is really many gods.

Perhaps he is one god
with many shapes.

And perhaps one of the shapes
is the shape of a banana.

You can't believe in a banana!

That's enough discussion
for now, Friday. Uh...

my god has just
sent me a message.

- Good. What does he say?
- He says that Friday,

If he is to be saved,

Must be baptized straightaway.

I baptize thee Friday,

In the name of the father

And the son

And the holy ghost.

Amen!

Master, must I be drowned
in order to be saved?

Jesus has washed away your sins!

And now you're a Christian,
you'll dress like a Christian.

A toast.

- England.
- England.

Tell me, what is "England"?

- A great island.
- Ah, Friday's island is a great island too.

Yes, but England is
a very, very great island.

- How big is the jungle of England?
- No jungle in England, Friday.

Many trees, but no jungle.

But, master,
a jungle is many trees.

No, a jungle is hot and wet.

England...
is cold and wet.

Where do the people of
England find their bananas?

No bananas in England, Friday.

Friday, I forbid you
to laugh at England.

- I'm sorry, master.
- There's nothing funny about England.

No bananas?
Poor England.

Not at all.
England is rich.

We have many things that
Friday's island does not have.

- What things?
- We have coal.

- Is coal good?
- Oh, coal is very good.

Please explain coal.

Coal is black rock
under the ground.

Men dig it up out of the ground.

Then it is sold to other men.

And the men who did not dig the coal,
they eat the coal?

- No, they burn it.
- Ah! And then they eat it!

No, the coal burns.

It gives great heat in
the huts of the people.

England is a cold island.

Ah, I'd much rather
have a warm island

With no coal

And lots of bananas.

You know, it's quite possible...

Quite possible...

That the stars are made of coal.

Master, what is this "sport"?

Sport?
Sport is

War without weapons and
battles without bloodshed.

But it's more than that.
It involves values

Like chivalry and sportsmanship.

These are complicated beliefs,

And takes many years in a
special school to learn them.

Sport... Sport is
cutthroat competition

In which no throats are cut.

I think I will never understand.

We have no such special
schools on Friday's island.

- We have no school at all.
- I know.

But don't worry.
I'll show you.

I'll show you what
sport is all about.

First we will run
what is called a race.

I will say, "ready, steady, go,"

And when I say "go,"
we'll run between these flags

Towards that line,
and then we'll see who is the winner.

- "Winner"?
- The best runner.

The fastest runner?

Well, yeah, but the important thing
is not whether you win or lose.

- What is important?
- The important thing is how you play.

The important thing
is how you run.

Ah.
I understand.

Ready, steady, go!

You let me win!
You weren't trying!

- You won?
- I got here first.

But you said the important
thing is how you run.

I ran very beautifully.
I enjoyed every step along the sand.

You did not seem to
enjoy the running.

Your body was jerking and unhappy, and
listen to what your breathing is saying!

It is not saying "thank you"
or "is good running."

Your breathing is saying,
"hey, that hurt!

What do you think
you are doing to me?"

Friday,

As you say, you didn't
go to a special school.

Perhaps that view of sport
is too sophisticated.

Now, forget what I said before.

The important thing is to win.

Ah. I think the next event
should be the swimming.

- You can swim?
- Only in the water.

Right. Swimming event.
Out to that rock.

Ready, steady, go!

Friday!
Where are you?

Out of my way!

Friday!

It's a race to the rock,
not to the bloody horizon!

Very good.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Drat!

You went hopelessly off course!

That therefore is a draw.

Remember now,
it's not how you play,

But whether you can get
that ball into that goal,

And you mustn't use your hands.

- No hands.
- I will kick off.

Ready, steady, go!

Goal!

Why didn't you stop me?
You're meant to stop me!

I'm playing this game very carefully.
I have a plan.

The first part of my plan
is let you wear yourself out.

This part of my plan
is nearly complete, yes?

Really?

Your kickoff.

And, uh,
what is the second part of your plan?

Ready, steady, go!

Good lord.

Well, one-All, I suppose,

But I would say that was a combination
of brute strength and very good luck.

No, no.
Not really.

I concentrated one part
of my spirit in my right foot,

One part of my spirit in the ball,
and one part of my spirit in the goal.

Then I drew all three parts
of my spirit together.

You did, did you? Look,
I don't pray to god over a football match.

If I did, no doubt he'd pack my goal with
archangels, so none of your heathen magic!

You're a Christian now.
Play football like a Christian.

Third goal settles the match.

And remember, you must
not use your hands.

I will kick off.

Hey, now.

Here! Here!

Here!

It's football, not teeth ball!

You never said
anything about teeth!

- It's obvious, isn't it?
- Where's the rule?

- It's common sense!
- There's no rule against teeth!

- It's never been done!
- There's no rule!

- Look, you're asking for...
- I'm asking for what?

I think it's time for the awards.

First, the award for the
winner of the running race.

First, master.

Second, Friday.

And now we sing
my national anthem.

After the presentation, we always
sing the winner's national anthem.

Remember the one I taught you? ♪ God
save the... ♪ right.

♪ God save our gracious king ♪

♪ Long live our noble king ♪

♪ God save the king ♪

Now for the prize for swimming!

The award for swimming
in the water race.

Equal first, master and Friday.

National anthems.

♪ God save our gracious king ♪ - ♪ Oh,
swimming in the water is good ♪

- ♪ Long live our noble king ♪
- ♪ Swimming, swimming in the water ♪

- ♪ God save our king ♪
- ♪ The water is a woman ♪

♪ The water is a woman ♪

♪ So you plant your body in ♪

♪ And then you draw it
out again ♪

♪ And then you plunge it ♪

♪ A little deeper ♪

♪ The water is
a woman. ♪

Friday! That's not
an appropriate song.

Now, move on to the football
award and get it over with.

Very good.
And now,

The glorious award for
the great football battle

- Without bloodshed, and no hands!
- Or teeth.

The score:
Friday 2, master 1.

Thank you, England!

And now the football
national anthems.

♪ Let me tell you of a war ♪

♪ In which there was
no fighting ♪

♪ Let me tell you of a battle
without any hurting ♪

♪ Victory
did not matter at all ♪

♪ It did not matter ♪

♪ And yet nothing mattered
but the victory ♪

♪ How you fought was
the important thing ♪

♪ And yet how you fought ♪

♪ Was not important at all ♪

♪ Let me tell you of
the triumph of Friday ♪

♪ In the great war of football ♪

♪ It was a very fine
try for Friday ♪

♪ In the game of football. ♪

Perhaps there are some good
things about this master.

Perhaps running against
each other would be good.

Why not run with each other,
as we have always done?

No, listen.
Suppose that every year,

The whole tribe should
gather at the white beach,

And the one who ran the fastest,
he should receive a prize.

Forget the prize then.
I think it should be good

To find out which in the tribe
is the fastest.

Then he could be paid some
sort of honor by the tribe.

He could be called
"the runner."

If you like,
we will call you "the runner."

Just like that.
We will call you any name you choose.

No. I would really like to know
who is the fastest runner.

And it would be good
for the whole tribe.

We would all practice
our running,

And we would move
more quickly on our hunt.

I think this boy
is not very well.

Would you take him to his
hut and make him better?

But I...

You're not very well.

Come back when you're better.

I think master would have recommended
a tougher cure than that.

Should I have not
come back, master?

- Your eyes are angry.
- No, I'm not angry.

Well, I'm not angry
with you, Friday.

- Are you angry with the stick?
- No.

God is angry with me,
and so I'm angry with myself.

That is serious.
How do you know god is angry?

Because I had a dream.

- A dream about god... That is lucky, yes?
- No.

A dream about a woman,
about the body of a woman.

A love dream?
Surely, god would not send you

A love dream
if he is angry with you.

Not love, it was lust,

And in this dream
I used this woman

Like an animal.

You killed her?

I copulated with her.

Could she not do it well?
Did you not enjoy it?

I was very happy, happy.

Until I woke up.
And then I was ashamed!

And I knew god
was angry with me,

So I was beating myself
with that stick

So that god would forgive me.

I do not understand.
Why should your god be angry?

I am sometimes angry, master,
if someone tries to hurt me.

But you have not hurt your god,
you have only hurt your back.

- Praise the lord.
- Please.

Would you help me to understand?
Show me?

Pretend that you are god,
and pretend that I am master.

I'll pretend no such thing!

Unless you show me,
I will never understand.

All right, Friday.

You must be taught.

You are now master.

I shall be god.

You are master,

And I am god,

And I am watching
over you always.

I am poor master.

I've been alone
for many many years.

I feel tired, god.
I go to my bed.

I go to my bed alone.

Good night, god.

Good night,

Poor, lonesome Crusoe.

You must tell me the dream
or I cannot dream it.

- 'Twas a wicked dream.
- You must tell me,

Or I will never understand
what is wicked.

I will tell you.

I dreamed a dream,

And in that dream,
a woman came to me and touched my skin.

She laid my head
upon her breasts.

She touched my ears.

I said, "why? Why?"

She said, "because
your ears are beautiful."

"Why? Why?"

Because your ears
are beautiful."

Her clothes...
she wore clothes,

But they had no more
substance than moonlight.

Her body moved over mine

Like waves moving over the sand.

I began to

Jabber... and thrust

With love.

Stop! Stop!

Stop, Friday!
Stop! Stop!

Then I woke up,

And I said, "god, I am vile.

Take my life,
for there is no health in me."

"God, take my life,
for there is no health in me!"

And god said, "yes!
You are a creature of vileness!

A night monster!
A scarlet snake!

Take thy stick and chastise thyself
that thou may sin no more!"

God said that?

Well, something like that.

- And you took the stick?
- I am god's servant.

But, master,

You are not alone
on this island.

I am here.

If you had told me
that you needed loving,

I would have helped you.

- Helped me?
- I have a body too.

I am a loving man.

Down on your knees.

Master is vile, but you...

is it wrong to love?

Man shall not love man!

Friday, you are still
only a savage,

And you understand little,
but you have offered me a poisonous gift.

A very bad gift.
All I can say is

May god forgive you.

Poor Robinson Crusoe.
All will be well.

I love you.
I love you.

Shut up!

Fine morning again.

"They shall be hewers of wood

And drawers of water."

Yes, they shall.

Come on, Friday.

Don't you touch me.

I'm sorry, master,
but I have a thought.

Oh, tell me your great thought.

I think this is not a good island.
Not good for master, not good for Friday.

God in his mercy
saved both our lives

By placing this island
where it is.

There's not enough
love on the island.

"Love."
What do you suggest...

We pray for a boatload of women
to be shipwrecked on the beach?

- We should leave the island.
- Leave the island?

- Yes.
- Where would we go? And how?

Friday, I've tried.
In the years before you came,

I tried over and over again.

- I kept signal fires burning to attract...
- We should build a boat.

But I'm no shipwright.
Look.

I've been unable to build
a craft that would take me

On a journey of more
than a few days,

And a journey from here
to any British port

Would take us months through
storms and unknown currents.

But Friday's island's only
a few days and nights away,

And I know the stars to follow.

But building a boat would
take us all our time,

And there's hunting to be done,
there's fishing,

- Drainage, repairs to the hut...
- I do all those tasks.

And while I do them,
you could build a fine boat.

You spent many years at sea,
and you understand the sea.

Well, I can sail a bit.

I mean, I could do it.
I'm perfectly capable of building a boat

And sailing it as far as your island,
but suppose I did?

- Your cannibal friends would eat me.
- No!

You'd be treated as a guest.

- Perhaps I could teach them.
- They will learn many things from you, master.

Friday, I'm making no promises.

But if I have any spare time
within the next year,

I shall build us a seaworthy boat
which will take us to your home.

Perhaps.
Don't you dare touch me!

- Friend or foe?
- Friday, master.

Come in, Friday.

Well, now, there then,

You're back early
this afternoon.

Working fast today, eh?
Washed out all the pans?

Milked all the goats?
Why aren't you dressed?

I've been swimming.
My body agrees with the ocean.

But what about your jobs, Friday?
Your duties?

You know what I keep telling you... It's
all very well to talk about your rights.

All very well.
But what about your responsibilities, eh?

I am not doing responsibilities today,
master.

- I am doing rights.
- But what about the fish?

What are we going
to eat tonight?

The fish say they will come
if master cares to call them.

And what about the crops?
Have you sown the barley yet?

The ground says it will receive the
seeds if master cares to scatter them.

It is master's turn to work.

You think I don't work?

You accuse me of not working?

How do you think we'd survive on
this island if it wasn't for me?

Friday fishes,
Friday hunts, Friday cooks,

Friday lights the fires,
Friday mends the clothes.

Good night!
All will be well!

And he does these things very well indeed,
doesn't he, Pol, yes.

You have a good hunting eye
and supple muscles,

And so you work with your
eye and with your body,

But I am master,
and I work with my brain.

Has your brain built a raft yet?

- I'm working it out on paper.
- Ah, a raft of paper.

I'm working it out!

Look, who has the burden of making
all the decisions on this island...

When we shall eat,
when we shall refrain from eating,

Assigning tasks, maintaining morale,
and who, with the help of god almighty,

Decides what is wrong
and what is right?

I would like to try
to do that work, master.

No, no, no, no, Friday,

That is master's work.

Oh. So Friday's just one
of master's possessions.

Like his sunshade.
Like those slaves you told me about.

That's unkind,
ungrateful, Friday.

I don't look upon you
as a slave.

- Then what am I?
- You're an ignorant savage!

Oh, look, Friday,

I'm just trying to teach you that
you're a man who works with me

Willingly for the common good.

I will share
the work with master.

- No.
- Then I will do no work at all.

That's wicked.
Wicked.

Damn you, Friday.

Out! Out!

Out!

On, on, on.
Now,

Go in there.

There? There may be
wild beast in there!

I wouldn't know.
I've never been in there.

- What do I do in there?
- You wait in there.

You wait in the darkness. You wait
until you have repented of your sin.

And when you have
decided to work again,

You may come out of the darkness,
and I will allow you

To work just as before.

I'm afraid!

In you go.

It's for your own good.

Friday...

Friday!

Friday!

Oh, come on!
I know you're in there!

Friday, it's no time for jokes.

Hey, Friday, pork for dinner.

Good pork, Friday.

Oh, come on out, Friday,

And we'll talk it over
in the morning.

Friday!
Now don't move.

I'm coming in.

Friday.

Where are you?

Oh, come on, Friday!

Let's go home!

Friday!

Friday, you there?

Friday, boy?

Now, Friday, wherever you are,
listen carefully!

It is dangerous to be alone
on this island at night!

Dangerous!
Friday,

No one can survive
on this island alone.

Friday...
Friday, I forgive you!

Is that you, Friday?

Is it you?

Friday, you can't live alone.
No one can live alone.

Solitude tears you to pieces.
It chews up your heart.

It rips your brain.

Solitude...
I've been there, Friday.

It's a place of terror,
and you crouch there...

You crouch there, and you feel your
mind turning rotten like meat,

And you howl to god for the
light of a human face...

A face to look at...
And I'm... I'm human.

Oh, Friday, don't leave me.

I'm only a man.

I am here, master.

Come down.
Please come down.

- In here, Friday.
- Coming, master.

I have two things to say to
you this morning, Friday.

- Two things?
- This first is to congratulate you

On coming to your senses.

Take hold of my hand.

And now we shake
our hands up and down.

Congratulations, Friday.

And now we stop shaking.

And the second thing
I wanted to say was

I'm quite prepared to forget
about our disagreement.

And I suggest that you spend
the morning washing my shirts

And catching a few fish.

I am not working.

I am not working until
all the work is shared.

Well, I'm sorry you decided to
take that attitude, Friday.

That's my gun.

The gun is yours, master.

Oh, I know the gun.

I have decided

I will not live as a slave.

- You may kill me.
- All will be well.

- Let go of the gun.
- And when you kill me,

I would like to be killed well.

I think that if the gun points
to this part of my head,

Where my spirit lives,

I will die very quickly.

So let me hold the gun.

I'm not going to kill you.

I am not working.

- Oh, come on, F...
- I am not working.

- Shut your eyes.
- You're going to kill me.

Oh, no no no no.
Shut your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Look.

If you will do all the fishing

And the fire-Lighting and the
other jobs just as before,

I will pay you,
and then you can't call yourself a slave,

For the difference between
a free man and a slave

Is that a free man
is paid wages.

- What are these "wages"?
- At the end of every week,

When you have done all your work,
master will give you one of these

For each day of the week.

They are called coins.

They're very powerful.

It's pretty.

It's cold.

- What do you use them for?
- That is a coin.

You work for a week,
I give you coins.

You keep the coins.
They are yours.

At the end of next week's work,
I give you more coins.

Soon you have many coins.

And if you come to me
and say, "master,

I would like
that copper kettle"...

You will say, "no.
The kettle is mine."

Aye!
Good morning!

No no no no.
Not if you have coins.

I will say this:
"if you give me three of your coins,

You may have that
copper kettle."

- I don't need a kettle.
- Poor Robinson Crusoe.

Or my lamp then.
That would be, let's say, four coins,

And this saw, for instance... Excellent saw...
Might let you have it for three coins.

Uh, bag of nails, one coin.

Fancy some sugar?
Small bag for two coins.

Uh, knife and fork...
Three coins for the pair.

A nice handmade dram bottle...

I'll let it go for six coins.

And you'll need a seaman's chest
to keep all these things in.

Seaman's chest. Last you a lifetime.
That'll be 20...

20 coins to you.

But, master,
I use all of those things when I need them.

Why do I have to
give you coins now?

Because you're a free man!
You insisted on your freedom,

And with freedom
comes responsibility.

- But I don't want any of those things.
- Oh, blast!

Isn't there anything
that you want?

Perhaps so,

But for now I will
keep my coins.

How many would I have to give you for
your whole hut and everything in it?

You're a rascal!

How many?

- That's a joke, isn't it?
- Oh, yes. A joke.

If I bought everything you have,
you would have to work for me,

And I'd have to give you coins
to buy everything back again.

Oh, dear. The hut
and everything in it, yeah?

Well,
I think I'd let it go for 2,000 coins.

2,000?
That's fair.

Your story is too absurd.

I don't believe a word of it.

You are 99 years old,
and you still do not know

That all true stories
are absurd.

This master was extremely ill.

This fantasy that a man
should work all day

For the sake of a little
shining disc of metal?

Right. Lunchtime.
Back to the stockade, Friday.

But, master, can't we have a quick
lunch here? The raft is important.

You're forgetting something, Friday.
Today is payday. Come on!

Now, here are your wages for your first
week of work as a truly free man.

One, two,

Three, four,

Five, six...

seven? Seven days
in a week?

Yeah, but the seventh day is Sunday.
You don't work on Sunday.

- I cook on Sunday.
- But you can't be paid for Sunday.

Unless...
all right.

Here you are.
Seven.

But on the condition that you put
one coin in the collection box

- When I preach the Sunday sermon.
- But, master...

I'm a fair man, Friday.
I'll use the extra money

- To pay you to build us a chapel.
- Praise the lord! I love you!

If the stars were coal,

White-Hot coal,

You could see the smoke.

If they're gigantic diamonds,

Why, there's a fortune
to be made up there.

Come on, flat-Nose!

Master, I got a good one!

Well, you've taken your time.

Now, could that be Orion?

- Master, can you help me?
- Too busy,

Too busy, studying the stars.

God's teeth!
Friday, you could've killed me!

♪ The sun can cook ♪

♪ An island ♪

♪ But the moon cannot
even boil an egg ♪

♪ The wind can tear ♪

♪ A forest down ♪

♪ But the strongest tree
cannot harm the wind ♪

♪ The shark spends his life ♪

♪ Praising the water ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Monkey is afraid
to wet his feet ♪

♪ The body of Friday ♪

♪ Can show its happiness ♪

♪ But master can only smile
half his face ♪

You're trying to make me
lose my temper.

- I think you need to lose something.
- Master.

You need to lose
something, master.

Why don't you ever dance?

You can't me to dance so
you could laugh at me.

Dance, master!
Dance!

- Good for the body, good for the soul!
- You'd laugh at me.

I might laugh if you
make a funny dance.

I laugh at funny dancing.

- And bad dancing.
- There's nothing funny about bad dancing.

No. I'm not
going to dance.

Come. It's so easy.
Even the grass can dance.

Dance with me,
and I'll give you a coin.

All right, Friday.
That's fair.

Now, uh, yes.
You, um,

Do your drum thing.

You're not dancing yet.

I'm dancing!

No, you're not dancing at all.
Only your feet are dancing.

What am I supposed to
bloody dance with?

Dance with your whole body.
Dance with your whole soul.

You are starting to dance.

Here you are.

- Ha!
- But you must practice.

You must practice
until you dance

As naturally as a two-Year-Old child.

Observe the trees
and how they grow.

And now, master,

Make me a song.

Oh, that I won't do.
No no no.

Not for love
nor money. No.

I don't make songs.

In England, songs are
only made by riffraff.

Riffraff? Riffraff?
Is that a song?

- "Riffraff" is a class of person.
- Oh.

- One of your English classes.
- Mm.

Riffraff.
I think I'm riffraff.

This riffraff is
a class of song-Makers?

You could say that, yes.
And who makes the songs of your island?

Everybody. You see,
we are all riffraff.

Somebody needs a song,
they make it.

Of course, some make
better songs than others.

Master, sing me a song made
by one of your riffraff.

- Oh, I have a terrible voice.
- No!

- Sometimes it is a good voice.
- But I don't sing,

Except when I'm alone,
sometimes.

But, master, you are alone.

Almost. Almost.

Friday, I will sing you a song. I won't
sing it very well, but I'll do my best.

Good. A riffraff song.
Good.

♪ It was a lover and his lass ♪

♪ With a hey and a ho
and a hey ♪

♪ Nonny-No
and a hey nonny nonny no ♪

♪ That o'er a green cornfield
did pass in springtime ♪

♪ The only pretty ring time ♪

♪ When birds do sing
hey, ding-A-Ding-A-Ding ♪

♪ Hey, ding-A-Ding-A-Ding
sweet lovers' love ♪

♪ A spring ♪

♪ Between the acres ♪

♪ Of the rye ♪

♪ With a hey and a ho
and a hey ♪

♪ Nonny-No
and a hey nonny nonny no ♪

♪ These pretty country
folk would lie ♪

♪ In springtime ♪

♪ The only pretty ring time ♪

♪ And birds do sing
hey, ding-A-Ding-A-Ding ♪

♪ hey, ding-A-Ding-A-Ding ♪

♪ Sweet... ♪

I like your song, master.

But if you want to kill yourself,
this is not the way!

Not wanting to kill myself.
Kill my desires.

Killing myself would be
a crime before god.

What will your god way about
the way you kill your desires?

He will rejoice.

That's a frightening
god, your god.

He's meant to be
a frightening god.

Hello, small monkey.

Friday, why is Polly
soaking wet?

I used Sunday to baptize her.

Hello, big monkey.

You baptized the
bloody parrot? Why?

I thought he'd be company for
master in the English heaven,

In case Friday never gets there.

English heaven?
But, Friday,

Parrots don't have souls.

Almighty father.

But who are they?
Where's their ship?

Friday, they're British.

We're saved!

Prepare a feast, Friday.

Food and drink,
the best we have.

I'll go and greet our saviors.

A highly picturesque
spot, eh, Mr. McBain?

I'd say the lord had been
a wee bit overindulgent

With the vegetation.

Provisions for us, McBain.
Plenty of water, plenty of fruit.

And...

what the devil is that?

No, no, no, no.
I don't think that'll be necessary.

Englishmen?

Well, he is.

Introductions. I'm captain
William Kerry of the enterprise,

And this is my first mate,
Mr. Amos McBain.

I...

I am Robinson Crusoe,

English, a poor wretch

Shipwrecked on these shores
many years ago.

You'll take me
off the island, sirs?

Well, naturally.

You're well defended,
Mr. Crusoe.

Can't be too careful, sir.

Savages, Spaniards...

look.

It's my own invention.

An impressive cuisine,
Mr. Crusoe.

That's the work
of my man Friday.

- Friday!
- Coming.

A savage when I found him.

But I've taught him
a great deal.

Back to civilization,
eh, Mr. McBain?

Friday.

How very handy
for you, Mr. Crusoe.

Shipwrecked on a desert island,
and out pops your own personal slave.

I am no slave.

I am a free man.
Look.

- Huh. A sensitive savage?
- Powerful shoulders.

Oh, Friday's very very sensitive,
yes yes yes, and very sharp.

Well, shall we accommodate
him, Mr. Crusoe?

Uh, never mind about Friday.

Uh, let's drink
a toast to England.

- England.
- England.

All these years I've dreamed.

I've tried to
maintain standards,

But it hasn't always been easy.

We'd better be leaving
or we'll miss the boat.

Miss the boat?
But Y...

Ah, it's a joke?

I'd almost forgotten
about jokes.

- Well, you'll give me a moment?
- Of course.

I just want to fetch
a few of my things...

A bible and parrot,
you know, and, uh,

There'll be presents
for both of you.

Oh, Robinson Crusoe,
hallowed be thy name!

"Hallowed be thy name"?
Who taught you that?

That Friday fellow should
raise a fortune at market.

Aye. Sturdy
and spirited.

- Intelligent.
- Speaks English too.

Where did he get that gold?

Master. Shh!

Friday! Have you been teaching
Polly the lord's prayer?

Master, they are bad men!

Their boat is full of
people in chains!

Oh, no.

Not slave traders.

- But...
- Shh!

What will we do with
this Crusoe creature?

Auction him.

- Tangiers?
- Yes.

Tangiers.
A white property. Rare.

You know he is
half-Mad and totally decrepit.

Or we could lose him.

Your man makes a good
brew, Mr. Crusoe.

You'll not put us in chains!
You'll not sell us!

Can't we talk this over?

Like civilized human beings?

Put down that gun,
you murderous animal!

Come on!
We must get that boat!

Oh, no!

If only we could've
captured that ship!

Won't they come back
and fight us?

No, I don't think so, Friday.

They're not warriors.
They're businessmen.

Master.

If only we could've
captured that ship.

I thought you said white men
could not be killed by a gun

Because of science magic.

I laid that spell
myself, Friday,

So I can take it off
when I like.

Come on.
Let's bury the dead.

Can we try it now, master?
Can we try it?

Oh, not quite ready yet.
Needs sails.

- Does it float?
- Float?

Of course it floats.

All right, Friday,
but we must be very scientific.

Right. Very scientific.
Very good.

♪ I am going to ride ♪

♪ To the island of Friday ♪

♪ Oh, the tribe will be
waiting on the beach ♪

♪ There will be singing
and weeping ♪

Needs some readjustment.

I think I have a better
idea for escaping.

- Eh?
- Mm.

Oh.

Are you ready, master?

Your privilege, Friday.

You see, there must be something
basically wrong with our designs.

Look!

Oh, that brute's got
one of our porkers.

We could try it.

We've been trying
to be the eagle.

- Yes.
- What if we were not the eagle but the pig?

Yes.

Both together, then.
Ready, steady,

Go!

- We've done it!
- You're right, Friday!

- ♪ We are going to fly ♪
- ♪ We are going to fly ♪

- ♪ To the island of Friday ♪
- ♪ To the island of Friday ♪

- ♪ Like the seagulls ♪
- ♪ Like the seagulls ♪

- ♪ Like the eagles ♪
- ♪ Like the eagles ♪

- ♪ We are going to fly ♪
- ♪ We are going to fly ♪

- ♪ To the island of Friday ♪
- ♪ To the island of Friday ♪

- ♪ To the island of Friday ♪
- ♪ To the island of Friday. ♪

Oh, that was fun!

Daft, but fun.

Oh!
You know it's obviously the will of god

That we should
remain on this island.

Tomorrow, we must
make a fresh start.

Oh, but, master,
every day we make a fresh start.

Every day I'm a new Friday.
Every day you're a new master.

We must make
ourselves better men.

Stop grinning and sit down.

Our your bowels unhappy? What about
those blue herbs I dried for you?

My bowels are perfectly happy.

I'm trying to turn you into
a civilized human being.

Oh, I think you're doing very well, master.
I feel more civilized every day.

The more we talk,
the more civilized I feel.

And the more you talk,
the angrier I get.

If you feel angry, master,
please don't hide it.

Don't condescend to me!
Now, listen.

I decided to do something about your
black ignorance and superstition.

Now, every day, after your morning's work,
there will be a teaching time.

Good, good.
I want to learn.

But teaching time will be different
from our old talking time.

- I will do the talking because I am the teacher.
- And if I...

And if you want to talk,
you will raise your hand.

And if I want you to talk,
I will observe that your hand is raised,

And I will say, "yes, Friday,
what do you want to say?"

And only then will you
be permitted to talk.

Not yet.
I haven't even started.

Put your hand down.
You will raise your hand

Only when it's
absolutely necessary,

Only when there is something
you do not understand...

Oh, put it down!
The lesson hasn't even begun!

Today,

I'm going to teach you
about education.

Education.

From the Latin duco...

Good question.
What is Latin?

Latin is a language which
was spoken by the Romans.

Yes. The Romans were a people who,
many years ago,

Lived in Italy.

Italy is a large country near
England which is shaped like a boot.

- The Romans had a great deal of education.
- Hallowed be thy name.

Good night!

- Yes?
- The Romans

Used to live in Italy
shaped like a boot?

- Correct.
- Where do the Romans live now?

The Romans are all dead now. Well,
that's not the point about the Romans.

The point about the Romans is,
they had a great deal of education.

I feel sorry for the Romans.

Friday, if you forget to raise your
hand again, you will be punished.

- Yes.
- What is "punished"?

Punished.

It's not only a principle of education,
Friday, it's a principle of life.

It means to hurt someone because
they have done something bad.

It's not my invention, Friday.
God punishes if we live a bad life,

Then when we are dead,
god punishes us.

But a teacher can't wait
until his pupil is dead,

So a teacher punishes
as soon as a pupil is bad.

- How does he punish?
- Friday, you didn't raise your hand.

That is very bad.
You will now be punished.

- Ah!
- Stand over there.

Hold out your hand.

Friday, that is very wrong! You must
learn to take your punishment like a man!

I am a man.
If someone does something bad

- To someone else, they are punished, is that right?
- Yes!

Well, the stick did something bad to my
hand, so my hand punished the stick!

Pick up the pieces!

You must learn to take
your punishment like a stick!

Three, four,

Five...

I seem to have run out of coins.

I'll have to owe you
the other two.

Owe me? Have you
no more coins?

- Not at the moment.
- But I only work for coins!

- I work, you give me coins!
- Oh, calm down, Friday, calm down.

I know where I can get
my hands on some more.

I don't see any wreck.

Down there, Friday.
Down there.

Down there? Well,
how will we get them?

- We dive, don't we?
- We?

Oh, come on, Friday.
Who's the great swimmer?

And there are the two
coins I owe you.

And that's one for diving.

Strange old day, Friday.

I've decided to come fishing with
you today, Friday, just for fun.

I cannot fish today.

What's wrong?
It's warm, the tides are right.

The moon is wrong.

Well, how about a walk?
Kill a few birds for dinner.

- No killing today.
- What's wrong with today?

You do not know
sorrow day in England?

"Sorrow day"?

Never heard of it.

There are certain times
when the moon is wrong.

Those are the days of sorrow.

What are you supposed
to do on sorrow day?

You must sit upon the ground.

You must look at the ground.

You must stare into the earth.

- How long for?
- All day long.

- And do nothing?
- You must do a great deal.

You must stare at the earth
until you see the faces.

- What faces?
- You will know them as soon as you see them.

They will come to you.

- Whose faces?
- The faces of those you have lost.

Can't see any faces
in the earth.

You must be patient.
You must be quiet.

They will come to you.

Still can't see any faces.

Can you see faces?

Who can you see?

I see the children playing.

Friday, you have no children.

My tribe has children.

Friday,

Are you the father
of any of these children?

I may be, I may not be.

Does not matter?

They are the children
of the tribe.

Oh, but, Friday, that's shocking.
You mean to tell me...

Quiet.

I'm watching the children.

But, Friday...

we do not talk on day of sorrow.

You must stare into the earth.

Have you lost nobody?

So he understood sorrow day?

Yes, he understood.

Every day he understood
more and more.

No!
He understood nothing!

Time for school, master!

It's time!

Time!

Today you are not going to talk.

There will be
no questions today.

There will be no singing,
there will be no dancing,

There will be no raising of hands,
there will be no smiling,

There will be no sighing,
do you understand?

No. You don't
understand.

I will explain.

I think you are very dangerous.

I think perhaps you are
an agent of the devil.

I tried to show you what
is good and what is bad,

But you take the good things
I show you and you twist them

And you tear them apart
until they lie bleeding.

You take the bad things
I show you and you smile

As if they were
your closest friends,

But with your sorrow day,
you showed yourself most clearly.

For a time...
For a time

I lost my soul.

I think you are starting
to sing, master.

But I do not think
it is a true song.

Over there.

Over there.
Over there!

♪ There was ♪

♪ A man ♪

♪ Whose skin was
covered with thorns ♪

♪ There was a man ♪

♪ Whose skin was
covered with thorns ♪

♪ There was a man ♪

♪ Whose skin was
covered with thorns ♪

♪ I'll take my knife ♪

♪ And cut away your thorns ♪

♪ I'll take my knife ♪

♪ And cut away your thorns ♪

♪ So your skin ♪

♪ Might feel the fingers
of the air ♪

No!
♪ I am disarmed ♪

♪ If you take away my thorns ♪

♪ I am disarmed ♪

♪ If you take away my thorns ♪

♪ I am disarmed ♪

♪ If you take away my thorns ♪

♪ There was a man ♪

♪ Whose skin was
covered... ♪

Today's lesson is about man.

The earth belongs to man.

The animals belong to man.

So do the fish,

And the birds, the trees,
the grass, the stones.

Man is the king of the earth...
under god.

Does this sound good?
It is not good.

Man is not good.
A vile... A vile king, a scarlet monster

In love with darkness
because darkness hides him.

It is necessary for a monster to hide
himself away, hide himself away, yes.

For amongst those
vile kings called men,

There are some who can
bear a little light!

It hurts, but some of us can
take the pain of that light.

There are a few of us, only a few, to whom
god has scattered a few grains of light,

And we, my poor savage,
are the leaders of men.

Yes, I am one of those leaders.

A king of kings,
a vile king of vile kings.

Why? Because
I accept it all.

I bow down to those more kingly than
myself, more monstrous than me,

For man is a monster,
and the greater the man...

and I make myself responsible for those
who are less kingly, less monstrous.

I'm a vile king
of vile kings because...

Because I use my will!

Because what I take, I keep.
Because I have a gun!

Because I have a pipe.
I have rum, I have a hammock,

Razors, a grindstone, an ax,
three bibles, ink and paper,

Two barrels of gunpowder,
a pair of scissors, books of navigation,

Three bibles, a hammock,
mathematical instruments,

Crowbars, compasses, canvas,

Pistols, planks of wood,

Because I do not flaunt my body

Because I know it is
scarlet and monstrous!

Because I am ashamed.
Because I am proud to be ashamed!

Because money is a fruit!

No, I don't mean money.
Yes, because money is the root!

Because I am rooted
in money and shame!

Because I'm the vile king
of the vile earth!

Because I came to save you
from your monstrosity

By showing you how dark
you are and how monstrous!

Because I am scarlet
and monstrously white!

Because I am...

Because I have a gun!

I love you.

That was my last lesson.

After that,

I stopped trying to teach him.

I worked, he gave me coins,
I worked, he gave me coins,

Day after day,
month after month,

Year after year!

What have you got there?

I've got a surprise for you.

Better count them all.

You think I've
nothing better to do

Than to count your money?

Not my money, your money now.

I don't need money.
What use is money?

You're a rich man now, master.

There are 2,000 coins there.

Count them.

What are they for?

You remember?
We decided.

The hut and everything in it.
2,000.

I shall sleep in the inner room.

You may sleep by the fire
and guard me!

But there have to be two parties
to a bargain, and I'm not selling.

Surely you remember
our agreement.

The hut and everything in it.

2,000.

And look what I found
in the hut.

Now, Friday, don't do
anything foolish.

I've treated you
like my brother.

I've given you everything.

When we first met,
you were nothing but a savage,

And I educated you.

When I first met you,

You were a killer
possessed by demons!

Your head was full of
nothing but your own power,

Your own guilt,
and the fear of a cruel god!

And I taught you
to dance and sing!

Not very well,
but I taught you that much at least!

But perhaps I was
a very bad teacher,

Because your head is
still full of thoughts

Of power and guilt and fear!

And what are you
going to do with me?

I'm gonna make you work.

You're going to work all day
long instead of playing at work.

You're gonna work on that raft with all
of your strength all day and every day!

And I'm gonna stand over you
with this gun!

And when the raft is finished,

We're gonna sail
for Friday's island.

It's time!

The sea and the wind were kind to us.

We followed the sun by day

And stars by night.

Sailed for two days
and two nights.

It was a peaceful journey,

And now I am home.

And a man called master
waits outside.

He has asked to join our tribe.

No!

He is a man.
He's not a joke.

This master wants
to join the tribe.

That is why the story's
important to all of us.

- I think we should take him in.
- He might betray us.

He might put us all in chains.

But the tribe is stronger than him,

And I think the tribe should
share its love with him.

Bring him in.
Let him speak to us now.

I don't know how to put this,

But I would very much
like to stay.

I know I've wronged
your tribe in the past.

I shot those men.

It was simply because
I didn't understand.

And I know I've
treated Friday here

Very harshly,
but I was only trying to help him develop

As a civilized human being.

And if you let me stay,

I do have a number of skills that
I could put at your disposal,

And I could teach you about
the world beyond the ocean.

It is not for me to decide.

It is for the whole tribe.
But I will say this...

That I pity him,

Because he is sick beyond the
reach of all of our magic.

I think he would destroy our
tribe like a great sickness.

- But if he has a sickness of the mind...
- He is sickness itself!

Your children, then.

I perhaps help you
teach your children.

Come. Come to me.

He likes me.
Children do like me.

Oh, there are so many
things to learn,

So many wonderful things.

I will call the children together
every morning so they can...

Drop the spear!

You caught
the sickness yourself!

You are right.

I am wrong.

But he's threatened
our children,

And our children have no
defense against his teaching.

And he only teaches one thing...
He teaches fear!

Friday,

I only wanted to help.

But if you wish,

I will not speak to the children,
I promise you.

And now the plague
makes promises!

Who'll guard him?

Who will protect our
children against the plague?

Without its children,
the tribe does not exist.

Remember what happened?

Remember the dead?

Remember the children.

Let the tribe decide.

♪ The tribe changes
as the tree ♪

♪ Changes ♪

♪ The tribe changes ♪

♪ As the tree ♪

♪ Changes ♪

♪ When the storm throws its
weight against the tree ♪

♪ The tree bends away ♪

♪ When the storm
falls asleep upon the tree ♪

♪ The tree stands up again ♪

♪ The children are
the blossoms of the tree ♪

♪ They laugh
along its branches ♪

♪ The old are the fruit
of the tree ♪

♪ They fall when they are
ready to fall ♪

♪ The tribe changes
as the tree ♪

♪ Changes ♪

♪ The tribe changes
as the tree ♪

♪ Changes ♪

♪ The tribe changes
as the tree ♪

♪ Changes ♪

♪ Nobody tells the tree ♪

♪ How it should grow ♪

♪ Nobody knows what shape ♪

♪ It would take on ♪

♪ The tree decides ♪

♪ How it should hold
its branches ♪

♪ The tree decides ♪

♪ When it is ready to die ♪

♪ The tribe changes
as the tree ♪

♪ Changes ♪

♪ The tribe changes
as the tree ♪

♪ Changes ♪