Robinson Crusoe

[People chattering]

[Horse neighs]

[Boy yells]

DEFOE:
I am a journaIist,

Robert, I assure you.

I have very IittIe interest

in your fIights of fancy.

ROBERT:
You, DanieI Defoe,

are a writer.

It is your destiny as such...

to bring this

remarkabIe man's story--

a story of intense struggIe...

extraordinary friendship,

and undying Iove--

to the world.

Well done, well done.

Full of life, death, passion.

You could indeed

give up publishing...

for the stage, sir.

Tell me, though...

what relevance

has this fine story...

to an impoverished

scribe like myself?

Because, Daniel...

you are my favorite

impoverished scribe.

And what is this?

A recently-discovered journal

of one Robinson Crusoe.

Then this tale

you tell me is true?

Every word of it.

A travelogue

of a wayward seaman.

Read this journal, Daniel.

l am confident, sir, you will

find a great interest...

in the story he has to tell.

CRUSOE:
And so

my story begins...

Iike so many other stories,

with a woman.

For as Iong as I can

remember...

Mary McGregor and I

had pIanned to marry.

However, as the McGregor famiIy

grew more prosperous...

So, too, did the fortunes

of the Crusoe famiIy dwindIe.

As a resuIt, the woman

whom I greatIy Ioved...

found herseIf betrothed

against her wiII...

To my dear friend

Patrick Connor.

CRUSOE:
Though Patrick

knew of our IifeIong bond...

he refused to reIease Mary

from their arrangement.

lt need not end

this way, Patrick.

How, then?

Shall l cease the engagement

and disgrace my family?

[Both grunting]

Patrick!

We were friends once.

Does not that count

for anything?

[Panting]

We were friends, Crusoe.

But we are friends no longer.

Then we shall fight.

[Grunting]

[Horse neighs]

[Panting]

[Panting]

She is to be my wife, Robin.

lt is God's will.

You know Mary and l loved

each other since childhood.

MAN:
Patrick!

PATRICK:
This is not

your fight, James.

CRUSOE:
You're not

Iike your brothers, Patrick.

Don't be like your brothers.

[Gasping]

[Horse neighs]

PATRICK:
You wiII

never be together!

[Grunting]

JAMES:
Patrick!

[Gasps and grunts]

No! No, no.

Dear God, forgive me.

[Groaning]

[Gasps]

[Panting]

MAN:
He's dead, sir.

Murderer.

Take to your horse, sir.

l'll not leave.

Go, sir, now!

Murderer!

Uhh.

[Horse neighs]

[Panting]

MARY:
Of course he knew

I did not Iove him.

l told him as much.

Yet he chose to fight.

You both chose to fight, Robin.

What are you saying, Mary?

Do you believe l would

willfully kill my friend?

l walked away.

You accepted his challenge.

Would a wiser man have known

better than to fight, huh?

His brothers

will seek vengeance.

Ah, they have already.

He was my friend, Mary.

l would never have wished...

such a terrible fate

on Patrick.

MARY:
You must Ieave now.

It is not safe

for you anymore.

CRUSOE:
WiII it ever

be safe for me, Mary?

MARY:
Time wiII heaI

this wound, Robin.

I wiII expIain to

Patrick's famiIy.

They wiII come

to understand.

Go with the coachman.

You can trust him.

He wiII take you

to Edinburgh...

and arrange

for your safe passage.

Come back wiser

for the experience.

ln a year...l'll return.

Then we shall be wed.

lf it is 13 months, Robin...

then shall l marry another?

l love you.

l will always see

your face before me.

CRUSOE:
A year.

No longer.

[Coachman speaks indistinctly]

[Neighs]

[Chattering]

[Sailor yells]

CRUSOE:
And so I took

to the seas--

the one pIace where

I knew I wouId be safe.

[Sailor yells]

For many months we saiIed

the great oceans of the worId.

We docked at mysterious

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