Robinson Crusoe Page #4

What do you think you're doing?!

l saved your life back there!

l want to be your friend.

How can l make you understand?

Friend.

[Deliberately]

l am your friend.

Food.

Right.

Food. Huh?

Food. Food!

[Grunts]

CRUSOE:
Here you go.

A gift. Peace.

[Speaks native language]

[Man speaks native language]

Ah, you want the gun.

Oh, no. lt's very powerful.

And if you try to take this...

l will use this power

to kill you...

and l don't want to kill you!

You're my friend.

Food.

Food.

[Man shouts in native language]

Hey!

[Yelling]

[Man speaks native language]

No!

Blasphemy.

Blasphemy.

Blasphemy.

CRUSOE:
How couId

I ever have imagined...

being a friend to this savage?

I saw now he was

from another worId--

one sureIy ruIed by Satan.

I, Robinson Crusoe...

wouId guide and protect

my kingdom...

against aII eviI.

Skipper! Skipper!

Prepare yourself.

lt seems we have

a very unfriendly heathen...

on the island with us.

[Skipper barks]

CRUSOE:
LittIe did

this pagan know...

but his adversary was once

trained as a soIdier...

so he wouId be facing

one skiIIed in strategy...

in the miIitary arts.

[Ring]

[Ring]

CRUSOE:
It is hard to describe

my confIict of emotions.

In aII these 2 years...

I'd Ionged for the company

of another human being...

and now we were enemies.

Hunter and prey.

And he was out there--

somewhere on my isIand.

Aah! Unh!

[Arf]

[Grunts]

Sha.

[Grunting]

Ahh.

Stay away from me,

you black heathen bastard!

Aah! Aish!

CRUSOE:
Leave it aIone.

Leave the bIoody thing aIone.

You hear me?

That's right.

Blow your bloody brains out.

Go on.

Come here.

Give me that thing.

Give me that--

That's it.

Give me the gun.

Give me the bloody gun!

[Crusoe breathing heavily]

Aye.

Come here, come here.

l'll give you this.

Look. Look.

Aye.

Ha ha ha ha!

[Speaking native language]

Up.

Up.

All right, easy.

Do you understand danger?

Death?

Who are you?

Huh?

What are you?

Look.

Look!

[Fires]

[Screeching]

Aye.

[Screeches]

Aye.

Aye.

CRUSOE:
That he was a savage

was indisputabIe...

and yet he seemed to be

a decent feIIow at heart.

In time, I might even turn him

from his pagan ways.

Perhaps this was my mission.

What's your name?

What about Hamish?

l had a brother called Hamish.

[Rooster crows]

What day is it?

Thursday?

No, it's not.

lt's Friday.

[Squawks]

Friday.

Friday.

Friday.

Friday.

Friday.

Master.

Master.

Master.

Friday.

Master.

Friday.

[Laughs]

Aye.

Friday.

Friday.

You sleep here.

You sleep...

here.

[Sighs]

It's just untiI the morning.

Food.

[Bird squawks]

[Skipper barks]

Stay there.

F-food.

[Sets down]

Master.

Stay.

Stay. Stay.

Come here.

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