Crusoe s01e11 Episode Script

Hey! Who are you? Crusoe! We have found him! The spirit that made the sea, the sky and the ground that we walk on, says that he gives to those who give back to the earth.
That is something you will never understand.
You see, we eat the fruit that the earth gives us.
And in return, we return what we do not eat, which then fertilizes the crops.
That there, my friend, is the cycle of nature.
You are hungry, too? Well, you do not eat fruit.
So you just have to wait for Crusoe to come back.
He promised to find us some eggs.
What took you so long? We had a visitor on the north cove.
What kind of visitor? A Carib like you.
Dressed up with makeup and frippery.
He had piercings everywhere.
Here, here.
He made no attempt to harm me, but he cut off a lock of my hair and just ran.
That cannot be good.
No.
I did manage to get this though.
Crusoe, the person that you describe, he is not from my tribe.
He is Cacique.
Royalty.
What's he doing here then? That is what I do not understand.
They're all meant to be dead.
This was no ghost.
The Cacique, they were the superior tribe.
Cultured, inventive.
They ruled by the law and detested human flesh.
And they were very skilled craftsmen.
Sounds like my type of people.
And also very fierce warriors.
Okay, your type of people.
They used to protect our villages.
So we never had to worry about raids from the flesh-eaters.
What changed? One day the king disappeared, the tribe disbanded.
Actually, nobody really knows what happened to them.
They just became a legend.
Hmm.
Well, they're not a legend anymore.
They're on our island, or at least one of them is and we, we should find him.
Some say he abandoned his people, others say he went on to the afterlife.
Nobody knows for sure.
Certainly an interesting tale.
Perhaps if we find him, we can ask him for directions off this sand dune.
If I can speak his language.
You speak everyone's language.
And I'm misunderstood in most of them.
These are a serious people, Crusoe.
Well, if they're civilized, they can be reasoned with.
Leave the reasoning to me.
It seems as though you've never been in the presence of true royalty before.
Where I come from, if you get that near royalty, it's probably because you've lost your head.
Shh! Quiet! I don't hear anything.
You'll not.
These are not your people, Crusoe.
They do not blunder through the forest announcing their arrival.
Looks like they left us a souvenir.
This was a mistake.
What are you talking about? This is bad.
We should leave this place.
Because of that? What is it? It is a sign.
What kind of sign? The mark of the hunt.
So they're hunting.
It is what they're hunting, Crusoe.
He took your hair for a reason.
So they're hunting me? We should leave this place and go back the way we came.
Move downwind and mask our scent.
I don't understand.
I don't see the point.
Why bother hunting me? He took my hair.
He could have just as easily slit my throat.
Would you stop? Come here! Hair Crusoe, they did it for the sport of it.
Don't tell me they're legendary hunters.
Each trained in a field of combat.
Why me? Do you remember that wild pig? The one that had the white stripe on the side? You gave it a name and you were chasing it around for weeks.
Jeffreys? Yes.
That was a pig and a half.
I've never seen another one like it.
Exactly.
I'm the pig.
Just remember who said it out loud.
To them, you're some sort of a prize.
I cannot see it myself, Crusoe, but there you go.
Now would be a very good time to see Santos Santana come over the horizon with a rescue ship.
Do not rely on that.
I thought you trusted him now.
I do not doubt his intentions, Crusoe, but we do not always achieve what we intend.
Mr.
Santana? Santos Santana.
Señora Crusoe.
Please.
The day I do not rise for the woman beloved of Robinson Crusoe, is the day the breath leaves my body.
You have a story for me, Mr.
Santana? I do.
I cannot pay you much.
You will not pay me at all.
The debt is on my side.
I don't understand.
I'm not the first man that owes his life to your husband.
I made him a promise to return with a ship, but thanks to this affliction, I've yet to keep it.
Where is he? On an island.
It is a tale of pirates, treasures and mutineers and cannibals and heroes.
I'm sure it is.
And I pray that you open your heart to believe it, for I know no one else who will.
Please.
He seems sincere, but his story was just like all the others.
All serpents and mermaids, huh? Quite so fantastical.
He'd have Robin marooned on an island with guns and a dog and a house in the trees and all sorts of devices for his comfort.
Word has got around.
You're a woman who will pay for a tale.
He said Robin had been a planter in Brazil.
Can you imagine that? But I would have had a letter by now, I'm sure of it.
I believe your soup is getting cold.
Wait.
Someone is following us.
There! Come on! I've got him.
Perhaps we can negotiate.
With what? These people are after my head.
What do I offer them? An arm? Maybe we can ask them just to torture you a little bit.
Well, he's fast.
He's not as fast as a musket ball.
On second thought, he's all yours.
Plan B? Leg it.
Crusoe, I'm not the pig! He wants you.
Are you okay? I'm fine, I'm fine.
Boy! I do not understand this.
The Cacique never used to hunt men.
This goes against everything they believed in.
Well, whatever it is they believe in, I think we can safely assume that I'm their prey.
What was that? Do you want me to guess? Only if you can guess me some good news.
Another warrior is coming.
That's not good news.
What does it take to make them stop? Oh, you cannot stop the Cacique.
Shouldn't sound so impressed.
Crusoe, I have a plan.
We should go different ways.
They're hunting for you, not for me.
So maybe, I can distract them.
That's nice of you to point out.
Where will you go? Preferably, another island, but that is not an option.
All right.
Why are we splitting up again? The element of surprise.
Perfect.
I'll see you at the tree house.
So, I was struck down like this, before I could keep my word.
They had me halfway home before I could learn to speak.
No, it's not your fault if no one believes you.
You believe me, don't you? Of course I do.
Could you raise me a rescue ship? Not quite so simple.
Before you spend money on a ship, you have to know where the ship is to go.
Ah! A map.
The position is accurate.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Is this leather? Do not ask.
Now, there are a few questions I need you to answer.
Robinson Crusoe, the ingenious white hermit of the island.
Are you impressed that I know your name? I'm impressed you're speaking English so well.
Slave English is nothing to be proud of.
You don't look like anyone's slave.
You don't look like anybody's master.
It is our custom to allow the winning hunter to finish the kill.
But in your case because you are a unique prize, I'm going to kill you myself.
I thought we were getting along so well.
I had somebody like you who enslaved me against my will, slaughtered my family in front of my eyes, taught me his customs and had me praise his God.
And finally, to break my spirit, he forced me to speak his language.
I was never a man like that.
All you adventurers are the same.
I'm a merchant.
Or I was.
You ran a plantation.
Worked by slaves.
And yet you keep a slave in the island.
Is that what this is about? Friday is no man's slave.
And yet you give him a slave name.
It's because I couldn't pronounce his real name.
I had to call him something.
He's a free man.
Listen.
Listen to me.
He would die for me.
And if it came down to it, I'd do the same for him.
Crusoe, do you have a woman? Yes, I do.
Do you have children? To carry your name forward.
Yes.
And yet you will die for this man, deserting your children forever? Do you value this man more than them? That's not a fair question.
It is a question! Or maybe, even if you die, they will not feel the loss.
They've forgotten all about you.
I hear you're equipping a ship.
It is for a business venture.
I don't believe you.
You know something.
It's the Spaniard, isn't it? Suppose I had news, but the news was not good.
Then why would you waste your money? If you're going to find Robin, then I'm coming with you.
I see.
Well, what if I take you on this voyage and the ship is lost and your children are orphaned? Sir, this isn't fair.
Sign them over to me and if I fail to return, then all of this will be theirs.
Exactly how is that unfair? And I get to come on the voyage? Hmm.
And afterwards I will tear up the piece of paper.
What have you got to lose? What do I have to sign? Get ready for the journey and I will draw up an agreement.
This is just a piece of paper.
It means that nothing will worry you while I'm away.
Good.
Well done.
Now, these two gentlemen will be taking care of you.
My trunk isn't packed yet.
What are you doing? Mummy! Mummy! No! No! No! Mummy! No! You're a disgrace to your family and to your tribe.
What did I do? You serve this man.
What is he talking about, Crusoe? I serve no man.
He thinks you do.
I do not.
We are equals.
Who told you that? He did.
And you accept everything he says? This is some sort of trap, is it not? Give him a weapon.
I'm giving you a chance to regain your dignity.
Kill the man who would be your master.
That makes it interesting.
Master or slave? Will one earn the respect of the Cacique tribe? If one of you is alive after the battle of honor, he goes free.
I'm not sure I follow.
I do.
He wants us to fight, to the death.
Prepare the battleground! When the sands run out, the fight begins.
Maybe one of us will be lucky.
I've seen the very same look in Dundee's eyes, before he kills a rabbit.
This fight to the death business.
Just what does it entail? Two men fight.
They go at it until one of them gets killed.
I do not know how else to explain it to you, Crusoe.
It's brutal.
It's not hard to grasp.
How long do you think we can spin it out for? Well, clearly, dying of old age is not one of the options.
And what if we refuse to fight? They will kill us both.
Maybe slowly, for spoiling their fun.
We need to think of a plan.
A plan like your last one? Something much better than that.
Since my last plan put us here.
Do you realize that the King has given up a great privilege? How? Killing you would have enhanced his reputation.
Honor is everything to them.
And there's no greater honor than to die in a contest of equals.
Where I come from, we call that losing.
The circle is ready and the sands have run out.
Let blood be spilled and justice done, Robinson Crusoe.
I'm not fighting anyone.
That is because you only fight women.
It's not true.
Mad women.
Like Judy.
She was exceptional.
She threw you into a puddle.
Stop it.
Make me.
Please, stop it.
Stop it.
I think we need to do it a little more, you know Realistically.
They think we're faking it! Hey! Hey! Fight like warriors! Not like women! Next time he does that I know exactly what you're thinking.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! No.
Hey! Kill me! Kill me like a man! Not while this is working so well.
It would not be the best of ideas.
Okay, let's go.
Now that he's served his purpose, he's going to slow us down.
No! No! Are you still ready to die like a man, Your Majesty? No, no, no.
Are we losing them? You cannot lose the Cacique.
They can track a raindrop in a river.
Up the tree, Crusoe.
Go.
Stop, stop.
That lady with the blades, she was quite something.
You know, I could be mistaken, but looks as though she's taken quite a shine to you.
Well, I guess that is what they call the Friday effect.
Yes.
It's a shame she would have sliced off both of our heads, if she was told to.
Women are mysterious.
You never quite know what you're going to get.
I know exactly the kind of woman you're thinking of.
I was never here.
If you tell my father, I swear, I'll come back in the night and rip your heart out.
Yes? I have some business with Susannah Crusoe.
Do you, now? Try the madhouse.
You know what the logical answer would have been? Not to get caught in the first place.
Think it through.
Two men.
Neither one wants to kill the other, but only one can live.
It's not possible.
It is if one of them kills himself.
One of them has to die.
Neither one of them can bring himself to kill his friend.
Even if it means saving his own life.
You see what I'm saying? Are you mad? Yeah.
What's the answer, then? Exactly what we did.
Cheat and fight.
Does not matter what the situation is.
There's always going to be room for an element of surprise.
Did you hear that? What? Long live the king.
Wait.
You all right? It would never have worked between us.
No? No, no, no.
She settles every argument with a machete.
And she runs faster than you.
That is true.