Crusoe - Season One

You just fell for the oldest trick in the book!

And what book is that?

How to defeat the boastful warrior in one easy move.

Well, then, you had better press home the advantage before it is too late.

But you're weaponless and flat on your back.

Really?

That makes it 3 hits to me.

And to you...

Uh, none.

Who's that?

Jacob, it's hotter than hell in here, and full of stinging things.

You're my brother, Nolan.

But any more griping from ya and I'll put you out of your misery. Understood?

Oh, fresh water.

We should be heading farther inland.

And if I wanted your opinion, captain Taylor, I'd have asked for it.

I'll have you hanged for this, Moore.

Not if I put a hole through your skull first you won't.

Jacob, he's a valuable hostage.

Do you seriously propose to throw away an asset like the captain?

Take him back to the beach!

You're asking me?

If you're so pleased.

This way.

Mutineers.

Crusoe S01E04

Friday, that's an english ship.

That means escape.

But it commandeered by mutineers.

What if the captain and his crew were reinstated?

That is a very big "if" under these circumstances.

The crew is circled.

The captain is wounded and the mutineers are at least 25 strong.

What are those?

Where?

There.

Womenfolk.

Must be the captain's wife and daughter.

Your womenfolk are shaped like bells.

No wonder you went to sea.

Then we have to know that the captain would be on our side before we try anything.

Come on!

No stopping! Push it! Push it!

No brandy!

But-- but the pain!

Maybe you'd better let your little brazilian butcher boy do it.

You remove it, my boy.

I can't work under these circumstances.

Forgive me.

Well, community?

Tonight we stuff ourselves and drink captain Taylor's brandy!

Here.

Thank you.

Save your strength.

You're going to need it.

Captain Taylor!

My name's Crusoe.

Where'd you come from?

I'm a castaway on this island, but I'm here to help you.

- Are you alone? - No.

There's more than one of you?

Just.

You're an optimist.

If I help you regain command of your ship,

I need your word that you'll take my companion and myself off this island with you when you set sail.

You have it, sir.

Jacob Moore, the leader of the mutineers, is as desperate a black heart as ever lived.

A few of the men follow him through allegiance, the rest obey him simply through fear.

I'm working on a plan.

Until I come back, you stay here.

I will return.

Good, sir.

Is this an old cannibal trick?

One time, we had a warning of an attack.

We had the entire village like this.

When the raiders came, we jumped up and chased them back to the beach.

But there was one small problem.

You couldn't find the village again.

Have I told you the story before?

Now, remember, just remove the leader.

Jacob Moore.

If we take him, we gain a significant advantage.

There!

- Get after it! - All right!

What witchcraft is this?

What are ya?

Nolan! Atkins! Come help me!

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Where are ya, ya dog?

Now, what have we here?

You're a demon...

Come to trap me!

No, it's us!

Will, Nolan!

It--it was here.

What was?

A net!

- A net? - A net, aye!

It caught me in a net!

It tried to capture me.

What did?

A spirit!

It tried to kill me, it did, yeah.

But I'm not so easily dispatched. Oh no!

Where are ya, then?

Come on, man! I'm here!

And I'm ready for ya this time!

I overestimated the net.

Or underestimated the man.

A locksmith showed me this once.

He had a workshop next to my warehouse.

Why is it called a skeleton key?

Because it's thin.

I don't know.

Killing Jacob Moore will not have solved anything.

No?

One of his men would have taken his place.

Well, that depends.

The leader of a mutiny has to terrify the crew more than the prospect of a hanging.

Well, if you ask me, Crusoe, I just think that--

Friday, look, we're not gonna kill them all.

We'll reinstate the captain and his officers in exchange

for a safe passage to England where no one will hang.

If they can convince a judge that they were forced to join a mutiny

for fear of their lives, then no.

Your english judges must be the wisest of men,

Not to be corrupted by the power they hold over the lives of men.

Except for one.

Do you believe there is a God?

Judge Jeffries...

do you believe in hellfire?

King James' right-hand man.

To see him in action was to see the future,

For me and every london merchant and dissenter family in the realm.

Such a villain through the whole city!

Now, gentlemen of the jury, you take notice of the terrible carriage of this fellow.

How can one help abhorring these men and their religion?

A pagan would be ashamed of such villainy!

Oh lord. Oh blessed lord. Oh blessed lord.

What a generation of vipers do we live among!

You watch! He'll have him tied to the back of a cart and whipped through the streets.

I can't say how it goes in england now, but every man deserves a chance to redeem himself.

Like Jacob Moore.

Jacob Moore sealed his fate whatever we do.

How do you plan on getting that to your captain?

You have already chanced one visit to the camp.

I have a messenger in mind.

I tell ya, lads. Have no fear.

I look into the eyes of evil and I come through unscathed, right?

All of you!

Stop your mumbling about ghosts and demons. Get to work!

Ya see? They don't doubt me!

I don't doubt you either, Jacob.

He's been muttering all night.

Something about a man coming to set us free.

It's the fever.

It's healing.

Thank you.

Excuse me!

You're a woman.

You have a keen eye, mister...

- Crusoe. - Crusoe.

Robinson Crusoe.

Stay right there, Mr. Crusoe.

Don't move an inch.

Why?

I said don't move!

You expect me to stand here while you try and shoot me?

So you can keep your secret and carry on living a lie?

Only so I can carry on living.

Listen, I wish you no harm.

Then why were you spying on me.

I wasn't spying on you.

I came to ask for your help, but you--

This changes things.

I'm sorry I startled you.

If you're in need of medical help, then my sex would be of no issue.

Are you planning something?

Like I said, this changes things.

You don't trust me because I'm a woman?

I serve Jacob Moore because I'd be killed if I didn't.

I do what I can for captain Taylor

because I have no wish to end up on the end of a rope should he regain command.

Self-preservation to the last.

You're a castaway stranded on this island, Mr. Crusoe.

We're all slaves to self-preservation.

Takes courage to live as I do.

More than if I were a man.

I'll find another way.

What if I tell the mutineers you're out here?

And what if I tell them that you're a woman?

Whose life would become more unbearable then?

Be careful who you trust, Robinson Crusoe.

Do you need anything?

I happened to lay eyes on you earlier this morning, miss.

I've been at sea over a year now, but I ain't forgotten what makes a woman a woman.

Come here!

Please! I beg you!

Begging's good.