Very strange.
Arthur!
Poldychoke, dear!
What have you there?
From now on, this is your own brig,
noble young Robin Hood.
Keep quiet.
No petticoated pirate will ever find
where our ship is anchored.
Poldychoke, you're so good!
Captain, first mate Poldychoke awaits
your command to weigh anchor.
- Put her to sea!
- Aye, aye, sir!
Poldychoke,
what shall we call my brig?
Well, how about <>?
<>...
<>...
Have you ever sailed on it?
- I have.
- Tell me about it.
It was a long time ago.
I was still a young sailor when
I went on my first voyage
from Singapore to Vancouver.
To Vancouver?
Yes. We had aboard a cargo of indigo.
It was a difficult trip.
All the storms seemed to have plotted
to sink the <>.
Of the whole crew,
only a few had survived.
But the minute
we were back on board,
we were attacked by pirates.
At them, lads!
Caramba!
First mate!
I'll fight this pirate!
Bill, stay where you're!
I'll deal with the captain!
Pirate!
Drop your gun!
I've found you at last, Arthur.
Very well.
Instead of preparing your lesson
of irregular verbs,
you got up in the attic, like a thief,
and are doing here God knows what.
We haven't been doing anything wrong.
And what's this ridiculous mask?
And a hat with a chicken's feather?
Look at yourself.
You look like a robber!
I'm not a robber. I'm Robin Hood,
the Chief of the Brigands.
My good heavens!
That's all I need.
And all this is going on
in the castle of Lionel Grey!
Come now, Governess...
Don't exaggerate.
There'll be a special talk
with you, Poldychoke.
You seem to forget that your
place is in the wine cellar.
Arthur, you're expected
in the art gallery.
Everyone is there
waiting only for you.
Strange.
Come on, Arthur, hurry.
Your father is sure
to punish us, Captain.
He will understand.
Don't lose heart, first mate!
Robin Hood will not abandon
his friend.
Robin Hood!
Dear me, that foolish Poldychoke
again!
- He built a whole ship up there.
- In the dirty attic?
That must be stopped.
Lionel, you must do whatever is
necessary.
Poldychoke!
I forbid you to talk nonsense
to my son.
Yes, Your Grace.
Jim, lock the attic.
That's no place for the heir to
this castle to play in.
Yes, Your Grace.
Arthur, your behaviour is
inadmissible.
You've forgotten about the family
honour.
Your noble birth obliges you
to live your life in such a way,
so that your portrait could be hung
too on this wall,
next to the portraits of your
forebears.
I give you my word, Father,
that my portrait will never
hang on this wall.
What?!
No, Father, it never will!
Catch the boy!
Betsy! Have you gone deaf?
Hey, everyone! Assol is coming!
- What a sweet dog!
- Don't touch it! Get out of here!
Your father drowned Manners!
He did! He drowned him!
Daddy, why don't they like us?
It's because I...
I loved Mary more than life.
You mean my mother?
Those crazy pirate stories again?
Mademoiselle, you should keep watch
on what Arthur reads.
It's time to tell him about
the history of our family.
I'm sure the knowledge
of our family tree
will be more beneficial
to my heir
than this silly passion of his.
I think so too,
Mister Lionel,
but Arthur dreams only
of the sea.
And that Poldychoke...
By the way, Arthur,
yesterday you again visited
Poldychoke's wine cellar.
You disobeyed my order.
For that, you're to receive no
dessert for three days.
Father, I give you my word that I
will refuse dessert for a whole year.
There! Did you hear that?
I'll find a way to bridle him.
You're too tolerant
with Arthur...
No, Jim, I can't
marry you.
- But why not?
- It's impossible.
I have no dowry and you have
no money for the wedding.
We'll leave the castle and live
with my parents in the village.
- No, Jim, it's impossible.
- But, Betsy...
I'm asking you to forget me.
Betsy, have you seen Arthur?
No, Mademoiselle.
- What are you doing here?
- Feeding