Let's go, Silas.
You go ahead. Do you want to?
Well, come on, then.
Japitus's father, the rich Mr. Sandal, prohibited...
the boys from going to the port area, where beggars and villains lived.
The boys didn't notice they were being followed by an old man.
It was the beggar Bald Rian, who thought that Silas was rich.
This was hardly surprising, since Silas no longer looked like a poor circus boy.
- What are you doing here? - I wanted to look around.
- Are those silver buttons? - Show-off.
Let's see.
You little bastard!
Are you crazy?
I'm telling you to get out of here.
- Why? - Because I'm the boss.
- Let's go. - Grab them. Give them a visit to remember!
Help me, Silas.
- Carneol, what are you doing here? - I had to keep an eye on you.
You defended yourselves well, but they'll have to hear about this at home.
Carneol, our bailiff. This is Silas.
I know him. I've already put him to bed.
Thea will heat the bathroom...
and then you go to bed.
Without supper.
And tomorrow you'll have house arrest.
That was unseemly!
Fighting with street boys.
With scum, thieves, criminals, perhaps even murderers.
How could you do this?
Wouldn't you rather learn to read and write?
Reading and writing is useful. Come, Japitus, we're going.
But I'm not crazy enough to learn Latin.
How was Japitus?
He stood his ground. I salute him.
Silas's got a good influence over him.
Alms, please, sir. May you be blessed.
You sure you don't want to beg? Just look for your friend Silas?
- Shabby coat and no money, eh? - And he has a black stallion.
Alms. Help my misery.
Alms. Have mercy on me.
- Your first time to church, huh? - Yes. I'm very curious.
Show-offs!
May I introduce your new student? This is Silas.
A pleasure.
You'll eat with us this afternoon and...
yes, on Sunday you can teach.
Come on, otherwise you eat cold.
Up, down, up and a point.
Up, down, up...
And a point on it.
How stupid.
This is an 'i'.
- How old are you? - I don't know.
- Never been to school? - No, never.
I can play the flute, throw knives, catch bears, and milk cows.
And ride, and many things you can't.
But you can whistle a thousand times simultaneously.
- That's an organ. - Oh, an organ. I want to learn.
You're really better at that than me.
Well, let's try the 'o'.
- You know what an egg looks like? - Of course.
This is an 'o'. Now write a page of 'i'...
and a page of 'o's.
Then you'll be sure.
Why not two pages of each? I can learn it even better.
We may hope.
The past tense of amar, to love: Japitus!
- Amabam, amabas, amabat... - And prepositions taking the ablative?
After l-Ex, A-AB,-cum, sine, pro, and prae.
Is that benighted Latin your language?
Where do they speak it?
- No where. - Why learn it?
Civilization, Silas.
Latin is civilization.
If nobody understands it, it's stupid.
Civilization cannot hear you.
Civilization will claim you.
- It stinks here. I'm... - Sit down.
No, I want to go. Come on, Japitus.
Silas, stay here. I'll complain to Mr. Sandal.
Why?
Stay here. Stay here.
Are you crazy, Japitus? I will complain to your father.
- I've never done this. - What's it like? - Cool!
You must first ask permission.
Who? There's no one on board and I want to see the ship.
Do you always do immediately whatever occurs to you?
Of course. What else?
Bad boy, what have you doing there?
Get off the boat.
But it doesn't always turn out well.
- Look at that. - Fresh fish.
- Do you want my ship from the inside? - Sure. Thank you.
See? Being asked first is much better.
Holy shit — and this is what you think is better?
What's going on?
I am sure old man Sandal will pay well...
or things will go badly for you.
For us?
Yes, for you.
A good Sunday morning, Silas.
Elegant, Silas, elegant. You really look like a rich boy.
And you're Japitus, the heir to the Sandal fortune. Right?
Is that Silas?
You keep out of it.
Come here.
- Looking for a new Jenny? - Oh, what Jenny.
Jenny was a nice little girl.
I liked her a lot...
but this guy here...
this young master...
is worth gold, do you understand?
Damnit.
Yes, Silas. Glare at me like a dying fish.
I'm still the old, bad old hag.
I'm growing older, Silas. But I'm still poor.
Tie up Silas.
And you, write a letter to your father.
Can you write? I can't.
- You can't read and write? - Silence.
Tie him tight. He knows tricks.
He's a big boy. Pay close attention to him.
Write it on this:...
"We have kidnapped your son Japitus.
"If you want him back alive...
leave a thousand gold pieces...
in a box of kurkeikschors."
- You got that? - Kurkeikschors.
- They're made of corks. - I know, boy.
"Come to the north city wall...
"on the bridge over the canal."
You got that?
And you watch that little bastard, that Silas.
Duff him up if he's difficult, but don't kill him.
He's an old friend of mine.
You got it.
Hey, kiddo, you want an apple?
Then take this letter to that home.
Hey, what's this? Wait!
Are you really Silas?
But you're a rich stinker.
- How did you work that out? - It's plain to see.
I can also write, Japitus.
You wrote something quite different: where we are and who we are.
- But you said nothing? - No.
- Then you helped us. - But I didn't do anything.
If the old bag finds out and takes revenge...
A little kid gave me this, sir.
What is it?
"Your son Japitus has been kidnapped.
"Is kidnapped.
"If you want him back healthy and alive...
"put 1000 gold pieces into a box...
"and bring it tomorrow to the bridge over the canal.
"Dear Dad,...
"We're held by the old hag, old port,...
"black workboat."
Carneol! Carneol!
Go notify the militia! Quickly!
Since when can you read and write?
When I was young, I worked for wealthy people.
I did bookkeeping, but I didn't want to petrify behind a desk.
I ran away to seek my freedom. It worked.
Why are you helping us?
- Because I... - What?
The old bag's back. I've got to go help her.
Now it gets exciting.
Cast off, Bald Rian. We're leaving.
Hurry up!
Come on, hurry.
- That sounds like a nightmare. - She's worse than her bear is.
Carneol! Read this.
"Your son..."
Japitus has been kidnapped. And Silas, too..
- "Your son..." - You know the old port?
Come on. We're going.
There, at the quay.
Gone? They're gone?
There's nothing here. No black workboat, no crime.
We march back to barracks.
Forward, march.
They must be near here somewhere. Such a boat can't just disappear.
Boys often run away from school. They're monkey tricks.
- You can't leave! - We have other things to do.
We'll come back again tonight.
Mr. Sandal, there is bear spoor. There was a bear here.
What do you mean?
- Do you help boats cast off? - Of course. That's my job.
A boat with two youngsters on board.
And a bear. Have you seen a bear?
Half an hour ago.
It surprised me the old hag went with the tide going out.
Crazy bitch. She stinks as bad as her bear.
- The old hag? - She's going with the wind.
That's right.
Why leave at low tide?
What is it now? Are people going to smuggle the weather?
- Tell us, man. - You can only see the rocks at low tide.
But not everywhere. That's dangerous.
When the tide rises, she can beat against the cliffs.
- What's this all about, anyway? - They've kidnapped my son.
You can't go after them in a boat. It's too dangerous.
And climbing down from the cliffs is nearly impossible.
This isn't good. And our militia...
It's about six hours until flood tide. I can work with that.
Old bastard.
Don't you worry, Silas.
You're safe, it's six hours until the flood tide.
If I don't get the ransom...
nothing will save you from crashing against the cliffs.
I'm sorry, but now he's ruined everything.
If they grab you, we die.
I'll mention it to them.
Do you know Melinda?
Of course not.
That wet rat washes your shirts, Japitus the rich doesn't know her.
See you later.
Shouldn't we really bring in the militia?
The old hag'll kill the guys. Think about what Silas said.
Hand carved shells for sale. Wooden plates and bowls for sale.
I carved them myself.
Wooden plates, wooden bowls, hand carved.
Wooden plates and bowls.
I've never seen wooden bowls here.
For us in the village, there was a woodcutter who did them.
They looked just like these.
- It's good you really have the touch. - I know — they're like porcelain.
- Where do you live? - By the harbor.
- What do you want for it? - Pay what you think is fair.
Maybe only ten, but the beautiful memories...
I'll give you fifteen.
- Thank you. - Satisfied?
Silas will be happy. He gets his first maths lesson today.
Where did she go?
To get the money by — do you know Melinda?
- A washerwoman. - From the laundry at the river?
I'm going with Silas to town.
If anything happens to Japitus, you'll suffer for it! Come on, Silas!
Would they have gone away already?
- Who is Melinda? - Over there.
- Are you Melinda? - Yes. What's it to you?
Where is the old hag? Speak!
- I don't know. - Don't lie!
Stay here. Don't even budge!
Who's that idiot?
So you're Silas. You stay with the Sandals in the house where the rich live.
Where's the old hag?
The family lives in Sandal's expensive house.
It's the most dignified of the city, since before I've been servant.
- Where is the old hag? - I still say I don't know.
Don't twist it around. The old hag is here, I feel it.
Hello, stooge!
Suds, the best quality.
Let me go, fool. Mr. Sandal has enough money.
- What happened? - Call the militia!
She kidnapped the son of Sandal.
Let me in, let me through.
Old hag.
I'm getting old, Silas.
I would have put the money to good use.
To care for the bear.
Don't die, old hag.
Oh, come on.
When I was young, I was also in the circus.
I often walked the trapeze.
Ouch, my back.
- The money. Where's the money? - It drifted out to sea.
You'll be going to jail, right?
Maybe forever.
You had a good suit on you.
You shouldn't ditch classes.
And don't disobey! Here — fresh lettuce.
- How did you get that bowl? - Bought it from a youngster.
With red hair and a gray horse?
Yes, one of those beggars in the port.
- Godik's there! - Where you going?
- Mr. Sandal wants you speak. - I must find Godik.
Not just this minute.
What where you doing in that neighborhood for a second time?
There's not as boring a here.
This city is great.
The people in that neighborhood collude every time — its a big clique.
But they're still not all bad.
They could have murdered you guys.
I know the old hag. She's a poor old woman.
Where is she now?
Now she's in the hospital under the militia's guardianship.
- And Bald Rian? - He's in jail.
Don't let that happen, Father. Please!
The militia won't let him go.
He's not bad. He shouldn't be in jail.
Take him on as a new groomsman, Father.
We still have Tobias.
Bald Rian is better suited.
And Tobias' s better as a bailiff.
A storekeeper?
Yes. He says your ships need English steam engines now.
Then Carneol can go back to Venice. He'd like that.
You said I could ask for something — that's what I want.
Tobias says I should buy English steam engines?
That's not such a bad idea.
Good, but first on probation.
Cool!
- I'm looking for Godik! - Who? - GODIK!
Excuse me, Bald Rian.
This guy Godik living in the port — how do I find him?
How do I get there?
Godik!
Silas!
Where have you been, buddy?
Why didn't you come sooner?
What do you look like?
Stop here.
I've got to show you something. The best in town.
That's it.
- I don't know how. - Of course not.
- It needs air. - Air?
Air to breathe, like you.
I'd like to play a thousand flutes.
- Ninety-six. - Please!
Play on it.
Good to see you again.
You've changed.
It just seems that way. It's these clothes.
The Sandal family wanted me to dress like this, so I did.
You should get to know Mr. Sandal.
Why did you think I searched for you?
You mean...
Listen. Bring it in here.
Have you ever had Spinetti red sauce and eaten it with meat?
They've never eaten Spinetti. Only Anna cooks it.
This is the experience Japitus need.
He has become much livelier and not so shy.
Fedder complains that his Latin is falling off.
He refuses to learn the pluperfect!
This is important. The pluperfect is a luxury.
So eat tons of its, don't leave me any!
- And Silas, have you tasted it? - Sure!
This is also our farewell dinner.
What? Why?
I told you, I was only staying here for a week at most.