Atlantis: The Lost Empire
MEN:
Aah![Hitting gong]
Aah!
Mahtim!
Mahtim!
Mahtim!
MILO:
Good afternoon,gentlemen.
First off, I'd like
to thank this board...
for taking the time
to hear my proposal.
Now, we've all heard
of the legend of Atlantis...
a continent somewhere
in the mid-Atlantic...
that was home
to an advanced civilization...
possessing technology
far beyond our own...
that, according
to our friend Plato here...
was suddenly struck
by some cataclysmic event...
that sank it
beneath the sea.
Now, some of you may ask,
why Atlantis?
It's just a myth, isn't it?
Pure fantasy.
Well, that is
where you'd be wrong.
before the Egyptians...
built the pyramids...
Atlantis had electricity,
advanced medicine...
even the power of flight.
Impossible, you say?
Well, no.
No, not for them.
Numerous ancient cultures
all over the globe agree...
that Atlantis possessed
a power source of some kind...
more powerful than steam,
than... than coal.
More powerful than
our modern...
internal combustion engines.
Gentlemen, I propose
that we find Atlantis...
find that power source...
and bring it back
to the surface.
Now, this is a page
from an illuminated text...
that describes a book called
the Shepherd's Journal...
said to have been
a first-hand account...
of Atlantis
and its exact whereabouts.
Now, based on a centuries-old
translation of a Norse text...
historians have believed
the Journal resides in Ireland.
But after
comparing the text...
to the runes
on this Viking shield...
I found that
one of the letters...
had been mistranslated.
So, by changing this letter...
and inserting
the correct one...
we find that
the Shepherd's Journal...
the key to Atlantis...
lies not in Ireland,
gentlemen...
but in Iceland.
Uhh!
[Softly]
Pause for effect.
Gentlemen, uh,
I'll take your questions now.
[Telephone rings]
Uh, would you gentlemen
please excuse me for a moment?
[Rings]
Cartography and Linguistics,
Milo Thatch speaking.
[Indistinct angry ranting]
Yeah. Uh, just... just a second.
Pardon me, Mr. Hickenbottom.
[Hissing]
How's that?
Is that better?
[Indistinct angry ranting]
Uh-huh. Yeah.
You're welcome.
VOICE:
And don'tlet it happen again!
All right, bye.
Now, as you can see
by th...
by this, um, map... map,
uh, that... that...
ahem... that I've drawn,
I plotted the route...
that will take myself
and a crew...
to the southern coast of Iceland
to retrieve the Journal.
[Cuckoos four times]
Ah, showtime.
Well, this is it.
I am finally getting
out of the dungeon.
[Thunk]
[Thunk]
[Whoosh]
"Dear Mr. Thatch,
this is to inform you...
"that your meeting today
has been moved up...
"from 4:
30 P.M.To 3:
30 P.M."What?
[Whoosh]
"Dear Mr. Thatch,
due to your absence...
"the board has voted
to reject your proposal.
"Have a nice weekend.
Mr. Harcourt's office."
They can't
do this to me!
HARCOURT:
I swear,that young Thatch...
gets crazier every year.
If I ever hear the word
"Atlantis" again...
I'll step
in front of a bus!
Ha ha ha!
I'll push you!
MILO:
Mr. Harcourt!Good Lord!
There he is!
Members of the board...
uh, wait!
HARCOURT:
How did you find us?MILO:
Mr. Harcourt, wait!MAN:
Head for the hills!HARCOURT:
Where is a guardwhen you need him?
MILO:
Mr. Harcourt, yougotta listen to me, sir!
Uh, sir?
Wait! Mr. Harcourt!
Sir, l-I have new evidence
that... Please, Mr. Harcourt!
Stop! Sir, if you...
Could you hold...
Thank you very much.
Look at...
This museum funds
scientific expeditions...
based on facts,
not legends and folklore.
Besides, we need you here.
- We depend on you.
- You do?
Yes! What with winter coming...
that boiler's going to need
a lot of attention.
- Boiler?
- Onward, Heinz!
But there...
there's a journal!
It's in Iceland!
I'm sure of it this time!
[Thud]
Sir, I really hoped
it wouldn't come to this...
but this is... uhh...
a letter of resignation.
If you reject my proposal,
Ill... Whoa!
I'll quit!
I mean it, sir.
If you refuse
to fund my proposal...
You'll what?
Flush your career
down the toilet...
just like
your grandfather?
You have a lot
of potential, Milo.
Don't throw it all away
chasing fairy tales.
But I can prove
Atlantis exists!
You want to go
on an expedition?
Here. Take a trolley
to the Potomac and jump in!
Maybe the cold water will
clear your head. Heinz!
[Car drives off]
[Antique car horn honks]
[Thunder]
I'm home.
Fluffy?
Here, kitty.
[Clicking]
[Thunder]
Milo James Thatch?
Who... who are you?
How did you get in here?
I came down the chimney.
Ho, ho, ho.
My name is
Helga Sinclair.
I'm acting on behalf
of my employer...
who has a most intriguing
proposition for you.
Are you interested?
Your... your...
your employer? Heh.
Who is your employer?
[Thunder]
[Thunder]
This way, please.
And don't drip
on the Caravaggio.
Step lively.
Mr. Whitmore does not like
to be kept waiting.
You will address him as
"Mr. Whitmore" or "Sir."
You will stand unless
asked to be seated.
Keep your sentences short
and to the point.
Are we clear?
[Gulp]
And relax.
He doesn't bite... often.
Grandpa?
Finest explorer I ever met.
Preston Whitmore.
Pleasure to meet you, Milo.
[Crunch]
[Sighs]
Join me in a little yoga?
Uh, no, no.
Thank you.
Did you really
know my grandfather?
Oh, yeah. Met old Thaddeus
back in Georgetown.
Class of '66.
We stayed close friends...
till the end of his days.
[Grunting]
Even dragged me along...
on some of his
danged fool expeditions.
Thatch was crazy
as a fruit bat, he was.
He spoke of you often.
Funny. He... he never
mentioned you.
Oh, he wouldn't.
He knew how much
I liked my privacy.
[Grunting]
I keep a low profile.
Mr. Whitmore, should I be
wondering why I'm here?
Look on that table.
WHITMORE:
Ah!It's for you.
It's... it's from my grandfather.
He brought that package
to me years ago.
He said if anything
were to happen to him...
I should give it to you...
when you were ready...
whatever that means.
MILO:
It...It can't be.
It's the Shepherd's Journal.
Mr. Whitmore,
this journal is the key...
to finding the lost
continent of Atlantis!
Atlantis! Ha ha ha!
I wasn't born yesterday, son.
No, no, no.
Look... Look at this.
Coordinates. Clues.
It's all right here.
Yeah, looks like
gibberish to me.
That's because it's
been written in a dialect...
that no longer exists.
- So it's useless.
- No, no, just difficult.
I've spent my whole life
studying dead languages.
It's not gibberish to me.
Ah, it's probably a fake.
Mr. Whitmore, my grandfather
would have known...
if this were a fake.
I would know.
I will stake everything I own,
everything that I believe in...
that this is the genuine
Shepherd's Journal.
All right,
all right.
So what do you want
to do with it?
Well, Ill... Ill...
I'll get funding.
I mean, Ill... The museum...
WHITMORE:
They'llnever believe you.
I'll show them!
I will make them believe.
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