Atlantis: The Lost Empire Page #3

to fill these up.

[Sputters]

With what?

PACKARD:
Will Milo Thatch

please report to the bridge?

Thank you.

I mean, uh, uh,

nice meeting you.

Uh-huh. Nice meeting you, too.

So I says to him,

"What's wrong with my meatloaf?"

And he says to me... Oh.

Hold on a second, Margie,

I got another call.

Sir, we're approaching

coordinates.

Hello, Margie?

Yeah, so anyways, he says...

ROURKE:
All right,

let's have a look around.

HELGA:
Aye, sir.

Set course to 2-4-0.

on the bow planes.

Come right 2-4-0.

Welcome to the bridge,

Mr. Thatch.

OK, everybody...

I want you

to give Mr. Thatch...

your undivided attention.

Good afternoon.

Can everyone hear me OK?

Heh, OK, uh, how...

how 'bout some slides?

The... the first slide is

a depiction of a creature.

A creature so frightening...

that sailors were said

to be driven mad...

by the mere sight of it.

PACKARD:
Hubba, hubba.

Uh, I'm sorry.

That's... wrong.

[Spanish accent] Geez,

I used to take lunch money...

from guys like this.

Anyway, this, uh... OK.

This is an illustration

of the Leviathan...

the creature guarding

the entrance to Atlantis.

With something like that...

I would have white wine,

I think.

It's a mythical sea serpent.

He's described

in the Book of Job.

The... the Bible says...

"Out of his mouth

go burning lights...

sparks of fire shoot out."

But more likely it's

a carving or a sculpture...

to frighten

the superstitious.

So we find this masterpiece.

Then what?

When do we dig?

Actually, we don't have to dig.

You see, according

to the Journal...

the path to Atlantis

will take us down a tunnel...

at the bottom of the ocean,

and we'll come up a curve...

into an air pocket

right here...

where we'll find

the remnants...

of an ancient highway

that will lead us to Atlantis.

Kind of like the grease trap

in your sink.

Cartographer, linguist, plumber.

Hard to believe

he's still single.

- You said there'd be digging.

- Go away, Mole.

Captain, you'd better

come look at this, sir.

OK, class dismissed.

Give me exterior lights.

Look at that.

There are ships here

from every era.

[Beeping]

[Hiss]

[Radio static]

Commander, I think

you should hear this.

"Predeshtem logtu

nug... nah geb."

PACKARD:
Commander?

Commander?

"Enter the lair

of the Leviathan."

PACKARD:
Commander?

"There you will find the path

to the gateway."

PACKARD:
Commander?

Yes, Mrs. Packard.

What is it?

I'm picking up something

on the hydrophone...

- I think you should hear.

- Put it on speakers.

[Groaning and whooshing sounds]

What is it?

A pod of whales?

Uh-uh. Bigger.

It sounds metallic.

Could be an echo off

one of the rocks.

Do you want to do my job?

Be my guest.

Is it just me,

or is that getting louder?

Well, whatever it was,

it's gone now.

Helmsman!

Bring us about.

Tighten our search

pattern and slow us to...

[Crash]

[Alarm bell ringing]

Out of the way!

[Crew shouting]

[Roar]

Tell Cookie

to melt the butter...

and break out the bibs.

I want this lobster served up

on a silver platter.

Load the torpedo bays!

Subpod crews, battle stations!

[Gasps]

ENSIGN:

Battle stations!

ROURKE, ON INTERCOM:

Steady, boys.

Don't panic.

Jiminy Christmas!

It's a machine!

[Alarm bell ringing]

Wait, wait! Uhh!

Launch subpods!

ENSIGN:
Subpods away!

ROURKE, ON RADIO: Fire!

We're free.

All ahead full.

Fire torpedoes!

ENSIGN:

Fire torpedoes!

Get me the bridge!

Sir, it's

engineering on four.

AUDREY, ON INTERCOM: Rourke!

We took a big hit down here...

and we're taking on

water fast.

I don't want to be around

when it hits the boilers.

How much time do we have?

if the bulkhead holds.

[Clang]

You better make that five.

You heard the lady.

Let's move!

Move!

Where? Move where?

Packard, sound the alarm!

He took his suitcase?

Marge, honey,

I don't think he's comin' back.

- Packard!

- I have to call you back.

No, no, I'll call you.

[Alarm sounds]

PACKARD:
All hands,

abandon ship.

Move it, people!

Sometime today would be nice!

Come on! Everybody grab

a seat and buckle in.

Lieutenant,

get us out of here!

ROURKE:
Lieutenant!

HELGA:
I'm working on it!

[Roars]

Hang on.

Where to, Mr. Thatch?

We're looking for a big

crevice of some kind.

There! Up ahead.

All craft, make your mark

Roger! 20 degrees down angle.

Right behind you!

MOLE:
Sacre bleu!

MAN:
We're getting killed

out here!

Look out!

It's only a grease trap.

It's just like a sink.

It's only a grease trap.

It's just like a sink!

Seven hours ago,

we started this expedition...

with 200 of the finest

men and women I've ever known.

We're all that's left.

I won't sugar-coat it,

gentlemen.

We have a crisis on our hands.

But we've been up this

particular creek before...

and we've always come through,

paddle or no paddle.

I see no reason

to change that policy now.

From here on in,

everyone pulls double duty.

Everyone drives,

everyone works.

Looks like all our chances

for survival...

rest with you, Mr. Thatch.

You and that little book.

We're all gonna die.

ROURKE:
OK, people.

Saddle up.

Lieutenant, I want this convoy

moving five minutes ago.

Moliere, you're on point.

No, Vinney,

Audrey's taking the oiler.

You know the rules.

I want you 50 yards...

behind that truck at all times.

And, Packard,

put out that cigarette.

[Beep]

[Beep beep]

[Beep beep beep]

[Beep beep beep]

[Squeak]

Are you sure you're checked

out on this class of vehicle?

- Uhh...

- Can you drive a truck?

Pfft! Heh heh.

Of course I can drive a truck.

I mean, sure,

you got your steering...

and your gas

and your brake...

and, of course, this metal,

uh, looking... thing.

OK, so it was a bumper car

at Coney Island...

but it's the same

basic principle!

[Sighs]

[Brakes squeal]

[Horn beeps]

DRIVER:
Come on!

MILO:
Sorry abou...

sorry about that.

SECOND DRIVER:

Come on, civilian!

Oof.

Ahh.

You didn't just

drink that, did you?

- Mm-hmm.

- That's not good.

That's nitroglycerin.

- [Gags]

- Don't move.

Eh, don't breathe.

Don't do anything,

except pray maybe.

- Boom!

- Aah!

[Laughing]

SWEET:
[Chuckles]

Yeah.

MILO:
Good night! Will you

look at the size of this!

It's gotta be half a mile

high at least.

It... it must have

taken hundred...

no, pfft, thousands of years

to carve this thing.

[Explosion]

Hey, look,

I made a bridge.

It only took me,

like, what?

[Chattering]

Looks like we have

a little roadblock.

Vinny,

what do you think?

I could unroadblock that

if I had about 200 of these.

Problem is I only

got about... 10.

Plus, you know,

five of my own...

and a couple of cherry bombs...

a road flare.

Hey, too bad we don't have

some nitroglycerin, eh, Milo?

[Laughing hysterically]

Looks like we're

gonna have to dig.

[Gasps gleefully]

It will be my pleasure.

Aah!

[Backfires]

[Coughing]

[Beeps horn]

Oh! Stupid!

You are stupid!

I don't understand it.

I just tuned this thing

up this morning.

Um...

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