Master of the World Page #3

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It may have been the

first time in years!

By Fate, sir, I do believe this blaggard

has convinced you his ship is magical.

He has...

he has.

It is... magical!

What happened?

Please, monsieur.

Robur, you know, he

don't warn me...

when he has plans to do

tricks with the Albatross.

And voila... chaos!

Pots and pans keep

tumbling on my poor head.

Grease is spilled all

over the galley!

And the oven door...

the oven door

oven door fly open...

Souffle... everywhere, eh!

Climatically...

a snowfall of souffle.

Ah, no, too much!

Mr. Tapage...

- Oui, monsieur.

- This Mr. Robur...

I suppose he's an American.

Confidentially, I have

heard said that he is

an ex-minister of the

Argentina Republic.

- Huh?

- Oh?

Ah, oui... oui.

But, on the other hand...

I've heard it also said...

confidentially...

that he is a former Lord

of the British Admiralty.

At other times, a former

Viceroy of the Indies,

ex-president of the United

States of America...

- a former French ambassador to Istanbul...

- Thank you, thank you!

Thank you for why?

I want to help, monsieur.

You have been no end of help.

Thank you very much.

Hey, but remember, monsieur, anytime you

want help, Tapage is at your service.

That bad, miss?

Oh, I'm sorry, did

I startle you?

Yes.

We're leaving the country!

Father, we're crossing

the Atlantic!

The Atlantic!

Why, this is outrageous!

I'll see that fellow Robur clapped in irons

for this if it's the last thing I do!

Oh, look, a boat!

Ship ahoy!

You! Boat!

This is Prudent of Philadelphia!

We're... we're being abducted!

Notify the President!

Notify Congress!

This is Prudent...

of Philadelphia!

Prudent of Philadelphia?

- The arms manufacturer?

- And what business is that of yours, sir?

This is the father of all irony.

Isn't it enough that we're your

prisoners, must you spy on us as well?

Sir, the lookout reports

a warship ahead.

A warship?

- Return to your station.

- Yes!

Phillip, can you not learn

to control your temper?

Please keep it in check

until it's wanted.

I've heard enough

from you too, sir!

Phillip...

Now why should he concern

himself with warships?

And what the devil business is it

of his that I manufacturer arms?

It's an American ship, sir!

Does it matter what flag

it flies, Mr. Turner?

It is time to begin.

Take her down!

Take her down within

hailing distance!

He's heading directly for it!

What the devil is

going on here?!

Hold her at 300 feet and hover.

Officers and crew of the American

war vessel, this is Robur speaking.

You have exactly 20 minutes

to evacuate your ship!

At the end of that time

it will be destroyed!

I give you this warning because I

bear no malice toward any man aboard!

Believe me in what I say!

I do not exaggerate!

In 20 minutes your ship

will be sent to the bottom.

Your time commences... now!

All right, Mr.

Turner, take us up!

Attention all crew,

stand by for bomb run!

Attention all crew,

stand by for bomb run!

- He can't be serious.

- Can't he.

This is your last warning!

Abandon your ship

before it's too late!

Tell me when we're directly

above them, Mr. Turner.

We're directly over them, sir.

Sir, we're directly over them.

- Better get her inside.

- Yes.

I'll talk to that maniac myself!

Gone...

as if it never existed.

It never should have

existed, Mr. Turner.

It is better destroyed.

Destroyed.

Feeling better?

I suppose it's shock of

what we saw this afternoon.

I can still hardly believe it.

I know, I feel the same.

- Where's Father?

- In the dining hall.

Why aren't you?

I wouldn't sit at the same

table with that butcher!

Mr. Strock?

That he should eat with

Robur is no surprise to me.

- Why do you hate him so, Phillip?

- I don't hate him, Dorothy, I...

it's not that important to me...

I have contempt for him,

because he's a coward.

- Perhaps he's only waiting...

- For a propitious moment?

No, my dear...

It's the duty of a gentlemen to show

his colors at the very start...

danger or no.

Not to wait for the convenience

of safe opportunity.

But let's not talk of

this, you must be hungry.

Not very.

But you have to eat.

I'll go to the galley and

fetch you some supper.

And you expect us

to believe, sir...

that because you gave

that ship warning...

that your actions of this

afternoon were justifiable?

I expect nothing, sir.

What you did was an act

of pure barbarism.

And were it not for the

love I bear my daughter,

and for the respect

and esteem in which

I hold Mr. Evans and Mr. Strock, I would

rather the four of us perish in the sea...

than that this hell ship be preserved for

the commission of further atrocities.

Was it not an atrocity

that that warship was

built for the sole

purpose of destruction.

And do you consider yourself, sir,

a government unto yourself,

that you can condemn other nations

and wantonly declare war upon them?

I am a man unto myself,

Mr. Prudent, who has

declared war against war.

That is my purpose, sir!

The purpose for which

this ship was built.

To end for all time the

scourge of warfare.

But you...

Bah!

How do you propose

to do that, sir?

By using the threat of

invincible power, Mr. Strock.

Or if necessary, by using that power

itself, as you saw this afternoon

I have already notified the leaders

of your government and instructed

them to make plans to scrap their

navy and immobilize their army.

The government of Great Britain

will be similarly notified.

Every major government in the world

will be given the selfsame ultimatum.

Disarm or perish!

You, sir, are mad!

Quite, quite mad!

How like the reasoning of

your kind, Mr. Prudent.

All well and sane to be the owner

of factories, the products of which

cause the violent deaths of

millions in war time, and in peace.

But to kill hundreds

or even thousands...

with the aim of ending such

deaths for all time...

this is madness?

And, sir...

do you consider a man

who makes a weapon...

responsible for the action

of the man who buys it?

Yes, I do, sir!

All men are responsible

to all other men!

That Robur is mad, utterly

and completely mad.

Threatening to

destroy the world.

Mr. Prudent, I should

like a word with you, sir.

All right, son,

speak your mind.

This is for your ears alone.

Don't be silly, Mr. Strock

is one of us!

Is he, sir?

Of course he is, we have no

secrets from each other!

Very well...

against my better judgment however.

I just heard from the cook that

the water tanks are empty...

and they're to be refilled

tomorrow morning over Ireland.

In Ireland!

We must take advantage

of that landing Mr. Prudent

it may be our only

chance to escape.

Yes, it may, it may.

You look something less

than elated, Mr. Strock.

I'm sorry, I can't

join you, gentlemen.

What!

We understand, only too well.

Think what you will, Mr. Evans.

If Robur is informed about

our plans for escape...

I shall kill you, Mr. Strock.

Phillip!

I must confess, I do not

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