Master of the World Page #4

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understand that man at all.

What is there to understand?

- Come, let's make our plans.

- Yes, I'm not so keen about this Ireland.

- Why?

- Well, I'm not very popular there.

You see, some years ago, much

against my better judgment, I...

I sold arms to the British.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Father told me what

happened last night.

About the plan to...

About the plan to escape.

Do you really intend

to stay aboard?

I have no choice, miss.

Even if escape is possible, of

which I'm not at all sure...

it can in no way

jeopardize Robur's plans.

I don't understand.

Well, since I represent our

government, I can't look for escape.

I must remain aboard and do

what I can to stop Robur.

Then you believe his

ambition's an evil one.

His ambition, no...

but his method, yes!

I suppose you're right.

Still, there is something kind

of wonderful about his dream.

Oh, Father also told me what

Phillip said last night.

- I'm sure he didn't...

- That isn't important, miss...

but what is important is the

escape you're planning.

Are you sure...

- Thank you, Phillip.

- Good morning, Father.

Good morning, my dear.

Mr. Strock.

Good morning.

Ahh... Ireland!

Ireland!

Your decision still

stands, Mr. Strock?

Yes, it does.

Phillip, Mr. Strock is

remaining on board...

It isn't necessary

to explain, miss.

No, it isn't.

The choice is yours of course.

We'll need the use of

your knife however.

Have you carefully thought

this out, Mr. Evans?

Your knife, please.

You're not responsible for

yourself only, Mr. Evans.

Your knife.

I hope you know

what you're doing.

- Are we doing the right thing, Phillip?

- Has his cowardice affected you too?

He is not a coward.

He's remaining on this ship

to stop Robur.

Is that the goal of a coward?

- Is that what he told you?

- Do you doubt it?

He'll do nothing against Robur...

nothing!

- But he hasn't...

- It isn't important, Dorothy...

our escape is.

You have the knife, let's

not waste anymore time.

Shield me, both of you.

Attention all crew members...

report to your stations

for taking on water.

Attention all crew members...

report to your stations

for taking on water.

Lower the water hose.

Hey, what the devil is he doing?

You said we were gonna land.

I don't understand.

He's not going to land at all.

Look... look!

They're going to pump

the water up to the

ship through a hose.

This changes everything.

- No... no, we can still make it.

- How?

For that matter, it

improves our chances.

The current of the river will

carry us out of their range.

And they certainly can't land

on the water to pursue us.

This is all very well, my

dear boy, but I can't swim.

I'll help you.

We could break our backs jumping

from this height, Phillip.

Not if we're careful.

Well, it's now or never, do you want to

remain aboard this ship permanently?

- No, of course not.

- I'll go first.

Hold it!

Move along.

Take your hands off

me, young man.

I shall report you to

your superior officer.

I'll kill you, Strock,

I swear I will.

Whose idea was this escape?

- Mine!

- That's not true!

Miss Prudent and her father

had nothing to do with it.

You no doubt think I admire your courage

in assuming the responsibility,

well, you are quite

mistaken, Mr. Evans.

Your kind of gentlemanly

naivete is repugnant to me.

Stay out of my way, Mr. Evans!

I have work to do...

and I will brook no

interference from anyone!

From anyone, do you hear me?!

You will perhaps remember that when

you have been properly disciplined.

You're not frightening me, sir!

Mr. Turner, take

him to the ropes!

Just a moment, sir.

You assured me there

would be no reprisal.

And there will be

none, Mr. Strock.

As captain of the Albatross,

I would be well within

my rights to have Mr. Evans

executed on the spot!

But your intercession

has spared him that.

However, he will be taught

for once and for all...

the foolishness of tampering with me.

Take him to the ropes!

Rope him up, Mr. Shanks.

- All right, lower him!

- No!

- No!

- Lower him!

Well, sir, I trust

you're satisfied!

- Surely you don't think...

- I don't care to listen to your excuses!

They're as worthless

as your punishment.

Is this how you

hold life sacred?

15 minutes, Mr. Turner.

Get him up!

Do you hear what I said?!

Get him up!

Put him over as well!

No, please!

You can't do that.

He's not a young man. He can't...

Have a care, Mr. Strock.

Your position is not so secure...

Perhaps you would like

to take his place.

No one takes my place!

All right... drop him!

I said I'd kill you...

Use your head man, we can't

hope to survive if you don't.

We can't survive anyway, but at least

I'll get the satisfaction of...

Turner!

What is that vibration?

Turner, the steering cabin!

Mr. Turner, quick,

we're losing height!

- 15 minutes... 15 minutes!

- Yes, sir!

Those thunderheads...

get the captain up here, he

was down in the bow hold.

Mr. Turner wants you, sir.

We're heading into thunderheads.

Mr. Turner, what seems

to be your trouble?

Sir, we're losing height,

and I have full power.

Gentlemen, will you please all go

immediately to your emergency posts!

Now... now is our

chance to get them up.

- I can't see them anymore!

- They're lost in the clouds.

- All right.

- Pull!

Well, apparently we're

in the clear, gentlemen.

Call them and ask them

to resume normal power.

Yes, sir.

Engine room. Engine room.

Resume normal power.

Take over the wheel.

Those men!

Those two men!

We've got to get Mr. Strock up.

He's still down there.

Come here. You take that handle.

Those two men!

They're still down there!

Both of you, Mr. Alistair!

Mr. Turner, go down!

Get them up!

It's both of them!

So what matters the wreckage

in a small cabin, when

we are trying to prevent

the wreckage of the world!

Yes? Who is it?

I am Mr. Prudent, sir.

I'd like a few words with you.

- How are the young men?

- As well as can be expected.

Well, sir, what do you want?

I'm here to offer you the sum of

10 million dollars, if you will

return this ship to the United States

and surrender it, and yourself.

I can guarantee you full

amnesty if you comply with...

- Seems to amuse you, sir.

- Not really, sir.

10 Million dollars.

That's most generous.

Well, what do you say?

What if I were to tell you that I could get

20 million dollars from Great Britain?

Then I should tell you, sir, that my

government will better any offer...

Enough, Mr. Prudent! Enough!

It is quite obvious that

you do not understand

me and in all probability

you never will.

Do you actually believe that I

started this project of mine...

with the aim of ultimately selling

out to the highest bidder?

You are a fool Mr. Prudent.

I beg you pardon!

And worse than that, you are a cynic!

A man who has come to regard money as

the solution to all human problems.

Here is the text of a leaflet which

we will soon drop on London.

Quote:
To the British

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